Appearing in my inbox today:
Young Dominic u maybe wise amongst your years but i doubt it has dawned upon you that ur actions will lead to ur downfall.I urge you to reconsider what can be for more then pride it stake here.I talk about segregation but look deeper within that context find a meaning that is only significant for u.If u look to understand then you will only be confused, this is not a task that requires the mentality of ur mind yet it is ur heart that will eventually conquer all.This fornication of sin is but a suggestion in the realms of the mind thus it is vital that i reinforce that idea, u r the chosen Dominic , fate now lies in ur hands.
So says someone at least! Thank you kindly for the e-mail (Morpheus?), I’ll certainly take the red pill, but where exactly am I going to fall ‘down’ from? 
Is Alex going to become the best loved blogger or something? Oh.. no wait.. he already is 
Ooh it’s one of those days where we’ve got PC5 blue-screening on one side, the phone line playing up on the other, and I’m trundling around with a portable hard drive doing a long overdue backup. So I’ll pick this little slot in between ‘lunch where egg got thrown over me’ and ‘going to grandparents’ to blog! 
Way back on Wednesday I saw Fabulation at the Tricycle Theatre with the school. Which was, as I’m sure you’re bored of me saying by now, fantastic because the Tricycle always is. Although I should mention that when someone’s phone goes off in the cinema, it’s very annoying; when it goes off in the cinema, they should probably be executed. My heart did warm to people saying that they ‘didn’t know you could swear in the theatre’, hehe 
I also travelled to land-of-joy-Birmingham on Friday staying the abode of La Kings again which I felt cheeky for – but it is really really nice, and you get proper breakfasts! Aside: waiting at Barnt Green station I decided it didn’t count as graffiti if you did it in moisture, and proceeded to write the formula for integration by parts on a window. It also seems the next day that the world was converging at the Bullring – not that we knew it at the time, but I was there with Lucy, Josie and her sister Kathryn were there, Josie’s stalker was there, Pingu (Pingu!) was there… spooky. So if you weren’t at the Bullring on Saturday afternoon… why on earth not?!
Oh and finally I dashed home to listen to [drum roll] Babble Radio Night! Which was a musical extravaganza lasting till 2 in the morning and featuring the wonderful talents of Nic, No Name Toony, GG, Nathan and Reverend Pingu. Congrats to all
Edit – Weren’t able to listen to Babble Radio Night? Catch No Name Toony’s No Name Show at GG’s Podcast who is running GG’s Podcast Live next. Well worth a listen!
I’ve just finished my application (well, almost, have to hand in a £10 cheque tomorrow for Cambridge… ) for university and I feel like a huge weight has just been lifted from my mind So yay!
For the record, I am applying to do History at Cambridge, Birmingham, Manchester, Bristol, Nottingham and Reading. Now all I have to do is sit back and wait for news of any offers, rejections, requests for interview, etc. That’s fine. Either I get them or I don’t, but it’s out of my hands now so I can get on with what I actually came to Sixth Form to do – A Levels!
Oh, and applying online via UCAS is much nicer than the dead tree alternative. Just a pity Cambridge still insist on paper, but I’m sure they’ll change… eventually…
To those who doubt the awesome power of democracy to fully express the will of the people, let me tell you the story of my Maths lesson today.
Having forewarned us that we would be called upon to present various answers to proof questions to the rest of the class, our Maths teacher reached the last one – the ominous question 13. Sure, we had all read the answers at the back of the book, but still, for the purposes of telling an exciting story, it was the ominous question 13. Scanning along the rows of purposely non-chalant faces she picks her victim student… Robert and I crossing our fingers and quietly chanting “Fabio.. Fabio.. please…Fabio”.
She did not pick Fabio. Oh, the audible sigh of disappointment. “Aw, can’t we have a vote instead?” I joked. Well at least I thought I joked, but what I am increasingly realising is that my jokes often are interpreted as serious suggestions (that’s the reason why we’re now buying a mini-fridge for our Physics classroom).
“OK then, we’ll have a vote”
“Woaah?”
“Who do you all want?”
Feeling a duty to uphold the sacred principles of democracy, I pressed on for a secret ballot, dutifully accepted. It was probably not in keeping with the sacred principles of democracy that I would then be asked to hand out the paper slips myself, giving me time for a last minute pitch for my chosen candidate, but then, no democracy’s perfect.
Anyway, Fabio romped home with a thumping majority and ended up presenting the ominous question 13 admirably well. So three cheers for democracy, where the will of the people wins out over tyranny. Huzzah!
Today has been a rather marvellous day!
Firstly, the school finally decided to pay me for a week of work at their summer school – and the pay slip that was waiting for me when I got home informed me that there will be about £50 extra in repaid tax at some point, assuming I’m not silly enough to earn above the limit during the rest of the year no danger of that then!
My yet-another-new Oyster photocard with free bus travel also arrived, so now I can finally join my sister and her clan in their crazy bus-hopping journeys. Oh and talking of buses, I would like to (slightly belatedly) utterly rescind my criticism of the 47E bus to Cofton Hackett. Driver let me travel for free since I only had a fiver and they don’t give change 
thanks!
Look at meeee!
No no the bigger news is: I made B3ta!
Not just B3ta, the very first link of B3ta! 
I think that’s it, my life’s work accomplished now. Happy weekend!
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