Sunday, 30 March 2014
As I enter my final couple of months at university, stress levels are definitely high. Never before have I had so much work to do in so little time and had so much at stake if I don't do well. Which is why I was in desperate need of a night off. And, despite not being able to predict it when I booked these tickets a year ago, this was the perfect way to spend that free evening.
He started the show by reading out tweets he had received just prior to the event, stating that he 'didn't even need to be here. You guys are funnier than me.' He moved so effortlessly from this beginning ad libbing into his actual show that you couldn't actually tell when his set truly began. This was something that continued throughout the whole evening. He went off on massive tangents, as he often does when he is on television but somehow managed to hilariously come full circle and bring it back round to where he wanted it to be. So, although it probably was all planned, it did appear to be a special story he had produced just for us. This was the mark of a true professional and showed the huge amount of experience that he has.
I won't talk too much about his stories, just in case you guys are wanting to see the show, or you are waiting on the DVD. But believe me when I say - they are funny. There are a lot of sex jokes and he does talk about his penis (or his brother's penis) for about 90% of the time. Although I am not sure any of the females in the audience were complaining about that. He pretended to be a vagina for about 15 minutes, exploring what it would be like if they talk. And for the majority of the rest of the time, he was giving funny anecdotes from his family. Even though he was constantly taking the mick out of them, he does clearly have a genuine affection for all of them, particularly his Mum, which made everyone fall in love with a him a little more.
All I can say, is that you will not stop laughing from the minute that Russell starts talking. My stomach actually hurt within minutes and it is the perfect escapism from any other worries you might have. And on top of that, you feel as if you get to know him and his life. So I just have one final plea for Russell HowHard...please be my friend. I feel like it would make my stressed dissertation-filled life have so much more joy.
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Oh hey BlogSpot - long time no write.
There is just one word that is my excuse for this - dissertations. And yes, that is not just one, but two. Who else has to do that in the history of university? No one. Because no one is that insane. However, as I do a primary education degree but also specialise in English, I have to write one based somewhere in education and one more literary one. Excellent...
But unfortunately this means that I have had no life. In fact, I have done little more this term than go to the library, work a little and procrastinate a lot. Now anyone who knows me at all will realise what a huge deal this is. Because I properly HATE the library. Not that it isn't great. Reading University's library is one of the best I have ever come across with five floors holding millions of books. You can always find whatever you need in there, no matter how obscure the subject of the book is.
Despite this the library is also one of the most depressing areas of campus - you can immediately pick out my fellow final year undergraduates who are in there stewing over dissertations. They walk around, bumping into furniture as their towering piles of books block their view. Or they are the ones with laptops slung over their shoulders, striding with quick purpose from shelf to shelf looking slightly harried. And you can spot them hunting down that valuable text, inwardly praying no one has taken it from the shelf in the two minutes they have taken to reach the correct floor after searching for it in the catalogue. Or most commonly, they are viewed sitting at the desks, surrounded by papers, giving evils to every single student who dares to breathe in their vicinity. A few weeks ago I had the unfortunate experience where I walked into a pillar in the library, dropping all my books. Every surrounding head whipped round to stare at me aggressively. If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead right then. So majorly embarrassing.
I have to say that I do not fall into any of the categories mentioned above. I am part of the 'in denial' category where I am certain that if I just go and have a nap, this nasty bunch of words I have to write will simply disappear. And my fondness for procrastination is exactly why I loathe the library. Everyone is far too silently productive, it makes me anxious and slightly mortified that I am there, scanning Facebook for an hour while everyone else seems to have written 2000 words. I just fidget.
So anyone who is in their final year - I fully sympathise with everything you are trying to undertake right now. And you can be slightly reassured, however many words you have written, you will have completed more work than I have. Good luck and keep going, it is all nearly over.