Not really rood.

Big theme for this blog, kiddos. Inspiration. Or lack thereof. A little nagging feeling has been sat at the back of my little brain for the past few weeks. It was - for the most part - because I (attempt to) maintain several blogs of various themes and under various guises. Since I have been married I have updated all of them once. It's coming on to three months, now. The happiest three months of my life - may I add. But three months nonetheless. So I am now going to ramble at you, dear reader, for a short while to fill my self-set quota for this here blog.

I went to Camelot yesterday. It was amazing. Camelot amazing. We had a great time on the rides and although it's a bit of a trek with a wheelchair, it wasn't the busy. I'm always amazed at people who seem to be either completely oblivious to someone pushing a wheelchair or being completely oblivious to the fact that they are unable to phase through objects. People just wander towards it, fully expecting it to be as easy to move in a different direction as walking itself. THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. If it weren't for my unwillingness to cause people pain by knocking their shins with the bottom of the chair, people would have a lot of sore shins from being knocked by me with the bottom of the chair. If you see someone in a wheelchair, don't be afraid to step to the side. We don't mind.

The X factor is back! Once again, we trawl through the dregs of Britain's... voices, I guess. That's probably most accurate. It's what it is. We'll see outward-panning shots of people being told to cheer and shout; sweeping clips of everyone waving; quickly fading in and out footage of the judges arriving in their various idioms; cheery shots of groups; blue-tinted images of people on their own talking about how someone died or how their dog's last bark sounded like it was telling them to sing; Simon winking at a pretty lady; the judges shouting at each other; slow piano music playing over a solitary figure walking somewhere; and - as it would appear - one girl punching a former friend in the face. I can't wait.

That's all for now. As always, here's a promise to keep updating more often and all that. I'm off to pack up the rest of our things with my wife and get ready to move fully. It's exciting. I honestly couldn't recommend marriage enough. It's so much fun. I'm not sure when I'll be able to update next - we're needing to save up for some sort of internet connection at our new house. When we have one, I will write more. Maybe I'll have something to write about then, too.

Not so much a theme, but I've at least said the word inspiration twice. That was the second time.

Until next time, folks. Please come back.