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Wednesday, September 22, 2004
I'm upset. And for once it has nothing to do with my personal life. I have been touched deeply by Ken Biggley. As we speak he has been spared, the two Americans sacrificed because a British person is seen to give more bargaining power.
These people are animals, worse than animals. They are not 'human, humane', they have the barbaric nature of lions and bears and sharks who rip their prey to pieces. Yet those animals kill for food, to survive. The creatures we see on our TV, the cowards covered in black to hide their identity, they kill for the sake of it, because they are nobodies, no education, have no respect from their communities, so they join a cause, a cause that will make them feel that they are making a difference, that they are important 'martars'.
It's sick, it's a shame. I have no disrespect for muslim people, i think it is a nice religion, but it does have a very dark side, just like catholicism has a dark side. Recruiting people. The thing that makes my skin crawl.
Muslims are recruited in prisons all over the UK and USA, doubtless other countries, people who need a cause, support, to feel that they belong. They are easy prey.
I think what is needed is for all the decent people and muslims in Iraq and all over the world to say. This is not right. We do not condone this. We do not behave like this and we want peace.
I hope that Ken Biggley makes it safe back to his family. That all the soldiers out there make it back in one piece and have a tail to tell. That the people of Iraq find peace and have a safe place to live at long last.
These people are animals, worse than animals. They are not 'human, humane', they have the barbaric nature of lions and bears and sharks who rip their prey to pieces. Yet those animals kill for food, to survive. The creatures we see on our TV, the cowards covered in black to hide their identity, they kill for the sake of it, because they are nobodies, no education, have no respect from their communities, so they join a cause, a cause that will make them feel that they are making a difference, that they are important 'martars'.
It's sick, it's a shame. I have no disrespect for muslim people, i think it is a nice religion, but it does have a very dark side, just like catholicism has a dark side. Recruiting people. The thing that makes my skin crawl.
Muslims are recruited in prisons all over the UK and USA, doubtless other countries, people who need a cause, support, to feel that they belong. They are easy prey.
I think what is needed is for all the decent people and muslims in Iraq and all over the world to say. This is not right. We do not condone this. We do not behave like this and we want peace.
I hope that Ken Biggley makes it safe back to his family. That all the soldiers out there make it back in one piece and have a tail to tell. That the people of Iraq find peace and have a safe place to live at long last.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
There is a programme on TV called 5 things I hate about you, where couples bitch about each other.
Here is my list:
1. I hate the way you walk around the flat with your shoes and bring in all the dirt off the street. in fact you are currently lying on the bed with your shoes on. Your shoes really are not that great. Unless your socks smell in which case leave them on.
2. I hate the way you pick me up to go to yours and when we get the door you announce that you are going next door to watch football. And then come back only to get beer.
3. I hate the way when I come round to yours you spend all evening calling the entire contents of your phone book and when you stop to have a rest turn over what I am watching on TV to watch football and then get back on the phone.
4. I hate the way you whinge all the time at me. LA LA LA LA I can't hear you.
5. I hate the way I start talking to you and realise that you are actually talking to someone else on the mobile.
5 things I love about my dog.
1. He is happy when I come home.
2. He lets me stroke his tummy and sticks his arm out for me to hold.
3. He comes into my room in the morning and wakes me up by nudging my arm or face until I stroke him.
4. We share my food. (Smoked salmon sandwiches are his favourite)
3. He doesn't own a mobile phone.
Actually talking about mobile phones, I nearly killed someone the other day in a Bus Stop Rage incident. Some fat asian boy who for some reason thought he was black insisted on talking into his mobile, which he had on speakerphone. He spoke 10 times louder than necessary and was talking about all this great 'K reg Golf with only 90k miles on the clock' 'It's already speced up and it's got tinted winduz so I dun af ta spend any more money on it' 'Yeah it's only 2k' Loser
Here is my list:
1. I hate the way you walk around the flat with your shoes and bring in all the dirt off the street. in fact you are currently lying on the bed with your shoes on. Your shoes really are not that great. Unless your socks smell in which case leave them on.
2. I hate the way you pick me up to go to yours and when we get the door you announce that you are going next door to watch football. And then come back only to get beer.
3. I hate the way when I come round to yours you spend all evening calling the entire contents of your phone book and when you stop to have a rest turn over what I am watching on TV to watch football and then get back on the phone.
4. I hate the way you whinge all the time at me. LA LA LA LA I can't hear you.
5. I hate the way I start talking to you and realise that you are actually talking to someone else on the mobile.
5 things I love about my dog.
1. He is happy when I come home.
2. He lets me stroke his tummy and sticks his arm out for me to hold.
3. He comes into my room in the morning and wakes me up by nudging my arm or face until I stroke him.
4. We share my food. (Smoked salmon sandwiches are his favourite)
3. He doesn't own a mobile phone.
Actually talking about mobile phones, I nearly killed someone the other day in a Bus Stop Rage incident. Some fat asian boy who for some reason thought he was black insisted on talking into his mobile, which he had on speakerphone. He spoke 10 times louder than necessary and was talking about all this great 'K reg Golf with only 90k miles on the clock' 'It's already speced up and it's got tinted winduz so I dun af ta spend any more money on it' 'Yeah it's only 2k' Loser
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
i was sick off work today. I went in on Monday cos, well, there was a job to do and only I could do it. I told folk at work that i had come in to make everyone sick so that i could have a quiet week once i was better and everyone else was ill. So i took today off to recover. I might have been better off at work.
I now know what my mum does while we are at work. Mad things. Crazy mad things. Mother has bad lungs from smoking for over 45 years, so she tried to get me to stay in my room by sticking biohazard tape round my bedroom and spraying everything i touched with detol spray. Like it's MY fault.
if that wasn't bad enough, once i was downstairs she wanted to listen to her 'bag pipes CD' these are actually pan pipes CDs. At one point I called Eric in tears cos I was having to listen to Elvis a la pan pipes at full volumn. It really was more than I could take. Plus the fact that she was trying to sing along :( Cough cough cough.
Other news. saw young Namibian neighbour bwoy with a 6 inch knife in his jacket. Was threatening young girls with it. loser. was thinking of grassing him up to his dad. maybe.
I now know what my mum does while we are at work. Mad things. Crazy mad things. Mother has bad lungs from smoking for over 45 years, so she tried to get me to stay in my room by sticking biohazard tape round my bedroom and spraying everything i touched with detol spray. Like it's MY fault.
if that wasn't bad enough, once i was downstairs she wanted to listen to her 'bag pipes CD' these are actually pan pipes CDs. At one point I called Eric in tears cos I was having to listen to Elvis a la pan pipes at full volumn. It really was more than I could take. Plus the fact that she was trying to sing along :( Cough cough cough.
Other news. saw young Namibian neighbour bwoy with a 6 inch knife in his jacket. Was threatening young girls with it. loser. was thinking of grassing him up to his dad. maybe.
Sunday, September 05, 2004
My weekend.
Friday was our posponed aniversary. We met at the Hogs head in Camden with a few of our friends. eric and I turned up at exactly the same time which was cool. Other friends followed. We drank our own choice of brew and talked and sang and talked about ideal weddings.
Weddings: I informed my sister a few days ago, that if I were to marry it would be my porogative to put her in the nastiest blamangue dress. 'Not coming, i don't wear dresses'. So what pray tell will you wear my chicklet? Wait for it... a ... my god... a Sari, in a synagogue, a sari. Pourquoi? Okay so I'm picturing something ivory, no red and gold. Um okay so that's sorted.
back to the wedding, I was thinking receptionwise, Aly Paly, reception in one of the rooms and then an ice skating disco. Severed fingers are us. Or perhaps a reception in the reptile house at London Zoo. All other suggestions on a postcard.
So then someone ordered shots. 10 for £8, not very nice shots, flavoured and sugery, x2. by the end of the night after much singing and merriment i realised that only 13 of the 20 shot glasses remained. As we left, one of our party gathered up the remaining shot glasses and just walked out with them, followed by shouts of THEIF THEIF from a stuck up skanky bitch who was sitting outside. Fridged whore. Anyway, it was quite funny, specially when he dropped most of them a few minutes later. Drove home very merry, singing to the radio and listening to a story about someone slapping someone with a ham sandwich.
Saturday - Me flying a plane.
Finally took the flying lesson that I got last Xmas from Eric. An hour and a half later than planned I was about to take off. Eric seated in the back with the camcorder. The flight was cool, peice of P bit a stearing and all. Went all the way to Coventry in 30mins! Flew over Silverstone and saw a buch of F off big houses with swimming pools and tennis coarts. Grumble grumble. landing was cool. got back and watched the video and eric sounded like he was being chased by the Blair Witch. Oh my Gawd, this is the worst time of my WHOLE life. My mum was laughingher head off. Big baby.
Sunday - Dog show and BBQ.
Took Louis back to the dogs home which he came from, entered him for 2 classes and he didn't win a thing. Still think that judge is too snobby cos Lucifer is tres handsome. All the ladies like him anyway. Plus one male greyhound who was right after his non existant nutz. He barked at him. Funny but the plane that I flew in yesterday passed over us. Red and white one.
Pictures to follow.
Friday was our posponed aniversary. We met at the Hogs head in Camden with a few of our friends. eric and I turned up at exactly the same time which was cool. Other friends followed. We drank our own choice of brew and talked and sang and talked about ideal weddings.
Weddings: I informed my sister a few days ago, that if I were to marry it would be my porogative to put her in the nastiest blamangue dress. 'Not coming, i don't wear dresses'. So what pray tell will you wear my chicklet? Wait for it... a ... my god... a Sari, in a synagogue, a sari. Pourquoi? Okay so I'm picturing something ivory, no red and gold. Um okay so that's sorted.
back to the wedding, I was thinking receptionwise, Aly Paly, reception in one of the rooms and then an ice skating disco. Severed fingers are us. Or perhaps a reception in the reptile house at London Zoo. All other suggestions on a postcard.
So then someone ordered shots. 10 for £8, not very nice shots, flavoured and sugery, x2. by the end of the night after much singing and merriment i realised that only 13 of the 20 shot glasses remained. As we left, one of our party gathered up the remaining shot glasses and just walked out with them, followed by shouts of THEIF THEIF from a stuck up skanky bitch who was sitting outside. Fridged whore. Anyway, it was quite funny, specially when he dropped most of them a few minutes later. Drove home very merry, singing to the radio and listening to a story about someone slapping someone with a ham sandwich.
Saturday - Me flying a plane.
Finally took the flying lesson that I got last Xmas from Eric. An hour and a half later than planned I was about to take off. Eric seated in the back with the camcorder. The flight was cool, peice of P bit a stearing and all. Went all the way to Coventry in 30mins! Flew over Silverstone and saw a buch of F off big houses with swimming pools and tennis coarts. Grumble grumble. landing was cool. got back and watched the video and eric sounded like he was being chased by the Blair Witch. Oh my Gawd, this is the worst time of my WHOLE life. My mum was laughingher head off. Big baby.
Sunday - Dog show and BBQ.
Took Louis back to the dogs home which he came from, entered him for 2 classes and he didn't win a thing. Still think that judge is too snobby cos Lucifer is tres handsome. All the ladies like him anyway. Plus one male greyhound who was right after his non existant nutz. He barked at him. Funny but the plane that I flew in yesterday passed over us. Red and white one.
Pictures to follow.
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
Today has been possibly the worst day of my life. Excluding of course those when people have died. Maybe. Was dumped at the hospital to have tests to find out if I'm gonna kark it any time soon and am now spending a 'wonderful' evening in front of old comedy reruns on UK Gold after having been yelled at for saying I was having a terrible time.
It's my anniversary.
[snip]
Okay, my dad alwasy used to say, Don't food shop when you are hungrey, now i am saying 'Don't write your blog when you are upset. As it happened, the remote was right next to me only I hadn't seen it, so I changed over and the rest of the night was okay. i was promised somethig to make up for it on Friday.
It's my anniversary.
[snip]
Okay, my dad alwasy used to say, Don't food shop when you are hungrey, now i am saying 'Don't write your blog when you are upset. As it happened, the remote was right next to me only I hadn't seen it, so I changed over and the rest of the night was okay. i was promised somethig to make up for it on Friday.
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