The last photo of Christian Bale before he was destroyed. He has no idea, does he?

Don’t worry I’m not calling the whole One A Day campaign a farce, in actuality I’m calling my participation in One A Day a farce. I retroactively make my ‘daily’ posts, two or three day’s worth at a time. It’s probably time that I address it all.

It’s no coincidence that the last post I made was about my journey down south, catching up with work and friends have taken priority and this mission has slipped away. It begs the question what did I want from the whole experience. To get better at writing? Meet some new people? Output more content through Blogizzle? Or just the satisfaction of completing a challenge? To be honest with you, I still couldn’t tell you, I just saw everyone posting #oneaday tags on twitter and wanted to be part of the moment.

Not that this is me giving up because the whole challenge has run out of steam, actually to the contrary, a new organiser has taken the reigns and is so far doing a great job (as long as he keeps including me in those weekly wrap-up posts ).

The truth is that I’ve had to prioritise a few things over what has become a pretty stale blog. However, the whole thing hasn’t been a waste of time. Quite frankly it has made be remember that this blog even exists and I’ll probably continue to regularly post on this thing.

One A Day radiates the pressure of a deadline on you every single day and it quickly became a chore rather than something I was doing out of enjoyment. But like I said I’ve gotten what I think I can get out of it and because of #oneaday, Blogizzle is always on my mind and hopefully that will result in some quality posts.

Good luck to everyone else continuing in the challenge, hope you make it.

As most of you know I spend my time either in Basingstoke or Falmouth, two polar opposites really. Well today we travelled back to Falmouth, or so we thought as a trip that normally takes four hours took closer to twelve.

After ignoring the temperature gage for longer than recommended we broke down just past Stonehenge. Maybe some old curse was in affect. Luckily we’re with Direct Line, Tesco Cover or Greenflag (all were mentioned at different points) so we we’re able to be picked up in a brief four hours… Don’t worry we had a crossword. Thankfully it wasn’t horrible or raining and we got to see truckers pee into a ditch! Everyone’s a winner.

Eventually we we’re picked up by what was later described as an ‘antique’. Now pick-up trucks are among the slowest things on the road but despite original estimates of eight hours, we were down in Truro (roughly 10 miles from Falmouth) in about five hours. Not bad going, until the pick-up truck decided to break down…

I’m not making this up, we then had to get a pick-up truck for the pick-up truck. Luckily they transferred the car and the local Cornish garage did the final leg. Considering that I’ve never been in a broken-down vehicle before, the fact that it happened twice in one day was… well… weird.

It’s a shame that it took ninety minutes of airtime to let Clegg and the Lib Dems into the mindset of the Great British public but now that it’s happened I regret not placing that bet sooner. I mean for someone who’s been following the Lib Dems closely over the past few weeks, nothing that Clegg said was new or previously unknown but it didn’t need to be, tonight was purely about the moment in the spotlight.

I know the chances of the Lib Dems actually making it individually into power are slim but if you’re fed up with Labour and you used to vote Labour, who are you going to go for? Changing political stance rarely makes sense so the logical switch is to the newly invigorated Liberal Democrats.

In case you haven’t noticed those debates last night confirmed my instincts and pushed me fully to the yellow side of politics.

Haven’t done of one these in a while and just discovered the interesting world of Dumbfoundead. I’m not sure if this one is a keeper as my first impressions of his album weren’t so great but the track above and I Need a Dollar are top draw if you ask me. Worth a listen.

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