'dem bones

ok i need to talk about something, smoething which has gone unmentioned for too long but which has distracted me for a year in that way that things do when you notice them with that part of your brain that doesn't simultaneously register them?
You know like when you watch an advert, you might have seen it 100 times but only on the 101st time will you actually watch it and realise what it's for/about, then it takes on a new meaning?
well this problem of mine is CHICKEN BONES.
I am constantly distracted by chicken bones.
There are chicken bones EVERYWHERE. Has anyone else noticed this?
I have been absorbing the fact that their are chicken bones everywhere for so long that I don't know how long it is. Only recently when I was in a slightly differening state from usual-can't remember if i was very tired or a bit hungover or spaced out from weird medicine- but I caught sight of a chicken bone on the floor on the corner of the road near my house, and for the first time i thought to myself 'yuck, a BONE. why am i not more disgusted? oh yes, it's because i see them everywhere.'
and now when i see chicken bones i actually see them and think 'rank'.

Now is this weird? that i find the haphazard presence of BONES casually tossed aside throughout town so totally and utterly vile?
There's something so unsettling and revolting about it that it's starting to really creep me out. The fact that I am walking around, with the general publicc, in society, ina a 'civilized' society and at any given moment I may slip on a BONE, on a rotting bit of carcas, with human teeth marks dragged through the remnants of old flesh?! This isn't something that I signed up for when I decided to live in the world rather than outside it feral, this activity of stripping the animal meat from bones and then flinging them over your shoulder seems remarkably out of place, in fact, in the world of packaged, consumerist meat that we live in, and frankly you can't have your fucking battery chicken and eat it too is what i say!

Either rush into the countryside and throttle a chicken, strip it(s feathers) and eat it, thus reducing all the terrible mass farming and transportation and pretence about meat that is ruining the world, THEN fling the bones over your shoulder with satisfaction at a job well done, OR meekly eat your disgusting water-injected battery-farmed Vietnamese chicken from 'yankee fried chick balls' or wherever you favour, put them neatly back into their oily box(which are also quite widely scattered but remain less offensive) and place then in a waste recepticle thus sparing me the act of tiptoeing around your old sucked bones, you have FOREFITTED the right to growl like a caveman and litter the streets with them!

There's just something so symbolic of the whole world not giving a shit about anything anymore about the bones of a small animal with varying amounts of flesh knawed from them, dropped in the street.
Then again, you may not see it like this. I appreciate that I am prone to the dramatic (although believe me, i genuinely don't think i am being dramatic)!

On a chicken bone-aside, there's an episode of 'snog, marry, avoid' with a gothy boy who buys fried chicken every day, eats it, then boils the bones to make into jewelry.
This is more offensive to me. It's so embarrassing!
You know how you look back at things you did and wore when you were younger and you're all embarrassed? imagine that poor bastard?! he was on TELLY defending it too!


Went to a talk at the Hepworth last night, the new art gallery in Wakey, like the wakey version of the Tate, was good, although uncomfortably hot, and there was some debate at the end whether it's a good or bad thing to build a fuck-off huge gallery in quite a deprived area, especially one where there are amazing old mill buildings and stuff, one woman in particular was quite angry about it. I think it's a shame that people can't listen without reacting so suddenly and I felt uncomfortable that the room was 'ganging up' on this woman, she wasn't making her point well, and was certainly talking slightly too aggressively, however, when the reaction is quite childish it simply makes the listeners look like they won't hear anything negative or critical which is mega lame.
It's sad that they can't utilise the old buildings, they are very beautiful, however to go over the top about the good old days is very dangerous, and it's important to remember that they weren't good for everyone, and the things that were worse were probably MUCH worse so it's important to think about how thigs will benefit people living in wakey NOW people who need the money to come in here NOW, and i hope the hepworth will bring some of that, however sad it is that it takes that to make people care about wakey, sometimes it just is. Also, it's all very well harping on about wakey's untouched charm but would i walk around the canal area alone in the evening? no is the answer to that, so of course it would be good if it became an area that was more used in a positive way, and the hepworth should bring that if nothing else.

SO, that's me crew.
have a sweet weekend, i intend to.
mmwwwwaaaahh!(that's mwah like a kiss not mwah like mwaaahh hahaha, actually, i like the second one more, make it that one.)