Monday, October 25, 2004

Lets replace fox hunting with....

Everyone's talking about chavs at the moment. This kind of pisses me off, because it means that at some point the chavs themselves are going to get wind of it and start changing their ways (although, this is unlikely, as they're all thick as pig shit and won't know what's going on). There might even be an increase in the sale of burberry and sovereign rings as chavs see them in the media and think they're adverts.

Anyway, I suggest you check out the chav section of www.fat-pie.com as there are some great video interviews on there.

Also, I have a suggestion for the government. I don't agree with fox hunting, and it seems that neither does most of the country. But I do admit that maybe it's a bit unfair on the people who make a living out of it...so I suggest replacing fox hunting with 'chav hunting'. We could all dress up in red coats and ride horses through the council estates of Newcastle, Rhyl and Shadwell (etc) shooting any chav we saw. Obviously we couldn't do this all year (we might run out of chavs) so we would need a 'season' - I suggest spring time, as this would mean that there are less chavs around for the summer tourist season. The chavs would get a right of appeal, naturally, but this would have to be lodged before the 'hunting season'. During the hunting season all chavs would be fair game. There might be a problem with chavs wearing disguises during the hunting season, but this could be avoided by simply not mentioning 'chav hunting' in the common media (The Sun, The Star, ITV for example). There may be a problem of some of them carrying weapons (flick knives, knuckle dusters etc) but this would only add to the excitement of the hunt.

Any money raised from the event (BBC television rights, advertising etc) could then be ploughed back into the worst affected areas "to give something back". The money could be spent on building better roads (also improves access for next years hunt) and building more 'green spaces' (nicer for the hunters horses) and improving the transport infrastructure (more buses = more bus shelters!).

Just think of the amount of money it would save the economy in terms of reduced benefit payments, lower NHS costs and vastly reduced GP waiting lists (the reason doctors sometimes miss-diagnose things is because so many chavs go to the doctors for no bloody reason. "Kylie's cryin, I fink it's meningitis").

Saturday, October 23, 2004

Oldest joke in the book....

If you work in an office, you're bound to get a lot of shit coming through into your e-mail in box. Some will be chain letters from stupid people who think that sending it out to ten people will give them luck or help some starving orphans...but some are actually quite funny. Below is a link to yahoo's "office attachment" pages, which have some of the best things you find in your e-mails.

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/promo/office/index.html

Thursday, October 14, 2004

Onwards and Upwards...

I've just quit my job! whey! well. Yes, I'm glad I'm no longer working in that job as it was getting boring and they were moving offices to somewhere out in the sticks. But now...well, I've got to find another job haven't I!

I started this blog 5 months ago when I was unemployed..I was bored and had no money to do anything. Now, I've got the same thing to look forward to. A few days off won't be too bad I suppose, but any more than that and I'll go mad with boredom!

Anyway, had my leaving dooo yesterday, bit hungover today (although don't feel as bad as I did after the last leaving 'party'!!!)

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Whey....

Finally got myself a new digital camera after too bloody long without one. Spent more money than I wanted to on it, but I just couldn't resist it - Tottenham Court Road has that effect on me!

Anyway, why am I telling you this? Well, it means that I can now start posting rubbish pictures on here again!

For now...here is a few of the first pictures I've taken (interesting arn't they?)




First: The one and only Mikey B making a speedy exit (picking his nose!)
Second: The Oporto...Our local pub. It's shit. We don't go there. Well, I don't go there. My flatmates go there to watch football with their working class chums. (Put it this way...there is no sign on the door of this pub saying "No football colours").

...And the remains of Friday's kebab (Not mine, I'm a vegetarian at the moment [little experiment]...I had a veggie burger!)