Winding down for Christmas

Since a tender age, I have always loved Christmas.

My mum was a huge fan off the festivities around December so I guess I have her to blame for my love of Turkey and Wham.

It is however an odd time of the year, I think, especially as a student.

Everyone, almost overnight, becomes engrossed with work and deadlines. I am no different. For the last 2 months of my course I have lived free and happy from the imprisonment of essays.

However, now December is upon us and Santa's oiling up Rudolph, I too have caught the 'work bug'.

The 'work bug' is not a serious illness but it does have a lot of side effects. For example; You all of a sudden start panicking about what work everyone else is doing, and more importantly, how much they have done. If someone has written so much as a line or two more than you, alarm bells will ring.

Secondly, you are far too busy to go out and enjoy yourself. If an offer lands on your lap for a night on the tiles, whilst I have the work bug, I will turn it down, sighting work as my excuse. (Even though you'll end up sitting at home watching X Factor instead.)

Lastly, I should point out that the work bug effexts everyone differently. Some people choose to rid themselves of the bug instantly. Complete their work weeks before the deadline and relax. These people are organised.

Others, Decide to ignore the fact they have the bug until the latest possible moment and then splurge out on the illness during one frantic night of essay writing, usually the night before the hand in date.

I am solidly in the later category.

So before i pack my bags and head off home, myself and a hundred others, will be shaking off something far worse and far more common than swine flu, the work bug.

Back for seconds...

Leona Lewis is a talented singer.

John and Edward...the marmite of the reality T.V except it seems, nobody actually loves them, it's just the hate option.

Now, not for a second do I want this blog to come across as a personal attack at either of the quiff twins, as it is not their fault they have made it onto the live shows.

However, the X Factor is a SINGING contest.

There is no other competition, be it on television or in real life where you can succeed without having at least one iota of talent in that field.

It's no different to someone who has ever ridden a horse, turning up to a show jumping competition.

Entertaining, maybe. But would you get a pass through to the next round? No.

I accept that they are entertaining and it is nearly impossible to tear your eyes of them when they are performing...if you can call it that.

I don't want to sound like I am killing the mood, but the show is about talent and although these boys have courage, give me a sambuca or two and I would dance around in red leather to Britney Spears every Saturday night.

As the weeks pass and the inevitable X Factor Christmas number 1 edges closer, I fear Jedward maybe celebrating over their Christmas turkey.

The problem is, they don't deserve it and a show which 3 years ago created a global star and refreshed peoples faith in British music, may well be the same show that ruins all it's hard work.

As I said, Leona Lewis is a talented singer.

My First Post

What an exciting moment. The world of blogging is mine to discover.

I shan't forget my manners amongst all the excitement. I will first welcome you along to my little pocket of the web.

The fact that amongst all the trillion of pages on the web, you have stumbled across mine thrills me. I've wondered for a while what my first entry would end up being about and if I'm honest, I'm still not 100% yet, so I'm just going too write and see where we end up.

I just read my good friend Joseph Searle's blog to try and extract some much needed inspiration. Unfortunately for me, i just sunk deeper into the blogging mire.

My Daily Mail bound friend has a unique style of writing when it comes to blogs. Nothing is coherent and if i'm honest, nothing really makes sense. But it works.

I fear my problem may be i am part of the system. I am no longer a journalist, no, i am merely a news producing robot who sits at home in his private time dreaming of the inverted pyramid without any clothes on.

The question is, am i happy being that way?

The answer...well I'm hoping my blogging journey on here will go some way to letting me know.

Look after yourselves,

Coleman.