Come play... With a Change of Pace

Well this summer was very eventful indeed, honestly really annoyed that I didn't keep up with blogging, especially while on my travels. I guess sometimes you can be too busy living your life to get around to documenting it.

Well since I last updated. I moved from Rusholme to Withington for two months, my tenancy ended on my shared house and uni doesn't start till next week, so I had a gap to bridge, usually I'd sofa-surf up norf but I was still working at LateRooms, and having a job can be really handy when you're low on funds. (Thank god I have the guarantee of not having council tax sting me for the next 4 years, that shit literally pained me, srsly.)

So my boyfriend and his lovely flatmates were happy to take me in for those two months, the cheapest rent I've had to pay since I lived in Newcastle (Manchester student digs rates are crazy high) and I got to hammer my accumulated holidays (since I only took 3 days off all year till July). I took a week off in the second week of July to have a breather from full-time work life and then the first week in August to travel the country. 

We thought it would be a good idea to visit Scotland then just in case we'd need a visa for our next visit. Thankfully we're still united, for now, although to be honest I'd have been happy to put back up the original border and join them in their new independence free from the Mickey Mouse bureaucracy of Westminster and the monopolisation of the country’s finances around the soon-to-be state of Londinia. But hey ho, at least we can be happy to have any hope in hell of kicking the Tories out for the next election, though with me currently living in west Suffolk I wouldn't be surprised if my vote was the only one which wasn't blue.

Enough about politics.

After our sweet getaway (pictures are on Facebook) we sessioned work for one more month before we left Mancunia for good, to move to the south, I always said I'd end up back down here, though I didn't expect it to take 10 years, but the great thing about living in Newmarket is that we've got Cambridge and Bury St Edmunds on our doorstep, but we're pretty much isolated from city-esque civilisation, the main upside being, that I no longer have any urges to spend stupid amounts of money on clothes and make up. I never realised how bad Manchester was for having adverts ABSOLUTELY EVERYWHERE! And fuck me did they work! 

But here I'm so content just wondering the countryside, going on bike rides and being practically naked the majority of the time, I think today was the first day it rained since we moved two weeks ago, it was not missed. 

So now I'm sat here, just about caught up, well not really, but this is starting to feel like an essay and I am missing Pokémon on Netflix which I really must get back to.

So ciao for now!

Come Play... With Aerospace, Moving & Family.

Finally after the last year and a half I have finally realised my true calling, the one which I was fully aware it was for years. After all this time I finally took the plunge and reapplied to go back to university. After several rejections due to my lack of UCAS points due to me doing so piss poor on my BTEC (mind a MP for 43% attendance is an achievement in my book!) I finally received acceptance in the warm arms of Kingston University (I also got in to Salford, but it was design-based, not a field I really want to go into).

I really only applied for the course based on the feedback I got from my friend from college who went there, and through spying through his pictures on his Facebook and seeing how awesome it looked. The course I'm doing is not actually with the University as such, but it is accredited by them. Meaning essentially I'll be working hands on with aircraft of all design, commercial, military, haulage and private. Talk about fucking awesome! The company is called The Marshall Aerospace and Defence Group, you can check out their website for more information on the company: www.marshalladg.com.

Now I'm just terrified to be moving to Cambridge, a beautiful city I'm sure, but I was more excited when I was moving to Manchester, possibly because I was moving into halls and I thought I was going to be safe with the whole uni vibe around me, which to an extent was true. But I guess experience has taught me that you'll never be safe anywhere on your own, which is why moving to a city, where I don't know ANYBODY, and with no student accommodation in sight; kinda terrifies me.

I've been viewing flats on Zoopla and the like, and the rents are amazingly reasonable, although this is another thing that scares me, considering that it's down south, why am I able to find all-inclusive accommodation for under £80 per week? I already feel some sort of catch coming on.

But on the upside I'll be a hell of a lot closer to my friends and family, with London only being 20mins away, which is also a significant reason why I chose to go, since my 2 year old sister doesn't even know who I am, I don't want to be just another long lost relative who sends her easter eggs and a card with money in it on her birthday, I'd really like to be a part of her life and bestow all my worldly knowledge to her to ensure that she doesn't make the same mistakes that I have, or doesn't NEED to in any case. (If she's anything like me it'll likely not stop her, but I could have done with a heads up on what I was getting myself into on many occasions!)

All in all though I'm feeling really excited for the future, if not a little apprehensive, though I guess that's good in a way, I must be growing up as each day I become more fearful of the world.

Here's to the next chapter!

Come Play in Manchester.

Today was spent with a lovely young man enjoying the sights of Manchester on this most beautiful of days.

We roamed the streets armed with a frappe in hand and minds ready to create new memories.

We accidentally ended up in the town hall where we played a little game of guess the scientist. This essentially involved us guessing the name of the scientist on each plaque, being an engineer, he won.

From there I insisted that I be photographed by the water fountain in typical tourist style. I hadn't seen this city look so beautiful and therefore decided that was reason enough for it to be documented visually for all time.

After a day of fun and games it inspired me to write a song dedicated to this stunning city.

Manchester, Manchester
Raise your weary head,
Play with me

Summer sun has finally come,
Manchester.

Manchester,
Open your eyes,
Clear blue skies,
Finally

Come out to play with me today,
Manchester.

The water from the fountains
Shimmering,
Glimmering,
In the sun.

Manchester, Manchester
Fond memories,
Of days like these.

So I sing a song of love
For Manchester,

So I sing this song of love
For Manchester.

Xx