Wednesday, 9 December 2009

A Moral Dilemma

Hello folks,

Earlier today I had a text message discussion with my best friend, which lead to an interesting 20 minute or so debate a bit later on the subject. I've been thinking about it a bit more tonight, and so I've decided to blog about it and see what you guys think.

Let me tell you the full story.

When I was at secondary school, I had a handful of good friends, and then quite a few people who I considered as friends but weren't particularly close to, even though they had been in my friend "circle" throughout school and throughout 6th Form College . One of whom was a lad called Charles, a guy who I sat next to in quite a few classes, shared a love of Afroman with, and generally got on well with. Not best buddies, but friends.

After we finished 6th Form College, and went our separate ways, something happened with Charles. I feel a bit uncomfortable typing it out here, so I'm going to link you to the story itself - as it's out in the public domain, and the court case has finished, I see no problem in doing this:


I have not spoken to Charles since we left college, and haven't seen him either.

So, here's the moral dilemma. He's popped up on my Facebook home page, under a little box saying "People you may know" and inviting me to add him as a friend. I have no wish to do so, and quite frankly I neither want to see him or talk to him ever again. However this little box also tells me that 3 of my Facebook friends have befriended him (you following this?) ie. We now have "3 mutual friends". One of which is my friend I mentioned earlier.

I sent him a text earlier, telling him I was surprised he added him. When he enquired why, I made the point that I could never forgive him for what he did, and getting in touch with him again would, in a weird way, almost be condoning his actions. My friend texted me back with a very eloquent and intelligent text, and here it is, in full:

"I suppose that's the difference between you and me. Whilst I don't condone what he did, it's not like he raped someone or touched up kids. He has been prosecuted and has to live with that shame for the rest of his life. He has never wronged me, and was a good friend to me at secondary school. As a Catholic, it is not for me to cast judgement on him."

I understand his point, but my response was that by his actions, which were deliberate, calculated and methodical, he has put himself up to be judged. We may not like to judge someone, but if we don't than what happens? No criminal would ever be punished. He was a friend of mine as well, but to me that is now irrelevant. And whilst he did not rape someone, or touch up children, he also committed a crime that has led to him being placed on the Sex Offenders List for 10 years. That should signal to everyone the serious nature of what he did.

I've typed all that up because I would like your thoughts. Whilst I'm not religious, should I be "more Catholic", and be quicker to forgive? Should I get in touch with him, and tell him how I feel - although how would that help any? Or should I just continue to blank him out of my life and carry on regardless?

I'd be interested to see what you think, it's an interesting one.

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

What. The. Fuck.

People who have completed the internet like me will know that a common abbreviation is WTF, standing for, indeed, "What The Fuck". In light of that, here's a video I've just seen:



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Sunday, 6 December 2009

Busy Busy Busy

Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately, but it's all go here at Lovejoy Towers. Over the next few days I have to:
  • Contribute to a group presentation and project.
  • Organise 'Gary Wilmot's Tablecloth Diary' (don't ask)
  • Help Little Ewar with his homework, and his costume for his Nativity play on Wednesday evening.
  • Find a new Ana Ivanovic desktop background.
  • Complete Lego Indiana Jones on the XBox.
  • Play Facebook poker (an addiction, tbf)
  • Buy Xmas presents
  • Buy birthday presents....for me. (I'm not joking either)
  • Try and do some exercise before the late December eating splurge.
  • Do a WOLF posting.
Actually, let's do that WOLF posting now, get it out of the way. Let's have the question please!

[De Quincey’s] narrative persists in oscillating uneasily between affirmation and admonition: dreaming itself is seen as both prophetic and Satanic; while Miltonic allusions place the Imagination first in heaven or paradise, then in hell or the fallen world… It plays on the drawing together of imaginative worlds – the paradise within of beatific vision, and the unfathomable hell within of suffering’. – Lucy Newlyn

Yeah, slight problem. The problem being that I understand about TWO FUCKING WORDS of that. And I gave up on the book on Page 20 because it was pompous, pseudo-intellectual shit. I'm off to copy Shaun's posting, and then do other stuff that needs to be done today (watch football). I'll be back soon with a post about straw hats! I haven't forgotten!

Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Oh God, He's Back

Remember our old friend Alwyn Cox from Oswestry? He's back, kids, and he's even grumpier than usual. Whilst this latest letter into the Sloppy Star isn't particularly interesting, it's made me laugh enough to blog about it. Cynical Ben - fear not! I have not forgotten the straw hats blog. Oh no! But let's have a look at this letter first:

Dear council employees, if any of you find it necessary to contact me by telephone again do not have the temerity to hide behind a withheld number.

Useful letter this. Thanks for writing this in to the local newspaper, and not the council themselves.

If you need to withhold your number for whatever self important reason you have given yourself to justify doing so, then you must tell me who I am speaking to before I tell you if you have contacted the person you wish to speak to.

I have a slight problem here. This Morning has just started, featuring the lovely Holly Willoughby. I currently have man flu, meaning I have a box of tissues next to me. We also have workmen in, and one of them has just walked in to ask me something whilst I'm sitting here in my pyjamas, watching Holly Willoughby with a box of tissues next to me. You do the math.

Don't you dare ever again phone me on my personal phone and expect me to identify myself to an anonymous voice.

Are you still banging on? Jesus, we get the point.

If you phone me, you tell me who you are before I speak to you.

Is it just me, or is this breathtaking arrogance?

The woman that phoned me on Thursday found that she had to identify herself pretty quickly before I cut her off.

That's one way to interact with a woman. Another good one is to kick her in the fanny. Trust me on that one, Alwyn.

Only when I knew who I was speaking to did I tell her that she was speaking to the intended person. It would have been much better if she had identified herself the moment that I answered the call. Better manners also.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Try something like the following - "Good after-noon. I am Mrs So-and-so speaking from Shirehall. Can I please speak to Mr Cox?"

Breath taking. I literally do not know what to say about this anymore.

Good manners do not take a lot of brain power.

End of letter. Wow. The funny thing is Alwyn, I'm half-tempted to agree with you, if you weren't being such a pompous buffoon about it.

Next week in Alwyn's letter - how a waitress should serve him correctly!

Thursday, 26 November 2009

1/3

A few days ago I agreed to whore out my blog for you loyal readers, and invited you to leave words/comments/phrases/places/names of anything you wanted, which I then promised to blog about. Many thanks for the people who have commented so far - if you haven't, and wish to, there is still time! Drop me a comment on the blog entry below and I'll endeavour to blog about the subject of your choice.

Anyhow, here's my reaction to the first comment that was left. Let's have a look-see:

Dan said...

Ten reasons why you love that Drinking In LA song by that Bran Flakes 9000 shower so much. Ta.


Aha! Nice and easy. Thanks Dan, although I'll think you'll find you mean Bran Van 3000!



1) First of all, the band name is awesome. I mean, c'mon - Bran Van 3000. That is brilliant. Much better than rubbish names like Snow Patrol. Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Dogs Die in Hot Cars.

2) I'm a huge fan of 'One Hit Wonders', and despite being a huge fan of this song, I cannot name another Bran Van song, nor have I ever listened to one. I don't think they ever had any other hits, which just tickles me.

3) I love the start - the mundane nature of radio phone-in quizzes. "What is Todd's favourite cheese", it sums up the banality of them beautifully.

4) The line "Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort" always reminds me of my personal tutor, the greatest personal tutor you could ever wish to have. (PLUG - If you have Facebook, please sign up to The Official Jackie Pieterick Appreciation Thread - Dan and I would appreciate that as we're trying to get to 100 fans. Ta.)

5) The song has given me the phrase "Give us a ring-ding-ding!" which I tend to leave on people's answer machines.

6) It references Julie Newmar, a woman who every boy who's watched the TV series of Batman has fantasised over.

7) The chorus pretty much sums up things that we all think, at one point or another - "Why am I here?" "What am I doing?" "Should I be doing something better with my time?" etc. You can relate to the self-reflection and internal questioning.

8) It features the word 'butkis'. C'mon.

9) I like the way at the end of the song, "LA" becomes "Hell-A". Very simple, but pretty accurately sums up what I would make of that city.

10) It's awesome, okay?

That good enough for you Dan?

ADDENDUM - It turns out that blog readers are now not showing my latest blog entries at all. Looking at other blogs, they're all saying my last post was a week ago, which is inaccurate. SO my only advice to you is to keep on popping by and manually check to see if I've blogged. After all, I wouldn't want you missing out on my next blog post, where I debate whether straw hats are good or bad...

Monday, 23 November 2009

Seeing isn't Believing

Morning all. Thanks for the comments in my last blog post, and I'll get round to tackling all of them very soon. If you wish to take part, there's still time! Just leave me a comment.

But for now I wish to look at a letter that was sent into Wednesday's Sloppy Star. Bit of a change of theme here folks - it's not about the EU, nor Afghanistan, nor the BNP. It's about something far more important than those issues, and is something that particularly applies to the people of Shropshire. Let's have a look at the title of your letter, A Harrison from Mucky Wenlock!

X Factor judge Cowell should change name

Are you excited? I'm excited!

Spot on Shirley.

I've no idea what the start to his letter means, but insert your own "Airplane" based joke here.

When X Factor judge Simon Cowell failed to dismiss the twins, John and Edward, after slating them week after week, shows when push comes to shove, he chickens out. Perhaps his name should be changed to Simon Coward.

What you did there - I see it.

In not dismissing the Deadwoods

What you did there - I see it.

he got rid of the best female singer, Lucie Jones (Stacey Solomon has no chance).

YOU HEAR THAT, SOLOMON? Fuck off, yeah? You have literally no chance, you tone-deaf bitch. Forget the fact that Paddy Power, William Hill, Ladbrokes all have you second favourite in the betting. Might as well walk before you're pushed, honey. IT IS OVER.

Could it be that after female singers winning the last two shows there is a vacancy for a male singer this year?

I'll address this in a bit. Mainly because you're stumbling on the point, but you're not quite there.

If one does win I wonder who will sign him up?

No need to wonder anymore Mr Harrison! The answer is Simon Cowell.

It makes you wonder if the whole show is rigged.

It is. Now that you've finished your letter Mr Harrison, make yourself a cup of tea and pull a chair up. I need to explain a few things to you.

When I was at primary school I had a friend who's parents were divorced. He lived with his Mum down on the South Coast, whilst his Dad lived and worked in London. He worked "in TV", and his job was mainly to recruit people to appear on various TV programmes. Most of the time these people were part-time actors looking to make a few quid. I remember having a good laugh with him when Vanessa Feltz got in trouble for having actors on her "agony aunt" show, as he knew more than anyone else that all similar shows at the time were doing exactly the same.

That was late-90s, but the con still goes on. Channel 5 quiz 'Brainteaser' was taken off air after they had a "viewer" phone in to win some cash, who just happened-oops!-to be someone who worked behind the scenes on the show. Even the hallowed 'Blue Peter' got in trouble a few years back for ignoring a public vote and calling their new cat what they wanted it to be called.

What's the point I'm trying to make here, you wonder? Well, the point is that TV is an interesting medium, as most times what you see certainly isn't what you get. And that leads me back onto X-Factor. I absolutely hate the programme, as I can see through it.

It is nothing more than a money spinning machine for Simon Cowell, who preys on young people's hopes and dreams with scant regard for them or their careers. Mr Harrison, you are wrong in thinking that as females have won the show these past few years, it has to be a male this time around. The winner of the X-Factor this year will be the artist who can make Simon Cowell the most money. Male, female, alien, wookie, whoever. Please don't think the phone vote makes any difference either. Simon Cowell will pick the winner, as Simon Cowell does not give a shit about you. And once he's made his money being the producer of the X-Factor, and he's milked the artist for as much as he can, he won't give a shit about them either.

Sad, isn't it? And it won't change until you all do the right thing - turn that shit off.

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Opening the Floor

I'll be honest, I have nothing to blog about. Nowt. Nil. Nada. The letters into The Shropshire Star have been dull. I've calmed down a bit. No-one else famous has died (yet).

So, here's an idea. I'm going to whore out my blog to you, my loyal readers. If you want me to blog about something, leave a comment here.

You could possibly choose just one word - ie. "cheese", "love", "confabulation".

Maybe a person - "Biggles", "Joe Cole", "Albrecht von Hohenzollern".

Maybe a place - "New York", "Telford", "Addis Ababa".

Pop a comment down, and I'll blog about it. Promise.