Heck, its May already.

No more paper airplanes zipping around the lecture room.
No more ‘I can’t be bothered to get up, let’s have a lie-in’.
No more NUS card(!).

As with all the cliches – yes, where did the time go. What exactly did I do for almost four years? Its nonsense about how fast time flies.. its because we’re awfully forgetful as human beings and can probably only remember what we’ve done around 7.5 days in every year anyway. But this is us – appreciating the simple things, the simple days, isn’t in our nature. Nevertheless, I had a good time.

Well, all good things come to an end, and endings prompt only new beginnings. In fact, I recall feeling rather jaded a couple months ago about the whole uni thing – i felt there was nothing else left in my car-park campus to really interest me, and that I was about ready to move up and onwards. I’m still ready – I’m just not quite prepared to let go of all the free Mondays. and Wednesdays, and Thursdays..

On a chirpier note, I’ve decided if I’m going to leave behind my student days, I’m going to max it out in the remaining months. After my exams, I’ll be doing a trip around Central Europe which is going to sap the life out of me but dammit, i can’t help it, I want to do it anyway. This will start off in Warsaw and Krakow in Poland, with a quick excursion to Auschswitz. From then on, head down to Prague and Brno in the Czech Republic. If there’s time, probably hit Vienna in Austria, though doubt there will be an opportunity to don a habit and sing a long to the Sounds of Music in Salzburg. Bugger. And finally chuggin onto Ljubljana in Slovenia. On the plan there is a bit of rafting, a day or so in the Alps and maybe a trip to the Croatian Islands. Its gonna be great – smelly, tiring, frustrating but great.

Started to think about a few nice areas to settle into over in London. The logic says East London, and I’ve heard things about Surrey Quays, Shoreditch, Brick Lane… rent wont be as extortionate as I think, around £130pw. (I’ve decided to repress the ideas of NI, tax, loan repayments…)

An ex-student on my graduate scheme phoned me recently to answer my niggly questions. It sounds promising, at one point I was almost (ALMOST) keen to start work. The scope for work is huge and varying, which can be both projects and line-role based, and she loves it. She even knew a guy on the scheme who worked a 9-5 day. What a life, cushy job in London with great hours. She did warn me however that some guys did a 7-3 job. Yes, thats 7pm to 3am. Hmm, throw stones at me if I ever consider such a career.

Charles Clarke, out? I give it two days. A shame ole Clarkey gets the brunt of it – his public embarrassment really is just soaking in much of the blame that should be directed towards years of bureaucracy and a lack of appropriate motivation at the Home Office. That said, he did look like a right monkey even before the story broke out though..

John Prescott, out? No no no, keep it allllll in, go have your torrid little affairs behind closed (i repeat – CLOSED) doors but lord don’t tell the public about it! At least with Bill Clinton it was a little less icky. Goes to show, the enormous, ENORMOUS effect power has.

Goodbye Labour, see you later, it was nice having you knock around (literally) in office for a few years. Oh. Wait. Our only real alternative is the Conservative Party? Oh bollucks, I guess we’ll just have to keep John Prescott and his blubber love for a little while longer.