A couple of months ago, my housemate Sophie and I were heading down to our local Morrison’s (this isn’t part of the story, but I just want to say that Morrison’s is a pretty great supermarket) and it was fairly late in the day. It was the end of summer, so it still stayed light pretty late, but it was already dark.

As we approached the entrance, a gang of young teenagers started yelling nonsense at the pair of us. To be honest, I didn’t really even register that the shouts were directed at us – I just thought they were making mindless youthful noises, but as it turns out, they were shouting ‘shorty’ at Sophie who, depending on what you classify as tall and what you classify as short, could possibly be described as short.

After picking up some delicious items of food for sale, it was time to head home. Our antagonists for the evening were still circling around on their bikes and the ringleader in the anti-social circus started shouting ‘shorty’ once again.

“You’re about twelve,” said Sophie. “I don’t care what you say.”

“I’m not twelve,” he protested.

“Yes, Sophie,” I interjected, “he’s obviously not twelve. You can tell he’s only seven.”

And we kept on our way. However, for some reason, this young child continue to shout words at us.

“If you have a problem with me,” said Sophie, “come and say it to my face – don’t just shout from a distance.”

I admired her resilience. As we came around the corner, so did the teenager – evidently he had decided to take up Sophie’s offer to come and say his nonsense to her face.

He rolled up on his bike and Sophie grabbed hold of the handle. “Do you have a problem with me?” she asked.

Now that the space between them was very limited and she had laid hands on his bike, his confident demeanor left him instantly

“You can’t hit me,” he kept repeating. “Don’t touch me. I’m just a kid.”

He stammered incoherently for a while, so I thought that it would be a good idea to play the good cop to Sophie’s bad.

“As an impartial passer-by,” I said, “might I interject? Nobody’s going to get hit today.”

He looked up at me with vacant, uncomprehending eyes.

“I don’t think it was very nice of you to shout things at my friend,” I said. “Also, have you considered that what you said was very ironic? You called her ‘shorty’ while you yourself are the very same height.”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he said. “I’m just a kid. You can’t touch me.”

Clearly, Sophie’s assertive response to him and rendered him completely senseless. A few moments later he was speeding away in the opposite direction on his bike.

I’m sure he thought twice before the next time he shouted abuse at a random stranger. Our work was done. We made a good vigilante team of good cop, bad coppers and I look forward to conforming many more villains and delinquents in the future.

Who knows? Maybe the next person he would have called ‘shorty’ (if not for us) would have been a drug baron who then riddled his small body with bullets from his tommy gun. A tragedy. We may have saved his life. I am sure once he receives his PhD in pediatrics in fifteen years time, he’ll wait outside Morrison’s to give us his thanks.

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StreetPass Mii Plaza game reviews:

Small but fun download games to play with the Miis of 3DS owners you pass on the streets!
2011StreetPass Quest6.5/10
2011Puzzle Swap7/10
2011StreetPass Quest II6.7/10
2013StreetPass Garden6.6/10
2014Super Smash Bros. for Nintendo 3DS ¹8.9/10
2015StreetPass Zombies8/10
2015StreetPass Fishing8.3/10
2015Super Mario Maker ²9.4/10
2016StreetPass Trader6.8/10

Connected Series:


  1. There is a stage based on StreetPass Quest and the StreetPass Quest ghosts appear as enemies in Smash Run mode.
  2. Ella Mentree is a playable character via Mystery Mushroom.
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The First Day of University

I was watching The Waltons the other day and I came to the classic episode “The First Day” which is about John-Boy’s first day at Boatwright University. I always enjoy watching it, because it always reminds me of my own first days of university and so I felt inspired to write about the start of my time at Bath Spa University.

I would write about my first day specifically, but the truth is, I can’t really remember it. I can remember my first time on the campus (that was during Freshers’ Week), which was pretty nice. I went along with my (then new, now old) friend Tulin and they had turned the Student’s Union into a kind of night club. I remember speaking to a couple of people and I remember somebody telling the pair of us that we should be making more effort to interact with other people (because obviously, they said, the two of us had known each other for ages).

But I’m not sure that really counts as the first real day. I can vaguely remember the car ride in – an old schoolmate drove me, as she lived in the same town and was going there too. It was a sunny day and I was quite excited. I didn’t really know what to expect, but I felt that it was the beginning of a new era of life and anything could happen.

I can remember, on one of the first days, sitting to have lunch with a table of people I didn’t know – one of them I’d been talking to and had invited me. None of us knew each other and I didn’t feel that comfortable. I thought to myself that I wasn’t likely to form any meaningful connections with them if I just sit among them all at a table and don’t get a chance to interact with them individually. Turns out I was right, because I never saw any of them again and I can’t picture any of them.

The campus, during those first few days, seemed like this far away, unknown location. An unfamiliar environment as I branched off to new horizons. It’s funny because, less than a year later, I felt it to be a comfortable and familiar environment and now I think of it as a sentimental and nostalgic environment.

I remember the end of my first day quite clearly too. I was tired. Very tired and I wondered how I was going to do that every day. Especially as I had to get the buses back and that meant two of them. But as it turned out, it was never a problem. For all the uncertainty of my first days, university turned out to be one of the loveliest times of my life. Not at all taxing or tiring.

On Monday, I’ll have another first day. The first day on a new job. Although I am sure it will seem different and maybe imposing, I can’t wait for the inevitable feeling of comfort and familiarity once I am settled.

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Orlando: A Biography by Virginia Woolf

It’s hard to even begin to describe Orlando. It’s such a weird book, but that’s not to say it isn’t good, because it is actually amazing. It starts as if it’s a fairly straight autobiography of a man named Orlando living in Elizabethan England, but slowly and surely things start to become a little weird. Firstly, when Orlando magically becomes a woman (a process which they take in their stride and which barely bothers them at all) and, secondly, when they continue to live for such a long time (literally hundreds of years) and are clearly not aging – although, again, they are not surprised by this and even the people they interact with seem unsurprised.

So, yeah, that’s what this book is about. I’m sure to some people it might sound a little artsy and pretentious, but I love it. Orlando is a very interesting character who changes very much as the story progresses (and not just in terms of gender!) I enjoyed their reflections on the ways the country changed over time and how the literary world changed alongside it. You even get Alexander Pope appearing as a character. As someone who loves discussing literature, Orlando’s unique immortal perspectives were a joy to read.

Meanwhile, Orlando changing from man to woman also brings with it several interesting points of reflection. They remember how they used to interact with women when they were a man, they reflect on the different things they can do as each gender and even take the time to think about which they think they liked being most! They also think about their sexuality and the implications of their changing sex and what their desires truly are. Again – stuff I love reading.

Overall, it’s pretty darn great, but I suppose I have to mention that it’s not without its flaws. The chapters are all very long, so it’s not a book you can quickly sit down and read for ten minutes in a busy day, you need to put aside at least an hour. That’s fine if you’re not bothered about reading less than a chapter at a time, but a bit frustrating if, like me, you always like to leave off at a chapter end. Also, a product of its time, I did feel a little uncomfortable from time to time due to the casual racism that pops up occasionally – which is probably the biggest issue with this otherwise fantastic novel.

But I wouldn’t want the last impression that I leave of this to be negative. I loved this book. There was a dream-like quality to it, where everything seems to blend together even though hundreds of years were passing. Orlando was so strange and mysterious and I must say that they are now among my favourite literary characters. Reading the tale of Orlando’s life in England and across the world was thoroughly enjoyable and it’s a book I can strongly recommend.

Rating: 9.3/10

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The Optimist

I recently returned to a call centre that I’d worked at a couple of years previously. It was interesting to see how much the workplace had changed in that time, both in terms of their policies, but also in terms of the people there. Only two of the old colleagues I’d befriended were still there and I was largely working alongside new faces.

Indeed, I was part of a whole team of new people who were working on a specific client. One who left a particularly good impression on me was a young woman who had a very positive an optimistic disposition. I admired that, but unfortunately, most of the people there didn’t take it too seriously. They often joked that she was naive, or that she didn’t know how the world worked, or that her perspectives would all change after a couple of years in the real world.

This quite resonated with me, because these are all things that have been said to me in the past and which (in some instances) are still said today. What I also found quite interesting is that while I shared many of her viewpoints and expressed this fairly regularly, I wasn’t branded as naive like she was. Perhaps her age was the factor in them dismissing her.

At one point, she was talking about how she doesn’t swear – something regular readers of this blog will know that I never do either. Everyone was telling her that she wouldn’t be able to keep it up and that it was unrealistic to think she could do that. It had come up once before and I pointed out that I never swear either. This time, she said “Well, Adam doesn’t swear either, why don’t you say the same to him?” and one person said “It’s just because he’s a nice chap.” But why couldn’t the same be said of her? Is she not a nice chap as well? (or ‘chapette’ I suppose I should say, but I hate that word).

I was only there for a short while (one month overall) and on my last day she said it had been a pleasure to know me, even if only for a small amount of time. I thanked her and wished her good luck as the only optimist left in the office.

She said to me that meeting me had given her hope. Made her realise that her optimism isn’t a naive flower growing out of her youthfulness, but a legitimate way to see the world. If I, quite a few years older than her, held all the same views, then she could hold them for just as long as I could and wouldn’t change and become cynical like they all said.

“Yes,” I said. “Don’t let anybody tell you you’re wrong to be optimistic or that you haven’t realised how bad the world is. Really, the world needs more optimism.”

“I worry,” she said, “that I might one day become really sad and lose my positivity and everyone will be right.”

“No,” I said “Everyone will be wrong. Even positive people are sad sometimes. You don’t have to act happy when you’re suffering. Even the most positive person in the world is sad sometimes. If you become sad, you’re still a positive person. At your core, you’re positive, but external factors may dampen it. But you have a positive soul and that’s all that matters.”

And shortly after, we said our final goodbyes. Though we didn’t exactly become close friends, I still feel that this brief encounter was a significant relationship – I am touched that I was able to give her hope and, honestly, her optimism gives me hope too. I hope that she will continue to be a positive influence on people’s lives for years to come – and I’m sure she will!

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Spyro 2: Gateway to Glimmer

Spyro 2 is pretty much the ideal video game sequel. At its heart, it follows the same formula as its predecessor, but it enhances that formula while adding in several new features. Though I loved the original, it didn’t take long for me to decide that this one was better.

In this game, Spyro inadvertently ends up in the world of Avalar and soon finds himself caught up in a plot to defeat Ripto, a villian who’s been causing trouble in that area. Assisted by new friends Elora, the Professor and Hunter (all of whom I was quite fond of, especially Hunter), Spyro has to visit various worlds in order to collect orbs and talismans so he can open more worlds and eventually reach Ripto.

The worlds were interesting and fun to explore. They were all fairly distinct and never really felt repetitive. My favourite was probably a place called Aquaria Towers, where you explore a base at the bottom of the ocean and later get to swim around outside it – finally getting out into the open ocean was really exciting. Another was Robotica Farms – some farmland which is run by robots, which was a rather quirky setting. I was also pretty fond of Magma Cone, a level which has you flying around the inside of a volcano.

With a game like this, the quality of these levels is one of the most important things. Though I enjoyed the levels of the first game, they were all essentially deserted locations, with the exception of a few enemies. This time, each level is full of wacky characters who’ll have a problem for you to solve upon your arrival (e.g. rescuing baby turtles, restoring a water supply or catching thieves) and once you’ve done this initial (usually linear) task, you can then go wherever you want and find other tasks to complete.

On top of the improved levels, this game also gives Spyro himself a more versatile play style. I was very pleased, for example, that he can swim now, as it opens the doors for a wider variety of settings and challenges. Spyro is also given the ability to fly much more often and in more fun and interesting ways than before.

So if you’re looking for a delightful slice of 90s 3D platforming, then look no further. This is a lovely game and one which has aged very nicely. I played it for the first time roughly twenty years after its initial release and I still had a lot of fun.

Rating: 8.9/10

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Are You Just Friends?

As I live with a member of the opposite sex, a question I’m often asked is “are you a couple, or are you just friends?” but it’s not something I’m new too. As someone with quite a lot of friends of the opposite sex, it’s a question I’ve been asked regularly for the past decade – probably literally hundreds of times and with regard to just about every female friend I have. And it always annoys me.

Having said that, it’s not people wanting to know the nature of my relationships which annoys me. It’s fair enough. People are curious and want to know more about my life. What annoys me is when people ask if I am ‘just’ friends with them, because it suggests that there is some inherent inferiority in friendship. That romantic relationships are the real, valuable ones and friendship is ‘just’ that. Through my eyes, the two things are different, but equal.

There are friends who are very dear to me. Friends who I’d done anything for. Friends who I love to an enormous extent. Friends whose wellbeing is just as important to me as my own, because as friends our hearts are entwined and if they’re distressed I feel it too and I won’t be able to relax until I know they’re feeling better. To what extent would these relationships be anymore valuable to me if they included a few of the aspects of romantic relationships? I daresay I care a great deal more for some of my friends than certain people do for their romantic partners.

So when people ask me “Are you a couple, or just friends?” I usually answer “We’re not a couple, no, but we’re not just friends. We’re very, very good friends indeed.” Because to describe any of these deep relationships as “just” friendship is to do them a disservice. To make a comparison, if you tell someone the sun was beautiful the previous day, they don’t say “Oh did you see it at sunrise? Or was it just at sunset?” because they’re both equally wonderful and amazing things.

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Forming Connections

In recent times, a few people have commented about the number of friends I have – indicating that I have an unusually high number. It doesn’t bother me, because every person has different social needs and will be happy with a different size friend circle (or square).

I was thinking about why it is that I seem to have a number of friends which some people consider to be above average and I came to a conclusion. I’m very quick to find myself emotionally invested in someone. After I’ve seen something that shows me the person I’m talking to is a good and kind person, I just can’t help myself. Even at times where I have intentionally thought to myself “I’m going to keep to myself here” I’ve still ended up making some good friends.

I know that some people say that if you have a lot of friends, they tend to all be lots of shallow, insubstantial friendships that don’t mean anything. But I have two responses to that, the first is that I don’t think the love a human being can give is finite and, secondly, that surely if someone has a choice of very many people to spend their time with, but they choose to spend it with you, that’s a lot nicer than somebody who has never made any other friends at all?

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Mysteries by Chrissy Derbyshire

If you love to see the concepts and ideas of ancient mythology mixed together with everyday, modern living, then you’re going to love this book as it’s a collection of short stories and poems which do just that. Though I must say, they’re often quite dark tales.

‘The Mysteries’ is the first story in the collection and actually one of the best too. All I’ll say is that it’s about a young woman going on a night out and it takes a most unexpected turn, but there’s a very nice bit of foreshadowing at the start which will make you smile when you get to the end. But my favourite of all is probably ‘Tramps and Thieves’ – not only does it contain vampires (I love vampires) but also a really beautiful concept surrounding a group of tramps. I wasn’t entirely sure what the story was about, but it was amazing, full of big ideas, excitement and even humour.

I think what I quite liked about this collection is that every story and poem is pretty short. Even if you don’t have much time, you can just open up the book and take a quick shot of mythology. Despite the short length, they all managed to give me something to think about afterwards and to convey such interesting ideas in such a short space of time isn’t something just anybody can do.

I’ve not mentioned the poetry as much so far, because I find it such a difficult art form to review, but I think the poems compliment the stories wonderfully. I always read one of each at a time as I made my way through. It’s hard to pick a favourite, but if you read it look out for “I Am All Ink Inside” and “A String of Lights” which both resonated with me especially.

If you’re looking to try something new, something thought provoking and something beautiful, then I recommend this collection. It may not be a massive book, but you’ll enjoy it while it lasts and it’s likely to give you something to talk about with your friends.

Rating: 8/10

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Political Neutrality

I encountered somebody recently, someone who’s probably at least five years older than me, who is completely politically neutral. Not only did he say that he had never voted for anything in his life, but also that he had no idea about what any of the political parties stood for or what kind of politics he believed in. He didn’t even have an opinion on the EU referendum.

On the one hand, I really admired that easygoing attitude – even envied it. It must be very nice not to have any political concerns. I was also surprised. I don’t know how somebody can be completely political neutral when news of politics seems to come through in so many ways (social media, television, entertainment, radio etc.) – but it’s pretty impressive that they were successfully able to close themselves off from it. When I was younger, this was something I tried to do myself.

But having said all of that, I think that the reason the current political climate is so bad, is because too many people were apathetic (or intentionally neutral). After all, the people with extreme views will always vote for those extreme view… So I suppose it’s a good thing that somebody with no views or opinions or at all is so noteworthy, because perhaps the divisive politics of recent times are actually getting people engaged, even if it is for negative reasons…

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