All new blog day 2 and it’s now after midnight so technically 2 has run into 3. Treading water already! I’ve got a good excuse, my family (well my missus) is having to work through some tough times at the minute and I’m holding the fort so to speak. There you are, some domestic news but I’ve still got the class to not spill my guts about it.
People do stuff in different ways as you know and I’m not one for telling all about family issues, I’m not Eminem. Some like that sort of thing and each to their own but I’m not the type to reveal all. Maybe this is the new way I don’t know. People tell all about their family deaths, family births, cat deaths, anniversary of parent’s deaths, wedding anniversaries you know ’12 years ago this lovely lady said yes and since then we’ve had the greatest time’ and loads of other sick in a bucket stuff that I see as a bit crass but others see as a liberating experience to share.
People expose their political views on social media all the time as well and maybe that’s why folk aren’t getting on. When I was young it was rumoured someone was a fascist but you never got to actually find out, they almost took their bigotry to their grave, it was like a private comfort them. Nowadays a quick check of someone’s Facebook history and boom there it is! Fuck me there’s some wallopers out there. They give away tell tale signs because they comment on other people’s statuses with classless rude stuff about bestiality, incest, infidelity and general abuse. Then when you look at their profile it’s there for all to see, Britain First, normally a profile picture of a Poppy, Armistice stuff, a photo of Dianne Abbott and some stuff about her apparently being thick as fuck in the form of a quote that she didn’t say and then pictures of their grandbairns saying ‘I fuckin love these cunts, if I could inject them like heroin I would’ or something of that order. Then you go back and they’re always born in 1965. I made that last bit up but it tends to be not so much baby boomers but rather people who left school and went on the dole at the beginning of the 80s.
Bloody feelings, I think they’re overrated myself. When I watched Invasion Of The Body Snatchers (I’ve seen it a few times) I don’t know whether there was much of a loss when the human were replaced by the alien duplicates, it just reminded me of Leicester or one of those dreadful towns like Dorking or Aylesbury, you know the ones, you drive into them and think, shit have I been here before? and you’re still not sure cos they all look the bastard same. Bet you can’t think of anymore Gav! Bet I can, Maidenhead, there you are. There’s loads man. If I was brought up in Buckinghamshire I’d move to Barnsley for the culture.
Anyway that’s me, it’s started to get light now. I’ll do another blog entry tonight to make up for not doing one yesterday, see you later.
Today’s blog is sponsored by Tommy Cooper’s grandson that he didn’t have.