I go a bit lobbyist on you

Right, now I don't normally do this but I hope you'll all forgive me this time...
At the moment in the uk the animal welfare laws are not a kick in the arse off of 100 years old and they are really, really poor. The RSPCA and SSPCA have a problem. They may be the prevention of cruelty to animals societies but they have no power to help animals who are not cared for properly they can only advise then step in after the animal begins to suffer, by which point its often too late for elderly or particularly young animals. There is no legal duty of care for pet owners in the Uk, Picture dogs chained outside in all weathers and horses in a state-The welfare societies can't do anything until the suffering starts and I think you'll all agree, pet owners or not, that this really isn't on. So basically I'm asking you to consider signing the petition the RSPCA have on their website which is lobbying MPs to support the new, super improved animal welfare bill which will be introduced in this parliamentary session. It'll only take a minute to sign online.
If you really wanted to be my hero you could email your MP- Just a short one, as the bishop said to the nun- and the RSPCA site will even give you pointers for what to write. If you aren't sure please just take a minute to read the facts, its hard to believe it's modern Britain.
Go on... I'll be your best friend forever :-)
RSPCA SITE

How difficult can this be?....seriously

VERY

I find this blogging lark exceedingly difficult, as I was discussing recently with the esteemed Mr Mclean on the phone.
I get angry about something and I think, "I know, I'll blog it"
By the time I think it through and sit down at the computer I've ran out of steam and can't imagine why anyone would want to read my innane rants.
So I end up feeling strangly impotent, I have it all here in my head but can't get it blogged. I think it might be something to do with my illiteracy. I read a book a day but can't actually effectively write anything down, you should see my essays from uni, I can discuss a subject perfectly with the lecturer but my essays are the written equivelent of "ughhhhhhhhhhhh".
This is why I get very jealous of Russel. He can communicate with people so well through his writing and I really envy him.
Even realising recently that Stuart McBride has read my blog a few times makes me feel crappy. I respect him as an author ('Cold Granite' fucking Rocks, not just rocks-but fucking rocks) then he shmoozes over here and reads my pathetic musings.How embarrassing is that?
I think I need practice.

And then...

SO I thought I would tell you about what I've been doing in the last wee while.
Sunday was Mum's birthday so she buggered off out and I went to Borders on the actual day. She got a present though! I ended up getting her mad aromatherapy hand cream made by a proper apothecary. £15!!! For hand cream!!!! I'd want new hands for £15, or at least some kind of skin graft, but it was her birthday so we'll ignore that for now. She had wanted a copy of Stuart McBrides new book instead but it took me a while to explain that I'd probably have to break into the publishers with a balaclava and a glass cutter to obtain a copy right now. Maybe for Christmas. Or Yule, as I'm celebrating this year.
Saturday was the Craft Fair at the SECC which we seem to traditionally go to for mums birthday. All went well until I bought a little snail badge type thing. It's really realistic, wet looking etc. I noticed when I tried to pin it on that the pin part wasn't as sturdy as it could have been. Cue disappointment 10 minutes later when I realised it was no longer attached to my jacket.So back to the stall to tell them how shoddy their badge was and the lady tried to show me how a pin works!! To say I was angry is an understatement. So as usual the anger got the better of me and I shook, felt sick, went slightly blind and tried to talk, failing miserably. I would tell you what I said but I can't actually remember.Thats how bad I get. I don't shout or anything, I just kind of crumble inwards. I walked away but a little while later my mum caught up with me and had got me a new badge *nice*
According to her freind she had also had a go at the stall holder, discussed how shoddy it was with all the people round the stall and cancelled an order her work had with the owners of the stall that lost them A LOT of money. (Think an order for 800 badges at £7 a badge) I love my mum.
Thats been about it. I trained as an Eco schools assessor on Friday but you wouldn't be interested in that....

the wheels on the bus go....

*....nowhere at fucking all.*
Today my bus journey took an hour and a half. Normally it takes 20-25 mins. I was stuck in 'commuter traffic'
It was miserable, especially sat besid ethe woman who seemed to think that I was a ghost, or at least some kind of non physically bodied entity. Judging by the way she used her elbows against me anyway.

A time to every purpose under the heaven....

Hell happy bloggers I have reached a strange milestone in my life.
Previously I have been a suit myself kindofa gal. If I wanted to do something then hells bells, I'd do it. Touching ginger people *inappropriately*, dancing like a loon, chatting to anyone who wandered within the old radar. You know, generally living. (Russ has been witness to a lot of these, sorry russ.)
Also during this time I used to have a real "thats your fucking problem if you don't like it" attitude. If I was going out with someone and I was chatting to another guy then fuck them if they didn't like it, hell, I'd chat to anyone I damn well pleased. Who were they to tell me what to do? Etc etc. You catch the idea.
Well recently I've discovered that this really no longer stands. I can't keep the 'fuck you' attitude because you start to hurt people.
This leads me into a strange place because I start to wonder if previously I just didn't care who I hurt. You might have guessed by now that I really hurt someone with my last post. My "I'll write what I damn well choose" theme has reared up and almost cost me a relationship. Seems I can't stroke Ginger people anymore because I actually care about who I'm hurting at the other end of it.
The britches chaffing thing about it was that they had to come here and read about it. Then spend an entire evening with that knowledge. I wouldn't wish that on them.
Essentially if you blog, or better yet, have someone you care about. THINK. I don't mean don't blog it, just don't do it. Maybe you all know this and I'm just catching up.

ughhhh hair

So I was out and about last night. (Shocking I know but it does happen occasionally)
I got introduced to a chap called Pete.
Pete has white blonde hair. (Well, kinda gingery blonde) Anyone who knows me will be aware of how dangerous this is.
From the moment he wandered in I though "now thats hair I gotta touch!" The night progressed and I wangled a chat with this vision of blondness.
Eventually I said "this is a reallllly strange question but can I touch your hair?"
Well, dear reader, this was a step back for me. I thought I had gotten over the whole 'touchy hair' thing a few years ago. I felt like an alcoholic plummeting from the wagon. Especially when the *ughh* feeling kicked in as I was doing it. (As you just guessed, he let me) (Quite happily too I may add). Somehow I would have thought that a 6' tall girl getting her jollies from touching your hair would frighten people off but no.
I have to say it was the softest blondiness.

The hair monster cometh. Beware

never gonna give you up...

Talking of hair, I know you all miss him like I do: Click the rick

NO Fat people on buses

There,I've said it.
On the bus this morning there were several folk who were taking up wayyyyy more seat/space than they were entitled to. Seriously. One woman stood and huffed at a poor student trying to get off the bus when in fact she was taking up the ENTIRE fucking aisle, she was pissed cos he had to clamber over her like a ugly bean bag. Talk about "can't go over it, can't go round it" Fucking fat folk. I accept the whole 'glandular' thing too btw, I know some people can't help it. But there's "I have a genuine medical condition and I am overweight" and then theres "I'm too fucking lazy to care about myself, you will suffer me on the bus"
For god sake people, why are we accepting these things? Why has society deemed this acceptable?? Fat is not normal. Vets shout at you for having fat animals. WE SHOULD NOT BE FAT. Agghhhhh. Big is beautiful my fucking rectum. Thats like saying "leprosy is sexy"
I know this is gonna make me unpopular. I don't care. I like my space on the bus, what can I say?
When I had a space beside me on the bus another enormous person decided to sit down beside me. She asked me to move over a bit. I couldn't. My legs are too big for the bus seats (thats a medical reason!!! I can hear the critics gather...) So she made me fit. By shoving me over with her huge ass. *shudder*

Do you know how many people in this country take up NHS time and money with problems conceiving when all they need to do is lose weight*? Nature says if you're fat you don't breed. That should tell us all something. Nature rocks.

*If you want to know the answer to this, google it, I'm not your fucking info monkey.


Just a thought

I read my last proper post and realised just how much I would really enjoy the guy opposite me in the office hitting me with an observer book of fungus. Not hitting maybe, just a couple of slaps, gently but then harder :-D
How fucked up is that? I'm looking at him right now and thinking about it and he doesn't know. Isn't internal dialogue wonderful?? yahoo.
I hope my boyfriend isn't reading this.

Plants

I got some plants for my desk at work. It's lovely to have something alive near me.
I can chat to them and water them.
Re-reading that I should add "and they are my friends"
Fucking Bizarre.