Kirsty - June 7th, 2004 Plums. Exams = lateness. Well OK, I'm late normally anyway...Moving on... This week I've been doing everything! Music lessons (apparently I'm a natural at piano - next comes guitar :P), gardening, thinking, and as usual, not doing this 'till last. I really gotta get this done sooner. Isn't thinking a weird thing? I mean, you start off thinking about, jeez I dunno... What kind of day you had... Then you think "Woah, someone died today... Someone gave birth today... Someone..." etc. Then you think of who died. How many? What killed them? Where? After those millions of things have gone through your head (probably without realising) and then you think "God, pollution. God! Is there a God? Pollution. Polar bears. One of those have probably died too. Wow." And it carries on like this for a while. Just thinking. Religion, death, birth. Your own growth. What age will YOU live to? Will your children grow up to be like you? What will the world be like then? Who will you marry? Will you marry? Where and when will you die? Will the Earth be dead aswell soon? What movies will be out then? And then you get a brain overload. Kinda. Or your folks call you to dinner. If you're a deep thinker you'll think "Will Sunday roasts be around in a few years? What about my parents?" ... Do you realise how much there is to think about? How much there is to discover, how much there is in life to figure out and see. Your existence is only a blip in the Universal scale, but it's amazing how it dosen't matter to us. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Our lives are the most important to us, to me. I'm selfish. We all are. Not in a spoilt way though. Do you understand me? This is amazing in a way. How can I explain what I mean? I've got all eternity. There we go. I can't use every single word I want to use 'cuz after this column I have to feed my rabbit, go on MSN, speak to my nan, and stop typing for a bit and give my fingers a rest. How much information have we just taken in? Hardly any to be blunt. You've gotta think about all this yourself. Put yourself in another persons' shoes. I don't know. Well maybe I do. See?! We're all insane! We're not! What's normal?! Sorry, I'm calm. So, yeh... This life, this universe, our life and someone elses. It all means the same to you, but not to someone else. Things change sooo much and we won't be around for all of it. But, as long as we all get a good run, eh? But then you start thinking again... Someone else won't. Someone's getting murdered right now... Weird, huh? Kirst xxx

Jon - June 7th, 2004 I don't know about you, but I like nothing more than sitting around on a lazy night and watching some good quality TV. Some of my favourite shows are Have I Got News For You, Friday Night With Jonathan Ross, Dead Ringers, Jonathan Creek and generally stuff like that, or around that genre. Sadly, I will not be able to sleep easy at night for a while. Because I know that my TV has been ruined by a certain seemingly never-ending show. Big Brother. Now, I watched the first series, because it seemed like an interesting show format. When I realised how terrible and mind-numbingly boring it actually was, it soon made it's way to my "No" list. I've made every attempt to avoid watching it, but I regularly flick through the papers, and have got no choice but to see the pathetic headlines which take up more space than the war now. I think there's about 2 regular, heterosexual people this time round. There's also one particularly annoying boss-eyed little freak called Kitten. Forgive me, but I thought kittens were cute, lovable creatures. This particular Kitten is pure trash. I watched 7 minutes of Big Brother on Friday night, for the good of this here column. I was disgusted with what I saw. For a start, this Kitten thingy was evicted from the house, for breaking too many rules, and she refused to leave. Oh, the rebellion of it all. So Big Brother started to deduct prize money from the contestants. Which is a complete waste, anyway. Do you or I get £100,000 for sitting around all day? I wish. Anyway, once this Kitten freakette finally left the house having wasted a good few thousand of the eventual winner's money, she stormed over to Davina, before posing in front of press cameras, raising her middle fingers, and screaming at the press: "This is for the Queen, and this is for aristocracy!" I'd never been so glad for an advert break in all my life. I know, hang on let me count... 2 people who watch it. One of them is my mom, one of them is my friends mom. After 5 series, Channel 4 still haven't realised it simply isn't working. And they actually thought that putting on a pint-sized braindead idiot like Kitten would boost ratings. If they think that a Queen-hating rebel is going to improve viewing figures, they are sadly mistaken. And to think, this crap is actually before D-Day memorials in the papers! This is my second column, and I haven't had the chance to talk about something good yet. Hopefully that'll change soon... Thanks for reading.