So as the summer holidays begin for many of the younger generations, I can’t help but feel a sense of anti-climax; like the summer novelty has worn off and these past weeks have done nothing but drag along. I’m all out of straws to clutch at with regards to the weather; however my ever pale complexion means I’m delaying packing away the sun cream until the first signs of snow.
It’s definitely a case of frustration. Frustration at: weather; repetitiveness; the fact that I’m not still on my travels. (Tick any or all of the above) but the underlying catalyst of my frustrations is boredom. There is only so many times you can go to the gym, kick a ball around or have a drink at your local before reluctantly ending your night in a half empty hall, regretting the very second you handed over that sacred five pound note. People of Clevedon will understand and unfortunately for many, you’ll be able to relate to the latter.
Boredom does strange things to people. For example, I nearly, oh so nearly read a book yesterday. As I scoured my book shelf for good material I realised just how many autobiographies I own, all of good people, people who have achieved great things in their life; legends some would say. Sir Bobby Robson, Sir Geoff Hurst, Ian Holloway (sort of). It takes a certain person to write an autobiography. A person with good life experience or just someone with a great story to tell.
At this point you’re all wondering what I’m going on about and why I’m hypocritically boring you all to death. I’ll tell you why. As I sat in my car the other day, waiting at the traffic lights I heard something tragic on the radio, (cut to the chase I know). Everyone’s favourite pubescent battering ram Mr Justin Bieber is releasing an autobiography. Yeah whatever he’s got a good success story and I do not doubt his musical talents. But please, give me a break! He’s sixteen years old! What could he possibly have to write about? Ok, so he posted some videos on YouTube, Usher saw them and signed him up and now he’s a star. Lovely story, almost bought a tear to my eye (note sarcasm). That fills 30 pages....what else? Two dot-to-dots, a colour by numbers and a word search? Is it just me that finds this hard to believe? I don't blame the kid though, if someone asked me to write a load of tosh for a few million dollars I'd do it; Instead I do it for free.
To accompany this, a film is rumoured to be in the pipelines. It’s good to see he’s catering for the majority of Americans by giving them something they don’t have to read. I’m sure the film will do okay, it certainly won’t be the worst life-based film ever, Get Rich or die trying has that award sewn up for a long time to come.
I’m very easily aggravated at the moment, as the previous 15 lines demonstrate. It’s nothing personal Justin, but it’s safe to say I won’t be buying your book.
In an attempt to put a positive spin on things, I start University in 7 weeks time which I’m really looking forward to. The thought of exams and revision again is quite daunting to someone who’s been out of education for a whole year but this is shoved out the way by the thought of a whole new start, new people and some great life experiences....oh and the degree bit, that as well.
This post may make me out to be an unsatisfied loony who writes with little structure and just blurts out his moans and issues with society before forcing them on to everyone else (some of that is true)...that’s assuming that people actually read this random rant. I’m happy, just bored and in need of something new. I’ll know it when I find it...Uni could be just the remedy. Over and out.
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