There are very few thrills to beat watching your kids learn to swim. I watched our three year old girl dive without fear into four feet of water, resurface, cough, splutter, swim to the side of the pool, climb out and try again. It's probably the bravest, stupidest thing she could have done and I could not have been more scared and more proud.
I watched my six year old girl - scared of water to the point of hating washing her hair - go from dabbling her feet in the jacuzzi to paddling around happily out of her depth, enjoying playing splashing games with her family. She's come so amazingly far. She cried when we let for the last time. Now she wants to go every day after school.
It's so lucky we have a swimming pool - well, three swimming pools - within a couple of miles.
Wonderful, wonderful girls. Events like that make up for all the times they drive me crazy.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
You cannot imagine how much I don't want to be here. Back to the same smelly streets, plodding the same too-well-trodden routes to the same old bus stops, wading through the same old crap in the shops.
We're back from an excellent holiday. We spend three hours a day messing about in the campsite swimming pool, visited an excellent restaurant where we ate fish that had been caught that morning and travelled all of two hundred yards instead of being quick-frozen and transported 180 miles, and we got sunburn. On the beach. In September. In Yorkshire. That's how good our holiday was.
And we come back and the first thing we have to do is mop dried dogshit out of our devastated libing room carpet because no-one wanted to look after our dogs while we took the holiday we were forced into taking.
We come back to a cesspit. Do our friends, our family really think we live this way? Do they seriously think we're happy to let animals crap and piss over every part of our house? Do they think we'd allow animals to set up home in the entrance hall when we've got to walk through there with a week's worth of luggage?
I'm fucking steaming angry. The house stinks and isn't fit for habitation. We've already been on rightmove.co.uk for places to rent anywhere but here.
Yeah, welcome home us.
We're back from an excellent holiday. We spend three hours a day messing about in the campsite swimming pool, visited an excellent restaurant where we ate fish that had been caught that morning and travelled all of two hundred yards instead of being quick-frozen and transported 180 miles, and we got sunburn. On the beach. In September. In Yorkshire. That's how good our holiday was.
And we come back and the first thing we have to do is mop dried dogshit out of our devastated libing room carpet because no-one wanted to look after our dogs while we took the holiday we were forced into taking.
We come back to a cesspit. Do our friends, our family really think we live this way? Do they seriously think we're happy to let animals crap and piss over every part of our house? Do they think we'd allow animals to set up home in the entrance hall when we've got to walk through there with a week's worth of luggage?
I'm fucking steaming angry. The house stinks and isn't fit for habitation. We've already been on rightmove.co.uk for places to rent anywhere but here.
Yeah, welcome home us.
Friday, September 09, 2005
Standing in the open air
So, after i cleared the cache out of my phone, it let
me log on to yahoo. Right now Im walking to the chippy
for a well earned fish n chip supper. Chances are Ill
be doing the same tomorrow night, only in Filey.
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This is how the world's richest country treats its own citizens. Rescue workers, soldiers mill around with no orders and no authority. Dead bodies lie in the stagnant waters for two weeks. Ignored, rotting. Question: What qualifies America as the best people to run another country?
Hurricane Katrina is truly America's most shameful hour.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Mark's humdingers:
1. if you change one thing, anything, what would it be?
Time is one of my favourite subjects. I surround myself with timepieces - watches, clocks, calendars, timetables. I can just sit there and watch the seconds tick by in fascination sometimes.
It's the whole linear thing - to see little measurements of time going by like that, knowing how many have gone before, how many are to follow. It's wonderful meditation material!
As a consequence, I've spent many an hour idly philosophising about that very question. What would I change? What are the consequences of that change?
If you go back and ensure the world wars don't happen, what then? There's millions of people - in an already overcrowded Europe - still alive who would otherwise have died. What would those millions do? What are the consequences of all those lives being altered so fundamentally. They go on to raise families, contribute to economies, to world events. The balance of power is fundamentally altered. Russia stands as a looming presence on the edge of Europe. With no German army to hold them back, and no Western Alliance to work with, they stand alone and unanswerable. What then?
How about ensuring Jesus is freed instead of crucified? The christian church ceases to exist. Judaism is suddenly the only world religion. Or is it? Does that benevolent action lead to a new respect for the Roman empire? Does Judaism slowly dissappear in favour of Roman pantheism? What of Islam? Would jesus ever be acknowledged as the Jewish messiah? If God sent Muhammad as the final messiah, charged with putting god's message to humanity right, then would Muhammad have been chosen, if Jesus's mission had been a success?
Stop the meteorite from hitting earth and killing the dinosaurs off? Would humanity exist? Would our prehistoric mammalian ancestors have been given the supreme opportunity towards dominance if the dinosaurs - who had got on with life and evolution very nicely thank you for hundreds of millions of years - hadn't been wiped off the face of the planet?
Stop Kennedy being killed? He'd already sown the seeds of the space race and seen off Cuban Communism. What else would he have been capable of? What if there'd been no "curse of the Kennedys" and he would have begun a dynasty of inbred seemingly benevolent but increasingly unhinged American leaders? Would Marilyn Munroe have died?
Stop the Israelis and Palestinians fighting? No, that was always going to happen (and was Britain's fault, just like the Iran/Iraq instability was Britains' fault).
No, despite all the attractions of having the power to change just one thing, I'd say I'd change precisely nothing. It takes far more strength to let things be and allow all the terrible bloodshed and atrocities than to risk the consequences of a rash action.
2. who will play you in the film of your life?
In my youth, no-one. Let's draw a welcome veil over that embarrassing part of my history.
Formative years? Oh I dunno, the bloke who played Frodo Baggins would be good.
Parenthood and later life? Mandy Patinkin. Watch "Dead Like Me". He's cool, he's in charge and he's got just the right amount of pathos.
3. what attracts you to your philosophy of life?
Choice and comfort. It's sprituality with no luggage. It's being aware of the divine in the world around us without all the proscriptive baggage of an organised religion. Religion definitely isn't a good word to describe my spirituality. Philosophy fits much better.
4. are you ever wrong?
Oh yes, but not for long.
5. Is "The Dark Side Of The Moon" over-rated?
I think it's genius, the way they synchronised it with "The Wizard of Oz".
1. if you change one thing, anything, what would it be?
Time is one of my favourite subjects. I surround myself with timepieces - watches, clocks, calendars, timetables. I can just sit there and watch the seconds tick by in fascination sometimes.
It's the whole linear thing - to see little measurements of time going by like that, knowing how many have gone before, how many are to follow. It's wonderful meditation material!
As a consequence, I've spent many an hour idly philosophising about that very question. What would I change? What are the consequences of that change?
If you go back and ensure the world wars don't happen, what then? There's millions of people - in an already overcrowded Europe - still alive who would otherwise have died. What would those millions do? What are the consequences of all those lives being altered so fundamentally. They go on to raise families, contribute to economies, to world events. The balance of power is fundamentally altered. Russia stands as a looming presence on the edge of Europe. With no German army to hold them back, and no Western Alliance to work with, they stand alone and unanswerable. What then?
How about ensuring Jesus is freed instead of crucified? The christian church ceases to exist. Judaism is suddenly the only world religion. Or is it? Does that benevolent action lead to a new respect for the Roman empire? Does Judaism slowly dissappear in favour of Roman pantheism? What of Islam? Would jesus ever be acknowledged as the Jewish messiah? If God sent Muhammad as the final messiah, charged with putting god's message to humanity right, then would Muhammad have been chosen, if Jesus's mission had been a success?
Stop the meteorite from hitting earth and killing the dinosaurs off? Would humanity exist? Would our prehistoric mammalian ancestors have been given the supreme opportunity towards dominance if the dinosaurs - who had got on with life and evolution very nicely thank you for hundreds of millions of years - hadn't been wiped off the face of the planet?
Stop Kennedy being killed? He'd already sown the seeds of the space race and seen off Cuban Communism. What else would he have been capable of? What if there'd been no "curse of the Kennedys" and he would have begun a dynasty of inbred seemingly benevolent but increasingly unhinged American leaders? Would Marilyn Munroe have died?
Stop the Israelis and Palestinians fighting? No, that was always going to happen (and was Britain's fault, just like the Iran/Iraq instability was Britains' fault).
No, despite all the attractions of having the power to change just one thing, I'd say I'd change precisely nothing. It takes far more strength to let things be and allow all the terrible bloodshed and atrocities than to risk the consequences of a rash action.
2. who will play you in the film of your life?
In my youth, no-one. Let's draw a welcome veil over that embarrassing part of my history.
Formative years? Oh I dunno, the bloke who played Frodo Baggins would be good.
Parenthood and later life? Mandy Patinkin. Watch "Dead Like Me". He's cool, he's in charge and he's got just the right amount of pathos.
3. what attracts you to your philosophy of life?
Choice and comfort. It's sprituality with no luggage. It's being aware of the divine in the world around us without all the proscriptive baggage of an organised religion. Religion definitely isn't a good word to describe my spirituality. Philosophy fits much better.
4. are you ever wrong?
Oh yes, but not for long.
5. Is "The Dark Side Of The Moon" over-rated?
I think it's genius, the way they synchronised it with "The Wizard of Oz".
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Lord Bargain's interview:
1. When will the world end?
After consulting the crystal ball of fortune, the tarot of success and the mystical bones of justice, I see that the world will end at 12:45pm on the 7th September 2005.
Oh.
Bloody new age partworks.
2. Who would win a fight between a lion and a tiger?
At two minutes to the hour, Jack Bauer comes haring across the serengetty in a tank masquerading as a common or garden SUV, leaps out and frantically holds a gun to the Lion's head.
"Where's the hyena's hideout? Where's the hyena's hideout? I will shoot you!"
BopBipBopBip...
3. Will 24 hour drinking leads to increased alcoholism and crime, or a more relaxed drinking culture?
Naturally, 24 hour drinking will lead to the end of western civilisation as we know it. City Centres will become no-go zones, drink related crime will increase exponentially until they have to turn the entire Isle of Wight into one vast Bettie Ford Clinic.
We will see rampaging mobs of career drunks roaming the streets, looting every supermarket and off-license for fresh supplies of thunderbird, 20/20 and tennants super.
Or maybe there'll be a month of chaos, then everyone settles down.
4. What’s your favourite and least favourite accents?
I love the Welsh accent. Mostly because I spent my youth listening to it on magical holidays and because Gareth Thomas - Blake of Blakes' 7 - is Welsh and was the first hero figure I remember having.
If there's an accent I can say I can't bear, it's maybe the German accent - and this is nothing to do with the War, Basil. There's a guttoral quality to it that just makes my spine itch.
5. Will the meek inherit the earth?
Who'd want it? Can we change the Will to include Mars?
1. When will the world end?
After consulting the crystal ball of fortune, the tarot of success and the mystical bones of justice, I see that the world will end at 12:45pm on the 7th September 2005.
Oh.
Bloody new age partworks.
2. Who would win a fight between a lion and a tiger?
At two minutes to the hour, Jack Bauer comes haring across the serengetty in a tank masquerading as a common or garden SUV, leaps out and frantically holds a gun to the Lion's head.
"Where's the hyena's hideout? Where's the hyena's hideout? I will shoot you!"
BopBipBopBip...
3. Will 24 hour drinking leads to increased alcoholism and crime, or a more relaxed drinking culture?
Naturally, 24 hour drinking will lead to the end of western civilisation as we know it. City Centres will become no-go zones, drink related crime will increase exponentially until they have to turn the entire Isle of Wight into one vast Bettie Ford Clinic.
We will see rampaging mobs of career drunks roaming the streets, looting every supermarket and off-license for fresh supplies of thunderbird, 20/20 and tennants super.
Or maybe there'll be a month of chaos, then everyone settles down.
4. What’s your favourite and least favourite accents?
I love the Welsh accent. Mostly because I spent my youth listening to it on magical holidays and because Gareth Thomas - Blake of Blakes' 7 - is Welsh and was the first hero figure I remember having.
If there's an accent I can say I can't bear, it's maybe the German accent - and this is nothing to do with the War, Basil. There's a guttoral quality to it that just makes my spine itch.
5. Will the meek inherit the earth?
Who'd want it? Can we change the Will to include Mars?
The simplest ideas are often the best. In a similar vein to the fascinating Postsecret is a new site set up by a friend of JustAGirl.
Somebody Has A Secret...
Somebody Has A Secret...
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Panic over.
The holiday we've been given by my Mum was looking like it was unaffordable, but now she's added a bit of pocket money to the deal, which dispels all of my fears.
Now we just have the house-cleaning left to tackle, which will probably take all of the remaining four days - and which is going to be pretty much all on my shoulders. Joy.
And is it just us, or is everyone noticing a huge amount of Daddy Long-Legs around this year?
We're getting about ten a night - ten more than we usually see in a week - all of which get the RAID treatment. Charlie hates them with a passion, so the whole place now smells like fly spray. Lovely.
The holiday we've been given by my Mum was looking like it was unaffordable, but now she's added a bit of pocket money to the deal, which dispels all of my fears.
Now we just have the house-cleaning left to tackle, which will probably take all of the remaining four days - and which is going to be pretty much all on my shoulders. Joy.
And is it just us, or is everyone noticing a huge amount of Daddy Long-Legs around this year?
We're getting about ten a night - ten more than we usually see in a week - all of which get the RAID treatment. Charlie hates them with a passion, so the whole place now smells like fly spray. Lovely.
Meet the next American President:Possibly.
OK, so it's old news, but my healthy lack of interest in American politics meant I only discovered that the Democrats are expected to put Hillary Clinton up as their Presidential Candidate in 2008 this morning when I heard a report on the political and beaurocratic crapfest surrounding the fallout from Hurricane Katrina. She's asking for an investigation into the whole affair.
Good luck to her, I say. Can't do any worse than Bush, can she?
Sunday, September 04, 2005
The Musicoutfitters top 100 part 2: 1992 (the year I finished my 'A' levels)
1.End Of The Road, Boyz II Men
2. Baby Got Back, Sir Mix A-lot (Well, ya gotta, ain't ya?)
3.Jump, Kris Kross
4. Save The Best For Last, Vanessa Williams
5. Baby-Baby-Baby, TLC
6. Tears In Heaven, Eric Clapton
7. My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It), En Vogue
8. Under The Bridge, Red Hot Chili Peppers
9.All 4 Love, Color Me Badd
10.Just Another Day, Jon Secada
11.I Love Your Smile, Shanice
12. To Be With You, Mr. Big
13. I'm Too Sexy, Right Said Fred
14.Black Or White, Michael Jackson
15. Achy Breaky Heart, Billy Ray Cyrus
16.I'll Be There, Mariah Carey
17.November Rain, Guns N' Roses
18. Life Is A Highway, Tom Cochrane
19.Remember The Time, Michael Jackson
20. Finally, CeCe Peniston
21. This Used To Be My Playground, Madonna
22. Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough, Patty Smyth
23. Can't Let Go, Mariah Carey
24. Jump Around, House Of Pain
25. Diamonds and Pearls, Prince and The N.P.G.
26. Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me, George Michael and Elton John
27. Masterpiece, Atlantic Starr
28. If You Asked Me To, Celine Dion
29. Giving Him Something He Can Feel, En Vogue
30. Live and Learn, Joe Public
31. Come and Talk To Me, Jodeci
32. Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana
33. Humpin' Around, Bobby Brown
34. Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover, Sophie B. Hawkins Nothing to do with the naked photoshoot she did around the same time, honest.
35. Tell Me What You Want Me To Do, Teven Campbell
36. Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg, TLC
37. It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday, Boyz II Men
38. Move This, Technotronic
39. Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
40. Tennessee, Arrested Development
41. The Best Things In Life Are Free, Luther Vandross and Janet Jackson
42. Make It Happen, Mariah Carey
43. The One, Elton John
44.Set Adrift On Memory Bliss, P.M. Dawn
45. Stay, Shakespear's Sister
46.2 Legit 2 Quit, Hammer
47.Please Don't Go, K.W.S.
1.
2. Baby Got Back, Sir Mix A-lot (Well, ya gotta, ain't ya?)
3.
4. Save The Best For Last, Vanessa Williams
5. Baby-Baby-Baby, TLC
6. Tears In Heaven, Eric Clapton
7. My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It), En Vogue
8. Under The Bridge, Red Hot Chili Peppers
9.
10.
11.
12. To Be With You, Mr. Big
13. I'm Too Sexy, Right Said Fred
14.
15. Achy Breaky Heart, Billy Ray Cyrus
16.
17.
18. Life Is A Highway, Tom Cochrane
19.
20. Finally, CeCe Peniston
21. This Used To Be My Playground, Madonna
22. Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough, Patty Smyth
23. Can't Let Go, Mariah Carey
24. Jump Around, House Of Pain
25. Diamonds and Pearls, Prince and The N.P.G.
26. Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me, George Michael and Elton John
27. Masterpiece, Atlantic Starr
28. If You Asked Me To, Celine Dion
29. Giving Him Something He Can Feel, En Vogue
30. Live and Learn, Joe Public
31. Come and Talk To Me, Jodeci
32. Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana
33. Humpin' Around, Bobby Brown
34. Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover, Sophie B. Hawkins Nothing to do with the naked photoshoot she did around the same time, honest.
35. Tell Me What You Want Me To Do, Teven Campbell
36. Ain't 2 Proud 2 Beg, TLC
37. It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday, Boyz II Men
38. Move This, Technotronic
39. Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
40. Tennessee, Arrested Development
41. The Best Things In Life Are Free, Luther Vandross and Janet Jackson
42. Make It Happen, Mariah Carey
43. The One, Elton John
44.
45. Stay, Shakespear's Sister
46.
47.
Well the WAP sites run happily enough through this nifty little Windows-based WAP browser, but when I try to use them on my phone, they're not so happy. Oh well, back to the drawing board.
testing
Well, the Yahoo wap site doesn't want to work on my phone, so I'm
trying Gmail instead, from the nice people at gmobile.hopto.org
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testing mobile sending
I've sent this test post through a WAP browser to see
if I can email a few blog entries with my phone while
I'm on holiday. Why? because I'm sad!
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In 24 hours' time, I'll be the father of a six-year-old.
In 48 Hours' time, I'll be the father of a six year old whos just had her first day in year 1 of school.
I may also have signed on for the penultimate time.
In 168 hours' time, Graham will probably be sitting in this very spot.
Between Monday night and Friday night I will be variously cleaning the house, taking and retrieving Allison from school, packing and repacking suitcases, shopping for groceries, trying not to trample puppies underfoot, gathering information for the Business Plan, using up the last of my DVD-r's clearing some space for more downloads, having arguments about whether or not we can afford to go on holiday in the first place, watching the long-term weather forecast for East Yorkshire like a hawk and a dozen other things on top.
I'm not entirely sure that sleep will figure on the agenda much.
It bloody well will appear on the agenda once we're firmly ensconced in our holiday apartment in Filey.
In 48 Hours' time, I'll be the father of a six year old whos just had her first day in year 1 of school.
I may also have signed on for the penultimate time.
In 168 hours' time, Graham will probably be sitting in this very spot.
Between Monday night and Friday night I will be variously cleaning the house, taking and retrieving Allison from school, packing and repacking suitcases, shopping for groceries, trying not to trample puppies underfoot, gathering information for the Business Plan, using up the last of my DVD-r's clearing some space for more downloads, having arguments about whether or not we can afford to go on holiday in the first place, watching the long-term weather forecast for East Yorkshire like a hawk and a dozen other things on top.
I'm not entirely sure that sleep will figure on the agenda much.
It bloody well will appear on the agenda once we're firmly ensconced in our holiday apartment in Filey.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
As a rule, I don't remember my dreams. When I do, they're banal - shopping with the family, a day at work, things like that.
So the dream I had last night kinda stood out.
I dreamed that Lord Bargain, Swiss Toni, The Urban Fox and Graham were sharing a flat. Oddly enough (and this is absolutely no representation of my opinion of anyone's sexuality) everyone who visited their flat ended up blogging the following passage - "Somehow, I got shagged up the bum! I don't know how it happened, but I think someone got me drunk...". Weird, eh?
Anyway, in this dream, I wasn't going out with Charlie. Don't know if we'd split up or what, but I was in the process of meeting this blonde Jennifer Tilley soundalike (only british).
Now just lately my Dad's been taking me shopping of a Saturday morning. Sometimes I pay, sometimes he pays. This was the scenario for my dream, this new girlfriend person met my dad, then came round for dinner with Mom, who responded to her introduction with a pithy comment. The rest of the dream was took up reassuring this girl that it was still a good idea to date me.
When I told Charlie about the dream, I got drilled mercilessly about this other woman. Damned if I can't even get away with a bit of infidelity even in my dreams!
The meaning, I think, was to reassure me that the recent animosity between Charlie and my Mum isn't personal, that it's just the usual "protective mother resenting the woman who's taken her boy away" thing.
In the long run, I think it might have been easier for my subconscious to write me a note. Maybe then I might not be in the doghouse for dreaming about shagging someone else...even though I didn't. Tsk.
So the dream I had last night kinda stood out.
I dreamed that Lord Bargain, Swiss Toni, The Urban Fox and Graham were sharing a flat. Oddly enough (and this is absolutely no representation of my opinion of anyone's sexuality) everyone who visited their flat ended up blogging the following passage - "Somehow, I got shagged up the bum! I don't know how it happened, but I think someone got me drunk...". Weird, eh?
Anyway, in this dream, I wasn't going out with Charlie. Don't know if we'd split up or what, but I was in the process of meeting this blonde Jennifer Tilley soundalike (only british).
Now just lately my Dad's been taking me shopping of a Saturday morning. Sometimes I pay, sometimes he pays. This was the scenario for my dream, this new girlfriend person met my dad, then came round for dinner with Mom, who responded to her introduction with a pithy comment. The rest of the dream was took up reassuring this girl that it was still a good idea to date me.
When I told Charlie about the dream, I got drilled mercilessly about this other woman. Damned if I can't even get away with a bit of infidelity even in my dreams!
The meaning, I think, was to reassure me that the recent animosity between Charlie and my Mum isn't personal, that it's just the usual "protective mother resenting the woman who's taken her boy away" thing.
In the long run, I think it might have been easier for my subconscious to write me a note. Maybe then I might not be in the doghouse for dreaming about shagging someone else...even though I didn't. Tsk.
Friday, September 02, 2005
Why am I still awake?
1) Cos it's bin day and we needed to clean the kitchen, filling three bags with fuck only knows what.
2) Cos I've just been watching the pilot episode of Firefly.
I may pass out soon though.
It's not insomnia, it's necessity.
1) Cos it's bin day and we needed to clean the kitchen, filling three bags with fuck only knows what.
2) Cos I've just been watching the pilot episode of Firefly.
I may pass out soon though.
It's not insomnia, it's necessity.
Thursday, September 01, 2005
I don't get it. I really don't. Your city is under water, you have no electric, no food, no clean water. There are dead bodies floating past you and the most powerful man in the world is hovering over your head in a Government warcopter.So what good is that new TV, that new computer going to do you? What twisted logic leads you to take potshots at the rescue copters evacuating 20,000 people from a football stadium?
Looting food, water I could understand. Just about. But these people are raiding electrical shops, gun shops. They're jacking cars and buses. People around the world are going to look at New Orleans and they're going to see the American people acting like this, and when America comes to those countries asking for aid in rebuilding Louisiana, what do you think the answer will be? These people are ambassadors, representatives of the United States and their message is going over loud and clear around the globe. Fuck the people, just grab as much as you can. It's the American way, isn't it? The acquisition of more things?
I heard on the radio this afternoon that people are calling this America's Tsunami. How crass. How selfish. How egotistical. A quarter of a million people died in the East Asian Tsunami. Untold millions were affected. Cities and towns on two continents were devastated. How can you look at a flood that's barely covered one city, barely killed a thousand people and put it on the same magnitude? How can you say that the deaths from Hurricane Katrina were as unavoidable and immediate as from the tsunami? These people had plenty of warning. They had every chance to get away.
I've also heard it said that the people doing the looting are as poor as the people from Indonesia who were devastated by the tsunami.
Are they serious? We're talking about the richest, proudest country in the world. They wouldn't let such abject poverty exist in one of their most major cities, would they? You seriously expect me to believe that right in the heart of America's Oil refining industry, there's people who survive on less than the basics - with little or no running water, meagre rations and living in tin huts?
If this is true, how can America bear to look the rest of the world in the face and lecture anyone about human rights and decent living standards? Why on earth should we accept that the American Way is the Right Way?
There's a quotation I heard once which says something like "The effectiveness of a state can be judged by its citizens". Following that rule, the US needs to be condemned in the strongest terms possible by as many people as possible.
And like the belligerent, cruel, hypocritical bully child it is, the US Government will take no notice whatsoever. Thoroughly disgusting.
We go on Holiday in ten days time. A week in Yorkshire.
It was a "gift" from my Mother.
It means we have to go when we need to pay £180 in bills, take Allison out of school for a week, abandon mother and ten puppies for a week and find temporary homes for a rabbit and a huge six month old, very boistrous puppy.
When I asked my mum for help solving one of these problems so we could all go on holiday instead of one of us having to stay behind to look after the animals she went crazy, accusing us of being ungrateful. Apparently I'm not supposed to bother her with practical problems and just be grateful for the holiday she'd booked for herself and my sister but had decided she wouldn't go on a few weeks earlier.
I've always made a point of not asking my parents for help. When a problem arises - any problem - my first thought is "how can we solve this ourselves?". This had led to many clashes and arguments between me and Charlie because her first thought is "Which parents should we get to bail us out of this one?". I've been nagged blind, or even tricked into accepting help we didn't need over the years, only to be let down or have to perform disgusting forfeits, like being nice to the man who once wanted to have me kidnapped and pushed off a cliff while he abducted my kids and forcibly adopted them.
I've been living on my own for thirteen years now. I think that's plenty of time to have cut the apron strings and to be standing on my own two feet, no matter how difficult the situation. I don't want to go to other people for help, I want to cope with what we've got.
Take last christmas, for example. Christmas, for Charlie, is the most important time of the year. There's a desperation that sets in around October time, and a manic need to enjoy the season that means we have to spend the whole of November and December (and January too) listening exclusively to Christmas songs. We have a DVD-r full of christmas MP3's. two weeks of continuous music.
She wants to spend every spare penny from September until Christmas Eve on presents. She worked out yesterday that if we spent £25 a week on shopping from now on, we could raise £1000 for Christmas.
I haven't checked her working out yet, but fuckin' hell!
Last Christmas was dire. I'd just been forced to quit a horrible job, my benefits weren't being paid and all we had to live off was what Charlie was getting in and what I could earn selling crap VHS movies on Ebay. Well, the videos netted us £300, which wasn't bad and was enough for me. Not for C. She borrowed £500 off her family (on top of the £400 she'd previously borrowed) so that she could mollify the manic desire to buy "enough presents for the kids" - a strange number, which changes every time she picks up the Argos catlogue or walks past Toys R Us.
On one level, I can understand where she's coming from. Her family brought her up on the verge of poverty, hardly bothering with presents for Christmas or Birthdays. Just a few years ago, a birthday present off her parents consisted of a punnet of fruit. So she has this psychological need to make sure her kids get a "good" christmas.
Her inability to cope with an "average" christmas that I could have provided singlehanded (It's no exaggeration that she probably would have had a nervous breakdown if we hadn't found some extra money from somewhere) means that we are now £1000 further in debt this christmas than we were last christmas, we can't borrow any more money off anyone and we're looking at a season with just a touch more money than last time. If we'd coped on our own, we would be able to cope this year - we'd be practised in turning virtually nothing into a passable Christmas. Now we have no-one to turn to and nothing to work with. I don't think she's realised that yet. She will when she reads this later today.
There is hope, however. I will soon be compiling a Business Plan for a business venture I know will work, which could give us something like £150 a week in disposable income. Added to that, I have another stash of crap videos which could raise some decent cash. On the whole, I think we can have a decent christmas without any help from anyone else. Unfortunately, I don't think "decent" will satisfy Charlie and I don't know how she's going to cope with that.
I'm off to work out a daily budget between now and Christmas so I can try and figure out where this £1000 is supposed to come from...
It was a "gift" from my Mother.
It means we have to go when we need to pay £180 in bills, take Allison out of school for a week, abandon mother and ten puppies for a week and find temporary homes for a rabbit and a huge six month old, very boistrous puppy.
When I asked my mum for help solving one of these problems so we could all go on holiday instead of one of us having to stay behind to look after the animals she went crazy, accusing us of being ungrateful. Apparently I'm not supposed to bother her with practical problems and just be grateful for the holiday she'd booked for herself and my sister but had decided she wouldn't go on a few weeks earlier.
I've always made a point of not asking my parents for help. When a problem arises - any problem - my first thought is "how can we solve this ourselves?". This had led to many clashes and arguments between me and Charlie because her first thought is "Which parents should we get to bail us out of this one?". I've been nagged blind, or even tricked into accepting help we didn't need over the years, only to be let down or have to perform disgusting forfeits, like being nice to the man who once wanted to have me kidnapped and pushed off a cliff while he abducted my kids and forcibly adopted them.
I've been living on my own for thirteen years now. I think that's plenty of time to have cut the apron strings and to be standing on my own two feet, no matter how difficult the situation. I don't want to go to other people for help, I want to cope with what we've got.
Take last christmas, for example. Christmas, for Charlie, is the most important time of the year. There's a desperation that sets in around October time, and a manic need to enjoy the season that means we have to spend the whole of November and December (and January too) listening exclusively to Christmas songs. We have a DVD-r full of christmas MP3's. two weeks of continuous music.
She wants to spend every spare penny from September until Christmas Eve on presents. She worked out yesterday that if we spent £25 a week on shopping from now on, we could raise £1000 for Christmas.
I haven't checked her working out yet, but fuckin' hell!
Last Christmas was dire. I'd just been forced to quit a horrible job, my benefits weren't being paid and all we had to live off was what Charlie was getting in and what I could earn selling crap VHS movies on Ebay. Well, the videos netted us £300, which wasn't bad and was enough for me. Not for C. She borrowed £500 off her family (on top of the £400 she'd previously borrowed) so that she could mollify the manic desire to buy "enough presents for the kids" - a strange number, which changes every time she picks up the Argos catlogue or walks past Toys R Us.
On one level, I can understand where she's coming from. Her family brought her up on the verge of poverty, hardly bothering with presents for Christmas or Birthdays. Just a few years ago, a birthday present off her parents consisted of a punnet of fruit. So she has this psychological need to make sure her kids get a "good" christmas.
Her inability to cope with an "average" christmas that I could have provided singlehanded (It's no exaggeration that she probably would have had a nervous breakdown if we hadn't found some extra money from somewhere) means that we are now £1000 further in debt this christmas than we were last christmas, we can't borrow any more money off anyone and we're looking at a season with just a touch more money than last time. If we'd coped on our own, we would be able to cope this year - we'd be practised in turning virtually nothing into a passable Christmas. Now we have no-one to turn to and nothing to work with. I don't think she's realised that yet. She will when she reads this later today.
There is hope, however. I will soon be compiling a Business Plan for a business venture I know will work, which could give us something like £150 a week in disposable income. Added to that, I have another stash of crap videos which could raise some decent cash. On the whole, I think we can have a decent christmas without any help from anyone else. Unfortunately, I don't think "decent" will satisfy Charlie and I don't know how she's going to cope with that.
I'm off to work out a daily budget between now and Christmas so I can try and figure out where this £1000 is supposed to come from...
I wonder, now Bush has seen the devastation for himself, now an entire city has to be evacuated, now potentially thousands are dead, whether he still believes climate change isn't happening.
And isn't it good to see the true spirit of America emerging in the middle of this great tragedy? It's so heartening to hear that rescue efforts have been cut back in order to deal with the gangs of heavily armed looters. I do hope nobody dies because the police and armed forces were off arresting looters instead of dragging them out of their flooded homes.
Protect the stuff, fuck the people. Vote Bush in 2004. Hope you're proud, Middle America.
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