Not for the faint hearted

If you are offended by the use of profanity you may want to leave now.

I know I’m not a US citizen and I maybe don’t have the right to comment on another country’s affairs, but the recent school shooting and the stance of the NRA has really bugged the hell out of me.  So much so that I wrote a short song:

Unfortunately, I can’t sing to save my life so you’re going to have to imagine someone singing the following words:

NRA, you’re a wanker!
NRA, you’re a wanker!
NRA, you’re a wanker!
NRA, you’re a wanker!
You’re so full of fucking shit!

Thank you.

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Zen – What?!

We decided to watch the startof the new BBC series, Zen, last night.  It would have been great if it wasn’t for the dreadful audio.

Overall, the sound was much quieter than other programmes so we had to turn up the telly quite a bit in order to compensate, but even then it was hard to make out what they were saying much of the time.  When the actors lifted their voices above that of a mumble they were often competing with too much background noise and the musical soundtrack.

Now I don’t consider myself hard of hearing by a long way, but I was struggling to make out much of what was said, so I dread to think how people coped who had genuine hearing problems.  I’m not talking about the level of hearing problem that means people need the subtitles but the slight loss of certain frequencies that means the sound in programmes should be much clearer.

Very poor show, BBC.

Continuing frustrations with the Broadband

I’ve not been able to give my sites and blogs the attention they deserve because of the phone and broadband problem.   I hope that those of you still coming to the site will be able to bear with me.  I’m trying to make this as quick as possible as I don’t want to spend too much time on this other network.

We’ve been in contact with BT a number of times and it really seems like it’s a case of one hand not knowing what the other is doing.  Which is actually a real shame as I’ve had very few problems over the years with the actual quality of the broadband.  But when they screw up they seem to do so big time.

No one has been back down the street since the engineers came on Monday and made the problem worse.  Okay, we had a noisy phone line, but the broadband was working.  Now we have nothing at all.

Ah, well…

Perhaps we should have it run on steam or clockwork.  🙂

The World is Screwed

I was actually going to use a much cruder word instead of “screwed” in the title and this was going to be a blistering rant about the state of the world and everything that’s currently getting to me (politics, environment, economy, etc.) but I’m really not in the right frame of mind to write it.  And when I’m in a better frame of mind I probably won’t feel like being so negative.  So the fact that I can’t be bothered about such important topics shows that today is a pretty non-good day.

It’s been grey and miserable all day, with lots of rain, which hasn’t helped at all.  But really, I’ve struggled with my writing today and haven’t been able to get my head into the right gear to make any headway with either my novel or my TV script.

That may be part of the problem, of course, having two personal projects on the go like this means that I swing between the two, always wanting to work on the other when I start into one of them.  And I’m worried that the TV idea is a bit cliched, even though I’ve written some good scenes.  Do I finish off the first episode or ditch the whole thing?  Who on Earth knows?

I went for a walk after lunch – in the rain – and didn’t feel any better when I came back.  I passed one old guy during the walk and he said just one word as I passed: “miserable”.  I hope he was talking about the weather and not me.  I can do without personal comments from complete strangers.

I feel like rolling up and hiding.  Though I’m not sure who from.

Lunchtime walk – and conflict of the sexes

Today has been a little cooler than it was over the weekend, which made my lunchtime walk a little more pleasant.  I always like to go for a half hour walk at lunch, usually incorporating a trip to the shop if we’re in need of a loaf of bread or something.

There are a few different routes I take for variety and today’s took me past one of the town’s schools, which is a primary school.  I’m a little out of the loop these days so I’m not entirely sure of the age range, but I think it’s 5 to 11 years of age.  The playing field is bounded by a hedge and as I walked along the side of the hedge I could hear a female teacher explaining to her pupils how to throw a ball.  It must have culminated in her throwing it because she said, “There, just like that.”  She followed this with, “I know it’s not brilliant, but I thought it was pretty good for a girl.”

It actually quite shocked me that a teacher would use a phrase like that in this day and age.  What sort of lesson is this teaching those pupils?  That girls have to apologise just for being girls?

Now I undeerstand that there are and always will be differences between the sexes.  Girls like to do girl things and boys like to do boy things and we shouldn’t stop them from making uncoerced choices.  I also understand the need for competition, both amongst the members of each sex and between the sexes, but no one – male or female – should ever feel they need to apologise for any natural lack of expertise or ability whatever the context.

This actually reminds me of a time when June and I were first looking at houses in this area.  We went to one house that smelled really strongly of dog as soon as we walked in.  So strong that I felt like being sick.  The guy apologised and said that his wife had divorced him a few months ago and “well, you know us men are no good at housework and stuff”.

What?!

Any man who cannot keep a house clean, wash and iron clothes, sew a button on, take up the hem of a pair of jeans, cook a meal, wash pots, etc. etc. should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves.  My father is in his seventies and even though he’s not as sprightly as he used to be he still maintains his house to a high degree of cleanliness.  He even spent a lot of time nursing my mother until she passed away last year.

When it comes down to ordinary, everyday things of just getting on with our lives, neither sex should claim to be better or weaker than the other, we should just do these things.

Of course, my position on gender equality is undermined to a small degree when I’m informed that dealing with spiders “is a man thing”.