28 Minutes Later

This could possibly be construed as a half-arsed attempt at a blog. (It is.) I am writing this, my third blog, under the influence of a fair amount of alcohol, tiredness and apathy. The only reason I bother is that just in case I decided to turn this blog into a daily exercise (possibly for the rest of my life - although it may only last a week) and happened to miss Day 3, due to my self-inflicted condition, I may come to regret it in sober light. If not today, then soon, and for the rest of my life........ 


It might also be interesting to me to see exactly what I wrote last night (now) in the morning (tomorrow), as I will definitely forget all of this.


Today I have once again been vastly under-productive in my job searching. (Although in many ways more productive than the previous day, simply because today I didn't watch 'The Wright Stuff') Around midday today I went to Lewes with a friend, and went for a long walk around the River Ouse. Following this we frequented several beer-selling establishments in Lewes town, leaving me suitably refreshed to write this blog at just after 11pm. 


The main point of interest I can think of to talk about from the day is a 3-hour conversation about a zombie-infested post-apocalyptic world and how we might survive in it.


Following a kind-of '28 Days Later' type scenario, a few of us (coincidently me, my friend and some of our closest friends) manage to surpass the catastrophe that has taken the world (no explanation how we managed that - we don't even live that near each other) and then (maybe we had a sleep-over in a nuclear bunker or something) have to survive (a sleep-over? christ!) and live in this new and troubled world. 


Some of our friends, we realised, would not be up to the challenge of staying alive - some might even hinder our progress and have to be left behind to die. This may seem harsh, but the future of the human race is in our hands - so we decide to shoot Marvin to save on supplies. 
Our first port of call is to round up weapons of some kind to defend ourselves. Unfortunately, with none of us knowing how to use guns or even where to find them, we go to B&Q and JJB Sports and arm ourselves with brooms, shovels, cricket bats and squash rackets to help fight off the zombie menace. Next, we get food by generally looting branches of 'Tesco Express' and set up home in a 'Big Castle' somewhere, and plan to spend the rest of our lives eating Baked Beans and watching DVD boxsets on a television powered by our own generator, at which point we regret shooting Marvin, as he is the only one among us who might know anything about setting up a generator. 


I eat an entire packet of Haribo on the way home for dinner and hope that very soon I will  grow up and act my age.