London Is Falling Down…

It’s not often an idea for a blog post literally falls from the heavens but last week it certainly did for me. You see, there is no easy way to say this, or less shocking because it is there; clear as day, plain as milk, as obvious as the largest elephant in the room.

My ceiling fell down. 

Yes, my bedroom ceiling finally collapsed after being soaked with water, smashed with rain drops, saturated with British weather. I say finally because it was an ongoing situation which we of course had our concerns about, hence the repeated angry calls to the housing association who appeared to be utterly oblivious to the fact our roof was in urgent need of repair. If I was to go into detail regarding how lackadaisical they were, you’d be utterly shocked and may perhaps even instigate some sort of protest at their head office. Well I am hoping you lovely people would have if I had, say, been killed by the falling debris. 

Yes, my brother and I were sleeping when at 5 am, I awoke to the sound of a shower in my room, then, a deep rumble like thunder before a great roar as a large portion of the ceiling came crashing down, soaking my lovely carpet and destroying my amazing mattress whilst my bed frame looked like it had been dragged through a wet jungle. Such was the dirt it was covered in. As for us, luckily we were saved as the majority of the heavy debris fell away from us and there weren’t subsequent falls after the initial one which meant we were able to escape out of the room safely.

Water continued to fall which meant it was time for an early morning pot party as we hurriedly searched for more pots to place under the now gaping hole in the ceiling. Suffice to say that I am now homeless in my own home. Camping out in the living room can be fun when it comes to weekend nights and you can stay up late playing on the Play Station but it is no fun at all when you have nowhere to study in peace or just relax. As you may tell, I really do like my room.

So what does the future hold? Well, that is up to the housing association and when they decide to get their..ahm ahm I shall not continue for the sanctity and purity of this blog is at stake! ;) In the meantime it is more roomless days for me.

Oh, and here is a picture of my lovely ceiling: 


I have no idea why there is what appears to be cellotape hanging down. Perhaps that is what was holding everything together huh?

Until Next Time

A Worried Student

Arise Student! Arise!

Life is hard when you have to wake up at 7 am. Oh yes, for eons and eons, I have avoided the bleary eyed mornings of waking up before the postman has collected his load for the day and those times when I would wake up for school have disappeared blissfully into the deepest hidey hole of my mind.

College didn’t help. Being a five minute walk away,  I could awake leisurely at eight or even later on most days so when university hit me, it was a big shock. For starters, I have only eight hours of teaching a week which may seem absurdly low but a lot of reading and independent work is required. Or that’s what they say anyway.

However the point is that when you have to wake up at seven in the morning to go for an hour to university for a lecture or seminar, then, well, that’s just very annoying! I spend more hours travelling than I do receiving lessons. Not a very efficient use of my time I must say.  Yes yes, revise and work on the bus or train but that is easier said than done. The cool Sky News director I met before told me he did his master’s dissertation whilst going to his unpaid internship each day; God knows how he managed that.

So my body has been quite tired recently, not helped by that exhausting bike ride on Monday! In other news, I did more travelling today to get to a job interview. It was at a very plush office building which I’m glad I didn’t know about until I got there else I would’ve been even more nervous! 


I will find out how it all went tomorrow hopefully but one thing I found interesting was this:


A nice little stream of water. Now what would be really cool if this is actually water from the Thames.

And here, more photos of London for you lovely people…






Until Next Time

A Worried Student

I Was Going To…

I was going to write about how I sped leisurely to university on my lovely new bike looking all brand spanking new and well, unused to be honest. I was going to write about how I got there in record time, beating the buses and even the prediction on Google Maps which said I will not get there any earlier than thirty-two minutes. I was going to write about how I sped home after an enlightening lecture, ecstatic about the joy of being free from public transport. I was going to write about all but I won’t. Actually I simply can’t. It just did not happen you see.

Instead I had a cycling journey which can be best described as a blind mouse running around the cage of London. It all seemed pretty straightforward at the start as I set off with the rain attacking my eyes but after conquering the seemingly endless high street, I entered the maze of Central London where you don’t even have time to check the road name -if the sign iseven placed appropriately- before the fear of being angrily hooted down by cars and lorries behind you sends you scooting down a random street which you later realise took you in completely the opposite direction.

There is a vast difference between cycling and commuting via cycle. When you go on a bike ride, it is often a calm, leisurely, uneventful route whereas commuting means you have to face the hustle and bustle of dealing with other road users and those dreaded traffic lights. You pump your legs to get you powering forwards only for all that effort to go in vain as soon as you see the red light. Evil; motorbikes have it much easier with their skinny little bodies and powerful engines.

On the way home, I decided to simply follow the bus route but as I sped on towards a bus stop ahead, I realised it was not the one that will take me home! So in a roundabout fashion, I eventually made my way home. Now this is the point where it may be acceptable to say something as obscene as ‘never again!’ No, that’s not me, next week shall be attempt number two!

Until Next Time

A Worried Student

Start Of Uni-Is It All It’s Cracked Up To Be?

I don’t party. That statement itself should tell you that for me fresher’s week consists merely of attending enrollment and induction at university. Not to say that I am a boring old student but the fact is nearly every event in Fresher’s week involves one thing; alcohol.

As you probably have guessed by now, I don’t go near that stuff which means all those parties, clubs and such things are a no no. You may ask then, why the hell would university be exciting then and quite frankly I have asked myself the same question. The answer is that I currently have no answer. The jury is still out on this one since I have only had a three lectures so I can’t really enthuse about the joys of studying literature at degree level just yet.

So how else can university be enjoyed? Well quite honestly, my intention to go to university hasn’t been to enjoy myself and have a wild old time anyway so it is not a primary concern but I guess if I have to spend three years there then I may aswell have some sort of fun. How though? The main thing about university is the vast amount of clubs on offer and normally they don’t really interest me but this time, I am really hoping to join the student newspaper. I am hoping it will be a great experience and also make my journey to university more worthwile as currently I have to travel an hour just for an hour lecture! Of course, no one would be demotivated at the beginning of the year but I suspect that may just change as the weeks go by.

Saying that, the timetable is extremely liberating, so much so that I don’t know what to do with myself at times. Oh yes, the set reading which I am behind on!

So Until I Have Read 600+ Pages..

A Worried Student

Joking, you’ll probably be seeing me way before then ;)

Dashed To The Ground

I was extremely excited about a job that I had applied for. It was a tutoring position at a tuition centre which paid well. After going through the process of having an interview and a lesson trial, I was feeling fairly confident about getting the job. Finally I could do away with the underpaid position that I currently work at. The mere thought of leaving that place made me chuckle excitedly. If you have ever worked at a place where you were sick and tired of it then you may understand me better.

So, when the call came yesterday to discuss my working hours at the new place, imagine my shock when they informed that there will be a probation period in which I will be paid a reduced rate. That may sound ok until you realise that the probation period is for six months! Six months!

It sounds more like as if I am on parole than working. However, I may still have taken it if it wasn’t for the fact that the working hours were not enough each day to make it worthwile to do for six months. After being denied an increase in salary or a reduction in the probation period, I sadly declined the job offer.

So onwards we go, to more job hunting! But if you live in East London and would like your child to receive private English Tuition then get in touch. What? I may aswell plug my business right?

Until Next Time

A Worried Student


The Centre Of Television

Well that is perhaps stretching it but yesterday I did visit A centre of television. Sky News HQ in Isleworth is a sprawling complex of buildings which are all terribly confusing unless you know exactly where you want to go. The name of a person is not enough as there are many different receptions.

I was there to have a chat about an opportunity to do work experience there for a few weeks and after over an hour of riding the London underground, I finally arrived at Osterley station where a friendly driver gave me a lift on the Sky News shuttle bus. A good thing too, for the mass of motorways and main roads were baffling and pretty dangerous to navigate on foot.

I was taken on a tour by the extremely kind person who had invited me to visit and it was amazing to see how TV all works behind the scenes. That fancy desk they have? It is literally placed in the middle of a vast open plan hall, surrounded by workstations as a hive of activity goes on throughout the day. It is a quiet hive though, since no person would like their angry voice shouting “Tom, have you edited that video yet!” To appear on live television.

One of the rooms that interested me the most was where they work on the live programme. It felt like I had seen this ro before and I realised I had. Only it was not in real life but in the movie Morning Glory in which a producer battles to increase the ratings of her morning show. If you haven’t seen it then you should definitely consider giving it a chance.

The funny thing about working in a television environment is that they understand things such as the need to take photos. “Proof that you were at Sky,” he explained.


Apologies for the rubbish quality, I only realised later that it was on video and the lowest quality at that!

Excuse Season

“Sir, please can you give me less homework? I’ve started school and I have got so much this year!”

As a tutor, this is something you tend to hear nearly every lesson at the start of the academic year as students try to dodge their way out of more work. Often, they may have a point and so I would reduce their workload but usually they are simply seeking more Play Station time. It still makes me laugh when a seven-year old complains of homework. They do have it slightly harder though as I only began receiving homework when I was 12. I’m mot sure whether that is just how it was back then (a measly seven years ago) or whether my primary school was actually as cool as I always thought it was.

There is one kid I know who definitely isn’t taking the new academic year well. My little brother has just starter his secondary school academy and has been struggling to stay afloat amongst the pile of rules, regulations and textbooks. Poor kid, parenting skills shall be required to deliver much needed pep talks over the coming weeks.

Until Next Time

A Worried Student