Wednesday, 10 June 2009

Ah ha.
Haven't updated in forever. I sorted started it didn't I, and never came back.
162lbs now. Good stuff.
What else.
Well, to be honest I have become rather enraged about something the last few days, and that is the BNP.
Obviously I am anti fasist, but I am also the first to admit that this country does have a lax attitude to immigration and that something does need to be done. Also the way that as a technically Christian country, in some instances some towns have been reported as not allowing Christmas Lights to be used and replaces with the religiously ambiguous, Festive Lights.
I also get annoyed at the volume of people in the country that don't make any effort to speak English.
HOWEVER, Nick Griffin, Holocaust denier, joined the National Front at 15, chums with the former leader of America's infamous Klu Klux Klan, is HE REALLY what this country needs. Aside from his accutly repulsive physical appearance and demeanour... how coudl ANYONE in this day and age not perform a quick Google search and read up on the BNP policies and then conclue that this is the best that Britain has to offer politically??
I saw something that outraged me on Twitter just now, "tweeted" by some ignoramus.
"British Jobs for British People"
First of all, (this is could be a gross over-estimate - but indulge me) I assume that most of the people who voted BNP or share their ideals are of working class background. And this is not merely an assumption, I have yet to see or hear an articulate, well educated BNP spokesperson or candidate.
Now.. lets turn to council estates. Most of the ones I have visited or know of are predominately full of British white people. Having never had a job in their lives, spewing out babies at 13 and spending my money on White Lightening, Special Brew and Super Kings.
"but they can't get jobs... All the jobs are given to immigrants" Really? Really? I have a job. So do my friends. So does my mother and my sister. Immigrants don't have our jobs. We do. Because we went and got them. Sourced them. Applied for them. Y'know... checked websites, newspapers, did one of those CV things, worked at school, got some GCSE's, like, y'know. AN EDUCATION.
Could it possibly be fact that 58% of new doctors who enter the NHS stitching up the latest brawl between dole swallowing idiots are in fact immigrants. Now, I don't suppose the government went... right... we only want immigrant doctors. Perhaps that's because those people worked bloody hard at their education and wanted to work in a country where (supposedly) has a tolerant attitude towards foreigners and accepts them as their own. That maybe the best person for the job and absolutely nothing to do with the (shock horror), the colour of their skin and that actually they're just better than you.
These people are so eager to blame everyone else for their short comings. The fact that you have never had a job and have claimed the dole ever since you turned 16 is not the fault of the honest working Indian Doctor, Polish builder etc... it's because you're crap.
The more I see of this country the sicker it makes me feel to be a part of this country.
I could go on. But it's lunch time and I'm hungry.
Noone will read this anyway, so I won't bother looking it through for spelling errors.
Until next time I have a bee in my bonnet.

Friday, 27 March 2009

I forgot, I wanted to post this picture.
It's from our day trip to Rye in Sussex a couple of weekends ago.
Inside the tourist office, up some stairs was a whole room of vintage fairground amusments.
He is the creepiest and my favorite.
I give Rye 10/10.
It might be one of my favorite places ever.


Thursday, 26 March 2009

Today feels like it should be Friday.

My mum is posting me a box of morroccan spices so I can make the dish I made her on Mothers Day for The Boy over the weekend.

Thank god for weekends.

It can't come soon enough.


Wednesday, 25 March 2009

I'm not very cool, I'm not a geek either. I'm fairly average. I am quite nice. Maybe.
Maybe you'll read about my life. It isn't very exciting.
I thought I'd start this blog so that I could mostly doument my life and have a place to post pictures of cupcakes and rainbows as well as my friends and I getting rather worse for wear on a Friday night and pictures of pigeons.
I'm also in the midst of a successful diet and have recently gone from 219lbs to 179lbs. Still another 21 to go. So I can write about that here. Maybe.
Hopefully it will stop me from eating pizza. I like pizza, and cupcakes, and chinese food. And cider.
My boyfriend lives 100 miles away with most all my friends, in Canterbury. I visit every weekend and stay near London during the week. For my work. Which isn't terribly exciting. If at all.
I like vintage things. I wish I could afford all the great peices I've seen over the years.
I like history, especially World War I & II.

And this is my favorite picture from the last week
Pigeon feet. This was from when The Boy and I did touristy things in London on Saturday: