Lovelydarlings! That’s a LucyPhrase (TM) for Lucy who complains at a paucity of shout-outs. I realise the blog has been looking a bit bare this week, so let’s catch up with the fun and entertaining life that is Me.
Big Brother. No, I didn’t watch it. No, I’ve never watched it because it’s utterly terribly boring. However, in order to stay vaguely in the cultural loop, I did the slightly evil thing of getting someone else to watch it and feed back to me any important details, so in case of accidental conversation I won’t suddenly say “Oh Mickey, he sounds nice” or “Pfft, they’d never steep so low as to put a guy with Tourette’s in there, stop being stupid.” Incidentally, next year I predict a Nazi, a foetus, a robot and a junior ‘celebrity’ member of the Taliban. My money’s on the foetus for the public vote, although the surprise entrance of a dead llama half way through might just swing it.
Back in the real world – Monday is 3 Hour Maths Exam Day With Extra Capital Letters For Emphasis. I’ve just finished another practice exam right now, and I can do it all except for Prove that (cos x + sin x)^2 + (cos x – sin x)^2 = 2. If you would like to telephone vote your answer in, feel welcome. (To anyone worried, I do have a vague idea of how it might be done and I will do it before tomorrow. Promise.)
Yesterday was examy too, 2 hours of English mock at 9am on a bright and lovely rain rain rainy Saturday morning. Still, at least Holly was nice enough to phone me afterwards with what I got. (She read my paper after I left… which is, ur, an interesting tactic in an exam.)
Oh and I should also mention Doctor Who, and <spoiler alert> the departure of Mickey Smith to a parallel universe (roll over to read) which I certainly didn’t see coming. Neither did my mum, who is most upset and threatening not to watch until Russell T changes his mind.
This is not forgetting Eurovision, of course, although there isn’t a great deal to write about. The tactical voting, well, it’s gotten a bit tiresome now. Someone has even written up a paper on it, including this useful diagram of what has happened in the past couple of years. Having said all that, it’s nice to know that Ireland still feel sorry enough for us to swing us some votes… 
Sorry to build up into a disappointing climax, but Physics Practical went really quite well after all. Sure, I forgot the units of resistivity, and used volts instead of millivolts (although Hiten did that too…) but that shouldn’t dent me too much and overall it was OK and much better than it could have gone. So yay.
In more interesting news, a fly decided to kamikaze into my eye on the way home!
Right, have had a complaint from Clare saying that she isn’t mentioned often enough on my blog. Sorry, Miss Clariss. Even if you were the shout-outee a mere, ooh I don’t know, 2 weeks ago.
You know what? I’ve run out of things to say. *Posts*
Tunnel visioned, that’s me. I have Physics Practical tomorrow morning. As you can tell I’m really confident about it all 
although actually, I feel ever so slightly better now that I know how to measure with Vernier Calipers in millimetres rather than inches!
As soon as the Practical is over, my mind will turn over to Maths for Monday, and then afterwards English for next Friday, etc etc. Anything else can and will be neglected, exitus acta probat. And yes, that includes you, personal statements! I don’t want to even think about applying to university any more. Not. Interested. Even a little bit. Wait until after AS exams, thank you very much.
However my propencity to be distracted is never ending, hence I am also participating in Babble’s amazing Summer CD Big Swap, which Pingu slyly convinced me to do last night.
Shout out! To Amber, one of the poor Year 8s who now blog themselves, and much better than I do too. There are loads more: Marion, Izzy, Zenobia – more links on her site.
Talking of websites, I’m getting the itch again to do something to my own. Summer holidays, and you never know what might happen…
The (unelected) House of Lords today blocked a bill to allow terminally ill patients the right to be helped to die if they wished. I suspect that most readers of this blog, when weighing up the arguments, come to the conlusion that assisted dying should be offered as a humane and dignified alternative to those patients who want it. I say this because according to Dignity in Dying, a campaign group, over 80% of people agree.
So why has the House of Lords opposed it? Well, there are serious safeguards that would have to be put in place. No one should ever feel a ‘burden’ to the system and the decision to end your own life should never be taken likely. But these are things that everyone is agreed on, supporters and opposition alike. The real challenge comes from the usual culprits – purveyors of persceptive morality.
Don’t forget that there are still 26 bishops in the House of Lords. Today’s events demonstrate why they should be stripped, post haste, from unelected office. These are the same people who opposed contraception, and then opposed abortion, and now they are opposing dignified death out of dogma and the ultimate power complex – the belief that people’s lives should be mortgaged to ‘god’, against their own wishes.
“We are not autonomous beings” said the Bishop of London. So there you have it. We have Lords so you can be serfs.
Taste-wise, this is pretty very low. I apologise, really and truly. But I made it for B3ta and was rather proud of myself, plus I noticed a bit of a spate of wordy blog posts that I need to break up. So, without further ado…
Command Line
Helen on It’s (waiting) time.: “Fabulous news, congratulations to you both! X” Jun 8, 21:51
