Back in the Real World...Sort of!

Hello again. I'm back. Not back in the sense of blogger status (I have tried my best to get stuff over the course of my time in the States) but more in the sense that I have left the weird and kooky bubble of camp counselling behind. However, I am still not at home, I am in Orlando, Florida with some great friends. To set my scene, I am currently in a scene from The Hangover, bottles lying everywhere and wounded and sleeping bodies scattered all over the house.
Now I realise that my blogs have been somewhat emotional recently (and when I post some more stuff I have on the go it will get worse still), so now that I am back in the metropolitan world, I am going to go back to where I started to cut my teeth with this here blog, a bit of sport.

The Glass Case of Emotion

So many of you might be picking up on the fact that my last few posts have been reflective, philosophical and, dare I say it, a bit soppy. Well there are a number of reasons for this, the first being that I am going through an emotional time at the moment, which I will go on to explain later. The second reason is that I am working at a camp (that I am contractually obliged not to name) so I am pretty much locked off from any real sports or music news, like I only recently found out that the NFL was out of the lock out (reaction to come later). So I am struggling for things to write about.

I Have Found the Dream! It's in my Pocket!

Once again apologises for being a slow blogger! I am currently working at a place that must not be named in the United States. I am struggling to find the time to get things written. This will be rectified in a matter of months I promise!

During this time I was fortunate to, I feel, discover something that has eluded many writers, including the great Hunter S Thompson; the American Dream!

All the Cool Kids Are the Doing It!

First of all I must start with an apology, I am have been lazy and slack! I haven't blogged for nearly 2 weeks. I must be honest it is not going to get better from here. The reason I have been slack is because I have been fiddling with another blog I just set up (The Travel Tavern) and I am now over the Atlantic Ocean in the wonderful USA! To keep my anonymity and I am contractually obliged not to say where I am. All I can say is that I am working as a sports coach on a camp.
Now this leads me into thinking, peer pressure it gets pretty bad press.

What's It Called Again?

Happy, happy news! Ice Hockey will be back in Teesside next season! As you could read here, I love my Ice Hockey! However, what  they will be called who knows?

Which One Should It Be?

A question crossed my mind, a question thats become a problem. Not a major problem, in fact some wouldn't even call it a problem in my own life, but it bothered me.
It wasn't an issue until last weekend. The problem (as you may be aware if you read this) is I follow 2 Aussie Rules teams. This was never a problem until last week when they played each other, and one of them won.

Its time to vote, but for what?

OK for those of you that don't know, over here in merry old England, we are getting over our excitement from the Royal Wedding (because I was really overjoyed to watch 2 people I don't know, don't care, and borderline don't like, get married, so I went and built a deck instead. Take that you royalists, I chose manual labour over your wedding!) to get to the serious and sobering business of an election.
A very serious election, its a local election (which if the past is anything to go by nobody is that interested), but it is also one of our most important referendums in recent years, possibly ever. To vote to change our entire voting system.
So what way am I going to vote on this monumental and historical day? I haven't a clue.