One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Four.

Provided I finish this blog within the next twenty-five minutes, I will technically be able to say that I've managed to keep up with this! I haven't left it too late, I've merely strategically timed my day in order to fit in as much as possible. I haven't been lazy, I've purposely scheduled time for intense relaxation in order to leave enough to write this. So there.

Anyway, onto this weeks events...what has happened to me recently that's of interest? I'm going to go against the traditonal route, by starting at the end and working backwards. I've just got in from the pub, where some friends of mine were performing a few songs. They are known as the Potatoes of the Night; I challenge you to find a more awesome name. And while you're looking, try to find a more awesome pair of guys. I can't think of anyone I'd rather chill out with in a pub and watch play a few classic tunes. For a start, their hair is second to none! Few have follicles as frivolous as this mighty duo, completing the true rock appearance with leather jackets. Their music was great too, serving up a series of classic rock hits, mixed in with a couple of modern numbers, their set is sure to mesmerise your musical taste buds. Seriously, if they ever play in your area, give them a try, you won't be disappointed.

Now, I'm going to move away from being a star-struck reviewer by assessing how I came to be in this situation. I am acquainted with this duo of nocturnal vegetables by my good friend Kat Ross, who I am mentioning in this blog in an entirely altruistic sense. She did not ask or threaten to maim me if I didn't. Nope, I honestly am genuinly just mentioning her through my own total free will. Honestly. The story of how I know her is best left for another time, not least because I'm very lazy. But it is through her I came to know this band, and if it wasn't for her (if a little misanthropic) unique brand of personality, I wouldn't have come to know the joys of musical spuds.

In other news, I seem to be attracting nutters that mutter. I don't know if it's just me, but lately I've noticed more and more people mutter as they walk past me. Usually they're of the older variety so they may have destroyed their brains with a whirlwind lifestyle of drink, drugs and many other wild and wonderous pursuits. That's what I like to think, because the alternative is that it's something to do with me. Do I have a giant sign following me about saying "Please talk to me about joining The Rape Society - We do the hard work, so you don't have to."? I wonder, because as I mentioned, recently I've noticed a fair amount of muttering being seemingly aimed towards my person. Has anyone else been in a similar position? Please let me know, or else I might catch the muttering bug myself...

I think that's about it for this weeks thoughts, not a lot else has really happened. My first term of my second year at university is starting to near it's end, and thus all my work is starting to actually become more vital to be completed. I really should get on that, but I'd much rather ramble incessantly at the internet. Damn you digital network of communications! If anything particularly interesting does come up however, you'll probably not be the first to know, but I will share in due course.

On that note I think I'm finished for this week, with a few minutes to spare before midnight. Get in. All that's left is to prove you with a final thought: how was life even possible before the internet? It is actually beyond me.

~ Toby