Mature Whimpering... crap.
This week I will lose it over ITV, school returns and I do a Reggie Perrin, I cheapskate authors and find a nifty new blogger feature is just what the gym-man ordered.
In this iPlayer world, I expected after having missed Britain's Got Talent to go on the ITV catch-up iplayer (originally named ITV Player) and find a nice, well synced and coded site with pleasing looks. I couldn't have been more wrong. It is the epitome of all things shit, serious issues here folks. Mainly with the aesthetics, but there is also the useless buffer system. It just doesn't stream at a reasonable quality-certainly not a patch on the BBC's flagship.
But this is very dull, and although it took me 2 hours of frustration to watch a below average episode of BGT that lasted 45 mins I shall stop now, saving you a convergence of irritation- It was 6 days ago and still drives me mental- Herbal Twining's quick!!!!
School returned and god I haven't missed much. My friends appear to have fully conformed now to the teenage stereotype-talking nothing other than sex, drugs, music and myspace. Perfectly fine in small doses but my word I cannot take it, it seems that I cannot have a civil conversation with anyone. The question is, am I months behind in hormones or far maturer? Do I want to be either presently, about to enter college and the 'best days of my life'? NO.
Also having destroyed what monetary gain 2009 brought me with the slightly above average Stephenie Meyer 4some, I have resorted to fan-fiction. Very interesting, but they don't flow together as each author has differing characters and of course plot lines.
A nice feature this week is the new site by iMercer, iMercer Gym updated soely by my iPod Touch on my newest craze, get fit-once again years behind the status quo
Oliver did Duke of Edinburgh practice bronze today and finished at 12pm, 5 hours before I did-ouch. And I shrunk away from a party, afraid to go in-I think the maturity question is answered
A disgruntled and slightly depressed Farewell...





