If You've Got Shitty Footy...

...Then Yer Pro'ly a Rugby Town"
Bath
Day ?
That is what I think I've learned anyway. Take Bath for instance, we happened to be there on the day of a Rugby match. They were out in droves, yeah. Packed to the fekin lid. And Bath, no footy to speak of. Now I reckon that they'd pro'ly say the same thing 'bout Liverpool, no rugby to speak of there either, but we all know about footy, yeah. There's even the Blue Noses across the Park if you are into that sort of thing. Now I won't claim to be a rugby efficiannato, don't even really care for it, tell the truth, but in Bath they live breathe and shit the stuff. At least on matchday, but I think drinking cider and rugby must go together, I mean Magner's sponsors a whole league and Bath were/are sponsored by Blackthorne or something. Like I said, what I know about rugby you could fit in a wet paper bag (that's right the bottom wouldn't even fall out it is so little) and I am sure they might be confused if they showed up in the 'Pool on matchday and saw Carlsburg, Crown Paint, Candy, and now Standard Chartered sponsored stripes, but then again they like rugby so who knows.
I would be remiss I guess if I didn't mention we were still listening to the news and seeing no planes flying, but surely they would be back up by Sunday.

Interlude: Iraq

As promised here are some pictures from around camp. What I decided to show was some pictures of the very special features that we've added to Cell Block 300.


So here is a piece of "working" art that young Moreno has done for us. You'll note it looks a little like a movie theater, and that's what we asked for. Now with a projector and a DVD or Laptop this is where we show movies some nights. We've deffo come along way from the small TV that we were watching the NFL on when we first got here. A couple of you might be able to guess at who some of the silhouettes are, you can answer in the comments if you can.


Here you can see we also Co-opted the screen for the World Cup. Awesome right. This is Spain v Germany, the crowd isn't as big as it was for the couple of USA games we had on. But you can see that Yohan and I make up an almost complete kit. It wasn't just us that would watch either we have some of the Ugandan and Sierra Leone guards come by and sit with us too. Nothing like footy to bring people together. We got the chairs and table from another unit that left them out (no seriously they left them after they refraded home, what do you think we are a bunch of thieves?)
Today we got up at 0300, and yes some of us never went to sleep (not me I am too old for that game, but props to the rest of Those Guys {more on Those Guys last ride in another post}and everyone else who did the marathon-Cheers mates and thanks {'bout time some of them did any damn work anyway}) to pack up our stuff to send home.


"Said that's alright,

The deeper it bites,

I'm One Step Closer to Home"



End Interlude

So the Missus being the Jane Austin nut that she is has been to ol' Bath before and it was alright... pretty city and all that. All hills and the water running right through it. As seen below.

But I've got to say for me, it was a little too richy bitchy snobby wobbly. That's just me though I guess. Just not really my Cup of Tea. But speaking of tea...you can see the missus pictured below having a cuppa. We went to the Jane Austin Tea Room of somesuch and she just had to have a picture of her sipping with Mr. D'Arcy over her shoulder. I think she had me take one of her as thus with every bit of tech we had that day. Good thing we didn't have the Flip, otherwise you'd have to hear her slurp and slup.


Oh yeah the kid you can see in the back is part of some Continental invasion of richy people (that pro'ly plague ol' Bath all the fekin time). Probably from the Netherlands or somesuch proud Nordic blood and money. That and they charged us for like Two full teas, I mean they gave us two full teas, but bloody Hell lass, were the two of us really going to eat three scones each?

We did find an All Vegetarian Pub though, and that wasn't half bad, better in fact. I think upon walking in we were both a little afraid that it was going to be sprouts, cucumbers, tofu, and dirt but they actually had pub grub done without the death. T''was nice, I mean they generally have more veg options Everywhere than we do in the States (you notice I didn't even mention here right) but this was nice to be able to go for it, nice to know it can be done too. But again probably only in the Richy Whitchy places. I mean it was a nice day outside and I chose to sit inside, cos of the bag of loud cunts that were sitting laughing too loud with all their shopping bags 'round 'em. Whatever though it was cool.


So above is the your truly and the missus at some fancy place that I should probably remember about, but don't. We over heard a tour guide, I know right, a "Walking Tour of Bath" with the guide talking about how some crazy old bird had a visit from the Home Office cos she'd painted her door blue. You see this semi-circle of row house is like Hoyty toyty land and everything must be wonderful and the same. "Fek tha'" I say, it's like those damn Home Association, think they can tell you what you can do with yer own property, "fek'em I own the damn house don't I?" So good for you lady, just wish you'da painted it Red.

So we weren't long in Bath, cos we still thought we was gonna fly the next day. Little did we know, yeah. That's right folks we are headed into Free Vacation. Actually it cost us quite a bit, but you have to think of it as Extra Innings, yeah free baseball and all that, yeah.

Oh and you know if you can't always see the pictures real well you can click on them and they'll open up a bit bigger. Don't know if I mentioned that or not, but I actually found out awhile ago.

Cheers,
g

On Beyond

Cardiff, Wales
Caerdydd, Cymru
Day ?

So with heavy hearts did we leave the Promised Land...(shoulda never left) and headed southerly towards the capitol and the airplanes that would take us elsewhere. Or so we thought, see things were already weird with the Icelandic volcano eruption and all that. Maybe we shouldn't have been such optimists and just called the damn airlines before we left Liverpool. But coulda, shoulda, woulda don't count for much. But next time...we'll know better. If you are given that big a sign, only a fool wouldn't take it, right? Well colour me and the missus foolish then, cos we didn't.

Not that isn't to say we didn't have a good time on our trip south, seeing some things and places that neither of us had before. But given a second chance, yeah we'd've stuck around the 'Pool a little longer and still been able to do most of the stuff that we really enjoyed. Now I don't know what people imagined with the volcano shutting down all the airports, maybe it was supposed to look like some Post-Apocalypse thing, or like dust storm here in Iraq. But we really had lovely weather, sunshine and clear skies for the most part. And this is Britain don't you know.

So we headed out to Cymru, also known as Wales. Also know to be home of the original Britains, yeah. We hit Cardiff cos its supposed to have a rift between time and space running through it and had a pretty great time. Found our favorite brewery "Brains" the Official Brewery of Wales. And learned that like places in Canada everything on every sign is written in two languages. Welsh and English, it is nice cos it shows that Wales aren't going to let anyone grind them down. The Red Dragon may seem to be sleeping, but when the time comes for it to wake up...well Englishmen beware.

First up we visited the Doctor Who exhibit. The new series chronicling the adventures of The Doctor and his companions are produced by BBC Wales so they keep it all alive in a mall. This is the one standing exhibit, there are a couple of others that travel around though. So we found a pint and went into the show.

Here's the missus with "Poor Lazlo"
And yours truly with the Daleks, "Exterminate!"

Interlude: Iraq

Weird really it seems sometimes that I am going to actually finish my tour here before I finish my Tour of Duty. Not much to report from this side of the world it is just day-in-day-out sort of doings. But while I've got your attention I thought I would say something about the Comments box that lies at the bottom of each post. I really do like getting the Comments, I really hoped that this would be an interactive thing. Where I could not only digress left and right, but also where you the people could have your say. I do check on them often, so don't feel like if you've had to catch up on a few posting at a time you can't comment on whatever you like.

I took some more pictures of 'round here and will get them up soon. There are a few more I want to take and maybe even some video. So stay tuned.

End Interlude

So here we are in front of the Big Ass fountain, yup that's water running down that thing behind us. This is all at Millennium Centre/Roald Dahl Plaza (yeah the "James & the Giant Peach" etc, guy was Welsh and I guess some kinda spy or something. Below is the Theater the inscription is in Welsh and English and didn't actually say "Bad Wolf" but, "In These Stones Horizons Sing." Oh, yeah and what you can't really tell is that the words are actually windows, pretty cool.

And I would be very remiss if I didn't take a picture in front of the Norwegian Church.



How cool is that? The church is an arts centre now but it goes way back to when Cardiff Bay had a swinging port and the old Norge salts needed a place to pray.

Wales is cool, check it out sometime. We have only scratched the surface but definitely deserves more time. And you never know you just might run into the Welsh Wonder, Mr. Tom Jones.

Cheers,
g

So, Funny Story

Picture if you will the missus and I riding in our newly rented Fiat Bravura (or some such, not a bad little car...unlike the other rental this one had a boot you could fit the world in) on our way to Anfield to the Memorial. She's driving cos I choose not to when I can (here or there) so the only thing you've got to wrap your mind around is that she's on the side I would usually be on and viceversa, right.

"We need to find somewhere to park," she says.

"Yeah, okay there's carparks about I'm sure," say I calmly and cooly (natch.) "There's one over there Five Pounds."

Its a dirt lot right with a few cars parked and a boy and a coupla girls sitting talking next to the Sharpie on cardboard sign that says something like "Park 5 Pounds (but with they symbol, yeah.) Now I'd rather give my money to the young scallie than some faceless whatever.

"Okay," says the missus hands gripped on the wheel, glint in her eye. "Do you think we can get in that way?"

"No," says I plain and simple. Its a bit of a pit sort of lot, if you get my meaning. There's a sidewalk and all that and its on the corner. Looking at the cars that are there and where the kid is sitting, mixed with the fact that I can see where it is graded on the other street. I take all this in an instant...I've already voiced my opinion when I feel the Fiat sway towards what is NOT the entrance.

Now I just had a thought, maybe I've been mishearing the missus all these years. Maybe instead of asking questions she's actually making a statement. You know, I may hear, "Do you want to...?" "Do you think...?" etc when actually she's saying "You think..." "You want to..." It would be the perfect explanation really, cos it always seems to be my fault even when I have obviously said, "No."

Not sure but its a thought, yeah.

Back to the story...

"No," I say and grip whatever I can as we swerve into what could be very, very bad.

Sure enough there's a crunch and a long deep scrape as we bump into this pit that has become this kid's carpark. As we are shaken wildly about the car I can imagine sparks flying and things falling off. A trail of parts going from the curb to wherever the car dies. The kid he jumps up, the girls giggle and he runs over.

I've gone like a ghost...pale, eyes wide, mouth hanging down, and white knuckles grasping for life. The missus, yeah she's got this wild look in her eyes that says anything between, "Wow, we're alive" to "I might've shat meself." Eyes glinting, strange deranged smile playing across her mouth. The kid slides up to the car in a cloud of dust and debris. The missus rolls (Is there another word for that now that most car windows don't actually roll down? Food for thought...feel free to post thoughts in the comments below.)

"Oh," says the young scallie. I see his look mirrors something between my terror and the missus insanity. "Yer Fekin Mad, you!"

This kid is going to go far, serious master of understatement and with the ability to suss out people with only a glance and a bit of crazy driving, he's gonna be alright.

"The las' guy who di tha'," he says sticking his head almost all the way into the car. I think he might have wanted to check and see if there was any blood or gore plastered all over the interior of the car. "He tore the 'ole undercarriage off his, yeah."

Pulled back from my near death experience I have to smile and nod at the boy. "You don't know the half of it la'." is all I can think.

No the car to my utter shock had not left the trail of flotsam and jetsom behind it. In fact there wasn't even a scratch (showing) on it. When we came back there wasn't even the puddle of vital fluid laying underneath, soaking in the ground that I expected. So yeah the Fiat Brava (whatever) good car, yeah.

"Yer fekin mad, you!" that's me wife.

Cheers,
g

Remembrance

Liverpool
15 April 2010

Twenty-one years to the day we sat in the Kop to remember and pledge our support for justice that has been so long in the waiting.
On 15 April 1989 thousands of Liverpool supporters traveled to Sheffield to a FA Cup Semi-Final Game against Nottingham Forrest. The traveled by coach, car, train...however they could to see their beloved Reds take on Forrest at Hillsborough Stadium.

96 never came back.

Twenty-one years on and Liverpool...the City, the club, the supporters, and the families are still searching for Justice for the 96. There are better places to get the hard facts, I will list them near the bottom for more reading. Before Hillsborough, before the Taylor report that came after it, fans were put into standing pens...like animals. Which in Thatcher's England that is what they were. The stadium was a disgrace and had been the sight of an earlier crush in 1981. The police were unprepared and inept in dealing with the event.

Oh they had been told to watch out for, "those Scouse bastards" and plagued fans all the way from the motorway to the stadium. They sat and watched as people died. People...mothers, fathers, daughter, sons, grandparents...died.

And the police sat on their hands and lied. The chief superintendent said there was a "pitch invasion" that a gate was forced open. That Liverpool supporters had "shown up late, without tickets, and drunk."

Families rushed however they could to Sheffield to learn about their loved ones, because this isn't the modern age, instant messaging and cell phones didn't exist. There was no Internet. Families and friends that had been separated tried anyway they could to find out what was happening the were taken by bus to hospitals and then back to a nearby gymnasium that had been turned into a morgue. There they were forced to look at Polaroid pictures pinned to a wall, then questioned like guilty parties on how much their son or daughter had to drink, how much they had had to drink. Once identified bodies were whisked away, "property of the coroner."

Lord Justice Taylor was head of the first inquest in which he exonerated the fans and laid the blame on the police and stadium management. The Taylor Report change the way stadiums were run, built, and controlled. But then the cover up came. And the out and out lies.

Another inquest was begun by the West Midlands Police Department, investigating the South Yorkshire Police Department. And the lies and cover up began in earnest. Families were drug in and out of courtrooms for years, finding new evidence and seeing it never come to light.

"The Sun" newspaper ran an article that was nothing more than propaganda and fancy. The full page headline said..."The Truth: Some Fans Picked the Pockets of Victims. Some Fans Urinated on the Brave Cops. Some Fans Beat Up PC Giving the Kiss of Life." All lies, purportedly overheard in a pub and ran to make money. Fact is it was fans out there "giving the kiss of life." Fans who tore down advertisement boards to carry victims out to the ambulances that the police wouldn't let in. Fans who had been crying for days and would cry for days more.

The search for the Real Truth goes on, and still the people of Liverpool fight for justice. Not just the families, the Club, the supporters, but the entire City. This is one of those things that makes Liverpool very special. Even the cross town rivals Everton care, they were there in the aftermath, a line of scarves and flowers crossed Stanley Park which separates the clubs stadiums. They were there then and they are still there twenty-one years later. They cried out for "Justice for the 96" with the rest of us. They even sang our anthem "You'll Never Walk Alone" the people care. Try and imagine your hometown doing that, standing together on something for so long.

A moment of silence was started with the blow of the refs whistle at 3:06, the time when the match was called off. A silence that draped the whole city and then the church bells rang 96 times. Prayers were said, hymns were sung, candles lit, and 96 balloons were set free into the sky.

Liverpool has been doing this for twenty-one years and if need be will surely go on for eternity. But God I hope they don't have to.

Below are the names and the ages of the 96.

Rest In Peace

• John Alfred Anderson (62)
• Colin Mark Ashcroft (19)
• James Gary Aspinall (18)
• Kester Roger Marcus Ball (16)
• Gerard Bernard Patrick Baron (67)
• Simon Bell (17)
• Barry Sidney Bennett (26)
• David John Benson (22)
• David William Birtle (22)
• Tony Bland (22)
• Paul David Brady (21)
• Andrew Mark Brookes (26)
• Carl Brown (18)
• David Steven Brown (25)
• Henry Thomas Burke (47)
• Peter Andrew Burkett (24)
• Paul William Carlile (19)
• Raymond Thomas Chapman (50)
• Gary Christopher Church (19)
• Joseph Clark (29)
• Paul Clark (18)
• Gary Collins (22)
• Stephen Paul Copoc (20)
• Tracey Elizabeth Cox (23)
• James Philip Delaney (19)
• Christopher Barry Devonside (18)
• Christopher Edwards (29)
• Vincent Michael Fitzsimmons (34)
• Thomas Steven Fox (21)
• Jon-Paul Gilhooley (10)
• Barry Glover (27)
• Ian Thomas Glover (20)
• Derrick George Godwin (24)
• Roy Harry Hamilton (34)
• Philip Hammond (14)
• Eric Hankin (33)
• Gary Harrison (27)
• Stephen Francis Harrison (31)
• Peter Andrew Harrison (15)
• David Hawley (39)
• James Robert Hennessy (29)
• Paul Anthony Hewitson (26)
• Carl Darren Hewitt (17)
• Nicholas Michael Hewitt (16)
• Sarah Louise Hicks (19)
• Victoria Jane Hicks (15)
• Gordon Rodney Horn (20)
• Arthur Horrocks (41)
• Thomas Howard (39)
• Thomas Anthony Howard (14)
• Eric George Hughes (42)
• Alan Johnston (29)
• Christine Anne Jones (27)
• Gary Philip Jones (18)
• Richard Jones (25)
• Nicholas Peter Joynes (27)
• Anthony Peter Kelly (29)
• Michael David Kelly (38)
• Carl David Lewis (18)
• David William Mather (19)
• Brian Christopher Mathews (38)
• Francis Joseph McAllister (27)
• John McBrien (18)
• Marion Hazel McCabe (21)
• Joseph Daniel McCarthy (21)
• Peter McDonnell (21)
• Alan McGlone (28)
• Keith McGrath (17)
• Paul Brian Murray (14)
• Lee Nicol (14)
• Stephen Francis O'Neill (17)
• Jonathon Owens (18)
• William Roy Pemberton (23)
• Carl William Rimmer (21)
• David George Rimmer (38)
• Graham John Roberts (24)
• Steven Joseph Robinson (17)
• Henry Charles Rogers (17)
• Colin Andrew Hugh William Sefton (23)
• Inger Shah (38)
• Paula Ann Smith (26)
• Adam Edward Spearritt (14)
• Philip John Steele (15)
• David Leonard Thomas (23)
• Patrik John Thompson (35)
• Peter Reuben Thompson (30)
• Stuart Paul William Thompson (17)
• Peter Francis Tootle (21)
• Christopher James Traynor (26)
• Martin Kevin Traynor (16)
• Kevin Tyrrell (15)
• Colin Wafer (19)
• Ian David Whelan (19)
• Martin Kenneth Wild (29)
• Kevin Daniel Williams (15)
• Graham John Wright (17)

"You'll Never Walk Alone"

For more information please go to

http://www.liverpoolfc.tv/history/hillsborough

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillsborough_Disaster

http://www.lmgtfy.com/?q=hillsborough+

That's all I've got for now. I am a bit drained and moved, but remind me next time, cos I do have a funny anecdote from the day. I just wanted this to stand on it's own. I could go on and on, but I just wanted to say Something...Anything.
Oh, one more thing. When Rafael Benitez was fired (again Mutual Agreement my arse) he donated 96,000 Pounds to the Hillsborough Family Support Group, tell me he's not a stand up guy. A guy we shoulda kept, I know it's "All Hands on Deck" for Roy now but...Rafa you were a class act.

Cheers
g
"Justice for the 96!"

A Few Things

Okay folks let's do an all Iraq post, jam packed with pictures. So without further ado...

First up the Kia TruckAll. This is the only place where I have seen this bad boy. I wish I had something to put this into perspective. I know I'll wait until about 1600 today and take a better picture of it next to the full-size truck and gator that park by my trailer until quitting time. Yeah that's what they do they hid out around here "on a call" I assume, until they can go back to their bosses and quit for the day. Pathetic but true, the contractors have sunk to an all new low. At first I didn't really pay attention to it, but when its EVERYDAY...
So a few of the guys and I have talked about getting these fine automobiles when we get back to the States, can't you just picture it on 22's with flames, and chrome...bitch'n. Of course we'll have to find five or six of our closest friends to climb out Clown Car Style.

Here's a site of Trailer Park Deluxe, you can see doors and steps for miles, what more could you want. I know next time I will take a picture just outside where you can see the trash cans all lined up. Actually we probably have to coolest block in Iraq, with the improvements we've made. I will have to take a few shots to show how cool Pad 16 Cell Block 300 really is.


And here I am right outside my door, you can all see how the hair is doing. The sign on the T-Wall (monolith) across the way points out that there is a "Bunker" behind it. It is also the way to the toilets and showers.



I would like to introduce you to my alter-ego, G. Blackie. He lives in the X-Box 360 on FIFA 10. He's worked his way up through the Football League (League 2, League 1, and the Championship) with stints in Serie B (Italy) and Tippelang Super League (Norway) to finally achieve his dream to Captain Liverpool FC. He wears the special number 23 (me and the missus anniversary {sorry Jamie lad}) and has helped me get through the tough times.





Next I'll have to take pictures of Azul Pastrami, he lives in Snap's PS3 and he is a battler in Tiger Woods Golf. West Side, Snap, Stacker, and I have all promised to keep our Tiger Tiger Woods, Y'all tournaments going when we get back (the missus even approved of the PS3 purchase) so we've blocked out time on Sundays to play online. G. Blackie will have a cousin on there too, in FIFA 10, FIFA World Cup 2010, and FIFA 11. Hopefully I can even get the missus on board for the FIFA.

That's all I have right now, I am on Quarters for the next couple of days though, so I should be able to do a couple more posts. We are going to watch the Spain v Germany Semi tonight outside I will have to take some pictures of the event. We've got it hooked up pretty good, come along way from the little TV outside way back when we got here.

Cheers,
g

'Round & 'Round

Liverpool
Day ?

So here are some shot of around Merseyside, we spent an afternoon just wandering around taking pictures and takin' in the sights. Went up to St. George's Hall and took some pictures of the fountain, not "The Fountain" mind ('cept it is featured in the center of the album booklet, in black & white) still haven't found that one.

Also took in the Liverpool Cathedral, a modern marvel built in the early 1900's using all only the tools and processes that were available at the time. When thought of in that sense it really is a marvel I guess. It is very cool inside and out, we didn't do the Tower Tour (maybe next time, maybe at night...who knows though.) Like all good cathedrals (I suppose) it have as great garden/cemetery. With a natural spring (see picture of yours truly and the missus below) and everything, a nice walk (yes dear well worth the time and the effort) and Jennifer now knows where she wants to live when we move. The are a couple of real nice areas 'round the cathedral where I could see myself living. Still near enough to a few locals and the city centre, yeah I could see that...

Interlude: Iraq

So i have taken it upon myself to try and see beyond my own jaded eyes and take pictures of the things I see every day. So I took a couple out my door at Iraqhenge. I can just see Aliens or people from the future wandering around trying to figure out what all these concrete monoliths were for. They'll probably find some pogs hidden underneath the mile deep gravel that they just keep piling on top. Seriously I bet if you took some kind of sample or a reading of the elevation 'round here before we got here and one now, it would probably be significantly higher.


I also got one of Target Reference Point 49, the tower that stands above our compound. This is just a joke, but when we first got here and saw it all lit up...that was our first thought. "Wow at least the bad guys have something to aim at."


And then there is the bunker right outside of our shop door. I've spent alot of time in this bunker. Sometimes for IDF (InDirect Fire) but mostly for smoking. More on this later, not the smoking or the IDF, just the bunker, it has a very special feature...probably the only one like it in Iraq.


End Interlude

So our tour took us all the way up to the seaside town of Southport, at bit of where the more well to do live and play. We all know these places from wherever we live, be it Santa Barbara, Marin, or El Dorado Hills...its all the same. But we did get out to the ocean and got to take in more of Meresyside.


And it just wouldn't be right if we didn't find something that bore the ol' namesake. Knotty Ash is an old district of Liverpool. I think we stopped and had a pint somewhere 'round here, but I couldn't be sure. Evidently there is or was a giant ol' Ash Tree that was the city centre (we never did find it) and I am guessing it was knotty or maybe people got naught 'round it.



So as much as I hate to admit it we are drawing to a close on our time in Liverpool. We do have one very special day left though. It's funny thinking about it now I almost feel the same sadness that I did then. Don't worry though, we'll be back, and thanks to the Icelandic volcano there is still plenty of travelogue to go. I think I might just make it to the end of tour with it. Of course I really should get to doing this thing daily or more than weekly or whatever I am doing now.

Then the next question comes...do I keep this thing going once the tour ends? I don't know yet, but I think it might be a good idea. Sure it won't be as exciting or fancy or whatever, but it is a way to work through things. I've had some high points and some low points over this year and through this blog. So yeah maybe I think I will, but it will leave it to the people. What do you want?

Cheers,
g

Another Sign of the Apocalypse

There is no definitive list of the Seven Signs, but this must not be the Seventh, cos I don't see Demi Moore anywhere.

So here I am watching Stephen Colbert, and he has on weirdo who has turned his New York City backyard into a "farm" and wrote a book. Sounds okay on the outside, but first he titles his book off a Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) lyric, "My Empire of Dirt" (from "Hurt" famously covered by Johnny Cash.) Strike One, especially when you get a look at the goober.

Strike Two (and maybe this isn't this guys fault, but) he starts throwing out this word..."Localvore." Has anyone else heard of this? Evidently, "Localvores" only eat food within a particular radius (ie 100 miles from their home.) This sounds like a good idea in part. It also seems like something pompus arse do to be "cool" or justify their meat eating. You can tell it must be some kind of shite thinking, cos they named it. Fekinel, I hate labels and the people who use them.

And on to Strike Three...then he starts talking about what he tried to "grow" and the first thing he mentions is fish, and then rabbits. You don't fekin grow fish, you don't grow rabbits. It makes me sick. The whole "animal agriculture" thing, it just isn't right. You don't grow living creature, you can raise them I suppose, but doesn't that hint at caring for them.

So yeah, this must be another sign of the Apocalypse, not really sure how many we have left. The world though going to Hell in a handbasket, so you'd better hold on cos chances are you'll be wandering 'round the circles of the underworld next to an animal "grower" or a fekin "Localvore."

I know I promised something better and sooner, but this really got to me.

Cheers,
g