The Phoenix Blog

Check out my media project. It’s a magazine aimed at uni students, covering culutural topics. It’s supposed to be aimed at both sexes, but the content doesn’t best represent the male end of things here.

“Rushing down through the forest at what feels like 90 miles per hour, you duck and twist through the trees, loose rocks sliding underneath you and scattering in your wake. Suddenly you’re out of the trees’ tunnelling embrace and the stunning, bright azure sky burns at your eyes. A compression in the ground and you’re flying, pushing the bike through that smooth, clockwork routine that somehow steals your breath and tugs at your heart every time. You land smooth and even; dirt flies up and your eyes stream but you don’t care.”

I just got in from staying at the wonderful Sam’s univeristy residence in Reading.

The train home is normally dull and full of angry commuters. I hate angry commuters! They always do what I have dubbed ‘The Angry Commuter Run’

Picture this: The train is standing at the platform, your watch informs you there are 10 minutes until the train leaves. You’re approximately 10 metres from the train, but OH MY GOD, you are an important business man.

Quick! Let’s do the Angry Commuter Run!

Make sure you jog slowly, but frantically, do the annoying thing where you shoot your arm out to the side to hitch up your sleeve, before bending your arm to check your watch, eyes straight ahead, frown upon thy brow, and FOCUS!! CATCH THAT TRAIN! look concerned, mouth some Important Commuter words to yourself, and hop on the train. Then, sit there for 10 bloody minutes til the train leaves anyway. No matter, you nailed that run.

Congratulations, you are an Angry Commuter Champion.

This makes me angry, as angry commuters often push past with a huff and a puff on the tube/ platform, when really their only purpose is to look Important. Bloody commuters.

This commuter was probably doing it.

But I sidetrack – on the train home I was reading Ride BMX, as you do when MBUK is frankly rubbish, and nowhere in Dunstable sells Dirt (mmm, Dirt). Some extreme sports looking guy is all ‘what are you reading, do you skate?’ And we were off! An entertaining 20 minutes of banter about snowboarding and mountain biking. MAN I love the extreme sports world, there are so many genuinely safe people. I am most happy and in the whole, less disillusioned with humanity than usual.

PLUS Cadbury’s have read my mind and finally made creme egg bars. Here’s a fact for you:

“Cadbury Creme Egg was introduced by Cadbury brothers in the early 1920’s and was first available in 1923, but the Creme Egg as we know it today was not made until 1971.“

Check THIS out.

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The clingfilm is off, and it’s going all scabby and gross! But seriously, how sweet did it turn out? I’m really chuffed.

This link is for cool people

SO It’s back to 6th form tomorrow . It’s been a good holiday though! Check out my riding photos!

Here’s me squinting at Jon because he kept taking damn photos!

A hard day’s work.

I learnt to drop at Chicksands with Matt, then sessioned (well, hardly) the dual track before Jon decided he was in fact crippled and we had to go to A&E! Trauma. (OK so I decided he had no choice in the matter and sort of shouted til he drove to A&E)

Oooh, and guess who got a tattoo! I might upload a photo if I’m feeling daring.

Huzzah!
So, I’m home from a week of mild sun, too much wind, plenty of biking and not enough Easter at Sam’s. Who else knew Easter was next weekend anyway? Damn festivals.

Much hilarity ensued as Sam rode his new BMX for the first time after having traded in the mountain bike for a ridiculously small but undeniably sexy Red Line. Highlights included the epic ride with friends of Sam and another random BMX kid who could randomly pull flatlands tricks but not so much as a 180. Bizarre.

I’ll like, post some pictures and say something interesting if I can be arsed.

Blogs are hard.

Happy 6 Month Anniversary Mr Sam Bassett.

I love you!

If you are reading this and you know me, DON’T TELL MY MOTHER.

I’m thinking about getting a tattoo in a week or so.

So, it’s the Fox logo, they make bike stuff. You might think it’s gay, in fact, you probably do, but it actually symbolizes quite a lot, such as:
1) The oppurtunities biking has presented me ie gap year to Canada
2) The meeting of my Sam, Matt and Jon who are too cool for words
3) Fun fun fun
4) Realizing dreams etc (yeah i know it’s cheesy, but so’s the tattoo)

So anyway, if I don’t die of ink poisoning from renewing it every 5 minutes, I’m SO getting it done.

SO…

It’s half past tomorrow, and on some ridiculous whim I’ve made a blog.

First things first then, my name is Nat, and you only have permission to call me Natalie if you:
a) are angry at me
b) want me to dislike you
c) are called

I’m assuming we’re all well aquainted with the fine art of Toast Writing.

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SOME FACTS

I like to ride my bicycle, play my ‘Cello, do lots of random fun things, be an atheist, and generally try and get as much fun out of life as possible.

I play guitar and drums also, and have a strange and completely unjustified obsession with all things Japanese, which I hope to study at SOAS in 2007. As soon as I finish my A levels (Media [yeah, I know], English Lit/ Lang, Music Tech and German AS) I intend to bugger off to Canada with my good friend Matt and lovely boyfriend Sam for a year of drugs, sex and rock ‘n’ roll. Well, more like a year of being a bum and riding my bike at Whistler bike park. Either way it’s all good.

So yeah, I’m having a love affair with power metal and most kinds of guitar based music really.

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PICTURES OF THINGS I LIKE, AND I THINK YOU SHOULD TOO

This is my purple 24seven V24 which I love with all of my heart, and possibly in an erotic manner. It shall henceforth be referred to as The Purple, because it is. Ooh incidentally, my lucky number is 24.

This is my best mate Laura, and next to her you can find me. This photo was taken by me (in a rather cheeky manner) at our 18th last November. It was a Masked Ball, because, well, we felt like it. As you can see she’s crying, and I’m laughing and taking a photo of it. Tough love, tough love.

This is my cat, der Phoenix heißt. Before you ask, my random thing with the word Phoenix came before the cat did.
He’s pretty cool, but too stupid to use a catflap. LOL.

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JUST REMEMBER:

1) Never try and tell me iPods are good, because iDislike iPods iNgeneral.
2) Never try and persuade me The Kaiser Chiefs or the majority of ‘The’ music is good, because it’s rubbish and makes me want to die.
3) I [heart] Sam Bassett.
4) Dream Theater and Sonata Arctica are good.
5) :3