tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19372733533342601002024-03-13T15:27:10.122-07:00Lew's NewsSet up for Multi-Media Journalism at Bournemouth, but now anything is put on here. From exciting essays to those random reports about nothing.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-61421018844304505152009-12-14T16:44:00.000-08:002009-12-14T16:55:49.886-08:00Laptop Issues<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SybefQhF95I/AAAAAAAAAiI/L71UydclBDs/s1600-h/P1130109.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SybefQhF95I/AAAAAAAAAiI/L71UydclBDs/s400/P1130109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415260230550681490" /></a><br />LIVING without a laptop for the past three weeks has been hell. Now, I know what some will be thinking, and no, I don't even watch that kind of stuff anyway, and if I did, I'd watch it via my PS3. <br />I've been forced into using my sister's laptop, and it's not so fun - she's stuck stickes all over, and always wants it because she has a sad obsession with Coronation Street, and Doctor Who.<br />Three whole weeks looking at a laptop, all because the guy who is looking at it decided it would be a good idea to go and get swine flu - how ignorant!<br />I can't take it anywhere else because last I heard it was in about twelve pieces, but as a serious (and I use the term lightly) journalist, and one with videos to put together of different things - the Cullompton Town Council will be getting edgy about not seeing their carnival - I need a laptop, and my sister's isn't doing it for me.<br />If anyone knows anything about computers, and HASN'T got swine flu, or any other mild or terminal illness, can I borrow your laptop?Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-57142299135844407482009-03-10T22:54:00.001-07:002009-03-11T07:23:03.989-07:00Awaiting His Maiden Voyage...When I got aboard the first ship, I didn't expect to go to sea, the anchor rose but the ship never set sail. It was OK as the ship had never sailed before, but now I'm told for whatever reason the ship has been all out to sea and I received a postcard telling me how great the waves are - I remain more sceptical.<br /><br />The second boat I strolled upon was similar to the first. I didn't think she'd ever sail the seas but now I'm told after I was asked to leave the deck that the boat did sail without me (yet again). For some reason boats must have habbit of not going out to sea with me, but when I leave they decide to raise the anchor and set sail. This boat had broken free and had sailed into choppy seas and was forced against the wishes of the crew to come back to dock. I've been invited on this ship to navigate it to a peaceful sea, but I don't know if I shall sail this ship despite being told the seas are nice. (A bit disgruntled how these ships sail off without me and then come back to tell me I'm missing out on a great time at sea)<br /><br />The third ship I did sail upon did leave shore but then it sank to the bottom of the ocean. It was in need of repair anyway and I think it I should have expected the inevitable.<br /><br />The last ship I was sailing in had done it's rounds all out to sea, had hit an iceberg on one occasion but had been repaired and still in good shape. It came into dock and I went on board but damage from a previous ice berg - another one the boat had clipped - which had not been seen until we set sail caused the boat to come into docks for repair. Not good for me - who thought that at last I was heading out to sea. I complained to the ship's captain that the boat had sailed the seas before, so why when I get on board it sails no more, - because of these protestations I was thrown off the ship and now I find myself ashore.<br /><br />So I find myself not having the best of times with my sea traveling journeys. I would quite like a nice cruise one day but all the ships that come into dock soon fade away. Maybe it's me and I should find a new harbour or maybe it's just bad luck stopping me on my way.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-84863185948672067222009-03-07T19:41:00.000-08:002009-03-07T19:54:21.498-08:00Passers by just walk on.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SbNAu9jCG3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/3kUABvRBS20/s1600-h/George.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SbNAu9jCG3I/AAAAAAAAAWo/3kUABvRBS20/s400/George.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310659561139608434" /></a><br />AN EXPERIMENT to find out if shoppers are good samaritans has shown a shock result - but matches trends.<br />George Layne 18, and Rikki Turner 19, from the Poole & Bournemouth College decided to film two social psychology experiments. In one Rikki dropped paper in front of people to see if they’d help pick it up, and in the other, George posed unconscious and remained still until somebody offered him assistance. George said: “I got help after seven minutes. I thought I’d be there for quite a while but it went quite quickly although at one point I did fall asleep. <br />“For the first two minutes I was conscious of what I was doing and started laughing at the thought of all these people walking by looking at me wondering what I was doing.”<br />Before starting the experiments people were stopped and asked whether or not they would help if somebody dropped papers in front of them or if they saw somebody motionless in the street. Layne added: “We dropped the papers twenty times and only two people helped. It was interesting as we interviewed about 15 people and 12 said they’d help in those situations, but our investigation shows something completely different.<br />Experts call this de-individualisation. This means that in a crowded place you are less likely to get help from others.<br />“I wasn’t surprised by the results as I’d seen these type of experiments done before and I have noticed similarities here” George added. <br />After seven minutes of lying on the floor of Bournemouth Arcade, one man did poke Layne to see if he was OK. He said: “I was going to phone the police, but I checked to see if the shop he was outside knew about this. There was a couple of women looking, but they just looked and got on with their business.”Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-48801131172740882752009-01-09T17:44:00.000-08:002009-03-23T18:57:36.157-07:00Newspapers Struggle as Credit Crunch Continues to BiteJanuary 2009:<br />IT’S not been a happy Christmas for those working in the media industry as journalists working for local papers have been laid off in droves.<br />One such firm is Northcliffe Media who have been looking into ways of saving money with some losing their jobs and even having wages frozen.<br /><br />Northcliffe, who own various media titles across the country spent six months this year visiting their outlets and deciding what to do to slash the ongoing financial trouble it faces. <br />One of the reasons local media is struggling is due the property market falling. Estate agents are going bust and not investing in advertising properties in the newspapers.<br /><br />It is thought subs – those who check what is written before it is submitted – are first in line for the chop with reporters already being told to be more careful with their writing.<br /><br />In Exeter at the Express & Echo some staff have had their wages frozen and in Tiverton, despite promising sales figures, Crediton reporter Tim Hall was made redundant before Christmas. Lucy Gooding who helped at the Gazette said: “They're all so stressed out it's unreal. Now that Tim's gone, there's no one really covering Crediton.”<br /><br />The effect this will have on the quality of newspapers across the country is yet to be seen, but if companies continue to keep struggling we may see further cuts and the possibility of some papers going out of business or merging to form much larger regions for what would be our not so local papers.<br /><br /><br />March 2009:<br />http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/7958553.stm<br />The BBC's article about Northcliffe got a mention on the Six O'Clock news today.(March 24).Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-35562557958461715362008-12-13T16:39:00.000-08:002008-12-13T16:42:02.871-08:00Day of the Flood!9.30am – I woke up this morning on the day I’m heading back to Tiverton. It’s a dry day today, a few puddles about. I pack some bits and head off on the train with three bags of stuff to Bournemouth station where I’m meeting Luke Baker from Cullompton who is coming home with me.<br /><br />10.10am – The internet wouldn’t let me book tickets on the same train as Baker, but I got some for a different train going to the same place. I’m sure it won’t matter. Baker is carrying a heavy computer box back with him for some reason.<br /><br />10.24am – The train to Weymouth arrives. We’ll be home at 2.15pm, but first we’ve got to make a few stops on the way so we’re heading to Dorchester South.<br /><br />11.00am – We get to Dorchester South – I hoped to go to Upwey but the train didn’t go there – and now we need to get to Dorchester West. After a little debate on where it was Baker goes and asks for directions.<br /><br />11.15am – After waiting for some bloke who was causing problems to move, we’re told that the station at Dorchester West is flooded and that we’d have to go all the way back past Bournemouth and get a train to Southampton Central. Ironically, this is the train I actually bought the tickets for. We are also told there is an alternate bus service at 1pm which is a little bit shit. I also send a text saying: “I can see the funny side in this. I don’t normally moan or get annoyed, I’m quite relaxed” which changed later that day.<br /><br />11.36am – Here comes the train to London Waterloo, and it’s back to where we’ve just come from.<br /><br />12.00pm – I open up my advent calendar in what I say could be the weirdest place I’ve ever opened a Christmas calendar. There is also people playing music on the ‘quiet zone’ which is just annoying, and I have a good grumble about that. I also have chocolate and lots of it, Baker says: “How on Earth do you eat so much chocolate before 12 o’clock?”<br /><br />12:21pm – We’re back in Bournemouth: “I thought I’d left this place behind.” I tell my mum: “I’m going to be a little bit late home because of a puddle on the platform in Dorchester.”<br /><br />1.10pm- We arrive at Southampton Central, Baker struggles with his suitcase as we have to go up and down some steps. We get a train to Cardiff Station but have a choice of getting off at either Westbury or Bristol Temple Meads.<br /><br />1.40pm – The bloke on the First Great Western Service asks for EVERYTHING. He wants to see two tickets – because one obviously isn’t enough these days and it’s also the first time ever I’m asked to show my under 25s rail card. <br /><br />2.10pm – We decide to get off at Westbury. One man warns: “You’re not getting off here are you. It’s a special day!” .. special? “Yes, because of all the flooding...” It’s hardly special... although I could have been home by now.<br /><br />2.20pm – I go to the opposite platform but realise I read the timetable wrong so have to go back again whilst Baker has decided he can get a lift with his bag. A train to Exeter comes but it’s not going through Tiverton which is where I want to go. We’re left standing too and end up going through all the piddly places in South West such as Yeovil and Axminster. We’re also delayed thanks to another train on the line.<br /><br />3.40pm – There’s lots of lakes outside in places where there wasn’t lakes before. I haven’t even seen much rain so god knows where it’s all come from. Oh well, we’re in Exeter St David’s now and are being rushed onto another train which is apparently leaving.<br /><br />4.00pm – We’re being delayed again and have to travel at 5mph over the river near the Culm Valley paper factory. This is slow and the outside is again very watery. <br /><br />4.20pm – Finally at Tiverton parkway almost two hours after I should have been.....Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-78890410175587175782008-08-27T08:34:00.000-07:002008-08-29T07:17:28.572-07:00Tiverton Jive @ Moorhayes Community Centre<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SLgEzn5CxhI/AAAAAAAAACk/81LCk_znm2w/s1600-h/Picture1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SLgEzn5CxhI/AAAAAAAAACk/81LCk_znm2w/s400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239943451373651474" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CREPORT%7E2%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="Street"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="address"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-GB;} span.style21 {mso-style-name:style_21; mso-ansi-font-size:9.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:9.0pt;} @page Section1 {size:612.0pt 792.0pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:36.0pt; mso-footer-margin:36.0pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]-->DANCING has never been my strong point, so when asked to go jiving I thought I’d be letting myself in for another article that makes me look like a fool.
<br />Before the session a colleague told me I’d ‘be a hero a university’ because his friend learnt jive and was a hit with the ladies. Since I couldn’t even pull a cracker, I’d be able to put his theory to the test.
<br />Moorhayes Community Centre was the location for my first lesson, with my only dancing experience being on stage with the Tiverton Junior Operatic Club, and bobbing up and down nervously in the nightclubs not knowing quite what to do.
<br />Thinking it started at 7.15pm instead of 7.45pm I had the chance to talk with the organiser and jive instructor Phil Payne before the jivers got jiggy: “I’ve been teaching jive here in Moorhayes since February. To anyone who hasn’t done anything like this but wants a go, just come and try it. Like most things, if you want to do it, you’ll be able to with a bit of practice. I’ve learnt there’s no such thing as two left feet.
<br />You know you’re in good hands when the teacher has won several being the National Aerials Champion, Southwest Best of the West and Leroc 2000 National double trouble awards.
<br />When asked how many members the club has, Phil quickly pointed out that they don’t have membership as anyone can go and join in. There were a good number of people at the evening with about 20 all dancing together and learning new steps.
<br />Jive demonstrator Elle Williams also helped get my feet moving in the right direction: “I like to think of myself as an all singingall and dancing person” she said
<br />“It’s really fun to be able to help people here learn to dance and I do as much as possible.”
<br />In the lesson we were taught The First Move and the Windmill which didn’t take too long to grasp, but putting dance moves together and getting the body going instead of looking like a broken down robot took more practice.
<br />Everyone at the evening had a smile on their face despite some getting completely tied up in knots with each other. If you’re a newcomer and don’t know anyone there, it’s easy to settle and not be afraid to make mistakes as making errors is part of learning.
<br />A combination of bravery, having a good time and being told I wasn’t that bad made me stay for the intermediate jiving.
<br />After freestyle dancing and trying to get into an unusual position with Elle for a photo, the intermediate dancing began and it wasn’t long before my feet and hands were tangled up.
<br />Anyone with an eye for performing should give this a go as there’s nothing to lose from doing it – apart from some excess bodyweight of course. There was a range of people from all ages there so you definitely won’t feel out of place. It’s surprising how much I enjoyed myself and I’d definitely go again – who knows, I may master the art of jiving and be that ‘hero’ at university!
<br />Come along to Moorhayes Community Centre, on Lea Road at 7.45pm to get jiving. It’s £5 for over two hours of jiving and its well worth it.<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="style21"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:14;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-85771602660337736802008-05-27T07:35:00.001-07:002008-05-27T15:34:23.859-07:00A very weird Mornin - 24/05/08A HOUSE of students was disrupted in the early hours of the morning when a resident's friend turned up drunk at 3am.<br />Gemma Mornin 21, turned up at the house in Beswick Avenue, Bournemouth because she wanted to talk with her friend who lived there. Lewis Clarke 19, who opened the door to let her in said: "Well, I didn't know whether or not to open it. I was about to go to bed and at 3am you don't know who it's going to be, or what they're going to want.<br />"When she entered the house it was clear she was pissed, and she wanted to talk to Jonny and use the toilet."<br />Jonny Blair 28, who had come back from a party half an hour before was in bed asleep when he was awoken by the banging on the door, but he wasn't prepared to get out of his bed and lumbered Lewis with the responsibility of his friend.<br />Gemma, who had driven from Poole to the house in Bournemouth whilst clearly being drunk was then offered the sofa for the night but instead went to lie on Lewis' bed. Lewis added: "I wasn't expecting it, I was hoping Jonny would have done something to help but I didn't want her driving home being pissed so I didn't argue and I got in bed beside her. At one point she started stroking my shoulder which was a bit weird."<br />At 7am, she got up to use the toilet and went to get back in the bed telling Clarke to roll over: "When I did roll over the bed sheets were completely soaked, it's like she was sweating all night or had pissed the bed or something. I couldn't sleep in there so I got up at watched Sunday morning shows such as Andrew Marr until Jonny got up."<br />When Jonny eventually woke up in the afternoon, Gemma was still in Lewis' bed which annoyed Jonny. He then told her to leave his house and how weird it was to go calling at friend's house at 3am. Jonny told us: "Me and Lewis were in the front room and I thought I should take a photo of it, but when I went into his room she was nowhere to be seen."<br />The two housemates decided it would be a good idea to take their mind off the fiasco from the previous night by driving to Durdle Door. Speaking at Durdle Door Jonny added: "I had to get away from it because I don't want to be in the house and have Gemma call again like she's stalking me or something. I know she's my mate, but there's no need to call at my house at 3am."<br />Since she left on Sunday afternoon, nothing has been heard from Gemma since but the bed sheets in Lewis' bed were changed later on that day<br /><br />.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='294' height='248' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxI6uXCUM0BdOOmStQAQUto_V1FTrr3isFUXf3LGRY5fBfIcpCv5ps-hh5SP_zeXsKUqstfHyIXDHp0nrM5gw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='275' height='248' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzsNVU7XmBo_boycTh8f74gsyZRfduyWiJwkO90Cdn1S52pzf0dHVxLFEc_zAfzaO5L-5CYQ_dK6WeHPu3mxA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-9474396526468511542008-04-25T12:22:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:56:14.784-08:00Relative Values : Inger-Marie and her sister Anne<div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Anne 18, and her sister Inger-Marie 19, both from Norway, always travel to see their grandad Arne who’s 90, twice a year. Here they share their experiences and thoughts of the time they spend with him……..</strong></span><br /><strong></strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Inger-Marie -</strong> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SBI0asI7w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/-eqNlkxg1XA/s1600-h/n559555427_160441_2991%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193270953441477586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SBI0asI7w9I/AAAAAAAAABw/-eqNlkxg1XA/s320/n559555427_160441_2991%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>“As far as I can remember my Easters are, and always have been filled with loads of excitement and fun. We have always celebrated Easter in Hardanger at my grandad’s. I live in a city called Stavanger and Hardanger is a good four hour drive away, and we have to get on two ferries. My grandad is 90 years old and is in good health. When we arrive at my grandad we eat<br />Fleskasos - a Norwegian dish which tastes really good! It is a tradition that we eat that for dinner when we arrive. Afterwards, we help do the dishes, because he doesn’t have a dishwasher. We then go outside to get our stuff from the car, and then we unpack.<br />My grandad lives in a large house, all by himself, but he says he doesn’t get lonely, because he invites friends over. He is also very good at baking cakes, so after we have unpacked, he asks us to come downstairs for some cake and a chat. He goes to bed early, so he wants to talk with us first. We only see him every six months so there’s a lot of catching up to do!<br />He was in the Second World War, fighting for his country and has a lot of memories, but he doesn’t like talking about them. If we ask him gently though, he tells us. This is because he used to have nightmares which used to wake him in the night. Because of the trauma caused by the war, my dad tells him that it is good to talk about It, and that he shouldn’t be keeping everything locked up in his mind.<br />If the weather is nice, we drive up to the mountains. The landscape is so beautiful, and must be seen! I like all the seasons. In Spring, everything is coming to life, the heat in Summer, Autumn colours and the snow in Winter. There is a lot of snow in the mountains all year long and it is even there in May! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We don’t have to drive too long to get to the ski resort which is located at a beautiful place with loads of snow! I do slalom, and I love it! It is such a great feeling to be skiing down a hilltop! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Easter afternoon we get Easter eggs from the Easter bunny. I don’t believe in him, but I think that the sweets inside the egg are tasty.<br />I really like going to Hardanger and seeing my grandad in the Easter, and can’t wait to go there again next year!”</span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Anne -</strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“When we leave to go to Hardanger to see my grandad we travel a long way from where I live in Stavanger. Inger looks out car in her own little world, my brother Hans never says much and I listen to my iPod. Sometimes we sing in the car to Hans’ songs but it’s usually quiet. Going to visit him is a bit dull, but we have to do it to please my dad.<br />When we arrive we have to unpack the suitcases and then after that, have dinner. We have a meal cooked by my grandad called Flaskasos and it doesn’t taste too good. It’s a potato meal and by the end of the fortnight at my grandad’s I get sick of potato as he always seems to have it for dinner. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SBI03sI7w-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/eAyBshBq0_k/s1600-h/100_4644.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193271451657683938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/SBI03sI7w-I/AAAAAAAAAB4/eAyBshBq0_k/s320/100_4644.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After dinner we all avoid doing the dishes – especially me! I make something up like ‘I’m tired’ or ‘I’m going out for a while’ so somebody else does them.<br />My grandad makes us cakes and we eat them too, even if they were made years ago. He has made some nice cakes when he puts his mind into them, but with all the potatoes and the cakes; it can all become a bit too much.<br />Sometimes I make ‘new age’ food for him, and even thought he may enjoy the taste, his stomach can’t handle it and he becomes ill.<br />I always remember my grandad’s house being larger but it seems a lot smaller than how I remember it as a child. I think he must get quite lonely as he only invites people over about twice a month.<br />My grandad talks about the war, church and music, but we don’t really talk to him all that much. I don’t feel I can be myself around him and make jokes or have a laugh.<br />Recently he’s been telling us how he wants to die, and he’s bored of being in such good health. He just wants everyone to have a celebration of his life<br />when he’s not around any more.<br />Everyone has to go to bed at 9.00pm, but I stay up and talk to Inger or I invite a friend with me. Sometimes my grandad goes to bed very early -before 8.00pm.<br />The landscape around my grandad’s house is pretty. Norway is a beautiful country and I’m proud to be Norwegian.<br />When I am up in Hardanger in Easter I like to go skiing<br />and I love the snow! I’d like to point out; Inger is not as good at skiing as she makes out. I also enjoy the summer when we go fishing and making videos outside but it’s the same thing every year.<br />Nothing particularly exciting has ever happened during my visits to see my grandad. Once I nearly got caught smoking but that was it. Usually the best part of the vacation is watching a DVD on my Mac.<br />I’d much rather stay home with friends and go up the mountains and stay overnight in a rented room, but it’s traditional to go and see grandad and it has to be done.”<br /><br /></div></span></div>Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-28093611428996139172008-04-23T02:57:00.001-07:002008-04-25T12:37:58.957-07:00Open the God-Damn door!!<p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">Have you thought when waiting walk into a building how inefficient it is? No?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">In a busy environment with people moving about often from one room to another, I’ve noticed one major flaw in the way people go through doors. You would have thought that this process is traumatic enough as it is, with the thought of pushing a door saying ‘pull’, or attempting to open a locked one and end up making a tit out of yourself, but it seems people like to add to the misery of it all. Go and stand by any double door and you’ll realise what I’m on about. It is with that in mind I make a plea from the bottom of my heart – open the other door! It’s in the best interest of us waiting in the rain behind.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">What is the point in having two doors when everyone seems to cram through one? You’ll notice queues trying to fit through the single door even though all it takes to improve the flow through a building is to open BOTH.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">I have pondered what it is which prevents people from doing it. Could it be laziness, or the thought of embarrassment? Whatever it is, something needs to be done so we don’t all end up waiting in the cold or late for a meeting.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"> <?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"> <o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">A vicar from Brazil who went up in the air using a load of helium balloons</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>has gone missing – perhaps he’s gone to the big man in the sky, or perhaps he’s trying to cross to the UK and apply for immigration?</p><!--EndFragment-->Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-33117368608641365792008-03-21T22:13:00.000-07:002008-04-25T12:40:20.641-07:00Bread Related Injuries on the IncreaseA JOURNALIST reporting for a Devon paper nearly ended up in hospital after cutting his lip on a baguette.<br />Dave Shepherd, who writes for the Tiverton based Mid-Devon Gazette, was unaware of the danger his lunch posed.<br />The lethal baguette had been bought from Sara’s Dairy, a bakery which operates close to the Gazette newsroom and is popular with the staff there.<br />However, the dairy may soon get a reputation for selling dangerous items as Shepherd had a bleeding lip for over 15 minutes. Tissues were quickly handed to him and blood didn’t stain clothes or cause major disruption in the office.<br />Whilst colleagues were able to laugh at how somebody could injure theirselves with a piece of bread, Shepherd was not joking and said: “I’m glad somebody can find the funny side in it.”<br />The bleeding stopped shortly afterwards and the day continued as normal. Dave did not let this put him off lunch and he has been described as brave for finishing it.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-75409633473390236842008-03-05T01:48:00.000-08:002008-03-21T22:23:42.842-07:00Family Holiday Ends in Casualty<span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51); LINE-HEIGHT: 26pxfont-family:'Trebuchet MS';font-size:85%;" >It was a nightmare holiday in Majorca, dad was sick and I had blood pouring from my knee!” During the summer of 1994 <b>James Tegerdine</b>’s family of four went to Majorca for a weeks holiday but as soon as they left the house, trouble began. “The car broke down in Dartford Tunnel so we had to get a train and we missed the flight.” It didn’t get any better when they had got to the island and were relaxing in the sun beside the pool “I was running around the pool and then I fell over gashing my knee and had to have butterfly stitches!” However that was not the end to a traumatic holiday as the family were back in hospital <i>again</i> when James’ dad Pete was throwing up due to food poisoning – “I think it must have been a dodgy fish because he spent five of the seven days we were there in the hospital.” The holiday to Majorca just kept on getting better for James when he was playing with a ball which bounced into the road, “I was only six so I didn’t really know about it but I was a victim of a hit and run when a scooter knocked me over,” he explained (maybe it had something to do with the Spanish driving on the opposite side of the road?). Since Majorca James has been to Cyprus, the USA and the Caribbean but says nothing has been more eventful then the Spanish island. “Since that holiday, I’ve never been on Spanish soil again!”</span>Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-21248869640772540122008-02-19T17:26:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:56:14.968-08:00Mid Devon Gazette - 2006This is an email sent to me by an 'insider' back when the days of the Mid Devon Gazette were gloomy and the quality of the paper temporarily went downhill because of the cost cutting that was taking place. The email was sent towards the end of February 2006, a lot has happened since then! <div><div><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R7uOYCHRCvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvSybbSMYgY/s1600-h/front.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168881540873128690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R7uOYCHRCvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvSybbSMYgY/s320/front.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><em>"You might know, you might not know or you might have heard a rumour, about the radical changes taking place at the Gazette. People seem to be interested in what is happening with the paper, so maybe this blog will make a few things clearer.</em></div><br /><br /><div><br /><em>Newspapers across the country are cost-cutting and streamlining their operations, and this is also happening to the Gazette and the four other titles run by Cornwall and Devon Media Ltd. Under the restructure, some of the staff here in Tiverton will be or have been made redundant, with effect from March 30 orthereabouts. From that date or before, other staff will be shifted to new offices in Barnstaple, where all the page production, sport and leisure will be done for both the Gazette and our sister paper the North Devon Journal. A three-person sports team will overlook both papers. A Gazette newsroom will remain in Tiverton but with only three reporters, and none of them will be on sport. The two photographers will stay here along with a couple of advertising staff. There will be no front counter or front office in Tiverton as of Tuesday, February 28, although those staff staying here will remain upstairs in the same building at 29 Bampton Street before, in all likelihood, a smaller office is found in the town. If you have an advertising query after February 28, you are encouraged to use the internet or telephone. If you have an editorial query, e-mail is the preferred route but as far as I understand it you can ring the doorbell just down from the main reception room and somebody will come down to see you. Alternatively you can use the postbox in the same dark blue door to leave re<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R7uOhSHRCwI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGH9TNTSXq8/s1600-h/side.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168881699786918658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px" height="261" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R7uOhSHRCwI/AAAAAAAAABY/fGH9TNTSXq8/s400/side.JPG" width="280" border="0" /></a>ports, stories and photographs, etc. The wholesale changes have been in the pipeline for the past three months and, on a personal level, I am concerned at the shifting of many operations an hour up the road, the threadbare staff and the removal of a front office and town-centre presence. The Gazette remains the best performing of the five Cornwall and Devon Media Ltd papers in terms of readership (they are defying national trends by rising while the others are all about five per cent down), so in that sense it is even more disappointing that they are having to undergo these changes."<br /></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R7uNECHRCuI/AAAAAAAAABI/ATpBIxbYtGc/s1600-h/DSCI0022.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-84490810823857611972008-02-13T07:37:00.000-08:002008-04-25T12:36:03.423-07:00Crediton Residence and their OpinionsPEOPLE in Crediton have been giving opinions on how the town can be improved.<br />Joyce Huxtable, 78 from Orchard Court wants seats on both sides of the High Street for those who find it difficult getting around. She also expressed concern at the cancellation Chiddenbrook Surgery bus service.<br />Retired Carole Pocock is hoping that Tesco will improve shopping and that pollution where she lives on the High Street can be reduced. She also thought that there needed to be more space in town for parking.<br />Parking problems were also a view shared by Fifty year old Elaine Page from Churchill Road. Elaine who works in Stevie B’s Bakery said the town needed a Primark and that the arrival of Tesco should make her weekly shop cheaper.<br />58 year old Pete Spooner from Tebensmary continued the trend of people dissatisfied with the town’s parking facilities. “Finding a place to park is especially difficult during the weekend.” He also suggested that the Square could be improved to make it more amenable; however he hoped that the character of the town wouldn’t be lost.<br />Retired musician, Tony Truscott, 55 from Park Street spoke highly of Crediton after moving there from St Austell. “The streets are clean, the people are friendly. I would like to see more police officers at night and more disabled parking, but other than that it’s perfect.”<br />However Seb Worthington, 20 disagreed. “Crediton is on its way out. You know when a town is on the way out when you’ve got charity shops and estate agents.” Seb, a jeweller from Morchard Road suggested that the town could encourage people to visit if it promoted its history as a market town. “That way people from all over would come and spend more money and with that the town could be improved.”Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-62187925297717032442008-02-06T21:15:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:56:15.374-08:00Blair Breaks Bone - Neighbour Annoyed<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R6qUzz9vucI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4KQb_2MLnvw/s1600-h/100_9795.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/R6qUzz9vucI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4KQb_2MLnvw/s320/100_9795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164103540577122754" /></a><br />University Student Johnny Blair spent the festive season hobbling around a flat because of a broken metatarsal. Johnny (27) who had intended getting legless at Christmas party at Bournemouth’s student nightclub – The Old Firestation – ended up barely being able to use his legs by the end of the night. <br /><br />Johnny said he was attempting to retrieve an elf hat when the leg broke. “I was dressed as an elf and it was an expensive costume so when my hat go nicked I had to go and get it back, and that’s what I broke my leg because I must have tripped up.”<br />Although the leg was broke part way through the festive party, Blair was able to stay at the club until the end. “It was a painful experience walking from the taxi back into the house and I knew it was more than a sprain.” <br />Housemate and friend Jason Radford said “When he came home from the doctors the next day with crutches and a plastered foot I thought it was quite funny, I shouldn’t have but I did.”<br /><br />The Public Relations student however had more worries and had to get coursework extensions all at least three pieces of coursework that were due in saying “I was quite happy really because I hadn’t made much of a start to one of the pieces.”<br />Johnny is due to return back to university next month however housemate Jason is concerned. “Our neighbour keeps telling us to move his car as his stuck it right outside there front and they’ve got a removals van coming. He’s starting to get quite abrupt about it.”Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-69140189637443929612007-11-25T19:00:00.000-08:002007-11-25T19:04:16.176-08:00Bill Bailey ; Tinselworm review - Bournemouth International Centre - 20th NovemberThere aren’t many things in life which can make your face hurt without any physical contact with somebody however Bill Bailey’s latest sell out tour – Tinselworm – had me rubbing my face in an attempt to try and make it feel better after an intensive grinning session. <br /><br />Unlike other comedians who waltz around on an empty set and talk, Bailey’s talents with music mean there are two organs, a guitar and a large gong present onstage. The act is made up of all new material and new songs to match including a song for emos the Friends theme tune and getting the crowd chanting; “Hey ASDA! I ain’t gonna be your bitch!” As Bill thinks that Wal-Mart are an evil American organisation.<br /><br />He is often heard to remark how he over analysis’s everything in life and goes into great detail about very bizarre and different things such as “Beckham playing in America is like Einstein entering a pub quiz or Hitler turning up at the BNP in Tiverton.” He also converses into how time doesn’t exist and clearly lets his mind unfold leaving the audience to wonder what is going on but at the same time find it incredibly funny. <br /><br />That point leads me onto another thing which makes him a great comedian – everything he does seems so unplanned and natural. He has done this act many times before his appearance in the BIC but it all seemed to be spontaneous banter but with a clear structure you could follow from beginning to end. It also included a video toward the end showing Bill acting out the unusual routines he mentions and how they affect him in everyday life.<br /><br />Unfortunately the tour has finished in the UK but there is some good clips of it on YouTube and ultimately there will be a DVD which I would recommend – but be warned, your face will be worse off for it and be sure to have the Tena Lady handy for a two hour onslaught of laughter.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-2326679596461292022007-11-07T10:30:00.000-08:002008-12-10T14:56:15.575-08:00Film Premiere Highlights Teenage Pressures<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/RzIFPQgjmpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LgGo-yffGnM/s1600-h/100_9307.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/RzIFPQgjmpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/LgGo-yffGnM/s320/100_9307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130168685216111250" /></a><br />Young adults who have been working hard all summer to produce short films about peer pressure were able to see them on screen as they premiered on Saturday (3rd November). Pier Pressure was created by young people in a bid to boost understanding of the problems teenagers can get into in a seaside resort. It also set out to show how teens are misrepresented and how they are stereotyped.<br /><br />The themes of the pieces which were helped into production by White Lantern Films included Reality Knocks, a story about racism within a relationship and the community; Some Days are Bad, showing how peer pressure can affect an individual within a group of so called friends and finally Chips which highlighted the affects of alcohol and how we should be responsible for the safety of others in modern society.<br /><br />The films also gained support from celebrities such as former Steps band member Lee Latchford Evans who made an appearance in Reality Knocks. Lee who used to talk to teens about the pressures of fame said “I didn’t realise how involved I was getting, it started off that I was presenting the premiere and soon I was asked to be in one of the films.” Lee continued to say how impressed he had been with the efforts that went in during production and told us how important these issues are, “I was bullied as a child so I know what it’s like, the films are realistic and these things do happen. I think you should be able to do what we want and be mature about it.” Lee’s current band The Latch also performed during the after show party “I’ve been in this band for three years and want it to be my life as I get to work with lots of different people.”<br /><br />Other notable personal who attended the premiere included Shabnam Paryani who appeared in the latest series of Big Brother, “It is important to speak your mind” she said, “People who force you into things don’t care about you and they just want to have a good time.” Paryani continued to say how passionate she was that these issues be made public and how she had first hand experience of peer pressure at home. <br /><br />The music used within the film was written by Bournemouth local, Michael Ricketts. “I took inspiration from the kids and wrote one song for each film. I feel everyone is affected by peer pressure and it is important to highlight it.” <br /><br />British Touring Car racer Tom Chilton also made a guest appearance in one of the films, “I play the rapist’s mate in Chips. I got called up to take part for a good cause and am in it for five seconds.” Chilton also spoke about how he dealt with the acting, “I have never acted before. I’m the clown so I found it out of character.”<br /><br />Although the night had been promoted by these familiar names it was ultimately about the young people, who had acted, directed and written the pieces. Tristram Anyian was forced out of his home by his parents after being pressured into religion and had been living in the YMCA. “I was asked to get involved with the directing and have been overwhelmed by the experience and getting to meet new people. I hope to go to Bournemouth University and maybe then work for the BBC in film production.” Anyian commented on how difficult yet rewarding the filming had been, “We were filming on set for three days between five and seven hours a day. When watching it my heart was pumping but I am proud of our film, I would really like to get involved again next year.”<br /><br />The teens enjoyed an award ceremony after the films had been shown with Lee Latchford Evans accompanying the mayor of Bournemouth in handing out the prizes and the night continued with music from The Latch and then music from local radio station – Fire FM.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-41924378821182942852007-10-23T03:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T14:56:15.674-08:00Wallywock on a Trolleybus<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/RzIGtQgjmqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ePjE0iRMsco/s1600-h/100_9127.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eyrdfXaS79k/RzIGtQgjmqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ePjE0iRMsco/s320/100_9127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130170300123814562" /></a><br />Sixty-seven year old Derek Riggs is known as a Wallywock because he was born and lived in Wallisdown. He has fond memories from when he used to travel by trolleybus. “The main depot was in Moordown where I used to get on the bus for a penny and it would take us all to school.”<br />The electric buses were a big part in how many children used to travel around Bournemouth in the post-war years before they were phased out in favour of more mobile petrol buses.<br /> “On frosty winter mornings myself and schoolmates used to see the sparks coming from the rails and in the summer the number 26 would take us to the beach.”<br />“When they wanted to change line the conductor would have to get off and use a pole to move the bus from one track to the other, occasionally he would have dropped a clanger!”<br />Derek believes that the 1930s were “certainly the best time for childhood. Cars were rare so children could play cricket and football in the streets.”<br />“You simply can’t wander about like you used to. You can’t leave your door open.” <br />“Since the building of the university the town has changed and I no longer go to the centre during nighttimes due to rising crime.”<br />Family is something Derek feels has helped rising crime levels during his lifetime with nowadays both mother and father out working children don’t have such a strong relationship with their parents as he remembers how his mother used to stay at home looking after him and the house whilst his father went out to work.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937273353334260100.post-25462595717650663402007-10-23T02:20:00.001-07:002007-11-25T19:11:58.619-08:00Life in the Day of Lewis ClarkeIt’s always a struggle to get me out of bed and it’s usually down to my mum to drag the duvet away and force me out. Breakfast is ready by the time I make it downstairs still half asleep and rushing to eat it before the bus arrives at 7:30am so it’s not uncommon to see me sprint to the bus stop. I needn’t bothered to waste my energy running because as normal the bus fails to turn up on time and we’re left waiting in the cold until it eventually turns up late. The bus journey lasts an hour from Tiverton in Devon and across the county border to Taunton in Somerset arriving at Richard Huish College at 8:45am. Fortunately I hadn’t fallen asleep this morning and the pesky lower sixth students haven’t left me at the back to be awoken by the driver. First lesson is drama; one of my favourites. All the drama students get along so well and each brings their own character to the lesson, although pressure is mounting to get an assessed production piece ready to show to an audience and extra work will have to be done during a long arduous weekend rehearsal. Next on the agenda is history which I find tedious. I have no idea who anyone in the class is this year. They already seem to know each other very well making me feel quite isolated so I’m glad when it’s over and English language begins. It’s always difficult to stay on topic during a conversation in these lessons, one minute you may be talking about the first dictionary by Samuel Johnson and then the next moment conversation has moved onto the colour scheme of the teachers tie! Lunchtime arrives and gives me time to circulate the college to see the different people I know as they all meet in varied areas of the campus. Lunch consists of something I put in my bag the previous evening, it’s usually something I shouldn’t eat but after a hard day at college it’s nice to treat myself. I don’t drink hot drinks, no coffee, tea or hot chocolate so my choice of drink is a Cherry Cola, and no diet drinks under any circumstances! Finally after a long day my last lesson is geography where we learn about rocks and oil, it’s not terribly entertaining but some of it can be quite thought provoking. 4:30pm soon arrives and it’s another bus journey home but the bus doesn’t go to where I and many others want it to. The nearest stop is 7 miles from where all the Tiverton students live so we all have to get off their and hope that parents will come to collect us. Everyone likes a good moan about why we can’t have transport going back to Tiverton but all the talk never amounts to anything. Driving home my mum has it on BBC Radio Two and I can’t help to find the travel jingle slightly catchy, I don’t know why but I do have many theme tunes stored on my computer, but I guess it’s because I’m unique! There are just three of us when I get home again at 5pm, my sister, myself and my mum because dad is usually away working, but of course most attention in the house goes to the four cats that are never far away. It was a bit of a mistake having four as the mother had an unplanned pregnancy which my mum was a little surprised about (she was only one!). At 7pm I have rehearsals for a show in Tiverton with a local operatic club, this year we’re doing ‘Around the World in 80 Days’. Just like the past 7 years I’ve been given the comedy role, but I can’t complain as I enjoy overacting and having fun on a stage! Rehearsals are busy with singing, dancing and lines to be learnt within a sixth months. The rehearsal tonight ended at 9pm. When I’m about to go to bed there’s always somebody online wanting a chat and before I know it it’s 2am I always get into bed at the top of the hour and fall asleep listening to the BBC World Service. I just hope my mum manages to wake me up for another early start tomorrow.Lewis Clarkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10752275876202097257noreply@blogger.com1