Wordvomit

I've started helping out down at my old scout centre. This isn't a good turn in the true Scouting spirit, as it's part of my Duke of Edinburgh Service; I'm only in it for the award. Selfish me.

Anyway, who knew children could be so intimidating? Apparently my plimsolls made me look like I was wearing a trampy suit: always a compliment. Although I am tempted to take the fashion advice of eight-year old boys (trend-aware as they are), the Topman Stylemail reassured me that I did not look like a homeless person from the 1970's. When I played hockey to even the numbers of the teams, it resembled that scene from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, where Luke and his ragtag band of teenage miscreants bring down the AT-ATs (yeah, I know the names of the walker-thingies). Only this time, it was kids with hockey sticks hitting me in the legs - even when I didn't have the puck. Now let's face it, I am no metallic behemoth. I'm probably only a foot, maybe more, bigger than these children and as far as I know, my face does not resemble some fairytale monster.

I'm sitting in the gloriously air conditioned Drop-In centre at college doing writing this blog, listening to Regina Spektor - listen to her because she's great. Admittedly it's not very hot today but I'm still glad not to be courting with the sunshine because over the last couple of days, flirting with the ol' solar radiation has not fared well for Sam's skin. The last week or so I have been thankful not to be in college because the majority of Aquinas is not a shady oasis and therefore I like many others would have doubtlessly morphed into a desiccated hulk of salty brine-soaked t-shirt-and-jeans combo.

As soon as I downloaded (the legality is up for debate) roughly eight albums worth of new music, I realised that it was going to take me a very long time to properly get through it all. So far, I've decided that La Roux is a brilliant amalgamation of synth-laden pop and strangley tuneful banshee wailing from Elly Jackson. We will wait for judgement on Daniel Merriweather, White Lies and Little Boots' respective outpourings, but preliminary scans are looking promising.