I don't read script. Script reads me.

So, the interweb is fixed and my potpal now has a purpose in life other than 'designated-music-playing-when-iPod-is-not-in-use'. So things have been pretty slow this weekend, as one would imagine. Although Friday was down town funky brown cool.

After deciding to get up and go to Andy's at like 10am and play xbox for the sake of doing so, it got to a point where Jamie, Pete and Graham turned up and the boredom bitch showed her ugly face. Amazingly, xbox 360 cannot be the main source of entertainment for too long and things began to get desperate. Luckily Pete had the stupidly insane idea of driving to France (providing Jamie was up for it, as he's the only one who has his own car.) Thankfully Jamie agreed, providing we all pitch in for the fuel. And just like that, we were off!

From here it does not take long at all to get to Calais, about an hour and twenty minutes worth of driving and we were there. Driving around, being typically English. The furthest we went foreign was Paris - cos lets face it. That's all France has really got.

So after spending a good five hours roaming round France, we decided to head on home while playing the English national anthem.

Saturday was typically laid back a football orientated which furthers my belief that I really do needs to get a job down here. Football was real sweet as always, though not being able to score in three matches is beginning to annoy me because I can easily score whenever we are not playing a match.

After getting back home after football possibly the best thing ever happened to me.

I was doing listening to music, doing my thing. and I get a knock on my door, it's that weird security-caretaker-warden man (from the accommodation fees fiasco). The conversation went as followed:

"I've had a complaint from one of your flat mates abo--"

"Was it Jenna?"

"Err.... I'm not supposed to say who it wa--"

"C'mon! Y'know, the American, black hair. I bet it was her."

"Look. Point is, your music is too loud."

"Too loud? Isn't that open to opinion, isn't it?"

"Yes ... And her opinion is that it is too loud."

"What about my opinion???"

"Um.. Look, keep the music down, you ain't the only one living here"

"Will do."

That was it. That was my big telling off from someone with authority. Oh dear. I'll level with you, I think he's scared of me. If so, it's clearly working to my advantage. Go me.

Once the door closed and the authority was out the door Something needed to be done about the snitch. Who I knew was in her room, directly above me. So off onto my potpal to look for the perfect song for said situation. After flicking through my musics and seeing some real contenders, it hit me. Like a double shot of wray and newphews...

Killing in the name of - RATM

One line from the song to really set the mood:

"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me"

I know, I know. Is that hell I see on the horizon??

The rest of saturday was seen out by watching match of the day, Family Guy and Phone Booth round Pete's. The joys of living in private accommodation and having all your house mates away for the weekend. (Y)

Sunday was typically boring and slow so I shall say no more about it.

That is another example which furthers my belief that I really need a job down here.

Brief side note. I've always been tickled with enjoyment by music videos and different styles, camera angles, positioning, location, y'know the whole package. But over the past few weeks I've really started to watch music videos and use all that theory from A-level media and start to label all those words from cinematography and editing to stuffs I'm actually watching. It may sound sound to some of you (if it does, fuck off) but I just kinda watch music videos over and over just looking at different techniques, all amazingly for the sheer fun of it.

Without a doubt, Reptilia by The Strokes has been my favorite video to watch over and over.

I just really like the way it's been filmed.

In other news, here are some updates, reminders, thoughts and other general stuff that have fallen outta my brain that may concern you.

I've decided so long as Facebook has the status function I shall continue to rebel against the uprising of "Twitter".

As I may of already said to some of you before. It was seem as though just about everyone has/is getting a tattoo - which can only be good news for you Rickles. Though I do fully stand my statement "Allow getting branded."

I've been asked before what my deal is against getting inked. I don't got nothing against it, I just don't wanna get one.

I mean c'mon, I'm Rohan. That 6'4, Jamaican, bass player who has never smoked anything in his life time, doesn't want a tattoo and is yet to use the euro.

I am what I am. And lets be honest, that's why you lot like me and read my blog.

I've just recently become a part of Andy's crusade to pull the rather hot female behind the bar of the penny. I'd like to think I'd be a real friend and great assistance on this crusade. I mean, saying things like "yea, she is pretty hot - though, she probably doesn't know this because for some reason she's quite flirty with you." are true inspirational words from one friend to another.

I'm beginning to compile a hate list which I shall put up on her at some point in the future. It may take some time as I want it to be real detailed and funny so give some time.

I can't believe this term is over in twenty-four short days and I'll be back in London town for a whole month. JEEEEEEEZ time does have the ability to fly.

Leading on from that point. Frankie, I know you're reading this. I have just now placed myself in charge of your birthday plans and I will take the silence around me as you agreeing to this. All I can say is it is a pleasure and privilege, for you  as I can imagine.

Earlier I helped a short person in the library because she couldn't reach a book that was in line with my chin. It's good to be tall.

"A snakebite won't kill you ... Unless you're allergic to cider"

~ Jimmy Carr.

"I know who I am! I'm the dude, playing the dude, disguised as another dude."

~ Robert Downey Jr.

Our football team is REALLY taking shape now.

Ed and Alex joined a couple weeks ago and they're both pretty sick players. Not to mention alex being 6'6 which is only good news for us as we work stupidly hard on free kicks and crosses.

It's good to have the interweb back.

BBC iPlayer is getting worked later!

BLACK POWER!