The salvation in the big bag.

So, for the most part another boring weekend, the days surrounding no better either. I doubt today will break that trend and my boredom seems set to continue for some time yet. My mood is pretty upbeat at the moment though, which can be attributed to a renewed sense of stability in my relationship which had recently been turbulent at best and at times hellish. I think after reaching somewhat of a peak a few days ago things are getting back on track.
I can't say that all of the problems were due to the continued distance between us but i do think that it is a huge contributing factor and thankfully one which is soon to be removed. This reminds me that i must apologise to my dad for seemingly without reason becoming very moody and rushing him to take me home, whilst he was happily fishing.
Relationships are hard, really hard and something you don't even think about can easily become a fairly large issue. Things done in the best intention can come back to haunt you. Still, i feel i'm learning more about being in a relationship with each passing day. Perhaps one day i'll actually be good at it.
I also hope that in time i will be less quick to jump to making angry rants about my other half when things do get bad. I posted a blog recently which made some very unfair comments, whilst it was not up for long, it probably should never have been published.
Anyway, as i say, things are back on track, a very tense and testing summit traversed. The past few days have actually been great relationshipwise, me and simmons have both admitted where we did wrong, have both talked things through and both realised that the direction we were headed was not the way we wanted to go. We now seem to be spending more time talking than we have in the past month or so and enjoying it. Hopefully, he will be making the long trip down to coventry on the 16th of july to spend 5 days here. If he is able, that time will be great, i'm sure. I still miss him no matter how much we talk and nothing can quite compare to when he is actually here, or i there.

Saturday was perhaps the one exception of my boring past few days. I headed out with my dad, jane, nathan (little bro) and his friend to the summer fate thing at Brammcote Barracks. All in all it was a pretty fun day, apparently Gurkah food is quite nice, the potato curry being the highlight.
There was a stall at the open day which was selling samosa's, onion baaji's and a variety of other food. The baaji's were great, the samosa's were ok but could have done with being a few notches spicier. However, the low point of this stall was some of the more 'healthy' food they were supplying. They had 'stuff vineleaves' which appealed to jane's vegan taste in food and i decided i would try one. Upon biting into this incredibly greasy, disgusting smelling green turd resembling 'food' I was greeted with perhaps the most grotesque taste i have ever had the misfortune of putting into my mouth. The oil from this thing just dripped on my tongue and filled my mouth on first bite. The vineleaf was stuffed with rice with a lemon hint and ofcourse the aforementioned oil. I'm not quite sure which bit of this hideous food offended me most but even before i began chewing i knew swallowing it would lead me to projectile vomit worse than the absinth mentioned in a previous blog. So here i was, in the middle of a field, this disgusting food resting on my tongue, looking around for a bin to dispose of it. I stood for i guess around 5 minutes, just surveying the various stalls in hope that i would not be forced to eventually swallow this rancid hippy food. Well i found one, i can't say i'd ever been so happy to have my head dangling over a black bag filled with various food scraps and rubbish on a hot day. The smell of the bin i remember well, it filled my nostrils infusing me with a sense of hope, this was the smell of salvation, a smell i will actually fondly remember for sometime to come. Even my father who i am certain could eat roasted dog shit without batting an eyelid tried one not long after me, having not seen the effect it had on me, also having to spit it out. Well, jane seemed to enjoy these for some reason, she ate 10 of the things. I guess when you're accustomed to drinking soya milk, this is no huge feat. All day i struggled with the after taste, even having not swallowed any, nor chewing it, the vile oil must have made it's way down my throat and soaked my tongue.
Anyway, the rest of the day was good, we left the barracks and dropped nathan and his friend off, then went to my janes boat, did some fishing, sat around etc, it was pretty sweet. Then came a text and subsequent phone calls between me and simmons at which point i turned somewhat... distracted and moody.

that's pretty much all i have been upto, it's not a lot and when the most interesting thing you have to blog about is the worst food you've ever tried, i guess it's bound to fail! A few wrestling shows coming up in the next couple of weeks though it seems and simmons just messaged me a few moments ago confirming he has brought his train tickets for the 16th! I can't wait :)

Ciao for now!

A more conventional blog, i guess?

this heat is really starting to send me slightly insane, it's ruining my sleeping pattern beyond repair. I'm not sure i can even remember the last time i slept for more than 4 or 5 hours at any one time. My fan is of little help in this recent heat wave, even sat next to me, the breeze i am getting from it is only slightly cooler than the surrounding air. I feel like a small african child sowing soccer balls in a sweat shop. I am sat here shirtless, having to lean foward slightly as my leather chair is covered in a cold sweat, which is quite disgusting.

Recently my blogs have deviated from the usual format, in that they have been less about what is going on, than topical. My most recent two for instance really broke the old format and came in the form of lightly humorous rants. When your Polish friend asks you to rant on polish immigrants, the oppertunity must be taken up, regardless of actual views, a ridiculous post must be made. I hope that people are able to see the humor as opposed to insults. Today though i come with a more usual blog.

So, as of yesterday, the flat in dundee is officially now rented, Simmons went and picked up the keys, my keys should be getting cut in the next few days, which is ace. It really is hard to really get my head around just how close and real this is now.

In perhaps a few months, for a lot of you who i see on a semi-regular basis the only way of keeping up with what's going on with me will be from scarce appearances in the midlands wrestling scene and through these here blogs. I'll be living in an absurd country... It is odd, i would have expected with such a large move that i would be nervous, which just isn't the case, infact i feel a small sense of excitement.

My excitement on moving up to Dundee is perhaps hightened by the fact that within a few months of being there, Dragonforce shall be playing just around the corner, which is a huge plus!

Well, i finally have some pictures of the flat, which is what i was making this blog to share!



Buster sat on alert, guarding the flat, whilst teddy goes about keeping the bed warm! Too cute xD



I told you Scotland is odd, we haven't even moved in yet and theres a paedo in a car outside the bedroom waiting for a glimpse!



A shot of the front room, the couches may look like they have been stained with years worth of periods but they're comfy and that's what counts... right?



Another shot of the front room. One of the first boxes my partner moves in is seemingly a box of personal hygene products, most likely the box has more skin conditioners than were previously even known to man.



Because you know that a blurry photo of what i guess is a cheese grater makes sense...



The kitchen really is as small as i remember, it's also fairly nice looking.

So there it is, the place i shall soon enough be calling home.

Other than that i've nothing really to blog about, im bored and tired

Polish descrimination.

Have you ever lost your job to find out perhaps only days later from an old colleague that the person replacing you is a Mr Kowalski, a man of polish descent who can barely speak English but is willing to work for minimum wage or in some cases below it? I'm sure if you have been in this situation that you found yourself not only frustrated but angry. 'How could we allow immigration to harm the british worker in this way!?'. Whilst i can understand the frustration that this is met with, i must implore you to think again who really is at fault.

It is true that in recent years Polands main export is misery and miserable emigrants but there are many underlying problems which go much deeper than a few summer holiday camps built by the late great adolf hitler and all polackticians being retarded idiots. This country is a prime example that the 3rd world stretches well into Europe and that communism is still a force hurting millions across the globe. What though is the issue that i believe is most important to understand if we are to truely sympathise with the situation?

I believe perhaps it is exactly the same company behind the sucess of all great nations that is not only holding Poland back but discriminating against them with the sole purpose of further ruining the country. We only need look within our great isle to see the power wielded in one simple product. Scotland, like Poland is a loathsome place. Both have at one point or another been seen in such an unfortunate state that neighbouring countries felt the need to intervene in an attempt to bring them up to par with the civilised world. What is it that causes Scotlands ridiculous state? The people in Scotland drink what is known as 'Irn Bru' or fluorescent piss as we in England know it. This in itself is not a problem, the lack of drinking Coca-Cola is. Whilst the Scots choose not to advance into the current century, the same cannot be said for the Polish, who are willing to change and wanting to advance.

Have you ever had the misfortune of drinking polish cola? I have, and i can understand why the Polish are fleeing their country at such an alarming rate. It would be a terrible thing to be out in the hot sun, painting fences and having to sip at this vile excuse for cola.

The coca-cola company is choosing to offer the Polish people an inferior cola in order to ruin the country, for their continued support of communism. All that is happening however is the Polish people are fleeing for lakes with greener seaweed and in turn ruining innocent countries. The worst part is, whilst we watch the huge influx of polacks who land on our shores, we are powerless to do anything to stop the issue.

The English government has not yet lost faith in poland as they have Scotland. Unlike with Scotland us English are not just giving false power to a failing nation in hopes that they will deal with their own problems, but granting assylum because of this horrible situation. Much like we grant assylum for those in countries of war, famine and rape, we, knowing the power that Coca-Cola holds over us, invite the polish in with arms wide open. This in turn is having a profound effect on our economy. When we consider that Britain is not the only place harbouring these people and feeling the effects of cheap labour on the native work force infact the issue is global. The Polish which still put their faith in communism are moving to cuba, The mentally ill to france and the morbidly obese to america.

This is the reason for the recent global economic depression and it all takes it's roots within the vast Coca-Cola corporation. How can we fight the corporations which is ruining our planet? I am unsure, when coca-cola can be in some ways defined by the following: there may well not be a way.

* Coca-Cola is devoid of humanity, morality, pity, and mercy.

* Coca-Cola works as one, because none of us are as cruel as all of us.

* Coca-Cola cannot be harmed, no matter how many Coca-Cola may fall in battle.

* Coca-Cola doesn't fall in battle, anyway.

* Coca-Cola only undertakes Serious Business.

* Coca-Cola is everyone

* Coca-Cola is everywhere.

* Coca-Cola cannot be out-numbered.

* Coca-Cola is a hydra, constantly moving, constantly changing. Remove one head, and nine replace it.

I will shortly make an online petition raising my concerns and once i have found enough support, i will present the petition to as many people as needed to make sure this vicious descrimination of the polish is put to a stop. This is all on the issue for now, check back for progress updates!

Fucking old people!

Well, yet again i am sat here having not slept at the normal times... i'm tired, i'm bored, i'm irritable and i'm looking through some of my old seesmic videos. There are a few which might be interesting for future use, but i have pin pointed one in which i would like to be my first rant in video form to appear on this blog.

The video itself is almost a year old. The sound quality, the video quality, both are not the best, it was taken with a fairly crappy webcam.

The topic is old people and how much they can piss me off at times.

Essentially, the video is about an incident which highlights the way old people often times will take advantage of respect younger people tend to show to them. If i remember correctly, the old woman i am talking about, seemed in good health and was carrying nothing. Where as on the other hand i was. The video explains it better. Again if you're reading this on facebook, you need to goto the original source of my blog: http://srgtf.blogspot.com to view the video.



So many old people will talk about how the young do not treat them right, how they feel threatened by the young, how the current day young people are degenerates, my response to that is that in this day and age, old people take advantage, they get in the way and sometimes smell of pee.

A similar confrontation between myself and an old woman happened much more recently, it was i believe the last time i was in dundee, a month or two ago and some old woman was stood, right in the middle of an aisle in tesco, blocking everyone getting past, chatting with another old woman who also was inconveniently placed. I loudly said 'If somebody doesn't move, i'm going to rum them down like a dog'. Again the old woman looked at me as if i had just pissed all over her favourite grand child or perhaps ripped off her clothing and smeared fecal matter all over her long sagged breasts.

As i mentioned in the video almost a year ago, i am not an unfair person, i am willing and completely happy to accomodate the needs of old people and put myself out to make sure that what could quite possibly be their last living day is a pleasent one but i often feel they take advantage of their age and feel they can purposely inconvenience everybody at their own leisure and it does not sit well with me!

There are plenty of less annoying old people out there, but like with queers, it's the fucking annoying ones which stick out most in peoples minds and i'm sure anyone reading this has some experience of an old person, just taking the piss or being incredibly selfish. Perhaps their continued existance in itself is selfish, if they died quicker the inheritance they leave to their children would be worth more... it's all well and great getting inheritance once you're 50 odd and have your own house and car, but wouldn't it make more of a difference earlier?

In all honesty, i believe some of my comments here come across very offensive, some of them are tongue in cheek and just to make interested an otherwise boring blog, but some of them stand.

The old people of today look upon the young as degenerates, perhaps the old people of yesteryear would look upon todays old people as an embarrasment, i am unsre.

Anyway, i'm going to play a little bejeweled and head to bed.

Just thought i would post an old video and add to it in text. I think this is the way i will be doing a lot of my blogs in the future, a little video and some accompanying text.