Sunday, 21 August 2011
Monday, 18 April 2011
FREAK of NATURE
A freak of Nature?
who wants to be normal anyway:
What is normal,
Why does freak have to be derogatory
I take it as a compliment.
Nature was here first, that must mean the freaks were too,
If this is case,
which i believe it true,
All those with a discriminative mind can bog off.
If you're not a freak, then unlucky for you,
It's exciting to be different, brave
Who are you to say otherwise?
It's fun to be a freak, laughing at yourself is definietly healthy,
Otherwise you would most probably cry every day,
Let it out, run around the park naked (or not)
Scream and shout and be who you are.
Freak is not a cuss, a taboo, an insult,
Freak is me and Freak is most probably definitely you too.
Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
What the hell are mini cabs playing at! Do they all have a pea for a brain
and ironically a crap sense of direction?! A cabby should know where they
are going not rely on the passenger to tell you where to go and then when
you dont know just drop them on the street corner! WHAT THE BLOODY
HELL IS THE POINT OF SAYING WHERE YOU ARE GOING ON THE
PHONE if when you get picked up the driver still doesn't know where to go
WHAT WHAT WHAT ldbclusbdclnsd;ms'dpcc.
So its my birthday- i ring a cab, "hello frith street, soho, please"
- no problem £18
- (thought tracking- god thats expensive but fine) "yes ok can you come in
5 minutes. Thats frith street F R I T H street."
- ok we will call when outside.
Ok now in my mind i have clearly stated my destination and i am under the
full impression that my driver will know where he will be going. I have had
absolutely no indication to show that my driver will be a complete imbecile.
or that he wont know where to go.
The driver gets here (im already in a massive rush)
- Where are you going he says
-"frith street, i did say on the phone, you should know this."
- well do you know how to get there?
- (whhhhatttttt?!!) "no i don't, you're the driver, why dont you know"
-whats the postcode
-"i dont know, again you're the driver" (what the f*******.)
Next thing i know he's stuffing his mobile in my face to speak to someone in
the office (i think). "what can i do for you," he says- ERM I DONT KNOW I
DIDNT CALL YOU!
-obviously i have just realised the total incompetence not only of the driver
but the firm quite appropriately named "GREAT CARS"
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
I moved house, about two weeks ago now. in a word it was: horrific. I don't think i'll be moving for a while.
I don't think its smart driving home with a blown up tire. Unfortunately i wasn't aware it had blown up- fortunately the police didn't see, didn't pull me over and i didn't get 3 points ( the apparent punishment). I did however have to get a new tyre because for some reason the spare tyre you get isn't actually the same as the tyre on your car-that i simply do not understand. £100 down the drain what fun that was and how much luck i seem to have with my beloved car. Oh i don't think i mentioned that due to the move my car insurance has gone up. by double. f a n t a s t i c .
I dropped a chair on my toe and it really hurt- it has gone a funny purple colour and it bled for a little while. Its definitely looking much better but its still purple, im sure it never used to be that colour so im guessing its still bruised. it could possibly fall off, im not sure, maybe it wont.
And for the