{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Sgwrs Tei Bow","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.clarkeroberts.co.uk\/cy","author_name":"Clarke Roberts","author_url":"https:\/\/www.clarkeroberts.co.uk\/cy\/author\/clarke-roberts\/","title":"A Quartet of Complaint. | Bow Tie Talks","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"N7AZwEtew7\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.clarkeroberts.co.uk\/cy\/2013\/05\/01\/quartet-of-complaint\/\">Pedwarawd o Gwynion.<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.clarkeroberts.co.uk\/cy\/2013\/05\/01\/quartet-of-complaint\/embed\/#?secret=N7AZwEtew7\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;A Quartet of Complaint.&#8221; &#8212; Bow Tie Talks\" data-secret=\"N7AZwEtew7\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script>\n\/*! 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My my, it has been a while hasn&#8217;t it? For once I intend not to bore you with politics or perplex you with the wonders of my theological musings but instead, just want to have a little bit of a chat to you, let you know what&#8217;s going on and all; don&#8217;t you miss those days when I&#8217;d write random garbage on my blog? I know I do. So whilst I&#8217;m sat here with my eyes streaming, sinuses pounding and nose red from the constant skin-to-tissue contact it&#8217;s had today, let me fill you in. First and foremost let me talk about the most pressing matter on my mind at the moment: I&#8217;m ill. Last week it was conjunctivitis kindly provided by my 8-week old kitten (more on that later) and this week, it&#8217;s either a constant allergic reaction to said feline, or an horrendous bout of man flu; knowing me it&#8217;s probably neither and I&#8217;m merely exaggerating a little sniffle and a light cough, but you all know how I like to dabble with hyperbole, so indulge me please? Secondly I must stress to you that it is only four\u00a0weeks until I finish my degree&#8230;four weeks! Where has the time gone? I can remember clearly, being dropped off at 2 Lang House, The Grange in September 2010 busting with excitement at the prospect of the unknown thrills and adventures that awaited me in the then coming three years. Now I&#8217;m sat, surrounded by theology and philosophy text books listening to Prince and checking the time, wondering why on Earth I ever decided to embark on this degree. No, perhaps that&#8217;s unfair. Everyone knows I love my course, just the stress of having 11,000 words left to write before I can embark on life&#8217;s next big trip can be slightly overwhelming at times. Never mind eh? The bottle of Australian Shiraz in the kitchen will keep me sane. Section three &#8211; a discussion of why I never want children. Unfortunately that isn&#8217;t the title of one of the sections from my dissertation; I&#8217;m sure if it was it&#8217;d be a lot more entertaining for you to read than the current topic (an analysis of John Hick&#8217;s Christology for those of you who were curious). Having said that I could probably write a dissertation on why I never want children, but for now I could easily sum that statement up with one word: Finley. Oh, sorry. I haven&#8217;t introduced you to Finley have I? Finley is my new feline companion and in the last two weeks that I&#8217;ve had the pleasure of having him, has cost me more in vets bills than I spend on champagne in Vudu for someone&#8217;s leaving do\/birthday\/general desire to see Clarke waste his money. Firstly it was conjunctivitis which as mentioned earlier, was kindly passed on to yours truly, then it was what the vet decided to call &#8216;cat flu&#8217;, which I think is professional jargon for &#8216;let&#8217;s try and fleece this student [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net\/hphotos-ak-frc1\/v\/911750_10151629961461419_744435449_n.jpg?oh=d692bfffbeb1427dfbd8c2573fa11423&amp;oe=518212B8&amp;__gda__=1367483352_943aeb2a49fd0320f83d25851d068208"}