Since we parted last week, all manner of exciting and confusing things have happened. School restarted, with the premise that in sixth form, things would be different. And that they are. Since May of this year, I’ve changed my mind about the AS subjects I wanted to take roughly five times. Or exactly five times, who am I trying to fool.
 | | Romeo of The Magic Numbers |
Each choice had the basis of English, French, and German, but lacked a fourth choice. It started as History, quickly diverted to Art, and then following results day, Spanish. However, it wouldn’t fit. For half a day, I took RE, or Philosophy and Ethics as it has so termed itself (what possessed me to sign up for that, I still don’t know). Breaktime on the first day saw a quick re-decision in History. I know, back where I started. The bad thing is, I didn’t want to do it for GCSE, didn’t want to take it at AS, and there’s now a lingering premonition that I’m going to end up with a degree in it, and subsequently some kind of career. Sixth form is definitely…different. For one thing, never again must I wear a pleated skirt and matching jumper, and I’ve developed an addiction to toast, which must be stamped out as soon as possible. The lure of the toaster and kettle is all too tempting in our 20 minute break, and I think the atmosphere could really be improved with the addition of a beanbag... Saying this, I started as I intend to go on, missing French on Friday to scoot over to BBC Cornwall in order to interview Tom Vek, who was quite possibly the coolest gentleman I’ve ever had the fortune to chat to.
 | | Tom Vek in his best indie boy guise |
His answer to the re-release question made my day (you want to know what it is now don’t you? I’m not saying; you’ll just have to read the whole interview to find it). Although it’s nice to have 'secret' bands that you can feel alone in liking, why more people haven’t joined up to the world of incomparable lo-fi that he inhabits is beyond all comprehension. There was a disaster in yesterday’s English lesson. Our new teacher was taking the register, after which all the Rebeccas and Jennifers piped up with their preferred nicknames. At which point Florence decided out loud, that, for the next two years, we would be 'Florrie and Laurie'. My mouth resembled an aircraft hanger, it was open so wide. FLORENCE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!? Unfortunately, today is my last day in the BBC. Whoever said that phrase, 'all good things must come to an end' was right, but in an overly clichéd and predictable way, I hope this isn’t the end. Quite honestly, I’ve never had such a good summer – 'hanging' with bands on tour buses, getting acquainted with drummers, going to cowboy festivals and obtaining minor concussion from unruly bassists, 'living it up' in press tents, seeing some of my favourite bands and of course, having the pleasure of sitting with the lovely Matt and Fraser every Tuesday. (You’ve got to cough up now boys, I said it).
 | | Bez on stage at The K Fest |
Thanks must be said to the aforementioned 'notorious' (quote: me) BBC 'stars' (quote: Matt), as well as Susie and Katy at SW1, PR ladies and men around the country, various family members for acting as a taxi service, and all the lovely people who’ve been subjected to my intrusive line of questioning fire. At first standing, I think I’d just seen U2, and was reading a history of post punk. The last band(s) I saw were The Futureheads, Subways and Do Me Bad Things at the SAS Ball (still reeling from the brilliance of it all, nice one SAS!), and I’m still reading the same book! It’s huge. The last CD/vinyl I bought was Sleater Kinney’s latest offering, ‘Jumpers’. I bought it at random, but as is the way of random occurrences, it’s contending for the title of quite possibly, the best song ever. It has everything. And so the end. I’ve surrendered my BBC pass, tidied my mounding pile of coffee cups, and battled with the CMS for the last time. Hopefully, there's still someone reading this (hi grandpa and nana), so thanks for doing so! | 
