I did it first. Jus' saying, like: The "couldn't think of a name for the blog" blog blogging blog. Subject: Blogging (and the imminent end of an era).

So, the blogging bandwagon is quite obviously up and running and although nobody knows it, I was kinda there first. :P

As with most of the new crop of bloggers, I started it as a therapeutic thing, then gave up 'cos I thought it was getting a bit whiny, plus I was scared of the fact that I actually had a readership - in Germany, of all places - and I felt under pressure to make sure I was writing good stuff. Hence me saying to people starting blogs "make sure you've got something to say first". I know how much I would hate to be the person reading my blog, sat there thinking "good God, man: Get a sodding life and quit whining". It's not that I think my mates are as boring as me but I'm just the kinda guy who likes to impart advice, it's usually advice people don't need, but there you go.

As it happens, the blogs are largely of a high quality - one in particular is brilliant, in fact - although I do slightly regret that I have to read blogs to get into my friends' heads, rather than hearing it from the horse's mouth, if you'll pardon the expression.

Guess I'm guilty of the same thing, though, given that I'm writing a blog myself now. Meh, I suppose we'll just have to roll with it.

Anyway, now for the actual blog. You see, I hope to do more than talk about the new blogging trend in this blog, that's been done already and I feel like I should do something different. Not that I'm quite sure what to write about. Anyway, time for the blog within the blog.

It's been a mixed day, the trip to see Star Wars Episode I in 3D was brilliant and included good times with some great mates, and watching the England game was much more enjoyable than I would usually have found it, but the shock news on the football front - the sacking of Gary Megson, manager of my team Sheffield Wednesday - took me aback somewhat but none of those seem good blog material.

The main thing that's been occupying my mind is the G-bomb: Graduation. [I'd appreciate it if when you read that word you could imagine scary music and thunder and lightning in the background. Cheers]

Anyway, the point is Uni has actually been the best time of my life and the end is nigh [again, cue scary effects]. It's terribly cliche but you don't what you've got 'til it's gone (or going) and I'm just starting to appreciate what I've got here. I'm sure everyone's sick and tired of my whinging about how I'm not looking forward to the end of uni and I am so sorry about how I keep going on about it. Me being a depressive git must get so wearing.

But the truth is that this experience has been so formative to me and I have absolutely no idea how life's going to go after graduation, except that it'll most likely be rubbish. There's no jobs out there and there are definitely none that will give me more long and lazy Thursdays in the chaplaincy lounge. Friday five-a-side has gone and random midnight walks to Burley Park would be much more serious undertakings, given the hugely increased distance between me and the destination.

So I'm sorry for wallowing in despair but that's just me, I wear my heart on my sleeve and get too caught up in my emotions. If you're going to read this blog, prepare for the worst of what blogging can be, prepare for whining and first-world problems, prepare, in fact, for me to do everything I'd tell you not to do.

So, yeah. This isn't me jumping on the bandwagon, just me saying that I did this before it was cool and all over Facebook. I guess I'm feeling a little hipster today, he says, hoping to God he got the slang right.