With only a few more weeks until the biggest celebration of football kicks off, I’ve come to the conclusion that the non-england games just won’t be all that exciting. I mean, you won’t have the constant feelings of fear, doubt and penaltyshootoutphobia and without something like that, it’s just not the same.

That’s why me and a mate are taking a little challenge over the next month. Deposit a fiver into a Will Hill account and make it last the whole tournament. We’re still a little sketchy on the rules but, the max stake per bet is 25p and you have to place a bet every single day (maybe even one per match, like I said a little sketchy).

I’m not for or against betting myself but I’ve spent £5 worse over the course of a month, so this should make the minimum five thousand and six hundred and seventy minutes be a whole lot more enjoyable. After all, it matters more when there is money on it. That should probably be a slogan for something. Hmm.

Anyway, if anyone wants to take part, drop a comment. I’d be interested to hear if anyone would like to ‘compete’ for the best ‘score’.

Spent an hour practising crafting something today and this is what I came up with. A few guys from uni are working on a project called Various Artists, which is calling for people to start trading music through mixtapes (or CDs). Now as I’ve previously noted I hate Jewel Cases, so instead of simply handing in one of those dreadful things, I made something from scratch. I probably spent way to long on this but it kind of adds a lot to the whole personal theme I think they’re going for.

I created two CDs. One for each genre I listen to, Hip Hop & Indie, in blue and yellow respectably.

The insides are very white but I only spent an hour on it and the coloured band that holds the whole thing together.

The pocket on the left holds an A4 sheet of the tracklistings (which I’ll post at a later date)

I didn’t intend for them available past the two I made but if someone wants one, hit me up with your address and a quid or two for postage and packaging in the comments below.

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.