Weaping into my Frosties.

It enrages me, it really does. It literally gets me into a frenzied spiral of destruction each and every time I watch an American comedy and they constantly reference American shows/celebritys that most of the world haven't heard about.
Here's a quick guess at some statistics -
Population of America = 250 million
Population of the world = 7 billion.
That's 27/28ths of the world which won't get those jokes. Sort your demographics out guys, seriously.
If I should ever get to the position where I can make my own shows I'm gonna have to constantly reference Coronation Street, Hollyoaks and Eastenders, then we'll see how they like it.

There exists a large portion of adults that believe that generations don't differ from each other and entertainment from when they were children is still fit for a modern environment. This cannot be more wrong.
The same people think that we can have a great night out drinking just fruit juices, this may well be true, the problem however is that no one is going to try it. It's simply not the done thing. The night goes: Club -> Bar -> Dance (back to bar + dance a few more times) -> Pull/go home. It's expected of people who go to clubs to drink, it's tradition. And here is why -
The evenings entertainment relies on dancing to the bassiest tunes available and this simply isn't possible for the average white male. Oh how we try, with hilarious results, but simply to bring us up to par with everyone else we must drink. And drink a lot.
Long term it will, and does, end badly with binge drinking causing alchohol poisoning, heart attacks and addiction. A recent servey revealed that as many as one in four teenagers regularly binge drink. A massive scale medical crisis could be in the offing if this self-destructive attitude prevails. And don't get me wrong, this attitude will prevail. It's naïve to think otherwise. But oh well, it's all in good fun right?

So yeah, first few days of uni and everything is all fine and dandy. Everyone likes talking about themselves so there was a good period where facts were stretched, anecdotes stolen and various other lies occured. The delight of parental restricitions resulted in the expected splurge of cash into things like alcohol, alcohol, new shoes and some more alcohol.

After a few days of this we've earned a bit of a break and so came Sunday which Douglas Adams described as 'The long dark teatime of the soul'. A grand exoddus of best friends, buddies, girlfriends, boyfriends, parents, grandparents, long lost aunties and general well wishers trekked across the country to spend time with their relatives who until then didn't realise what an integrel part of the family unit a grumpy and solitary teenager was.
Oh, everyone except mine.
Admittedly I didn't ask for them to come as I'm not feeling remotely homesick but you couldn't help feel a wee bit sad at all this love flowing and you not getting a slice (Please excuse the mixed metaphor).
And so I spent a lonely day weaping into my Frosties. Tell a lie, it was great meeting everyones loved ones and telling them EXACTLY how much they had had to drink.