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The Day Everything Got A Bit Serious

on Jan 8, 2015

I want to talk about Ched Evans. I know: yesterday I was all serious, too. But I’ve been thinking about this a lot, so I thought I’d lay out my thoughts here. Feel free to disregard ’em. If you’ve been reading here awhile, you’ll know that I’m something of a bleeding heart. I don’t believe in the death penalty, I don’t believe in imprisonment for imprisonment’s sake, I believe in immigration and I believe that the state should support those unable to support themselves. I believe that drug users are ill, not criminals, and I believe the NHS is one of the greatest things to ever come out of our country. I also believe that it’s highly unlikely that in 2015, our government would support such a philanthropic gesture again. All in all, I’m a bit of a soft touch, which is probably why I believe that when someone has been...

Protected: The Day I’m Fighting Helicopter Parenting

on Jan 4, 2015

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day after the night before

on Jan 8, 2014

So. Yesterday was a bit shit, wasn’t it? I’m trying hard not to panic. It’s not easy, but what does panicking accomplish? FUCK ALL, that’s what. Watching Celebrity Big Brother helps – I can channel my frustration at that smarmy prick from Blue. I’m also teaching myself video editing on the fly, which is keeping me occupied in the evenings. Not sure I mentioned it here (and if I did, there’s only a couple of us and some dust bunnies reading, so no-one can be blamed for forgetting), but Saturday night I stopped putting it off and did my first recording session (please watch/like/subscribe, even if you unsubscribe at a later date – help give my vids a push and make my NY resolution a reality!). I constantly talk to myself when gaming anyway, so it wasn’t hugely different from my typical Saturday night, and it’s been fun teaching...

Protected: The day with the reset

on Jan 6, 2014

The post here is protected, probably because I’m ranting about something (read: someone) in my life and am trying to spare feelings. You don’t have to miss out, though. Providing we’re somewhat acquainted (but don’t share DNA), you can ask for the password via my contact page!

The day our thoughts were with Boston

on Apr 15, 2013

Such tragic, senseless violence. Already this attack is being cheapened and degraded by racism that chokes social media platforms even in this immediate aftermath. It’s a sad, endlessly self-perpetuating circle of hate. The attack itself is horrific – mindless and brutal and uncompromisingly evil – and yet the poisonous, racist igorance that spews forth in its wake is no better. I had been hoping it was accidental. Gas leak, perhaps. As I write this we don’t know who or what caused this; two blasts have been confirmed, with rumours of other, unexploded devices reported around the city. New York is on high alert. Hotels are being evacuated. I know that in a post-9/11 world we’re rarely complacent, but as anniversaries of such atrocities pass, I keep hoping – desperately – that we’re past the point in the evolution of our species where one...

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