From hereon you can refer to me as Matt. It's on my official documents- and I confuse far too easily to go by some ciphered pseudonym.
I am a student - studying Management at the University of Lincoln, UK. It's a broad subject and after a year I am yet to discover exactly what I am being taught to manage. I assume I am being taught to manage everything, from sixteen children, to Manchester United, to a village greengrocer, to a top secret Russian weapons lab.
Living proof that an education is invaluable: after a year of studying management, my friend tells me I have officially managed to annoy her more than anything else to exist in her life to date.
So digestors, this is the dawn of my weekly divulgence. Matt's Monday Meltdown.
I chose the alliteration because, unfortunately, the law only states that 'sex sells', and I have no services to offer - especially not prostitution. I had to go with the second best way to grab your attention with words.
Thinking about:
- Does it drizzle lemon flavoured rain anywhere in the mediterranean? (Hence the name of the cake).
- I have two speakers here and they're not doing anything, could I possibly add them to my existing stereo to make a super stereo? (Quadrophenia)
- Where did those little flies on my plant arrive from? They weren't there yesterday and my efforts to create microcosms haven't been apparent so far.
Mr. Matt.
