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Showing posts with label city. Show all posts
Showing posts with label city. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Blog 29: City Life

City Life is sooo wierd compared to Harpenden life...
I LOVE being so near to actual shops rather than shops that only sell chocolate or thai food. I LOVE that I can nip out the house for 30 mins and get me something from WHSmith or HMV or other chain stores. I LOVE how I have 3 Maccy D's within walking distance as well as 4 subways, and as a friend discovered, about 18 Greggs. I can walk to the cinema or walk to go bowling, or walk to PC World; all of these where options unavailable to me in Harpenden, unless I had an awful lot of time.
But of course City Life has some of its downsides. It's extremely busy, which isn't too big of a problem except it never seems to die down. It doesn't matter if it's the weekend or tuesday at 11 it always seems to be relentlessly full of people. Of course, this isn't helped by the fact that some stupid people are just to ignorant and stupid to realise how busy it is. I was walking through town making good time and I (perhaps it was my fault) unknowingly slipped down the smaller left hand lane by some cordoned off for roadworks area along the main pedestrian shopping area in Leeds. And I managed to get trapped behing not 1, but 2 REALLY fat ladies. Now, I have nothing against fat people, and some of my harsher critics would say I'm one of them, but if you're majorly fat, don't walk down the middle of an alley which is only a little wider than you are. And if there's no other option then don't walk in the middle, keep to one side so I and others can get past. And if that's still not an option then walk faster! You could do with the freakin' excercise.
So after having spent an hour walking about 60 metres, I did my shopping, headed back home and kicked around for a bit. Later on my friend from Huddersfield came to stay and in the evening we went for a wander around the town.
At night, Leeds transforms into a dark wonderland. The Macdonalds are all open and full to the brim of people who are high and have the infamous munchies. However, not a single Maccy Ds were selling McFlurries that night, which was ridiculous. In the end we got a subway, which was my first ever one incidentally...
Then there was the drug using. The really blatent obvious drug using.
In Harpenden, the drug scene is pretty bad; there are so many rich kids with nothing to do so they just get high or stoned or just drunk. Therefore its safe to say I know the whole drug thing is going on.
However I didn't expect to see someone walking around on the main high street in leeds with a tube up their nose and in a plastic bag snorting the white contents right up their nostril. It caught me completely by surprise.
Then of course there was the hallucinating man. He made me laugh. From a distance we could see this staggering middle aged man going to people and showing them his hand. As we walked by he came over and said"Look what that dog did to me hand! He bit me hand! I'm gonna punch it right in it's FACE!"
I took a sneak peak at the hand. He hadn't been bitten. Also there weren't any dogs anywhere. I don't think I've seen a dog for like 6 weeks. Dogs just don't happen in Leeds. That guy was funny.

Thursday, 23 April 2009

Blog 11: An Imposter Extremist!

You may notice that I have no blog 11 on my blog. This was because I removed it to prevent the victim of the rant from finding it, as I am clearly a two-faced git.
However, I saved it on my computer with the intention of republishing it once I arrived at Uni and no longer knew the victim.
Well, cleverly, my computer wiped it, so although this may appear to be the same, it is merely an imposter.
Here we go...
God creates the Earth in 6 days, rests on the 7th. God creates man and woman and gives them free will.
This bit is important.
Man USES free will!!! (gasp)
Now some Christians think that they, as a superior in holiness levels (because of some bizarre notion in there minds that they are after all higher than God AND the Pope) have the right to rid us of this free will.
Don't get me wrong, I am a Christian, and I have nothing against my own religion. I'm against extreme Christians who give the rest of us Christians a bad name. When extremist Christians come to you telling you you can't watch a film due to the sex scene it gets ridiculous.
The other day I was watching Watchmen with friends and for those who have seen it, it has a pretty dodgy sex scene in it. It's an amazing film, stylistically made, good acting by actors essentially unseen elsewhere. The next day I ask Mister Higher-than-the-Pope himself if he enjoyed what he'd seen of said film, and was surprised when he said "No, I didn't need to see all that nudity really." It still didn't click with me that he'd stormed out in the nudity scene, until break time when he came and told me that as Christians we shouldn't be watching that sort of thing because it doesn't teach good morals.
IT'S A FILM!
IT'S NOT REAL!
He says that he doesn't like sex scenes if they aren't done tastefully.
However, after my initial annoyance (which lasted 3 months) i took pleasure in the fact that Sin City is the film adaptation of his favourite graphic novel and also has dodgy sex scenes in it, he would say. I told him Sin City is really good except the sex scene and he said "yeah I don't really want to see it though."
Whatever.
What's really wierd is that one of his favourite films is Sweeney Todd, as if throat slashing is ok but sex isn't.
But its not the only thing he's ever done to annoy me.
He told me off for listening to the Rolling Stones.
He sent my self conscious and unconfident (but wonderful) friend a letter asking why she doesn't treat him like she treats me, and that me and her are closer than he and her, and why is this? (Hrmmmm, probably because she doesn't want to be treated like a cat, so stop petting her and see how that goes) This was followed by a phone call which made her feel pressurized into promising she'll change.
He hugs and pets this girl and tells her he imagines her napping even though they don't really get on and she is CLEARLY uncomfortable with it all.
AND other stuff as well.
Anyhoo, I'll post this up when I no longer know the guy, but I get the feeling he'd know who he is if he ever read this.
SO Yeh, i'm two faced and I'm bitchin' now, but if he is reading this then maybe he'll take a hint...
Or more than a hint as it turns out.