Happy Birthday, George...

It was 64 years ago, in Wavertree, Liverpool, that George Harrison, notably remembered as "the quiet Beatle" was born to Harold and Louise. He joined the Beatles, then known as The Quarry Men, in 1957, intially as a fill-in when one of the regular members couldn't make it. Eventually, he became a full-fledged member of the band....and the rest is history....

Beatles songs bearing the Harrison signature include favourites such as While My Guitar Gently Weeps, Something (which Frank Sinatra described as being the best love song ever written), and (my personal favourite) Here Comes the Sun. After the Beatles break up in 1970, George was the first Beatle with a successful solo career with his triple album All Things Must Pass topping the charts. Unfortunately, he was then sued by Lonnie Mack for plagiarism. "My Sweet Lord" was thought to be too similar to Mack's "He's So Fine". Mack won the case, and George was convicted for unintentional plagiarism. He made a great come-back with "This Song", which basically was a mockery of the trial.

It's hard to find an absolute favourite George Harrison song....as a solo artist (as well as with the Travelling Wilburys) he had many great hits. However, if I had to choose just one, it would have to be "I Live For You", from All Things Must Pass, Disc 1. It's not a very well-known song...but I just love it.

Anyways...this wasn't meant to be yet another Harrison biography page...merely a tribute to one of the world's best singers/songwriters of all time...a spiritual, warm man who's undoubtedly watching us from above.

Happy Birthday, George!

Help!! Not just anybody....HEEEELLLPPPPP

And once again....viva l-Beatles.

Why did I not take Literature at Uni???

Literature students read the books we read for pleasure as part of their course....and they dont have to bother about crappy chemistry. AND they're not thought insane for analysing books and finding their different levels....

I chose the wrong subjects...and I should have done something about it ages ago...when I first realised. I want to study something I am actually excited about; something I actually care about and enjoy....Do I care about chemistry? If someone were to call me tomorrow and say that science stopped existing as from yesterday not only would I not be sad....I'd actually be relieved. Relieved that I wouldn't have to play the part of the geeky chemist anymore. Happy to be finally rescued from my self-inflicted confines.....It's like I enjoy making decisions that are bound to have masochistic consequences.

Nevermind. Only the last few months of science then I dont need to speak to it ever again. Unfortunately Mrs Friggieri was right....and even more unfortunate is the fact that I didn't take any notice of what she told me. Too late. I'll finish this chapter in my book of days and then it will be closed forever. Don't worry. I'm not quitting uni. Not now. Doesnt mean I enjoy science...I never did...but Malta is Malta. Unless you're a science geek, doctor or nurse, engineer, architect or lawyer (or you're blonde) you're an under-achiever or, even worse, a housewife. Or....(worst case scenario)...a blonde housewife whose only goal in life shifts from being that of grabbing yourself a potential husband, to actually making yourself his wife, to the ultimate glorious task of turning into a baby-machine. Oh the joy.

So I guess I just have to secretly frown while everyone else thinks I care about molecules....or I could stay abroad, work in a bookshop and get by, and not give a rat's ass what people think...

Sorry....had to get it all out. Makes me want to not come home...I don't like crying over things like this. I don't like crying, in general. But I've been lying all this time. I only chose Science at O'Level because a teacher once told me I paid attention during Science lessons in Form 1. That was it. That was the only reason. One comment, from one teacher. And I've regretted it ever since. I never enjoyed it and, let's face it, was never any good at it. Maths I can do, because it makes sense to me. But I can't stand Biology, I absolutely hate Chemistry, and Physics makes me want to throw up. I could have taken the advice of the other teachers who said I should write books....or those who later on in life said I should switch to languages.....and who then also said (during my Pharmacy finals) that it's never too late to unleash one's true path....But what's my path? One thing just led to another...and here I am....

HELP!