I'm ridiculously northern.

I must admit right now I'm new to the whole concept of blogging. Apparently it's the 'in' thing to do, and as a slave to every trend, one felt it necessary. The internet as a whole I tend to treat as something that ought to be kept at arms length. I still can't download music or anything like that.
I should probably introduce myself. Tom, 19, Lancashire, Great Britain. I study English Literature at Lancaster University and I quite enjoy it. I spend the vast majority of my life being a sad old lush to be perfectly frank and my musical tastes are apparently questionable. I try and act quite sophisticated, but inevitably result in aping Alan Bennett; I'm ridiculously northern.
Lancaster is quite a nice city to live in. I say 'city', but if anything it's just a bit of an average town. I think the 'city' element came into play after the war (World War II - I say it as if I was there) when the King gave it official status. Someone once said it's the Bath of the north. I don't know which side of Bath they'd seen, but I don't think the two are quite in the same league. Anyway, despite it's size it is pleasant enough. But you could probably do every club in town within two nights. And some of them you wouldn't bother with again.
Anyhoo, 'tis now past the hour of midnight/the witching hour. Another day must dawn and I must read Frankenstein for Monday morning. Perhaps we'll meet again.