Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Unison members on strike... just not... here

Had a pretty good day today. (Don't worry this is NOT going to be about my day, which, however high it scores for me personally, will appear boring in a recountment)

In case you didn't know, the public sector workers are going on strike as the government has plans to keep them on till 65 before they get a pension (not 60 as they were promised)

I hear stories from far and wide about school closure, transport halted etc and yet it seems the workers of Wilmslow are happy with their lot and do not feel the need to strike. The buses are run by private companies so they're not affected, the teachers apparently aren't... the NUT are apparently not affected (according to Miss Glover). T'only thing that's affected is the refuse collection operatives, more commonly known as binmen, and a load of council office workers. I would like to say this to those people to express my solidarity: YEAH!YEAH!STRIKE!YEAH!

Thank you. Nothing interesting ever happens in Wilmslow. Of course that must be because it's perfect. Yeah, obviously.

Well, then, if this is perfection then God's angels are obviously 4x4's. Now I know Wilmslow is not typical and that it has always been like this, but it is only recently that I have really begun to get annoyed with 4x4's (Americans call them SUV's) It seems that every 3rd car or so I see (I know I'm exaggerating) is one, which should mean approximately 33% of everyone is in an occupation or has a hobby where off-road capacity is needed. Now, blatantly not every third person is a farmer. So why are there so many? Consciously or unconsciously, people think it makes them look cool, which alright, it does to an extent. But they only look cool to me when they are driving across a field with some workers in the back. Going at 10mph down a town street with a mother taking her kids to school they just look stupid. So do the people inside. To me anyway. What are your opinions? (you can leave them as comments)

If you or your friends and family own one, please ask yourself the following questions. I am tempted to a poster with these on and putting it on the windscreen of 4x4's.

  1. Are you a farmer?
  2. Do you NEED (not want) the off-road capacity of your vehicle more than 10 times in the last year?
  3. Is there any reason a normal car would not be able to do what you do every day?

If the answer to all the above is 'No' then: GET A NORMAL CAR FOOL! (sorry if you're offended, this is turning into quite a rant :S)


Finally, I will end where I began: my day. There, tis ended.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

1 in 6 billion...

... it's the chance you have of getting laid if you're not very picky
... if everyone in the world had a lottery ticket, it's the chance that you would win the jackpot...

...but more importantly it reminds you that however deep and introspective you get, you're life is one in a billion, nay, six billion and that there is no other like you. Why am I telling you this? Well, at the moment it's the name of the 'band' that has been founded. Whether it will survive the test of time and whether I'll end up having any part in it is to be seen. Meanwhile have a poem/possible song lyric, written by Mike Nash everybody, yeah. That's Mike 'the flash' Nash wrote this, so you better damn read it:


Don't wanna read the paper
cos I don't like bad news
Last night a man got shot
Outside the House of Blues
I'd like to ignore it
I'd like to just pretend
But what's the reason for it
Its something I don't comprehend
I don't listen to the radio
Last time it made me cry
Two little boys went crazy
And Fifteen kids died
I don't know their families
I don't ask them how they're going
They're on the other side of the world
But I don’t care what they’re doing

I've got something to say
And I thought it might be worth a mention
If you're not pissed off at the world
Then you're just not paying attention
And you can turn off the TV
And go about your day
But just cos you don't see it
Don't mean it's gone away

We don't talk to our neighbors
They've got funny colored skin
We see them on the pavement
But we don't invite them in
We eat when we’re not hungry
And we throw the rest away
While babies in Cambodia
Are starving everyday
We risk our lives
We hit our wives
We act like everything is funny
We hide our pain
While we go insane
We sell our souls for money
We curse our mums
We build our bombs
We make our children cry
We watch the band
While Vietnam
Just watched their children die

What is the meaning of this poem?
What am I trying to say?
That just because you ignore life’s issues
Doesn’t mean they will go away
Ignorance is what I’ve mentioned
To me, that much is clear.
But the situation the world is in
Sometimes just makes me want to disappear