Recently I have been introduced to True Lad, this site is a chronicle of what some young men believe is banter and funny actions, for the most part this appears to be true, some of the posts i do find genuinely amusing and i have quoted some of the story to friends, however there are a select few posts that i find disgusting. The posts i'm referring to are the ones where a "lad" has insulted their girlfriend or alike in order to go out with their mates; it makes me wonder why these women are ever attracted to men like these; at my school there are a select group of males whom the whole school are less then keen on, however they seem to be the ones attracting the attention, even after they have cheated on their girlfriend they always seem to be dating a new girl a week later; are women attracted to men like that, if so i have no idea why.
Carrying on from this theme i have more to bitch about, my next target is Ascot week, there are a number of signs through out Windsor great park which advertise fine dining at Ascot week from a mere £245, my question is if you can afford this amount of money why not spend it on something worthwhile than lavishly throwing it at one meal, instead why not give it to charity, i know that's what i would do instead of that one meal. Unfortunately this seems to be an all to common theme through out the world. Take football as an example, the Man City team that won the F.A cup recently was compiled from some of the world's best players at a cost of nearly £150 million, this is an insane amount of money and add on to that the cost of the players salary then the money involved is mind boggling, that money could improve so many lives; the unequal distribution of wealth throughout the world is one of the reasons why so many people suffer.
I'm starting to enjoy this bitching session, its quite relaxing really, and even if you don't share my views i implore you to write a similar blog post about what you see as wrong in the world, there's no need for you to try and change it, just express your point of view. my next bitching point is corruption, recently it has come to light that Sepp Blater, the president of FIFA is a crooked bastard, there's a theme here, my dislike of football, it turns out he took some money or did something and now everyone hates him. Well he deserves it in my opinion. This also leads me onto the corruption of our own government, for a while now we have been raging over our elected MPs stealing money through falsely claiming their expenses, recently one was convicted and given 12 months in jail for his crime, his excuse was that everyone was doing it so he thought it was alright, an excuse similar to the one the Nazi's used at Nuremberg, are the politicians really that much different to the Nazi's.
My final bitch is about celebrities and their actions and the belief they have that they deserve privacy when they caught out, i'm talking about injunction and super injunctions of course, why do celebrities such as Andrew Marr and Ryan Giggs believe they deserve privacy when they've done something wrong, why should their indiscretion be hidden by the law; its a massive waste of time and money, especially when the courts should be doing something more important, like prosecuting criminals. It's the celebrities fault that they couldn't keep it in their trousers, not the newspapers for reporting it.
Finally i'd like to say well done to my friend Tom who managed to pass his flying test today, he's worked very hard and passed many exams to allow him to get this far, although if i'm honest i'm still not sure over the safety record of light aircraft.
Thank you for listening to my bitch session and hopefully it will give you a reason to get out there and explain what you see as wrong and what makes you angry.
I'll leave you with this, a band that always make me laugh, a song from their new album, i suggest you check them out.
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
A different class of party
Friday the 20th was our Sixth Form Ball, basically a massive party at a posh venue to celebrate the two gruelling years that we have endured that people refer to as sixth form; The night was jaw-droppingly good, sharing a night with my friends where we could relax and be treated like adults. That said the people i dislike from our sixth form still had to attend and although their presence was annoying it did not ruin the evening for me or anyone else, it appears they have a very limited social circle and they for the majority of the night stayed confined to their table.
The night started at 3pm, from college we conveyed to my friend Tom's large house, or small mansion would be more accurate, all six of us showered and changed whilst consuming copious amounts of alcohol, at 6pm we moved from the pre-drinks at Tom's to another friend of mine, Laura, where more alcohol was consumed, we then finally disembarked for the hotel; this is where the evening began to unravel, i wasn't drinking so i gave a lift to Jenna, my prom date from 2 years ago, she looked beautiful in her dress and so being a gentleman i mentioned this, all the while conveniently forgetting the fact that i already had a date for the evening.
When we arrived we had our photos taken with our friends and some of the staff, our head of year and alike, we then moved inside where we were served mediocre, at best, sparkling wine, this wouldn't be a problem for the normal 17 or 18 year old but for me this was appalling, apparently working in a wine department has made me into a bit of a snob and i now fell able to openly criticise wine, well someone had too, much to the amusement of others around me.
It was during the serving of the champagne that i looked around and realised how well dressed everyone looked, the majority of the girls were beautiful and the majority of the men were well presented in suits and even one kilt, we couldn't do without our Celtic mad Scotsman; that said some of the girls managed to embarress themselves, with all the oppurtunities they had and alll the time they had to prepare themselves some still failed to impress and these were of course the ones who had decided a nice shade of dale winton orange was the best colour for the occasion, i don't understand the fascination with fake tan and why girls feel they need to resort to it. Probably something to do with the guys i dislike that i mentioned above, and the girls desire to impress them.
The next part of the evening was a bit of a letdown for me, usually i'm happy to eat the food in front of me but the food at the hotel didn't reach my expectation and as a result much of it remained untouched on my plate. As well as this the drinks were an extortionate amount, £8 for a malibu and coke and £20 for a crappy bottle of rose, the most expensive rose i've seen is £15 and thats at a high end supermarket. A group of us then proceeded to have our photos taken to commerate the occasion and of course to help remember each other as we rush of to uni, the photos were amazing and they now sit proudly in my room.
After the photos we proceeded to the dance floor where started to dazzle the collected masses with my amazing dance moves; no not really i'm a alright dancer on a good day but i was okay on the night, i managed to dance with a pair of beautiful girls and this was definately one of the high points of the night. We danced for another hour, the drama teachers displaying the wilder side of the department, being the craziest of all teachers, and stealing my hip flask of vodka; something i've been asked not to say anything about, apparently that sort of thing is frown upon by the school.The party wound down at midnight, with us being told to continue the party where the teachers weren't responsible for us, for a group of us this meant returning to our friend indy's, well what can only be described as a mansion, complete with a fountain and a guest house, the same size as a normal house, maybe there is a thing as too rich. unfortunately due to work the next morning which required me to get up at 7 i called it a night at 1 and took myself home, i felt so mature at that point. That was our may ball, a different class of party, were the men were presentable and smart and the girls were all beautiful, regardless of their skin tone.
I'm also very excited about a concert i'm going to next month, i've seen these guys once before and they were amazing so i'm so happy to be going back to see them. you may recognise one of them, he played a significant part in my favourite program for over 9 years.
Check them out, you may like them, i was also introduced to neon trees by my compadre WayJ and I'm addicted to their song Animal at the moment, also worth checking out. In my last post i decided to dedicate my post to henry cooper and i said i'd do that on every post, but then i realised that it wasn't really sustainable and i didn't want to wait for a guy i respected to die to have to blog, so i'll only do it when i can now.
Now back to the monotonus world that is revision for my life destroying and soul killing exams.
The night started at 3pm, from college we conveyed to my friend Tom's large house, or small mansion would be more accurate, all six of us showered and changed whilst consuming copious amounts of alcohol, at 6pm we moved from the pre-drinks at Tom's to another friend of mine, Laura, where more alcohol was consumed, we then finally disembarked for the hotel; this is where the evening began to unravel, i wasn't drinking so i gave a lift to Jenna, my prom date from 2 years ago, she looked beautiful in her dress and so being a gentleman i mentioned this, all the while conveniently forgetting the fact that i already had a date for the evening.
When we arrived we had our photos taken with our friends and some of the staff, our head of year and alike, we then moved inside where we were served mediocre, at best, sparkling wine, this wouldn't be a problem for the normal 17 or 18 year old but for me this was appalling, apparently working in a wine department has made me into a bit of a snob and i now fell able to openly criticise wine, well someone had too, much to the amusement of others around me.
It was during the serving of the champagne that i looked around and realised how well dressed everyone looked, the majority of the girls were beautiful and the majority of the men were well presented in suits and even one kilt, we couldn't do without our Celtic mad Scotsman; that said some of the girls managed to embarress themselves, with all the oppurtunities they had and alll the time they had to prepare themselves some still failed to impress and these were of course the ones who had decided a nice shade of dale winton orange was the best colour for the occasion, i don't understand the fascination with fake tan and why girls feel they need to resort to it. Probably something to do with the guys i dislike that i mentioned above, and the girls desire to impress them.
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The next part of the evening was a bit of a letdown for me, usually i'm happy to eat the food in front of me but the food at the hotel didn't reach my expectation and as a result much of it remained untouched on my plate. As well as this the drinks were an extortionate amount, £8 for a malibu and coke and £20 for a crappy bottle of rose, the most expensive rose i've seen is £15 and thats at a high end supermarket. A group of us then proceeded to have our photos taken to commerate the occasion and of course to help remember each other as we rush of to uni, the photos were amazing and they now sit proudly in my room.
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I'm also very excited about a concert i'm going to next month, i've seen these guys once before and they were amazing so i'm so happy to be going back to see them. you may recognise one of them, he played a significant part in my favourite program for over 9 years.
Check them out, you may like them, i was also introduced to neon trees by my compadre WayJ and I'm addicted to their song Animal at the moment, also worth checking out. In my last post i decided to dedicate my post to henry cooper and i said i'd do that on every post, but then i realised that it wasn't really sustainable and i didn't want to wait for a guy i respected to die to have to blog, so i'll only do it when i can now.
Now back to the monotonus world that is revision for my life destroying and soul killing exams.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
Why? Why? Why? (Insert female name)
Hello World
This is my first time at writing a blog so please bare with the occasional grammatical error, unintelligible rants and the need for me to unload my anger and all my other feelings onto you, my by now captivated audience. I guess i should start with some basic information about me, not too much but enough to build a basic picture in your head of who I am and what I hope to achieve with my life.
I'm 18, short, of average intelligence and active. if that isn't enough for you try to picture a white uumpa lummpa without the orange spray tan and the silly hair, in fact i have very little hair. Some random facts to consider are that i like my meat rare and my favourite meat is duck, crispy, pan fried, i don't mind, it's Delicious.
I've been driven to blogging by my comrade Skinnah http://hitlerbadmybloggood.blogspot.com/ who as the link shows has set up a blog and is really enjoying it and has imposed upon me to attempt to do the same, so here i am.
My first post as some may have guessed from the title is about women, more specifically about my seemingly never ending quest to understand them, for a while now i have been courting a lovely young girl whom i shall call G, we have been regularly texting and talking, and from my impressions getting on like a house on fire. (never understood that particular metaphor) Anyway back to my story, one day after finally summing up the courage i asked her to go out to see a film with me one night, i will admit i was nervous and probably not my most attractive, i was in work uniform, (so much for women loving a guy in uniform) anyway much to my disappointment i was rejected under the pretence that with exams looming, summer holiday and uni edging ever closer that we will rarely see each other; i took this in and after thinking carefully about the situation i came round to G's point of view and accepted that at least some of that may be true.
That was a month ago now, ancient history to me, however one fateful Saturday i found myself spending my lunch hour with G and needless to say the spark returned and we got along swimmingly so we began texting again, this is fine for me and remembering her words from last time i am keen not to get too involved, but alas the winds of fate are pushing me back, with every text from her the number of kisses increases and I'm beginning to question this girl. Why is she texting me like this if there is no hope, further confusing me, why are things never simple. sometimes i just think that forgetting relationships is the best thing to do, then i see how happy my friends are in their relationships, well the majority of the time anyway, and i go back to wanting what they have. It's all such a Kerfufal. why must women be so complex and why must we desire them so. It's probably Men at fault though, we have limited input in life, they do the majority of the work.
In conclusion (spending far too much time writing essays) this song pretty much sums up how i feel at the moment, everything is changing, people are choosing uni's, new relationships are forming, old partnerships are ending; and i'm just stuck in the middle, unsure of what to do or how to act; and as for G, well i'm still undecided about her, but i think the only way to face the problem is head on, and hope with time i'll find something that is just right, with no obstacles getting in the way of a happy relationship. But i'll be saving that momentous blog for another day as it hasn't happened yet.
At the end of all my posts i'll dedicate a note to the passing of a notable figure, for my first blog i remember Sir Henry Cooper, a british boxing legend who with one punch won the hearts of the british people, one act can and sometimes will decide your future.
This is my first time at writing a blog so please bare with the occasional grammatical error, unintelligible rants and the need for me to unload my anger and all my other feelings onto you, my by now captivated audience. I guess i should start with some basic information about me, not too much but enough to build a basic picture in your head of who I am and what I hope to achieve with my life.
I'm 18, short, of average intelligence and active. if that isn't enough for you try to picture a white uumpa lummpa without the orange spray tan and the silly hair, in fact i have very little hair. Some random facts to consider are that i like my meat rare and my favourite meat is duck, crispy, pan fried, i don't mind, it's Delicious.
I've been driven to blogging by my comrade Skinnah http://hitlerbadmybloggood.blogspot.com/ who as the link shows has set up a blog and is really enjoying it and has imposed upon me to attempt to do the same, so here i am.
My first post as some may have guessed from the title is about women, more specifically about my seemingly never ending quest to understand them, for a while now i have been courting a lovely young girl whom i shall call G, we have been regularly texting and talking, and from my impressions getting on like a house on fire. (never understood that particular metaphor) Anyway back to my story, one day after finally summing up the courage i asked her to go out to see a film with me one night, i will admit i was nervous and probably not my most attractive, i was in work uniform, (so much for women loving a guy in uniform) anyway much to my disappointment i was rejected under the pretence that with exams looming, summer holiday and uni edging ever closer that we will rarely see each other; i took this in and after thinking carefully about the situation i came round to G's point of view and accepted that at least some of that may be true.
That was a month ago now, ancient history to me, however one fateful Saturday i found myself spending my lunch hour with G and needless to say the spark returned and we got along swimmingly so we began texting again, this is fine for me and remembering her words from last time i am keen not to get too involved, but alas the winds of fate are pushing me back, with every text from her the number of kisses increases and I'm beginning to question this girl. Why is she texting me like this if there is no hope, further confusing me, why are things never simple. sometimes i just think that forgetting relationships is the best thing to do, then i see how happy my friends are in their relationships, well the majority of the time anyway, and i go back to wanting what they have. It's all such a Kerfufal. why must women be so complex and why must we desire them so. It's probably Men at fault though, we have limited input in life, they do the majority of the work.
In conclusion (spending far too much time writing essays) this song pretty much sums up how i feel at the moment, everything is changing, people are choosing uni's, new relationships are forming, old partnerships are ending; and i'm just stuck in the middle, unsure of what to do or how to act; and as for G, well i'm still undecided about her, but i think the only way to face the problem is head on, and hope with time i'll find something that is just right, with no obstacles getting in the way of a happy relationship. But i'll be saving that momentous blog for another day as it hasn't happened yet.
At the end of all my posts i'll dedicate a note to the passing of a notable figure, for my first blog i remember Sir Henry Cooper, a british boxing legend who with one punch won the hearts of the british people, one act can and sometimes will decide your future.
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