What a lovely sunny day.

I just wish I didn't have to squint at it through a hangover. I'm in Aberystwyth this weekend, sequestering myself from distraction and ploughing on with my coursework in the most picturesque setting I know. The deadline is next Tuesday, so expect some disjointed stream-of-consciousness panicked ramblings between now and then. Other than that, things have been steaming along apace. Auditions are Thursday for the show I'm co-directing in school, now a totally contemporary and hard hitting look at drugz, and how they can, like, wreck your head grandma. It's gonna be totally nineties. Okay, off I go. Ooh, before I do leave, though, those lucky broadbanders who give a stuff should check out this spoilerliffic clip of next week's Doctor Who- Aaargh! Dalek!

Turn on, tune in...

... and fuck you. Look, you can't expect regular updates when I've got so much coursework on. I'm in the last two months of teaching practice now, the verdict is close and I genuinely haven't done anywhere near the amount of work I should've, so forgive the test-card and the feedback and the echo where an update should be, but you don't get called "sir" for nothing and I've got work to do, mo-FO. A quick update, though- year eight lessons have been lots of crazy fun this week as we're studying the holocaust. Cue Mr. Lewis, in character as a PERSECUTED JEW CALLED KARL, spending an hour at a time chatting about how I'd seen my wife shot before my eyes, how I had to work at gunpoint and how, despite the teachings of my father the Rabbi, I still hated the Germans with all my soul for the suffering they put me through. Fucking hilarious. Trying to keep a straight face while telling a room full of kids about how I weed over my best friend while we were in capitivity.... almost too much to bear. Other lessons are going basically okay, I just can't believe how quickly things are speeding by. I'm going back to Aberystwyth this weekend to have a few hours of solitude so I can hammer at my keyboard without fear of distraction, from myself or others. Now though, it's time for Marko's one-word film reviews, and this week it's The Ring 2. Here goes...*ahem*..... RUBBISH. I'm serious, it really was dull. Memo to Hollywood- WATER IS NOT SCARY, YOU FUCKS. BLOOD is scary. ZOMBIES are scary. AN ALIEN ORGANISM THAT PERFECTLY COPIES WHATEVER IT TOUCHES WHILE KILLING THE ORIGINAL TO AVOID DETECTION, that shit is scary. Some damp mouldy lass from out of the telly who makes your bath run crooked? Ce n'est pas effrayant! In short- fuck The Ring 2. Fuck Samara. Fuck cash-in remakes of quality J-horror! Long live Sadako! As you were, you fucks.

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Normal service will be resumed shortly.

Brainlock

Quickest of quick updates-
I have too much work to do and am genuinely worried that I might not make it. I know that only action can slay the dragon of doubt, so that's why the updates are quick and sporadic.
Harri is a clever girl and has sussed out how to define her own background for her blog. I said she was clever, and absolutely not a nerd. Now she needs to teach me how to do it so i can Batman-up this page.
Remember my mentioning Aphex Twin earlier? If you've heard him and you're a fan, you'll love this- a die-hard fan has composed an acapella version of one of his tunes, Flim, and considering the fact that Aphex's stuff is so busy and dense, it's an absolutely crazy achievement and made me grin my face off.
I don't want to go back to school :(

Better late than DEAD

Hey-HEY! I really am enjoying the Easter hols, y'know, as you can probably tell from the lack of updates. Loads has been going on, and I'd post pictures if I hadn't left the lead for my camera at Gav's place. Later, maybe. So, I'm home for a few more days of blissful tapping away at the keyboard. Evening drinks, the seaside, no stress and my final two terms of student-teacherdom to look forward to. The only stress has been an imploded boiler (and a cold, smelly wait for the useless fucking lazy-ass plumber), a whole heap of coursework and wondering who to get pissed with next. A lovely visit from Harri started the holiday off, and since then the fun just hasn't fucking stopped. Caught up with my old compatriots Mia and Sarah who moved away to Bristol ages ago (another story for another update), had an accidental night on the old "illicits" (and that's all I'm saying) and now I'm just doing my best to get the work done before term starts. I'm dragging my feet a bit, but fuck it, doesn't everyone?
Check this shit out. Chris Cunningham is a genius, in the scariest possible way. The news that he and the mighty Aphex Twin are collaborating again on a film just excites the fuck out of me. If neither of these names mean anything to you, do me a favour and get the fuck off my blog, now. Still here? Good :)
Hasn't Doctor Who been fantastic so far?
Okay, I'm dry. Check yourself, don't wreck yourself.
Marko
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