Monty Oum

The man behind many projects shows and was an inspirational and brilliant man passed away today, he was 33 years old.

i never got the chance to meet him, i listened to several podcasts, videos and panels that he spoke of his work, how to tackle massive tasks and huge challenges. I followed his work closely and used many of the themes he lived by and inspired others to do the same.

Latitude Radio has been an superb experience. i have loved every moment of it but it has been no easy task. I love every one of our members for the unique and different outlook they bring to the team. I would say that each of them should have no fear or concern when they approach me. Every Idea, thought or possibility they want to try, i would work night and day to help them achieve.

There are several people who inspire me. and Monty Oum was one of them. he was incredibly talented and i will continue to work and push latitude radio into the fantastic station it will be with the team i am proud to lead.

Rest peacefully Monty.
Thank you for inspiring me.

i know i know

I have said this half a dozen times but i keep not blogging


But today i have something i want to talk about.

Ive mentioned him before but Micheal Collins my grandad was my hero.

he cared for me looked after me and just made sure i was always okay and it hurt me so much when he passed.

today i received a little present to look after myself with when i was beginning to worry.


i miss you so much. but i know your looking after me.


i havent stopped crying since i got home but I am honestly the luckiest lad alive. i really am.

My Old Girl

*edit* the use of shirt sentences and the broken form of language is that I wanted to write this but it was hard and a bit too much emotionally draining  to handle, I wrote it in bits as I felt able to do so. *edit* 

The Old Girl. 

85 years old, great grandmother and more attitude then any of the kids. 

She lived caring for my mum from when she was very young and even to this day she spent more time making sure my mum was happy than anything else. 

She spent her last few weeks with us as it was where she decided she wanted to be, she ate with us, played with us, even joined in with the playful abuse and insults that myself and my siblings throw around at each other. 

She took a trip to France with my parents and I took her shopping for it, just to buy odd things like a scarf and a new walking cane, (hers was all dull and wooden plus it was a little long for her) the new one was red tartan and lighter, she loved it. We both made jokes about how as this one was made of metal she could easily cause someone some damage with it. We sat down in the cafe and she told me that she liked living by the seaside. That she was happy here. 

We wondered down the high street and second time, me holding her hand as her legs "weren't as solid as they used to" when she grabbed my arm a and laughed telling me "no ones allowed to steal you away, you are good lad who deserves a good girl". 

Few days later when booing her friends back north, she tells them her grandchildren are looking after her, no not the sprogs, Mandy's kids, the bab-bie (a title reserved for the grandchild she holds dearest) and the two university ones, "yes both go to university!" She repeated everytime she told them with the biggest grin on her face. 

We take her home and have a few weeks of cautious care to make sure she was comfortable. 

I return to London and am greeted with a answer phone message from the Old Girl whittering about how excited she is to go away and see the French house. I call her back and she giggles declaring "nobody ever calls me back". I speak to muggy who tells me she made her call all her friends to tell them that her "Grandson, the one who is at university!" Took her out for the day. 

That was on the Friday

The following Wednesday was the next time I spoke to muggy. 

She was distressed because she had to take nan to hospital and needed me to come down. 

I'm there within the afternoon and she already begins to brighten up having two of her grandchildren there to talk too.

We leave her for the night and are greeted the next morning by the nurses informing her they had to call security during the night as she had attacked to members of staff with her "special tartan cane" (no clue where she had got that idea from). 

Couple days later spent sat next to her in hospital the doctors decide we can take her home as they physically cannot do anything to help her. The moments bittersweet. The Old Girl looked at me not an hour before and told me I had to get her out and that I had to get her home to us. But as a family we know that by being able to bring her home, that her time isn't as long as we would want it to be. 

The doctor comes in and tells the Old Girl can go home, she looks the doc dead in the eyes and says "I'm going to cut you if your lying to me." 

The Old Girl is 5ft 3 and weighs just over 6 stone. But her conviction proved she wasn't messing around. I couldn't stop laughing. 

Two days to two weeks realistically. 

The first week she was herself, brighter, had breakfast with us, told us stories of the family and mocking contestants on TV quiz shows. But occasionally she would say something to us when we were alone with her, mum, jonesie, Bucky , muggy and Bartlett. We all had a moment, I'm only comfortable telling mine:

She held my hand and told me she was proud of me, that she thought very highly off me and that she was sorry. But also angry. Not because of what was happening but because she would never get to meet my own little ones. 

I've never cried so much in my life. 

The second week she was tired. My mum and muggy (who nan adored ) lead the way in caring for her, I've never been more proud if my little sister. I helped where I could, feeding her giving her water and tea. Holding her hand or helping her sort her blankets or bedding. 

The final few days she stopped speaking, but smiled when she heard our voices, she would watch us in the room with her and would cuddle a teddy my mum and bought her. 

She passed while cuddling my mum, with a smile on her face. Not in pain. Not suffering, peacefully. 

I'll miss you Old Girl. I love you Nan

Laugh or cry

My terminally Ill Great nan just work me up ( as im lying on a airbed in the room) to tell me she loves me. And that she's sorry that she has been such a "burden" but not to worry as it will only be for another day or so. She's now sound asleep and I'm not sure of i should just laugh or cry

Professor Michael Collins

My Grandfather Professor Micheal Collins is a university lecturer who has created and wrote many books in his field of biological science and sport-science, he is a key and vital member of the local Methodist Church, the church my parents married in, I was baptised in, and I attended for the first 12 years of my life. 

He is a man who traveled but always wanted to travel further, 

He is man who lived sports, watched sports, enjoyed sports breathed them. 

I remember him spending hours in a garden with me playing football despite him being some what less of his "physical prime". 

Even now he spends his afternoons editing and critiquing unveristy journals and literature for the writers. 

This is a man who lives for other people and to help each soul he comes across, a man I greatly respect and admire, and hate the fact he is now on borrowed time. 

I don't have many heroes, but I can honestly say Micheal Collins was one of mine. 

Just a thought (I)

In a completely irrelevant and useless thought, how much of the world do I actually have access too? If I look at the worlds as 100%, I wonder what percentage are private, lawfully prohibited from me from entering or simple just behind a locked door? 

Just a thought 

Searching for Alaska.

I love to read, as a matter of fact i love to write i just am not very good at it.

Looking For Alaska is fascinating little book from John Green, it follows the tale of a group of friends in a boarding school.

Im not going to go rattling through the story, the pros and cons of the story, the emotional turmoil i felt, although i did feel sick to my stomach (in a totally good way)

what this book does for me is show a real, honest and genuine look on how one person can have such a influence on you, through attraction, friendship or adventure.

it shows the awkwardness of relationships, the irrational fear of teachers, the heartbreaks of loss and the damage the same person who can bring you just as much joy.

bottom line?

Buy this book. It will be one for the history books.

I dont do new years resolutions

having said that i have looked atmyself slightly and decided a couople things 

i have decided to lose a little weight, mainly cause WHY NOT ITS GOOD FOR YOU 

but also cause it would be nice to be slightly less unfit

i have decided to clean up the way i look and present myself to others, i like being scruffy but it wouldnt hurt to actually do my hairf from time to time.

keeping the beard though. 

and finally be more daring, who knows how it could work out :)

Conversations Between Collins and Myself (i)

Collins: i don't like twitter

Me:What do you mean you dont like twitter?

Collins:I don't like it.

Me: okay why not

Collins: just a useless place for  idiots to post about things they are doing in their everyday lives! 

Me:........................ and?

Collins: i don't care if i wanted to see into peoples lives i wanted to know about that i would just go off and look through peoples windows.

Me:if your going to start doing that you should tweet about what you see

Collins:YES THEN ILL CALL IT TWINDOW 

WOO

so i should be wise and sensible and brave and say that this blog post is entirely self centered and about self gratification, but here it goes.

I want to reach 10,000 views by the end of the year.

I want to reach 5,000 of these by my 21st birthday

I have set a reminder for me to blog every WEEK

i have decided to blog more sensible stuff

i then did a jager bomb and decided i should blog more autobiographical stuff.

i then did a second jager bomb and decided i should blog more funny stuff

i then did a tequila slammer and decided i should blog when drunk.

so heres to 2014.

Woop and shit.

The most Useless blogger.

I go through stints of regular blogging followed by these extensive periods where i do not write at all.

most of the time i put it down to laziness but as a matter of fact the honest answer is,

Im happy.

Im content.

I do not have anything to tell.

I'm just going through the motions.


Now don't misunderstand this does not mean i'm bored, far from it.

i follow many blogs and i love a select few. (Gracie and Eleanor to name a couple)

Gracie's blog follows a personal adventure with an opinionated outlook on life that is qwerky and sweet, like 500 days of summer.

Eleanor's blog for me is a refreshing and exceptionally written posts about herself and life.

It makes me so happy to sit back and simply read these beautiful blogs but i guess an update is in order.

Im killing it at Uni.
I've just been made redundant. (Loved the Job but FUCK IT ill find another)
I have amazing friends, i mean AMAZING i love them all sooooooo much.
I have a Crush (its an forgotten feeling and its warm to have it back again)


so here it is on new years eve eve.

the Post of the Useless Blogger.

Righteous Antagonist

You may look upon this mortal man
as mortal man of his mortal coil
you fear not greatness yet it can be foreseen that this knows not
that greatness found by thy inner toil.

Alas do not mistake this breath of calm
as confusion from loss of mind
merely find it to be the breath of insanity
that none yet exists of its kind.

I took some time to learn of greater styles
To teach of subjects of wording or poetic license
some exist as simple guidance
others exist as unknown science

so look upon this piece of text
as madness of a man possessed
you cannot not stop a man who writes
his strength is greater then any swords strike.

Pug and Party Politics.

politics

noun

1. 1.

   the activities associated with the governance of a country or area, especially the debate between parties having power.

   2. 2.

      activities aimed at improving someone's status or increasing power within an organization.

      
      

      
      

      Politics are boring, full of boring people doing boring things that most people find boring. 

      
      

      But here is the kicker. They matter. They are, they effect every single aspect of our lives.

      
      

      SO i am aware that some people absolutely despise the government or any knowledge of politics because otherwise they would consider it to be uncool. But ignorance is Stupidity. You need to know how your world is run. even if your life is your own. 

      
      

      
      

      But that's another rant for another day. 

      
      

      What i wish to speak to you about dear reader you wonderful person you, (if your still reading you are wonderful, if you ran off... screw you yea whore... YOU FAT WHORE.) 

      
      

      
      

      Politics occur whenever any group of people or institution are together in larger numbers they create alliances, bonds and teams.
      
      and those who are aware have to navigate through these "alliances" or "parties" in order to succesfully co exist.
      
      being ignorant or "happy go lucky" or even just "blunt" and battle axe your way through these things result in conflict and disputes and general unhappiness.
      
      i can not stand it but i acknowledge it exists.

Posts tonigh, tommorrow, the day after

Pug And Party Politics Today
The Good, The Bad, The ugly
Odds Are.

My goal for the year.

to reach 10,000 views by the Midnight the 31st of December.

Why?
Why the hell not.

Read My Cards

Not my friends today those cards.

post morning.

Im sorry, i was made to feel unwelcome and looking back over the conversation, she used words like "we feel", "The flat has too" and was told to stay away for a month. that i wasnt allowed to stay, that i should go home.

i know people were worried and hurt that i left but i was able to make the rational decision that if i was going to be able to go home i had to leave there and then i told 4 people i was going and to say goodbye to the group but it had to go then.

i came over a couple times dyring the night and was poushed away being told i shouldnt.

in hindsight, it was the same person.

be pissed, beliueve im some arse who doesnt put you first or some guy who fucked off.

but i was a guy who was angry and upset.
so just once can some text me for once and actually majke sure im okay.

because im not.

A late night drunk post.

i may rweturn in the moring and repair any mistakes i have made spelling wise but all in all this is what your getting.


Tonight was a great night i drank i laughed i had fun.
but my actions resulted in people i care about getting hurt and i was so angry and upset i had to leave where i was and only had a very small window of opptunity to do so.

My phone dead, y clothes covered in booze and my way home somewhat messed up i managed to return to my flat.

nowi know it was selfish.
i know it was stupud but i neededmy dad.
i needed my dad
i needed to be home.

i needed to be able to clear ny head

i needed to fight that arsehole and hurt my hand

i needed to com e home and blog.

i was told i wasnt welcome in the only place i truely consider to be the home of my family. It hurt me deeper theni ever could imagine so i had to go home. i cannot express that anymore then i can through this.

i love all of them EVERYLASTONE.

but they hurt me. so im home two hours early of closing a day before i was planning too.

sometimes you jus get a bit lonely.

tonights one of those nights.

i am who i am...

...because of......

Cleaves
Whitfield
Fothergill
Latter
Mckweon
Bucky
Muggy
Jonesy
Mum
Collins
The Matins
Jon-rod
Captain Coin
The Asian persuasion
Skelly
Stratwick
Nagle
Hone
Graheam
Gilbert