British Conservatives


Sigh United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, fucking sigh!

Here in the UK we now have a British Conservative government having to rely on an Irish political party that’s not only populated by nut jobs, climate change deniers, creationists, anti-abortionists, but also by people who have in the past, and perhaps in the present, colluded with terrorists.

Jeremy Corbyn, leader of the Labour Party, has been victimised by the Conservatives, by the British media for having sympathy for terrorist groups but now my own British government is in bed, so to speak, with terrorists. Oh, the irony!

Not the least bit surprising the British press, the papers that support the Conservatives, is very quiet about the present government colluding with terrorists and terrorist sympathisers. I think that the British media, and Conservative supporters, just hope all the terrorist links are ignored, after all ignorance is bliss in the same way silence is golden, but with the hate piled onto Jeremy Corbyn due to his (fictional) links to terrorists the Conservative government shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it.

Not now.

Not ever.


The UK General Election


On the left hand side of the above photo is British Prime Minister, for now, Theresa May and on the right hand side Lord Buckethead who should be British Prime Minister and in a more sane Britain would be the leader of my insane nation.

Britain really is a Monty Python sketch and an episode of Blackadder.

And thank the stars that it is.

It’s a shame today Theresa May is still the leader of my nut job nation but it could be worst at least my home nation isn’t America.


Mutually Assured Destruction


Mutually Assured Destruction is just plain mad, heh, here in Britain there’s due any day now, Thursday 8th of June, a General Election I’ll be voting for Jeremy Corbyn, leader of the Labour Party, but I won’t be voting for Labour it’s the personality, the person, I’m voting for not the awful party. Jeremy Corbyn is a potential Prime Minister who, sanely, claims he might not order a nuclear attack on an enemy state if there’s an atomic bomb attack on Britain. He’s the only potential PM with any sense, his ideas and opinions are sensible, rational, the idea Britain needs a nuclear deterrent is retarded and the idea Britain needs a leader prepared to launch atomic weapons is fuck-tarded. As a Briton I’m not enthused by a leader prepared to kill millions of innocents, including babies, in a foreign land so, for me, Jeremy Corbyn is a breath of fresh air.

Don’t get me wrong I love the idea of an atomic war but only the idea of, fictions, stories of an all out war in which people, somehow, survive and begin to rebuild while perhaps fending off mutants, evil Morlocks, or in some future fantasy type setting Orcs and Goblins. But in the real world having love for, a passion for, an atomic war is fucking stupid and the idea of retaliation if attacked is downright spiteful.

The world isn’t a fantasy world, it’s not like the movies, we’re not action men or women, movie love and romance is a lie, people can’t fly or shrug off being shot full of bullets, every minute of every day can’t be filled with happiness and laughter, genuine super villains and criminal masterminds don’t exist. The real world is grim, cruel and nasty and there are no such things as justice or fairness such ideas are, like the movies, fiction.

The real world needs leaders who live here and not leaders who live in a fantasy land.

Kung-Fu SuperNerd 5

The thumbnails for my Kung-Fu SuperNerd story continue at pace, it’s working night shifts and having nine and a half hours to waste sitting about doing whatever the hell I want. If I were a permanent member of the night staff team I’d live most of my days off at night. It’s a dream I have. I try and figure out, using these thumbnails, how I want each page to be constructed, the final article might not be perfectly accurate, it’s merely a guideline more than anything else and because Kung-Fu SuperNerd is created without words these thumbnails are invaluable as to how the story is told, and how it unfolds.

In the two pages above there’s a little kung-fu action.

Page One: Panel 1 Kung-Fu SuperNerd, Jeremiah Bone, makes an attempt to avoid further violence by loudly announcing to the crazed bloody bigoted Anglo-Saxons that he possesses formidable kung-fu skills. Jeremiah’s character arc is that of a pacifist forced to fight to protect himself. Further arcs will show how his misanthropic principles are tested by living in a post-apocalypse environment, after all it’s easy to be a misanthrope by choice, happily spending days alone, but what happens if days alone are forced upon a misanthrope? Would a misanthrope be happy living in a land devoid of regular people? A land conquered by the violently insane, would that misanthrope wish to be part of a community? Surrounded by people. It’s a theme to be addressed not in this first season of the story but perhaps in future seasons if I create them.

Panels 1 and 2 reluctantly using some nifty kung-fu moves Jeremiah takes down two crazed bigoted Anglo-Saxons, it’s quick paced action a kung-fu kick to a blood drenched maniacs chops, and Wing Chun style punching action to temporarily take down another maniac.

Panel 4 allows for Jeremiah’s escape from the slaughterhouse the bus has become while in the background the maniac Wing Chun punched rages in hate and frustration. The crazed bigoted Anglo-Saxons are a representation of England’s many angry white people, those who express feelings of hatred towards non-English people and constantly moan about foreigners ruining England. I’m of the opinion that if England has problems, if England is indeed ruined, it’s ruined by the native majority not by the foreign minority. It’s just one of my many unpopular opinions.

Page two is an action movie from panel one of our hero screaming at innocents to run for their lives to panels two to five of our hero taking down the bad guy it’s an action movie captured in one moment of madness.


A Few Good Things And Bad Things

Here’s a few things good and bad that are making my life happy and/or unhappy. Let’s get the bad out of the way first.

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1 Brexit: SIGH! There might be worst things happening in other parts of the world but I don’t live anywhere else I live in Britain and Brexit isn’t just the worst thing of 2016 it’s the worst thing that’s ever happened in Britain during my lifetime. Or so it seems here in ‘The Now!’ Usually for me all the bad things relate to pop culture entertainment I was looking forward to but ended up being disappointing but this year there’s this very, very, very, very stupid decision by over seventeen million Brits. Over sixteen million wanted to remain in the EU so when I read, or hear, people say Brexit is what the British people want, have decided, I feel like laughing because the British people didn’t decide not all of us some of us didn’t believe the lies and figured Brexit, being isolationist, returning to some mythical past, would be a bloody bad thing and so far it’s turned out to be true.

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2 Stranger Things: I had high hopes for this TV series inspired as it was by all the things I love from back in the good old Eighties. All my favourite movies are from the Eighties, with a few from the Seventies, and I imagined this inspired show to capture everything that was great about Eighties movies. In my mind’s eye, or whatever, I saw elements of E.T. The Goonies, The Monster Squad, Night of the Creeps, The Thing and Stephen King’s novel IT all mixed together to make something wonderful. But what I got was poorly written, poorly acted in some instances and poorly directed. After watching the season finale I went and watched JJ Abrams Super 8 and Stranger Things REALLY wanted to be Super 8 but it failed. Miserably. I seem to be the only person who hated the awful show and that makes me happy.

More Bad Things?

Nope that’s it for me. I have nothing else, at the moment, to complain about 2016 is turning out to be a really good year I’m full of cheery goodness and amongst my negativity is a big bunch of positivity. I suppose, with five months still to go, more bad things could be revealed but only time will tell.

Good Things

Life should be full of good things rather than drowning in the bad.


1 Comic Books: My favourite hobby/interest/pursuit is the purchase and reading of comic books. I have a comic book store within two minutes of my home it’s where I get my filthy paws on the latest collected editions. I especially enjoy making the purchase of big hardback editions, tomes hefty enough to kill a man. Though Brexit and the plummet of the pound sterling has caused me to order and purchase less comic book goodies for the rest of the year I do have a big pile of unread material to keep me happily entertained.

I’m not sure who or what I’d be without comic books they helped define and form my life creating someone I’m very happy to be without them I’d probably be the type of Briton I despise.

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2 Person of Interest: One of my favourite TV shows came to an end this year it wasn’t a bad thing that it did because it turned out to be all kinds of wonderful.

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3 Supernatural: One of my favourite TV shows still keeps right on kicking. It’s the type of TV series I can watch over and over again and I usually do. When a new season is released on DVD I’ll immediately go buy it, binge watch it and then start watching all the preceding seasons over again. It’s the most comic book of TV shows without being based on a comic book, the other comic book TV shows would do well to be inspired by it because there’s no way any of them are as good as Supernatural. The latest season even featured God as a character and it was perfection.

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4 My Health: I’m not super healthy I don’t eat all the right foods and hit the gym seven hours a day, or whatever, but I do feel good everyday and I never get ill, well not enough to have it bother me. For yet another year I haven’t had a sick day from work, I think my last real sick day from work was probably way back in 2004 and was due to my over consumption of alcohol the night before I did have one sick day after that but it wasn’t a real sick day. I was sick and tired of my supervisors at the time, and their endless pettiness, so I feigned illness informed a first aider and left work spending a happy day in the pub, fortunately I wasn’t alone because my sick day coincided with a few pals days off work and we all got merrily drunk and had a great time.

But yeah, I don’t get ill, I’ve never ever been to the doctor’s or hospital for a check up or because I’ve been ill in my entire adult life and I’m forty four years of age at the time I conjure forth this blog post. I never feel blue, I never get depressed or feel miserable or seriously unhappy or ever feel down. I’ve never taken any medicine, not as an adult, and I’ve also never been to the dentist because I don’t ever have problems with my teeth, not even toothache but then I never get any other types of aches I’ve never had an headache, I’ve never had earache, and I don’t get stomach aches. I do suffer, now and again, from muscle aches but never bad enough for them to be an issue.

I wouldn’t claim to be fit, I can’t jog for longer than an hour, but I do walk everywhere completing at least an hour a day everyday regardless of the weather conditions I usually walk to work, especially on a night shift, and it’s about seven miles away I don’t notice that I’m making such a walk some Brit Pop on my iPod and I’m unaware of my surroundings. My work colleagues think I’m some kind of nut job for making such a walk but to me it’s not anything, but then again they drive and a five minutes walk down to the shops is a chore. Each to their own I guess.

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5 Happiness: I like being happy has I’ve been writing this post I’ve also been staring out of the window watching the sun appear and turn early morning darkness into bright yellow sunshine it has been a enjoyable experience and made me smile to watch the world go from dark to light. Writing blog posts also brings me happiness if they didn’t I wouldn’t bother writing them and at the moment I’m trying to edit as I write, because I’ve noticed upon reading past posts I make plenty of errors, I’m also trying not to use swear words because I’ve also noticed I swear like a motherf… a melon farmer. Making an attempt not to swear while writing blog posts is amusing me as well as making me happy I have to use silly childish words instead of being mature and using grown up words. For example poo and pee, just putting those letters together to create both words made me laugh. Out loud.

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6 Being Alone: I enjoy being on my own, I guess the only times I’m a little unhappy is when I’m surrounded by other people, yeah other people cause me unhappiness but when I’m alone it’s all good. For the past week, since last Thursday actually, I’ve been off work, looking after my parent’s two dogs, a Doberman and a Spaniel, I’ve not spoken to another person in almost a week and it has been blissful. Trapped at my parents home I have been denied all the good stuff I have at home, shelves full of books and movies and comics and TV shows but I did take with me Infinite Crisis, a DC comics event, and Star Trek TOS seasons two and three, and I had my MacBook so I could write, digitally colour poorly drawn images, watch Penny Dreadful, Scream, Preacher and Zoo. I’ve kept myself entertained and I’ve been happy alone with dogs my only companions.

I’m usually alone when I’m not at work anyways, I know I’m the type of person who prefers to be alone and just doing whatever I want, I’ve tried the alternative and I hated it. Best, or so I believe, in life to find a way of life that suits and brings happiness and stick to it no matter what because if the alternative brings unhappiness then what’s the point? If we all have a choice happiness or unhappiness I choose happiness.

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7 Brit Pop: I’m currently having a Brit Pop revival my new iPod full of the crazy Nineties tunes Oasis and Blur, Pulp and Ocean Colour Scene it’s an endless cacophony of British tunes from a now bygone age, indeed from a completely different, and somewhat alien, century.

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8 Ash versus The Evil Dead: When I was a kid, early teens, one of my favourite movies, and I used to watch it all the time, was Sam Raimi’s The Evil Dead it was classed as a Video Nasty and banned here in Britain the only way to watch it was via a dodgy video copy, picture and sound were usually poor. In my late teens Evil Dead 2: Dead By Dawn hit and blew my tiny teenage mind here was a movie that turned a weak ass character from the first movie into a horror superhero, perhaps the first of his kind. When Army of Darkness came along it just added to the Deadite goodness and after watching the Captain Supermarket ending, instead of the waking up in the future ending we saw in the U.K. I imagined a new Evil Dead movie starting where the Captain Supermarket ending finished but it was never to be but then there was a remake of The Evil Dead, which is better than I originally thought, and now there exists Ash versus The Evil Dead season one, and in October begins season two, Ash versus The Evil Dead immediately became my favourite TV series of all time, I often claim there’s no such thing as perfection but then there’s this. Perfection.


At the moment that’s it for the good and the bad, I was going to add the ugly but to be honest at the moment there is no ugly in my life. I don’t know if I’m fortunate to sail through life devoid of unhappiness and terribly bad things or whether it’s because of the sensible decisions that I make perhaps it’s a bit of both. Like everything and anything worthwhile it does take hard work and sacrifice to be happy and have good things in ones life and it’s easier being happy when you’re healthy, without illness, and living somewhere like Britain.

Being British was of course an accident, not any of my doing, and I am grateful that I am a Brit the alternatives seem depressing and distressing. Over in the United States people have to make a terrible decision Clinton or Trump, it’s no decision, if I were an American I’d choose the most sensible of options and stay at home on the day of the vote, enjoy a beer or two, watch some movies, read comic books, eat pizza, have a good day instead of forcing a bad day.

I could have been born in Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine there are so many places on the planet that seem like Hell on Earth, to me, that it’s important to take a moment to appreciate having been born in Britain. Yeah it has faults, dozens of them, but when there are worst places you’ve got to be grateful with what you’ve got.

Star Trek Can Save Brexit Britain


I was contemplating the effects, all negative or so it seems, of Britain’s so called Brexit from the European Union while contemplating these negative effects I tried to figure out if anyone, I wasn’t particular about who, had a plan for post-Brexit Britain but unfortunately no one seems to have a plan.

Disappointed by the lack of common sense, intelligence, creativity and imagination here in post-Brexit Britain I was on the verge of signing off the Internet and returning to my happy task of digitally colouring, using Photoshop Elements, the thumbnails to my future webcomic when, and like a bolt out of the blue, inspiration hit me post-Brexit Britain SHOULD emulate Gene Roddenberry’s Star Trek. The United Federation of Planets could be post-Brexit Britain’s golden future.

Here’s a few ways post-Brexit Britain using Star Trek as inspiration can be Great Britain:

ANTI-WAR: Wouldn’t it be nice to be British and know our nation wouldn’t involve itself in wars. After the Chilcot Report it’s obvious we can’t trust politicians or senior members of the military to make the right preparations or plans for a sustained military conflict so let’s be a nation that promotes an Anti-War sentiment, let’s be pacifists it’s something we’ve not yet tried surely it can’t be worst than the alternative invading and bombing foreign nations, mainly Islamic states, murdering women and children, leaving whole countries in a worst state than they were before invasion.

We could still have a military but one based upon defence instead of attack. And let’s be honest where has war got us? The two big wars of the 20th century left Britain less powerful, less wealthy, less influential globally, broken and bankrupt. Anti-War seems like a better alternative even though some people, perhaps a lot, consider Anti-War sentiment to be cowardly, but what’s wrong with being cowardly? I am a proud coward I wouldn’t wish to be involved in any kind of fighting or conflict I’m the kind of person who runs away from fights or anticipates confrontation out on the mean streets of Britain and crosses on to the opposite side of the road. Being cowardly, anti-violence, anti-war, is really nice I live a peaceful quiet life and so could everyone in Britain if we had a culture of Anti-War instead of War Worship.

IDEALISTIC AND OPTIMISTIC: Britain pre-Brexit was a pretty pessimistic place everything’s always doom and gloom, endless moaning about everything from the weather to immigrants. The EU Referendum was based on pessimism from Remain and Leave it was a depressing affair and I was glad when it was over, though I wasn’t at all glad about the result. We could do with a big dollop of optimism starting at the top, government tends to be overtly, and covertly, depressing especially those grumbletonian Tories always looking backwards through rose tinted glasses at an imagined perfect (for them) past. Optimism would be a hard sell, probably harder to sell than being Anti-War but we should give it a go we’ve got nothing to lose and a new Britain to build.

Though I’m not very optimistic myself, I am after all British, I am very idealistic, as this post obviously shows. We live in a society forged on the precepts of idealism our beliefs and values shape society if we here in Britain believed bigger and had positive values then we could change our society forever. The so called Four Pillars of the Green Party could be Britain’s starting point to build a better society.

CLASSLESS: Unfortunately Britain is NOT and perhaps never will be classless. We have a self important family dominating Britain a family that epitomises ‘white privilege’ and while the British hold onto primitive notions of kings and queens Britain can never progressively move forward.

We NEED, nay demand or so the recent EU Referendum seemed to say, a society that’s based on the idea that we are all the same, regardless of where we are born, we need to live in a Britain that treats everyone the same, again regardless of where we are born, we need a completely classless society devoid of elitism.

We need a country that cares for and about the most vulnerable members of that society a society that distributes wealth evenly and fairly or abandons the silly concept of wealth entirely.

CASHLESS: I want a cashless society it seems so futuristic instead of this dog eat dog society I presently live in I want to live somewhere free of money, free of the pursuit of wealth. We’re all slaves to money it makes our world go round and round and round and round, we’re fooled into thinking it’s THE most important thing in life and it consumes much of our day whether we’re at work or at home placing seemingly endless bets in a hope to get rich quick or buying more and more crap we don’t need forcing our personal debt crisis to rise at an exponential rate.

Debt I understand, due to my own personal greed, my desire to have shiny new things, I accumulated enough debt to make my life one of misery once I’d managed my way out of debt I was much happier and now I live a debt free life always focussing on staying away from credit cards and personal loans. These days if there’s something shiny I want I go without or save the money before buying the shiny.

But imagine a society without cash one in which we all worked together for the benefit of all instead of the benefit of the few. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, never before, in my life at least, has that been more true.

UNIVERSAL LIBERTY, EQUALITY, JUSTICE, PEACE AND COOPERATION: I live in the land of the free, no not America, but Britain it’s one of many lands of the free but that freedom is limited it’s limited by personal desires and it’s limited by restrictions imposed by those who ruin us, whoops I meant rule us, me and my inability to use my native language properly. Sigh!

Here in Britain we have the Magna Carta and the English Bill of Rights that are the cornerstones of our personal liberty, we don’t acknowledge or appreciate either as people but they were created to grant us rights we previously didn’t enjoy. Liberty in my view is the idea that you can live you’re life in the manner you see fit without me imposing my views on you and the same holds true for me I’ll live my life the way I see fit without you imposing your views upon me. We should be free to do whatever we want, as long as we’re not harming anyone else or preventing anyone else doing what they want, this of course could mean an end to organised religions but let’s be honest that wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Everyone’s born equal, EVERYONE, it’s only after we’re born that things go a little weird beliefs are bombarded upon us, we’re constantly shouted and screamed at, reprimanded for shitting on the floor, some of us are smacked and badly beaten and the idea is bred into us that we’re superior, or inferior, to others the able bodied superior to the disabled of body (and mind), male superior to female, white superior to black, Christian superior to Muslim. Inequality isn’t our birth right, any of us, but we sure as hell are taught it quickly. Adults are superior, and know better, than children and then we hit adulthood and realise every adult we met as a kid was talking out of their fucking butts.

Boy, justice, this one’s a tough ‘un. First we have to accept we’re all the same, all equal, all have the same rights, and same fucking mental issues, and we should all be treated equally, treat others as you wish to be treated yourself not by how you are treated if everyone followed that little idea we’d live in a world that is just. Justice is unrealistic because of how far do you take it? If someone rapes and kills your child do you rape and kill theirs? Would that be justice? Best to try and sort the other Star Trek ideas out before tackling this.

Being peaceful for me isn’t just about avoiding violence it’s also about enjoying moments of quietness and trying to make them last as long as possible. The world we live in today is so fucking loud, if it’s not traffic endlessly interrupting my peace then it’s idiots playing music on their smart phones far too loudly, for fuck’s sake buy some ear, or head, phones and shut the fuck up. I don’t want to listen to your shit girly bollocks music.

From Wikipedia I stole this: Commonly understood as the absence of hostility, peace often involves compromise, and therefore is initiated with thoughtful listening and communication to enhance and create mutual understanding.

Sounds beautiful.

The Vote Leave EU Referendum basically stuck two fingers up at the idea of cooperation and is one of the reasons I’m still super pissed off about the result. I believe (oh shit I do have beliefs, FUCK!) we should think of ourselves as Earthlings before we think of ourselves as human or more basic still British, or English, or whatever nationality people wish to believe they are, the EU Referendum made Britain smaller instead of greater, made us look inwards and backwards instead of looking out and into the future. The result feels to me like a step backwards when it should be a step forward it’s weird, to me, that a vote to remain was more forward thinking and progressive than a vote for change. Britain allowed those who don’t want change but want a return to Britain for the British to dictate it’s future and that’s not a Britain I want to live in. I’d sooner be dead.

MILITARY AND SCIENCE: In Star Trek the military and science kinda go hand in hand sure there are specific science teams removed from what seems like a very militaristic Star Fleet but the most war-like of all Star Fleet officers, James Tiberius Kirk, as a sound grasp of the sciences.

Wouldn’t the military constrained by and influenced by scientists make for a more aspirational version of the military? Imagine brains and brawn working for the betterment of Britain, looking at ways to protect Britain from it’s enemies, real and imagined, while also being a defence force instead of a mad rabid attack dog. Instead of spending money on guns and bombs and wasting time, effort and people on unjust wars science and the military could be aiming for the stars we could be sending a mainly pacifist fleet of starships out into the deepest darkest depths of space on a never-ending mission to explore strange new worlds, seek out new life and new civilisations, to go boldly go where no Earthling has gone before. And instead of killing them or raping them we could approach potential alien forms with peace offering brotherhood but we can’t do that without binding the military with science.

PRIME DIRECTIVE: No interference with the social development of another planet. We Britons could do with a dose of the Prime Directive. Instead of interfering, normally by dropping bombs, in the affairs of other nations we, Britain, should sort out the problems our own society suffers from. And there are a lot of ’em.

UTOPIAN: I imagine a Britain in which the Prime Minister is an Indian female with bisexual interests and her cabinet is fifty/fifty male and female filled out with people from all walks of life, from all ethnicities and with every sexual interest imaginable instead of a cabinet mostly full of white male paedophiles.

Wouldn’t that be something?

I heard my new, and unelected HA!, Prime Minister make claim she’s aiming to make Britain great again, it’s the same shit Trump’s selling Americans, neither Britain or America has ever been great to believe otherwise then you’re either A) a fucking Muppet or B) a moron.

But we could aim to be great and that means adopting egalitarian principles and striving to build a society that is in harmony with nature and also people with each other that’s what a government should be promoting harmony, not wealth, not greed, not spouting hate and lies but building harmony. Utopia is somewhere we could all live but we’ve got to be willing to give up far too many things that mean far too much to us and for now a Star Trek style utopia is but a pipe dream. Or a lengthy blog post.

The Times They Seem A Little Crazy


Events at the moment seem crazy but they do so only because we’re experiencing them. For a little, and brief, perspective here’s a few thoughts 1 Just because ISIS, or Daesh, whatever, claim responsibility for murder, mass and individual, doesn’t make it true. If you stubbed your toe they’d probably claim responsibility. 2 One hundred years ago men from France, Germany and Britain were dying in their thousands their lives thrown away in a bloody world war. 3 Britain this century alone has in some capacity been involved in five wars, or military actions, all five of those conflicts were against Islamic states. I don’t believe in nonsense like ‘You Get What You Deserve’ and the incredibly stupid ‘What Goes Around Comes Around’ but Britain’s military actions have consequences and if events occur here in Britain like they have in France we can hardly make the claim that we are innocent.

Thanks For All The Cheese


I’ve got to say melted cheese is AWESOME!

I say this because I was happily tucking into my breakfast upon my arrival home from work and this mornings breakfast was a cheese toastie so I was chewing away thinking to myself ‘ain’t cheese great’ as I enjoyed every mouthful and my two cheese toasties became one and then none I wished for another cheese toast, fortunately because the loaf I bought was smaller than the regulation size I’d already prepared another two cheese toasties. It’s moments like this that make me appreciate my life, there’s only good things in it and not really any bad. I’m one of those fortunate sods who sails happily through life without cause for concern or drama.

Weirdo? Yep I certainly am that but from my perspective it’s the people who have concerns and dramas who are weird. I’m often thinking to myself, while interacting with other people, weirdos. Fortunately my interaction with other people is kept at a pleasant minimum.

I can truthfully admit I like melted cheese more than I like people, cheese, especially when it’s melted in a toastie or on pizza just makes moment after moment so much better than normal but people, so I’ve observed, just make each moment almost unbearable. I don’t know what’s wrong with people but I do have a few ideas along the lines of people being sociopaths, nut jobs, drama queens, arrogant egotists, stupid crazy fools and bigoted ignoramuses. But cheese, especially melted, is just AWESOME!

I’m not sure if anyone can present a cogent argument proving that people are better than cheese, especially melted cheese, because I just don’t see how anyone can claim people are AWESOME! Melted cheese just is, people just aren’t and so cheese, especially when it’s melted is just better than people. I think that’s something a scientist would say is a theory and we non-scientists would claim is a fact.

If you think about it rationally, like Mr Spock apply logic, then cheese, especially the delicious melted variety, is so much better than people, individuals and a mass collective, cheese has never started and fought a war, cheese doesn’t rape children, Donald Trump isn’t cheese he’s people, well maybe. When Jesus Christ (yes I know he’s a fictional creation but let’s be honest who isn’t?) said the meek will inherit the Earth he was speaking Aramaic and the Aramaic word meek actually means cheese in English, so cheese, especially when it’s delightfully melted, will one day inherit the Earth, though at the rate people are fucking it up there won’t be much left to inherit.

It’s The End Of The World


As I know it and I don’t feel fine.

Brexit Britain. An increase in hate crimes. Orlando massacre. Black men being shot dead by white police officers. White police officers shot dead by black sociopath. Nice terror attack. Boris Johnson as Foreign Secretary. Army coup in Turkey. Doesn’t it seem like we’re reaching some kind of final crisis? A blackest night?

Like we’re headed for a disaster of biblical proportions. Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff. Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes…

The dead rising from the grave! 

Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!

Or maybe, just maybe, I’m being overly dramatic and everything’s A-okay. It’s always been like this since forever and at times it’s been worst.