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Wednesday 30 November 2011

Homelessness or Pure Ignorance? You decide. Jeremy Clarkson Chronicles feature also.

"BIG ISSUE?"
"COULD YOU SPARE ANY CHANGE?"
"DONATE. DOSH. WONGA. READIES. CASH. THE GREEN OF YOUR MONEY"


The very whittled down versions of terminology that makes the human brain panic and either veer its outer self to one side, or decline the offer and any acknowledgement by these workers.


Here is a small story, on the way back this evening from some birthday drinks for a friend. I was approached by a rather well built man from the Caribbean, timid as a mouse and apologised to my company before asking if I could help him. I have never met someone so genuine. I have never seen a grown man cry like I did this evening, and I found somewhat distressing. I hope that he used the money that was given to him to get himself a warm coffee and hopefully get his head on track. 


Many people state that giving to the Homeless is pointless, that all they are interested in is spending it on the coldest, hardest trip that our hard earned cash can buy. Such a shame that a few rotten eggs have ruined the perception of millions nationwide. There are truly people who require our help and I think it's our duty to help out if we can spare it. We all manage to fund Children in Need without fail once a year, even though I believe not all that money is reaching the correct places.

Interesting to note why though? Because we get something out of it? A Television Bonanza of celebrities making a total mockery of themselves for a little cash. Is the notion of passing some cash onto someone who truly needs it not enough for us?
Interesting to note. I'd love some feedback. Please.


On another notes. Jeremy Clarkson.


Nobody cares anymore Jeremy, we can blatantly see that you are pushing the boundaries of your "apparent comedy", but this off the cuff gaff that you're trying to showcase through a car show is just pure pathetic. 
You've pretty much insulted everybody on the face of the earth now other than the typical middle-class white man. Here's your shovel Jez.
Happy Digging.


Cheers then.

Friday 25 November 2011

Have I Got News For You? Probably not, the News is just Nonsense.

RAPE. MURDER. WAR. SENTENCING. DEATH. POVERTY. MONEY. GREED.
The key words of the modern news website/reporting.

I challenge you to find a news website or article these days that doesn't cover one of these topics or not even mention one of these key words.
Makes me want to project vomit over everything.
BBC, ITV, SKY and all you bad-ass Media Platforms out there -

I invite you to construct a decent News Format where you are not JUST filling our heads with all this unsavoury propaganda, but you are also following some of the good stories in life about Real People.

and I'm not talking actors informing us of their movie-scripted life in which "Grandmother Teresa died and thats why I want to be who I want to be" X-Factor heart-throb edits (VOMIT)

I'm talking non-sensationalistic news about real people doing real good things with their lives.
THERE ARE PLENTY. GET THEM EYES OPEN. You closed-minded wizards.

Cheers then.

Tuesday 15 November 2011

The "Liontied Kingdom"

I have been thinking alot about Disney's greatest addition to the Film Industry recently - The Lion King.
I watched it on the weekend and it's really got me thinking about things.


Such as the thought and concept of adapting it to our modern day society.


Because let's face it the Lions that should be the Lions of this country are actually the Elephants, and as the Elephants they bow to Lions that should never of been Lions in the first place.


Lions that are only Lions because they have earned alot of money.


I mean let's face it, if you're a gazelle with a lot of money. You're a wealthy gazelle, you can't just become a Lion and change everything about you and who you were just because of your wealth. That is a scientific impossibility. You normally find that the Wealthy Gazelle's show their true embodiments sometimes as Weasels anyway.


As you can see, I have watched and thought about the Lion King too much.


But you sit and think about it. The elephants and the lions sit around saying Hakuna Matatta whilst the kingdom falls apart.


Cheers then.

Saturday 12 November 2011

A Phone Call with Morrissey in Bristol.

A little poetry that I wrote whilst under the influence of my good ol' friend - Dark Rum

A Phone Call with Morrissey in Bristol.


"Take Me Out Tonight?" yells Morrissey to me down the phone.
I know he doesn't care for where we go, but I also have no place to go.
Do I attempt the "Go Folk Yourself" event at Start the Bus?
Or an evening embracing Propaganda at Syndicate?
I try to think of ideas as I sit on a hillside fixing the puncture on a bicycle so desolate.

I'd received the puncture waiting outside the Cemetery Gates
For Keats or Yates, and neither did show.
Bigmouth Strikes Again when I tell him that I have no idea where to go.
I've claimed that I'm Still Ill and that I would rather spend the evening in bed.
"I don't wish you an Unhappy Birthday, Mozza! Godspeed to you!"
From this phone call I fled, wheeling my bicycle around the fountain.

Hopefully I didn't offend him too much.


Thankyou

Friday 11 November 2011

Full Circle - UWE Media Futures Documentary

A documentary.
Our first piece of work.
That I was so privileged to be in the crew of.


David Thomas - The Balding Welsh Man.
Listen to his dreams, aspirations and then finally his realities.


Four minutes of goodness.


Enjoy.


Click Here for Full Circle

The Eleventh.



A Sceptic's Point of View.


DIARY ENTRY with a Hint of Metaphorical Poetry. Oof you Lucky Lot!


Quite neat when you think about it really.
"A Foley artists dream" one said on the Social Networks this morning.


11/11/11 at 11:11 and 11 seconds.


I guess people were expecting another meteorite to hit today. 
The irony of the world ending on a day that we commemorate the life of the millions that lost theirs for our freedom, is just too much for me to bear.


I'm not a fan of war, if I'm honest. But let's face it - Society 80 plus years ago was certainly a lot different. Families had modernist values, and men being the "alpha" specimen were all too ready to get out there and kill another man. This may be a poor judgement call but I can't get to grips with that.


People should be remembered however - for the fact that they died for our freedom. I am not highly big on the Nazi Manifesto if I'm totally honest. So I am glad what was fought for was won. 


But the propaganda that existed back in the mid-1940's as a walking advertisement to get Men to enlist themselves to "FIGHT FOR YOUR COUNTRY" (a phrase that is so overused it makes me want to throw up)  exists today, on a grander scale. 


It is sat in every household with the families watching television, in any newspaper or magazine that is sat on the shelf in the local big-name branded supermarket, with it's eldest son - Prejudice.


They walk around together. Watching each others backs, like a real father/son relationship. The irony of that is of course however, they make it to the Jeremy Kyle set every morning at around half past eight for Jam and Crumpets in the Green Room, before the show goes live at Nine-Twenty-Five. 


Many say they are the shamans of the world - this telekinetic father/son relationship. Just one touch of either and it is embedded with you for your entire life.


On that note. TRUST YOUR COUNTRY. THEY WILL LOOK AFTER YOU. WE PROMISE.


Happy Armistice!

Tuesday 8 November 2011

The Hand of Rose.

Just something I conjured up this evening in around Half an Hour.
This poem belongs to me.


The Hand of Rose


Rose. Oh Rose. 
Why do you never wish to hold my hand?
But whenever,
You see Heather. You want to hold his?


On what counts is my hand held responsible for?
The many gripping and ripping of weeds?
Why, why is it me that you scorn?
Is this my sentence for what I have done?
The embodiment of me torn with your thorns.


Rose, oh darling Rose.
Will you ever hold my hand?
And if ever you do, will you enjoy it?


Thankyou.

Monday 7 November 2011

A good days work I feel.

First blog. This is what I pretty much did with my day.


Character Profile
Derek the Plumber with his accomplice Ronnie the Radiator fight crime as they roam the streets of Peckham in the 1940’s. Ronnie is a transformable radiator and can transfer from being wall-attached to being portable.
Derek the Plumber would be lost without Ronnie the Radiator and vice versa.
Derek lives in a world of Crime and Poverty in the mid 1980’s, the fact there is no belief or religion and religion ceases to exist has made the 10 commandments (DARWINISM) (it never happened) non-existent means that no laws could of been derived from these scriptures or testimonials.
It is a free-for-all and anyone can do anything.
However Derek the Plumber and Ronnie the Radiator are singled out of the world mass as wanting to escape this recklessness.


Outcome of the Story
Hero’s Journey that doesn’t have a happy ending. Derek fought for more than 50 years for the rights and laws for all man. But after recruiting a sheer minority. He dies of old age and the world continues to rampage onward.


The extract:
Derek is running towards the city centre, as fast as he can.
A little child has been stolen from the shopping centre and only Derek and Ronnie the Radiator can save the day.
They see the perpetrator with the child in question and proceed to tackle the crime
“Hurry Ronnie, we’re losing heat.” Derek yells the Ronnie the Radiator that is trailing behind.
The chase continues as they follow the kidnapper up a long and winding path, engaging in the battle of throwing plungers and monkey wrenches. There’s a broken bridge at the summit of this winding road and the young child is in grave danger.
“So, we meet again Derek the Plumber.” in an eerily annoying voice, we recognize that it is Derek’s nemesis - Jacob the Taxman.
“Jacob the Taxman, I should’ve guessed.” says Derek. Ronnie the Radiator makes the first move toward the Taxman.
“ONE MORE move from that stupid Radiator and the girl gets it” violently screams Jacob the Taxman.
“Where is the money you owe me, for this business period?” Jacob the Taxman angrily asks.
“I’m pretty sure my accountant has dealt this matter with you, Jacob - just let the girl go”
replies Derek.
The poor girl is near death and the conversation continues late into the night over the discussion of Premium Bonds, risky financial business and the safe return of Derek’s forms to avoid repossession of his assets.
DIG DEEP!