Puts in all in perspective really

I’m lying in bed watching a documentary about the earthquake and tsunami in Japan 5 years ago and it’s being shown using amateur videos shot by people caught up in the events. It makes for pretty harrowing watching. 

I often hear people say they can remember where they were when Michael Jackson died or when something big happened and I never had that. But I remember exactly where I was when I heard about the earthquake. I was in London, on a school trip with the law department and we had just walked into the Houses of Parliament. There were a couple of televisions in the wall and all 40 students stopped and watched the pictures on the news. 

I can remember the exact pictures too. One was a video of a huge ship being pushed under a bridge. The other was a video of a big open floodplain, and seeing the water rush through this valley. 

I can remember how disturbed we all were at the time and the first thing we did in our room the following morning was wake up and put the TV on to find out what was happening. 

Now, watching the images again, it puts everything into perspective. We, myself included, take far too much for granted. We’re lucky that we don’t have these kind of events in the UK. Sure we have floods or high winds but nothing on this scale. We might have a few deaths during one severe storm with flooding but in Japan approximately 16,000 people died in 24 hours. Whole towns were wiped out and even the refuge building designated for providing shelter in such situations were torn apart. I just watched one bit now where a school gym was used as a shelter point and had been for 50 years. This time the water was too high and 70 people died in the building they were supposed to be safe in. 

I could go on for hours. I would like to think I’ve stopped taking things for granted but I will be reminding myself every day that actually, we have it pretty fucking good in this country. 

Am I an idiot?

Just to confirm, that is a rhetorical question. I don’t need confirmation thank you very much.

But anyway… for some weird reason I have had the sudden urge to write a research paper. Now, I didn’t go to University. Nor did I spend much time at school. I hated exams and writing and reading books and generally the whole “book-based learning” wound me up no end.

So the concept of me suddenly wanting to learn stuff and even write a paper on it surprises me massively. I think I have a few topics too:

  • Anxiety and Depression in teenagers at school
  • Anxiety and Depression in business owners (small businesses, CEOs, etc)
  • How does the human brain store and retrieve memories?
  • In what ways do video games affect children?
  • Is there too much pressure on young people to go to University?

I’d happily write about any of those but I’ve no idea where to start.

Has anyone written a paper about something completely new when it hasn’t been for university or college? How’d it go?

It’s been a while

So… how long has it been? I’ve no idea. I could look at when the last post was published but honestly, I can’t be arsed.

Today I’m in one of those moods where literally everything annoys you. I’ve barely done any work today so I just took myself off for a walk up the hill. My luck blessed me again when it started snowing. Despite me leaving the house with clear blue skies. But hey ho.


Why is everyone so open about it?

Once upon a time, sex was a taboo subject. Nobody talked about it and it certainly wasn’t in the public eye in magazines or TV shows and yet you can’t watch a programme these days without there being at least one innuendo or suggestive pose. I hate it.

I was watching a programme a few weeks ago that had absolutely nothing to do with the subject, it’s basically a soap opera about a hospital, and there was a scene with two actors that lasted approximately 20 seconds in which they spoke about what underwear they were wearing. Why?! It had absolutely no bearing on the story whatsoever. It didn’t change the course of the programme. You didn’t see them walk off into the distance at the end of the show, it was never mentioned again. But for some reason the writers/producers/directors/whoever decided it would be good to have add that pointless conversation to the programme.

I may be a 21 year old male but I’m not old enough to be watching programmes with those sorts of conversations whilst my parents are sitting right next to me. Some of us genuinely don’t want to hear about the supposedly sordid sex lives of fictional characters, especially not when it has no impact on the storyline!

I’m not daft however. I know they put sly comments in to keep people watching and get people talking but I don’t see why they have to.

After writing that I wanted to post some funny related picture that summed up how annoyed I get but instead I found this… Enjoy.


But whyyyyyyyy?

It’s a relatively long story but please try and read it all…

It turns out I can’t buy a friend a gift without other people thinking we’re in love. I’m male, she’s female. We get on well, we have a laugh, we’ve talked about literally everything and helped each other through darker times. Neither of us are “in love” with the other, we just get along very well.

A few weeks ago I was reading a book full of ideas and things to do that will make you feel better about yourself. One tip was to buy your friends a gift. Not for any occasion but just a gift that fits with how you view them. Another idea was to write them a letter but I never got round to writing anything so I started looking at little presents I could get a couple of my closest friends.

There’s a little backstory to this… Last year the friend mentioned above and I were out shopping and she wanted to buy a new mug for her new job but the queue at the checkouts was really long. I offered to buy the mug for her as I was queuing to buy a few other things myself. When we got back to work everyone in the office assumed I had bought her this mug (a mug with loads of red love hearts on it) and didn’t think she’d chosen it herself.

Anyway she messaged me the other day and said she’d chipped that mug and, jokingly, asked if I’d buy her a new one. We laughed about it and we moved on but I secretly ordered her a new mug to be delivered straight to her office. Now, over the last year or so the other people in the office have become more and more convinced that we’re seeing each other because of how we act together. We’re not. So today the mug arrives in the office and because I work in Scotland (office is in England) my friend had to take the brunt of the abuse from the other workers.

My point is this… If I was a female and had bought a mug with love hearts on for a female friend, nobody would have batted an eyelid. Because I’m a male buying a mug with love hearts on for a female friend, they all think I love her. When I say there’s abuse from co-workers I mean it’s all light-hearted and it’s all joking. But it’s just the concept that todays society doesn’t allow a male and a female to just be friends. I spoke to a male friend about her and the first thing he asked was were we together? He couldn’t understand the idea that we were so close but not in a relationship.

I’ve never been great talking about relationships in front of people. I’ve had girlfriends and I have been romantic but if other people are nearby I go quiet and don’t talk about anything. So when I do go down to the office in England to see them and they start referring to the two of us having a relationship and me buying her gifts, I get embarrassed and go red which only makes things worse and I hate it. I even came up with a conversation scenario that I could use if they ever ask me straight if I would ever go out with her. It goes something like this:

“Would you ever go out with [insert name here]?”

“I doubt it. I’m gay.”

It’s at this point I would watch their faces closely as they recoil in horror at how wrong they had got everything, as they panic trying to backtrack through all of the sarky remarks they’ve made.


“No. But you didn’t know that did you? You assumed that I was straight and that because I’m male I would naturally be looking for a relationship with her. ”

Okay that’s a pretty shit scenario. As usual it sounds a lot better in my head but I just hate the idea that a male and female can’t just be friends these days. And just to clarify I’m not actually gay. I’m bi. But to get the most out of that scenario I would tell them I was gay for maximum effect!

I hate ’em

Things like this really get on my tits. You know the posts and memes about how if someone doesn’t text back within a nanosecond it means they hate you and don’t want to be with you? It’s bollocks. 

I’m working 18 hour days earning a living. I don’t have time to reply to your stupid texts that ask probably equally stupid questions. 

I don’t understand where this concept of replying immediately came from but it’s bloody ridiculous. Can you imagine taking mobile phones, computers, Internet away from people these days? Imagine asking them to wait a fortnight for a hand written letter to arrive. Then maybe they’ll appreciate people having fucking lives to lead!!

Too much?

Yesterday I did a 70 mile round trip to Inverness to play snooker for a few hours. This morning I want to do it again. 

Is it too much to do it two days in a row? I mean, snooker is awesome and it gives me an afternoon away from everyone to enjoy being shit at snooker but I kinda should be working. I’m self employed though so it doesn’t really harm anyone. 

Yeah let’s go. 

I’m preparing my argument 

I drove over to Inverness today for a day out and on the way home I getting tired and there were loads of slow people on the road and my patience was getting thinner and thinner. 

Anyway at one point we got stuck behind a truck. We got to a long straight bit and of course there’s a police speed camera van half way down. The truck slows down to 40 (his limit) and so, because the road is totally clear I pull out and overtake. I didn’t go over my speed limit (60) but I overtook right where the camera van was sitting. 

I’m now expecting a letter in the post about dangerous driving or some shit so I’m preparing my argument for when it happens. The road was perfectly clear, it’s a long enough bit that I have time to react to something coming the other way and I didn’t go over the speed limit. 

No further questions, your honour. 

Sad times

It’s sad that we’ve got to a stage in civilisation where you can’t offer somebody something for free without them thinking there’s a catch.

I’m a web designer. I designed a website over the weekend for a friends (or what I thought was a friends) new business, and got everything set up and working. I messaged them this afternoon to explain what I had done and that I wanted to give them the website so they at least had somewhere online people could go and see all of their products and stuff.

I don’t think they really understood what I was doing as this person kept saying “what’s the catch?”. Genuinely, there was no catch. I saw they had just started a new facebook page and were asking people to share the page to increase their following and I thought it would be a nice thing to do to get them a really simple website developed.

It’s sad that we can’t give things out for free anymore. Everyone thinks there’s a catch and that they’ll be screwed over at some point, and no amount of promises will make them believe you.

I’m talking myself into a bad mood again.

Au revoir!

I don’t drink but my god I could do with getting smashed. 

It’s not a conscious choice but having no friends probably has something to do with me not drinking. I’ll have the odd cider now and again like Christmas or birthdays but I’m not one for over drinking. 

I went out with friends for a joint 18th booze up (mine and someone else’s) 3 years ago and drank so much it took me 45 minutes to walk the normal 15 minute journey home afterwards. I then had to stay in bed for a whole day to recover. 

This week started off really well, lots of energy and I felt rejuvenated and ready to take on the world but tonight I’m just so down in the dumps I would quite happily go out and get smashed. Nothing has happened to make me feel like this although for some reason I’m feeling especially lonely these last few days. Not that there’s nobody around but that there’s no love in my life – I know, boo hoo. 

I joined tinder. Hahahaha. Fucking ridiculous concept that is! I’m not the kind of person who goes for looks as a priority, nor am I someone who goes looking for sex on a first date. So maybe tinder isn’t the best place to be looking. 

So… Alcohol. Is there anyone else who doesn’t normally drink but gets nights where they want to go out and get rat-arsed?

Rat-arsed. I love that phrase.