Hello old friend

I only ever seem to post things on here that relate to the fact that I haven't blogged for a while. This is because blogging about me getting pissed off at stuff is much harder when I relieve all the 'pissed off-edness' (real word, I promise) by spending far too much time and money sat in the cafe opposite uni ranting about things. This is, apparently, what university is all about.

As such, except for sporadic posting, this blog shall now lay dormant and gather dust whilst I try to actively blog on my new enterprise:

Goldsmiths - the Tory View

Enjoy.

Long time no see

Tradition dictates that my interest in blogging shall be restored when I either have nothing to do or have far too much to do, none of it interesting. I am about to go through both of these stages. At the moment I should be frantically revising for my four remaining exams, but after Wednesday I shall have no exams and have nothing more to do (after Friday I shall no longer be a sixth former - scary biscuits).

Two days ago George Osborne, the Chancellor of the Exchequer for our great nation (please, stifle those laughs), announced to Parliament and the world the budget for the upcoming years. It was a veritable smorgasbord of cuts, controversy and, to be quite frank, the inevitable. Is anyone actually shocked that the Conservative solution is to cut spending? They do have something of a history.

As an aside, yes, I am referring to it as the Conservative solution rather than the Coalition solution. This is because, as far as I can tell, the Liberal presence on the Cabinet hasn't made the blindest bit of difference to any governmental decision so far. Cameron was not the most right wing Tory to begin with, so they haven't got that big a job to do, but it seems to me that while the Tories have been sat at the table making decisions and laughing at the poor people the Liberal Democrats have taken it upon themselves to enjoy the lovely summer we've been having, perhaps have set up a paddling pool in the garden of No. 10 and are just taking it easy. Except for Vince Cable. I can't imagine him with his trouser legs rolled up, his tie loose and and hanky on his head.

Vince Cable is good. Osborne should not be Chancellor.

Anyhow, now that it has reached the late, late hours of the night, and more importantly I have an exam tomorrow, I shall leave you with this little comment, stolen from Sickipedia (and then censored):

To America: I just got food poisoning from McDonald's and I'm blaming you. Now I know that the person who served me the food was British, I know that the person who made the food was British and I even know that the manger of the restaurant was British, but it's an American company so I'm blaming you, just like you blame Britain for the oil spill that you retarded c***s have caused. Whilst I may have put it slightly more eloquently, I agree with gvn_obrien. The company that owned and ran the rig was American. BP just had an arrangement through which they got all the oil. I struggle to see how its BP's fault.

A Tribute v2.0

In run-down Liverpool born and raised
On the train tracks was where I spent most of my days
Stealing hub-caps, relaxin' all cool
And climbing on trains outside the school
When a couple of powerlines
Who were up to no good
Startin making electricity in my neighbourhood
I grabbed one little cable and my friends got scared
They said 'You're a fucking moron Liam, you're going to fry in the air!'

I think I might make this a feature. Next time someone dies, that I know/care/can be bothered about, check here for a Fresh Prince related tribute.

Holidays

Seeing as my last blog post was in April, it is not a fair leap to imagine that something has happened to cause me to reignite my passion with blogging and open my heart to the internet once more. And you would be right. I've gone on holiday.

However, I know what you think I mean: "oh, he's on holiday and already he is bored. He he he." Well, actually, no, that is not it. This holiday I have found myself a job, my first venture into the world of regular employment, and it has just confirmed how crappy that is going to be.

I am going to be working the entire holiday with just a couple of days off, either mornings or afternoons, starting on Monday (tomorrow). So my 'holiday' is not really one. With those time constraints I then have to have a holiday (as in relax, and hopefully go and do a couple of holiday type things as well), hopefully do some meeting up with those people that I like to call my 'friends,' and do the majority of my Extended Project research, of which I don't really have a real idea quite what I am going to do. Plus I have to worry about AS level results and, whatever happens, swing in to action so that I am ready to go with UCAS in September.

I think I'm going to be quite busy this holiday. And possibly not that relaxed :(

On a more positive note, I'm going to go eat some Cheerios. Bye guys.

A Tribute

To the theme of The Fresh Prince of Bel Air:

South-east England born and raised
On reality TV spending most of my days
Bein' racist, whoring out and relaxin' all cool
And being disgusting, Fuck the gene pool
When a couple of cells
Who were up to no good
Startin making cancer in my vaginalhood
I got one little lump and my doctors got scared
They said 'we are putting you on chemo, say goodbye to your hair!'

Any additions, please comment.

The Hospital

I am in the midsts of a programme on Channel 4 called 'The Hospital.' It is terrifying. 

This episode has been about the plague of teenage pregnancies that is consuming the NHS, and those are carefully chosen words. An example:

Midwife: Did you use contraception?

Pregnant teen: No

M: Did you think you'd get pregnant?

P: No.

...Right.

People are becoming pregnant because they want to be loved, or because they feel like it, or because they are simply not capable of swallowing a pill, or putting on a condom (it's not just the women who are to blame). 

Teenage pregnancies are always classified as high-risk, and thus are always attended to by a consultant. Ante-natal care for teenage mothers costs somewhere around £10,000 - £15,000.

But, oddly enough for me, the main beef that I have with teenage pregnancies is not the financial implications. It is a social one (shock! horror!). I'm sure that some of these people are in positions where they can take care of a child, but the majority of them seem to be immature, spoilt fools who are blissfully unaware of the implications of pregnancy and parenthood. This is a decision which is going to affect not only them but, more importantly, their child. 

I'm sure that there is a large number of children who have been raised superbly by teenage parents, but I'm also sure that there is an even larger number who will be victims of social deprivation and end up on a council estate, drop out of school, and probably end up with a baby before they turn 20. 

Teenage pregnancy is a serious problem. I have a sneaking suspicion I have written about it in the past, but it is an issue deserving attention. What to do, I cannot think. Perhaps show them this programme; it's certainly made sure I'm not going to be a teenage parent. It is one of the most stupid things to do that I can think of. 

A message to all you out there thinking about having a baby, or having unprotected sex, or even having sex at all:

For the love of God, think twice.

Johnny Saves the Day!

I can see where the Pope is coming from. He claims that complete abstinence is the best way to prevent transmission of AIDS, because then there is no medium for the virus to be transmitted. This seems perfectly sensible and logical.

However, there is a problem. Humans are not completely rational, and no matter how hard they try, they will give in to their primeval carnal desires. And when this happens, if they have been practising abstinence, they're stuffed. On the other hand, if they have been using a condom and having sex, then whilst they have been in risk of getting AIDS all along, condoms really are quite effective, and certainly are more effective than a night of unplanned sex that ends up with your blood infected and your inmmune system up the swanney.

Condoms save lives. As soon as the Catholic Church realises this, the better.