The first post

When I was told that I had to write a blog about a particular subject for a module at university, I racked my brain trying to think of something that interests me enough to write about, and a subject that I could sustain writing about for a number of consecutive posts. Ironically, the subject that I eventually chose to write about is a subject that I know very little about, but one that has recently piqued my interest.

I originally intended to write about current films and television programs, since I am studying film and television, however seeing just the bare minimum number of films would have cost me too much money, and the cinema in Aberystwyth isn't exactly your city-sized 30 screen megaplex.. in fact, I'm struggling to remember if the place has two screens or just the one. I've been once. I didn't like it. Television was an option, but getting a reception in my room, even with freeview is nye on impossible. So, I continued to think.. and think.. and think. I definitely didn't want to write about sport, and the majority of my 'interests' would have really pushed my patience when trying to write several posts. Then I thought about writing about an issue that is a little closer to home relating to an ill family member, but I didn't really feel like making that particular subject available to the eyes of everyone on the net, and the idea of pouring my heart out for the purposes of a module at university made me feel uncomfortable.

I also thought I could just write about my day-to-day happenings, like a diary. But what more could I have writtenthan 'got up late, went to lecture, went to bars, woke up on the beach without my wallet' over and over? Student life isn't really all that interesting to other people, plus I really wanted to add another dimension to these posts, something that was tangible to the reader. So, as I thought on this dilemma, I clicked around on a Wikipedia page that I had opened. I could spend all day clicking links on Wikipedia, and reading. I eventually came to a page on public information films. I had seen some British PIF's from all through the years before, usually about a little boy name Charlie that warned of the dangers of strange men and looking both ways before crossing the road. Others I had seen told the viewer of what to do in case of nuclear war (enter your 'fallout room', apparently. If you don't have one, you're up sh*t creek it would seem).