Exams 2

      So, this is the second quasi-post that I've been forced to do because of all the revision I'm doing. I'm posting this one a bit earlier than usual because I want to go to bed reasonably early and I want to watch Sherlock on iPlayer before I do. You may feel I've been lying to you about the very important revision I've got to do being the cause of the half-arsedness of these posts when I can change the time I post them based on my viewing habits, but there is a very good reason for this. Unfortunately I want to keep this blog accessible to people of all intelligence and the reason is so extremely complex that I just don't think many of my readers would understand it. It's not that I'm a lazy, hedonistic jerk that doesn't care about my audience, it's that I care too much. Totally.

      Another development on this blog: to mark the 100th person moaning about its layout giving them migraines I've re-designed it. Now, if this layout still gives you headaches or nausea or the long expanse of black with just a thin line of white lower down the page makes you feel like you've been bound and gagged then thrown in the back of a BMW while all the time terrified for your life don't hesitate to leave a suggestion in the comments. Actually, for that last one you should probably seek professional help, as it's possible your problems run deeper than the design of my blog.

      Anyway, as well as having an exam I also have my 18th birthday this week. This means that, by many definitions, I will be an adult. This terrifies me. Not because I'm afraid of being an adult per-se, I'm quite at peace with that, it's more that when you're young you always expect that there will be one day when you suddenly mature and become an adult, because they'd never let anyone who hadn't matured in this way make important decisions or run the country. But as I get older I realise more and more that adults are in fact just older, taller and hairier children. Or, as will be my case, an older and hairier child. It's just a bit depressing to realise there is now only really a numerical age difference between me and the majority of important people. Except they're important, which is another difference.

      On the plus side, when I'm 18 there'll be a whole list of websites I've been totally unable to get onto so far due to an impenetrable barrier in the form of a button asking my age that I'll finally be able to visit. So that's exciting.