Raconteur. (Previously The Thing.)

1. The Cultural Circuit isn’t as straight forward as first appears.

2. When you buy Corfe Christmas Hats, you get a Christmas song sung to you.

3. Fangirls do exist.

4. Monkey Jesus makes his way into my advent calendar.

5. You can steal a dinosaur without anyone noticing.

Whey! I know you can hardly contain your excitement, but today has been designated as Richy B Day. Who’s Richy B do you ask? Well, he’s this guy:

Urm… okay.

It was decided that Richy B was far too legendary to not have his own day. So the powers that be (or Ted, either or) created their own holiday to celebrate this one and only party animal.

Ah the days of Geography, Computing and D of E are the memories of yesteryear, but his soul lives on at university, wooping other people in Great Britain with his… talents.

How can you celebrate Richy B day yourself? Well, drop him a comment on his Facebook wall or text him if you have his number. I’m sure there’s various festivities going on in Northampton, if you go there. There’ll be signs up I’m sure.

Failing that, head on over and play this Crappy Game For Simon that I made ages ago featuring the one and only at tinyurl.com/richybgame.

Okay, people. There’s such a thing called ‘common sense’. If you don’t know what that is, you lack it, so go Wiki it. They’re things people are generally expected to know about in conversations of any type, be it professional or personal.

Some things I just don’t know. Some things I know I know but can’t recall it when I need to. Some things I should know, but don’t. That’s what I’m targeting here with a big long list of my common sense downfalls. Seeing as I’ve now posted it here, you can’t just assume I know these facts.

Well now you know. I’m not keeping them secret, I’m telling you now. I’m sure there are plenty more things I don’t know but thanks to their nature, I don’t know I don’t know them. Many thanks!

There was an IMP social last night which, for once, I actually got into. The ones before had either blown or I didn’t go. So I was quite pleased that this one turned out as awesome as I’d hoped. I mean, dressing up as a cow is one thing, but clubbing dressed as a cow, along with penguins, ducks and cavegirls? Even better.

But I didn’t get that far. I decided to make sure a rather out-of-it Chris got back home safely. I couldn’t really afford it, but I paid for the taxi to get him back to his place and decided – as a way to cut costs – just to get the taxi back to Corfe. I never got to go out dressed as a cow.

Now that’s as far as I’m going to take that example. It doesn’t really tie in to what I wanted to talk about, but it’s what triggered my thought process. In what situation would you prioritise other people’s wellbeing over your own?

In that example, I took it upon myself to make sure he’s alright. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself had I decided not to go in the taxi with him and found out he got run over on the way to his house. But let’s replace some variables here (for the lulz, obviously):

That’s all nice and cheery, there. But all these things would play on my decisions. I mean, I know it sounds harsh, but I probably wouldn’t help out a drunken stranger. I have no idea what they’d be like. I mean, they could be harmless, but I don’t want to take the chance. I mean, I hardly know Chris, but he’s in my seminar group, so I kind of knew what he’s like.

Obviously, friends from school I’d make sure got back okay. I’ve known some of them for a good 8 or 9 years, I couldn’t just leave them be, could I.

But in all the other situations involving people I knew (or at least knew of, anyway) I’d go help if nobody else was. I don’t care what sort of time I’m having, as long as it’s not affecting other people. I hate inconveniencing other people. I really hate it.

In Chris’ case, there were plenty of people willing to help him out, but seeing as I was one of them and given the previous paragraph’s contents, I volunteered. They would’ve had more fun out than I would and I don’t know what it was – I just needed to know he got back alright.

Looking at the Facebook pictures of last night it looks like they had a lot of fun out in Bournemouth dressed as various things. I just know that had I just gone with them and let someone else do what I did, I just wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much.

So what would you do? Are you an "Every man for himself" guy, or a "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" type of person?

1. A little bit of confidence goes a long way.

2. Three penguins, three birds, a cavegirl and a cowboy can get into a club no problem.

3. There are strange people on DailyBooth.

4. Tracy doesn’t have an ‘e’ in it.

5. Irony travels as far as Iraq.