I like to speak my life on this blog. I find writing, peaceful and relaxing. But, that’s not how my last few month have been. So i met this lady on a night-out, told her she was beautiful.. literally walking past her and just said it for no reason. Her reply shocked me…”oh thanks, your not to bad too!”,(obviously shouting, we was in a club in Halifax, Yorkshire…anyway) I spun around and thought, fuck me I am in! I stood there and asked her named etc, blahblahblah…and I saw my friends over on the dancefloor, as my friend Ricci from Hackney would put it, I gaged’ them. I thought, “I can’t really take them to her, look at them… it’s like i’ve brought London Zoo out for a trip”.

Fritzl
So instead, I was honest with her. I said “Do you know what, I really…” biting my lip anxiously..”would lock you up like Joseph Fritzl did to his……(awkward smile).. your so fit!!” … She smiled at me… and gave me a kiss… or ‘snog’, ‘made-out’, or… headbutted with sexy lips.

I was nearly cumming in my pants. I pulled a reet fine piece of ass and so we walked out the club, i left my pals and I asked her if she knew who Fritzl was.. and what I meant, did she understand… She did. I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.

well…I thought to positive at the wrong time. I should have paced myself and well….. let me explain, we got to her’s… (sexy stuff happens here…)i’ll cut to the point .. Needle in a haystack kinda thing. My penis, was nothing. I could have put my head up her. But i didn’t really understand the science behind it, she was small… about 5′ something, and she weighed fuck all… So yeh.

Greenhouses
Oh yeah, someone i worked with over summer, told me of these certain halls, where you can go in and chill with your mates, play PS3/4 Xbox etc, and you can smoke green there too… can’t buy it there, nothing like that but still…. crazy shit. In a UK city too!    – the world is changing

Beatherder

have you ever been somewhere, and just been amazed by the whole experience and thought, wow, why have i never been apart of this before… why haven’t i been here before. Well Beatherder is like that, ‘hippie fest’ is what i was told.. which is partially true.. there’s also a load of students like myself, ‘the nobheads’ i think where called by other festival goers. Then you have the chavs, because this festival is in northern england, between lancashire and yorkshire, majority of the people there are fans of house, jungle, reggae, and a few more to name, headliners were Happy Mondays, (who i missed due to tripping balls, although i saw them wave goodbye at the end). but yeh, chavs, theres a fair few, but with all the acid, lsd, mushrooms and whatever else is thrown in your face kindly by some fun loving hippies, it’s like… a beautiful scene of just peacefulness and friendship between everyone there. If your struggling on the ground, people don’t walk past and leave you, they help and pull you around. It’s a nice environment. I accidentally killed a moth in the pub on the little high street they have in the woods there… amazing venues.

Moth
So yeah, this pub has a little bar with the little bit of the roof with lights and you have to duck under to see the bar basically… i’m tall too. So i was right under where this light was shining down.. the light was like a fingers length from my face.. i was moving about trying to avoid these little flies… then this huge moth was all up in my grill.. literally all over me, and i thought, i’m getting a pint of ale here. I don’t want no fucking moth in it. I waited and waited.. it landed on the bar in front of me… BANG i slapped my hand down and turned to my mate, “I got the bastard!” i shouted… only to find him staring at me like ‘what the fuck are you doing….’ his big eyes didn’t stand out that much though, because there was another bunch of people behind him, about 20 hippies… who also stood and stared at me.. The barmaid held my pint far away from her and placed it in front of me like i’m some kind of mass murderer, rapist or something crazy. “shall we leave mate?” my friend tom asked me. I reply “no, i just bought this, lets chill over here” and walk over to some women, to try chat them up in my messy ecstasy and ale state. 20 seconds later I had left the pub, trying to catch up with my dignity somewhere at the other side of the festival for a few hour. let the heat down die.

These three events aren’t everything i’ve done, and please…. HAHA please don’t judge me. I’m only human.

So I’m writing a diss on how the Media portrays far right wing parties in Europe, now, looking mainly at UKIP and Nigel Farage and their rise in power between 07-current.

My question to you is… As you can see I have named them a ‘far right wing’ party. when in fact, they call themselves right wing. Far right doesn’t look to good on parties identity. So do YOU think that UKIP are a FAR right wing party.

There are many reason’s why, and I’m not explaining them, although bare in mind the main reason… they don’t have a manifesto. So when it comes to policies… they have non.

CHEERS, MUCH LOVE

X

We are all aware of the war on terror, a mythical war with mythical characters. We are lead to believe a war of terror, by so called terrorists that are among us. Yet, we are lead to believe Robin Hood was a legend, a man who would steal from the rich and give to the poor, with his beautiful wife Maid Marian, and the all the other mythical characters they threw in over the years to sweeten the story for social change amongst our empire. But we don’t learn from our mistakes, we, the British citizens are to comfy in our armchairs and sofa’s, to busy watching Eastenders, X-Factor and all the other shit this delusional box puts on. We ONLY concentrate on ourselves and our own lives. Why do we not wake up and realize the lies that are forever thrown in our faces.

Robin Hood and many other ‘legends’ should be named terrorists, seen as they did terrorize the public. Mass murderers who were against the ‘system’, against order and the monarchy. Shouldn’t we be thinking, why are we still fighting in the middle east? what quarrel do we have with those people? what do they have we want? We still choose to let these people into our country, open mosques and temples, and as a catholic monarch, we have failed to stay stable, we have failed to promote the religion that is Catholicism.

Instead, we have mixed religion into cities, causing anarchy and tension between many peoples, MP’s bringing war in other countries, religions that never existed here our main concern.

I am not religious, I am not nationalist or patriotic, I am atheist. I don’t believe in the boarder-lines of countries and continents, nor the need for monarchy and governments. What I do believe in is manipulation. The power to manipulate people into believing something, something that could be the ingredients on a packet of crisps, or the lie that cigarettes are healthy for you, or that you believe in a god that want’s you to wipe another race off the face of the earth. I believe we are being manipulated into believing such a word, a word that stereotypes a race, causes paranoia for millions… a word like terror.

Who are these terrorist’s? Would you know if you lived next door to one? I wouldn’t. Maybe we need to learn and understand the meanings of what we are being manipulated into believing, maybe then we would realize that our leaders are also terrorists to others, and that this is a rhetorical war-game which, whoever has most money, will win.

 

 

Yorkshire rain is a pain,

Yet the main aim is to give us water, which without, we would see more pain.

So it’s a rare thing when I post onto this blog. I actually just took 15 minutes to try get the password. This is something that happens regularly, not forgetting passwords, but my sheer lack of motivation to complete or continue something I may enjoy, or loath. Weather it’s a gym membership for the good of my own health, maybe it’s money and my awful attempt at saving money, maybe it’s university and my desire to leave without nothing. Infact, living on the streets would be something I would consider, I have no motivation for a family, home, a career. My depression beats me down, and I let it, I have been told by a friend and tutor, Mark, who wrote to me saying “try to channel your enthusiasms productively”.

 

I need help on finding ways to motivate myself, my hobbies I once loved as a child are no longer what I enjoy, but I’m at the age now, where if i quit my hobbies, it may very well cost me a career, lots of money.. i may end up been a shelf stacker at Tesco….. AGAIN

 

This is my view, I did not want a title, because it was optional and that was my choice. Or, I wanted the title to be ‘Title’ so the irony of me writing it was a comical effect. Both of these were my choice,

So now im guna talk about my view – which is the same, i choose to believe this view.

My view on how society can change is not by a controversial act by one or several people, but for all people to think for themselves and change what is happening. The majority of the audience can’t think for themselves when it comes to politics, Save the Children of Syria came up with a TV advert to prove this point, that we are all blind until war comes at our doorstep, we shouldn’t have to have war hit us to realise what is going, to understand who’s side you are on and why. Surely these are question’s that are so huge in adulthood, and the decisions of what we choose are what we have to live through for our whole lives. The national curriculum won’t teach these people about it, so if our parents don’t or we don’t want to ourselves, then who are we to look to when answering these questions. By educating and engaging the youth into this, is the only way people will genuinely be able to have independent thought on who, what and why is controlling society and how it can change. Educating yourself is far more powerful than any curriculum ever designed, it is a self-spiritual and moral eagerness to learn, and the information given to us teaches us ways in which a controversial change can happen in society around the world. 

 

Thanks for reading x

I followed the Wave of Action Protest,

to see what it was all about…

 

On Friday 4th of April I travelled towards Trafalgar Square to find one of the many protests to be held in Central London. The protest I was hunting down was called “Wave of Action” (https://waveofaction.org) who were running a worldwide protest in most countries. I arrived at Trafalgar square around 3pm expecting more than enough people to have gathered to support the protest, I could only see buskers and small charities among a vast crowd of tourists. I got in contact with the protest via Facebook and I met up with them shortly after outside the entrance of St. Paul’s Cathedral. Around 50 of them, maybe less had shown up to protest. A police car and van was already sat in front of them waiting for anything to spark.

The protesters sat around in a circle and sang a few songs, the gave sheets of information to the local businesses and people passing by, so I set on searching the surrounding area to see what the police were doing. A street away I found another 4 police vans waiting about, already I could realise how many more police than protesters there was. After an hour or even less of them been in a circle, I returned to find out the police had gone over to complain, there was confusion everywhere, protesters and police arguing amongst one another. One of the women from the protest ran to get a what looked like a member of security for the Cathedral. Two minutes after, he stormed off from the protesters, I managed to catch him and asked him why they are being moved his response was “These… these crazy people!”. That wasn’t what I was expecting, at all. The protest moved, walking down the Strand, back towards trafalgar square.


Walking down the street following the protesters, some stopped off at a local off-license to stock up on booze, which I didn’t think was a responsible way of protesting, especially seen as they just got escorted away from an area. It seemed a few of the protesters were drinking. Minutes later, further down the street, a woman who had been in the protest, and had been drinking, was holding up a zebra crossing, showing the posters and banners they had with them. Some protesters were ahead of the others and turned back to utter confusion as to why they had stopped in such a random place. I got talking to one Liverpudlian protester who just returned to zebra crossing, he told me that the reason they moved from St. Paul’s is because they were noise complaints and that he wasn’t happy with the turn out of the protest, he expected more people like the previous ones. You could hear the atmosphere of the cities streets over the circle, they was no need for the protesters to move, it simple was a peaceful protest then… Until this. One women who even the protesters were trying to hold back carried on, ignoring some of the bystanders who were wanting to cross, most of the people stood watching talking amongst each other as to why so many police were needed, 4 police vans that had followed helped blocking the street, and 4 officers stood either side of the crossing and a handful of them in the centre dictating people when to cross and traffic to go through. People were amazed at the amount of officers stood around not doing much, holding back one drunk woman. People didn’t know weather to laugh or moan, at either the protest or police.

One officer got a tad wound up when he dragged the women to the wall I was standing against, pushing her against it with his finger pointing in her face like an old school teacher telling off a kinder garden child, he warned her if she carried on, she would be arrested, yet. She was just walking back and forth on a zebra crossing, dancing and crawling at times. The hold up or occupation of this crossing made more people stand and stare at them, maybe more people were thinking “what a bunch of arse-holes, holding up the crossing” whilst other’s thought, “to many police, to little protesters”.
I was lost, confused, I didn’t know why they had stopped at the crossing to hold it up. I did think the amount of police was madness, but I also thought the amount of drunks in this protest was madness. Days before the Wave of Action Facebook page warned people attending that they would be people trying to give the protest a bad name, maybe I was watching these people they were talking about, or maybe I showed up to the wrong protest and back at trafalgar square it would be booming of protesters.

The protest returned to Trafalgar Square, after a long confusing afternoon, and they settled on the stairs, the police, surrounding the square in vans, and almost guarding the protesters from… nothing. I left shortly after, but this was one confusing, frustrating and eye-opening day, I am still getting my head around the police. Maybe the government plan to smother these protests in police because they want the public to think they are a bunch of crazy people, maybe they think it could end up like the recent student protest were the police hadn’t much control. Or maybe they were scared of the drunks within the protest kicking off at the public, which I highly doubted. The way I look at the events that happened during this day – the police knew about this, didn’t want this, and tried to disband them as fast as possible. But if we live under these rules, then how do we live in democracy? Where the fuck has our freedom of speech gone? Freedom of protest. All of these words seemed to vanish away letter by letter as I saw more and more police and less protesters.

 

After the protest, on Facebook an anonymous representative from Wave of Action said on behalf of the protest The individuals that were involved in the excessive drinking are not affiliated with the true spirit of wave. Protesters must sometimes make personal sacrifices for the cause, whatever that might be, to protect the good of the majority. When people act in the ways that they did, they remove the individuals human right to free protest and association, due to the fact they cannot control how they are viewed by the majority of the public, who will see the minority alone. a great shame”. I couldn’t agree more with him, but it’s how this can change in the future that I believe is a greater challenge not just for this protest, but maybe for Wave of Action around the world. 

I have recently made this my goal in life, but lack of enthusiasm is driving me away. Enthusiasm by myself, but mostly, the people I am targeting. The whole world is my target if you like, but mostly people of the lower classes, people who have no common sense, people who think Barack Obama is called Barraco Barner. This is fucking outrageous. The fact that the younger generation feel it is, ‘uncool’ or ‘boring’ to be involved in politics, it’s not the average bar talk or chat up line. But most of what happens in this world is revolved around the politics that it originates from, and corruption lies within so many of the worlds leading businesses, co-operation’s and forces. Even if it comes down to where the Olympics or FIFA World Cup will be held, to a local police station in 3rd World Africa that maybe ignoring the death of his own civilians.

This information needs to be in peoples heads, people in 1st world countries that are unaware of information that could drive YOU and your family, into poverty and back into the stone age. Information that would push a world-wide revolution forward and maybe the end to poverty and corruption, but that’s not going to happen if people don’t care, the people in the countries that matters NEED to care.

So first I have a picture of a tweet by one Gemma Worrall, of Blackpool. A 20 year old beautician. Also quite an uneducated young girl….

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2575436/Dumb-Britain-Beautician-laughs-Twitter-storm-mistakenly-spelling-Barack-Obama-Barraco-Barner-sparks-inevitable-parody-accounts.html

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Now I’m sure you can see my anger, even though this is just one tweet that has reached worldwide fame because of her lack of knowledge, but the fact of the matter is that this isn’t just a one off thing, this isn’t just one young woman making a bad mark on the typical British culture. THIS IS THE BRITISH CULTURE. My parents, they never really cared about politics, other parents I know don’t like to know about what is happening in the world, World War 3 could be happening soon and people will be sitting on their arses watching Saturday Night Takeaway with Ant & Dec, rather than watching the News channel on some biased view of some terrorist or rebel! So this is a video I recently found, an advert by ‘Save The Syrian Children’. This short advert is fucking amazing… mind my french. It shows how if Britain went into civil war in the modern day, this would be the life of a small, young British girl. Her life is normal, School, friends and family, the video starts on her birthday, happy days! As the video goes on, it portrays in the background shootings, killings, and then finally civil war, and the girl moves home, her father dies, and by her next birthday. Her life is dramatically different. This shows the true power of the knowledge that we as a country need to be aware, weather you are a 7 year old girl, or your an 18 year old man, people have to have an understanding who is your leader, why? what they do? and who what is happening in the world…which is most important!

So yeh, this is the link for the video – http://www.policymic.com/articles/84397/haunting-video-shows-what-syria-s-civil-war-would-look-like-in-the-west

This is the scary truth, maybe one day soon this will happen to the United Kingdom, maybe it won’t happen for a while here, but it’s happening in other countries around the world, and the more we are aware of it and act, the less it can only happen. There are many ‘revolutions’ going on now as we speak, some are in countries like Venezuela, where people revolt against the corrupt government, or it can be a beloved celebrity called Russell Brand starting an online revolution and publicizing it on media stations and websites. Or you can be an Anonymous Activist, which again is online, whatever the case maybe, more and more people are being engaged in saving each other all over the world, more now than ever before. But then there are people like Gemma Worrall, who insist they stay out of politics because it’s to confusing. I insist that we educate ourselves and others around us with the information all over the world.

This is “The revolution needs you” – a message from Russell Brand.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euaQTnUyGcA

Hopefully I wish to change shit this year. New flat, new people, hammering some work, need to change my lifestyle. 

What on earth could a young man do in the year 2014 in London that doesn’t consist getting high or drunk… not a lot probably, this is South London of course, Built for the working class slaves, and was once a slum. Now it’s only lost it’s title of slum and there’s not much to do, most people are staying in getting boozed up or high on some sort of drug weather that be some crazy chemicals mixed with a tad of cocaine, or it’s the smallest weight of marijuana you can possibly buy.

But… I need to concentrate on my work, the drawings, the design, the politics around me. I need to research. Shit loads. Prepare myself. Set up my mental frame of mind to work for almost most of my life, everyday. Prepare myself for the rat race. Race the race, then change the race. Be in the game, but know about the game. I need to concentrate on money. Not finding eternal happiness inside. No hippy shit. I find that later in life when I’ve made the wonga. 

2014. Come at me. 

 

I saw a link to an article by the guardian that was on the topic of Coal. A resource we all know created such cities and countries, such as my home city Bradford. Coal boomed off the industry era, and now there are many other cheaper, greener and easier ways of creating ‘production’ for a country or city. Coal is probably used for many things still but I’m sure solutions could be made and new ways of living without coal could be possible. So we’ve covered coal and it’s value, next is the country of Australia, such a vast country of pure nothing-ness.. Fucking desert or the ‘Never never’, the ‘Outback’ as it’s called to aborigines. The country itself and it’s recent political parties have become quite an attraction for tourism and even one of it’s most famous aspects. The Great Barrier Reef. A whole section of ocean and sea that is covered in beautiful, vibrant coral reef deep in the water that is only a reason why we call it a Natural Wonder. One of it’s kind.

 

So this is the article…. http://www.theguardian.com/environment/southern-crossroads/2013/dec/15/great-barrier-reef-destruction-abbot-point-greg-hunt

What a fucking mess. The government clearly have an urge for Coal. Why? it’s fucking old, it’s such a modern country, that still needs to spread out over its lands and build. Rather than going over a Natural Wonder /or damaging the fucking life out of it for years, they could just use all that space in the fucking desert. It’s a huge island. I have so many friends that have moved there for the better life etc. Maybe living is cheap and there ain’t no beggars, everyone has a job, blahblahblah… very well and good for the economy, so why on earth the sudden urge to fuck the earth and create more money, more greed. Greedy fat capitalist motherfuckers.

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