Two blogs in two days! I think that this is the first time I have ever done consecutive blogs, you are all very lucky people.

So why another blog so soon? Well, the answer is I am feeling very happy.    I finished school today at midday after sorting out my troublsome chemistry coursework (I have ditched my original investigation and have started another meaning I have alot more work to do but at least I am doing somthing I understand) and then four of my friends and I went to the best Italian in town, ordered pizzas, went back to mine where we got several ice cold lagers (it may be winter but that is no reason to suffer warm lager) and blazed, for several hours, Guitar Hero (I even managed to finish some songs on expert). 

I also demonstated to them the awsomeness of the early PS2 title from SEGA, REZ, an excellent sci-fi/sureal rail-sooter based around techno/drum and base music.

And finally we enjoyed some multiplayer madness on the N64 classic, Conkers Bad Fur Day.

I appologise if this blog is becoming to image heavy and if you believe it is, please do complain in the space provided below but as it is, there are more images to come as we move on to the title of this blog!

The Wells Carnival (Wells is the name of the city where I live) comes with a funfair once a year; I am not sure if carnivals are like ours all over the world, but here the carnival entirely consists of enormous 'floats' that try to pack as many lights, spinny things and dancers on to it as possible, while playing as louder music as they can in a futile atempt to drown out the other floats.    This event is entirely designed to create as much sound and light pollution as possible as well as the enormous amount of fumes generated by the tractors hauling these heavy 'floats'.    Below is one example of the 50 odd floats that will be appearing.

And it is a local traddition tor all the local children/young-adults aged 12 to 19 to go out and get thoughly hammered and when they have lost all self-control to turn to disrupting the peace and petty vandelism.   

My review of this annual occurence may sound very scathing and negative but the truth is, I love Carnival, it has a certain magic that can only be compared with Christmas and I can't explain it.   It is one of the things that I will miss when I leave for University next year and it will always have a place in my heart.

I will leave you with somthing that I read in EDGE magazine earier this month, talking about the difficulties of  the agonising choice of which console to get this christmas;

"What if you could find, tucked in the back of the shop, a console as slender as it is silent - reasonably prised and handsome to look at.   What if it played games that you couldn't get anywhere else and offered sound multi-media support, motion sensitive peripherals and an inclusive software line-up which makes Nintendo's Touch Generation games look old hat?     Why in other words, would you ask Santa for anything other than a PS2?    The simple reason is that you've already got one."

Speak to you all soon,

JD