How Rummy!

Looking back on the last couple of blog posts, all I seem to be talking about is Garden State and Australia haaaa... I'm just trying to subliminally pressure you guys into seeing/listening to them, obviously.

My blog posts seems to occur when I'm putting something off/meant to be doing something else and are always rushed and not what I want them to be (whatever that is). This post comes to you as a distraction from photography coursework, even though it's not even hard. It's finding photos from the internets, printing, cutting, sticking and then writing "I leik it." I tell myself that I won't go on facebook whilst working, so I log onto blogger/blogspot (PLS MAKE UP YOUR MIND ON WHAT YOU'RE CALLED!) to see if there's anything new and I get distraaacted. I wish I wrote blogs for the sake of writing blogs and enjoying it. What a whinger I am. Sooo, to make this worthwhile for me and for you, I shall think of a topic and WRITE (quickly), so that this isn't a complete waste of time (even though blogging generally is).

P.G. Wodehouse
If you gaiz want to be cool, you know that you saw WOODhouse, rather than pronouncing it how it is spelt (like I did for ages, until my Dad told me), which is a bit ridiculous if you ask me. Why can't some aspects of the English language be more simple?! Should, would, could, pneumonia!
Anyway, I'm reading 'The Inimitable Jeeves' by P.G.W. (because I'm obsessed with all things Fry) and feel like I've found a hidden treasure! Wodehouse isn't as widely known as some authors and hasn't had his books turned into Penguin Classics (which obviously DEFINE which books are good or not) and a lot of people who ask what I'm reading at the moment haven't heard of him. This makes him (and his wonderfully characters) special. To me anyway.
The books are out of date, they're ridiculously English, they're formulaic, but they're 'bally' hilarious and well written. I find myself wanting to quote words and phrases that haven't been used for years and probably never from the mouth of a seventeen-year-old girl from Ealing.
There's a running story line and continuous characters, but each book is made up of little stories that take about 20 minutes to read, which is perfect just-before-bed reading :) They follow Bertie Wooster and his Butler, Jeeves (apologies if I'm completely patronising you) who find themselves in various pickles, but Jeeves is always there to save the day with his clever ideas and solutions. Of course while reading, I imagine Fry & Laurie as Jeeves & Wooster, as they are just perfectly suited to those parts.
This installment feels all over the place, but I don't care because I'm not being marked or judged (hopefully) for it and I need to reeellaaaaaax and not worry or be shy about things like this. Nerrrrrr... I felt that I wanted to write about Wodehouse because I finally saw the last episode of Paul Merton in India, in which he was asked to repeatedly kick a man in the balls. But he also found a group of men who for the last seven years, have met every month to talk about Wodehouse and enjoy his delicious humour. It was surreal hearing middle-aged Indian men call P.G. a 'good egg'! It's brilliant how literature unites people all over the world.

I need to carry on with coursework now, as I have less than two weeks to finish the project AAH but I should be fine... I just need to try and not get distracted like I am now.

Adieu chums!