Dear Diary/Nostaliga

At the wonderfully creative world that is my school’s ‘English Club’, I was given a writing assignment by my teacher. which consisted of the writing instructions ‘ Right guys, I’m tired, write what you want!’. The enormous freedom I felt encouraged me to fill the diary-shaped void in my life with a little something like this:

Dear Diary,

I’m hit with a fresh burst of nostalgia as I place pen to paper (fingers to keyboard?) on what has to be the beginning of the first extract in a diary since I was 6. Has… has it really been that long? I recall writing within your ’SpiderMan’-themed covers (identical to that of my twin brother’s of course) questioning what the purpose of this mundane, aimless task was. After a few weeks, my determination to acquire a new, creative hobby dwindled. Your fate? The dusty enclave which lay beneath my bed. I lacked creativity, as well as patience.

Yet, as time passed and my perspectives on life changed, I find that I have been the subject of a ‘role reversal’. Now? I sometimes feel as if I’m too creative for my own good! Creativity can often be a double-sided coin; it can be the start of something incredible, or it can be the end of a life which was once comfortable. Although I wouldn’t change this character trait for *insert cliché here* anything in the world. A lack of creativity provides such a narrow outlook on life. I wouldn’t say creativity was absent in my life as a child – after all, pretending to be a kung-fu master with my best friend in my back garden couldn’t have been achieved without a broad, open mind (and sugar. Lots and lots of sugar). More so, I think I’ve managed to fine-tune this creativity into something I’m proud to show the world – a talent.

Diary, I know that I neglected you across the many years of my life; just remember that it was nothing personal. As much as I wanted to write my passions and aspirations onto the pages of your matter, there was nothing to write. However, as I began to expand upon the limits of my own mind, I’ve found that I want to write, pen to paper, for the rest of my dwindling days as a Journalist. I hope that you can be proud of me – the child I once was may not have had any stories to tell you, or the regrets that I’ve had; but you’ve always been at the forefront of my mind. To inspire me in sharing my thoughts, my feelings and my outlook on life with not just you, but with the rest of the world.

For that, I will always remain grateful :)

Here Comes The Sun (Shine Award)

Pint of Guinness? Check. Attempting to blot out Dad’s ‘classic’ St. Paddy jokes whilst watching ‘Waking Ned Devine’? Check. ‘FECK’ reg-plate placed conveniently above the kitchen door? Checkiddy check-check. May the most joyful day in the son-of-an-Irish-man’s calendar commence! Sadly, being underage, I can’t celebrate in the same way that a stereotypical Irishman might do; but I’ll happily swing along with the festivities. In fact, St. Paddy’s Day rubs off on just about everyone – a time of celebration and an appreciation of why the Irish are, well, the best people on the planet. Yet, not everyone turns up to celebrate. I’ll give you a clue – the culprit is round, orange and wears shades. Well… it was actually ‘The Sun’; but yes, I’ll accept ‘Kerry Katona Abroad’ as a suitable answer!

Unfortunately, St Paddy’s Day takes place towards the end of winter but near the beginning of spring. That means, to quote ‘Father Ted’, the weather is always feckin. shite. Today has mustered just about every kind of weather. Wild winds, persistent rain and a period of snow… but where’s that lovely sunshine? Sun – you’ve let Earth down; you’ve let the Irish down; but most importantly? You’ve let yourself down. Whilst I may not be able to drag the son from behind the clouds in a Bruce Almighty-like fashion, I can certainly use the power of my blogging enthusiasm and the likes of chalkdustfairy to bring a bit of sunshine into the world!

*Plays Harmonica* – My musical ear is still slightly deaf from my Grade 8 violin exam last week, so I won’t sing this for you. However, I’ll leave that to you to hum the following to the tune of The Beatles’ ‘Here Comes The Sun’:

Here Comes The Sun (Shine Award), Here Comes The Sun (Shine Award), It’s Brilliant (Do do do do do do do do dodododo)

Thanks to chalkdustfairy (if you haven’t read her blog yet, I recommend you do so before, you know, my respect is lost for you), I’m ‘bringing out the sunshine’ through the form of a new blogging award, ‘The Sunshine Award’. *Pfft*, who needs the real Sun anyway? After all, I don’t need sun-cream to embrace this form of sunshine, nor sunglasses at risk of blinding myself from staring at it! If this award is new to you, here’s a little description:

“The Sunshine Award is an award given by bloggers to other bloggers. The recipients of the Sunshine Award are: “Bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogsphere”. The way the award works is this: Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to them. Answer questions about yourself. Select 10 of your favourite bloggers, link their blogs to your post and let them know they have been awarded the Sunshine Award!”

Just to throw this out there… I’m one of the few people in existence who has never played a 20q ball. However, I will compensate that disgrace of a claim by answering these 10 intriguing questions:

1. What inspired you to start blogging?

I’m not going to hide the fact that the real reason was the look of shame I received from a Leeds Trinity lecturer who visited our school, when I informed her that I wanted to be a journalist and had no experience to my name! However, the ‘ignorance is bliss’ reason has to be that it’s the way I tame both my philosophical mind and my eager sense of humour. As a growing kid in a growing world, I want to capture every bit of it; whilst making people laugh and smile along the way, of course!

2. How did you come up with the name for your blog?

My lacking sense of ‘titular imagination’! I guess I like the simplicity of AdrianCharlieHoran – it has a ring to it, it’s easy to remember and hey, what better way to get myself noticed than to stick my name in the title of it? Oh… , my middle name’s actually ‘Charles’ – that doesn’t count as treason that I dislike that as a name, does it?

3. What is your favourite blog that you like to read?

Just to avoid scenario where angry bloggers march to my house in the form of a ‘angry mob’ as I haven’t chosen them as my favourite, I’m just going to provide a generic answer – All of them.

4. Tell about your dream job.

I admit, I used to have two dream jobs – to be the next ‘Doctor’ or be the manager of my own ‘Jurassic Park’ (what can I say? I love dinosaurs!). However, thanks to mainstream education and a few ‘life lessons’, I settled for Journalism. Though I don’t regret it – someday I hope to write for a large publication, possibly a satirical magazine. If I end up writing ‘The Big Issue’? Well, it’d not quite be ‘living the dream’, but at… at least my words are being published?

5. Is your glass half-full or half-empty?

*Geeky squeal*, after writing a full-blown post on the matter, I can safely confirm my glass is half-full. No wait, three quarters full. I’d have to say it’s full. Could somebody get more a larger, optimistic glass here?! QUICK!

6. If you could go anywhere for a week’s vacation, where would you go?

Hmm… I think I’ll go with ‘Narnia’ on this one. After a week of talking lions, fighting ice queens and hospitable fauns, I’d come back out of that wardrobe and a week wouldn’t have even gone by in real-world time! Plus, I could maybe learn ‘cat’ language whilst I was there and finally translate what my cat is saying… Muahahah, it’ll no longer be a mystery!

7. What food can you absolutely not eat?

Plain. Yoghurt. Even saying its name is just so boring and tasteless! I like the idea of picking a yoghurt out of the fridge, not looking at the label, tasting it and guessing what sumptuous flavour my taste buds are currently being subject to. Yet plain yoghurt fails that test as it’s just the same every time. Plus, it just tastes like thick milk, which is a no-no.

8. Dark chocolate or White Chocolate?

White chocolate, for one reason and one reason only – Milky Bars. They’re strong, they’re tough and let’s face it – this song is enough to persuade you:

9. How much time do you spend blogging?

At first, I thought I’d tackle the ‘Blogosphere’ head on and post two times a week, which is about four hours of blogging. Yet, as much as I thought I was Clark Kent, I had to reduce the time to one post a week, if that, thanks to the demands of the big wide world! Time management, not Kryptonite, being my greatest weakness :/

10. Do you watch a lot of T.V.? If so, what are your favourite shows?

I don’t get to watch the tele-box that often; but when I do, I’d have to say ‘Waterloo Road’, ‘Simpsons’, ‘Arrow’, ‘Doctor Who’, ‘Miranda’, ‘Mrs Brown’s Boys’, ‘Friends’, ‘Sherlock’ and ‘You’ve Been Framed’. If that isn’t a mixed bag? Well – I don’t know what is!

And just to spread the sunshine just a lil’ bit more, here are my ten nominees:

Fog’s Movie Reviews , The Return of the Modern Philosopher , Lorna’s Voice , Dear Kitty. Some blog , Bella Grove Plantation Bed And Breakfast , Broken Light: A Photography Collective , The Hand-Written Life , Essa On Everything and Stuphblog

*Cue cringey compliment* – you make this world a brighter place, pun intended!

Got Any (Room For) Spare Change?

Pre-warning – ‘change’, to make something different, not to be mixed up with the thing we throw in fountains and find down the backs of our sofas.

‘Keane’ – pardon this inexcusable pun, but I’m pretty *ahem*, ‘keen’ on them. Just like any sentimental teenager my age, I’m just a sucker for a thought-provoking set of lyrics (unlike Madonna, whose lyrics are about as useful to me as the free gift in a Christmas cracker). With nothing meaningful to watch on the t.v., I plug-in my headphones and let the tunes/inspiration flood into my head. Today, that came to me in the form of Keane’s ‘Everybody’s Changing’. Not because it inspired me to sing it out loud and look like an idiot in front of my Mum; nor to inspire me to tap my foot rapidly on the ground to the rhythm of the beat; but instead to think about my life and how, well, everybody’s changing and I don’t know why.

For anyone my age, I”m sure you can relate when I say that I’m stuck between *insert cliche here*, a rock and a hard place. That rock being my A-Levels, being able to not panic, pass them well and, if necessary, hyperventilate into a brown paper bag; and university, where I’m expected to become a young adult and have a bitter taste of the wide, open world (sadly, I still have no clue how to cook, I suck my thumb from time to time and I love Spongebob Squarepants. What can I say?). No matter what I do, I have to begin to accept that everything’s change, as well as everybody I knew. ‘Everybody’s changing and I don’t know whyyyy’, I’d sing to myself – but some changes you just can’t change!

Yet, there are changes that have happened in our lives, because we’ve gone with the flow and not noticed they’ve gone (I blame YOLO. Always blame YOLO). Half term was a good kick of nostalgia up the backside to remember what I once had. With a week on our hands and nadda to do but watch replays of ‘Friends’, me and my brother decided to rack out the board games from the cupboard, blow off the mounds of dust and have a friendly game/highly competetive battle of death of Simpson’s Chess! After about an hour of determination, perspiration, more determination, aggrivation and a bit more perspiration, we brought back something that had long become a distant memory. I’d forgot how good the simple times were. Change has made being a pro at ‘Guess Who’ and winning ‘Operation’ without a single buzz suckish, but instead getting a 25 Kill Streak on COD and 2 million points on Temple Run impressive! Seriously, if you escape from the changing, modern world for just a little while? It does a hell of a lot of good… mainly because I remembered how much better I was at chess than Anthony, BOOYAKASHA!

Despite my initial warning, this is what I like to call ‘sparing a little change’ – sparing this ‘change’ in our lives, and putting it to one lonely corner of our minds (quite like giving up the PS3 – we’ve parted ways. I’m re-reading Harry Potter and it’s doing a brilliant job of making me feel 12 years old again). In a world of Chinese Robot Restaurants and bracelets that light up every time you get a notification on your phone, it’s hard not to notice we’re subject to large changes. However, I’m forgetting that our parents are the key to ‘sparing a little change’. Like my Dad, I’m becoming quite like him (except with more hair, BURN) in that I’m still oldskool. As my friends make the most of i-Tunes and Spotify, I still treck to That’s Entertainment and buy 3 for £5 CDS. My best friend has a Kindle… I’m still that weirdo who sits in the corner at Waterstones taking in ‘the new book smell’! I know why everybody’s changing – but I know that I don’t have to.

Take this pixelated beef-cake, ‘Wreck-It-Ralph’. After many belly laughs, 3 for £1 ASDA sweets and ‘awwww’s later, I could not have been inspired more by this film as it taught me a valuable lesson. Okay, three:

  • The world would be a much tastier place if everything was made out of sweets and chocolate.
  • ‘Glitches’ have feelings too, ya know.
  • You don’t have to change who you are to change your life – only the way you see the world.

Living a monotonous life of wrecking a building, only to then be fixed by squeaky clean ‘Fix-It-Felix Jr.’, he wanted something different. He wanted to *gasps*, become the good guy and… no longer be the good guy? Sadly, despite his efforts, he couldn’t change himself from being the big-fisted, smash-em-up he is; however, after casually saving an arcade game from destruction, he began to change the way in which he saw the world (I might have casually inserted a quote from Mahatma Gandhi there?). Change isn’t a bad thing; but completely changing our lives because it goes at such a fast pace is never great either. Everybody might be changing; but for now? I’m just going to spare room for some spare change like uni, whilst still being a master at Top Trumps and playing Pokemon every now and again. One thing I won’t change is my diet – just for your amusement, I thought I would show you what that would do to me in the future. Here goes my pride:

Ady FatBooth

Yikes… you can’t say I don’t like to poke fun at myself now and again!