Rock and Roll

12 May 2009

Dearest Girl,

I apologise for my incomunicado status over the past week; I am happy to admit that it is due to some of the subjects which your life shall soon be overflowing with. My darling housemates upped and left this Thursday, quite irresponisbly leaving me to my own devices, which due to my retarded nature at this point in time could have lead to devastating consequences. To ease the pain of abandonment I decided to fill my free time as much as was physically possible, and ended by not spending more than half an hour's shower time in my own flat.

I am, however aware that the readership of this blog often counts among itself my parents; and due to this I feel that too much detail on the abundance of sex, drugs and music in my life would be unwise (NONE, Daddy, NONE AT ALL) but suffice to say that my weekend was drunken to say the very least. I ended up, due to my female companion's promiscuous behaviour, which meant the spare bed was taken, spending Friday night in Fran's bed, and realised that I had missed physical contact an obscene amount. Although our search for that elusive intellectual must continue, I have come to the conclusion that it is not sex I need, not at all, just a little bit of affection. In a completely uncalculated but rather satisfactory manner I spent another drunken Saturday night in the same manner; harmless spooning and nothing more, and finding no inclination to make the journey to my humble, empty abode in the pouring rain that greeted us on Sunday, I made a roast dinner and stayed there again.

The contended, slothful weekend, however, has come to an end, and yesterday, though the weather was similar, bought with it the news that my Grandma had passed away. Though not unexpected, it has still bought with it a shadow of gloom to the rainy streets, and has rather sapped the aura of happiness that had enveloped me. It is rather surreal, however, the Erasmus life meaning that home feels another world away, and though I am glad I will be able to make it home for the funeral, I know that until then the sad fact will retain it's dreamlike quality.

I am now in more need than ever of your stories, and am exceptionally glad that your new boozy life will provide me with much entertainment. I also very much enjoyed the first post from our new contributor, and hope she will continue to provide my triste little head with much needed entertainment.

Reciprocating and adding to the electronic love,

Hannah xxx

(The lack of) Sex, Drugs and Music

10th May 2009

Dear Hannah,

It has been brought to my attention by our mutual German acquaintance that "More people would read your blog if you wrote about sex drugs and music". Far be it from to disagree with such obvious wisdom. Thus, my dear, this post marks an attempt to shift the overall tone of our publication toward the scandalous, torrid and even downright Hogarthian in an attempt to cater to the interests of the reading public.

It is at this point that writer's block begins to set in as I have very little debaucherous activity to relate. Indeed, it would appear that my mother is in possession of a much more colourful social life than myself as I have spent much of the past weekend babysitting while she pursues it. Life cannot continue in this fashion! I have dresses and shoes and fake tan and makeup and money spent on keeping my hair and eyebrows under control which cannot be wasted. I need, for want of more rhetorical phrasing, to Get A Life. And soon. I resolve that the next post will contain tales of my social exploits, of nights on the town, of new friends and hangovers. I am adamant that the next time you hear from me I shall be once again in possession of the bright demeanor and sociable attitude which occasioned our friendship in the first instance.

This week I have found myself entombed within an endless pile of revision as well as distracted by thoughts of how easy it is to allow oneself to become entrenched in a rut. It would be easy to simply blame my current social situation on my impending examinations, however, pointing the finger towards academia would be incorrect and far wide of the point. In fact it is the cumulutive impact of many factors of university life which result in my current day to day occupation of drinking coffee, watching Scrubs and staring at the four walls. To sit tight and await the end of exams, viewing this time as the point at which a social revolution will miraculously descend upon my life bestowing upon all about me the insatiable desire to drink and dance until the early hours, make new friends and generally revel in youth and cheap vodka when this is clearly not a lifestyle to which they would ordinarily subscribe is to deny all evidence as it presents itself in my current day to day social situation. As you mentioned in your last post, it does not do to look to the past with a rose - tinted nostalgia, nor does it to fix ones vision on a future which is unlikely to live up to expectations. The answer lies alongside the problem; firmly in the present.

It will do no good to lament the passing of last year, full as it was with hedonistic trips to Robbos, or to long for next year whereupon academic work must be allowed to take precedence over social engagements. It will only benefit my lonely, bored soul to begin searching from sort of distraction immediatly. This is my intention.

This week is to be one of discovery. While my impending sojourn to Cornwall will take up most of my post - exam free time, I intend to utilise the time I do have with trips around Manchester which take me further afield than the kitchen, further even than Starbucks as experience has taught me that there are few interesting acquaintances to be made there. I intend to explore new places, armed with both camera and revision notes and to share my exploits with you via our beautiful blog.

Hopefully my new found social gregariousness will inspire posts which are more to Benny's liking. Ha.

I would welcome your suggestions with regard to where to go and who to include within my plan for social resurrection as well as stories of your own debaucherous activities from which to take inspiration.

Take care my dear, I send you all the affection that it is possible to include within the electronic format and eagerly await your reply.

Much love,
Chloe.xxx