3/12/01

# I'm coming home for Christmas #

Is that how that song goes by some Robert guy? Never mind.

To be honest i'm not actually coming home for Christmas, because I've been home since 1983. Whereas other people come home for summer, Christmas and Tuesdays i'm always in the same place. My good friend 'His Funkship' returned from an eight-week stint at Oxford Uni last night.

And no doubt many others will return home as well. But me, i found myself sitting in the same seat, wearing the same Jay & Silent Bob t-shirt and holding the same pint-glass that i had when everyone left for Uni in September. That's right, i'm no ordinary student, i'm a living at home student.

And in many ways it sucks. No chance of a love-life, because i spend most evenings at home, little alcoholic consumption other than Saturday nights, no chance of a love-life, hardly knowing anyone's names, no chance of a love-life, having to leave home early to get in on time, no chance of a love-life, having to get home late because it takes about an hour to get home. So you can see which ones really piss me off.

But in an attempt to brighten myself up from the depressing prospect of having to do some work in the next 10 days here is my list of why living at home is better than living at Uni:

·         Mam cooks my food

·         Mam pays for shit

·         Mam pays for my Tv license

·         I'll never get in debt

·         I have 4 A' levels (Nothing to do with this but i just like to say that)

·         I do little work (Media Student)

·         I get to ride the trains everyday

·         I don't have to move any of my stuff when the holidays come around

·         And the end of the fiscal year my bank manager won't be chasing me for my debts

·         Mam buys me stuff

·         I don't have to mingle with blind people everyday

That'll do. in my lethargic state that is all i can handle. But i prefer living at home, i'm not prepared to live away yet. Anyway, why bother moving all my shit when my lottery numbers are just weeks away from appearing?

But i leave you with this thought:

More people celebrate Christmas than they do the Birth of Christ. Which one is more powerful in uniting people, Jesus Christ or a fat bloke in a red gimp suit whose best friends is a reindeer?

 Have A foam Filled Day!