Here's the story of Naked Babes, heard of them. No? #
anyway, I spent the weekend in Scunthorpe. My original intention was to go look around Lincoln University, but pretty much 5 seconds before I step out the door. "Tom have you packed an over night bag, we are staying in sCUNThorpe". WTF BRAH. Wasn't happy, displeased wouldn't even do it justice, but then I realised it was only for the good of my grandparents, so why not?.
Lincoln looked the same as it did in the prospectus. New, contemporary & clean. First little seminar I went too was about studying Media Production. The guy/girl (whatever) who was doing the presentation was very persuasive, bragging about all their new facilities, and even having the bollocks to compare it to the 'mighty' Sheffield. But, to be honest, they do have the best facilities I have seen. Including their own student run FM radio station 'Siren FM'.
http://www.sirenonline.co.uk/ check that shit out! On a scale of 1 to Good. I would say the seminar was a good 7.betterthanaverage.
Next of all, I met up with Dale & Fishy. Who had just attended some seminar in the 'arkitek' place'. We found ourselves in the Journalism seminar and decided to take a seat. Now, I thought Terry Wogan was a boring piece of shit. But until you have seen this guy, you don't know boring pieces of shit. The presenter was just one big epic yawn. He spent about half the seminar talking about people no one cared about & about insignificant facts, and when it came to question time OH MY GOD. He took about 5 minites to say each word. If you asked what the time was, you would be there half an hour later with "Well, it's a matter of opinion really because in... blah blah blah blah blah blah Mexico blah blah blah James Dean blah blah blah blah blah blah" and you still would't have an answer. So 'Lincoln School Of Journalism' just shot itself in the foot.
We then decided it was time to depart and headed for somewhere called Scunthorpe. We went out at night there, for a drive. What a dive this place really is. This picture might explain it better than any arrangement of my linguistic choices could.
I don't think I saw one person under the age of 20 with a half decent dress sense. Maybe Gok Wank is necessary. and a decent police force.
anyway. Home now.
