Sunday, 28 August 2011

So no one told you life was gonna be this way...

Friends eh. Imagine if everytime Joey Tribianni got a new girlfriend he disappeared for a couple of seasons. There would be no sight of him and the only reference to him would be Chandler Bing moaning that he hadn't heard from Joey for weeks since he'd been seeing that girl he met at Central Perk and Monica et all would raise their eyes in a typical of Joey kind of way.
We all have friends who suspend friendships during relationships. These people tend to be the people who only have short relationships because the new boyfriend or girlfriend gets sick of the sight of them because the Friendfuckeroffer has to spend every waking and sleeping moment with the new and now only person in their life.
When the relationship inevitably ends the Freindfuckeroffer realises why the relationship broke down and understands that the lack of space thing was a problem, usually apologises to friends for fucking them off and vows never to make the same mistake again. And this time they mean it. But then it happens again, maybe not as quickly as the time before but it's not long before Friendfuckeroffer is back to the old tricks.

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Every Day Laughter

Racists are a strange bunch. I am sure there are very well to do racists but these tend not to be the ones who are out and proud racists. The racist we see on TV are ignorant, incoherent, knuckle dragging thugs fixated on telling everyone that they are not actually racist and reminding everyone who will listen that they will not tolerate any racists within their organisation and then rolling out the token black racist to show us all that they can not be racist if they have a black racist in their organisation.
The EDL which let's be honest are nothing more than a bunch of skin headed football hooligans and pub racists that evolved to have a show of hands to elect someone to make a Facebook page are the current go to racists. Every now and then a gibbering cliché turns up on Newsnight and  Paxo sits back and lets him sprout his bollocks. Paxo realises that you can't argue with a racist because the people watching at home are either racist or not racist and this acts as a social barometer for the folk sat at home. If you agree with the man and think he's talking a lot of sense then you are a racist. If you don't agree with a word he is saying then you are not a racist. If you are watching it laughing your head off or enraged that the BBC has given this man a platform then you are probably not a racist.
Sat on the train the other day I heard a man moan about the price of a cup of tea - 'Bloody immigrants pushing the prices up that's what it is'. Sums it all up doesn't it.

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

It must be love

A few weeks ago in a moment of madness / clarity I applied for a non law related job. I had become frustrated with what I was doing and the hustle and bustle of busy city life. I was tired of working all day and then coming home to work some more. I was fed up of there always being something to do and never being able to switch off. I was envious of my non law friends who worked Monday to Friday 9 - 5 and for most of them when they left the office they did not need to think about work again until 9am the next morning. Evenings, weekends and even their dinner hours are free for them to do whatever the hell they like.
Some of them had the luxury of work being a ten minute walk from their luxurious and reasonably priced houses. They never miss a family event or a friend's wedding because they have a job where holidays do not need to be booked 4 years in advance with the prospect of a last minute cancellation because something in work has cropped up.
Admittedly the work may not be exciting and it may be a hamster wheel of boredom and routine and let's be honest, these people rarely do the job that they always wanted to do. It tends to be the case that they have a job that they ended up doing and some believe desperately that one day they will still do the job they always wanted to do.
Luckily or unluckily I did not get the job. A kind of Sliding Doors moment. I was told during the feedback that they did not believe my heart was in it. They were, without a shadow of a doubt, correct.
As perhaps, as important it is to achieve a work life balance I think there can be nothing more destructive than working at a job that you are not passionate about. To go to bed dreading the next day, living for the days off from work and counting down to retirement is no way to exist.
Perhaps the answer is to work smarter and try to manage my time to ensure something resembling an adequate work life balance. We'll see how it goes.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Not up to you

I have never really had a proper method of revision. I have read several books on the subject. Most notably How to Pass Exams by Dominic O'Brien, How to Get a Good Degree by Phil Race and The Insiders Guide to Getting a First (or avoiding a third) by Mark Black.   All very good but none of them really revelatory and none of them with a magic chapter that made me want to sit down and revise. My problem has always been the sitting down and revising bit. My inability to think long term meant that in my head the exams were always a civilisation away and even when it became perilously close to there being no revision time left I would usually get by on a night of cramming and a handful of cases burned into my brain. I say usually get by because every now and then this would be a disaster and my punishment would be re-sitting Tort instead of sitting in a field at at a Festival. I would vow that this would never be allowed to happen again and I would become the most able and prepared law student ever...but I never did and the exact same thing would happen next time. The same applied to coursework. This was all done in 2 days. 3 days max and I would tell myself that this is how it should be. Good practice for quick turnaround times at the Bar?

Even with my haphazard methods I graduated with a 2:1. I suspect this is more to do with the fact that I did attend most lectures and tutorials because I reasoned that I was paying for them and it was important to get the gist of a subject. I read class notes and made notes in the margins. I came away with about 4 and half grands worth of degree. I was lucky and a generation before me were even luckier. Now with a degree costing up to £44 million pa and your first born child it is, to me, unthinkable for a student to fail and to not turn up for lectures and tutorials for that price seems barmy.

These days necessity dictates that  I can no longer leave things until the last minute and failing to plan is planning to fail. I had a lot of fun at uni and some of my contemporaries had nothing but fun and paid a heavy price for it.

It is important to have some kind of system. Whatever works for you, but whatever happens the work must be done and you must pass the exams. Law is a monstrously competitive subject and exams must be passed and passed well.

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

I used to care but things have changed

Hello all.
It's been too long. Maybe not for you but certainly for me. I have decided to return to the fold for purely selfish reasons. Basically I have missed you all dreadfully and want to get back into the habit of reading your blawgs regularly. I think the best way for me to do this is to interact and rant via my blog.

I can't promise that any of my writing will be anything other than incoherent ramblings and most blogs will probably have little to do with the law but I intend to skittle on nonetheless and graffiti the internet with my missives and my day to day messy nonsense of a life.

In the meantime please get in touch and direct me to your blogs or blogs you think I should and would be interested in. I am probably ever so slightly out of the loop but hope to be on first name terms with everyone soon.