University Life!

Now let me tell you this, this is my very first blog posting. For those of you that know me for the loud mouthed, straight talking, fast food consuming, Ricky Gervais wannabe that I am it may come as a suprise.

So what has brought on this blog from a man that is lazier than the Bute Court security guards? Deena Ingham, that's what!

Deena Ingham is my effervescent, inspiring and often scary Report & Writing lecturer. Now I know that most of you, after reading this, will find it hard to believe I am studying a degree that has anything to do with writing but let me promise you, as I tell most of my one night stands, I am usually better than this. It's just that I am currently fighting the effects of the worst man flu Luton has ever seen.

Oh, if I hadn't mentioned before i am studying at the University of Bedfordshire and my campus is set in the picturesque and multi cultural town of Luton. If you haven't been to Luton before please give it a visit. It's not that I recommend it, it's just that you won't understand my sarcasm unless you do.

I am studying Sport Journalism. This is because I want to be John Motson. I wouldn't mind being in his sheep skin either. I did ask if the coat came free with the course, but apparently not.

I arrived at uni just over a month ago. I wish I could paint you a picture of a snotty nosed kid with tears in his eyes, bags in hand, staring up at the overbearing Halls of Residence that was to be his home for the next 4 years, full of trepidation, but my use of metaphor is often clumsy and at that time I didn't have a cold.

As an old man (23 years old) I was scared that I may have trouble fitting in with the youth of today. There was nothing to worry about. I was exactly what these youngsters needed in their lives. An older, mature, handsome man that they could look to for guidance and support, and someone who could dress up as Father Christmas during the festive season.

Now I have made it sound like I am the father of the group, this couldn't be farther (see what i did there?) from the truth. I have been pampered, preened and generally looked after since I arrived. Who knew 18 year olds had the life skills to look after me? I consider that I am doing them a massive favour. After keeping me alive for 3 years they will be ready to have their own babies!

I wish I could elaborate more on my first month at uni but I simply can't be bothered to type any more. All you need to know is that so far I have won 2 breakdancing contests , 1 strawpeedo competition and came 4th in a 27 team pub quiz.

Stats dont lie people, i'm pretty impressive!

Holden out!