Me vs Parsley vs Pope Benny
Song of the Day: History - Funeral For A Friend
Album of the Day: Stadium Arcadium - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Word of the Day: Exponentially
Right.
I’m back and it’s rant mode GO.
Let’s get the shitty stuff out of the way first. I read in the paper today that there’s an initiative to help 20,000 people in London buy houses! Great news, or so you’d think. In fact, it’s helping 20,000 people who are on the waiting list for council accommodation make it easier to buy a place. So, it’s helping key workers. What about people who are NOT key workers who REALLY want to buy a house, or even a flat? Who’s helping us? No-one, that’s who. The base rate put upon us by the (good old) Bank of England is exponentially rising (quarter on quarter), with the result property prices are going up and up. Yes, of course there should be help for key workers to help them buy homes – I’m not questioning that – but the fact remains that young professionals are often priced out of the market and are forced to throw away vast amounts of cash on rent.
Which the Bank allows – which is odd when you consider that with my rent I could pay a fairly decent mortgage – but can’t get a mortgage for that amount.
All I want to do is buy a house. But with the crippling state the housing market is in at the moment, I can’t see it happening any time soon. My mother’s solution?
“Get a nice girlfriend and buy a house together?”
Oh, that’s handy mother. A real quick solution there.
Hmm. Shall we move on?
Point two of the day:
WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT OF PARSLEY?
But enough about that, I think you’re all with me on this one.
This week, the Catholic Church has issued its (seemingly) yearly attack on Homosexuality, Same-Sex Marriage, Contraception, Abortion, Looking at People Funny and Farting.
Or, as I like to think of it, Pope Benedict’s New Nazi Party Manifesto. They may as well put “Are you queer? BURN IN HELL!”
Is it any wonder that hordes of people turn their back on the church year on year? There are homosexual Catholics out there who (I’m sure) would love dearly to be openly welcomed in to the fold rather than derided as outcasts. But then the spirit of inclusion hasn’t ever really been the Catholic thing, has it?
You do know that Pope Benny was a member of the Nazi youth?
I really won’t talk about religion any more.
Seriously though, what is the fucking point of Parsley?
I have only one more thing to say:
Dance as if no-one is watching you,
Sing as if on-one is listening,
Love like you have never been hurt.
Which is something I think we can all learn from.
Peace chickens, xCx
Album of the Day: Stadium Arcadium - Red Hot Chili Peppers
Word of the Day: Exponentially
Right.
I’m back and it’s rant mode GO.
Let’s get the shitty stuff out of the way first. I read in the paper today that there’s an initiative to help 20,000 people in London buy houses! Great news, or so you’d think. In fact, it’s helping 20,000 people who are on the waiting list for council accommodation make it easier to buy a place. So, it’s helping key workers. What about people who are NOT key workers who REALLY want to buy a house, or even a flat? Who’s helping us? No-one, that’s who. The base rate put upon us by the (good old) Bank of England is exponentially rising (quarter on quarter), with the result property prices are going up and up. Yes, of course there should be help for key workers to help them buy homes – I’m not questioning that – but the fact remains that young professionals are often priced out of the market and are forced to throw away vast amounts of cash on rent.
Which the Bank allows – which is odd when you consider that with my rent I could pay a fairly decent mortgage – but can’t get a mortgage for that amount.
All I want to do is buy a house. But with the crippling state the housing market is in at the moment, I can’t see it happening any time soon. My mother’s solution?
“Get a nice girlfriend and buy a house together?”
Oh, that’s handy mother. A real quick solution there.
Hmm. Shall we move on?
Point two of the day:
WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT OF PARSLEY?
But enough about that, I think you’re all with me on this one.
This week, the Catholic Church has issued its (seemingly) yearly attack on Homosexuality, Same-Sex Marriage, Contraception, Abortion, Looking at People Funny and Farting.
Or, as I like to think of it, Pope Benedict’s New Nazi Party Manifesto. They may as well put “Are you queer? BURN IN HELL!”
Is it any wonder that hordes of people turn their back on the church year on year? There are homosexual Catholics out there who (I’m sure) would love dearly to be openly welcomed in to the fold rather than derided as outcasts. But then the spirit of inclusion hasn’t ever really been the Catholic thing, has it?
You do know that Pope Benny was a member of the Nazi youth?
I really won’t talk about religion any more.
Seriously though, what is the fucking point of Parsley?
I have only one more thing to say:
Dance as if no-one is watching you,
Sing as if on-one is listening,
Love like you have never been hurt.
Which is something I think we can all learn from.
Peace chickens, xCx
posted by Chris at 10:20 AM
1 Comments:
Ah good-o... I do love your rants!! :)
Ooooh you added the Danish proverb... that is sooooo your motto, I might just have to crochet it on a pillow for you..? Hmmm... And while I work out what crochet means and how one goes about doing it... Oh bollocks I'll put it on a badge instead!! Hehe
Danielle x x x
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