drunks vs geriatrics / some blogs i like

so i was on the bus the other day and this couple (man and woman) of old drunks got on and well everybody moved towards the back of the bus because they smelled and looked dirty and no one wanted to sit next to them. the dude fell on the poor care in the community woman sat at the front; she, of course, freaked out. then the drunks sat on the side facing seats at the front. THEN this old dude dressed smartly starts yelling at the drunks calling them CUNTS and ranting on about how they are a disgrace. at first the woman was yelling back (the man was just kind of staring like he wasn't sure of his own name let alone wtf was going on) but then the old smart dude got all up in their faces and started punching them both in the face! eek! it was bizarre because they were like comedy slow-mo punches. BUT THEN he hit the dude on the head with his walking stick. FINALLY the driver intervened and made the smart dude get off, but the drunk woman had already kind of run off the bus. after he'd been kicked off, but before the drunk dude had got off the bus (he was just kind of staring and swaying) the smart guy HOOKED HIS WALKING STICK AROUND THE WOMAN'S NECK. not even joking. then he walked off with blood coming from his nose (i think he must have hit himself). the drunk guy got off too. meanwhile the care in the community woman had pissed herself.

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Um...

I can't really think of what to say about this. But it's definitely worth a look...

Odder than "Hannah Montana Linux x86 Edition"...

I am no longer vegetarian...

I am now vegan. I know that immediately this labels me in most people's eyes, but I can't help that.

I don't expect you to cook meals for me any more, Ali, Em or Mart! My reason for this change is because I realise that I have been living naively for four years...."free range" or "organic" do not mean "cruelty-free". They are labels that conjure up images of animals running free, but in reality they are money-spinning ideas where torture is still allowed as a law. The life of a dairy cow is a really miserable one - and then she gets slaughtered for fast food, anyway. I was a bit stupid to think that any "organic" food that the big supermarkets sold would originate from small, happy farms. I realised today, when I was at the train station, that I can no longer buy any snacks. No chocolate bars, no sandwiches. But this will save me money!

If you want to see the reasons why I have become vegan, google Earthlings the film. I think you can even view the whole horrific thing on youtube. You would not believe what we let happen behind closed doors. If you were aware, you wouldn't play a role in this cruelty.

I don't understand how people like to live in ignorance.

"why don't they just grab his balls?"

i miss glastonbury. it was over too quickly. and i miss you lis :( ryanair should have a sale soon and as soon as they do i will book my flights. i think i have 2 weeks off work at the end of next month.

also, i am going to atp 10 years weekend - do you guys want to come?

(sickface)

i was on the bus to work this morning and i felt really sick and then i thought i might actually vom so i had to get off the bus five stops before my stop. i think i'm sick from excitement.

For Em

Kreuzberg

Today Naomi and I went for a walk from Rough Kreuzberg (my preferred part of town) to Posh Kreuzberg, stopping off to sit at the river. I fed the swans a whole half-loaf of bread I had bought. They were eating it out of my hand and nearly made my fingers bleed...I don't know why ducks are more adept at eating from a hand than swans. Then we went to one of the abandoned buildings on a list of 'urban exploration sites' I have found. It's an old brewery in Posh Kreuzberg and I had seen photos of the inside on the internet. BUT we couldn't get inside at all - padlocks everywhere and bricked up doors and windows. We got through the fences, dodged the security guard in his little hut....but just couldn't get in. The place is typical of what is becoming of Berlin............the old being swallowed up by.................GENTRIFICATION (hahah, Tom, I bet you knew that word was coming). The building is being converted into awful new flats. I bet I will go there in six months and barely recognise the place. But, anyway, it was a great discovery, hidden right in the heart of town.

P.S. I don't think this blog site makes it all that clear that I share this page with two of my friends......so I don't have a love for Linux (that's obviously Martin writing that), and I don't have an even greater love for someone called Jimmy McNulty or a new tattoo (Em!)

P.P.S. It may be apparent that I am always wearing the same clothes in photographs.........that is because I am DOWN AND OUT IN BERLIN and will be writing a better sequel to Orwell's crappy book of a similar title.