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So. here I am, at my current University, frantically trying to decide what to do next. I don’t think I want to become a ‘responsible adult’, so am seriously considering doing some further study. And my further I mean another undergraduate degree 
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Some of the readers may know that I have had my heart set in the graduate entry medical degree for a bit, and lo and behold, I have just realized that financially it actually may be a possibility. However, having to do the clicical apritude test this year is not a possibility, so I suspect that I may indeed have to wait until next year to apply, and think of something good to do in the meantime.
Nottingham Trent University has some cracking courses on fashion and art, so I am considering doing something that I might actually enjoy, and dipping my toe into a pond of superficial frivolity for once. So I am seriously considering that a bout of UCAS madness will soon commence, and that I will have a look at what is out there for me to do.. or then I might just be a bore and carry on working. My next plan is to pay off my debts and then saver enough money to buy my planned Balenciaga bag. From a shop. In Paris. 
The one things I miss about living in Liverpool is the Tate . More often than not I spend my days off there, looking at the fantastic works of art, just soaking up the atmosphere.
Let me make one thing clear. I am not and artist-type myself the slightest. I used to draw, then realized I was pants at it and gave up as I realized I would never make a living out of it. Nowadays I entertain the idea of drawing again, and who knows, maybe one day you will see my efforts here (where else should I put them than online for a spot of shameless egomania ).
The artist known as thMNSTR, who is a friend (I hope, you better ask him about it) has often had to listen to me whine about the fact that I do not understand artists at all, even though due to volunteering I often come across them.
But art is good, if you stop looking at what other people see in it, or wondering what the artist meant when creating the piece. Just look at what you think, what you feel. If you do that, then art becomes meaningful to you – even if you think it is a huge steaming pile of shite .
