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I've not posted for a couple of days and finally got round to it.
Fireworks.
Every time of year this happens, without fail. Kids have stupid, poorly made dummies outside of garages and shops and they say "Penny for the guy?" when you walk past, then get offended when you set fire to it and throw it after them as they run down the street in tears. Well hey, spirit of the festival and all that. Don't jam your free newspaper into the legs of your dad's tracksuit, stick a stinking coat over a dolly and expect me to fork over my cash simply because you want to spend it on glue and Smash Hits stickers. Do what other kids do at other times of the year, steal from each other.
And why do these packrats never injure each other? They lob bangers about car parks and underpasses, yet not one of them will try and see how many he can fit in his toothless feral mouth will he? Why not? Who's gonna mourn this tool if he blows his jaw off? Not his parents, they're too busy screaming at each other on the lawn at 2am because he's "spent all tha fakkin' dole daaahn the fakkin' paaaaaarb".
I want these people put out of my misery.
The Central Line.
Epping car park. 10am. Full.
FULL????? Full because stupid, faceless commuters pack themselves into trains at 7am to slave into the city to make a buck to live on, then ride home shattered and catatonic at 7pm, staring at the floor and wishing they'd followed their heart instead of their mate.
Theydon Bois car park. FULL. Debden car park. FULL.
I have to drive to #####ing Loughton to catch a train to London at 11am to see a fat, bald lying toad about a job.
£24,000 does not sound remotely like £15,000 does it. Does it?
So why then act suprised when the already-late because of assface commuters bloke in front of you stands up and says "you must be bloody joking mate, I'm not taking a job for that" and leaves your office half-way through the interview. Somebody had told this bloke £24,000. Which is why he's sat in front of you. Which is why he laughs in your corpulent, big bald face and goes shopping in HMV. Because he's off to do teacher training next year and was only going to work for a few months anyway.
The Central Line. All car parks full by soul-less, faceless, grey, miserable, destroyed, dessicated commuters.
Teenage Boys after Dark.
Harlow is notorious for spawning these things. They are never there during daylight hours, but as soon as night falls, there they are.
They mass around Blockbuster/KFC/Chinese, all spitting furiously onto the floor and sharing Silk-Cut Ultra Lows.
They are like surly moths.
So if you want to rent a movie/buy some vile take-away, then you have to run the gauntlet of these crater-faced chimps. By "run the gauntlet", I mean walk past laughing and hoping one of them says something to you, so you'll have an excuse to visit fury and pain into their stupid Guy Ritchie-lite worlds. But they never do, they just go silent and try to exude toughness, when all they do exude is Lynx and pheremones.
But Saturday really, really took the prize for "What the ?". Me and mate go to cashpoint, it's about 10:30pm and raining. And there's a gaggle of these pseudo-wideboys gathered, as per usual.
But because it's raining, they've all crammed into those tardis-like public toilets you put 20p and the door swivels open.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You stupid bummers, all standing with each other in a toilet, door open and trying to be hard/cool.
Except you're all standing together in a toilet cubicle. Repressed? Not them guv, they were prime examples of alpha-males....yeah right.
A gang of 14yr old huddled in a bog.
Poofs.
I'm going to watch Blair Witch Project now and smoke, drink coke and prepare to recieve a guest tommorrow.
Being lazy rules.
Fireworks.
Every time of year this happens, without fail. Kids have stupid, poorly made dummies outside of garages and shops and they say "Penny for the guy?" when you walk past, then get offended when you set fire to it and throw it after them as they run down the street in tears. Well hey, spirit of the festival and all that. Don't jam your free newspaper into the legs of your dad's tracksuit, stick a stinking coat over a dolly and expect me to fork over my cash simply because you want to spend it on glue and Smash Hits stickers. Do what other kids do at other times of the year, steal from each other.
And why do these packrats never injure each other? They lob bangers about car parks and underpasses, yet not one of them will try and see how many he can fit in his toothless feral mouth will he? Why not? Who's gonna mourn this tool if he blows his jaw off? Not his parents, they're too busy screaming at each other on the lawn at 2am because he's "spent all tha fakkin' dole daaahn the fakkin' paaaaaarb".
I want these people put out of my misery.
The Central Line.
Epping car park. 10am. Full.
FULL????? Full because stupid, faceless commuters pack themselves into trains at 7am to slave into the city to make a buck to live on, then ride home shattered and catatonic at 7pm, staring at the floor and wishing they'd followed their heart instead of their mate.
Theydon Bois car park. FULL. Debden car park. FULL.
I have to drive to #####ing Loughton to catch a train to London at 11am to see a fat, bald lying toad about a job.
£24,000 does not sound remotely like £15,000 does it. Does it?
So why then act suprised when the already-late because of assface commuters bloke in front of you stands up and says "you must be bloody joking mate, I'm not taking a job for that" and leaves your office half-way through the interview. Somebody had told this bloke £24,000. Which is why he's sat in front of you. Which is why he laughs in your corpulent, big bald face and goes shopping in HMV. Because he's off to do teacher training next year and was only going to work for a few months anyway.
The Central Line. All car parks full by soul-less, faceless, grey, miserable, destroyed, dessicated commuters.
Teenage Boys after Dark.
Harlow is notorious for spawning these things. They are never there during daylight hours, but as soon as night falls, there they are.
They mass around Blockbuster/KFC/Chinese, all spitting furiously onto the floor and sharing Silk-Cut Ultra Lows.
They are like surly moths.
So if you want to rent a movie/buy some vile take-away, then you have to run the gauntlet of these crater-faced chimps. By "run the gauntlet", I mean walk past laughing and hoping one of them says something to you, so you'll have an excuse to visit fury and pain into their stupid Guy Ritchie-lite worlds. But they never do, they just go silent and try to exude toughness, when all they do exude is Lynx and pheremones.
But Saturday really, really took the prize for "What the ?". Me and mate go to cashpoint, it's about 10:30pm and raining. And there's a gaggle of these pseudo-wideboys gathered, as per usual.
But because it's raining, they've all crammed into those tardis-like public toilets you put 20p and the door swivels open.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You stupid bummers, all standing with each other in a toilet, door open and trying to be hard/cool.
Except you're all standing together in a toilet cubicle. Repressed? Not them guv, they were prime examples of alpha-males....yeah right.
A gang of 14yr old huddled in a bog.
Poofs.
I'm going to watch Blair Witch Project now and smoke, drink coke and prepare to recieve a guest tommorrow.
Being lazy rules.
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A story I like ...
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A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks - rocks about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your health, your children things that if everything else were lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter such as your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first, there's no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you'll never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. There'll always be time to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the lawn mower.
"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
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A philosophy professor stood before his class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks - rocks about 2 inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of small pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor then picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. "Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your health, your children things that if everything else were lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter such as your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else, the small stuff.
"If you put the sand into the jar first, there's no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you'll never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. There'll always be time to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the lawn mower.
"Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
Dude! I was going to ask how it was going, but then I read the post...
I've had quite a bad setback recently, so I know how you feel to be worrying about a family member. It sucks. Balls. Big time.
I've had quite a bad setback recently, so I know how you feel to be worrying about a family member. It sucks. Balls. Big time.
Why jobs don't matter part 2:
Following on from my "I quit to do something meaningful to me", if you need reminding about what's important in life -
Yesterday was good, had someone over and we did what adults do.
Mate came over to play KOTR and then we get a phone call to say my sister & her husband have been in a car crash and taken to hospital.
Someone came across a junction and they hit him.
She's smashed her arm and shattered her wrist/hand and was taken down for surgery last night. I waited until she came around about 2am, groggy and hurting. Brother-in-law sent home with head injuries and shock.
Other driver not expected to make it, he was rushed to Royal Hospital somewhere in London with massive internal injuries.
I nearly killed the doctor, talking to my mum about 5ft away from my sister laying there on a hospital bed an hour after the accident saying "I've never seen a break like this before, this is serious and there may be loss of feeling"
Saying this at the end of the bed of my sister, who can hear him and is bawling her eyes out.
It took every single ounce of control to not punch this insect doctor in the throat, you don't say stuff like that where the patient can hear you.
So...er...I don't know really. It's 10:25am, I went to bed at 4:30am when I got back from hospital, back up there again in an hour.
Not feeling particularly jokey right now, sorry. Tired beyond belief, concerned for my sister, concerned for my brother-in-law, concerned about this other driver...
At the end of the day, in times like this when it's emergency situations, things like jobs/computer games/politics just don't even figure in a scale of what's important.
As with my accident, it goes to show that your life can change in an instant, with no warning or indication.
One minute you're on your way to celebrate your birthday with your wife with friends at a restaurant, the next thing you're dragging your wife/my sister screaming from a car because you think it's on fire.
Life: Can go from shagtastic, video-game playing relaxation into a late-night dash down the A12 to hospital because your family has been injured in the space of 20 mins.
Don't take it for granted, don't assume things will never happen to you.
Don't waste a day, don't sit at some boring desk job because it's "safe" or it "pays the bills".
If you want to do something, however stupid others may tell you it is, for chrissakes go and do it.
Now.
Don't wait, because you may not get the chance to.
I'm so very tired, but I've got to strap on a smile and tell my sis it'll be alright and not to worry, and sit with my brother in law and play video games with him to keep him busy and stop him thinking about what's happened and this other guy, on his way to pick his daughter up from the station who jumped a junction to save a couple of minutes and I don't know if he lived through the night yet or not.
Life is strange.
Tell somebody you love them.
Following on from my "I quit to do something meaningful to me", if you need reminding about what's important in life -
Yesterday was good, had someone over and we did what adults do.
Mate came over to play KOTR and then we get a phone call to say my sister & her husband have been in a car crash and taken to hospital.
Someone came across a junction and they hit him.
She's smashed her arm and shattered her wrist/hand and was taken down for surgery last night. I waited until she came around about 2am, groggy and hurting. Brother-in-law sent home with head injuries and shock.
Other driver not expected to make it, he was rushed to Royal Hospital somewhere in London with massive internal injuries.
I nearly killed the doctor, talking to my mum about 5ft away from my sister laying there on a hospital bed an hour after the accident saying "I've never seen a break like this before, this is serious and there may be loss of feeling"
Saying this at the end of the bed of my sister, who can hear him and is bawling her eyes out.
It took every single ounce of control to not punch this insect doctor in the throat, you don't say stuff like that where the patient can hear you.
So...er...I don't know really. It's 10:25am, I went to bed at 4:30am when I got back from hospital, back up there again in an hour.
Not feeling particularly jokey right now, sorry. Tired beyond belief, concerned for my sister, concerned for my brother-in-law, concerned about this other driver...
At the end of the day, in times like this when it's emergency situations, things like jobs/computer games/politics just don't even figure in a scale of what's important.
As with my accident, it goes to show that your life can change in an instant, with no warning or indication.
One minute you're on your way to celebrate your birthday with your wife with friends at a restaurant, the next thing you're dragging your wife/my sister screaming from a car because you think it's on fire.
Life: Can go from shagtastic, video-game playing relaxation into a late-night dash down the A12 to hospital because your family has been injured in the space of 20 mins.
Don't take it for granted, don't assume things will never happen to you.
Don't waste a day, don't sit at some boring desk job because it's "safe" or it "pays the bills".
If you want to do something, however stupid others may tell you it is, for chrissakes go and do it.
Now.
Don't wait, because you may not get the chance to.
I'm so very tired, but I've got to strap on a smile and tell my sis it'll be alright and not to worry, and sit with my brother in law and play video games with him to keep him busy and stop him thinking about what's happened and this other guy, on his way to pick his daughter up from the station who jumped a junction to save a couple of minutes and I don't know if he lived through the night yet or not.
Life is strange.
Tell somebody you love them.
http://megaweb.clubsnap.org/fireworks/
On the subject of fireworks.
On the subject of fireworks.
Goatboy wrote:
> Then I'm going to glaze her like a doughnut.
*****
Ha ha ha.
> Then I'm going to glaze her like a doughnut.
*****
Ha ha ha.
Goatboy wrote:
> The Central Line.
> Epping car park. 10am. Full.
> FULL????? Full because stupid, faceless commuters pack themselves
> into trains at 7am to slave into the city to make a buck to live on,
> then ride home shattered and catatonic at 7pm, staring at the floor
> and wishing they'd followed their heart instead of their mate.
goldust.
pure, unfiltered goldust :)
I really like your take on life Goatboy, unbridled contempt for the pigeonhole masses pleases me :)
> The Central Line.
> Epping car park. 10am. Full.
> FULL????? Full because stupid, faceless commuters pack themselves
> into trains at 7am to slave into the city to make a buck to live on,
> then ride home shattered and catatonic at 7pm, staring at the floor
> and wishing they'd followed their heart instead of their mate.
goldust.
pure, unfiltered goldust :)
I really like your take on life Goatboy, unbridled contempt for the pigeonhole masses pleases me :)
Goatboy wrote:
> They are like surly moths.
Christ, this made me laugh!
> They are like surly moths.
Christ, this made me laugh!
Yes...yes, I will hate you more. Curse you. A pox on you and your descendants. And your pets.
But Harlow Blockbuster has a roof-thingy out the front, so they wouldn't need to cuddle up in the toilets...unless...
What the funk is the deal with these chimps who feel the need to spit on the floor, what's the fasination with it?
"Woah ma bro, you spat on ma turf, ere, lets smoke used fag-filters n look for 'birds"
- *spits*
"heavy, funkens heavy mans! u aint lightweight at all."
****
I hate them all! All of them.
Walking home last night from work was a prime example of their "bumming rituals" - I have to go through the local park to reach my road, and they was all sitting there screaming at each other about how many ciggarette's they'd managed to smoke without coughing.
Fags. All of them are fags.
"Woah ma bro, you spat on ma turf, ere, lets smoke used fag-filters n look for 'birds"
- *spits*
"heavy, funkens heavy mans! u aint lightweight at all."
****
I hate them all! All of them.
Walking home last night from work was a prime example of their "bumming rituals" - I have to go through the local park to reach my road, and they was all sitting there screaming at each other about how many ciggarette's they'd managed to smoke without coughing.
Fags. All of them are fags.
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