Sunday, 21 August 2011
If you're interested
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
WHY?
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
why o why
I want them to bake me cakes, cookies, yummy food and spaghetti all day.
I would like them to make me something healthy and very good to eat
so my teeth don't fall out but my stomach gets a treat.
I'd never be hungry or long after food
as my little gourmet chef would just know what to do.
All day long they'd bake bake bake
my mouth would dribble and my nose would wake
with the smell of delightful treats and plates and plates
of steak, chicken, noodles, mash potato, vegetables and portobello mushrooms.
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Friday, 22 January 2010
long live the black cab! mini cabs should die.
WHAT. | |||||||
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" The cab stops, turns all the lights out and tells me theres a cab waiting behind me ( i cant see it) i still haven't the foggiest what is going on- i can only assume that my assumption that he was a twat was correct. Next scene. i storm into the office (great cars cab office, where the driver has conveniently stopped by) ask what the bloody hell is going on- oh sorry sorry just ignore me and answer the phone that has started ringing. ER HELLO - whats going on i ask (or demand) HELLLLLLO!!! -sorry whats the problem, he asks -"the problem is my stupid cab driver just dumped me across the road, whats going on, ?! i'm assuming he has no idea where he is going even though i rang and booked the bloody car and specifically told you where i was going!" - you didn't speak to me about it -"well i spoke to someone and what has that got to do with anything- i rang and booked a cab and was quoted a price you should know where the road is that i'm going, how does your business work if you don't know where your going?! how can you even quote a price in the first place?!" - well madam i think its probably due to your attitude that he stopped. HOLD ON A MINUTE. DEEP BREATHS. Exhale. -" i think you'll find its something to do with the fact he has no bloody clue where he's going!" he answers the phone for a new job. "YOUR A FUCKING JOKE" i obviously scream and then storm out. a black cab comes along saves the day. the location changes, the corner of greek street opposite the ...something.. edward theatre. No sat nav, no postcode. he knows exactly where hes going. good old black cab. and its cheaper than the mini cab. Great cars, i dont think so, what a bunch of nobs. VIVA the black cab. i love you the black cab. i salute you. you get the idea. |
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
for gods sakes (a brief two-o-one-o catch up)
SO | ||||
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 pièce de résistance some disgusting chavy drug dealer boy spat in my face. Thats always a winner, im always delighted when that happens, there's nothing quite like someone's sticky beer saliva in your face. All because i wouldn't let him grope me- male pride is an interesting thing. |