A New World?

Dear Blogger,

Today is the day my captain and I reached "India", it took months at sea across the Atlantic and at last we have ended our voyage. We were greeted by a group of confused natives who clearly hadn't the faintest idea that we were coming. I also hear talks of us returning to Europe to tell the authorities that we have finally discovered a new world. I don't know about this, something isn't right.

I have the slightest idea that we are not in India, but I have tried to tell the captain that I have been to India before but he seems determined that I either must have been to a different part or have never been before. Perhaps I got the wrong place he says. I do remember a Moorish man telling me that India is across the Pacific and not the Atlantic ocean but we'll see how the weeks go. Besides, these guys sure do have a lot of gold and a lovely landscape.

The people here call themselves Arowaks (as sketched below, I had this man stand still for hours), if anybody knows of their geographical whereabouts could you please send me a response through pigeonmail, as my captain Chris's laptop battery is dying and we have no mobile signal.

Doomsday London

A photo I took whilst in London and edited using my phone giving it a fiery surreality.

Wallet Vine

My wallet is so sick of being empty it's gone to release a mixtape

Random House

This is a very short story about a landlord and his son.

In 1846, in Gloucester lived a widower named Sir George Landlord, who lived with his son, Edmund.

George did not have much time to see his son as he was always very busy travelling to new lands to buy properties, and with land all over the British Commonwealth, he would take his son on an annual trip to one of his many holiday homes abroad; Jamaica, California, Canada, Barbados, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Hawaii, Kenya, Ghana, India and Egypt were just a few on their list of embarkments.

There was only one problem, Edmund was seasick.For the first 14 years of his life however he had never plucked up the courage to tell his father but after a business trip to the Shetland Islands and enduring a 25 hour sea-storm he finally told George that he had long hesitated in asking the permission to spend his holidays somewhere far more local like London. His father then took pity on his son and replied "Son, it does not matter where I spend my time with you, just that we get our annual holiday. Pick a random building anywhere you like and I will do whatever possible to acquire such a place."

The pair went on to spend the rest of their summers together in the house that Sir George went on to buy for his son, rumour has it you can still see a pair of silhouettes in one of the windows every year on the first Saturday of July.

If you do not believe this story, just go to Vauxhall Bridge Road in London, the evidence is there.

RefME

Are you a student? if so, read on. 

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You can sign up to the website which then allows you access to the mobile app available on Apple and Android. It really is as simple as it sounds and it allows you to then add separate projects each consisting of different references and journals. It also allows you to change the style of referencing with a catalogue of different types including Harvard, Oxford, AOA and MLA.

It really is a useful app to have on your phone.