Thursday, 18 April 2013

and still it goes on

Any of you readers who've been with me for a while might remember that I am not Facebooks biggest fan, or at least not of the moronic variety of users it seem to attract in droves.

Of course there have been times in the past when I have used them to write posts for your amusement but since I deleted my account for a while, then deleted them when I re-instated it, I no longer have to witness the endless drivel from Thick Bird and her kind.

FYI she knows I'm back on it and has sent me a few friend requests when she's seen me on our mutual friends page. I know I could block her but it's much more satisfying not to - and have her wondering why I don't accept.

So anyway, now I just use it for the people I want to stalk keep in touch with, and have no need to log in and see things in my news feed that make me want to punch and/or delete people.

That is until today when I saw this :

You're fucking kidding me ?
You actually made a Facebook event out of your mothers funeral ?

Surely if there is only one occasion you should invite people to in person it's a funeral, but even then it's not really the done thing to "invite" anyone, aren't you just supposed to make an announcement ?

Sadly in the last few months a couple of people I know (although not that well) have passed away, in both instances details of the funeral were posted on their pages, but it was just that - a post - letting people know when. And both of these guys were well known people who were an integral part of the local music scene, so there were a lot of people wanting to attend who the respective families would not have known to personally invite.

So I'm left wondering a few things about this :

Where is my invite ? Since it is actually set as a "public" event.
If I get one should I RSVP in person or on the event page ?
Or as it's public can I - or just anyone - turn up ?
Or will there be tickets ? Or is it free entry ?
Is there a dress code ?
Or a free bar ?
Or a bar at all ?

Please tell me it's not just me who finds this all kinds of wrong.

Some things are meant to be private aren't they ? And the death of a loved one must surely fall into that category. One of the good things about Facebook is the way it lets you keep in touch with people, it's the main reason I'm still there, for those friends and family I otherwise might not speak to for months, but there is such a thing as a private message.
Or at least make your "event" private.
When my Mum died I received so many PRIVATE messages offering support, four years on I've still kept some of them, but I would not of welcomed anything about such a very personal issue posted where anyone could see it, especially now that the privacy options seem to have become rather slack.

Some people really should not be allowed to use the internet.

On a lighter note, imagine if a cat was to breed with a bat . . .

Cute ?
But what if a bat was to breed with a panda . . .

Apparently that is a previously unknown breed of bat recently discovered in the Sudan. I love bats, one of the places I've lived in had some in the loft and I used to really like listening to them at night.
A lot of people tell me that would freak them right out.
So I guess that makes me a bit odd.

Who knew ?

Monday, 15 April 2013

sometimes you just gotta dive in. . .

. . . even if you really don't know where you're heading.

I have now got a grand total of five posts that I have started and run out of steam with.

But - here's the thing  - I really do want to start writing here again on a regular basis, I guess I just need to get back in the habit.
Like just doing what I used to do, moan about stuff that pisses me off and write about things that happen in the course of my lazy extremely busy life.

(And do far too much of that stupid ironic clever ridiculous thing where you write something then cross it out in the vague hope that because other people find it funny).

So. . .

I finished work early today and went into the town centre to run a few errands, then decided I deserved a treat from Burger King. As I'm sat there stuffing my face I can see a homeless man sat in a doorway opposite. He just looked so dejected, he had his head down most of the time, like he'd given up even trying to beg.
After I'd finished my food I bought a takeaway and a coffee and went and gave it to him.
As the guy looked up and smiled at me he actually looked like he might cry.

I didn't do it for the karma, I did it because I figured he would be hungry, it was cold, and he looked like he needed someone to at least SEE him.

But. . .

I walked on a bit further, but I had a few shopping bags that were getting awkward to carry so I stopped to sort them out. Whilst I'm doing this a couple walked past me, having come from the direction where the homeless guy was sat.
As they passed me I heard the fella say . . . "sat there begging but he can afford a Burger King".


I nearly said something.
But I didn't.
Even homeless people got to eat. But I suppose he's probably one of those twats who think the only reason people beg is to buy heroin and vodka.

Also, I am getting very pissed off at all the fiasco over Maggie Thatcher.
Mostly the cost of the funeral, at the same time as various benefit cuts are being introduced. This country is going down the financial pan pretty fucking past. I know there are other countries far worse off then us, but it seems to me that the priorities are wrong here.

Last week I watched an article on the news about the benefit cuts, there was an interview with a single mother who was crying because she was worried about becoming homeless. She said she couldn't even afford to take her son swimming.
Then five minutes later on the same programme they announce that the queen is to be given extra money from the civil list (ie tax payers money) to cover the cost of her "royal duties". How does someone who is among the worlds richest people and who owns several very large houses get to be entitled to more of our hard earned taxes when some of her "subjects" are living in cardboard boxes ? Or in fear that they might end up doing that ?

And just what exactly are those "royal duties". Holidays to far flung places to shake hands with dictators, terrorists and despots no doubt.

I don't like paying tax. It hurts when I look at my wage slip and see what I actually earnt compared to what I actually get in the bank. But there was a time when I was a single mother with a young child and I am very fucking grateful that I live in a county where our rent was taken care of and where healthcare is free. And I know that other peoples taxes paid for that so I can't really complain too loudly if mine are now doing that for someone else.

However I do object to funding Liz's lifestyle.
Or Maggies funeral.

Guess this means I'm well and truly back :)

Thursday, 4 April 2013

blogging to the (wank) bank

First, a quick thanks to all of you who commented on the last post, I will be back properly soon - working on a couple of posts already.

(Yeah, still like to fail at doing do four things at once)

But I need to write this post in the meantime.

Logged in to reply to the comments and decided to check my stats, saw a lot of referrals from the same URL so went for a look and it's a blogger blog but trying to drum up business for a scam.

What concerns me is that it has a gadget with four other blogs, including this one, under the heading "Other Blogs I Like".
So, in case you are reading this having come from there I would like to say that I am in NO way connected to that blog or it's author, they are obviously using that gadget to try and make the (crappy, basic template, one post) blog appear credible, and bad luck for me that they have obviously stumbled across mine and decided to use it.

Of course good news for me if it brings a few genuine readers over and tough shit for their stupid plan when you read the next bit . . .

I did some research.

As I said, it's a scam, run by a fairly notorious individual by the name of Rob Benwell.
Here are some links which a) show that this person and his dastardly plan have been around a good few years and b) he's a professional alright - at scamming.

Incidentally I also found a few "positive" reviews, but it's quite apparent from their tone that they are also as fake as he is.

Be safe people.

And anyway if anyone should be a blogging millionaire it's me and I'm into my overdraft already and I only got paid four days ago. . . .

Monday, 1 April 2013

if I could just butt in for a moment.....

....lately I've been thinking that it's really time I did something about this blog.

Put it to bed forever, remove all the external links and write a final post.
Just in case people stumble across it and decide to follow hoping for new flashes of the brilliance they find here, I'd be pretty annoyed if I decided to look it up in 10 years time to find I had 873 followers.

Or I should actually start writing again on a reasonably regular basis, although I could still end this one and just start another.

Well clearly since here I am and this is not me saying farewell and thanks for all the fish I decided that I would go with the second option and make the effort.

So I logged into blogger for the first time in ages and what do I see ??

A dashboard full of posts about that fucking A-Z challenge.

This is how I felt about that last year (which was probably the last time I was here) but I've not changed my mind and am therefore going back into blog hibernation until it is safe to come back.

I'll be seeing you.....................