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… I swear, cross my heart and hope to die. But then I did it and ended up with a rather freakily cool result, so I will. The idea is to put your media player on shuffle and then use the song titles as the answers to these quiz questions. As everyone of the MySpace generation will already know

How does the world see me?
Future Pleasure

Will I have a happy life?
Après Moi

What do my friends really think of me?
Pretty Fly For A White Guy [hahaha!]

Do people secretly lust after me?
Life in the Fast Lane

How can I make myself happy?
Saturday Night

What should I do with my life?
Faithless (Live at Live 8 ) [I agree with this ]

Will I ever have children?
Songbird

What is some good advice for me?
Charles, I Need Help Please

How will I be remembered?
Don’t You (Forget About Me) [How appropriate]

What is my signature dancing song?
Crosses (Breaks Mix)

What do I think my current theme song is?
Good Time / Rhythm is a Dancer

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?
Waltz

What song will play at my funeral?
Madonna (Live at Live 8 )

What type of men/women do you like?
Lucy []

What is my day going to be like?
My My My

“Over the past week I’ve meet up with all four of my Holy Quadrinity (look, the word exists now) of Birmingham \ technically-Worcestershire people. Andy came to stay, then I went back up with him to stay with Lucy, with the trip also including early-morning hot chocolate with Nic and a chat on the Lickey Hills with Josie and her bloke. (I like saying ‘and her bloke’, but I’m not trying to imply anything blokeish or otherwise about him. It’s just to avoid saying ‘Andy’ again and getting people all confused, really.)”

– Excerpt from Babble e-mail blog preview

And so it was, basically. I’ve really enjoyed my Easter holiday! It threw up some fun and surreal situations, like having Ms Hook sitting on my bed acting as Edgar’s mum for a film whereby Holly plays a wounded immigrant living in an alleyway and the subject of his affections. While Andy and I watched from Tasha’s staircase with the rest of my family, enjoying it all. How downright weird is that?

Not to mention that on the train to Birmingham I ended up having a good old media chat with the guy sitting opposite me, who’d spent most of the journey pitching programme ideas to his boss. That’s downright cool, but only because I’m a media geek who enjoys talking about the long-term sustainability of Teacher’s TV without yawning.

Oh, and on the final day of the holidays we had a traditional big family get-together meal in a rather swanky hotel. (Well, swanky for my tastes. But then Andy and I managed to dine at McDonald’s a few minutes after leaving the British Museum, so I guess that might not count for much.) Which was great, since we don’t seem to have many Big Family Divisions (TM) at the moment! I actually felt a burst of pride at being the only household to have used public transport to get there, too

Right, back to school. My final full half-term of lessons. Oh that’s downright scary…

Henceforth, this shall be my new motto! Yes, one of the many delights of having Lucy round for the past few days has been my attempt to convince her that it’s OK to eat three desserts if they are sufficiently different. I think it’s fair to say I failed

Seriously though, we had a rather wonderful time since Monday, including a mass pilgrimage to Camden and a night trek along South Bank which Lucy can describe far better than I can. She did leave out my glorious attempt at cooking though: it was pizza, which was fine, except that it was slightly out of date, which was slightly less fine, and especially since the end result was grey. Grey and stringy. Yummy student life awaits!

Oh and I’m going to throw in a , because it’s my blog I can, she deserves it and I’m in a good mood! As with Lucy, though, I have slightly lost track of time now. The first week of the Easter holidays has almost passed but it’s OK, because there’s plenty more time to get everything done. Oh, and Andy’s coming next week, hurrah! I’m thinking that we should go to South Bank at night, after going with Lucy made me realise how I should have done it a lot earlier – and show off London more – rather than just pointing at my school.

Over at the Self home, the head of the household (mother, of course… ) has fractured her wrist which is now in a cast. Whilst ice skating, I believe, which I guess is something. Cause y’know, at least it’s exciting, and therefore gives you some kudos. So, why not be the first to comment this official ‘get well soon’ post? (Because it’s a cheap plot for comments, Dominic, and you know it. Still, be the first. The first! Or the second…)