Poker, Blackjack and Life - Choose Your Game Wisely

Life. And with that one word many of you already want to close the window. How can such a simple word that defines what we are doing here, turn out to be such a cliche? When someone says to you that the most important thing in life is actually life itself then you might want to take a few steps back and leg it in the opposite direction. The very thing that they are doing, living life (which on case you hadn't noticed, we have very little choice about taking part in), turns out to be the most important thing to most people. To me what this suggests is that people are making-do with the basic stuff and not finding something to really fall in love with and cultivate a passion for. I'll tell you a little story that might well turn out to be the big story that is your 'life'.

Heading Home for Christmas? Try Walking Instead

Up until last year I had never had a white Christmas. It was stuff that dreams were made of but I would always wake up on Christmas morning and see grey skies and feel the sub-zero temperatures but never was there a single flake of snow. And with this in mind it's starting to look like the weather has finally woken up and decided to make up for all of those years of black ice and rain clouds - and not for the best either I should add. In fact the irony is that the white Christmas that everyone so craves at this time of the year could very well end up ruining the festive period of thousands of people. Is there someone to blame? You can bet Santa's sack there is.

That's Not What She Said

I guess that you would expect me to be writing exclusively about Christmas given that it is only a week until the Big Man comes fleeing down our chimneys but sadly I'm going to disappoint on this occasion. Having said that there is a whole lot to be written about the next week and a bit so keep your eyes peeled for new posts throughout the festive period. The topic for today however is the age old quandary that both sexes find themselves in on a regular basis: what could they possibly be thinking? Of course being a guy this might come from a pretty biased point of view, but I think it would be interesting to know what you all think (comments welcome below).

Home for Christmas

I feel that now I'm home, I'll have even more time to blog - aren't you all lucky? The thing is that since I've been home it's as if nothing ever changed. The only thing that reminds me that I have been going to university for over 3 months now is the fact that I've had to bring notes home with me (and maybe the fact that I make sarcastic, law related comments now and then). I'm struggling to be able to tell if this is a good thing or a bad thing. It's probably not going to have any affect on me at all because, like it or not, I'm going to be heading back to Edinburgh in January to embark on another fun-filled university semester - In that respect I have nothing to worry about. But what if I get sucked back into my old routines and habits of home so much that it feels like I'm moving out for the first time all over again? How is everyone else that are coming home from other universities feeling? Have I even changed at all?

What is Wrong With People?

To the question posed in the title there is 2 answers: 1) stop being such such a miserable ass; or 2) there is not enough space in that infinite text box for all of the answers. I would tend to agree with the people that frowned when they first saw my latest title - after all, I do moan more than most people. However, I am going to focus on the latter answer and by the end of this (what could potentially be quite a lengthy) post I hope to have changed your mind.