What A Time To Be Alive Review

The title of the album is "What a time to be alive" - it's not catchy, witty or even original, but what it does do is encapsulate exactly what the noughties is about. Yes, we're overindulged, self-obsessed selfie takers with no hope of getting jobs but keen to splash upwards of 40 grand for a degree we may or may not use (or is that just me) but even cynics such as I have to admit, we are by far the most privileged generation to have lived.  
 Never has it been more acceptable to eat a whole jar of Nutella, before FaceTiming your girl best friend who has the opportunity to study in, let's say, Canada, for the same price with (virtually) the same opportunities as her fellow male counterparts. And that's exactly what our inadvertent feminist Drake has to say. Kind of.  Being realistic, this album has a lot of songs which, quite frankly, won't make my shower playlist and I wouldn't stick this album on to impress my friends – It's more of a "Man I love Drake so I'll listen to it anyway" with a few corkers on it, Diamonds Dancing and Scholarships are two that stick out for me, but Drake fan to Drake fan (assuming that's who you are) I prefer his "solo" albums. If you aren't a Drake fan, I'm sad to say this album won't convert you. Go listen to Take Care.    If you take anything from this co-produced album, with artist Future, if you didn't already know, "You danced all night girl, you deserve it" and that will justify your chips cravings or late evening BooHoo and PepperMayo purchases. You're welcome. 

Update: Stuff, Being in third year, homesickness..

The resurrection of this blog will serve to achieve one goal: to not overload you with a boutade of posts about random selections of subjects that surface in my brain at unique opportunities.

It recently came to my attention just how far on my degree I have come (queue cliche counter, strike one) and having hibernated during second year, I think it's time I stopped feeling so sorry for myself regarding 'actual' blogging (I love you, tumblr, I'm sorry) and just start writing again.

So there are a few topics that spring to mind, having recently been on a trip home to my home city of Bath, there is one thing that has stuck with me from the beginning of my degree to this very day. My intrepid nature led me to on a whim apply for a university I had never even heard of and the one thing that made my palms sweat and heart race a little was just how far from home it was.
I am and always have been, a city person.  Call me guileless, limpid or just plain stupid - I moved to a small town roughly an hour and a half from Plymouth, which is the closest "big" city to Falmouth. I know.

I'm not sure how I thought I would cope without shopping at my disposal, tall buildings and copious amounts of people ALL the time, but my intrinsic desire to be surrounded by city life got somewhat lost in my decision to move to Cornwall, of all places. but going home makes me see things in a whole new light. Walking the path I used to take every day to school fills me with a myriad of nostalgic sentiments that lead to a shameful realisation that I took it all for granted.