Young, gifted and broke.

O.K,

So one shift a week at a pub on the verge of collapse was not what I signed up for when I finished University this year. My course in English Literature and Creative Writing (BA HONS if you please) wasn't the most prestigious, intelligent, or helpful to the world in general but surely it should have gotten me a nice office job in something like publishing or journalism. But no. Here I am with a 2:1 degree and £30 pounds a week rolling in, less than you get on the dole. My question is this:

With £300 needed for rent a month and no prospects (save for free gigs in exchange for reviews) on the horizon what the fuck do I do with my life?

A Masters in the publishing industry is the clear running option, although it entails a lot more debt for one year. One would assume I could sue the government afterwards for the stress and torment my bank account will have gone under by this point / I could go bankrupt and start all over. My bank would be a clean bill of health, save for the black listing and overall hatred by anyone who deals with money.

My other option of course is quit the job and go on the dole. Wow, that's what I have always wanted. My own company for 10 hours of the day until my other friends who are blessed to have jobs finish work. What did you do with your day Jo? Oh you know, fuck all as usual. Maybe I could make it work in my favour.... do things I've always wanted to do:

Start a jogging photography class.

Become more immersed in popular culture so I am better at pub quizzes (otherwise known as watch loads of T.V then go to the pub).

Reading = knowledge (in other words read a Mr. Man book or two then go to a pub quiz).

God, I didn't think I would get to 23 and be worrying like this about finances. Everyone in my pub is the same. How do we pay our rent? How do we get a new job when there are so few? How? How? Why? Why? Depression, woe, cut, suicide, death etc.

On the plus side if one of them did do themselves in I would possibly get a few extra shifts. Kidding!

I need to think some more about this... more debt is not what I want... but sitting on my arse all day bored out of my skull is not what I want either.

Peter Andre's song...

is growing on me.

Review on Peter Andre's new single Behind Closed Doors.

Peter Andre returns to the frosty and cynical bosom of the music world with his latest offering 'Behind Closed Doors', otherwise known as "That song he was singing when he fell off the stage at T4."

What baffles me is, how could Mr. Andre have been singing that song at the time he fell? Miming, yes, but singing live? It's doubtful. The high tones of past singles are all but gone and instead we have Pete growling in an attempt at raw emotion. I am sure at one point there was real feeling there but after too much polishing and tweaking the song has lost any impact it could have had and instead sounds like a bland Backstreet Boys record from the 90's or JLS in the Naughty Noughties.

He wrote the song himself, with such lyrics as;

You think you’ve got me figured out,
you think you know what i’m about.
Don’t believe what you read,
half of the things you see,
thought you’d figured this out by now.
And who would have known
that our life could be so exposed
where we will end up?
nobody knows.

The song is obviously about his unhappy relationship with Katie and with the angry guitar riff Pete is trying out seriously serious for the first time. Sadly with Pete being so open about his niceness and goofy yet charming humour on T.V it is difficult for us to take his seriousness, well, serious. It all still comes across rather cheesy instead of sexy.

What dissapoints me is that I wanted Pete to do well for his hard work, not out of sympathy, but with how well loved he is during this bitter battle with Jordan I am sure that 'Behind Closed Doors' will still get top five in the charts, if not number one.