Monday, 29 August 2011
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
So...
Relationships. Huh.
There are so many different ways to define this concept. No strings attached, friends with benefits, exclusive, open relationship, one night stand, married, single, complicated, divorced, separated...
Excuse my French, but for f**ks sake! Yes, we are a different species, men and women, but my god! I mean, we are - at the end of the day - human, and we have similar emotions. It is time to forget the sex and lust and focus on what makes us and what makes you and see what there is in common. Why is it that if I talk to a man in a bar, they immediately think they are "going back to mine"... please! Is it impossible to believe that some women actually have self respect? Haha, I sound like such a feminist, but to be honest, it happens the other way around - girls who dress up in next to nothing and cakes make up on, extends their eyes, hair, boobs... you're not objects! You're people with something else to you than how good you look.
Please, just let people see what you're about, instead of having silent sex in a dark alleyway with a complete stranger who looks good after a rum & coke.
Rant over.
There are so many different ways to define this concept. No strings attached, friends with benefits, exclusive, open relationship, one night stand, married, single, complicated, divorced, separated...
Excuse my French, but for f**ks sake! Yes, we are a different species, men and women, but my god! I mean, we are - at the end of the day - human, and we have similar emotions. It is time to forget the sex and lust and focus on what makes us and what makes you and see what there is in common. Why is it that if I talk to a man in a bar, they immediately think they are "going back to mine"... please! Is it impossible to believe that some women actually have self respect? Haha, I sound like such a feminist, but to be honest, it happens the other way around - girls who dress up in next to nothing and cakes make up on, extends their eyes, hair, boobs... you're not objects! You're people with something else to you than how good you look.
Please, just let people see what you're about, instead of having silent sex in a dark alleyway with a complete stranger who looks good after a rum & coke.
Rant over.
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Riot! Riot!
This isn't funny any more. Not only has the rioting spread in London, it has also reached places like Birmingham, Leeds and BRISTOL! Where I LIVE! In fact, this burning car you see below was pictured about 100 yards from my front door. Bristol has always been prone to protest for protesting sake, and it's a little uneasy to think that I live in a city so easily manipulated into violence. I was sat in a cafe earlier and every few minutes a siren screamed past.
Basically here my message to all you "rioters" ... you're not big, you're not clever, you're violent and stupid and stop burning stuff that isn't yours.
Basically here my message to all you "rioters" ... you're not big, you're not clever, you're violent and stupid and stop burning stuff that isn't yours.
Toilet graffiti - dribble or inspiring?
Toilet graffiti - boring, pointless and uninspiring?
I have always believed that people are taking far too long on the toilet if they have the time to find a pen and write how much they love their mum/boyfriends penis/life. However, after visiting the toilets in the local pub, I have realised I have been wrongly accusing these people of being uninspiring. On the walls were messages like "Love Life", "You are beautiful - always remember that" and (my personal favourite) "Deviens qui tu est" which I immediately looked up on Google translate to mean "Become who you are."
Toilet graffiti is no longer meaningless dribble on walls. Some of it has passion and meaning, and occasionally makes quite good reading material when doing your thing. Toilet Graffiti - I applaud you.
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Anyone see this news story this morning? Tottenham violence over someone being fatally shot by police. At first glance, I thought this was from a film - the dramatic explosion, the colours, the size of building... all adds up to something that has been staged, controlled and safe.
Because of this, it hasn't really struck me that this was a real photograph. I wonder how many of the violent protesters worried about who may be inside that building, or how much this would cost someone.
It continues to amaze me how much we take life for granted and how the same species of being can think so differently about the values of life.
Because of this, it hasn't really struck me that this was a real photograph. I wonder how many of the violent protesters worried about who may be inside that building, or how much this would cost someone.
It continues to amaze me how much we take life for granted and how the same species of being can think so differently about the values of life.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)





