For the last few weeks, I’ve been watching this series on policing in England; and needless to say, I’ve been shocked at some of the acts I’ve seen…varying from immense kindness to immense brutality
It seems we (British people) tolerate our policemen smashing the shit out of certain innocent people with metal bats; so long as they are ultra polite when they issue our speeding tickets; which they ALWAYS are!
Then I got to thinking about how much we take for granted as normal…ONLY because we’re used to it.
Thanks to Easy Jet and the birth of tiny toiletries, I was able to go on several cheapy cheap foreign adventures in the last few years. And I ran into the police on 2 of the 3 trips…
First, I went to Krakow in Poland and the gargantuan river Wisla was minutes away from bursting its banks when I arrived. There were sandbags, people and police everywhere; and camcorders! It seems it’s a bit of an entertaining event for the people of Krakow; watching the river swell til it’s too late to run away.
I for one, was getting out of there…
WELL; I dared to attempt to cross a very busy, ‘scarily wide’ road, and apparently; I was not meant to be there
The first I knew of this crime I’d committed, was when the police man I was standing ahead of, accelerated like the Stig (from Top Gear)…and launched his car at me full pelt… until the bumper was an inch from my knees. He then slammed the car to a halt, screeching brakes included; wound down his window; (as did the other Loony copper in the passenger seat) Read the rest of this entry
Girls, do you think I'm in there or what?
Little girls play this game;
They played it when I was tiny; I played it when I was tiny; and they still play it now…
They pick a flower from the ground, and one after the other; they pull off every petal
Each time they tear away a pretty petal, from its life force…
They say the words
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
He loves me!?…
He loves me not!?
Personally, I think this game speaks volumes about how girls and boys view love.
(Alert – Huge sweeping generalisation or two, on the way) Read the rest of this entry
I’d had enough by the 7th day
All I wanted to do was get home; you know how it is when you start to miss home.
I went to my favourite cafe, ignored everyone, and ate exactly the same ingredients as I did in that Spanish cafe
From the archives of my mind
Back in the days…
I was a naughty, rebellious, authority despising, horrible little child. So I figured (early in life), if I re-produced, it would be a bad move. I thought Ms Karma would send me a child, ten times naughtier. But because Ms Karma is clever, my avoidance of the pain of ‘owning a rebel’; was over-ridden! She simply gave me a ‘Rebel Ball’ instead; for this lesson…and probably also as some kind of justice for my poor Mother :0
My RED bouncing ball…Do you own one too?
For each emotion I have a WHITE ball, a really bouncy one, and note… it bounces vertically only. The top to bottom of a bounce, covers a fair distance but I’m adjusted to this, and some bounces are fabulous, which makes their EXTENT both a blessing and a curse. Read the rest of this entry
Come Again Please?
Today’s random thoughts on ‘making sense’.
For every word of every language, there are multiple dictionary definitions, as well as the other definitions that are formed by our individual brains and experiences…
When discussing this earlier, this example explained the human ‘part’
Boy says…..’I’m shy’…..He says this with a whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped his meaning of shy
Girl hears……’I’m shy’……She then processes this with her whole host of memories, and feelings, and experiences, which have shaped her meaning of shy
Their own understanding’s of ‘shy’ are different……as are the implications that the word ‘shy’ holds.
Now if every word has mass multiple definitions AND meanings, you then have to consider that people and their circles, naturally use words, with a COMPLETELY different meaning to the dominant and/or dictionary one’s, as they form their own little language communities. They then use these words OUTSIDE of their circles, when talking to people who have no idea WTF they meant by that 🙂
After all this confusion… Read the rest of this entry
Once you’ve been exposed to writing for your own, unrestrained narcissistic pleasure, your studies will be ruined FOREVER!
I used to enjoy the challenge of finding the ‘bestest’ and most eloquent phrases to explain my evidence
There was a day when I felt passion typing sentences like this :-
Dahlgren and Whiteheads diagram (Bird and Whitehead, 2012, p. 51) includes age, constitution and sex; drawing the powerful medical discourse, into the analysis. Marmot’s wide concept of the causes of health inequalities; allows all the evidence from different socioeconomic circumstances, to be considered in relation to health.
Until; the discovery of blogging. I found myself spreading my little writing wings, and I got to ramble on about sociology and Erving Goffman, whilst slipping in phrases such as ‘Trust the Goff’ and ‘He was one of the spangliest social thinkers ever to grace our pooey earth’…
Now that I have experienced the joy of being able to write spangly in a sentence
Now that I’ve been exposed to the wonder of being allowed to wink when I’m writing…well; my essays of joy have become
DRY DRY DRY AND PAINFUL AND…DRY
In spite of all the bilge I write here, I have never been so drained and bored, reading my own shite, as I was this morning (hard to believe I know ;)) Read the rest of this entry
Marriage Equality Conference
Get engaged twice but don’t make it down the aisle. Ideally you will call off one wedding; and at the other, you will be stood up at the altar; or just before you get to the altar.
This way, you learn all you need to about rejection, on both sides of the coin…
Find the location of your heart, and purify it as much as possible
Then you are ready for the grand plan.
- WITHOUT A VICAR present, Marry a friend who would never ever wish to sleep with you and vice versa; so, make sure they have the opposite sexuality to you; or ensure you are at least 8 points away from each other, in the league tables
- Make sure this friend is truly spandangly of heart, and you have a marriage made in heaven that will last forever. You get a best friend, who loves you even when you smell; who will love you when your fat and thin, equally. And you can safely love them with no fear of divorce… like ever, plus, you both still have real marriage as an option in your life; for any new finds.
- Then; spare marry someone else who you find sexually attractive and rather wonderful… but is impenetrable. All lonely broken souls, cannot resist the lure of a spare spouse. Be as spare wonderful as you can, to your spare spouse… and you will have 2 marriages that will last forever
- Make sure the spare candidate lives around 500 miles away; so that you can’t get spare sick of each other, even if you tried 😉 Read the rest of this entry
Perfect moments are things that come once or twice in a decade, they are fleeting and normally unexpected. They mostly come on days where they are least likely to happen, or in moments where they have no explanation. But they are far from forgettable, even when indefinable. They burn themselves onto the memory stems of our brain; forever.
And unlike pain…they never fade
And they never lose their magic
My first came on a walk; from the toilets, back to the tent on a summer’s day, with the assistance of Sade; dads and babies; friends; lovers; an amazing subwoofer; and multiple swaying bodies
My second involved 3 children who were at first, separated, looking at each other with the self-consciousness of adults. Staring with the awkwardness of teenagers, and reeking with the transparent vulnerability of a child. The 4 of us were positioned in a large circle, one at each compass point. Totally apart; but all in view of one another. I’d just bought a bottle of bubbles from the shop, and to pass the time I began blowing. Read the rest of this entry