On Facebook earlier I think I found my cousins profile through my ex-girlfriends' ex-boyfriends current partners friend, who also happens to know a girl I went to school with, and my sisters friend. Yeah. If you can actually follow that, then you'd know why my mind was slightly blown too.
I went on from there to look up a guy I went to school with some many years ago. And while I'm a little unsure about it, I'd like to think I remembered his name right. But whether I did or not, there weren't any results for him.
So I tried entering his name into Google, realising that I had half as much interest in actually talking to this guy as I did effort in actually finding him. I think that when I put my mind to something and rely on the internet to provide the results, I get very persistent that it will do so.
Refusing to be beaten by the internet's lack of results, or my denial in accepting that this guy just isn't online in any way, I came across a blog by a guy with a similar name. Boring, right? I know, but I felt compelled to read a bit of it anyway.
And I'm glad I did because I stumbled across this little gem:
"Maybe I will drink a little less Come home early, not complain about the debts Bring you flowers from the graveyard now and then And for my lover make some time. . ."
I read an article in the news this week that really put some anger in me. I think it was written for The Sun, by Ferguson but I'm not going to make the effort to add links and support this bullshit.
The author of the article introduced by reminding that Vera Lynn was two years younger than Lily Allen and four years younger than Amy Winehouse when she wrote "We'll Meet Again" and that, some seventy years later, it's reached the top of the charts. (Sidenote: this proves only one thing - old people only buy records when their old gramaphone tunes are remastered and pressed onto a CD, and young people download illegally rather than buy music these days. That's the only explanation this record has reached the top spot in 2009!)
So anyway, old man highlights that Vera Lynn made an encouraging tune for the warboys and concludes with asking why the "yoof" of today aren't producing such material to support our boys and girls in Iraq. Or Afghanistan. Or wherever the fuck "our" war has gone to now..!
Which is exactly the reason our upcoming artists aren't producing such gratuitous war related records! Vera Lynn was singing for a world war, for fucks sake; a do or die war, where countrys fought other countrys. NOT where a country fought a war because its' Prime Minister agreed to it to please another country's President!
Ferguson* ought to wake up and realise we don't all agree to the current war British troops are embroiled in. And it's not going to look good for an artist to make such a record. Chances are half an artists fanbase will accuse them of selling out, and leave them if they do such a thing. Which isn't to say we don't support our troops. Not at all.
It's just that supporting our troops in their current war is like climbing into a bath tub full of shit and not agreeing to leave until we've eaten it all, including anything we've thrown up! It's difficult. It's disgusting. It's heart-wrenching. But we do it, and we do it continuously till it's all gone, just as we continue to support the troops but not the cause, until it is finally over. Whenever that will be!
But what can we expect from a country this torn? Britain is in debt. It's no surprise. We've a lot of bills to pay, after all.
Here's three extremely expensive things Britain is paying out for:
War
NHS
Benefits
Guess which two are recieving cuts, and which ONE never misses a payment...
That's right. Britain now has the highest unemployment record its' had in 14 years, meaning we're paying out more benefits than ever before. And an already shit NHS is only getting worse, while British troops who are unprotected and underfunded, are expected to BACK UP America in a fucking war!
America! America who have the funding; who near-enough have the same fucking robotic suits used in the latest G.I Joe film! Ridiculous! That's like having guns and calling on the guys with peashooters to back you up!
But before we sling Brown up by the neck, let's not forget that this man is not responsible. Ok, so while the attention-whore was prying for the position of PM, he clearly didn't anticipate the problems he was inheriting. Or maybe he did. Who knows? At the end of the day he still took the position and did fuck all to help it. I'm not saying anyone else could do much bettter, but if you know you're shit, then please, we're asking as citizens, don't waste our time.
I understand I've not bothered to update at all recently, but I've a crazy new idea brewing that just might make for some entertaining reading for you. Let's see how this one plays out...
