There's been a 10 instances since I've been back from Sunderland, where I've said to myself, or someone I've been with "Those look like thunder clouds... Awesome"
Then it only goes and bloody clears up doesn't it!?
There's something about Thunderstorms that makes me smile. It could be because I remember as a mini Simon looking out the window, and trying to gauge how far away the 'epicentre' was by counting the time between the flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder.
On the other hand it could just be because I enjoy watching it absolutely bucket down, but the fact that there's a hell of a lot of electricity and noise makes it all the more exciting.
I've heard that in Florida at about this time of year, they get at least one a day, without fail.
This makes me jealous.
In other news: Michael Jackson died yesterday.
I'm not as big a fan as some people may be. Thriller and Off the Wall are kick ass albums, but other than that, I don't really know much more of his stuff.
Combine this with the fact that I don't particularly like the guy, based on what the media's had to say and you'd think i'd be glad to see the back of him.
You'd be wrong though. I feel weird today, like, a little bit empty. It's impossible for me to shake this feeling that the world has lost the greatest entertainer it'll ever see.
The first thing my Mum said to me this morning was "Have you heard the news?" Obviously, I knew what she was talking about, despite the fact that we'd never listened to his music together, or spoken to each other about him, it was like, for that first minute or so that we communicated today, that was the only thing that mattered.
Jacko's one of those people who had been around your whole life. Whether old or young, EVERYONE knew who he was. These people just aren't meant to die, they're meant to live forever. But when they do, it hits you like a tonne of bricks.
It's weird, I can't imagine a world without him, but if you'd asked me on Sunday, I would probably claim that I couldn't care less.
Funny really, isn't it?
Anyway, Love him or hate him, the guy was a legend, he'll be sadly missed.
R.I.P Jacko.
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Ar ey, it's all gone a bit serious now =/
I've been back in the good ol' North West for nearly a month now, and already, I've done so much more than I thought I would. I'm glad to say that the amount of time I've spent out of the house doing enlightening and rewarding activites, greatly outweighs the time i've spent being a sad act refreshing facebook.
I've taken part in a (so far) very succesful 7 a side league with my team 'Channel 4 News Team' winning both games 2-1. Skinning Left Backs all over the show, but, more humourously Skinning my hands even more by falling off the pitch, earning my place in the team's history books as the biggest tit to don the red of the news team.
I've done a 25 mile bike ride... That was knackering and brought on a 2 day dose of scrot rot, but i'm all good now, I felt a lot healthier as a result of it, even if it was only for a day or so afterwards.
Despite calling it my city for 19 years, I've been a tourist in Liverpool for a day, and even took a cheeky ferry trip to Seacombe. That was ace too, Despite it being an absolute dive.
Nosebleeds on Mathew Street aren't that good really though, I don't recommend it. I don't really know why that happened. Maybe it was the pint at 2 in the afternoon that did it... Who knows?
Anyway, I'm struggling to be funny, and I'm running out of things to say. So...
Bye.
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