An hour in town

Christ does a one hour lunch trip into town throw up some rants

Lets start with myself, hell I'm always up for some self abuse.
Its a nice town even this time of year full of students and rather good looking people and its nice weather lovely nothing could be nicer, right up till you let in that sneaking voice of doubt the little one all us bi-polar get from time to time, its a bit like the little gobby thing that sits with Jabba on his throne throwing up all the usual little bits of self doubt, your fat, your ugly, everybody things you look like Jason Voorhees. Turning what was a nice trip into town into a paranoid ramble, such fun.

Fuck it lets bitch about other people I've bitched myself out by now

Buskers a couple of pointers
1. If you are a well to do middle class student trying to pass off being a poor street busker don't use an expensive guitar and amp kind of a give away
2. Please don't try and be Badly Drawn Boy, the original is twat enough but it does really show you up if your no good
3. Try to be good at what you do, or at least bad enough to be funny just being shit isn't going to get us parting with our pennies.
4. Even if you do remember to dance to a ghettoblaster occasionally, wearing a funny mask and demanding money is classed as a mugging
5. Though shall not play songs designed for a voice 4 octaves higher than your own.

Old people - fuck off its lunch time you have the rest of the day 5 days a week to div around (same goes for weekends)
Fat people if you must block the pavement please walk faster

Girls in short summer dresses your doing it right

Therapy

Try this its great
on a piece of paper or even say it out loud

I hate you

No really get it out of your system, be big and bold about it I HATE YOU

I don't agree with hate but have to submit to the fact I hate people who hate, I hate pointless indiscriminate hatred, therefore I hate. In coming to this rational I realise just how much better occasionally having an outburst and admitting freely I HATE YOU *insert relevant reference here*.

So effectivly I'm against indescriminate hate but all for directed hate as long as I agree with the direction.

People

Aren't people in the UK amazing give them a copy of the Daily Mail they demand change end the mass immigration into the country, end the billions of Tax payers money going to keep chav babies in nappies. Lots and lots of good old righteous indignation many a morning across the country you can imagine many a furrowed brow wrapped in concentration fingers following the words occasionally being used to break down the longer ones like Imm - igra - tion.

Luckily in most cases the same energy it takes to buy the rag that causes, I mean informs them of the things they get so upset over doesn't translate into going to a ballot box, reading the names of the candidate and ticking the box. I say luckily because any fuckwit who lets the Mails daily bullshit method of reporting decide their feelings on an issue should not be given the vote.

The sad fact is lots of people like to let of a rightous moan about things but rarely actually do anything about it, I've yet to met a Daily Mail esk ranter who has been able to justify their moans, even on quite emotive subjects but then likewise I tend to find people would rather play with wool and worry about an argument instead of actually getting stuck in.

I'm vimes I rant a lot, I moan a lot, I argue a lot

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