Procrastination and Birthdays

Once again, my apologies for leaving such a long gap since my last post!

Every year in the period between April and June, procrastination becomes the most prominent activity in my life. Without wishing to insult your intelligence, or assume upon your linguistic knowledge, procrastination simply means to put off doing something until a later date or time. As it is exam season, revision should be taking place daily and with quite some vigour at this time, particularly as my knowledge of British Foreign Policy in the 1930s is feeling somewhat diminished at the moment! However, procrastination is all that is currently occurring in the place of revision, much to may dismay - and yet, the thought of attempting to sit down and actually prepare for my exams is just so disgusting, I can't bring myself to do so.

Recently however, I have had some reason to justify my procrastination. My eighteenth birthday was on the Thursday just gone (17th May) which I feel is perfect excuse for procrastination. It was lovely, and yet at the same time utterly bizarre, as I still refuse to believe that I'm now an adult. My day was fantastic! In the morning I was greeted with a warm "happy birthday!" from my parents and presents to open. My Kindle was the centre piece which I had asked for, and was over the moon to be presented with. My day continued to further delight me, as there were no lessons until 11.30 for me! On top of this, I was aware that my friend Celyn Ripley was about to drop off a cake that she had made for me before school. I also received an unexpected card from my friend James Kearle so my day was going swimmingly!

That is until a fateful lesson with one of my History teachers, who shall remain nameless for the entirety of this post. I received an essay back from this teacher which I knew was not spectacular, but at least decent. I was utterly disappointed with the grade I received and don't really wish to disclose it. Throughout the lesson I said little, but when I felt control enough to respond, my comments could hardly be called civil, for which I feel a sense of regret. My walk home only enhanced my foul mood and I listened to some pretty heavy music like this Of Mice And Men - OG Loko to try and musically drown my sorrows. 

I got home and was very surprised to see banners and balloons on the windows which weren't there when I left the house. My girlfriend (Libby Grindell) ran down my stairs let off a party popper in my face and wished me a "happy birthday!" This immensely cheered me up and restored my birthday bliss to its heights that had been reached earlier in the day. 

Revision on my birthday, of course, did not ensue. However, I feel that since then I probably should have done some. All in all though, my procrastination has led me to realise that I have wonderful family and brilliant friends. 

Having said that, I do feel as though this whole post may have just been another form of procrastination. Oh the irony!

Until next time, I bid you goodbye.

Stupid Jeremy Kyle

My apologies for not posting anything recently! I've been kind of bogged down with work, but I'm back with a moaning and nagging vengeance. 


One of my school friends is a fairly big fan of The Jeremy Kyle Show, and has of late made me watch it over a friend's house during free lessons, during which I should probably be working considering my exams aren't far away - but Oh well! If you're unfamiliar with The Jeremy Kyle Show, I'll spare you from watching it and try and explain it in a nutshell. Basically, Jeremy Kyle gets people who've got problems with family, or drink, or drugs, or whatever to come on his show. He chats to said people and their family/friends, and is generally very rude, and shouts a fair amount. 


The thing that is most annoying about this insufferable show is that it hides behind the false intention of helping people. If any real help is given to these poor people, it is definitely not given on that stage. The aftercare team on the show I'm sure do some amount of good for them, however the same cannot be said for the man who owns the title of the show. This frustrating man even interjects to pleading people's conversations by shouting, "It's called 'The Jeremy Kyle Show' not the '[insert name here] Show'". He's far too self-centered to be the host of a show that is meant to selflessly help others. 


The man is just rude. Often he'll utter such disgusting phrases as, "people like you shouldn't be allowed to have children!" His insolence simply does not know bounds. The audience too work me up into a frenzy. They'll often cheer when this man insults people, and boo those who they perceive to be the instigator of the terrible situation the people find themselves in. It's a modern day Colosseum for the middle classes or those fortunate enough to not have family problems of a serious kind. Although the people on this show may have gotten into the regrettable context through their own doing, that is no reason for us to heckle these commiserable  people. 


It sickens me that in this country where we claim to uphold the values of tolerance and understanding, a show such as this infernal programme which destroys both of these principles is so popular!


I apologise for the unusually serious nature to my post this time, I got a little bit carried away really. Hopefully I'll put up another post soon. Till then, I bid you goodbye

A weekend of contrasts

Hello again!

Today you are about to experience the infamous old man mentality I mentioned in my previous post, although it is somewhat dampened. As you may have guessed from the title of this post, I have had both a good and a bad weekend thus far. 

Let's begin with Friday. I had been invited to attend a Holocaust memorial service with the Headmaster of my school, as it was Holocaust memorial day. In this way, my weekend started off very well. I got on rather well with the Headmaster and even engaged in some fairly witty banter with him. It was all very nice. The service itself was also good and a reminder of how fortunate I am to live in such a tolerant society. The rest of my school day was a doddle, as I only had two lessons, which was wonderful! I rushed home, changed quickly and popped out for a haircut which I had arranged for four o'clock. As I arrived the hairdresser greeted me very pleasantly, then carried on her work with a woman's hair. As she finished, I naturally assumed she would move on to me next as I had been waiting for around ten minutes. Instead she turned to me and said, "do you mind if I just QUICKLY do so-and-so's hair?" I of course, said that was perfectly fine, as the word quickly conjures up thoughts of a ten minute cut. I sat in my chair quietly seething for half an hour as I waited. I had a driving lesson at five o'clock which I needed to  be on time for, as I know my instructor to be fairly finicky about punctuality. I was very British about the whole situation. I tapped my foot, I crossed my arms, but I didn't dare say anything for fear of being rude, but I was internally as frustrated as is possible to be. I was so annoyed, I may even write them a strongly worded letter! This whole scenario ended in a somewhat satisfactory haircut and me running through town to get to my house at around 5:03 which I was fairly proud of considering my physical unfitness. 

Saturday. For the most part, this day was delightful. I woke up late, at around 11:30, which for a slob like me is always a bonus. I enjoyed some beautiful burgers and watched Liverpool F.C achieve a fantastic victory over Manchester United in the fourth round of the FA cup. What a glorious way to start the day! I then went out for a meal with my girlfriend Libby, who revived her blog a few days ago (The "Quiet" One). We went to Cardiff bay to go to a resteraunt in the chain Nando's. I was looking forward to this very much, as I am a massive fan of chicken and I quite like spicy food. We arrived and didn't have to wait very long for a table, which is always nice. We sat down, chatted, gazed at the menu and decided on our orders. We then realised that we had to go up to the counter to pay, which we thought was slightly odd but nonetheless acceptable. The table at which we were sitting and enjoying each other's company was right next to the door, which became more and more irritating as the meal drew on, as I felt as though I was being blasted by the wind mercilessly through the constantly open door. The food itself was nice, although I'm still not sure if our orders were right! The rest of the evening was very enjoyable as it always is in the company of Libby.

Sunday (Today). Well, today has been fine so far and a pretty average Sunday. Sunday school and church in the morning, wonderful food with my parents and my granddad at lunchtime and now writing to you. However, today has sparked one minor bothersome occurrence, in that my laptop seems to not like some of my CDs so refuses to import them to my iPod. If you're interested, here's some of the stuff I was importing: Flyleaf - All around me

Keith and Kristyn Getty - Still,my soul be still

Until the next time, thank you and good bye. 

Hello!
I'm new to blogging, so I'm not really sure where to start to be quite honest. My name is Luke Williams, I'm 17 and currently studying for my A levels.

 The title of this blog might seem a little bit weird to many people - but it's true, I feel as though I do have an old head on reasonably young shoulders, but not in the conventional sense of the phrase. I feel slightly like a grumpy old man quite often, and it's a bit concerning! Just to be clear, I do not consider myself to be extremely wise, I'm just a little weirdly old for my age. You may have the joy of sampling some of my old man mentality by reading this blog in the next few weeks and months.

However, don't be put off by this seemingly constantly grumpy attitude, I'm actually a fairly happy person, but I might not seem it a lot of the time.

So, a little about me. I'm a big fan of books and am intending to study English Literature next year at the University of Gloucestershire. I'm currently reading "The Colour Purple" by Alice Walker and am rather enjoying it, especially as it's a bit unconventional. I'm a big music fan too. I'm quite into rock music, which does include some rather heavy stuff, like this; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4XVbfDb-NI which is obviously not everyone's cup of tea. Having said that, I also enjoy gentler music such as Simon and Garfunkel and Newton Faulkner. I also play guitar, piano and drums and should hopefully be playing at a friends 18th birthday   party in the next few months. I think that's pretty much all you need to know about me for now.

I might blog something again in the next few days, but until then check out this video, it's pretty awesome. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=btJMXd4N6e4

Also, if you get the chance check out my friend's blog - http://confessionsofateaaholic.blogspot.com/