Will World War Z be the end of the Zombie genre?

World War Z has now become one of the most anticipated action/horror films in recent years, but could it spell the end of Zombies as a popular genre?

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The Walking Dead is racist … and in a stupid way

Don’t get me wrong. I love The Walking Dead. It has managed to encapsulate my life in all its forms. The TV show and video game are awesome and one day when I buy the comics I hope I can enjoy them just as much. The TV show, which is now into its 3rd sensational season, is one of the few programs that I will continually watch and haven’t grown tired of in a way that How I Met Your Mother already has (because Ted seriously talks too much about the 87 women he banged before he met the mother).

The AMC production is, in all honesty, perfect and despite some small issues in season 2 (mainly Lori), I have enjoyed every single episode. Yet now, having watched the mid-season finale, the only thing that annoys me is the use of black people in the series. It is literally as though 2 cannot exist in this zombie universe at any one time.

Season 1 – T-Dog & Jacquie – we never really see the two of them talk much and we assume the only reason T-Dog was upset about Jacquie killing herself is because they share the same skin colour. Jacquie is killed off at the end of season 1 leaving T-Dog as the lone survivor.

Season 2 – not a single black person in the series except T-Dog. Atlanta isn’t that bad is it?

Season 3 – Introducing Oscar in episode 2 only to have T-Dog killed off in episode 3. Oscar then basically fills the void left by T-Dog. Oscar acts as a part of the group till episode 8 when he is killed off but it is ok because Tyreese is introduced in the very same episode.

Now I’m assuming that Tyreese is going to be a long-term character in the series since he has an incredible loyal fan base so I can see him lasting as long as T-Dog is. (Words cannot express how disappointed I was when T-Dog was killed off.) Now you may have noticed that I’ve never mentioned Michonne. That’s because she’s never been a part of the main group but now she has joined them, I’m looking forward to her relationship with Tyreese since they get it on in the graphic novel.


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Have Brunel students already lost interest in Subway?

I remember one of the perks of being in Year 10 was being able to go outside of school for lunch. Provided of course that your parents signed a permission slip. So that first day of year 10 was one of the most exciting for everyone in my year. It was almost like a right of passage and the first sign that you were a grown up or at least getting there.

At 12.30, when the bell went, 120 hungry schoolkids ran out and headed to the high street just 5 minutes away. Naturally of course, these were 14/15 year olds so we all went to the same place: McDonalds. Getting a Big Mac in the middle of the day was unheard of and quite frankly I thought most people went there because their parents wouldn’t let them. The queue was out of the door and I waited a good 20 minutes for some chicken nuggets.

The exact same thing happened last week when Subway finally opened. It was like this huge grand golden statue that was uncovered for Brunel students to enjoy. The queue was out of the door and they even ran out of bread at 12.30, just 2 hours after opening. After re-opening at 2pm, the queue was once again out of the door. Apparently the queue was an hour and half long, JUST for a Subway sandwich. Crowd control barriers had to be brought out.

Now, here we are one week later and the atrium, which was once full of students desperate for a fix of meatballs and Italian B.M.T’s is as quiet as it always was. The queue is no longer out of the door and is now as long as a normal Subway in town.

Maybe it was all hype. Maybe students got bored with it and realised it was just a Subway after all. Maybe it was because the staff weren’t ready to deal with the onslaught of last week and were pretty poor. From now on though, Subway will always be a part of Brunel campus. Whether students care about anymore is another question.

P.S – Can anyone please tell me why an Italian BMT is called a BMT? None of the ingredients start with the letters BMT. Silly Subway.


The Best & Worst Of Brunel Freshers Week 2012

So Freshers Week 2012 has been and gone and now term will hit, order restored and Brunel will once again kick-start itself into full on academia mode. That’ll probably last until Friday when everything goes out of the window with all the booze and Academy nightlife. Any way, I thought it would be fun to do a best & worst summary of what happened this past week at Freshers Week 2012.

Worst – The weather

This probably goes without saying but the weather just ruined a lot of the weeks planned events. Trying to motivate contacts who by 11am are already soaking to their wellies was about as difficult as Charlie Sheen trying to avoid humiliating himself whenever he tries to do basically anything. The way the contacts pulled through though and persevered to move in several hundred students was admirable but I have a feeling most of them did it with such efficiency to keep out of the rain.

Best – Freshers who arrive in style

Campus was a wash of Volvos and people carriers on Sunday but occasionally you’ll see people rock up in hired cars, big enough for a family of 4 to move in. And then, on a blue moon, you’ll see someone rock up with the A Team van and show everyone how to move in with style.

Oh and the van behind him also belonged to the same fresher. Clearly they have a lot of crap to move in. Sorry I meant highly necessary personal belongings.

Best – Free stuff at freshers fayre

You don’t have to be a fresher to appreciate freshers fayre. In fact, with this being my 5th freshers fayre, I reckon returners know better how to work freshers fayre, get the best free stuff and know where to avoid. Case in point, I walked out of the IAC with 19 free pizza boxes which I plan on enjoying, and only signed up to 2 societies rather than going mental and thinking “I’m going to sign up for everything because I’m young and independent so why can’t I join the boxing club whilst also appreciating Sci Fi; shut up mum you’re not the boss of me anymore!”

Worst – Trying to run a stall at freshers fayre

Whilst this was my 5th freshers fayre, it was my 4th at running a stall at it and for the life of me I just cannot figure out how to do it properly. Offering freshers free things and not asking them for money is properly the best way to gain interest so that’s what I did. Sweets, stickers, free newspapers and flyers were all offered to students and most seemed interested. Yet probably 25% of freshers walking by weren’t interested at all. So then I started offering free Dominos vouchers and even then people still weren’t interested at all. So to those who turned their nose at me and rolled their eyes I say this.

I hope you spend all of your student loan on food and I will keep these vouchers as long as possible.

Worst – Whoever didn’t open Subway should be shot

I’ve got to say I was pretty keen on having a subway on campus this year but when I found out it wouldn’t be opened until AFTER freshers week, I had one of my mini 10 minute sulks before moving onto the next thing to moan about. This year is the first year that students are paying £9,000 tuition fees and I reckon there are about 4 freshers on campus who answer the question “Why are you going to Brunel?” with the answer “They’ve got a subway on campus.” There is going to be someone to blame. Probably someone who didn’t sign a contract or some nonsense and this person must be found and shot for taking away one of the best things Freshers Week could have provided.

Best – On the other hand, the burger van was pretty awesome

To make up for it, the Angus burger van that parked itself next to the Lecture Centre was an inspired choice. This was because the people working there were fantastic people but mainly because the food was awesome (and free in my case). When I’m drunk and I leave Academy, my first thought isn’t “I could really use an Italian BMT with some ranch dressing on cheese & herb bread”. It is always “someone fetch me a kebab – I don’t care what’s in it.”

Best – “Freshers say the stupidest things”

I reckon I’ve dealt with about 1,000 freshers this week coming up to me at work asking me really stupid questions that any normal human could figured out. The amount of stupid questions I got means I could probably start my own TV show called “Freshers Say The Stupidest Things”. The opening title sequence will always be the following conversation I had with a fresher:

Fresher: “Hi. I’m interested in doing something.”

Me: “Like what?”

Fresher: “Don’t know”

Welcome to university kid.

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Moving Into Halls – Attempt Number 2

So this week began my 5th (yes count it) year at Brunel and unfortunately my last. In a way though there was some sweet irony to the whole thing because, once again, I’ve ended up back in halls where I first started at Brunel way back in ’08. Although it is not the same hall, the whole feeling of being back inside halls feels eerily reminiscent of 4 years ago.

I had no choice but to move back into halls, mainly because all my friends had to go and graduate and become adults, so moving back felt lonely. It was surprising how comforting it felt to have those people around, even if it was just to sit in a room and watch re-runs of The Big Bang Theory, because suddenly things have gotten very quiet. The first 2 days were especially bad so spending as much time as possible out of the room and keeping myself occupied was almost a must. Luckily that was the case and I was at the point of spending just 5 hours a day in the room (which mostly consisted of sleeping).

Yet at the same time, there was this buzzing excitement about this final year and what it may bring. Of course there is the standard 3am library sessions and poor dietary habits but nevertheless there is the feeling I have that this will be the final year where I have the sort of freedom to explore and express myself as I see fit. It is almost as if moving into halls has resulted in this giant yet imaginary countdown clock in my head counting down to the end of the year. Countdown currently says just 247 days left. That is not long at all.

Soon Brunel will be a memory and greener pastures will soon be approaching but for the time being, I am going to enjoy it,  have as much fun as I can so that, come May, I won’t look back at Brunel as a debt.

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This Music Really Does Blow

I get a lot of promotional CD’s through the post. 99% of it is garbage and is usually someone who was knocked out of the X Factor at Boot Camp trying to launch their own music career. Trust me. If you haven’t got SyCo helping you out in some shape or form these days you’re kind of screwed. Anyway, 99% of the music I receive is pure craptrap but occasionally I get something like this through the post. I must say I wasn’t expecting to see a CD called Sex, Drugs & Rock’n’roll through the post first thing on a monday morning but I thought I’d check it out and see what’s what.

^(Please find the artwork the example of the suckiness of this CD)

The Destructors present: Sex & Drugs & RockNRoll. Well there are so many things wrong with this before I even removed the plastic film. Firstly, they call themselves The Destructors. I’m not sure what you’re meant to be destructing or how rebelling through music is going to achieve this but it’s really not that threatening. Nor is the album title. I mean Sex & Drugs & RockNRoll is about as hardcore as a child beating you with a Snickers Duo. Overall, before I’d even opened the case I felt as though this album was written by a bunch of teenagers trying to rebel against their 10 o’clock bed time.

Then there was the track listing. I’ll give you a small taste:

1.) Spitroast F.C

2.) I’m in love with a pornstar

3.) She’s a girl

4.) Butt Plug, Gag and Tit Clamp

Oh I’m going to stop there because otherwise this blog will attract the wrong crowd. Is this meant to be funny, rebellious or ironically stupid. Either way, it certainly comes across stupid and the fact we were discussing this album became a joke in itself at work.

But then I listened to it. You know what … it sucked. It really did. I skipped through all 12 double entendre named tracks within about 5 minutes and I wouldn’t give it the time of day again. The music is poor and describing would require me to think about again which gives me about as much thrill as a monorail would.

What I find ironic is that the tagline for the album is “It’ll blow more than your mind”. No The Destructors. It just blows. Anyone who wants to hold it and seem ironically funny, please feel free to take it off my hands.

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Leaving Brunel

Leaving is hard. Leaving Brunel can be even harder. I’m a prime example of that because I should have left Brunel twice now and yet I’m still here. Try and find Moxey and he’ll tell you even more (8 years and counting?!?). If you head out tonight, or if you were out last night depending on when you read this, you’ll see more drunken tears than drunken fights and that’s all down to what the spirit and community of Brunel that is created by its buzzing and diverse collection of students.

Within the next 12 hours, students will try to cram in as much nonsense as possible as they attempt to have one hell of an “epic” night. Tonight could well be one of the best nights of their student lives but the hangover could be one of the worst as they now attempt to live without Brunel and its community for 3 months before September rocks round all over again. For some it could even worse as tonight could well be the last time they step foot in Isambard’s Kingdom.

The Brunel community is something that should be admired as it squeezes its 16,000 strong into just a few square miles and being in such close quarters has created an amazing atmosphere where everyone knows everyone. Leaving something like this is naturally going to be hard. Brunel is one of a kind and leaving it, whether for a while or permanently, is going to be even harder.

It is not the buildings or the facilities. It is the people within Brunel that make it one hell of a university.

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