It's getting dark ouside and it feels like 6pm. But thanks to the peculiarities of British time-keeping methods it is, in reality, 5pm.
Now we can all look forward to dark evenings and dark mornings. Yay. ¬_¬
And yes, I am still running on JMT...
This morning (or if you would rather, afternoon) I came across this in my e-mail inbox. Whilst I usually delete most forwards I receive since they are usually complete and utter bollocks in the extreme, I felt I had to speak out against the sheer ignorance and stupidity that is displayed in this rather pathetic piece of writing.
(Note: All quotations are indented, the rest are my comments).
Story in a National Newspaper
Will we still be the Country of choice and still be Gt Britain if we continue to make the changes forced on us by the people from other countries that came to live in Britain because it is the Country of Choice??????
Think about it . .
All I have to say is, when will they do something about MY RIGHTS? I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings.
It's not a Christmas holiday, it's a Winter Break. Isn't it amazing how this winter break ALWAYS occurs over the Christmas holiday? We've gone so far the other way, bent over backwards to not offend anyone, that I am now being offended.
But it seems that no one has a problem with that.
This says it all!
This is an editorial written by a British citizen, published in a National newspaper He did quite a job; didn't he? Read on, please!
IMMIGRANTS,
NOT BRITS MUST ADAPT.
I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on the 7th of the 7th we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Brits. However, the disgust about the attacks had barely settled when the "politically correct " crowd began complaining about the possibility that our patriotism was offending others.
I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to Britain, Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. (The Danes, Romans ect.)
However, there are a few things that those who have recently come to our country, and apparently some born here, need to understand. This idea of the Brits being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Britain's we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle. This culture has been developed over centuries of struggles, trials, and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom.
We speak ENGLISH, not Indian, Urdu, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become partof our society, learn the language!
"Land of Hope & Glory" is our motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.
It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools.
If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.
If the 'Union Jack' flag offends you, the cross offends you, or you don't like our QUEEN, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from.
This is OUR COUNTRY, our land, and our lifestyle. Our Laws give every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so! But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our lifestyle our government, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great BRITISH freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
It is Time for Gt. Britain to Speak up. If you agree -- pass this along; if you don't agree -- delete it!
anon..
AMEN
I think if we all keep passing this to our friends (and enemies) it will also, sooner or later get back to the complainers, lets all try, please.
Best regards,
Mick Wheeler
I celebrate Christmas, but because it isn't celebrated by everyone, we can no longer say Merry Christmas. Now it has to be Season's Greetings.
It's not a Christmas holiday, it's a Winter Break.
This is an editorial written by a British citizen...
I am not against immigration, nor do I hold a grudge against anyone who is seeking a better life by coming to Britain, Our population is almost entirely made up of descendants of immigrants. (The Danes, Romans ect.)
This idea of the Brits being a multicultural community has served only to dilute our sovereignty and our national identity. As Britain's we have our own culture, our own society, our own language and our own lifestyle.
We speak ENGLISH, not Indian, Urdu, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society, learn the language!
"Land of Hope & Glory" is our motto. This is not some Christian, right wing, political slogan. We adopted this motto because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented.
If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.
If the 'Union Jack' flag offends you, the cross offends you, or you don't like our QUEEN, then you should seriously consider a move to another part of this planet. We are happy with our culture and have no desire to change, and we really don't care how you did things where you came from.
Our Laws give every citizen the right to express his opinion and we will allow you every opportunity to do so!
But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about our flag, our lifestyle our government, or our way of life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great BRITISH freedom, THE RIGHT TO LEAVE.
It is Time for Gt. Britain to Speak up.
I think all my friends are ignoring me. It seems none of them actually want to pay £60 at the very least for the displeasure of a 7-hour train journey to Aberywtwyth to come and see me. It seems like none of us ever go out as a group anymore, just because we are in different parts of the country, or in some of our cases aren't even in the same country anymore. It's all just an excuse for people to avoid me.
To symbolise my misery I have written a poem, entitled "Today, I am feeling rather Brian". I can't actually be bothered to copy it here, but if you imagine 20 different metaphors for me cutting open my wrists and then sodimizing a giraffe, you should get the general idea.
My love life is also crap. Or at least it probably would be if I had one. In fact I am so upset about this, I am going to go now and put some glockenspiels on spikes.
But hey, don't worry about me, I have a puke inducing bottle of Bordeaux and a jar of relish to keep me company through these long and lonely nights in the middle of nowhere.
Currently listening to: Genesis - Back In N.Y.C
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go.
Interesting how it came to be refered to as the "great" war...
Granted - great does not neccisarily mean good - it could instead simply mean large or big, or some-such.
But then why not call it the large war? The big war? The collosal war? The extensive war? But no, for some reason it became refered to in History as "great", a word that has quite strong conotations of being good, beneficial... even desirable.
So would someone please explain to me why it is called the "great" war? Since I fail to see how anyone could describe war as being good, beneficial or desirable...
I have now arrived in Wales. Yes, I am fully aware that this post is more than a week old. I would also like to ask you all to kindly please ignore the previous post - I was drunk and suffering from a bout of rather severe depression one night, and I was ranting and babling about things which are probably best not spilt onto these pages.
We departed from Hastings at around midnight on the 24th. Leaving home was probably the hardest part for me. Watching all of my possesions being loaded into the car, and having to sit by and watch as my room was stripped bare with only a few things left was tough. The room was no longer mine, but having only been at that house for two years kind of lessened the sensation of leaving home. I felt as if I had "left" home when we moved out of our old house and went to Pett - I never enjoyed living there, for reasons quite beyond me since the village is quite pretty, but I digress. After checking, double checking, tripple checking, re-checking, and having a last quick check that I had packed absolutely everything we finally managed to depart from Pett at around midnight on the 24th. And even after searching the house from top to bottom to make sure I had everything, for the first half of the journey I still couldn't get rid of that horrible feeling that you have left something importnat behind. Thankfully this later turned out to be completely unfounded when I discovered that I had in fact bought perhaps a little too much stuff. Driving through Pett at midnight was a rather eerie experience - the place was pitch dark and there was mist everywhere which gave the place an almost ethereal feel. Driving along the route to my old school - the route that I was so used to and knew of by heart from the past two years also bought back quite a bit of nostaligia - and once again I was reminded that I was not to return to the place that I had been studying for the past 7 years. Luckily, as soon as we got out of the Hastings area, and as the roads became unrecognisable all of this left me, and was instead replaced by a mixture of excitement and anticipation at what lay in store for me upon arrival in Wales. Leaving home had been the hardest part, but the journey seemed to take my mind of things, and I had resolved myself to the fact that I was on my way, and there was now going back.
The journey turned out to be rather uneventful in the end. We got lost only once, and even this was nothing spectacular. As we crossed over the Severn and into Wales I began to feel a little apprehensive again, but this was short lived. After what seemed like an age on roads that went up and down hills constantly, we finally arrived in Aber-bloody-ystwyth at around 7.30 in the morning, with an hour and a half to spare before the univeristy opened. If I had of been feeling a little better I would have walked about and explored, but not having had any sleep that night, and being sustained by only one cup of rather crap tasting coffee, I decided to stay in the relative warmth and comfort of the car. It had been almost a year ago since I was last in Aberystwyth - last October I came here for a weekened to visit the univeristy's open day, and it was then that I fell in love with the place (well I loved it already, it just confirmed my views). It felt strange sitting in the car in the seafront, watching the street-sweepers at work and people out for their morning jog - watching the small town wake-up. It occured to me that thousands of students would be descending upon this place today, and the town wouldn't know what had hit it by the end of it. In a way it made me feel almost guilty for coming here and contributing to the disruption of this nice quiet town. After spending an hour or so in the car, and making the best use of the time by eating bagels and spilling hula-hoops all over the floor of the car (shh, I don't think anyone noticed this) we made our way upto the university. What happened from then on is all a bit of a blur to be honest. I was woefully sleep deprived, and couple with all my pent-up nervous energy, the whole experience was rather surreal to say the least. I remember driving into the main entrance and muttering, "I need to goto Cwrt Mawr. I think." to some nearby people that looked knowledgeble. Thankfully they were, and they pointed us in the right direction. After a bit of confusion and wandering around aimlessly being lost, the next thing I recall is being thrust a skip of paper with my address on it, a map of the accomodation and a small brown evelope containing what felt to be something metallic and key shaped. I finally found my way to my flat, aided by someone who didn't really seem to know where they were going, or even how to read a map, but this was a source of amusement for me, and since I didn't know the place any better myself, I cared little. After finding my room, and subsequently being very relieved that it was in fact quite spacious and rather nice the next thing I know I am standing in Morisons, propping myself up with a shopping trolley and trying to find food. Given that I had not slept, and coupled with horrible goodbye I was going to have to go through looming over me, it is needless to say that I failed miserabaly in this task - I shoved a few things in the trolley and we made our way back to the university - which is when the gridlock struck. Even though it seemed like the traffic jams would last forever, all too soon I was back at the univeristy, and after a brief call to the TV Licensing people, I was standing outside in the car park. The goodbye was an odd one. I watched my parents drive off, and it felt as if I had lost something. I retreated back to my room, and stood looking at the mess of boxes, and trying to busy myself with something before things really hit me. Thankfully, just minutes later I ran into friends, and all feelings of homesickness left, or at the very least were subdued.
The past week has also been an interesting experience, and if I get bored again then maybe I'll write about that too, but I think I have gone for long enough now. I realise that much of the above is probably of very little interest to anyone, save perhaps for myself who will no doubt read it in a years time and chuckle to myself. For now though, I shall depart since I have one of them "lecture" things tomorrow. Whatever that is.
Goodnight.
Upon reflection, and in particular reflection that is indeed most reflective and thought about quite extensively, it would seem that I have - after quite a while of pondering and thinking and considering this question - come to th conclsusion that in relaity life is, in actuality and as a matter of fact a funny old thing.
So, in 2 hours time I will be leaving to go to university. Yes that's right - I'm leaving at midnight, which is pretty much neccesary since I was the one who choose to goto university so far away, and on a good, straight, flat out, no stops run we might make the journey in about 7 hours. Of course, you then have to take into account other road users (the only purpose of which are to get in your way and slow you down), getting lost (which will invariably happen at least once - it's the unwriteen law of the road) and of course not to mention numerous stop-offs at motorway services for strong cups of coffee in a bid to keep the driver awake long enough to get us to our destination. So with all that taken into consideration, I'll be lucky if I get to Aberystwyth at about 9am, which is rather conveniently when the unversity opens.
If I said that I am feeling a little nervous right now, then that would be a great big lie. I am in fact bloody petrified, and I have never ever felt like this in my whole life, ever. Thankfully, one way or another, and whether it is good or bad, all this waiting around will finally be over within the next 24 hours, and I predect that I'll either be in a dark and smoke filled pub somewhere, or, and this is more likely, I'll be in my room playing my PS2 and generally being miserable that it will be another 2 days at least before I will have internet access.
Anyway, I am off now to generally mope about and be all nervous and all that jazz. See you all later.
In a weeks time I shall be departing from the unpleasant, and certainly not very fair land of Hastings, and will be traveling to, taking up residence in and starting university at Aberystwyth. And yes - as the more astute of you may have observed from the under-use of vowels in that word - that is in Wales. People say that leaving home is a big thing, and can be stressful at times, and in a shocking twist of events, people are actually right. For once. Lets just hope that they can give a repeat performance when they say that "everything will be fine" and "university is great". Not that I need people to tell me that, however.
I've been saying "goodbye" to people recently, which feels like an odd thing to do. Some of my friends I've known since Year 7, and the fact that we are all departing of to university leads me to ask the question "just when did we all grow up, anyhow?". School, 6th form and all that sometimes still feels as if it was only yesterday and leaves one with a sense of fright at how fast the time has passed. Although it is with a rather surreal quality that whilst is seems like only yesterday, at the same time it feels somehow so far away now, especially considering how much has changed over the years, most notably these past two years in 6th form. Since starting there 2 years ago today (give or take a week or two or three) I have moved house once, had three girlfriends and my hair is now longer. I'm still scared by that old common room though. Some things will never change. I fear that I am now starting to ramble on about such things too much now, so I shall stop looking at the past, leave it where it belongs (over there on the shelf next to the air freshener) and look to the future instead...
...but I'm not going to do that, because if I look to the future then it fills my head with terrible, nightmarish visions that include the words "forms", "packing" and "traveling", which is pretty much a collection of all my phobias barring needles and Margaret Thatcher.
On that note I think it will be best if I do not look to the past, future or anywhere else, in a literal or philosophical sense, and instead I shall have a glass of wine and go do that thing where you lie on your back and stare at the ceiling until morning comes and you have no idea of where you've just been or what you've been doing. Sleeping, I think they call it.
Good night.
Yesterday when I was out shopping, I went and payed at the "10 items or less" till, when I had 11 items.
I really am such a rebel.
So, all the schools will be starting again within the next couple of weeks. And I can't help but smile when I think that for the first time in ever, I won't be joining everyone and instead will be going to uni at the end of Septemeber. I know that it is very cruel of me to laugh at those who still have to goto school, but I figure that having had to go through 5 years of secondary school, then 2 years of 6th form myself, I have at least earned that right. :-p
I haven't updated this for a while, because I can never think of anything to say. And I still can't think of anything to say, so here is some of my poetry for you. I hope you all like it. I call it "Purple", and it is an exploration of my inner self.
Ever wondered why nothing rhymes with purple?
Only made up words such as shlurple,
and shlurple is as real a word as wurple,
is which is just as bad as turple,
but not quite as awful as lurple,
which is only marginally better than hurple.
O, why does nothing rhyme with purple?
I thank you.
According to ye olde news (well, it is really all that old actually), police were apparently called out to rescue a cuddly toy that had fallen out of a car window and got stuck in the middle of a motorway.
Some people may say that this is a waste of out tax money. Personally I say it was a bloody good thing. (Because I would say something like that). \o/
Considering that I have a button on my Firefox toolbar that links me to this place, it really is quite suprising how many times I foret about it. Or do I? Perhaps I decided to go for ages without an update to keep you all in suspense, or even worse, to trick you into thinking that this place had become a graveyard, and then when you least expect it WHAM! I hit you with an update. I could do that you know. And you would be none the wiser. Lets just say that if anyone (by some miracle is) reading this blog, then I strongly suggest that you tell everyone about this places greatness, otherwise I could very well mess with your head again. ¬_¬
So what has been happening recently? Well, to be truthful, not a great deal. Well, nothing that would form the basis of any intresting to write here anyway. However, today I did find out where I will be livign when I go to University in September, which is good. I like having places to live. It makes living so much easier, and, well, liveable really.
I would make this post a little more worthwhile by adding something more interesting to it, but I am currently feeling like the poop.
Just got back from my prom, and after tonight I can conclude that it wasnt as bad as I thought it was going to be. The prosect of having to dress up and go somewhere posh didnt appeal all that much to me, so was feeling a little apprehensive earlier this evening. However after getting over the initial bouts of confusion regarding what items of cutlery are used for what (what one is the stabbing knife again?), I forgot my origianl apprehensions about it, and had a really good time.
In conclusion, prom = good.
Oh, and there were lots of pictures taken too. They're not getting posted on here though. :-p
Well today has been a very good day indeed. I turned 18, spent a good portion of the day fiddling about and tinkering with my new lappy (which is very sexy I might add). Didn't get upto a whole lot, went out for a meal in the evening, but all in all a nice relaxing day. Managed to get some stuff of my chest too, which is always a good thing. :-)
Am absolutely knackered though now, especially considering I only got about 6 hours of sleep last night. I attribute this to the fact that Harry Potter was keeping me up (plus I couldn't sleep). No rest for me though, got my prom tomorrow, and then another party on Saturday. All good fun though, and at least I can't complain of boredom now.
Took the car driving for the first time without L plates (which I cut up as soon as I passed) today. Is quite a nice feeling knowing that everyone else on the road doesnt hold you with quite so much contempt.
Mmm, I think I'm discovering Genesis. First time I heard them today, but some of their stuff isn't bad. Been wanting a new band to listen to for a while now!
Well I cant think of anymore to say. If the spelling here is crap, then I blame it on the fact that I'm still gettinbg used to typing with a laptop keyboard.
Goodnight. :-)
Well it looks as if this is going to turn into another of those sleepless nights. I've always found it quite infuriating that the only time my brain seems to want to start thinking about things is when I am trying to get to sleep. I'm conviced it does it just to annoy me. Silly brain. What thoughts have been keeping me awake? Well thats confidential information, I'm afraid. Dont know why you're looking at me like that, I do keep some secrets from the interweb, you know.
Anyway, happier news. Today I passed my driving test. Was the 4th time I've taken it, so as I say, its about bloody time I passed too! I'm pretty pleased with this, even if I'm not going to be getting a car now since I'm going to University sooner than expected.
I have finally given into the dark side and have started reading Harry Potter. Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later really, despite all the stuff that I originally said about it. I am indeed most shocked by these books, for Ms Rowling is nothing but pure filth! Honestly, I really dont want to know what the three of them were getting upto in that toilet cubicle!
I'd best go do something more usefull than waffle on here for ages. I've got a story that I'm trying to write, and failing quite miserably I might add. I need some sort of plot hook. Maybe if I inroduced lasers into it somehow....
