A Cancer in Britain

Tonight I had the unfortunate experience of having to listen to yet an other tirade of ignorance.

While waiting for a bus in Richmond I over heard a conversation being conducted by a woman on her phone (how rude of me I know).

Normally I wouldn't have bothered to have done so. But what caught my ear ignited a fire in me.

"Apart from the faggot shits, and Jewish shits, you're OK."

Shocked, I listened on.

"yeah, shut up ya Black shits, we know you're criminals"

"Them Hindu shits in the call centres. It don't fucking matter, they don't speak our language, they're Hindu. They don't know if I'm swearing at them anyway."

OK. I didn't realise that society had done a complete 180* in its progression as a multicultural civilisation.
To listen to people like this, insult and insinuate that the problem with Britain is the immagrants and other races in it, is intolerable.

No. The real problem with Britain today are the ignorant, racist biggots who populate it.
If they have such a problem with everything that is not white, British and Christian, then please follow the six easy steps I provide below.

Step 1. Get rid of your telephone, TV, dvd player, computer and music system. For the past 50 years technology has been advanced and perfected by other countries like the Japanese.

Step 2. Ditch your car. Lets face it, the Germans, French, Italians and Japanese (again) have always been the leading pioneers in car production and motoring.

Step 3. Stop eating take aways. Insulting an entire race of people and then eating their qusine is a major hypocrisy. This includes curries, Chinese, pizza (Italian in general really), Kebabs, Burgers (a white creation but originally German, hence foreign). Even ice cream. It's origins are debated to have began in Persia (Saudi Arabia) Italy and China. Lets face it, you'll just have to live on a diet of the quintessential British Fish and Chips.

Step 4. An impossible task, but a valid point none the less. Strip your DNA from your system. The Brits (Scots, Irish, Welsh and English) are a basterdised nation of French (William the conquerer was from Normandy, a region in the north of France, and brought his army with him), Finnish, Dannish, Swedish and Norwegian (can't ignore the vikings, they'd been raping, pillaging and settling all over the country for hundreds of years) and Italians (The Roman Empire conquered half the known world). Come on think about it. If our ancestors hadn't slept with people from these countries, the British gene pool would have consisted of predominantly ginger people with bad complections and they'd all be inbred.

Step 5. Get rid of your music. Bands like Led Zeppelin, The Rolling Stones, The Beatles, and every other group who followed, all influenced by Blues, which is pioneered by, you guessed it, Black people. Rap music, RnB, Hip Hop. Black. Disco, Black. Dance music, Black. Burn them all and crack out the Wurzels folks.

Step 6. As for the Christian/religion argument. Think about it, Christ came from a country that is part of the middle-east. He was definitely not white. Also, he was Jewish. Deal with it.

People like this woman are a cancer that needs to be cut out of our civilisation. How can a society progress if people like this still blemish it?

For You, I'd Eat The Sky

 For you, I'd eat the sky

If the stars should fall from the sky,
I would catch them, and put them in a little jar.
A million, billion, trillion sparkles of phosphorescent insects.
Colours the like I'd never seen.

And under my bed they would stay,
A cosmos of crawling things.
One by one I would eat them,
Sweet, like honey, I feel them in my tummy,
Writhing and burning, their light filling me up.

I devour them all.
Each leg, each wing, each antennae.
I would have them for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
On toast with jam, in soup, on leg of lamb.

And once they're gone, the moon I'd lay my eye,
A great hive of illuminous Araneae,
And nibble on their webs of silken light.
Every leg, every pincer,
I'd drink their venom,
I'd eat the moon in all its splendour.  

The celestial dome is a slab of black marble,
No light, no fire, satellite or probe.
That is how I'd leave it,
This is how you left me.
For your love was my light
For you, I'd eat the sky.

Following in the same fashion I thought I'd try my hand at a spot of keats for valentines day. A sonnet for his love Fanny Brawne.

I cry mrcy - pity - <3 - I, <3!
Mercifl <3 tht tantalises ntn
1 thoted, nvr-wandring, guileless <3,
Unmaskd, nd Bing seen - without a blot!
O! Let me hve thee whle, - all - all - B mine!
Tht shape, tht fArness, tht swEt minor zest
Ov <3, Ur X, - those hands, lucent, million-pleasured brest, -
Urslf - ur soul - in pity give me all,
Withhold no atomz atom or I dI,
Or lving on prhaps, ur wretchd thrall,
Forget, in the mist of idle mizry,
Life's prpses, - the palate ov mI mind
Losing itz gust, nd mI ambition blind!

text speak or txt spk?

 Language, literature and text have always been a keen interest of mine.

So when BBC journalist John Humphrys began criticising the ever growing use of text speak (or txt spk) he sparked an interesting debate.

Humphrys stated that textese was ruining our language."They are destroying it: pillaging our punctuation; savaging our sentences; raping our vocabulary. And they must be stopped." Many followers claimed that it encouraged a laziness in people. Must we sacrifice good grammar and punctuation merely to send speedier texts?

But surely one must be able to spell to successfully read and write txt spk? The linguist and author of "txt spk: the gr8 db8" David Crystal maintains that there is no link between textese and a deterioration in the english language. And only 10% of text messages are abbreviated. Crystal even states that adults are far more likely to use textese than children (take that grumpy old people!)

And what of emoticons? Humphrys outright condemns them as an irritation.

Come on.

Didn't the Ancient Egyptians use hieroglyphics as their form of written text? Aren't road signs our contemporary counterpart to these? Symbology has been a part of human culture for thousands of years. Don't knock the smiley.

Isn't it the meaning of the words that is important?

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Dvoutly 2 B wishd.

Just because you change the way the text is written out doesn't change the emotional impact of Hamlets lamentation on suicide.

Or does it?

I have a blog =P

Now what the hell do I do....?

Since graduating in the summer of 2011, I've been asking myself this question.
Up until recently, the moment I received my congratulatory handshake from the principle and looks of pride in my parents eyes, I felt I had achieved every goal I set myself in that time. I left my hometown to make a new life for myself, met many wonderful people and made some fantastic friendships. I achieved something no one in my family had ever done before. I not only graduated from university, but set the bar for the future generations of my family by achieving a first class degree.


Ok, I admit I'm gloating a bit there.

Now. What the hell do I do? For the past few months I bobbed along in life like an inflatable crocodile down the poo coloured thames. Merely following the current in a general direction. Jobs in my chosen field of study would appear like docks at the side, and as would try to dock with them, I would find them crushed with other inflatable crocodiles like myself.

I guess I can take solace that there are other people like myself and many of my friends bobbing along and in need of guidance.

But seeing as this is a new year, it is a new start, and it's shaping up to be a fantastic year.

I have a new set of goals, a new hunger for knowledge and adventure. I have made a host of new friends to add to the amazing people I have encountered since moving here. As scary as the future, looks I can't wait to see what happens next.