Monday, September 11, 2006

I'm still here folk. A HUGE catch up

Ok, so a special beautifl girl today asked where my ranting and moaning and pissing and bitching page was today. Ok, so not in so many words, but you get the drift. Those who are close to me know who this person is. I shant embarress her yet. :P

So, whilst it's on mymind...

The BBC Propaganda Machine

Can I start this bit off by saying, "Yes, it is September 11th", "Yes, it is 5 years on since those dreadful acts of terrorism were thousands of innocent civvilians lost their lives to the power of evil lunatics hell bent on taking the perverse parts of a relativly peaceful religion to the extreme in their Jihad" and...

"NO, THERE IS NO NEED TO SHOW THE FOOTAGE OF THESE PEOPLE DYING IN WHAT WAS EFFECTIVLY AN HOUR LONG PIECE OF PROPAGANDA ON BBC"

So yeah, for those who didn't see it on TV, it was a "Docu-drama" based on 9/11. It also came with the disclaimer stating that some events portraayed on the programme may be entirely fictional added for dramatic effect.

I feel my rant can stop here as the Beeb may as well have said "Holy shit, this is a bit of terror propaganda"

Thankfully they followed it up with Newsnight, which although I didn't watch because I hate Jeremy Paxman, they were posing the question that was "Can the war on terror ever be won" and "Should we have been pulled into it?"

And if you know anything about Paxo, he goes against everything, which I like about him, it's just his harrasing interview style I hate, he is quite rude.

All the more lighthearted shiz!!

Well, as I sit here listening to Cats (I love musicals as I am sure you all know) I think I shall do my favorite past time (other than drinking) and that is spout utter crap. So life recently, its taken a turn for the better.

I have recently moved in with my Dad. It's great here, I am near all my band and other friends, near my new college, Blackpool and The Fylde College, I even have a job with the greatest bosses ever Matin and Fiona at Blackpools new live music vene, Riffs. So, I have a home, without a twat of a mums boyfriend who couldn't organise a shag in a brothel, I have a college near my home, and a job to get me money, which is going to be spent on train fares to Preston to see Laura.

Laura is amazing. 'Nuff said.

So yeah, house, college, job, Laura. Could life be better?

I doubt it.. well, maybe if Rocky Horror Show came to town... that said, sing-a-longa at The Grand Theaatre in January, I will be there for a laugh.

Till next time folks.

Kristoff