Back in black, I've hit the sack, it's been too long and I'm glad to be back.

Ahh yes, the wonderful AC/DC there for a title since I couldn't think of a more appropiate title.

It's been a long while since I last posted. I must admit, at times I've got a real poor attention span. However, a lot has gone on since my last post. My age as increased by a whole number. I'm now living in halls and my hair is starting to grow back to it's wild ways from when I was 16.

I've also became an uncle for the first time which has made me proud. However, I'm back and officially, my first week back at uni (with lectures and what not) is now over. 3 modules that I'm really looking forward to (Communication Studies, Authorship and Theory and Humour Writing) and one that basically I'm shitting a brick over (Media Research and Methods or something like that.)

The past two weeks have been interesting. Met a group of really good people due to me moving into halls, especially one guy who not only brings the worst out in me, but also is quite similiar to me. Our first day of Freshers was my corridor drinking from half 1ish/2 in the afternoon til 6ish, ignoring the fire and safety talks cos we were getting on so well, then we went to Oceana which I wasn't keen on. The rest of the week included alot of drinking, especially the Monday night where I passed out in a poor girls bathroom after vomitting because somebody poured me what could only be described as half a tumbler of Tequila (or half the amount of the image above).
However, I recently found out that my good friend who brings out the worst in me (Joe) cleaned the toilet up with bleach which led to a rumour that me, Joe and Claire participated in a threesome. Now, as much as I love to put my hands up and admit to this, it didn't happen because a) I was passed out and b) it would've only lasted seven seconds.

Anyways, the rest of the week consisted of drinking and band practice which was fun. Then the start of lectures. Authorship and Theory was good because I was back with the old gang again. Media Research or whatever it was called was a bit well, dull.

On the Tuesday I was actually in The Plashing Voles lecture (yes, I was the guy in the blue t-shirt who turned up a few minutes late!). I quite enjoyed the lecture and can't wait for the module to continue and on Wednesday evening was the brilliant Humour Writing.

Thursday night, I went to Planet where I spent £5.50 all night, which was brilliant. Me, Joe and Claire (From the rumour/threesome story) went and headed back to Joe's and I's kitchen for a post party drink/food/chat since we all get on like a house on fire. I didn't go to bed til 7am and I woke up at half 11 the same morning with a fucking cold. Now I thought fair enough, I did only wear T-Shirts and Shorts last night, but then I realised that all the guys on my floor had this cold and the girl upstairs was pretty much in isolation cos of it, so I've spent the last 48 hours isolated, moody and sleeping with the radiators on to sweat out of me. I still feel like crap but I'm hoping that I fully recover for Monday.

Before I go, I'd like to post this video because I don't know about you, but when I was 13, I loved this song because the video contained two girls snogging the faces of each other. Goodnight.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1agzp_PM-Z4

Stolen Idea

Yes I have stolen this from Ewar and Merciless Public (who I've convinced to buy Xbox Live...say goodbye to your lack of social life)

What would I say to myself 10 years ago? When I was 8?

• If you come acosted by your 'best friend' and his cousin in a alley and held up to a fence, always get him back a few weeks later by smacking him in the face with a lunch box, forcing him to spend a night in hospital.
• Then get revenge on his cousin by in a junior football match, when going up for a header against him, miss the ball completely and headbutt him.
• Dont become a sex pest
• Don't get to the position where you are bessotted by twins or someone who will break your heart because she is a lesbian.
• You may seem like you are a unused sub at junior football, but you will get better.
• Don't steal Bod's charizoid Pokemon card, he'll cry
• Don't call Bod a cottager, he'll cry.
• Learn one guitar chord
• Learn another
• Learn a third guitar chord
• Form a punk band
• Never work at McDonalds, they'll only fuck you over with a shit pay structure to boot.
• Serenade a girl called Sourface at every opportunity
• Don't lust after the your two good looking high school English teachers
• Don't look up the skirt of the decent looking PE teacher as she drunkenly dances whilst sat on the floor behind you with her legs open at your 6th Form leavers party
• LEarn guitar at a real early age and get a teacher
• Don't be reckless with your money

Long winded I know, but hey, we all start somewhere

End of a year

September 2008 I stood lost in Wolverhampton, wondering which way it was to the university on a nice sunny day.

Fast forward to May 2009, I stood in university with my friends after I finished my exam and my first year of University and what was on my mind? What marks would I get on my Intro to Comms Presentation which after 3 weeks (18 hours worth) of practicing my presentation just to fuck up one of my major points on target audience of propaganda (this is for you Voley). Would I pass my remaining modules to pass the first year? NO! I stood there with my now called best friends asking which way is it to the pub and where the fuck is Bod. Ironic how he said he'd buy me a drink but yet he pissed off.

What a year it has been. So many highlights, a fair few great people and a couple of low points which isn't actually related to university in a way.

I started this blog as an assignment. I never meant for it to spiral out of control. But it has and I'm proud of it because I'm tried so many times before to maintain such a thing but to no luck. And as I'm writing, I still haven't got a clue what to write about.

The highlights of course have been reading about the lives and loves of my followers, making great friends such as Merciless Public who has shared many a afternoon/evening drinking with me, carrying me to the metro after an afternoon of drinking which I consumed 9 Coronas, where we would talk about girls, our love lives and how great I am at pool, only for him to sod off at Black Lake and leave me alone to get off at West Bromwich.

How we paid £5 quid for tickets to see a shite band just before Christmas. How we tried to sell these tickets to the ticket touts outside the Little Civic who were touting for tickets of Ocean Colour Scene. How on the same night, he read a text when I revealed to some one I liked them, just because I couldn't read that text due to me shitting it.

These are some of the highlights I can remember of our time together.

Eawarwoowar who I'm still thinking is still a fragment of my imagination because I've never saw him in person. He is a good lad who despite being 34% Gay and conning me out of a prize on a lookalike contest. How me, him and Merciless Public shared many a night on MSN discussing girls because we have nothing else to do.

As anything changed since September? Yes, I feel more confident about presentations and I'm now finding my feet in social circles. Would I change anything about it? Apart from that woman in the Royal London, would I balls.

Last Night's Question Time.

What a farking show it was!

I reccomend you all (yes all 5 of my followers, thank you very much) to watch it here.

On the panel, the Housing Minister Margaret Beckett; Shadow Work and Pensions Secretary Theresa May; the former Liberal Democrat Leader Ming Campbell; the UK Chief Executive of McDonalds, Steve Easterbrook; and Benedict Brogan, Associate Editor of the Daily Telegraph.

Yes, my former employer was on the show. Cock.

As everyone can gather, since Benedict Brogan from the DT was on hand, the talk was about the expenses row which led into the forthcoming MEP Elections.

The audience were fired up. It was explosive. Margaret Beckett being heckeled with 'do you think you are better than us?' was pretty much awesome. When she had a go back, the heckler said 'how dare you speak to me like that'. But I just want you to watch it because I know most of you have got time on your hands today since footy got cancelled due to the weather.

Just a few quick notes from last night show from my view.

Benedict Brogan, Assistant Editor of the Daily Telegraph


Phillip (Pip) Schofield, Presenter, This Morning



Notice the resemblence? Heres another one.

Lou Carpenter (Tom Oliver, Actor) Neighbours, or Harry Enfield, comedian, actor



George Park, audience member, last nights Question Time



Yes, I've planned these since last night after watching QT. If you have any more, let me know and I'll post your suggestions :)

Coheed and Cambria

"Good morning sunshine, awake when the sun hits the sky. Look up to the sounds that surrounds the day you died. She waits for me outside in a hole in the ground. There is one way thinking that you may get the upper hand..." - Coheed and Cambria in the song 'Junesong Provision' from 'The Second Stage Turbine Blade' album.

The song lyrics that I quoted above has a conceptual meaninn. The story behind the song is: After fleeing from the Kilgannon house in Everything Evil, Claudio decides that he has to leave Hetricus, and Newo, behind in order to keep her safe from whatever is after him. He visits her house and watches her sleep for a while, eventually saying a mental goodbye to her and taking a photo of her to keep. He stows aboard the Guile Griever, a trash hauling ship, and it leaves Hetricus for good. Meanwhile, on it’s way to Paris: Earth, the Gloria Vel Vessa has come into trouble and Coheed and Cambria fear that the ship may crash.

For those who are unaware, Coheed and Cambria are a nu-prog band whose four albums are based around a conceptual story called The Amory Wars, which are now being printed into Graphic Novels. They have one album left in the story which in Star Wars like fashion, is the album on how the story started. Their last album, 'Good Apollo, I'm Burning Star IV, Volume Two: No World for Tomorrow' is the album which the story meets its tragic ending.

This synopsis is from the fansite of the band called Cobalt and Calcium (taking on the abbreviation of the Co&CA of the bands name).

The Amory Wars takes place in Heaven's Fence, a collection of 78 planets held in place by interconnecting beams of energy, known as the Keywork. The story revolves around the messianic Claudio Kilgannon, son of Coheed Kilgannon and Cambria Kilgannon. Over the course of the story, Claudio assumes the mantle of The Crowing, foretold savior of Heaven's Fence. In the end, he must face the "Supreme Tri-mage" Wilhelm Ryan, absolute ruler of Heaven's Fence and the one ultimately responsible for the death of Claudio's family.

I believe that this is such a awesome story. A gripping, yet tragic narrative, which would work well with and without the science fiction conventions and I believe that the story helps make the band stronger in songs and gives the band a better advantage over 'mainstream' fans.

West Bromwich

West Bromwich. My hometown. A town full of despair, unemployed, uneducated (snobbish I know and some from Brom have gained a great education). Where the skies are grey and the towns 'landmark' is a big, attrocious magneta fishtank which cost the tax payers of Sandwell £53 Million (which could have been spent on a new public swimming baths, cinema, theatre etc for the younger generation, to give them something to live for.

From the description above, the outsiders would think and say that West Bromwich is a dump of a town. They are right. Apart from two things.

Deep into West Bromwich, there is a nice, old church called All Saints. It is a wonderful piece of architect. The building, in any given day will make people smile because it gives them something to be proud of. Then, there are a few country lanes which leads into Sandwell Valley, Sandwell Valley Farm and Forge Mill Lake/Farm.

I've walked around Sandwell Valley many a time. Visiting the ruins of the Priory (which is also the same site as Sandwell Hall, a house where the Earl of Dartmouth lived, which is yards away from a well which is called Sandwell, due to the base of the well being made from sand). I should mention that The Priory was also a mental hospital in Lehmans terms.

These 'uncovered' gems of beauty in my little, dull town are wonderful. They're breathtaking. I would encourage The Plashing Vole and his 'map-twatting' friends to visit the 20,000 acre site, because I believe that in this small place called the Black Country, there is nothing more beautiful than this on our doorstep.

Blog Questionnaire

Age? 18

Sex? Male

What is your degree subject (both if joint)? Media and Communication Studies and Film Studies

Does ‘Being Bad’ relate well to the other modules you are taking? Personally not really.

If so, how? And if not, why not? Other than Bad Cinema, the weekly sessions I felt did not have connections to media studies, communication studies nor film studies.

Have you found ‘Being Bad’ too demanding, too easy, or at an appropriate level? Appropiate level, all three assignments have been fun

Do you think the list of topics covered on the module was appropriate? Yes

Are there any topics not included in the module that you would like to see included? No

Do you think that the format for classes has worked well? Yes

What did you think of the module team? Well put together, made for good lectures

Do you think it would have been better to have had more: No, too many cooks spoil the broth

Small group discussions? Yes, more of these would have been helpful

Discussion and debate among the class as a whole? Yes

Information and talk from lecturers? I thought that the lectures information and talk was at the right ammount.

The approach taken in the module is interdisciplinary (drawing on perspectives from English Literature, Film Studies, Creative Writing, Philosophy, Media Studies and Politics): do you think this a useful way of approaching the topics covered in the module? I think so yes

Do you think that interdisciplinary modules are a good idea? Yes, I feel that they will be helpful in the following 2 years at Uni.

Do you think you have benefited from the interdisciplinary approach taken in the module? No, because I believe I'm a bad person.

Would you like to see more modules that cover this kind of subject matter? Possibly

Are you planning to take the follow-up module PH2004 ‘It Shouldn’t Be Allowed’ at level 2? Depends on if other modules in Level 2 appeal to me.

Would you recommend ‘Being Bad’ to a friend? I think so

Do you think that the blogs (web logs) were a good idea? Yes because they introduced me to the fun ness of blogging and no because it's easy to forget about posting.

What did you think of the other assessments (e.g. would it be better to have one longer assessment rather than two shorter ones?)? I really enjoyed writing both assigments and I thought that the two shorter ones were a great format.

What have you learned from the module? That being bad is wrong!

What parts of the module have you found most useful and why? Blogging because it is a useful tool

What parts do you think were a waste of time and why? Blogging because it is easy to froget about the blog

Are there any other comments you wish to make regarding ‘Being Bad’? Remember kids, if you're being bad, you'll make your mamma get mad - Mr T.

Bad Cinema

Cinema and movies are one of the greatest forms of escapism. Audiences watch films as a social event or to escape in a story. However, there have been films made that are too realistic for the modern cinema. That exposes the awful truths of systems, schools, children and even authority. Films such as Kids (1995), A Clockwork Orange (1971), Scum (1979) and Maitresse (1976) portray this with acts that would make uneasy viewing for the audience and therefore create controversy, which means that the film will receive publicity.

A Clockwork Orange is a film made in 1971 by the late Stanley Kubrick. The film shows many scenes of ultra violence, sexual pleasures and even a gang rape of a woman. Kids is a 1995 film which amongst it's themes of sexually active teenagers, there are also themes of paedophilia, HIV and drugs. In the first scene of the film there is a 17 year old who kisses and convinces a 12 year old to lose her virginity to him. Scum is a 1979 film with Ray Winstone. It reveals the truths of a corrupted youth prison service and shows violence and a gang rape of a minor male. Maitresse is a 1976 film which shows controversial themes of sado-masochism by vagina whipping and more excruciating viewing of nailing a penis to a plank of wood.

These films contains controversial subjects that are disturbing, immoral and in some cases corrupt. I feel that they shouldn't be represented in the cinema because as it distracts away from the escapism that the cinemas offers the cinema goer.

Rape affects a lot of women and men and it is a traumatising ordeal every time rape is mentioned in chat or shown in a fictional or dramatised way. In Scum where Davis gets raped by the three older boys, it is disturbing and painful to watch because of the humiliation that is caused which leads to the victim to take his own life. The same can be said in A Clockwork Orange with the rape of Mrs. Alexander. Both films also show disturbing scenes of ultra violence, which is a key theme in A Clockwork Orange. At the time of the initial releases of both films, violence and such acts of rape are forbidden in society, however now it seems that violence, rape and sex is now accepted in modern society, which means that certification laws are now relaxed so film makers can pretty much film whatever they want.

Kids first scene shows a 17 year old male character, kissing a 12 year old girl and coaxing her into sexual intercourse with him. Subjects such as paedophilia, despite it being a main stay in the worldwide press, is still immoral, disturbing and corrupt, especially when the older person in the 'relationship' is old enough to know what he is doing. This makes uncomfortable viewing for the adults who have children or are planning to start families because it exposes the dangers of what children are growing up in with adults and in some cases teenagers. Maitresse shows the immoral world of sado-masochism and makes for excruciating viewing when a man's penis gets nailed into a plank of wood. Even, today with television stunt shows where this is a popular stunt, is immoral because of the fact that it's a disturbing event that many would feel is that they can't escape with a film when something appalling like this has happened. But the only way these films and events get screened is because realism and realistic films like these are now socially acceptable because they blast open the planets population for what it really is, sex and pain addicts.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0113540/ - Kids

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074883/ - Maitresse

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0079871/ - Scum

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066921/ - A Clockwork Orange

True Story about me and girls.

Once when I was a 15 year old teenager who liked to skateboard (or pretend to), me and my friends played football in a park against some girls. They were good. We enjoyed each others company and I fell for a girl with black and pink spikey hair called Loz who had a troubled past. (I won't use her real name here).

However, she kicked me up in the air and I hobbled off the field of play, in love and totally unware on what would happen. She somehow obtained my number and she said do you fancy going out? I was sceptical about it all and said you're having me on? She was gorgeous and 17, I was nerdy and skinny. When she told me of her intentions, I said yes.

We had a good time together, two of my friends and two of her friends got it on with each other, it was a beautiful summer, maybe one of the best of my short life. Football, relationship and being with good friends. My best memory of her is either when her friends and mine were trying to kick a ball at us whilst we were rolling around, kissing, ignoring their idiotic antics, or that wonderful Sunday afternoon where the sun was shining in the cemetary where we always used to met by the park and we fell asleep in each others arms.

Then weeks later she wasn't replying to my texts, her friends didn't hear anything from her, nothing. I was lost without her, I didn't know what to do with myself at a time where I was comfortable and confident to talk to girls.

Then she dumped me. She said she couldn't hack the relationship which in break up terms, is bullshit. 6 Months later after I got beaten up because an arguement me and a friend had over her (not beaten up by friends but a gang of black kids who witnessed it all), I find out that she had a dark secret.

'I've been a lesbian since I was 13, I didn't know why I was hiding it from myself, you were really a special lad and I can never forget you'

I was gutted, I loved her, I was in love, or so I thought. I see her now from time to time in Walsall's Wharf Bar but we never speak.

True story, if you don't believe me, ask Bod. He witnessed it all.

But yes, this is why I'm now terrible around girls. I have no confidence in myself in talking to girls unless they talk to me and it says why I've been single since last Summer.

So if you do know any girls or if your are a girl yourself, just remember that the only reason why I'm silent around you is because of me, not you :)

A review of last night.

Last night (18th April 2009) I along with my friend went to see some bands. Well two of the bands are good friends of mine and the headline act are a signed band who have some popularity on the indie scene. But last night, it wasn't about the cool indie kids, it wasn't about looking pretty, it wasn't even about egos. Last night was about pure old fashioned ugly, nitty gritty rock and roll, Punk style.

I was at the Stein Bar to see Blind Stagger, Donkey Ride to Gibralta, Your Last Winter and Arcadian Kicks. I walked into Walsall with my imperfect mohawk, with my Donkey Ride t-shirt and black jeans. I left Walsall entrhalled, buzzing and somewhat disturbed (which I will talk about later on.)

Blind Stagger are a local indie band with which I thought was some hard rock elements from West Bromwich/Walsall. They were the openers and they had a nice set, which set up the tight packed crowd for the rest of the night. They were a good band and I believe that these guys can build up a nice solid fan base because I believe that they deserve it. And they are top lads too to boot.

Next up was Melodic Hardcore punk band Donkey Ride to Gibralta. As usual they had a great tight set. To be fair to the indie kids, they stayed around to view the madness. The madness was genius. Whilst in the toilets I was talking to Bass guitarist Ant and his Vocalist brother Ash that at the end of the month they are recording a follow up to Abandon Your Friends (which is a solid EP, my favourite track either being Scenes Dont Fall, They Crash Around Me or the bonus track, She's the One.). They ended their enthusiastic, energetic and brutal set with My Establishment Will Never Understand How Robots Really Work. Me and Devo were into this as we sang the lyrics to the song. Check them out.

Then it was young up-and-coming vampire pop punk band Your Last Winter who sound like Blink 182 crossed with Alkaline Trio which seems to be a favourable formula now that Blink have reunited. They were the crowd pleasers of the night and possibly along with Donkey Ride they band who the crowd came to see. They were the original headliners of the night and they played a great, good fun set. Josh White had the crowd in the palm of his hand when they were singing along to their big song Lets Work It Out. They are one hell of a catchy band and they are recording their EP at the end of the month too, I suspect that these will become somewhat big, they deserve it too for the hard work they've put in since last year after endless ammounts of bass players and drummers.

And the headline act, Arcadian Kicks. They're a promising band apparantly. But I didn't see this promise, and not even the crowd who were up for the gig for the past three bands. This resulted in the crowd leaving and only a handful of people checking out the band. They didn't live up to the hype that they've had built around them. Fronted by two good looking girls, but that was it. As I said earlier, YLW were original headliners but the Stein Bar brought in Arcadian Kicks in order to bring more people in which didn't happen and therefore resulted in epic failure. Their set seemed boring, the band didn't want to be there and they were lackluster.

But the disturbing part of the night is when my friend Carl, dressed as Fred Filnstone(in a blonde wig) and groped me.

Bling Stagger MySpace
Donkey Ride to Gibralta MySpace
Your Last Winter MySpace

Sorry...

So I've been accussed of Blogging foul play by a few people, for this I apologize to the people who I cheated and named and shamed. Hopefully I'll be seeing them in a joint MSN convo tonight.

But tonight, I'm just glad she's gone. They say the truth hurts? And she knows it does. She can't make sacrifices well she can't be with me. Because what works for one, works for the other right? Well if she can't accept the fact, grow up, be an adult about it and see my points of view, well I'm glad to see her gone. God, ex girlfriends piss me off.

However, I've wrote a song called Voodoo Doll. It is in draft version but I've got the guitar rhythm in my head as we speak and I can't wait to grab my acoustic or electric tomorrow to jam it out. Looks like I'll be playing Football Manager tonight before the Inbetweeners starts tonight, so sorry once again guys and sayonara.

Just for the record

To those whom it concerns.

A certain Sir Patrick of Campbell, Wellington, Telford and Sir Daniel Adam of Edmonds, Hill Top, West Bromwich accused me of cheating in some silly quiz (which I won btw and no Daniel, not by cheating. HAve you got proof of me cheating? No. Have you got proof of Bod going to LA public toilets with George Michael for a bit of Cottage Pie? YES! and btw Bod, we wish you the best with you pregnancy, 9 months is a long time, I know)

So I didn''t cheat and I wan't my prize.

PS. You can still spit at me cos thats how I roll and thanks to Dan for telling me about PAtricks whereabouts :)

Easter

So it's Easter Sunday. Afer a nice Sunday roast (the first I've enjoyed straight off the cooker instead of out the microwave in the last 20 months) and a mug of tea, I settle down in my room on my beanbag a happy man.

I've got GTA 4: The Lost and the Damned playing on my Xbox. Live stream of football starting on the internet and a strangle little website that I call Omegle where you can chat to strangers. Permitting, these strangers could be anybody. It could be a rapist, a paedo or just a normal teenager. I quite like the idea of talking to strangers. Ok these people can be talking utter bollocks but it's quirky. I'll go back to my Media and Communications lecturer William Pawlett who has a huge love for a theorist called Baudrillard and he reckons we are all signs, we are all images. And basically he broke it down to that in communication, there is you and a stranger talking (well thats what I think) and that is what goes on in this Omegle. No user names, just You: and Stranger:

YEah I can talk to some right douchebags, but I can meet some cool people, it may not be their real selves but they are cool people and it was why I was talking to a first year English student at the Royal Holloway university in London called Jim. His dad was in a punk band.

My easter Sunday will now consist off playing more games, chatting to more people, watching more sports, drinking more tea and eating more chocolate.

But my weekend has been unusual. I quit my job at McDonalds on Friday. Started chatting to a girl who I went to 6th form with (year below me) and she was dropping hints of flirting but then saying how much she loves her boyfriend. But I think she's got a soft spot for me because she wouldn't drop hints like I bet you can't wait to get laid next or I'm sure the next girl will be under your nose or I get fed up of my boyfriend being away in the army all the time. Also yesterday and old friend of mine declared her love for me. She's a nice girl and all and she always said she looked to me as the big brother (yes she is also the year below me) but I don't want to do anything to her cos I know I'd be a prick about it. But yes it explains why I'm single I suppose.

God bless, much love :)

Bad Behaviour

Bad behaviour is seen pretty much everywhere these days. Football games, sopa operas, on the streets, in schools and even in pubs. What warrants such behaviour and how can we combat it?

In the lecture, we talked about numerous things such as shoplifting, prostitution and stalking. Yes all three are morally wrong and are bad things to do, but why do we do it?

Well it is down to a number of things, it can be psychological, it could be the rush, it could be obssesive (which are all attributes to shoplifting, prostitution and and stalking), it could be peer pressure (shoplifting) and finally it could be down to the fact that you have to financially support you and your family (shoplifting and prostitution).

Peer pressure is why teenagers do stupid and 'bad' things. Smoke, drink, steal, have sex and even damage property. It's falling in with the wrong crowd. These wrong crowds can force teenagers to do these things because a) they won't get in trouble because of it and b) it is always better when someone else is doing the bad deed. How can we prevent peer pressure? We can't, it is one of those things when everyone is growing up. We've all been there.

Prostitution has few meanings. You can whore yourself out on the streets. You can whore yourself out on social networks to gain friends. You can whore your band out to the mainstream to make more money. But prostitution isn't as bad as stalking, but prostitution is more a way of life. It is known that prostitution has gone on for centuries and that nothing can prevent it, it is why we have red light districts, the seedier areas of town so prostitutes and strippers can ply their trade at night. Prostitutes are probably forced into such profession either due to financial difficulties or because they are owned by some dirty old bloke called One Eyed Dave who runs the local casino, just to make himself money when business is quiet. I mean I've been there, walking back from town drunk because I haven't got no money for a taxi. And to get home I have to walk through the red light district, then you get hounded by prostitute after prostitute after prostitute because you're young, because you're drunk and because you're a easy target. How can we combat it? We can't. It is the same with stalking. We can't combat bad behaviour because no matter how many laws we will slap down, it would still happen to one way or another.

http://kidshealth.org/teen/your_mind/problems/shoplifting.html

John Tomlinson's death, Parkinson's comments on Jade Goody etc.

(These views are the views of me and nobody else, if my views cause offence, don't read.)


There stands a man. A man who finished work, had a couple of pints and walked home. A man who is completely innocent but yet died at the hands of the police. A normal man, who had his demons like the rest of us. The police denied any wrong-doing because they can, now thanks to the Guardian newspaper, the police are being investigated. Ian Tomlinson died moments of a heart attack after this attack by the police. (video below).



I'm glad that there is a ICPP investigation for this. The police was employed at this demonstration to keep the peace, not to kill a innocent man. The man who caused Mr. Tomlinson's death should be scentenced for manslaughter. But yes I forgot, a set of rules of the average public joe and different sets of rules for authority (police, politicians etc.). I can bet that this police officer won't even get a jail scentence, despite commiting an act of manslaughter. This is why this country is going to ruin. What is great about this country? Nothing is. Knife crime, gang crime, gun crime, police carrying out the crime. The police who are supposed to be preventing crime is now playing a part in crime, but yet when the public get threatened, and they have a go back, they either get killed, injured or arrested. What is going on with this country?

Another thing that grinds my gears about the UK, is Jade Goody. Yes OK, it is sad when a young mother has died, and she said she sold her stories to different publications to support her sons future, but why? What has she done good for this country? OK, raise awareness of cervical cancer. But she gets all the recognition, all the column inches that REAL heroes who fight wars, who save lives don't get nothing but a pat on the back. Jade Goody exploited her self so she could redeem her mistakes in the past. I think she isn't a racist, but she is pig ignorant that she doesn't know the meanings of the words that dribble out her mouth (ie. Celebrity Big Brother/Shipla Shetty).

She got a f***ing televised funeral. Why? She's not a patron saint, she's not a member of the royal family, but yet this country are mourning Jade's death like she is a hero? She is not a hero.

Public however do think that she is a hero. I agree with Michael Parkinson's comments.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/jade-goody/5114664/Jade-Goody-represented-wretched-Britain-says-Sir-Michael-Parkinson.html

She does represent a wretched Britain, the police who killed John Tomlinson, do represent a wretched Britain. The youths who murder other youths, the rapists, the serial killers, the Real IRA who killed in Northern Ireland represent a wrestched Britain and it is time that someone (Gordon Brown) should clean up this mess!

And I think my popularity rating, like Premier Brown's is now on the decline. :)

Smoking.

Then man in the green mask burst on to our screens with an iconic look and a iconic catchphrase. I'm smoking. Yes, and so was my toast this morning when I left it in the toaster.

Smoking in my high school was not only considered cool, but it was a form of socialising.

"You smoke mate?"..."20p for a fag."... "lets go round the green boxes for a drag." (the green boxes were two portable changing rooms in dark green paint.) These people who asked me such questions I ignored because I don't smoke. This is why I'm the uncool kid in my class, the one with untidy hair, listening to different music (yes I was the only teenager in my school to enjoy punk music.) and even dressing in full uniform because I didn't want a detention.

As I grew older (and not much wiser) none of these have changed, apart from a few things. I don't smoke, I have untidy hair, I listen to punk music, but I dress normal-ish, depending on which side of the fence you are located.

Smoking looks cool doesn't it? You see all these celebrities smoking and most of the public would go ahh wow, look at Britney Spears with her pack of smokes. Smoking gets all the men and smoking gets all the girls etc. etc.

Smoking also gives you bad breath, cuts your life expectancy and is a costly, costly habit. Would you wanna meet that dream date and when they kiss you they suddenly back away because of your cigarette breath? Hell no.

Sayonara.

(http://www.ninjapirate.com/smoking.html)

Lying with integrity...

A wise man once told me (My Grandad), "A lie is a lie, even if it is told with integrity, a lie is still a lie." I believe him, a lie is a lie, no matter how small it is, or if it is told with integrity. Yet we all do it. I do it not to hurt those I love. I do it because I don't like hurting peoples feelings, I wasn't built that way. We do it, but we don't like being lied to. That is fair enough. We all deserve the truth don't we? Yet I've been told about people I know that if you wan't the truth, go the opposite to what they say.

We see lying all the time. On the television, in the soap operas. Hell, even the police recently about the death of Ian Tomlinson in the G20 protests (which I will talk about in a seperate blog), hell, even the politicans that run our local area, who run our country lie, it is what they do best. They can't run a country for fudge, but they sure can hell lie.

People lie with integrity because they don't want to hurt people. They want to keep the people who they care about happy, keep them sweet, protect them from the truth or what the person has done. However, this then builds and the liar develops a guilty conscience. This could lead the person to acting strange around the person he or she lied to and it could start of a string of events.

Just remember, every lie is found out one day or another.

(http://www.benbest.com/philo/lying.html)

The Midnight Organ Fight

((Before I start, just to let you know that the past few weeks, I haven't had Internet connection since I've moved house which results in lack of blog, sorry about the delay))

So this entry, what a weird name, correct? Maybe so. Why do I have an album cover of the same title as my blog? Well because The Midnight Organ Fight is a sexual innuendo about masturbation. May is masturbation month (strangely enough, I never knew this until just.) and my friends who know me oh so well will be expecting me remain 'active' during this month.

Anyway, masturbation has be described by certain publications and figures centuries ago as self abuse and that if you do such an evil act you will die. Is it self-abuse? Yes. Is it in evil act? Possibly, but can you die from such thing? Reports suggest that it keeps you alive. It lowers stress. It keeps your blood flowing, which is good. Reports even suggest that it can reduce the risk of getting testicular cancer.

However, other reports contradict this and these reports say that testicular cancer is helped on via masturbation. So this makes males more anxious about masturbation. We shouldn't be anxious about performing a sexual act. It's not considered evil or a sin in popular modern culture so it is fine to do it. It has is health and sexual advantages which is more than it's disadvantages. It relaxes the muscles, it relaxes you. It even develops a person sexually, it brings them more confidence in the bedroom department. I believe all the bad news about masturbation is just a load of cock and bull (pun intended).

(Resources used:)

http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/BHCV2/bhcarticles.nsf/pages/Masturbation?Open

http://www.counterpunch.org/block05072005.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masturbation

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Midnight_Organ_Fight

Infidelity

Infidelity, why do people commit adultery, when most of those who commit have taken vows to be together in the long run?

Most people will tell you these...boredom, a thrill of excitement, the thrill of the chase.

Also, people do it because it puts excitement back into their marriage/long term relationship. However, sometimes from personal/past experience with members of my own 'family', it's because of greed, stupidity, especially when money, childrens lives amongst other things are at stake, they'd rather take money and steal money of family and children to ruin their childrens lives, but they are too stupid to see what their actions are doing to those around them. Their greed is based on lust and lust based on greed.

That's all I have really on Infidelity (due to my biterness about it) but just to clear up that Infidelity is based on lust and greed and selfishness. :)

Why is it better for bands to Do it themselves instead of relying on music companies?

The music industry and all the fat cats associated with the corporations of the music industry (Yes you Universial, EMI, Virgin, Disney etc) are all against it, so is Metallica because it means that the money that the albums make, go to the fat cats and their pockets. When music downloaded, they get nothing but exposure. But since the mainstream music world is now more money orientated (such as Football has and now cricket.) this makes everyone apart of the 7 deadly sins, greed, too much of it and you can wave goodbye to your career.



Ok, for a hard working band or artist, to make it big is a dream come true, the stardom, your name in lights, the paparazi willing to take pictures of your life and always bugging you etc. And to make it big is to sign a multi-million pound, multi album contract deal which means you get as many managers and people sorting your life out than you can shake a stick at. This makes you lose touch with yourself and with reality. But do you get to see all those merchandise sales, the album sales or even ticket sales? No, because you get those millions of pounds every year for being somebodys puppet.

There are bands out there who have been independant for all of their careers. Main example, NOFX ( who are pictured above or below somewhere.). They're a California punk band with only four other people as their whole crew, three are security and one is the manager. They've been together for 26 years and are the biggest indepedant band in the world.



They get the money from their album sales, concert sales, merchandise sales etc because they do it themselves, (DIY). DIY is an important work ethic in punk music because of the 'poverty' and 'poor' connotations of the punk scene, so they did it themselves. Does it bother them that they have their songs il/legally downloaded? No because they can see that the more people that they are exposed to can result in more kids at their gigs which means more money for them to support their families. Yet the mainstream industry fail to see this and it could cost the record company profit.



However, I don't know what this post achieves, as it is just another rant :)



Sayonara