signing out

I completely screwed up my laptop and cannot sign into Blogger, so this blog will be no more.

However i CAN sign into Wordpress so please head to www.ididitmedway.wordpress.com!

Unclean, Unclean....

I went to a Hanukkah dinner last night and my gosh the journey home was torturous to say the least, and a trip that should have taken maybe 30-40 minutes instead took 2 hours and a change of buses! This is one of the times when I miss living in London and all the public transportation opportunities there are there. Still, all told it was a goodnight, even though one of the three Rabbis in attendance was giving me death stares all night. Why was he doing that? Well a few months ago I blogged about an old lady from our congregation who had died and this Rabbi refused permission for her to be buried in a Jewish cemetery as she had left the faith and not formally returned so therefore wasn’t the right type of Jew! Never mind the fact that she was one of the last Kindertransprt evacuees and had lost every single member of her family. So I took it upon myself to go above this Rabbi and go straight to the top ranking people in charge of who gets buried where. I cut out the middle man so to speak. They gave permission and she is now in her rightful place. Since then its been made difficult for me at the community but fuck him, he’s a cunt and I don’t regret my actions for a second. I don’t suppose I helped myself when I wrote a piece for a Jewish newsletter arguing that the role of  the Rabbi was largely irrelevant to todays Jewish life.

In other news I’ve had a health problem going on. Nothing major but I had been getting the most amazingly irritating allergic reaction on my lower legs and arms. It used to be  just an itch, and I would scratch until I bled sometimes I would use an emollient cream to soothe it but in the last 2-3 weeks it’s got so bad that my arms have come up bright, lobster red. Not just that but it’s gone scaly and it’s weeping blood. Not good right? So I took myself down the minor injuries unit at the hospital and they said there’s nothing they can do, I had to go see my G.P who needed to refer me back to the hospital I was already in (!) which is where I toddled off to. The G.P then refused to refer me before I had completed the 2 week course of medication. The first day of that was that same Hanukkah Saturday and what happened? It made things even worse. My skin feels like it’s alive and crawling. So bearing in mind the hospitals words to come back if it gets worse I am off to the same place tomorrow after work.

So you’d think that would stop me training? Not a bit of it. I may not be able to wear wraps or gloves at the moment but I can still run, I can still do circuits and I can still do weights.

I jut want to get it sorted now, as every time I look up symptoms online I get confused and scared!

Scum

I’m not sure why this is playing on my mind so much or why im so angry but I am still simmering under with righteous fury at the present time.

On Friday, at about mid day someone jumped top their death form a multi story car park about 5 minutes from my place. This car park is right opposite the jobcentre, place that would suck the life out of even the brightest person so it is surprising it’s taken this long for someone to off themselves in such a way. I know I’m drawing conclusion there but hey,  I’m pretty sure I’m right.

I found out about this when I got back to town after work. I get along quite well with the woman that works in the delicatessen and I usually pop in there for chat and to bagsy freebies to take home (olives stuffed with jalapeños are the dogs bollocks!). She told me of the suicide and said that the mall security had told her the jumper had landed within a few feet of an old lady who was rushed to hospital for shock. They also said they and the emergency services had to push back the crowds of people that were taking pictures of the scene.

I cannot express enough my contempt for the vultures that did that. How on earth can they find the scene of a sad demise entertaining? Have we, as a society become so bereft of common decency that it’s deemed socially acceptable to whip out your phone and start snapping away? I feel for the person that felt so hopeless that they took the only option they felt they had left. I feel for the old lady that saw that happen right in front of her, a horror that I cant begin to imagine and I also feel fore the first responders, that have to deal with the aftermath and the for those that loved the deceased.

The crowd of people that gaggled at the site of gore? I can’t feel anything for them except contempt and hate. 

More Mercury

He's been gone 21 years now and the world is a much poorer place for it.

Pram Face

Well hello there.

Just recently, within a few days of each other two things of a similar and oh so scary  nature happened to me.

First of all Charlotte, my betrothed called me form France and told me she needed to do a pregnancy test as she was late coming on her period and though I may have put a bun in her oven! I made all sorts of non committal noises whilst suppressing feelings of panic. The test came back negative by the way but it has brought forth a discussion on contraception and what we will do if she does get pregnant.

Then, maybe 3 days or so later I was walking along Chatham High St and I saw an ex girlfriend of mine walking in my direction. This doris is younger than me and we never did have a lasting relationship, it was much more of a fling and to be honest, a lot of really dirty sex. However this girl, as she wended her way towards me was pushing a pram! It’s been maybe a year since I last saw her and so my mind went into overdrive somewhat. When we eventually got to talking it became really obvious the baby wasn’t mine, the chief evidence of this being that the thoroughly adorable baby was of mixed ethnicity. I blew a mental sigh of relief.

This has all played on my mind a bit though. Is it that I don’t think I am ready to be a parent? Is that a stupid notion given that I am advancing in years, bearing down upon 34? When I do eventually become a father, what sort of dad would I be? I suppose these are thoughts that trouble all parents abut for me I am especially nervous given that my parental example is a fuckwit!

(if you were curious I favour the names Ilsa and Eleanor for girls and for boys I like Charlie and Jefferson)

No Title Needed

I don't  know why but this video from Youtube is making me blub like a big sissy.

Freddy Mercury was such a wonderful man and such a great talent and AIDS is such an evil bastard disease.

Congratulations and Jubiliations?

I happen to think that I have done really well with getting in shape; I’ve dropped a ton of weight and look fantastic.

Those that have known me before I started out on this journey (sorry for that wanky term) keep congratulating me for getting to this stage, where I weigh 150lbs less then I did when I started, dropping 14 inches off my waist etc. Now it is obviously always good to hear nice things about you but getting in shape is its own reward really and recently I’ve been asking myself if I should be rewarded for doing this.

I don’t think I should really and neither should anyone else. Its fine to say I look great or remark that I’ve dropped weight but saying well done? No.

Whys that?

Because I wasn’t fucking well supposed to weigh 24 n a bit st! No one is supposed to weigh that much unless they’re 7ft tall! Don’t say well done to someone getting there, they don’t need it. Instead say “well it took you long enough!”