"Your time is limited so don't waste it living someone else's life.
Don't be trapped by Dogma which is living with the results of other people's thinking.
Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your inner voice.
And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition, they somehow already know what you truly want to become."
- Steve Jobs

Sunday, March 18, 2007

First public outing in armour - ARGH!

I went out on campus on 15th March for Comic Relief - Viv and Shaz were my two spotters and bucket collectors, they were under pain of death to not stray even 2m away from me and they were GREAT - felt very safe with them, Viv was counting the stairs down as I went up/down them so I knew when they ended or began :D, she let me know if there was so much as a speck of grass in my way :hugs: and kept overenthusiastic students at bay.

We raised £90 in just over an hour, got a great reception from the students, and loads of pictures were taken by Shaz, check them out HERE. I even had a marriage proposal from one rather keen student :D and I held a pool ball hostage until the players donated

Had to do the collection today as most of the students went home and there'd be no-one to collect from tomorrow!

Armour was MEGA COMFY, no chafing or nipping at all. However, I used a rechargeable battery in my ROM/FX and at the end of the outing I was sounding like a broken record, "R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ROMFX ROMFX ROMFX ROMFX". Couldn't reach the switch to turn it off but thankfully it just died. So normal Duracell from now on I think. Fan was good and I didn't mist up either, even in the Union bar! Nobody had a pop at my American accent either

Points to note - need to aim blaster better for pictures, need to have a more "manly" stance too!! I'm glad I did it, as I was TERRIFIED and wanted to get over it before MEM in 2 weeks time. My entire digestive system liquefied and I was on the loo all morning before kitting up - and I couldn't find my Rescue Remedy either....





Sunday, February 18, 2007

Keeping up with the Joneses

The news today tells us that more and more people and families are getting heavily into debt, and more people are declaring bankruptcy. One of the main reasons for this is the new generation of loan companies that spam us on cable TV every day, making out it's so easy to just take out a loan for that new car, new kitchen, or a nice holiday. And people are so easily fooled by them.

Blame was also directed at the "keeping up with the Joneses" habit, and the peer pressure and nagging of children to always have the latest most expensive gadgets, the fancy 16th birthday party, the limo and expensive dress for their Prom night, the next X-Box and the latest iPod, and oh can I have a laptop for Christmas please????

Again I ask WHY CAN'T THESE PEOPLE SAY NO??? Why do they care so much what the neighbours think of them because they've not bought a new car for nearly 5 years? Or because they only ever holiday in Britain and not Dubai every year? Or because they shop in Primark and can't afford to spend £50 on a new skirt?

Why can't they say to their kids "no you can't have that because mummy and daddy can't afford it", or "you can't have an X-Box each you will have to learn to share"...."you can't have the latest iPod because you already have an earlier one and it's just as good". Are they scared that their kids will be bullied and victimised at school if they can't keep up with the spending? Can't they teach their kids to not give a sh*t what other people say or think about them, as they themselves shouldn't give a sh*t what the neighbours think about them? If friends or neighbours of mine sneered at me because of what I don't have, I wouldn't be counting them as friends and would have nothing to do with them.

When I was at school I was the Queen of Frump. While all my friends had "clothing allowances" and went to Top Shop every Saturday and wore trendy clothes, I was wearing clumpy shoes, knee-length socks, frumpy pleated skirts and mum's hand-knitted jumpers. Try as I might I couldn't get a clothing allowance, wasn't allowed to wear trendy stuff without a big argument and hassle, and wasn't allowed to go to town with my friends unless my brother also accompanied me. I endured sniggers, sneers, and sarcasm, but every time I pleaded with mum she flat refused. And I had to just deal with it. I didn't throw a strop, threaten to hang myself, smash my room up, just cos I couldn't get what I wanted. I learned to just deal with it and not let the sneering bother me.

At Christmas time I would write my Dear Santa letters, and each year I didn't always get everything I asked for, but I knew that stropping about it woudn't change anything (I still want the game "OPERATION" though!!!) I hassled my mum for ages for a pony of my own, and received the same old answer "we've got no land and we can't afford one". I got riding lessons instead. Nowadays would a parent take out a loan just to buy a pony for their little girl???

I saw that TV programme "Bank of mum & dad" the other week, where a financial expert comes in and helps young people who are in debt. One 23 year old girl had run up a debt of £25,000 through her addiction to shopping and insistence on always hitting the expensive shops. When she was interviewed about her habit, she was smirking and laughing and seemed to not be taking it seriously at all. She said that when she argued with her boyfriend, her revenge on him was to "go spending".

Her parents didn't help her by LENDING her more money to go shopping with!!! Her boyfriend didn't do a thing to sto her spending, and the little madam was just doing what she pleased with no thought to the mess she was getting herself into. How can any parent stand by and watch that happen to their child?????

If people would grow spines and start standing up for themselves and simply saying NO, and not giving a shit what people thought of them, debt wouldn't be such a problem. There are some things in life you just can't afford. Bloody hell, I'd love a Lotus Elise, I'd love to make over my whole house, I'd love to be able to shop for new clothes each week, I'd love to do more travelling - but I simply can't afford it. I'd love to have a dozen different costumes but it ain't happening, I just have to settle for my lot and be happy with what I've got. I could be a LOT worse. Why can't everyone else have the same attitude???

The only winners that come out of all this are the banks and loan companies.

The Mile high Club

So all the Sunday papers are today full of the blonde air hostess that shagged Ralph Fiennes, selling her story about their "passion" in an aeroplane toilet. How Fiennes, who was on his way to a UNICEF conference about AIDS, didn't bother to put a Johnny on (do as I say not as I do) and how they continued their shenanigans in his hotel suite when the plane landed.

Then she speaks of her "heartache" because she thought "the experience was a lot more than just about sex" and how upset she is that he didn't help her lie to keep her job, when her antics were discovered, and how she "hoped there would be an ongoing friendship". And now she is all angry that she has "been used" and so is whoring her story to all the papers for every penny she can grab.

"He is a millionaire movie star and I'm a struggling air hostess on £12,000 a year. I have financial problems and nothing to fall back on. What will I do now?" she whines. WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU DROPPED YOUR KNICKERS LOVE. I mean, exactly what did you expect you stupid bint? A marriage proposal? A proper relationship? Ralph ending his career to be with "the one he truly loves"? I don't bloody think so. "I'd like to introduce my wife, we met after I shagged her in a Qantas toilet......"

You gave him everything he wanted within the first 5 minute of meeting, why would he want anything else to do with you? You cheapened yourself by letting him screw you like a common slut in a back alley, why would that attract him to you for a future relationship? Most men wouldn't turn down sex on a plate if it was offered to them, but deep down afterwards they'd probably not view the giver of the sex as anything more than just a quick bang. They'd never admit it, but they wouldn't respect the woman at all. Men like the chase and the pursuit, so don't give them the "kill" straight away FFS.

So next I expect to see Miss Robertson starring in an amateur porn film about her adventures, then turning into the next Abi Titmuss, and turning up at the opening of an envelope. Why the fuck do newspapers give these people column space? Why am I even wasting 10 minutes of my life writing about this???!!

Monday, November 20, 2006

A SQUIRRELS TALE

REST OF THE WORLD VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building and improving his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.

The shivering grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold.

THE END



THE U.K. VERSION:
The squirrel works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.

The grasshopper thinks he's a fool, and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.

Come winter, the squirrel is warm and well fed.

A social worker finds the shivering grasshopper, calls a press conference and demands to know why the squirrel should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others less fortunate, like the grasshopper, are cold and starving.

The BBC shows up to provide live coverage of the shivering grasshopper; with cuts to a video of the squirrel in his comfortable warm home with a table laden with food.

The British press inform people that they should be ashamed that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so, while others have plenty.

The Labour Party, Greenpeace, Animal Rights and The Grasshopper Council of GB demonstrate in front of the squirrel's house.

The BBC, interrupting a cultural festival special from Notting Hill with breaking news, broadcasts a multi cultural choir singing "We Shall Overcome".

Ken Livingstone rants in an interview with Trevor McDonald that the squirrel got rich off the backs of grasshoppers, and calls for an immediate tax hike on the squirrel to make him pay his "fair share" and increases the charge for squirrels to enter inner London.

In response to pressure from the media, the Government drafts the Economic Equity and Grasshopper Anti Discrimination Act, retroactive to the beginning of the summer.

The squirrel's taxes are reassessed.

He is taken to court and fined for failing to hire grasshoppers as builders for the work he was doing on his home and an additional fine for contempt when he told the court the grasshopper did not want to work.

The grasshopper is provided with a council house, financial aid to furnish it and an account with a local taxi firm to ensure he can be socially mobile. The squirrel's food is seized and re distributed to the more needy members of society, in this case the grasshopper.

Without enough money to buy more food, to pay the fine and his newly imposed retroactive taxes, the squirrel has to downsize and start building a new home.

The local authority takes over his old home and utilises it as a temporary home for asylum seeking cats who had hijacked a plane to get to Britain as they had to share their country of origin with mice. On arrival they tried to blow up the airport because of Britain's apparent love of dogs.

The cats had been arrested for the international offence of hijacking and attempted bombing but were immediately released because the police fed them pilchards instead of salmon whilst in custody.

Initial moves to then return them to their own country were abandoned because it was feared they would face death by the mice. The cats devise and start a scam to obtain money from people's credit cards.

A Panorama special shows the grasshopper finishing up the last of the squirrel's food, though spring is still months away, while the council house he is in, crumbles around him because he hasn't bothered to maintain the house.

He is shown to be taking drugs. Inadequate government funding is blamed for the grasshopper's drug 'illness'.

The cats seek recompense in the British courts for their treatment since arrival in UK.

The grasshopper gets arrested for stabbing an old dog during a burglary to get money for his drugs habit. He is imprisoned but released immediately because he has been in custody for a few weeks.

He is placed in the care of the probation service to monitor and supervise him. Within a few weeks he has killed a guinea pig in a botched robbery.

A commission of enquiry, that will eventually cost £10,000,000 and state the obvious, is set up.

Additional money is put into funding a drug rehabilitation scheme for grasshoppers and legal aid for lawyers representing asylum seekers is increased.

The asylum-seeking cats are praised by the government for enriching Britain's multicultural diversity and dogs are criticised by the government for failing to befriend the cats.

The grasshopper dies of a drug overdose. The usual sections of the press blame it on the obvious failure of government to address the root causes of despair arising from social inequity and his traumatic experience of prison.

They call for the resignation of a minister.

The cats are paid a million pounds each because their rights were infringed when the government failed to inform them there were mice in the United Kingdom.

The squirrel, the dogs and the victims of the hijacking, the bombing, the burglaries and robberies have to pay an additional percentage on their credit cards to cover losses, their taxes are increased to pay for law and order and they are told that they will have to work beyond 65 because of a shortfall in government funds.

THE END

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Stormtrooping!

Well I've decided - I'm gonna be a Stormtrooper! A 20+ year ambition and last week I thought "f*ck it you only live once". So I'm researching all the diff types of armour at the mo then I will raid my ISA and go for it. I've joined the UK Garrison web forum and what a friendly bunch they all are, offering tons of help and advice about choosing armour. They travel the country and attend LOADS of cool events, such at the Star Wars Celebration day in London, May 2005 - how cool is this!





"What a Geek" some say, "Get a life" - oh ok, so tell me that travelling all over the UK meeting TONS of people, getting your photo taken everywhere you go, and being invited to all the coolest meet-ups, premiers, promotional events, and Sci-fi days isn't having a life?? OK then I'd best go back to a boring hobby such as aerobics............

Will keep you posted on armour-buying progress!

Monday, October 23, 2006

B17 sunset

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A gorgeous pic from my friends at The Collings Foundation in America, click to enlarge.

Friday, September 29, 2006

IDIOTS

Jeeez what a day first off, the new departmental website I built and uploaded on Tuesday had several "issues" that had to be straightened out, and some bigwig was ranting about how it may have lost us potential student applications due to broken links. Hmmm so if a website link is broken you can't pick up the phone and say "your website is broken can I have postgrad application details please?" Not that it's an excuse for broken links though, but still - I *doubt* it would have put people off .

I worked like a trojan sorting all the issues out and didn't have my lunch hour, added to that zillions of emails popping up that were duly ignored, and the constant stream of Undergrads with their endless questions. Argh!

Once all issues were resolved and everyone was happy I left early to compensate for no lunch break. I get to my bike and some ****** has nicked my bike pump. Well I hope their life is richer now they didn't have to spend £6 at Halfords to buy their own, instead *I* will have to spend £6 to replace it.

Then I hit the cycle path. Big green painted path with big CYCLE symbols on it. And there are people walking on it, despite and empty path right next to them, which is where the humans walk. They see me coming, and they don't move, they keep walking straight at me, as if I should get out of their way and go onto the human path to avoid them.

By now I am steaming so I ride towards them, expecting them to finally move. Which they do - by about an inch, tutting loudly as I skim past them. Oh I'm sorry, YOU walk on the wrong path and tut at me for not getting out of your way?

So I get onto the main road and grind to a halt waiting for the traffic to let me turn right, which nobody does for about 5 minutes, such is the rush of their busy lives. One utter plonker in a shiny Chelsea Tractor with the back full of kids, driving with one hand and talking on his mobile, whizzes past my right side so near I feel his wing mirror on my coat sleeve. Meanwhile other cars are whizzing past my left hand side as I start to fear for my life and hope that at least ONE motorist can spare 15 seconds of their lives to slow down and let me TURN. Which one finally does, who I reward with a nice wave.

Carrying on down the road a black Mondeo zooms past me, decides she wants to turn left, slams the brakes on and starts to turn, only just stopping in time as she realises I'm screeching to a halt behind her, missing her bumper by about an inch. As I turn the air blue with frustration she starts waving her arms and screeching "come on then!!!!" at me. Oh I'm sorry once more that YOU are a Numptie of a driver and don't care that I nearly rammed into the back of you and injured myself and my bike - I do apologise it's all my fault..........

I finally got home in one piece and mad as hell at the sheer stupidity and ignorance of people today.

I need a whiskey........

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Welcome to MySpace

Why is MySpace so popular? It's hideous!!! Awful layout, difficult to customize, garish and untidy, yet everyone goes ape over them. So, being shameless and wanting to promote Fuzzbutt, I have created a Fuzzbutt MySpace at www.myspace.com/fuzzbutt_uk. Check it out!

I've disabled band websites from adding themselves as my "friends" as it's bollocks, they aren't a friend they just want to plug their band. I dont want to be on a page with 10,000 other "friends" jsut cos he wants to plug his death metal band (yes I was actually added to 10,000 others from one band). I just want Fuzzy owners who can swap pics and stories about their mice, ferrets, chins and rats - and erm, hopefully buy some of my products too *cough*.....


As a PS - "Frankenrat" is doing fine, stitches healing well, bright and chirpy all the time, just pissed off about being separated from Winston in a crappy smaller cage....bless!

Friday, September 15, 2006

Frankenrat


Spare a thought for my poor rattie Franklin, who at 11 months old, had to have a tumour removed yesterday. Despite the tumour being about 2", the cut on his back is almost 3 times that. Frankenrat!

I'm pissed at the vet because a week ago she told me it was a harmless cyst and not to worry and bring her back in a week, but during that week it morphed into a full-on tumour. THe earlier you get these things the better it is :-( so now there's a chance that another lump could regrow, despite them saying they got it all out.

Unfortunately rats are predisposed to get tumours, it's just the way they are. I feed mine good food and brocolli (anti-cancer superfood) most days, but that did bugger-all to protect poor Franklin.

He slept most of last night and was obviously feeling the pain, despite being drugged to the hilt - was a bit perkier today so I'm hoping he won't chew or scratch his stitches out. The cost of the operation was £83, most of that was the cost of all the anaesthetics and drugs used. My friend says I'm mad and that I should just "wring his neck and buy another for a fiver" but he's worth every penny. However if he does get another lump I won't put him through this again and it will be off to the rat cage in the sky when the time comes :(

What rubbish

Unbelieveable news yesterday that one local council had reduced it's binmen collections to once a fortnight, and was then fining anyone £100 who put extra bin bags out with their over-stuffed wheelie bins.

Residents have complained that their wheelie bins are already smaller than the average bin, and fortnightly collections are forcing them to put extra bin bags out. Then they get fined for doing so!!!

Why has our Government suddenly gone rubbish-mad? We now have chips on our wheelie bin lids, detecting their weight and how much litter we throw out each week - and you get fined if you don't recycle enough. Rumours abound that some families will be charged an extra £10 a month for the privilege of having the binmen collect their rubbish, and others face fines of up to £20,000 for putting their rubbish out on the wrong day, it was revealed.

I mean FFS HELLO?????? Our country and indeed the world is going to shit with wars and higher taxes and unemployment and immigration and teenage murders - issues FAR MORE IMPORTANT than litter?!?!?! Yet we are getting anal about our wheelie bins.....yes, wheelie bins are such a priority over spiralling military costs and innocent soldier lives lost in Iraq.

All these latest stupid fines will do is make more people fly-tip, and our countryside and neighbourhoods will start to overflow with abandoned binbags. People who take the time and effort to drive extra rubbish to the local tip themselves just add to the traffic on the road, and the global warming problem from car usage.

I agree litter and recycling is also important, but why aren't the Government hitting manufacturers and supermarkets, who insist on shrink-wrapping everything, or packaging it in numerous layers of clear plastic tubs and needless cardboard boxes? Did we ASK to have our brocolli shrink-wrapped, there is just no need! I bought a USB card-reader the other day and it came encased in a hard plastic shell - it would have been equally fine in a sturdy cardboard box that would at least rot down.

Tesco trumpeted the other week about how they are reducing the amount of plastic bags they use by 25% over the next few years, and how they were encouraging shoppers to re-use plastic bags (for the princely reward of ONE Tesco Clubcard point per bag re-used). OOOH HOW THRILLING. 25% reduction over the next TWO YEARS? Come on guys you can do much more than that and a lot quicker too.

For starters get over to www.biobags.co.uk and start getting them to produce your carriers, that rot harmlessley on a compost heap within a few weeks. Or simply start charging for carrier bags like ALDI and LIDL do, it's amazing how people will drag out old carrier bags rather than spend 10p on one at the checkout. Offering one measly clubcard point while still having checkouts full of free plazzy bags won't do ANY good at all.

ALL supermarkets need to change over to Biobags, or start charging - that's the only way a tiny difference will be made.

Luckily my neighbourhood seems to be free of the Wheelie-bin Police - for now....however when my bin was nicked a few weeks back I checked the lid of my new bin just in case there was a chip in it. If there had been I'd have bloody ripped the thing out.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Robbie @ Roundhay!

Well we got there at 9am and there were queus already. Got a good spot in the Golden Circle queue and when they opened the gates we bagged a spot RIGHT AT THE FRONT at the barrier, stage right. A FABULOUS night, great show and the RObster was about 3 metres away from us all night....ohhh the temptation!!!! We even got on Sky One for about 4 seconds ........









Friday, September 08, 2006

Oh Lindsay

Hollywood star Lindsay Lohan had a bag containing a reported £530,000-worth of jewellery stolen at Heathrow Airport.

Lohan reported the theft to police yesterday evening after noticing her expensive orange Hermes handbag had disappeared from her luggage trolley as she left Terminal One.

Er why on earth did dear Lindsay have £500k worth of jewellery perched on her luggage trolley? Why was it not in the care of her burly entourage, or even packed tightly in her large suitcases, which would have been harder to swipe than a Hermes handbag.

Airports are notorious for thieves swiping stuff off trolleys, if you turn your back for so much as 5 seconds. Miss Lohan should havea been a bit more aware. Hope she's insured, daft bint......

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Meanwhile in MadonnaLand, Mr Madonna Guy Ritchie is whingeing that he's sick of being "Mr Madonna". Friends say the adulation Madonna receives from her fans as she travels the world makes him feel like a "spare part". Says one: "He hates the idea of being Mr Madonna. He often finds himself sitting round bored, waiting for her."

DON'T MARRY SOMEONE AS FAMOUS AS MADONNA THEN. Specially when you are only a second-rate film director. Jeez where are these people's common sense????

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Inciting hatred or "just a bit of fun"?

Take a look at these images:








Now, replace the world "boys" with either "blacks", "Jews", or "girls". Would there be an outcry if tshirts with these slogans attributed to blacks, Jews or girls were put on general sale? You can bet your boots there would.

So why are they allowed to be sold featuring boys? Why is it acceptable for boys to be vilified like this?

"Oh it's a bit of fun" say the manufacturers, and the parents who buy them for their little girls to wear. But would they buy the same t-shirt for their son if it said "Girls are stupid - throw rocks at them"? I think not.

We are now so mired in legislation for "inciting hatred and encouraging violence", why aren't the manufacturers up in court for their line of clothing, calendars and mugs that feature this artwork (among many other categories)? Why are we seemingly undoing years of women's rights and bleatings for equality, by publicly stating that all boys, and therefore men, are stupid/crap/not equal to us, indeed beneath us?

How many little girls in the playground will throw stones at boys because she's seen it featured on a t-shirt? Or throw dirt at them - or even a knife? Or taunt the shyest boy in the class with "stupid" taunts util he feels less than worthless?

Kids are easily led, and seeing pictures like this in the shops will make her think that behaviour like this is acceptable. (No doubt if she DID throw rocks at a boy and injure him, the school would not discipline her, or take a pussyfooted approach to discipline, as is the trend nowadays).

I feel sorry for men nowadays - they're being forced to revel in their feminine side, use moisturiser, cry in public, express their feelings, be more attentive to their women, find where the clitoris is, learn to cook, and pretty much turn into pansies. Now the younger generation of girls are being trained to think boys are stupid and deserve nothing but abuse. Great honey, that will snare you a husband in the future!!

I long for the return of the macho man who fixed cars, put up shelves, built a gokart for his son, went fishing, drank beer, and wanted his tea on the table when he came home. I fear he will never return, if he tried to he would be knocked back by the screaming PC brigade (all decked out in their "we hate boys" t-shirts).

This crap should be banned. And if you think I'm being anal then fine, write to the manufacturers and demand that they release the same lines featuring blacks, Jews and women. Hey, we need equality man!!

Monday, September 04, 2006

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Och the Noo

Off to Scotland this Saturday for a week, can't wait - my first holiday since last OCTOBER. Don't care if the weather's crap at least I won't be rotting away at my desk where, during the big summer term break, there is NOTHING to do. Which is great cos it's easy money but it can be so BORING - specially as I have so much Fuzzbutt sewing to do at home!

Here is my latest FuzzFilm, enjoy!



Was at V Festival last weekend, fucking fantastic weekend despite the 8 hour drive to get there, the traffic jams, the utter lack of Police traffic control, the mud mud mud, the hour long trek to find an empty campsite with ten tons of gear on our backs, the portaloos, the rain, and the insomnia due to partying cockney wankers next to our tent. RADIOHEAD ROCKED! Then we got to our car to find that some bastard had reversed into it while leaving the night before, put a huge dent into the front bumper, and driven off without leaving his details. Karma will get him....







Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Busy building an Empire

Not many posts of late as Fuzzbutt has taken off very well and I've been very busy sorting orders and sewing new stock. Last night I was introduced to Microsoft MovieMaker, and produced my very first Fuzzbutt Infomercial:



I also came across this video of two little hammies in their wheel, so funny I nearly wet myself :D specially when both of them are in there!



Enjoy folks!

Monday, July 31, 2006

War - a child's view

I saw this poem while visiting the 95th Bomb Group USAAF museum in Horham - it was in a book of "thank you" letters from a local school who had visited the base. Their teacher had asked them to write letters of thanks and a poem about what they had learned about WW2.

"I wish I was not on this plane, because I might not come back.
I wish I was back at home because I do not want to fight.
I wish the war would stop because people are dying.
I wish the bombs would miss because homes are being destroy (sic)."

What an incredible poem from such a young child - the name and age were not there but the writing told me it was a VERY young child. He /she wrote this poem after spending just one day visiting the museum, looking at the pictures, and hearing stories of the airmen who came to East Anglia over 60 years ago.

It applied to WW2 and also to today's wars. We should all take note.

Friday, July 28, 2006

The 14 worst corporations in the world

Read this report then BOYCOTT!

http://www.jakobo.net/14-worst-companies/

It's amazing that we call ourselves a Civilized World and we trumpet our advancements in society and engineering etc etc, and yet there are still atrocities being committed in this world by some of the richest and most powerful people who HAVE the power to do GOOD with all their profits.... :o(

Monday, July 17, 2006

Life and ruminations

Been a long time since I waffled about life, the universe etc on here....but on Sunday a display pilot from a nearby airfield crashed into the back garden of a house in my friend's village, and was killed instantly. My friend saw the crash from another old WW2 airfield as she stood on top of the old Control Tower. She saw the plane looping and turning and running through it's display, then she saw it spiral towards the earth, heard the engine cut out, then saw the black smoke on the horizon. Had that pilot struggled to steer away from the houses in his last moments of life on earth? In his terror of knowing what was about to happen, were his last thoughts of the innocent people below him?

How many times was this scene repeated over 60 years ago as American Airmen at that same WW2 control tower watched as their buddies in cripped flak-ridden B17s struggled to reach the runway but crashed and were incinerated alive - so close to home and safety.

Thinking about the unfortunatel pilot it was awful to think that on that lovely sunny warm day, he had woken up totally unaware that today would be his last day on earth. Eating his breakfast he will have talked about going for a flight, then maybe meeting his mates later on for a barbeque in the evening sun. He may have said bye to his family, expecting to see them later, and they won't have given it another thought - presuming that yes, they would see him later.

Every day we wake up could be our last day on earth, and we are blissfully unaware of that fact. Every day we wake up AT SOME POINT in the future may be the day earmarked for us to leave this earth - maybe in 20,30 or 40 years time, maybe in 6 months, 6 weeks, 6 days? This day in 50 years time I may gasp my last breath as an old woman....I wonder what day it will be?

I like to think that every life decision we make sends us off into another parallell universe, made entirely from the consequences of that one life decision we made. That our lives are like huge trees with many branches, each branch representing our lives depending on what decisions we did or didn't make...so many different outcomes, situations, fortunes or misfortunes. Like the movie "Sliding Doors" where we can see the two lives Gwynneth Paltrow leads, depending on whether she missed or caught a tube train.

How I'd like to climb MY tree and follow some of those branches and see other lives I could have led. What if I'd stayed in Hull? Married a previous boyfriend? Never come to Norwich? Never got that job or bought that house? Where would I be now? Would I have a superfantastic life, or would I be trapped in a spiral of despair? If I'd left the house to drive down the motorway just 15 minutes later would I have been involved in that pile-up, would I be dead? If I'd taken that job instead of the other job I may have met a fantastic guy with pots of money who whisked me off to live a life of luxury? If things had worked out with my Australian ex would I be destined for a warm and sunny life Down-Under? I'd just love to see.

I can trace my lifes progress right back to when I first went on the internet, with my poxy little 56k modem. The internet definitely changed my life.....thru the internet I joined various karting forums, and met new friends....through those friends I met my Australian boyfriend and moved to Norwich to be nearer him....through him I was lucky enough to travel to Australia 4 times and do some fantastic scuba diving and jetskiing, and swimming with dolphins. Through coming to Norfolk I developed an interest in the 8th Air Force and WW2 aviation, and through that I started the swing dancing and met a whole new circle of friends, including my current bloke. Through meeting him I've travelled to America and had a dream flight on a B17 bomber
and met dozens of USAF veterans, a rare privelige.

Now I am secure here in Norwich with a great job and a house, and plenty to fill my days and good friends to fill them with.

What would my life be like had I never gone on the internet? Where would I be now?? And as I wake up tomorrow will it be my last day on earth? As I cycle to work will I see the car coming up behind me? When I see those that I care for should I always show that I care for and value them, just in case I never get that chance again?

We shoudl maybe all stop taking life for granted.....