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Musings on a world I am no longer sure about
There’s a reason I ♥ Nick Cave
...and it’s not just because of that song which Kylie was dead in...
His lyrics are awesome. Truly awesome. Inspired, etc.
Here’s a lil ditty he writ.
More News from Nowhere br>I walk into the corner of my room
See my friends in high places
I don’t know which is which or who is whom
They’ve stolen each other’s faces
Janet is there with her high head and hair
Full of bedroom feathers
Janet is known to make dead men groan
In any kind of weather
I crawl over to her
I say hey baby
I say hey Janet
You are the one, you are the sun
And I’m your dutiful planet
But she ain’t down with any of that
’Cause she’s heard that shit before
And I say uh huh, oh yeah you’re right
’cause I see Betty X standing by the door
With more news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah it’s getting stranger every year
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
Alright now
Now Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome
Her hair is like the wine dark sea in which sailors come home
I say hey baby I say hey Betty X
I lean close up to her throat
This light you are carrying is like a lamp
Hanging from a distant boat
It is my light says Betty
Betty x says this light ain’t yours
And so much wind blew through her words
That I went rolling down the hall
For more news from nowhere
More news from nowhere, uh huh huh
And it’s strange in here
Yeah it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere, uh huh huh
I turn another corner
I go down a corridor
And I see this guy
He must be about one hundred foot tall
And he only has one eye
He asks me for my autograph
I write nobody and then
I wrap myself up in my woolly coat
And I blind him with my pen
’Cause someone must have stuck something in my drink
Everything’s getting strange lookin’
Half the people have turned into squealing pigs
The other half are cooking
Well let me out of here I cried
And I went pushing past
And I saw Miss Polly singing with some girls
I cried struck me to the mast
For more news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere, uh huh huh
It’s getting strange in here
And it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
Well then a black girl with no clothes on
She danced across the room
We charted the progress of the planets
Around that boogie woogie moon
I called her my nubian princess
Gave her some sweet back fatass jive
Spent the next seven years between her legs
A-pining for my wife
But then by and by it all went wrong
I fell washed up on a shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm
And I sopped up on the floor
For more news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere uh huh huh
And don’t it make you feel alone
Don’t it make you wanna get right on home
More news from nowhere
More news from nowhere, let me hear it now
Well here comes Elena with two black eyes
She’s given herself a transfusion
She’s filled herself with panda blood
To avoid all the confusion
I say the sun rises and falls with you
And various things about love
But a rising violence in me cuts all my circuits off
Well Elena she starts screaming
Her cheeks are full of psychotropic leaves
Her extinction was nearly absolute
When she turned her back on me
For more news from nowhere
I said more news from nowhere
And it’s getting strange in here
Yeah it gets stranger every year
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere,
Alright
Alright
I bump and crash into Deanna
hanging pretty in the door frame
All the horrors that have befallen me
Well Deanna is to blame
Every time I se you baby
you make me feel so unalone
And I wipe my face into her dress
Long after she’d gone home
With more news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
And don’t it make you feel alone
Yeah and don’t it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
Alright
And don’t it make you feel so sad
Don’t the blood rush to your feet
To think that everything you do today
Tomorrow is obsolete
Technology and women
And little children too
Don’t it make you feel blue
Don’t it make you feel blue
For more news from nowhere
With more news from nowhere
Don’t it make you feel alone
Yeah and don’t it make you wanna get right back home
More news from nowhere
Yeah more news from nowhere
One last time.
Well I gotta say
Yeah I gotta say
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
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I predict a whole bunch of puns.
Thoughts on rioting.
It’s not mindless, those who rioted in Tottenham weren’t just bashing shit up for fun, they were *angry* because the police killed yet another and didn’t think to inform his parents until 9 hours later. 333 people have died in police custody in the past 11 years and there’s not been a successful conviction in any of these cases.
If you take a bunch of young people and advertise at them constantly for things they can’t afford, they might feel a bit miffed. Those that want to work can’t (there are 58 unemployed in Tottenham for every 1 job offered), many are suffering benefits cuts, 75% of youth services in Haringey are gone, shops are closing and benefits offices are becoming harder to get money out of.
600 people are responsible for the riots. 600 people’s inaction. 600 people ignoring even their own advice (Nick Clegg, last year, predicted riots if cuts happened).
There’s a difference between riots and looting. If the police were hanging about to make sure shops were secure, then there’d have been less looting. There seems to be an odd public perception of rioters running up to shops, bashing them a bit, popping a telly under their arm and then setting fire to them, then running up to the next shop and doing the same thing. This isn’t what was happening. Police are behind the rioters, chasing them. Constantly playing catch up. Media is for the most part behind the police, because it’s safer there. This is also where the looters are. Cue many photos of people running off with tellies under their arms. These people are looters and not rioters.
People blaming labour, people blaming the tories, you’re both at fault. Under your watch, the rich have become obscenely rich (the top 1% own 90% of everything) and the poor much much poorer (1 in 2 children in Tottenham live in poverty) We are not a third world country, cutting funds for social programs is going to lead to anger, crime and riots.
People don’t riot because they are bored, contrary to popular belief. They riot because they feel they have no other option.
This “senseless” violence appears to be targeting commercial outlets.
There’s an awfully large amount of people on the internet who seem to think damage to property deserves death. I am very glad I am not one of them.
Tower Hamlets is safe. Not seen a single report that I was able to verify of anything happening here. Must be all those Muslim terrorists, eh?
A bunch of Turkish people got out there and defended their community. Why on earth were they the only ones? Are our communities that broken?
The riots have masked a whole chunk of bad news for the UK. The markets are crashing again and we have nothing left to sell to get out of this mess. The riots will be blamed for the downturn in spending on the highstreet, just like the snow was in December. But it won’t be the truth.
www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/from-the-archive-blog/2011/aug/08/anger-tottenham-broadwater-riots-1985 - slightly familiar.
www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/aug/08/context-london-riots - Don’t take the riots out of context.
Meh. People aren’t happy. Those rioting aren’t likely those going to the ballot box to vote for either labour or conservative. Most reports I’ve read state this is mostly about a hatred of the police. “The Feds” as they’re now known.
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Things will pass. Or pontification.
You know those people who tell you “It’s not where you going that’s important, it’s the journey”? They’re only half right.
Sometimes, it’s actually not important how far you go, but how you go. You see, the road less travelled may not take you as far as your peers, but if you follow others, are you even travelling at all? Will, in 50 years time, you look back at your life and think “I made this happen” or will you feel cheated and a bit like a fraud?
Because there’s nothing quite like discovering things for yourself, as the prevalence of websites purporting to bring you the hidden London show, whilst coincidentally and unintentionally being utterly self defeating.
I’ve been thinking about things for a while. I’ve let myself slip into some bad habits because I’ve let myself slip ever so slightly into what I was instead of looking forward to what I may be. It’s easier to conform, easier to go to the pub with mates and tranquillise yourself as you complain about the general shitness of life, easier to not make waves, to not change the people and things around you. Oh for an easy life, it makes the bad things bearable.
But it’s not true, is it?
I really need to stop. Stop following. Stop digging up morsels for affection. Stop looking to the past for comfort. Stop drinking to hide the fact I’m hurting. Stop hurting.
I tell other people that nothing in life worth doing is easy, but I seem to forget it when it comes to my own life. I tell people off for misbehaving but turn a blind eye to myself when I do it. I am better than this. I have been better than this. I need to be better than this. I am not currently.
The past shapes our present with whatever we allow it to shape us. It’s not an absolute. You are not x because y happened to you. You choose to be who you choose to be. Self determination, it’s a wonderful thing.
So I guess I’ve lost my way a bit. I slipped back into some old patterns, like well loved shoes. They brought me comfort as things around me started to become a little unbearable. But the baggage they brought with them, I’ve unintentionally picked up too. I need to stop, I need to reevaluate, I need to change.
I’ve not written a blog like this in a very long time, even this is a step backwards.
But the thing is, when you follow your own path, sometimes you take a wrong turn. Sometimes you double back on yourself. Without a rudder to guide you, sometimes you become lost. I am my own rudder, I just let go of the tiller for a while.
Time to strike out in a new direction and uncover some more truths 
Because I may not get as far as my contemporaries, but at least I know the walking has all been mine.