Some mornings on the bus into work - should I decide not to get the train - I go past a Nursery in Didsbury. Nothing remarkable about it - it's a normal late1800's Mancunian construction surrounded by a miss match of lame styles that the good people in the Construction and Development trade seem to keep putting next too each other. Anyway...the point...yes the point...Each morning I go past this building and I see a small blonde haired child holding a toy pressed up against a large bay window looking out on to Palatine Road. It's at this precise moment that I always note how early it is...7.45 am to be precise and this young chap has already been ditched by his parents and will be spending the day looking out of that window, drinking milk, sharing toys and being taught by some spotty, caked in orange make up, with no qualifications school leaver how to behave- probably blissfully unaware of how this moment in his life will continue for ever...people take you somewhere then you watch them leave.
The circle continues...and he like me will one day be trapped in amber. I wonder what will happen to this little Nazi pin up...will he grow big and strong or weak and pityful...I hope somewhere in between,...that would be best for him, and for the rest of us. Heaven hopes that during this early satge in his life being dumped with 'strangers' at 7.45 in the morning doesnt make him as weird as the rest of us.
Hmmm.......Nazi poster boy? Strong words to describe a toddler on a Wednesday morning..but what the fuck..he's never going to read this and if you're his parents I'm sorry I'm not judging you I just worry about his future sanity, the little guy looks okay at the moment with his chubby little face pressed up against that window...but one day, mark my words he'll get bored of waiting and you leaving....then you'll loose him forever. Then he'll be a crack head.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
the sun always shines...
...on Coach Trip.
I never watch that programme. I have a life and I work so I don't find the time...what I do know about it is that it's got people on it going around Europe on day trips and they get to vote on each other at the end of the programme and the losers get sent to Auschwitz. I think. That all seems a little too severe to me...I prefer them to be shot in the head. Put them out of their -no longer on holiday- misery.
A friend I recently made and I where watching 1984 on video the other day. When the men from Eastasia are being tied up and shot...I laughed. My friend asked me why I thought that scene was funny when it was so obviously not. I told him that the context was amusing, these poor bastards are being used to make the masses feverish and are no more a threat to them than a piece of paper with a drawing of a mouse on it...or something along those lines...the truth is..if you cant laugh at everything what can you laugh at?
The only other option is to cry at how cruel we are sometimes.
I choose to laugh but that doesn't mean I'm laughing on the inside.
I never watch that programme. I have a life and I work so I don't find the time...what I do know about it is that it's got people on it going around Europe on day trips and they get to vote on each other at the end of the programme and the losers get sent to Auschwitz. I think. That all seems a little too severe to me...I prefer them to be shot in the head. Put them out of their -no longer on holiday- misery.
A friend I recently made and I where watching 1984 on video the other day. When the men from Eastasia are being tied up and shot...I laughed. My friend asked me why I thought that scene was funny when it was so obviously not. I told him that the context was amusing, these poor bastards are being used to make the masses feverish and are no more a threat to them than a piece of paper with a drawing of a mouse on it...or something along those lines...the truth is..if you cant laugh at everything what can you laugh at?
The only other option is to cry at how cruel we are sometimes.
I choose to laugh but that doesn't mean I'm laughing on the inside.
Thursday, 9 December 2010
And so why not
Well it's old hat now and even my Grandmother has a blog...it consists of ways she is consistently rude to young ladies like Jodie Marsh (she called her 'Cheap' to her face) and the girl at the Hairdressers who cant do anything without having her mouth open. Ah but why the hell not...she's old and cranky and if she wants to call a woman cheap...well she worked in a munitions factory in the war...so she has the right goddammit.
But (a new paragraph starting with BUT ! And yes I sleep very comfortably in bed at night thank you) we digress...a blog...what to say??? well I'm normally always full of words...usually useless, nonsensical ones but I'll try just to write about life the universe and...er....everything and possibly we'll get some childish humor along the way. All I can promise is we wont be discussing the Human Condition in a pretentious...nay, arrogant way. As an observer of you humans and your ways, surely I'm well equipped -having spent the last thirty years trying to avoid you all - to comment on your ludicrous comings and goings. Shit I've spent enough time laughing that my life is almost sound tracked by Canned Laughter...a somewhat depressing thought.
So...I'll do my best to write often...maybe once a day - don't hold your breath - or maybe even as often as never again...but I'm making changes...I'm turning and facing the Strange and as always I find it beautiful, exciting, scary and fucking hilarious all at the same time.
Peace - I'm up out this Bitch
Your Master and Ruler
Aidy
But (a new paragraph starting with BUT ! And yes I sleep very comfortably in bed at night thank you) we digress...a blog...what to say??? well I'm normally always full of words...usually useless, nonsensical ones but I'll try just to write about life the universe and...er....everything and possibly we'll get some childish humor along the way. All I can promise is we wont be discussing the Human Condition in a pretentious...nay, arrogant way. As an observer of you humans and your ways, surely I'm well equipped -having spent the last thirty years trying to avoid you all - to comment on your ludicrous comings and goings. Shit I've spent enough time laughing that my life is almost sound tracked by Canned Laughter...a somewhat depressing thought.
So...I'll do my best to write often...maybe once a day - don't hold your breath - or maybe even as often as never again...but I'm making changes...I'm turning and facing the Strange and as always I find it beautiful, exciting, scary and fucking hilarious all at the same time.
Peace - I'm up out this Bitch
Your Master and Ruler
Aidy
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