Apparently, there was an awards ceremony last night. (The Oscars Review)

I think in most of our heads, The Oscars were all about Leonardo DiCaprio. And if it wasn't for a cracking performance in Dallas Buyers Club by Matthew McConaughey, the Oscar drought would definitely have ended for Leo, leaving us all to enjoy watching him scream triumphantly on stage. Hell, if I was McConaughey I would have given him the trophy. He definitely deserves it. What seems like yet another filmographic injustice darkened the otherwise successful ceremony.

Solace can be taken only in the fact that the apparent Best Actor of 2013 embarrassed himself on a whole new level throughout the night, telling some absolutely disastrous jokes to introduce the Best Animated Film nominees, which were appropriately met with a fog of dead silence. Maybe you should scratch out the "com" in "rom-com" on the occupation section of your CV, eh Matthew. Also looking like a complete tit accepting the award, thanking "God", which is basically social suicide, and claiming that "it is a scientific fact that love for God is reciprocated." Might want to check up on those "scientific" facts Matt.

Other faux pas included: Brad Pitt describing U2 as the biggest rock band in the world (we'll let you off because you've finally cut your hair, but come on Brad, you're better than this), Christian Bale turning up looking like he'd spent several years in a Bhutanese prison, Harrison Ford slurring his words like a stroke victim and Jim Carey contorting his face for cheap laughs, as usual. When he isn't resorting to childish shit like that, he can actually tell some pretty funny jokes. Who knew.

Quick note on Jared Leto: I hate him. I'm sure he did a great job in supporting role, and probably deserved the award, but when a guy accepts an award with a speech rehearsed so well he probably mutters it in his sleep, it makes me sick. Maybe he'll turn it into a 30 Seconds to Mars song, it was repetitive enough. And what the fuck is Channing Tatum presenting awards for? An Oscar presented by Channing Tatum is basically useless. That's like asking Susan Boyle to do you make up. You have to let them do it, so you don't hurt their feelings, but ultimately it's a waste of time, and you'll have to do it yourself later in the mirror to feel comfortable. 

Then Zach Efron came out, fucked up his auto-queue lines and my head exploded.

In good news though, Emma Watson looked stunning. And actual credit to our nation, she's one of the only celebrities I'd ever bother to be nice to. Mainly because she's gorgeous and around my age #callmeEmma.

It was a relief to see Lupita Nyong'o win Best Supporting Actress. She deserved every clap she got for her performance in 12 Years a Slave (also Best Picture Winner), and although the charming sass and wit of Jennifer Lawrence or June Squibb deserves an award category of it's own, I think they'd have happily given Lupita the award should they have won it.

Bill Murray also showed his class, show-casing his usual wry self. This guy is just too funny, sincere and cool for Hollywood, and Samuel L Jackson's voice just made everything better. Although by the end I was begging him to double dare everyone to say "I just want to thank" one more time. 

Overall, it was it's usual bland affair. Aside from Ellen Degeneres taking a world record breaking selfie, and cutting out my favourite man alive Jared Leto in the process, the evening was marred by DiCaprio being thieved of yet another Oscar, that he clearly was desperate to get hold of. Next Year Leo, next year.

Life is just an arduous bureaucracy.

Much to my dismay, I am currently in the middle of university studies. Education of the highest order, designed to churn out genius' of all kind who are capable of achieving the impossible, evolving the way we think, and generally animating societies hopes and dreams. That's what was insinuated anyway. Secondary School teachers preaching at us, insinuating that "higher" education is the pinnacle of life, and that it's the only way to get a decent job. Do you know what they had us doing the other week?

About 30 of us sat in a room, and for an hour and a half we were dictated to, on the subject of 'CV Writing'. Fucking 'CV Writing'. The gist of which was: "Show off". 

So, let's break this down, roughly: we paid £9000 a year for our course. We have 6 modules within that course. For that one module where we are "taught" to write a CV we are paying £1500. 

What a joke that is. 

My time at the fine establishment has been filled with these little pen pushing tasks, all of which are rated at the end of the year by... somebody. And from it all I am given a number, out of 100, that defines my worth within the establishment. Thank God for education.

All I can really say to support this life changing decision is that the people involved in this unfortunate cluster fuck of papers and numbers, are second to non. If it wasn't for the people I'd met at university (students and lecturers alike), I definitely wouldn't be there. Honestly, I am just waiting for the day I get that coveted degree so I can buy a convertible and tour America, whiskey in hand. 

Hipsters at Gigs (WOW247)

Among the numerous irritants that threaten to spoil a delicately good night at a head banging/tune raving/ lighter waving night, this is one that really drives me insane. It's not that it really stops me from directly enjoying the music, it just forces me to fight back homicidal urges while I sip a £5 rum & coke.
It's hipsters. Of course it is. People who come to gigs for one song.

I'm all for wandering aimlessly into the unknown and finding a random band that you were previously unaware of. That's the beautiful thing about music, it's infinite ability to surprise and entertain at the same time.
But if you're there as a fan boy/girl, and only know half the words to an album seller you so dearly admire, at least try and hide it. Don't fight your way to the front row, so you're in touching distance of the guitarists feet just to mildly whisper some words that you "think sounds about right".

The number of times I've seen a tie dye wearing Ringo Starr look a like sitting in the corner of a room, sulking because the band hasn't played "Wonderwall" or "All The Small Things" yet is bizarre.

Paying to go see a band when you only know one song FULL STOP, is stupid enough. That's at least £5 you've paid. £5 for the right to boast to your mates about "how cool you are" because you went to see The Libertines on Saturday night. Wow.

But if you are going to do that (heaven forbid), at least have the decency to pretend you have actually listened to most of the songs they play. It's not a lot we're asking for. It really isn't. Come on hipsters. You think you're cooler than the rest of us, and for some reason you're more entitled to be there than us. But really you're just a culturally dead crank who found their way onto YouTube. No doubt on an iMac daddy bought for you.

I'm sorry, but you belong at a One Direction concert with all the other deaf 14 year old girls. Bob Dylan would be ashamed.

My Shit New Year So Far

Fuck me 2014 is shit. In the last 2 weeks, I’ve managed to: argue with family, start and fail to write a book, start and fail to write a television script, scrapped 3 “resolutions”, drunk too much beer and destroyed any respect I had for the educational system. In all truth, everyone seems to be having an equally self destructive year... bar blind delusional optimists that skip around on New Years Day wearing flowery tops and giggling about how sunny it is or some shit. I’m sure they are just loving life, while they listen to their “Sounds of the Amazon” CD and do yoga.

Which begs the question: why are we all so excited about the year ending anyway? Resolutions mean nothing. The idea of us all actually changing or becoming better people with the new year has long since been abandoned. Don’t kid yourself, stop making resolutions. Although it is always great to see a giant heffalump of a person drag their carcass body up the hill from the gym on the 3rd January. The disappointment in their eyes,  the honesty that encapsulates that look they give you as you speed past in a car. As if to say: “I know mate, I don’t know why I even bothered. I’m too lazy to lose weight.”

Makes me feel all warm inside.

It’s easy and cliche, but I’d have to put it down to the booze. More than cliche even, it’s a little sad. As socially evolved as we are, us humans can’t seem to cope with the fact that we are all one year closer to our inevitable demise. One step closer to heaven, a genius once sang.

And that’s one thing I will give it. New Years Eve unites the world (except China, for reasons best kept to themselves). Yes, it unites the world. I can moan all day long about how pointless resolutions are or how the new year will be exactly the same or how people are so naive in thinking they will change just because they have a new Michael Buble calendar. But there is one event that the earth not China stands united in beer, fireworks, Big Fat Quiz of the Year and blind optimism for. And if there is one thing that the human race can do fucking well, it’s drink our problems away.

Here’s to us, you miserable bastards.

The Non-ambition of Most People

Yeh mate, if you're happy with your infinite, dead end, pointless job at McDonalds, flipping burgers for minimum wage, cry wanking over your meaningless existence because you're counting down the days until your next gold star, this one's for you. If you're okay with the fact that your idea of "the best night of your life" is going to some slummy bar and getting so fucked up you piss in your own shoes, thus spending last months "hard earned" cash, and trying to "pull" the fittest girl about with some chat up line you heard on Take Me Out, you go for it. If you're only plans for the next year are to carry on marching through the dreary, boring stalemate of a life, what the hell is wrong with you?

How can people have no dreams, or ambition? It's fucking mental, it's literally an offence to humanity to do fuck all with your life. Have some fucking creation. Have some fucking role models. Have some fucking lust to do anything that'll make an impact on the Earth and try to leave somewhat of an print after your inevitable demise. 

And leaving an arseprint on you sofa as a result of watching Jeremy Kyle for 30 years straight is not the same thing. 

There are people out there who are half your age, winning awards. Working their arses off to be something more than a social vagrant. Working their arses off to have their names whispered throughout a field.

There are people who work over ten hours a day, everyday, to make sure their family's have food to eat and the opportunity to do whatever they want in life, and you fucking sit there picking hula hoops out of your belly button, mouthing the words to an episode of Two and a-Half Men you've seen a thousand times, not even understanding what life is really about.

Fuck you. 

The X Factor

Literally cannot imagine anything worse than going to one of these "X Factor parties" people seems to be jizzing over now a days. 

"Hey Jord, wanna come over and watch the X Factor final with 12 other people you don't know? We'll get Doritos!"

"Hmmm.... Let me think about that Dave..... No. No I wouldn't like to come round to your house where 80% of the people have to sit on bean bags or the floor and get half drunk while watching a bunch of half wit pricks beg for a chance at being Simon Cowell's fuck buddy for 8 months. You need to get some friends, and a life if that's how you want to spend a Saturday night."

That's all they are, half witted pricks. 

Don't give us all this shit about wanting to be a "rockstar" or whatever. You just want to be famous. 90% of people that go on that show don't give a shit about making music, and that's why they release one début album and disappear off the face of the Earth. They want to be Kim Kardashian, not Freddie Mercury.

It's the same every year, with the same sob story excuses, and the same shitty songs, and the same shitty judges, and the same shitty costumes, and the same shitty shows blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahhhhhhh...............

It's everything that's wrong with music. It's not an art any more, it's a business, and as soon as some conglomerate blowing, money raping, shameless dick head like Simon Cowell get's hold of something like this it's over. Music is dead, and Jimmy Hendrix is turning in his grave. 

The King is dead, long live the prick. 

Sit Coms

Now I love comedy. Situation comedys, if they are done properly, are fantastic, and it is a personal goal of mine to get into writing comedy at some point. 

But when half-arsed "comedians" put these jester like shows together it's an embarrassment to their careers, and our intelligence. 

Catherine Tate is a prime example. Most of her shit is just terrible catchphrases being shouted at high volume by hyperbolic characters, I don't think I have ever actually laughed at anything on The Catherine Tate Show. How can anyone find that funny?

"Ugh... am ah boverd?" No Catherine, I don't suppose you are bothered. Because we haven't been bothered ever since you showed your fucked up ugly mug on our TV screens. Little Britain was better, but still absolutely cringe worthy. How hard is it to get a fat guy in a dirty shirt to get out of a wheel chair and jump in a pool? About as hard as stamping on a kittens head, and just as funny. 

They don't want comedic respect, or to force people to understand the jokes. There's no work on the audiences part. Writers are expected to spoon feed audiences with these shows and it's fucking sickening. You might as well let kids watch it. It's the CBBC version of comedy, and they're happy with that. 

No shame, no shame in this lowest common denominator comedy. Just taking three days to write a shitty script and put on a shitty outfit just to make some Jeremy Kyle veteran, doll queue hero, 5 kid parenting 19 year old piss themselves for half an hour. Your parents must be so proud. 

Good comedy is full of intelligence, irony and forethought. Not sloppy observations and annoying characters screaming desperately at the camera gasping for any laugh they can get. 

And don't even get me started on Mrs. Browns Boys. 

Christmas

Shut the fuck up, it's my blog and I can dislike what I like. And I hate Christmas.

Like most things in this sycophantic factory of a world, the main thing that pisses me off about Christmas is how stupidly excited people get about it. You can see these types of people on the 20th of November skipping through shopping centres with tinsel around there necks humming "Mistletoe and Wine". Tell you what you can do, go suck off a middle aged, life scorned Santa Claus and hibernate until the 5th of January. You absolute dip shit.

What's worse, is that nobody can explain exactly why they are getting excited. It isn't "the presents", you buy things all year. It isn't "the snow", it snows any time between November and February now a days, (not that snow is anything to get excited about anyway. It's frozen water, shut the fuck up), it's not "seeing your family", you can do that any day. 

And it isn't the Christmas dinner. Think about it, Christmas owns the "massive Sunday dinner" now. If it wasn't for Christmas dinner, we'd have a massive Sunday dinner every week, but nooooooo. Christmas owns that now, we save all the proper food for a special occasion, you know, like an imaginary baby's birthday. How much more special can you get?

So we just resign ourselves to the fact that we have to eat super noodles all year round, in the desperate hope that finally, when December 25th comes around, that turkey will taste like heaven compared to all the processed shit we swear by 99% of the time. And if not, there's always next year. 

Idiots.   

Joey Essex

Mr and Mrs "Essex" would definitely be on my "kill list" if I ever invented a time machine and went back to the 1980s. Seriously dude, what fucked up, brain mangled, school dodging crack addicts would want to raise their kid to be like Joey Essex? If my kid couldn't tell me how many sides a square had by his mid 20s, I's hold myself personally responsible and get straight to re-enacting the BME Pain Olympics video pronto. 

Don't dare tell me he's adorable. He's not adorable, he's a joke to the human race. It's not OK for a guy like him to be so stupid and have as much money as him. There's no way he was the fastest sperm, all the other little swimmers must have been having a lie in when the call came in. 

They all piss me off I suppose, these reality TV pirates that thrive off advertises money and pointless TV time. With their fucking fake tan and their stupid 70 hair styling products. And that's just the guys.

But Joey is a special case, because he's thrust into out faces constantly.

"LOOK AT THIS GUY, HE'S AMAZING. HE'S "SO GOOD LOOKING" AND HE'S STUPID. SO THAT MEANS YOU 15 YEAR OLD FAN GIRLS WATCHING DON'T HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL AND CAN JUST DESPERATELY TRY TO GET ANY TV APPEARANCE FOR ANY MONEY AND LIVE OFF THAT. IT'S THE LIFE!"

Fuck you. 

Whoever made that douche bag, who thinks it's funny to be nigh on retarded, famous is as stupid as him. I just hope he gets eaten by an anaconda in the jungle. Come on God, I don't ask for much. Just let him fall off the string bridge. Please. 

And if you haven't seen the Pain Olympics, Google that video. Not for the faint hearted, enjoy. 

Superstition

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most annoying thing in the world is when people are ridiculously superstitious and refuse to believe they are being superstitious. This generation needs to get this into their heads: some things are real, and some things aren't.  I don't know which crack pot, drugged up psychopath decided that breaking a mirror would give you 7 years "bad luck", but how anybody with a human brain can believe in these fucking ridiculously stupid, made up rules is beyond me. 

Can you imagine it being a question in an interview: "So, you're fantastically qualified in every field relating to this job. Almost over qualified it seems Mr.Jones. Just one last thing, just a formality don't worry, have you ever broken a mirror?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Broken a mirror man, have you ever broken a mirror, and if so, how long ago was it? COME ON MAN! I NEED NUMBERS! WHAT NEXT, YOU'RE GUNNA TELL ME YOU OWN A BLACK CAT OR REGULARLY WALK UNDER LADDERS. GET OUT OF MY OFFICE YOU WITCH!"

Fantastic. 

Simply, what it is, is that human beings have a tendency to make things up. When our minds can't explain something, we prefer to make things up and believe them in earnest as oppose to travelling blissfully through the unknown. Which is a backward way of doing things, but a necessary truth of human existence. I have literally explained there why people believe in ghosts. There is no proof of ghosts whatsoever, apart from crazy people preaching that they can "talk to the dead". 

Yeh, no you can't mate. I don't know what you're doing right now, but you ain't talking to the "spirits of the dead".

Human beings invent things, because it appears that reality is too much. Nobody wants to believe that they will in fact just die and no spirit or afterlife exists. But it is the truth, I am afraid. Stop believing in things just because other people tell you to. Ghosts and superstitions we're invented to support the works of religion and fiction. 

Little bit morbid, but I'm hungover. 

The British Government

As if we Brits didn't already have cause to hate the Government already, now they've started slipping below, even their own standards of lackluster stupidity. 

So we all hate the BNP, yeh? They're stupid, narrow minded, fat old losers that definitely were picked on at school and now mask racism as "change". There's no argument there, if you're at all educated you know you hate the BNP. I mean for fuck sake Nick Griffon, maybe if you had spent the majority of your childhood playing football or climbing trees, or doing anything in fact, anything that wasn't sitting inside nursing this burning resentment for the world's inhabitants, you would done something with your life that would have actually made your mummy and daddy proud, therefore voiding the need for this crazy crusade you are on to rid "Britain" of all the "Pakis". Nick Griffon wasn't hugged as a child. 

But at least he's honest. At least he flat out says: "Yep, I hate black people." *winks at the camera with his thumbs up*. Then we can all just: "Oh look at that Sarah, it's a stupid fat bloke on the telly being a racist. Well I wont be listening to anything he has to say, but he'll be a great point of ridicule." 

Job's a good one.

At least he isn't a sly little worm, like the Home Office have been this week. What our beloved all mighty Home Office has done, and correct me if I'm wrong, is text 40,000 residents of the UK, telling them that they are illegal immigrants. Which is both astounding and hilarious on so many levels. So what, what David Cameron's plan is, is to text all these "illegal immigrants" that are "tearing this country apart" and ask them to leave? To be honest Dave, I think these "illegal immigrants" already have a complete disregard for the law. Therefore, you texting them: "R U an immigrant LOL. Like, go home init xoxox" won't do an awful lot, I am guessing. 

Not only is it that it's a ridiculous plan, that by the way has been deemed as "proactive steps...". Yeh, proper pro active that Dave and the gang. But they fucked it up anyway. A fair few of these texts went to people who had every right to be living in the UK. *slow sarcastic clap*. Nice to know tax payer's money is going to a good cause, ey lads?

"But what about those maverick immigrants that don't have a phone? What you gunna do there Dave?"

"Yeh, not sure a letter on horseback is the best way to go."

"No no, you're the prime minister. I'll saddle up Bullseye now."

Stupid pen pushing fat cats.

The England Football Team

Now I am a big football fan. I am a proud supporter of Liverpool Football club, and have been for many years. See I've timed this really well, because there will be no ridicule over my choice of team as, as it happens, they are on the best run of form I've seen for 3 years. Who the fuck are Man United? #YNWA.

But I'm not complaining about the bias towards Man U in the Barclays Premier League. Although it definitely does exist, and I find it hilarious that this year it isn't paying of for the scum bag, sub par, joke of a club. I'm complaining about another inexplicable hilarity in modern day professional football: The England National Team.  

The fact that England is home to the greatest and biggest league on the planet, and boasts the most formidable talent pool to date, but yet still doesn't manage to have any kind of significant in international competitions is something that I think baffles most football fans. There is nothing wrong with the team (Minus the obvious fact that they are 11 overpaid, animalistic, spoiled little brats wearing boots that are worth more than most of our televisions). They're good footballers, individually. But it seems as soon as they put on the Three Lions shirt, they might as well have fielded 11 blind dwarfs. 

I've already had a go at Rugby. I don't get it. But at least the rugby players are really giving it all on that pitch. They're literally fighting to win the game, where as most footballers are just dancing around hoping the ball goes in the net. And in the case of our dear national team, standing still and hoping all the media hype somehow gives them special powers of telekinesis so then they can score goals with their minds. 

Actually, no. I don't think most of them even give a shit. I don't think they care if they win or lose. Or at least, that's how it looks when I watch them. There's no desperate diving headers. There's no last ditch tackles. There's no emotional overflow and fighting. There's nothing. Conveniently, they';re playing tonight. In a massive game against Montenegro. I think we're predicting a win. The day England are literally shitting themselves about playing Montenegro is the day we might as well change their nicknames from the Three Lions to the Three Wimpy Sheep. But don't have high hopes. England have a certain talent for pushing the boundaries of letting their country down. 

Cats

Cats

Cats are just wimpy dogs. Say what you want about the perfected animal species over millions and millions of years of evolution, but somewhere the cat has definitely fucked up. Domesticated animals are there for one reason: to provide something to the human owner. Birds are cool, people look after birds and that gives them some kind of pleasure. A feeling of accomplishment at feeding and caring for a living thing. Fine.

Dogs are brilliant. Dogs are loyal friends. Dogs think you’re brilliant. You can be sat there, masturbating over a picture of a dead Nazi with custard as lube, and your dog will still sit there staring at you like you’re amazing. To a dog, you are God. You feed a dog, you provide a home for a dog, you clean up after a dog. And it knows it. Dogs will get scared if you shout at them, they learn the rules of the house, the understand the concept of rewards. Spot does something good, her gets a biscuit. Brilliant.

If you try telling a cat to “roll over”, it’ll look at you like you’re the sum of the earth. In fact, you can do anything and cats will look at you like you’re the scum of the earth. Cats are the upper class of the pet world. They just sit there in the snobby demeanour like they own the fucking house.

If you stub your toe and start screaming, a dog will run over. “Oh what’s up mate? What’s happened? Was it those kids in the hoodies again. Where are they, where did they go? I’m gunna rip them to shreds. I got yo back son.”

A cat just sits there, and dies its same disapproving look. “What did you do that for. You knew the door was there. In fact, you put the door there. And you still went and kicked it, didn’t you. You are a stupid cunt.”

Fuck you cats, fuck you. I hope Snowball gets the shit beaten out of him, I hope Puss in Boots drowns, and if I ever get my hands on any of the Aristocats I’m gunna burn them at the stake. 

Miley Fucking Cyrus

Miley Cyrus

What happened to Hannah Montana? One day I’m watching the Disney channel, thinking: “Hey, Hannah Montana is looking fit.” And the next I’m watching the same girl grind up against a pole at the some awards do. What the hell? What’s next, Zack and Cody snorting cocaine at the FA Cup final? TJ from Recess pulling a prostitute out of the back of his car on You’ve Been Framed? Bart Simpson curb stomping Sabrina the teenage witch because she didn’t get the golden monkey on Jungle Run?

What the hell is Cyrus’ problem? What is she trying to prove? That she is capable of fucking everything on the planet? Including women, judging by her haircut. She’s been elevated to this ridiculous level of fame lately, and I don’t even know why. The only thing I know that she has done is a bad kids TV show. And she did some singing, apparently.     

It annoys me that she gets away with acting like a complete slapper in the name of “creating an image” or “styling her character”. Fuck you Miley Cirus, and fuck everyone involved in your dirty psycho career. I got lucky, by the time she started acting like Mary Magdalene I was old enough to understand that she was a fuck up.

But imagine kids trying to copy that. Billions of girls walking round with a Mohawk trying to write third rate tunes and get their faces on every newspaper possible. Imagine that world.

Snapchat

Snapchat

Whose fucking idea was Snapchat? Because I want to meet that guy, and punch him square in the face.

What was the pitch?

“Yes, I know we already have something for chatting to people Duncan Bannatyne. Yeh I know it’s called texting. BUT, have you ever had a text and thought: ‘Oooooo, could do with a picture of somebody’s face in the background there.’?

That’s what this “Snapchat” is for.”

I mean come on, most of the time, the reason I am texting a person is because I don’t want to meet them. So I really don’t care about seeing their face.

I guess it’s not really the app that annoys me; it’s the misuse of it. Like, people who pout at the camera and then put over it: “Getting some dinner”.

Nice. Real creative there. Because I really give a shit.

Obviously then though, you get these Snapchat legends. They are the reason I still have this app. People who draw a grey hat on their heads and a long beard with the caption: “YOU SHALL NOT PASS”. People who put photos of themselves leaning out of a window, arms spread saying: “I’m king of the world!”. People who make themselves look like Hagrid and put: “You’re a wizard Harry.”

Snapchatters like that, you have my stamp of approval.

This Bitch

This Bitch

So I 'm on the much loved fuck up of a social networking site Facebook, and I see like thousands of people liking this girls photo. The gist of it was, a picture of her when she was in year 11, then a picture of her in 2012 wearing shit loads of make up (god knows why. Maybe she thought she was entering a competition or something), then a picture of her in 2013 looking ridiculously thin. And the description of the photo was basically saying: "Don't bully people, because this is what happens. Look what bullying did to me."

Now, that's awful. Obviously, any girl who is unlucky enough to be forced into physically harming herself to lose that much weight to conform to the pathetic "standards" of "beauty" that have been set by modern day society needs help and deserves utmost sympathy. It's an awful thing to happen.

But then, in the comments people are putting: "Oh you look beautiful <3" "Oh you're stunning x x x" and she's loving it. She is literally going: "Oh thanks emily x x x x x". And I'm like: "Hang on, weren't you trying to illustrate the extent to which you had to go to feel validated in the messed up and twisted world? You shouldn't be loving the praise, by what you put in the description you should be saying: "No, it's disgusting, I should be allowed to be who I am without feeling the need to slim down to "fit in"."

So I asked her. Literally, just said "Aren't you meant to be making a point?"

She deletes my comment. So by this point she is obviously a girl seeking attention. So I called her out. I said: "Why did you delete my comment? I am only asking what you're trying to say."

She says: "Inbox me ;')"

Fuck knows what that smiley face meant. A smile with a fag in it's mouth? I don't know. 

So I say: "No, this isn't a drama, I just want to know what you're saying." 

She deletes my comment again, then blocks me. If anyone else sees this stupid attention seeking, desperate facebook-fame lurching bitch, please call her out on it.

She clearly doesn't give a shit about any problems surrounding mental illness of innocent youngsters. She just wants fucking attention. Fuck her. Using an illness like that for fucking "Facebook fame" (whatever the fuck that means) is disgusting. 

The word "Genius"

The word "Genius".

Everyone is genius now a days. To the point where anyone who shows their face on TV is given the title. Literally, anyone. Pop singers, Big Brother contestants,  Strictly Come Dancing audience members. The list is never ending. "Genius" should the greatest compliment a person can get, and now all it means is they're quite good at playing the guitar. What happened? It's like we got into the 1970's all just decided: "Oh yeh, lets just stop using that word as the superlative of intelligence, and start using it to mean anyone who is alright at something."

Somebody comes up to me the other day and goes: "Oh wasn't John Lennon a genius?" 
And I went: "Not really, he was a great musician, but he was no Issac Newton was he." 
They went: "What? The guy with the apple?"

It was like talking to fucking Karl Pilkington. 
Yeh, that guy with the apple. That guy that single handed invented the laws of the universe. That guy. That guy that basically fathered the field of mechanics. Yeh, that guy. That guy with the apple. 

No musician is a a genius. No musician. By the same token that a bin man isn't a genius. Or that a barber isn't a genius. They do their job well. 

Leonardo Da Vicni would turn in his grave if he heard his name put in the same sentence as 2 pac's. No, not the turtle, the other one.

Rugby

Rugby

The creation of Rugby made easy. Somewhere off in a distant Welsh land:

James: “Alright lads, fancy a kick about?”

Gareth: “Yeh definitely, What about you dave?”

Dave: “Ummmm..... I’ve got a better idea.”

Gareth: “What? What can be better than football dave? It’s the best sport ever!”

Dave: “Well.... I thought instead of kicking the ball, we’ll just.... carry it and run.”

Gareth: “You have our attention dave, continue.”

Dave: “Well, we’ll try and run to the other end of the pitch?”

Gareth: “It’s sounding good dave, sounding good. How will we get the ball off of each other?”

Dave: “Umm.... just run into each other?”

Gareth: “That’s a plan.”

James: “Um... wont that hurt?”

Gareth: “Don’t be such a pussy James!”

Dave: “Right, let’s play!”

James: “Quick question, How will we know where the pitch ends?”

Dave: "Oh my god James, it’s one thing after another with you. We’ll put big fuck off forks at either end alright. That good enough your majesty?”

Gareth: “Getting real tired of your shit James.”

Might have got a few of the minor details wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s near enough right. All it is, is men trying to prove how hard they are. Big gorillas of men running at each other and just slamming shoulders together. That’s not a sport, that’s a fucking riot!

At least in American Football they have those pads and armour and shit, our guys just run round with a gum shield and kick the shit out of each other for a couple of hours. It’s mental.

And then you see these rugby players with the most beautiful women ever. How does that happen? They’ve always got cauliflower ears and half their teeth are missing. And they’re always 12x bigger than their misses. I feel like they’re gunna hug them and snap them in two.

“Oh drat I’ve killed another wife. Arthur, get me one of the Kardashian’s numbers would you. Such a waste.”

Solemnity

Solemnity

“Solemnity: The state or quality of being serious and dignified.”

So who decides what “dignified” is then? Is that saying that humorous people can never be dignified? The thing about solemnity is that it is so tightly associated with being serious that it is often used in the same way. When a writer is writing a script for a situation comedy that he wishes to propose to the BBC, is he being serious or not?

Obviously he is. Obviously Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant were serious when they were writing The Office. Obviously John Cleese and Connie Booth were serious when they wrote Fawlty Towers. Obviously Billy Connolly was serious when he wrote his stand up shows. Any genius is serious when he/she works.

           Solemnity has no place in this world. John Cleese said: “Solemnity feeds pomposity.” And he’s right. It’s just dick heads trying to act “proper”. It’s like when somebody tells a crude joke, and some Dickens reading, scarf wearing wanna-be Oxford student pipes up and goes: “Oh, I don’t think that’s entirely appropriate.”

          Oh shut the fuck up point Dexter. Nobody gives a shit what you think. Who fucking decides what’s “appropriate” and what isn’t? I handed in a university essay last year, and in it I had put a John Lennon line. Can’t remember which one, but it fit nicely with the decor of the points I was making. I thought at least it might make the marker laugh. I had an email 2 days later, from this tutor saying he didn’t think it was: “an appropriate line for an academic essay.”

          I emailed back saying: “Then mark me down for it. But honestly, if you that essay will be made better by deleting it, you must be the least creative person ever.” It’s the idea that you have to be pompous to be creative. Where was I when it was decided that everything academic must be taken seriously? Tell you what you high brow pieces of shit, you have your Universities. But your shit at writing. Lighten up. Twats.

Bad Horror Films

Bad Horror Films

By definition, a horror film has to be scary, or try to be scary. So, I’m not counting films that have given up on the whole “horror” aspect in this.

          Unfortunately, I have a friend who loves these types of movies so I end up watching a lot of them. I could go on forever about how bad Paranormal Activity is, or how Dark Skies makes no sense, but why stop there? No, I’m gunna moan about the pieces of shit films that are shown at half past 3 on a week day morning on zone horror. Now that’s where the real talent is.

          Zone Horror, is an unfortunate accident in the Sky Channel planner. I don’t know what channel it is, and I wouldn’t tell you if I did. No human being deserves that torture. They show the biggest piles of shit I have ever seen. From “The Forest of the Damned” to “Jack Frost 2”, it has no boundaries, (if you know any of those films you know exactly what I am talking about). It’s like they hate film. Like the entire culture of film has offended them in some way and they have dedicated their lives to destroying all that is beautiful in the world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jE5dJDgZ644

          I mean what the fuck is that? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!@# WHO WANTS TO WATCH THAT SHIT? SERIOUSLY? What is wrong with these low life drop out mother fucking retard directors (if they can be given that title) that makes them think it’s a great idea to employ the worst actors in the history or the art, and the worst writers to ever disgrace the work of Shakespeare, and put and make a film. They aren’t directors. They must be bin men or something. Bin men that got up one day and thought: “Nothing can stop you Steve, go make a film!”

          Honestly, in the case of Jack Frost 2, it was like an hour and a half film, and half way through they abandoned any horror theme they may have once been clinging to, and just turned it into a comedy. And do you know what: it was actually quite funny.

          Despite that one minor victory, I am using this as a plea. Please, bad horror film directors, stop doing this to us. You’ve let us down, you’ve let your family down, but most of all you’ve let yourself down. Your children will laugh at you.