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Well firstly yes, I am still alive I have just been absent from the world of blogging recently due to increasingly difficult personal circumstances.
Anyway, I managed to drag my sorry self into town today and managed, as usual to encounter some of my cities weirdest residents.
While walking through the city centre I saw a man throw a handful of rubbish onto the floor, so I kindly pointed out that there are plenty of bins around and his littering was unnecessary and stupid. His nonsensical reply was "yeah, well, just coz you are a prostitute."
I pondered this logic and decided it makes no sense unless "whore" is actually an acronym for "We Help Others Recycle Enthusiastically".
I also had to pop to the local hospital and saw a man leaning against a wall outside the coronary care unit, with ECG stickers still stuck all over him puffing away on a cigarette while saying into his mobile "It wasn't a heart attack, thank god. I am so relieved..."
I would think that if I had been checked into hospital with a suspected heart attack I would wait a little while before sparking up.
And then the other day when I went out I was sat on a bench for a few minutes having a rest when a teenage girl wearing a t-shirt proclaiming "punks not dead" noticed one of my tattoos and started a loud conversation with her friend about how she hates tattoos and thinks that they, and people who have them are tacky. I guess she has not learned about irony yet.
You may remember the other day I mentioned that some idiot had driven straight into the back of us at a red light. Well we have now found out from the insurers that even though the car looked OK with just a cracked and dented rear bumper it turns out that it will probably be a complete write off as the innards of the car are knackered - all the back of the car inside is cracked and buckled with much of the mechanics being damaged too. (Sorry, I know very little about cars so I can't elaborate much more than this.)
So yet again I realise that I have been very lucky as things could have been much worse. And I am glad that the car took the brunt of the impact rather than me or Himself - a flimsier car and it could have been us that were cracked and buckled. Although in a strange way I do feel kind of sorry for the car - in the way that one does occasionally feel sympathy for inanimate objects.
Either that or I am going slowly insane...
I made a journey today down to the backwards, inbred small town backwater where I grew up to visit a relative and yet again encountered the kind of pathetic yet ultra-aggressive neanderthals that made me realise why I left in the first place.
Don't get me wrong the place itself is lovely. Beautiful scenery, open countryside, rolling hills and woodland that gives way to moorland, lambs frolicking in the fields...unfortunately there are a large number of d*ckheads that populate the otherwise lovely town and seem to have made it their mission in life to make sure they narrow their minds and attack anyone or anything that they perceive as different in some way.
Today was the third time in as many weeks that I have encountered the kind of abuse I received today.
The first time I was walking down a quiet road when a car that had just driven past me suddenly reversed and pulled up next to me so that the occupants could shout abuse and hurl empty cans and bottles at me. It wasn't even particularly imaginative abuse. I have short hair and olive skin and the best they could come up with was "paki dyke".
Then a week later a woman followed me from the centre of town for over a mile as I headed out of town, occasionally raising her voice to shout obscenities at me, until she got bored and turned and headed back.
Today as Himself and I walked back into the town centre a primitive being left the confines of the pub in order to stand in the doorway shouting abuse at us. The best he could come up with was "f*cking queers, wheres the fancy dress party?" which says a lot more about him and his level of intellect than it does about anything else. He then proceeded to do a strange dance in the doorway of the pub as he attempted to attract the attention of his mates, but evidently they were more concerned with guzzling their mid afternoon pints than coming out into the rain to laugh at us.
It really is pitiful, the people who do this are so pathetic. Unfortunately though they often tend to be extremely aggressive and it does scare me. Lets face it I am only small and one of me against 4 or 5 angry drunk men is not a fair fight. I do not understand what it is they find so threatening that they feel the need to behave in the way they do. So they see me and wonder if I might be gay, or foreign...so f*cking what? What kind of a difference would it make to them if I prefer woman to men, or if my parents were born in another country? I really don't understand why that makes them so aggressive - all I do understand is that the hate in their eyes is genuine and it scares me.
At the moment I live in a deprived inner city area, an area that has a bad reputation, an area that people from the affluent end of town consider to be unsafe, whereas the area I grew up in is considered to be a nice, safe middle class area. All I know is that I will happily walk around my inner city "ghetto" without a problem even at night, yet I walk through this supposedly nice rural area in the middle of the day and can almost guarantee I will encounter abuse of some kind. Go figure.
When you get on a bus and accidentally make eye contact with an overweight young woman who then sticks her multiple chins out at you and aggressively asks
"what the f*ck you looking at?"
it is probably best not to reply with
"a fat bird with an attitude problem".
Luckily I have not had my face rearranged.
I don't know whether I have simply been unlucky, or whether there are a higher than average number of bad drivers in my city but I had the misfortune to encounter yet another one of them this evening.
We had borrowed my Dads car and were driving back from the city centre, shortly after 6pm. As we approached a pelican crossing the lights started to change so we came to a halt and put the handbrake on (when I say "we" I actually mean "He") We had been there a minute or so when suddenly some idiot drove straight into the back of us with some force. The front of their car was rather mangled but luckily Dads car was relatively OK, save for a dent in the rear bumper. Unfortunately He and I have both ended up with whiplash and we were rather shaken. I got checked out at the hospital because my neck was really hurting and my right arm had gone totally numb. So even though I walked into A&E this time when the triage assessed me and felt my neck I was promptly put in a neck brace on a stretcher and wheeled to a corridor in the department. Well the Dr's verdict was that it is whiplash, that the numbness was caused by a nerve being compressed slightly when it happened but basically it has just injured me in pretty much all the same places as I was injured in January. So just when I was starting to recover it's all gone wrong again. My neck was still hurting from before. I am not happy.
The woman who hit us even admitted she was "oblivious" to what was going on around her. She shunted us right forward into the crossing. That said in some ways at least out car was there as other wise she would have run the red light at the crossing and possibly hit a pedestrian.
But I am angry and in pain once again. Grrrr.
How much more evidence is needed that animals should not be kept in zoos?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/asia-pacific/8043283.stm
Really, I have gone beyond despair. I just want to go and be a recluse somewhere extremely remote. I am just sick of humanity at the moment.
Well, it looks like Jacqui Fucking Smith is at it again, with her Big Brother wet dreams once again helping to erode the civil liberties we used to enjoy. According to news reports in the Times online she has stated that the government will not be going ahead with its plans to produce a mega database of every single digital media communication - that is telephone calls, emails, websites visited, social network exchanges and so on. However it has been revealed that ISPs will be expected to collect this information so that it can all be linked to one central computer where all the information will be stored and collated. But as long as they don't actually call it a mega database then we, the dumb public will not catch on and we will not realise what is happening.
This database is not to be confused with the current one which came into effect a few weeks ago (which I mentioned here). That one simply records who you have spoken to, what websites you visit etc. This new one will actually record all the data transferred, whether that is a verbal conversation, the content of an email or the comment you leave on a forum.
Anyway, just as I was sitting here fuming I came across this idea from a blogger on ITPRO, which at least raised a smile.
Just came across this on the BBC website:
and I thought it was pretty cool.
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