First of Many!

I think this is one of the major things that separates us completely from animals. Some of the stories, songs, ideas people create are bewilderingly brilliant. Mozart, Shakespeare, Dickens et all had mesmerising minds. Without knowing where this renewed inspiration has arisen from, my futile dream of emulating these legends has been reborn. Since my return from the shackles and restraints of university reading, my mind is free and I’ve been writing all sorts of things from blogs, story plans and poems to raps and jokes. This is a return to the old me I believe. I used to write all the time but as I leave my youth behind, I’ve maybe left this attribute behind also. I’ve been too lazy for it, too busy and so on but not now. A trip down memory lane takes me back to the first year of college, where I demanded and commandeered my ex girlfriends video camera to make a film of life. Haha grow up kid you could say but it was fun, even if Spielberg could still sleep safe. I captured general banter and had people doing sketches, pranks, and interviews with random people including Boris Johnson who happened to be in town. Crazy. It’s a shame it never made the big screen!! At the minute, I’m looking at this dormant floppy disk that contains a story, which I’m fond of. But due to my family’s technological hindrances, I cannot get a hold of this enchanted tale or finish it. If you know anyone who’s got a computer that uses floppy disks still, please enlighten me. The story isn’t extravagant or flash. I’m into this style as I find it more realistic and subtle. Check out films such as Gran Torino and Million Dollar Baby to see what I mean. My story features a young adult coming to grips with the loss of his father, girlfriend and the dull realities of his life. It looks at the changing relationships of family and friends and in doing so captures social problems/issues such as depression, fatherless homes, wavering faith and love amongst other things. It may not be the highest standard. My lack of patience made me rush it, as I wanted my thoughts to immediately transfer onto page. However it’s my blueprint that hopefully I can build on. You’ll see Eastwood directing it in the near future. So the moral of this blog, keep your passions whatever they are and keep your dreams alive. I’ll be uploading numerous blogs soon… stay tuned!

Can you meet me halfway?

Well, well, well. The end of another term is nigh and there is much to reflect upon. Living at uni sure is the full experience! I wanted to report on all my favourite memories however I have failed to pack as of yet and I don’t want to run after the plane like Pierce and Halle. A further hindrance in my attempts to escape to the village is that I have agreed to a pub visit at 4. This probably sums up this term. Rarely does a day go by without a jaunt to the Bot or union. We are part of the furniture there, the bouncers and bar staff know us, my lifetime aim is complete. I think you know you’re an alcoholic when you always read the word larger as lager. Ha, I’m only kidding. I know I could settle down. Yet beers with the boys have been a great highlight. I’ve also thoroughly enjoyed the challenges living here has produced. If there are ups there are downs. Life is a rollercoaster aint it Ronan. November was when I had this down but with help of others, I think I came through it and am now looking forward feverishly to next term. Other highlights include being cooked for by many people. I love being waited on. My Swiss chef certainly rules the roost and reigns supreme in the cooking department. Sorry Hedwig. All in all, it has been great and come the end of third year, I most definitely will cry.
My friend has the tattoo ‘carpe diem’ emblazoned on his stomach. Although I won’t applaud the absurdity of it (Tattoos are only cool on black dudes), the saying rings true. Time hurtles by faster than I head to the kebab van after a night out. So in hope to make the most of the moment, I catalogued some New Year resolutions. In all honesty these promises one makes at the turn of the year are like the Anthropology society. Keen and enthusiastic at the start but it will inevitably peter out. However 2011 is different and I shall stick to my oaths like chewing gum to a table. Numero uno is to improve my memory. I seem to forget names all the time and places where I’m meant to be. Secondly to be less of a bottle job. If you want something, grow a pair and get it. Secondly, I am finally going to see more of this world and nothing will prevent me travelling to foreign lands. Those Europeans won’t know what’s hit them when the R Kelly lands. And my final resolution is… I forget. Hey ho. Well I must dash. Peace and love. R Kelly has left the building.

p.s. dont know what the title is about and do I really look like this dude? (although slightly more handsome and suave!!

A Child's Good Nature

‘Unless you change and become like little children you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.’ I found myself relating to this quote whilst devouring a lovely beef roast with some family today. They have three kids and I noticed how these younglings are bereft of many negative characteristics that are evident in adults. They do not appear greedy, too ambitious or self-centred. Instead they are humble, kind hearted, innocent, vulnerable and so on. My only point here is I worry I’m leaving these positives of youth. I feel really sinful nowadays. A devil in the company of angels. Merely something I have been deciphering over in recent days. In other, more cheerful news, Harry Potter was magical. Good to see Hermione looking as good as ever. She once watched me deliver some magic on the rugby field though I didn’t get to talk to her. Shame because I was going to say, my name may not be Luna but I sure know how to Lovegood. I wonder if chat up lines ever work. My feeble attempts have only ever surmounted to murmured laughs or the occasional ‘get away you freak’ scream. Maybe handing a girl a tissue and asking if it smells of chloroform is a step too far. I jest.

Can You Write A Blog In 5 Minutes?

Wanting to re-ignite my passion for writing, I think I’m just going to ramble on and see where this blog takes me. I just watched some programme about obese kids. One girl was 24 stone at 13. Now how is that possible? Who’s to blame? I had collated numerous inventive jokes and jibes about it but I now deem them a little harsh. I sometimes wonder when jokes step over the line but I’ve always been interested in dark, rude and harsh comedy – it always seems to get the most laughs, which maybe indicates a bad side to the human race. In a way I felt a bit of sympathy with the individual. Even if she is partly to blame, she has a tough ordeal. On a plus note, my female housemates quickly abandoned their dominoes after seeing the size of her, not to mention the grotesqueness of surgery, and I felt obliged to tuck in!! That’s one of the many things I love about women; they barely ever finish their food therefore I feast. I have been labelled a magpie and a human hoover for this but I sure don’t care. Although to take ones nuts and red/blue slush puppy in the cinema is most certainly a step too far! Hmm what else to discuss as the hours tick by… Essays are piling up. I happen to have started the first one but it is such a chore. I tend to just do the bare minimum to get it out of the way! Or I simply find methods of procrastination (Everyone’s favourite word bar myself). I maintain that if it were something I was really passionate about, I’d give it my heart and soul. Yet what is it I’m truly passionate about? Back in the olden days I had a love for rugby, which was probably enhanced by being the star man on most, my teams. Pa would take me frequently and I know I was doing him proud. Yet this passion has melted away like snow in the summer sun. Another part of my history was a passion for church and studying religions. This still remains with me yet I don’t act upon it as much. The list could go on but I don’t want to bore you too much. Well whatever you are passionate about, you be proud of it and enjoy it to the fullest! Next time my blog hopefully will be on a topic rather than spontaneous sleepy talk. Rumour has it that this is going to the best Halloween ever; I read it in my HORRORscope! On that note, good night!

Oddballs On a Night Out

I’ve been in a rather unpleasant mood of recent, with a hatful of small illnesses combining well enough to relinquish the smile from my face. In reality, I just like a good old moan about certain things - all in jest of course. Last Monday, I tackled sickness and tiredness to show myself at a birthday and whilst sitting down sampling corona, (The three for five pound deal the only reason I’d drink a beer that’s flatter than a witches breast) I made some astute observations. Firstly, do people actually like this engineered, painstakingly awful music? I can understand people jumping around like kangaroos if Barry White was on, but this? Mama’s right; they don’t make music like they use to or is it just the value of time? Small groups by the bar also caused myself a casual chuckle. They’d stand there, nodding there heads, but no conversation would entail as if they spoke completely different languages. The only communication that occurred would be one of the group semi miming the chorus of a song to the others as if it would result in a chorus of laughs. Then it was back to looking at the floor, pretending to find amusement at things happening elsewhere and the occasional check of the mobile. You aint got no text honey; now go get some social skills! My third canny acknowledgment is the dude in the corner. There always is one! He clearly ventured to the club on his lonesome and quietly waited as if poised to attack. While bobbing to the ‘music’ his ‘rape eyes’ were inspecting any female that happened to pass. My estimation (Usually as accurate as Legolas with a bow and arrow) is that he ventured home on his lonesome also. So, as I stood in the bathroom evading people’s drunken talk, the guy trying to acquire money to wash my hands and (Less successfully) the ocean of piss on the floor, I wondered if going out to clubs is all its cracked up to be. Yet as I re-emerged into the room, I beheld a drunken women on heels reminiscent of a hippo on roller-skates. As she fell over screaming as if she was giving birth to triplets and receiving the care of those gaining their day’s good karma, a hyena-like cackle erupted from inside me. Yes, I decided, going out IS what its cracked up to be! Maybe I’m the sad one…

Road Trip

Went to the pub today only to have a coke! Pigs may well fly soon. Today represented the cultured dude I so attain to be rather than the loud buffoon that’s others often see. Along with my comrades we cruised into untamed lands and mystical mountains. Without sarcasm, the eerie silence and peaceful tranquillity of such places really soothed the soul. As waves crashed ferociously upon the rocks, the spraying water seemingly cleansed a liver that’s battered like cod. Witnessing the power of nature made me feel small so what will be will be. A man strolling the pebbled beach with his dog, maybe a vision into my future. I’m going to cease writing this ‘poetic’ dribble, but gratitude must go to the only good thing to come out of Luxemburg for taking us on this adventure. And may I also say how nice it was to be in an enticing restaurant for once, which vastly differs from the take-outs I so often succumb to… far nearer my standards. Back to normal tomorrow, in the pub all day. All aboard the Banter Train… destination unknown! It was just nice to do something different for once!

When Your Hero Falls

Human minds will always be riddled with contradiction. And this is one of the main critiques of Tupac Shakur’s vast amount of work. Yet, this is what makes the character so fascinating and appealing to his many followers including myself. His music is evidence of his constant quest and struggle to find meaning and ways of bettering life for his people as he toyed with numerous philosophies and thought. The music he created is brilliant to listen to. There is so much to be admired in his star qualities, his skills, his poetry, his success and so on. However, it is the passion behind the words, the emotions poured into his work and the meaning in the songs that make him a true inspiration to me and countless others. The list is endless to why he is a hero of mine but, in attempt not to bore you, I’ll keep it short and sweet. A man with no father, from extremely humble beginnings and a childhood of constantly moving homes eventually ended up as the biggest icon rap has ever produced. And with the fame, struggle and pain followed him like a shadow. Ordeals included being shot, verbally attacked by government officials and, through his own errors, time behind bars. Yet, despite it being easier to just leave that life behind, he stood up for his beliefs and continued to be a representative and voice for black communities and, as he would call it, the oppressed. Songs like ‘Keep your head up’ ‘Dear Mama’ ‘Unconditional Love’ and so on are pieces that can change my feelings in an instance. Not only did he educate through songs but gave people hope and the will to keep going. If ever down in the dumps, I’ll throw on one of his tracks.. His overlying message may have been of hope but at the same time, he stated how his future was hopeless. He may have talked of peace yet his lyrics, and indeed life, would always be shrouded with the reality of violence. And herein lies the contradiction that I aforementioned. This is what makes him so easy to relate to. He had massive pains in his life also and in the end his paranoia and so on got the better of him. But to witness what he achieved despite all of what he had been through was testament to his courageous character and this can inspire others to do likewise. Trying to find the answers to suffering, endlessly searching for a spiritual connection and so on reaches me deeply. Every social issue he seemingly touched upon and gave great insight on. He has influenced me greatly such as to try and educate myself more, to stand up for my beliefs, to treat my people well, to aspire to be a soldier and leader like he was, to be creative and so on. Recently it was the 14th anniversary of his death and he never truly got to see the ‘better days’ he talked of but he has lit a beacon of hope for millions of others. I hope I ain’t kissing his ass too much but to the rose that grew from concrete RIP!