Dear Friend, Good fortune has blessed you with a name that has planted you into thecenter of relevance in my life. I would respectfully request that you keepthe content of this mail confidential because of its nature and respectthe integrity of this information. First of all I'll like to introducemyself and status again,I am Thomas Williams, Staff of InternationalPrivate Banking at HSBC Bank London. I am contacting you concerning adeceased customer and a financial portfolio of $8.5m United state dollars,which he placed under HSBC Bank managements two years ago for turn over onhis behalf. As the Chief Operations Officer of the private banking sector, Iencouraged the deceased on his arrival to our bank on various growth offund with prime ratings.The favored route in my advice to him wasaccessing data's on 6000 traditional stocks and bond managements.Based onmy advise, attractive margins,acquired profit and interest stood at over$10m United state dollars,this margin was not the full potential of thefund but he desired low risk guaranteed returns on investment. Early 2004my client asked that the money be liquidated because of an urgentinvestment requiring cash payments here in United Kingdom, and that theliquidated fund be deposited in CORPORATE SECURITIES CO, a securityconsulting firm based in London who are specialist private firm thataccepts deposits from high net worth individuals and blue chipcorporations that handle valuable products and undertake transactions thatneed immediate access to cash. This order was given to me in anticipation of his arrival from Norwaylater that week, this was the last communication we had. Sometimes thisyear I got a call from CORPORATE SECURITIES CO. informing me of theinactivity of the portfolio, since I was the only one who knew about thedeposit, I immediately passed the task of locating my client to theInternal Investigation Department of HSBC, which now revealed that theperson who suited his description was declared dead of a Heart attack inCane, South of France. And in line with banking internal processes for account holders who havepassed away, an investigation was meant to be launched to contact apossible surviving NEXT OF KIN to come forward as beneficiary of the fundbut unfortunately when my client came patronizing our services, in hisbio-data form, no next of kin was listed neither was there a TESTATE. Myclient only used numbers and codes to make the account he opened with usanonymous. At this juncture, I'll like to unravel the true position ofthis transaction, CORPORATE SECURITIES CO,has requested for statements ofclaim from me, and I alone knows of the existence of the deposit, for asfar as HSBC Bank is concerned the transaction with our late clientconcluded when I sent the fund to the security firm, all outstandinginteractions in relation to the file are just customer service and dueprocess. The security firm has no single idea of what the history ornature of the deposit is, they await instructions to release the depositto any party that I nominate as the beneficiary of the fund. I amprepared to place you in a position to instruct Corporate Securities Co.to release the deposit to you as the NEXT OF KIN. Kindly let me know your true interest in this pending transaction so as toascertain the proceeds, and I assure you that I could have the depositreleased to you within few days. I implore you to discard this mail if youfind no interest in this transaction, and if my offer is of no appeal toyou, please don't be vindictive and destructive just delete this messageand forget I ever contacted you. Finally, I am sending you this mail without a measure of fear as to whatthe consequences are, but I know within me that nothing ventured isnothing gained and that success and riches never comes in a platter ofgold. This is the one truth I have learnt from my private banking clients.Do not betray my confidence, if we can be of one accord, we should plan ameeting soon. I await your response. Thomas
if we can be of one accord eh? why don't they use smaller amounts then people may reply? who would even want 850 billion pounds? everyone would notice and you'd get arrested...
so here i am about to begin my 6th day of unemployment, what have i been doing?
went back to cambridge last week for a staff party and dentist appt. she poked a metal stick into a hole in my gob and it still hurts :( sat in botanical gardens with chlo, was heavenly there... staff party was predictably shite, got given a little roulette chip which entitled us to drinks at the bar, i managed to razz 3 cocktails, accompanied by san pellegrino before the bar tab ran out, it was an excellent demonstration of why i am glad that i left that job, everyone was being more of a cock than EVER, even the people that i have usually got on with. Bar Marie and Dave from the canteen I can honestly say that I am delighted to never see any of them ever again! how sad is that.
had a lovely day with ma and chlo, watched a secret chick flick at the cinema which was gut achingly awful but fun!! came home and watched more films. miss them both lots now.
came back up to wakey on thurs and headed off to newcastle to see Liv on Friday morning, having packed a selection of light cotton clothes, it rained and rained and rained! we went to a sweet diner and had milkshakes to make everything better, then embarked upon Primark... spent the evening at a graphic design evening being held by the Shipley Gallery, they had a brilliant exhibition of Olympic Games posters from throughout history, some illustrators doing talks and a kind of weird bingo in which we won a free drink, we made some prints from polystyrene...went back into the TOON and had some bloody sweet cocktails then headed off to a club which played amazing soul and funk and danced like bloody maniacs hindered only by annoying students giving liv the rude eye and have to take to consequences...!
Enjoyed some hours reading every cheap magzine that money could buy, real stories, top tips, all the beauties, then we rented Top Gun on the grounds that neither of us had ever seen it, pretty quickly discovered why that was, it was a steaming pile of trud! the only fun aspect was the masses of sexual tension between all of the men, other than that there were loads and loads of long discussions about the intricate elements of fighter planes which surely hardly eny one could enjoy? so you just drift off and look around the room thinking about the washing up.
sunday we watched an entire week of come dine with me on 4OD, from Preston, the most amazing one I have ever seen, I recommend you watch it! The characters were all like something from a soap opera, they were literally unbelievable, one of them went to bed before she'd even cooked her meal!
Now I am in bed watching Jeremy Kyle with a headache. Today I intend to go into leeds and reap the benefits of the market. I also need to buy a printer and a swimming costume. Money is in an increasingly serious situation...the bank may well be round any moment and send me to prison... uh oh...
two feuding brothers on jeremy kyle... now 'my ex's mum is stopping us getting back together'
oh, now he's admitted that he sent threatening texts to the mum of his ex, so it's actually all really fine that the mum hates him.he wants to get back with his ex but she won't talk to him (?) i fear he may be deluded...oh, he's blatantly got anger issues.
listen to me... this isn't good! BLUR on Friday at Hyde Park! some sweet fun on the horizon...
hope you haven't all forgotten about my blog in my lapse of writing? i need connections more than ever!! i am iiissollaateeeedd!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway, maybe i'll write to thomas and claim the money fun he's secretly saving for me? i could do with it.
Monday, 29 June 2009
Thursday, 25 June 2009
nothing much
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yess yes at leasyt the money's still rolling in i hear you all cry, if only that were the case reader, the money situation is nothing short of dire.
DIRE and worry is setting in big time...
nipped back to cambs for a work do which was unmitigated bollocks and caused me to leave feeling exceedingly comforted that I would never have to see any of those people again, and for a dentist appointment, having had 2 wisdom teeth out 2 years ago, the others are predictable surfacing now...
blog will be back to normal on Mon, computer is finally online and things here are okay. Still feel very weird though...
regular blogging resumes MOnday!!
Monday, 22 June 2009
the devil will make work for idle hands to dooo
i am writing my first blog from my new life in wakey. i am in bed watching Jeremy Kyle and applying for jobs online. applying for jobs is unquestionably my worst worst thing in the world, i have put off writing a cv for about 5 years, i HATE filling in forms so soooo much, there are some people who love it?!
a man just failed the lie detector, he was a dj and gets a lot of temptations, he's about 5' 3" and rank. Oh i've had to turn kyle off, it's a wedding after the break and he was in the front row, no thanks... now though i'm on ch 1 and it's even worse, there's a mouthy blonde woman talking about a house in the voice of a children's tv presenter, it's more unbearable than jeremy kyle in fact, don't these people who try to add value to their houses, despite whether or not they like it themselves, understand that life is short? that you need to be happy in the moment? that their little scraps of extra money won't keep them warm when their dead? while they've wasted their lives tiptoe-ing around the bits of their house that they don't even like, just cause they need to keep the colours neutral? it makes me really, really depressed. you can't make people like that understand. There was a woman on come dine with me the other day who spends 3-4 HOURS a day cleaning...how depressing, she is throwing her life away, and when she isn't cleaning she must be anxious about things not getting messed up how can someone become that mad?
let's try channel 2...
hmmm it's computer-animated cartoons, i hate these cause they can't afford to do good computer graphics so the things in them are all a bit see-through and creepy, this is in a farm this one, the pig just floated across the floor like a ghost, it's american this one, but there's loads of really bad irish accents being done... gonna have to turn it off.
uh oh the bride just released some doves on the JK wedding. keep jezza away from the booze, that's my advice...
channel 4 some american programme. some gays, a gay vicar, he's being sent to Malaysia. His boyfriend is really eggy, saying he's being colonialist and can't he tell the bishop that he has a boyfriend?Enough of this already, oh,not before i heard this: 'you can't expect someone to organise his life around you when you can't even say "i love you"' from the vicar. woooo!
the adverts during daytime tv are so depressing, 'have you had an accident?' 'have you made a will?' 50+fashions, life insurance with Parky. that's enough, i need to go out.
wash up, shower, then costa! also i need argos, my clothes are in a shopping basket, a pile on the floor, and 5 suitcases.
laters! i'll keep you informed on my new life developments...you lucky people!
a man just failed the lie detector, he was a dj and gets a lot of temptations, he's about 5' 3" and rank. Oh i've had to turn kyle off, it's a wedding after the break and he was in the front row, no thanks... now though i'm on ch 1 and it's even worse, there's a mouthy blonde woman talking about a house in the voice of a children's tv presenter, it's more unbearable than jeremy kyle in fact, don't these people who try to add value to their houses, despite whether or not they like it themselves, understand that life is short? that you need to be happy in the moment? that their little scraps of extra money won't keep them warm when their dead? while they've wasted their lives tiptoe-ing around the bits of their house that they don't even like, just cause they need to keep the colours neutral? it makes me really, really depressed. you can't make people like that understand. There was a woman on come dine with me the other day who spends 3-4 HOURS a day cleaning...how depressing, she is throwing her life away, and when she isn't cleaning she must be anxious about things not getting messed up how can someone become that mad?
let's try channel 2...
hmmm it's computer-animated cartoons, i hate these cause they can't afford to do good computer graphics so the things in them are all a bit see-through and creepy, this is in a farm this one, the pig just floated across the floor like a ghost, it's american this one, but there's loads of really bad irish accents being done... gonna have to turn it off.
uh oh the bride just released some doves on the JK wedding. keep jezza away from the booze, that's my advice...
channel 4 some american programme. some gays, a gay vicar, he's being sent to Malaysia. His boyfriend is really eggy, saying he's being colonialist and can't he tell the bishop that he has a boyfriend?Enough of this already, oh,not before i heard this: 'you can't expect someone to organise his life around you when you can't even say "i love you"' from the vicar. woooo!
the adverts during daytime tv are so depressing, 'have you had an accident?' 'have you made a will?' 50+fashions, life insurance with Parky. that's enough, i need to go out.
wash up, shower, then costa! also i need argos, my clothes are in a shopping basket, a pile on the floor, and 5 suitcases.
laters! i'll keep you informed on my new life developments...you lucky people!
Friday, 19 June 2009
last day
in cambridge, at work.
i end it packing and feeling a bit sick, so pretty reflective of my general life here...
haven't really got anything to say about it, so many things from the last few years flash through my mind, it's definitely time to leave, there are certainly lots of bad memories amongst the good.
I shall leave it to Xu Zhimo, a Chinese Cambridge student who led the modern poetry movement in China before dying in a plance crash in 1932 :
Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
The floating heart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
To seek a dream?
Just to pole a boat upstream
To where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heap silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.
i end it packing and feeling a bit sick, so pretty reflective of my general life here...
haven't really got anything to say about it, so many things from the last few years flash through my mind, it's definitely time to leave, there are certainly lots of bad memories amongst the good.
I shall leave it to Xu Zhimo, a Chinese Cambridge student who led the modern poetry movement in China before dying in a plance crash in 1932 :
Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.
The floating heart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!
That pool under the shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?
To seek a dream?
Just to pole a boat upstream
To where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight
And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heap silence for me
Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away.
Wednesday, 17 June 2009
sadness.
I know I know, I'm crap, I haven't written, I've been so busy. We're packing up the entire library at work so by the time I get home I am far too tired to pack any of my stuff, I've taken down all the stuff from the walls so now my room is very depressing, but I have also hardly packed anything due to lack of receptacles so it's doubly depressing... : (
so far I have packed 2 bags of books and a bag of clothes that I don't wear.
Had a lovely evening on Saturday, was very touched by the fact that nearly everyone actually came, it's very rare that even 2 people have a free weekend so to have 20 was really great, even if it can be difficult to actually talk to everyone when there's that many there!
The moving sadness has well and truly set in, I feel very weepy at the thought of my room being empty, and of not seeing my mum and dad every day, we have settled into such an enjoyable (for the most part) life pattern, and most of all, we all really look after each other, so I feel very vulnerable and sad...
On the other hand, I am excited about living with Simon and about looking after him, and I am excited about trying to illustrate as well (but more scared).
Anyway, I have to get back. Those dictionaries won't pack themselves...
I'm sure my blog will take on a crazy new turn when I move, the chronicle of a self-employed 26year old in Yorkshire, let's hope it's more exciting than the chronicle of a 26 year old librarian being driven mental by teenagers... if it isn't then I shall jump into the canal. :)
so far I have packed 2 bags of books and a bag of clothes that I don't wear.
Had a lovely evening on Saturday, was very touched by the fact that nearly everyone actually came, it's very rare that even 2 people have a free weekend so to have 20 was really great, even if it can be difficult to actually talk to everyone when there's that many there!
The moving sadness has well and truly set in, I feel very weepy at the thought of my room being empty, and of not seeing my mum and dad every day, we have settled into such an enjoyable (for the most part) life pattern, and most of all, we all really look after each other, so I feel very vulnerable and sad...
On the other hand, I am excited about living with Simon and about looking after him, and I am excited about trying to illustrate as well (but more scared).
Anyway, I have to get back. Those dictionaries won't pack themselves...
I'm sure my blog will take on a crazy new turn when I move, the chronicle of a self-employed 26year old in Yorkshire, let's hope it's more exciting than the chronicle of a 26 year old librarian being driven mental by teenagers... if it isn't then I shall jump into the canal. :)
Thursday, 11 June 2009
nothing much
so someone found my wallet, where was it? in a bog. a ladies bog. so my suspicions about the middle aged lady were, it seems, correct. Middle aged ladies have to go to the bog during the course of each shopping trip, at least once. She obviously decided to rifle through her finds then! HA gutla stealing my wallet! what did you find in there? riches? credit cards? or loads of nando's reward stamp cards and old cinema tickets? no currency in them! believe me, i've tried!
Superdrug don't have any CCTV, so that's the end of that saga, the police called to say that they're tracking some guy who's nicked loads of wallets from cafes, but mine was in a ladies bog, and no one saw a man so i'm not sure if that's the case with mine.
I feel very vindicated that it was definitely stolen, I was seriously doubting myself last night, and having awful imaginings that they would look at the cctv and see me tucking my wallet absent mindedly into a shelf or something and be all 'aaahhh'...
anyway, time is drawing to a close here at work, one week left after tomorrow...I can't even be bothered to tell anyone off! Although, on the other side of that I am constantly tempted to swear at them too on the grounds that I don't care if I get into trouble? I think I'll swear at one particular boy, the pierced posho.
what have i learned in my time here?
Men rule the world and they are thick, and also immensley impractical which is meant to be the thing that they are best at, practicality.
Rich children aren't interested in anything, it's a horrible way to be.
Cultural differences in manners are vast!
Poeple who send their kids here are either a)THICK, b) hate their kids, or most usually c) both.
My school was much better than this school, and it was FREE.
I won't work with teenagers ever again.
I can probably survive any job now. I have learnt to repel the feeling of degraded-ness that this school has forced upon me day in day out.
I'd like to gather up a few members of staff and take them with me, save them, like from a sinking ship.
Marie, well, I have learnt more from her than I can fit on this! People really should hire her as a life coach! She's a genius and she has lived more than almost anyone I can imagine!!
c'est fini, I'm off now.
gotta finish sorting my clothes out for the Charity shop, as usual I shall continue to hoard things that will never fit me again most likely.
Superdrug don't have any CCTV, so that's the end of that saga, the police called to say that they're tracking some guy who's nicked loads of wallets from cafes, but mine was in a ladies bog, and no one saw a man so i'm not sure if that's the case with mine.
I feel very vindicated that it was definitely stolen, I was seriously doubting myself last night, and having awful imaginings that they would look at the cctv and see me tucking my wallet absent mindedly into a shelf or something and be all 'aaahhh'...
anyway, time is drawing to a close here at work, one week left after tomorrow...I can't even be bothered to tell anyone off! Although, on the other side of that I am constantly tempted to swear at them too on the grounds that I don't care if I get into trouble? I think I'll swear at one particular boy, the pierced posho.
what have i learned in my time here?
Men rule the world and they are thick, and also immensley impractical which is meant to be the thing that they are best at, practicality.
Rich children aren't interested in anything, it's a horrible way to be.
Cultural differences in manners are vast!
Poeple who send their kids here are either a)THICK, b) hate their kids, or most usually c) both.
My school was much better than this school, and it was FREE.
I won't work with teenagers ever again.
I can probably survive any job now. I have learnt to repel the feeling of degraded-ness that this school has forced upon me day in day out.
I'd like to gather up a few members of staff and take them with me, save them, like from a sinking ship.
Marie, well, I have learnt more from her than I can fit on this! People really should hire her as a life coach! She's a genius and she has lived more than almost anyone I can imagine!!
c'est fini, I'm off now.
gotta finish sorting my clothes out for the Charity shop, as usual I shall continue to hoard things that will never fit me again most likely.
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
shitSHIT
Oh, well, turns out my bad mood was spot on, went to the pharmacy on my lunch break in the POURING rain to get my many medicinal needs that keep my body and brain puttering along, oh, what's this, i put my wallet on the counter and now it's not there, slight disbelief, followed by a rounding humiliation from the guy behind the till and the pharmacist insisting it was IMPOSSIBLE that someone stole my wallet, missing the point that far from asking them to carry out a lynching , I was merely stating the fact that my wallet had gone from the counter, and that of that there was no doubt. Obviously then I started to cry which was the bad bit, especially as they continued to insist that I was mental (and the crying made me look pretty mental) and that it was not possible that someone had taken my wallet (it was, they had).
Went to the police station, and got directed into a little room where you pick up a phone and report your crime! Was pretty surreal...they asked me if I wanted victim support... and if i wanted to be updated about my crime every 7 days?! seemed a bit much, aaanyway. Obviously then you start thinking 'maybe i am mad? maybe I never even had my wallet?' I do do mad things sometimes like put things down and totally forget. But no, for once I am sure. I looked in it and then felt a little nervous as I left it on the counter while i turned to replace something on the shelf, then it had vanished into thin air.
Then came the lowest point of the day. I left the po po station to get on my bike and return to work, Oh, what's this? someone had carefully deposited an empty handy andies style tissue packet in my basket, which they must have mistaken for a wicker bin (they didn't) OH and what other treats do we have in here?! a collection of tissues, laden with the kind of snot that you only produce when in the middle of a chesty infectiony cold, the tissues sealed into 4 or 5 little bags of heavy, yellow snot. I was in the police station for about 20 minutes. That's quick work for me to fall victim to that kind of behaviour...I should have reported that crime, it upset me much more than my wallet.
I was then faced with removing them from my basket and getting back to work. This was the point when I decided it was the worst day ever. In years to come I will be able to pinpoint it, looking down into my bike basket, confused, then horrified, as the moment that I lost my faith in humanity.
Went to the police station, and got directed into a little room where you pick up a phone and report your crime! Was pretty surreal...they asked me if I wanted victim support... and if i wanted to be updated about my crime every 7 days?! seemed a bit much, aaanyway. Obviously then you start thinking 'maybe i am mad? maybe I never even had my wallet?' I do do mad things sometimes like put things down and totally forget. But no, for once I am sure. I looked in it and then felt a little nervous as I left it on the counter while i turned to replace something on the shelf, then it had vanished into thin air.
Then came the lowest point of the day. I left the po po station to get on my bike and return to work, Oh, what's this? someone had carefully deposited an empty handy andies style tissue packet in my basket, which they must have mistaken for a wicker bin (they didn't) OH and what other treats do we have in here?! a collection of tissues, laden with the kind of snot that you only produce when in the middle of a chesty infectiony cold, the tissues sealed into 4 or 5 little bags of heavy, yellow snot. I was in the police station for about 20 minutes. That's quick work for me to fall victim to that kind of behaviour...I should have reported that crime, it upset me much more than my wallet.
I was then faced with removing them from my basket and getting back to work. This was the point when I decided it was the worst day ever. In years to come I will be able to pinpoint it, looking down into my bike basket, confused, then horrified, as the moment that I lost my faith in humanity.
clouds looming.
I'm in a bad mood today for no particular reason, just tired and moody.
there was a patio party at work yesterday, so I could spend the last 2 hours of my shift doing sweet f a, there was a hog roast, and free pimms, the chef roasting the hog was off his tits, and Dave the maintenance manager was taking care to ask everyone if they 'wanted stuffing'. Yes, it was that kind of affair...oh, the examiner just came in and took both the newspapers, so he can do soduko while the students pass notes right under his stupid face.
well anyway, looks like the weather is going to be shit on saturday so no such luck for a frolicking picnic party...no suprises there i suppose. The town and county farming show is on on saturday, we'll probably end up there, wearing wellies and joining the countryside alliance. argh i'm so EGGY!
all the students here are going home, it's great, real quiet, we have to pack the whole library up next week so that they can move it to the new library, not looking forward to that, well, my back isn't, sure i'll be of very limited help indeed.
Oh fucking rank, a man's found a whole dead mouse in his malt loaf! WHY?! why do these awful things keep happening to us all ??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHHYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well anyway. i'm talking rot now, sheer rot. my brain is dead. the clouds outside are swelling into a grey mass, it's so quiet in here, everything feels weird.
there was a patio party at work yesterday, so I could spend the last 2 hours of my shift doing sweet f a, there was a hog roast, and free pimms, the chef roasting the hog was off his tits, and Dave the maintenance manager was taking care to ask everyone if they 'wanted stuffing'. Yes, it was that kind of affair...oh, the examiner just came in and took both the newspapers, so he can do soduko while the students pass notes right under his stupid face.
well anyway, looks like the weather is going to be shit on saturday so no such luck for a frolicking picnic party...no suprises there i suppose. The town and county farming show is on on saturday, we'll probably end up there, wearing wellies and joining the countryside alliance. argh i'm so EGGY!
all the students here are going home, it's great, real quiet, we have to pack the whole library up next week so that they can move it to the new library, not looking forward to that, well, my back isn't, sure i'll be of very limited help indeed.
Oh fucking rank, a man's found a whole dead mouse in his malt loaf! WHY?! why do these awful things keep happening to us all ??!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHHYYY????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
well anyway. i'm talking rot now, sheer rot. my brain is dead. the clouds outside are swelling into a grey mass, it's so quiet in here, everything feels weird.
Tuesday, 9 June 2009
ps
when you have free time at the computer, do free rice
http://www.freerice.com/
it's pretty addictive and it is a very good cause
numpty
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A prize for naming the tune.
Soooo, there are 8 full days of work left! crazy talk huh?
shit! i keep starting blogs and forgetting to finish them!
i'll do a proper one tomorrow promise!
Monday, 8 June 2009
dark days.
Well this truly is a dark day, BNP have 2 EU seats, representing US! thanks a lot Yorkshire and Humber(?) you absolute dicks, I can't believe i'm moving up there to be amongst extra proportionately high levels of racists. I'll have to try and break it from the inside. It's a big job, they won 10% of the vote! Unbelievable. Listening to Nick Griffin today was just incredible, he's saying crazy stuff, like totally racist weird, illogical stuff and people are considering him a legitimate politician. It's not a protest vote, as I was told by some lads in a very nice pub in Halifax, unless your self-loathing really runs so deep that you are punishing yourself?! If you don't want to vote for anyone really truly, then you destroy your ballot, that's a protest.
Just tapping Andrew Brons, the BNP MEP for Yorkshire and Humber into google we are informed that he began his 'political career' in the National Socialist Movement (founded on Hitler's birthday-he's not racist though, remember) an organisation which actively bombed synagogues and Jewish property, he took it upon himself to flood Yorkshire with swastika stickers, posters and badges. He was also a porminent member of the National Front (not cause he was a racist though, eh?). His favourite slogans include: 'We've got to get rid of the blacks', and 'White Power' -I'm sure he doesn't mean these in a racist way though, after all, the BNP aren't racist that's what they keep telling us isn't it?
We're pretty much the last (if not the last) country in Europe to actually ELECT a fascist MEP, and now we've elected 2. Dark days indeed. On top of this, the prospect of a long-term Tory government is more than i can bear, David Cameron is such a supreme TWAT, tricking people with his smooth face and his floppy hair, and his affable Eton manner, with it's underlying tones of 'looove mee', and his absolute detatchment from any level of the society that he wants to represent, the Eton boys club running the UK, that's going to help things isn't it? NO IT fucking ISN'T.
anyway, enough.
The big news of the century is that my letter is IN THE RADIO TIMES!!! WOOP WOOP! ch-ch- check it out!
Just tapping Andrew Brons, the BNP MEP for Yorkshire and Humber into google we are informed that he began his 'political career' in the National Socialist Movement (founded on Hitler's birthday-he's not racist though, remember) an organisation which actively bombed synagogues and Jewish property, he took it upon himself to flood Yorkshire with swastika stickers, posters and badges. He was also a porminent member of the National Front (not cause he was a racist though, eh?). His favourite slogans include: 'We've got to get rid of the blacks', and 'White Power' -I'm sure he doesn't mean these in a racist way though, after all, the BNP aren't racist that's what they keep telling us isn't it?
We're pretty much the last (if not the last) country in Europe to actually ELECT a fascist MEP, and now we've elected 2. Dark days indeed. On top of this, the prospect of a long-term Tory government is more than i can bear, David Cameron is such a supreme TWAT, tricking people with his smooth face and his floppy hair, and his affable Eton manner, with it's underlying tones of 'looove mee', and his absolute detatchment from any level of the society that he wants to represent, the Eton boys club running the UK, that's going to help things isn't it? NO IT fucking ISN'T.
anyway, enough.
The big news of the century is that my letter is IN THE RADIO TIMES!!! WOOP WOOP! ch-ch- check it out!
Friday, 5 June 2009
poem of the day
European election-
what a big selection!
English democrats?
English massive twats!
Animals Count?
What ARE you on about?
UUUU-kip?
You all talk total shit!
BNP, British jobs for British fascists,
you shower of twats
bring me out in a rash,
Jury Team?
What the f does that even mean??
the fallback party-Green
I can't decide between
you and
Socialist Labour-
do us all a favour (and win)
you haven't got a chance
but i'll vote SDLP anyway
for the sake of my consci-ence.
i know, i know, i'm a fucking genius social commentator for our times.
what a big selection!
English democrats?
English massive twats!
Animals Count?
What ARE you on about?
UUUU-kip?
You all talk total shit!
BNP, British jobs for British fascists,
you shower of twats
bring me out in a rash,
Jury Team?
What the f does that even mean??
the fallback party-Green
I can't decide between
you and
Socialist Labour-
do us all a favour (and win)
you haven't got a chance
but i'll vote SDLP anyway
for the sake of my consci-ence.
i know, i know, i'm a fucking genius social commentator for our times.
logblog
i haven't 'blogged' much lately as i've been rendered with an assortment of illnesses this week, starting with a migrane which was one of the most unpleasant things that I have ever experienced and lasted for 48 full hours, and then developing into a feverish cold which i still have. I am also so tired that I am squinting.
sooo, not much to report all together, just been rolling around in bed sweating and sitting at work with my head in my hands groaning. All together it hasn't been a good week. I had wednesday off but it didn't really do me much good, the worst thing is restless nights, which i have had every night, waking up and not being able to sleep :( I'm worn out really.
Went to Anglia Ruskin yesterday to see my lovely friend Yasuko's work in the exhibition. It was actually really different from our show last year, despite the fact that the entire school of art were exhibiting, it was less busy than ours, and truly, their work was much less varied than our group's, there were three students whose work was identical to the point where it was actually IDENTICAL, I couldn't believe that people weren't constantly going 'uuummmm...' Anyway, they had a flash programme as they had raised £9,000!!! Whereas we raised £0,000 NO grands. Hopped off to meet Marie where I had a passionfruit mojito which was pretty much amazing, then heemed off to vote, so many european candidates! English democrats, BNP, No to democracy, and Christ has risen party to name but a few...not sure what their policies are? seems that their main byline has already happened?
Oh my good gravy there is a student who has become the bane of my LIFE this week. He is SO fucking loud, he's shouting now, he has 2 German friends both of who he has the most unbelievably tense sexually repressed homoerotic relationships. He went off and got loads of piercings and tattoos at the beginning of the year, he is POSH but seems to be under some delusion that he is hard? or intimidating maybe? (he isn't-he's a dick.)
anyway...what else this week... very happy that Mary Queen of Shops is back!watched it propped on pillows with my migrane, eating rhubarb crumble for dinner, is brill! Couldn't f ing believe the stuff that people give to charity...bastards. I love all the old ladies though, so long as no one upsets them then i don't care.
anyway, this blog=log, my eyes are squinty and my nose is running so i will retire and stare out of the window now.
sooo, not much to report all together, just been rolling around in bed sweating and sitting at work with my head in my hands groaning. All together it hasn't been a good week. I had wednesday off but it didn't really do me much good, the worst thing is restless nights, which i have had every night, waking up and not being able to sleep :( I'm worn out really.
Went to Anglia Ruskin yesterday to see my lovely friend Yasuko's work in the exhibition. It was actually really different from our show last year, despite the fact that the entire school of art were exhibiting, it was less busy than ours, and truly, their work was much less varied than our group's, there were three students whose work was identical to the point where it was actually IDENTICAL, I couldn't believe that people weren't constantly going 'uuummmm...' Anyway, they had a flash programme as they had raised £9,000!!! Whereas we raised £0,000 NO grands. Hopped off to meet Marie where I had a passionfruit mojito which was pretty much amazing, then heemed off to vote, so many european candidates! English democrats, BNP, No to democracy, and Christ has risen party to name but a few...not sure what their policies are? seems that their main byline has already happened?
Oh my good gravy there is a student who has become the bane of my LIFE this week. He is SO fucking loud, he's shouting now, he has 2 German friends both of who he has the most unbelievably tense sexually repressed homoerotic relationships. He went off and got loads of piercings and tattoos at the beginning of the year, he is POSH but seems to be under some delusion that he is hard? or intimidating maybe? (he isn't-he's a dick.)
anyway...what else this week... very happy that Mary Queen of Shops is back!watched it propped on pillows with my migrane, eating rhubarb crumble for dinner, is brill! Couldn't f ing believe the stuff that people give to charity...bastards. I love all the old ladies though, so long as no one upsets them then i don't care.
anyway, this blog=log, my eyes are squinty and my nose is running so i will retire and stare out of the window now.
Tuesday, 2 June 2009
crushing pain.
Well, the labour counsellor who I emailed turned up at my house to speak to me on Sunday! I wasn't in but my dad chatted to him and said he seemed pretty much at the end of it all and in moderate despair about everything and was very moved by my email and the issues that I had raised. Pretty good result I think you'll agree?
Still have the acid brainache, absolutely throbbing. I don't know if caffiene will make it worse or better so i resist it for a few hours then give in. I decided to purify myself with water today, but have just given up and taken 2 co-dydramols and a cup of black coffee.
It said on the weather that it could go up to 28 degrees C today, and still there are about 40 students in here playing on their laptops, or just standing, or sitting around. It's beyond comprehension! We literally spent every spare minute in the sun when we were at school. Straight to the rec for a waterfight, or for tennis, outside all lunchtime on the playingfield, staying in would have been torture (like it is now) yet they get asked to stop dicking about and go outside by us and they do everything they can to sneak back in?! NOOOO don't make us go and sit on one of the lovely luscious green parks of Cambridge! DON't! You can't make me sit idly by the river, enjoying the ripple of the water, perhaps having a Marks and Spencer still lemonade(or even one of the anniversary edition old-fashioned drinks such as ginger beer-or if you're Rowey, Dandelion and Burdock), and a cheeky ice cream? No, not me, you can't make me, I want to sit under the air conditioning which is about -10 and tap on my laptop playing a game where a plane flies in space like i have done ALL WINTER and get repeatedly bollocked by two increasingly bad-tempered ladies, making sure that all of the blinds are drawn so that my only light source is fluorescent bulbs.
So that's the sitch.
I found this leaflet in my bike basket yesterday at the train station, it's for for the anti-fascist league, it has some terrifying stuff in it, some quotes from BNP leaders. This one is particulary striking, from Nick Eriksen, BNP London organiser, who once said, quite beautifully, 'some women are like gongs, they need to be struck regularly'. He also said that "Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible physical ordeal...it is like suggesting forcefeeding women chocolate cake is a heinous offence." whaaddaaguy! 'A woman would be more inconvenienced by having her handbag snatched.' Yes, that's another one of his! And after all, he should know! I'm pretty sure no one would ever have had consenting sex with him. This was all on his blog, that day entitled, 'give her a slap'.
He came second in the BNP's list of candidates but even the BNP were forced to fire him as he was withdrawn as a candidate by an independent body, much as they probably resisted.
http://www.uaf.org.uk/ unite against fascism website, have a look.
We watched a pretty good programme last night called 'Feasts' it should be on i player, it was in Japan, the host went to see some local festivals, the penis festival, the baby sumo and the Naked Man festival. We enjoyed the baby sumo, in which babies are dressed up and whichever one cries first wins, it was pretty funny their little headresses were the funniest!
Still have the acid brainache, absolutely throbbing. I don't know if caffiene will make it worse or better so i resist it for a few hours then give in. I decided to purify myself with water today, but have just given up and taken 2 co-dydramols and a cup of black coffee.
It said on the weather that it could go up to 28 degrees C today, and still there are about 40 students in here playing on their laptops, or just standing, or sitting around. It's beyond comprehension! We literally spent every spare minute in the sun when we were at school. Straight to the rec for a waterfight, or for tennis, outside all lunchtime on the playingfield, staying in would have been torture (like it is now) yet they get asked to stop dicking about and go outside by us and they do everything they can to sneak back in?! NOOOO don't make us go and sit on one of the lovely luscious green parks of Cambridge! DON't! You can't make me sit idly by the river, enjoying the ripple of the water, perhaps having a Marks and Spencer still lemonade(or even one of the anniversary edition old-fashioned drinks such as ginger beer-or if you're Rowey, Dandelion and Burdock), and a cheeky ice cream? No, not me, you can't make me, I want to sit under the air conditioning which is about -10 and tap on my laptop playing a game where a plane flies in space like i have done ALL WINTER and get repeatedly bollocked by two increasingly bad-tempered ladies, making sure that all of the blinds are drawn so that my only light source is fluorescent bulbs.
So that's the sitch.
I found this leaflet in my bike basket yesterday at the train station, it's for for the anti-fascist league, it has some terrifying stuff in it, some quotes from BNP leaders. This one is particulary striking, from Nick Eriksen, BNP London organiser, who once said, quite beautifully, 'some women are like gongs, they need to be struck regularly'. He also said that "Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible physical ordeal...it is like suggesting forcefeeding women chocolate cake is a heinous offence." whaaddaaguy! 'A woman would be more inconvenienced by having her handbag snatched.' Yes, that's another one of his! And after all, he should know! I'm pretty sure no one would ever have had consenting sex with him. This was all on his blog, that day entitled, 'give her a slap'.
He came second in the BNP's list of candidates but even the BNP were forced to fire him as he was withdrawn as a candidate by an independent body, much as they probably resisted.
http://www.uaf.org.uk/ unite against fascism website, have a look.
We watched a pretty good programme last night called 'Feasts' it should be on i player, it was in Japan, the host went to see some local festivals, the penis festival, the baby sumo and the Naked Man festival. We enjoyed the baby sumo, in which babies are dressed up and whichever one cries first wins, it was pretty funny their little headresses were the funniest!
In the naked man festival more than 10,000 men get drunk and then chase a man through the town tring to touch his bald head for luck. It led to lots of jokes about Wakefield city centre on a saturday night...
anyway. I'm off. Gonna read some more Bad Science and try to shut out the voice of the 'the girl with the most annoying voice in the world' although I'm pretty sure that no one's ever managed it to date. She's already been home and gotten changed once today, not unusual for her. The headache is INSANE think i may need to go home. I'd really really HATE to die here! That would be typical. All the kids stepping over me to go and have a fag.
Monday, 1 June 2009
fraud-magnet
ÉGLISE CATHOLIQUE EN FRANCE.http://www.cef.fr/Qualification Number: CEF-080-2998-2996Attention:The Église Catholique en France would like to notify you that you have beenelected by the board of trustees as one of the final recipients of a CashGrant/Donation for your own personal, educational, and business development.TheÉglise Catholique en France, established 1977 by the Multi-Million groups andnow supported by the Economic Community for West African States (ECOWAS),UnitedNations Organization (UNO) and the European Union (EU) was conceived with theobjective of human growth, educational, and community development. In conjunction with the ECOWAS, UNO and the EU, we are giving out a yearlydonation of US$850,000.00 (Eight Hundred and Fifty Thousand United StatesDollars Only) each to 100 lucky recipients. These specific Donations/Grantswill be awarded to 100 lucky international recipients worldwide, in differentcategories. Based on the random selection exercise of internet websites and millions ofsupermarket cash invoices worldwide, you were selected amongst the luckyrecipients to receive the award sum of US$850,000.00 as charity donations/aid.(Note that all beneficiaries email addresses were selected randomly from over100,000 internet websites or a shop's cash invoice around your area in whichyou might have purchased something from). You are required to contact the{Executive Secretary} Rev. Peters Garry: via E-mail Address below, foraptitude documentation and processing of your claims. After contacting ouroffice, you will be given your donation pin number, which you will use incollecting the funds. Please endeavor to supply the requested data’s below andquote your Qualification Numbers (CEF-080-2998-2996) in all discussions. Please note that you are to send to this office your identification of proof,either a scan copy of your passport/driving license for identification purpose. Do fill this form below and submit immediately.= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =FULL NAMES: ...................................................CONTACT ADDRESS: ......................................CITY....................................STATE: .............................ZIP CODE: .........................COUNTRY: .......................SEX: .......................DATE OF BIRTH: ....... {MONTH} :..................{YEAR}: ..........MARITAL STATUS: ....................OCCUPATION: ..................................RELIGON: ..........................................PHONE NUMBER: ........................... FAX: ……………………= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =You are required to contact the secretary via E-mail:peters_garry07@live.com Executive Secretary: Rev. Peters Garry Please note that these donations/Grants are strictly administered by the EU,ECOWAS, and UNO. You are by all means hereby advised to keep this wholeinformation confidential until you have been able to collect your donation. Asthere have been many cases of double and unqualified claim, due tobeneficiariesinforming third parties about his/her donation. Finally, all funds should beclaimed by their respective beneficiaries, no later than 15 days afternotification. Failure to do so will mean cancellation of that beneficiary andits donation will then be reserved for next year's recipients. On behalf of the Board kindly, accept our warmest congratulations. Regards,Rev. Santini Benzima.
now that is probably the weirdest one so far...masquerading is a crazy generous vicar?! The Revered Peters Garry?! I have been selected out of everyone in the world cause of using a cash invoice (what is that? Isn't cash payment anonymous? isn't that 'the thing' about it?). I think it's the least tempting offer yet.
i copied his name, santini, into google, and these sites came up: thescambaiter, http://www.fraudwatchers/, http://www.consumerfraudreporting/, antifraudintl. to name but a few...
anyway. i can't write a blog cause i feel AWFUL. my throat has closed up and my head kills and my kidneys are throbbing. not to mention I sliced the top off my big toe which is more annoying than you may think.
fuckingballsbollocks.
now that is probably the weirdest one so far...masquerading is a crazy generous vicar?! The Revered Peters Garry?! I have been selected out of everyone in the world cause of using a cash invoice (what is that? Isn't cash payment anonymous? isn't that 'the thing' about it?). I think it's the least tempting offer yet.
i copied his name, santini, into google, and these sites came up: thescambaiter, http://www.fraudwatchers/, http://www.consumerfraudreporting/, antifraudintl. to name but a few...
anyway. i can't write a blog cause i feel AWFUL. my throat has closed up and my head kills and my kidneys are throbbing. not to mention I sliced the top off my big toe which is more annoying than you may think.
fuckingballsbollocks.
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