Back online

So, after a very long period of no updates or blogs added to the site, I thought it’d be cool to get writing again and put a few things onto this insane site. I can’t really work out what I want this blog to be about, my personal life, or purely architectural/university related topics? I think for the time-being I’ll do a bit of each.

I arrived back in Devon the day before yesterday after an exhausting 5 hour long train journey stopping at Westbury and Taunton along the way. Westbury has to be one of the most laughable stations I’ve ever seen, it only has one platform and it appears to be in the centre of nowhere. It’s very odd indeed, and rather than the usual 10 minute pause that the train usually would take there it was an hour before my next one arrived! Not only this, but when I did finally get on my train I was sitting opposite this:

I’m sorry to say it, but she actually had the worst breath, ever. From that distance I still wanted to hurl and I thought I’d take a sneaky photo just to prove what I was seeing. Hideous! Welcome to Devon, I though to myself.

One Nice thing that happened just before I left Portsmouth was this rather odd event. Basically it was a professional operatic singer just standing on her own in front of the guildhall with some background music playing in the background, singing her lungs out. Nobody walking past took a blind bit of notice though! James and I thought it was good, however, and we stood and took photos of this mildly bizarre lady.

Here’s one of those photos:

This time last week was a very hectic time for me, I realised how much work I had to do for the project (to be handed in on Monday) on the Saturday and proceeded to wake up bright and early on the Sunday to get it finished. 9 o’clock to be precise. I got up, got changed, had some breakfast and sat down at my drawing board, and that’s where I stayed until 5 o’clock the next morning. I’d been slaving away drawing elaborate doors for a good 20 hours and it was still a tight deadline. So at 9 o’clock, with no sleep I stumbled into studio to hand in my work and, exhausted, left promptly to sit and relax in my halls of residence. For some reason, I have a fear of messing up my body clock so I couldn’t let myself sleep during the day. I set myself a goal of staying up until at least 9 in the evening and by that time I literally felt drunk. Dizzy, zombie-like and swaying I crawled into my dust-gathering bed and I had the best sleep ever.

At the end of all that, I produced some pretty decent work which I was very proud of. Here’s a photo of one drawing I did of a Georgian-Style door in which I rendered every single brick in the wall as well as colouring and shading the entire thing. It took a long time, but in the end I was very proud:So yeah, I’m back in Devon now, enjoying the good weather and after a rather heavy partying session last night with friends I haven’t seen in ages, I’ve been a little frail, sitting in the sunshine and ‘monging out to some sick tunes, bruv.’ It’s all good.

Thanks for reading! More updates on the way hopefully!