Thought I’d just innocently post some photos of myself. Some of you may not know who I am or what I even look like, thus, I could not idly stand by and let you all wonder if I, Peter Vine, a mild mannered 24 year old from the UK, was really was who I said I was! But, now I have some positive,legal visual identification to post on this blog I think you can all rest easier tonight…
Watching the US Primaries and ignoring the withering whines from the idiots who keep on complaining that an electoral process which will have a profound effect on what happens in this world should take a back seat to pretentious and patronising ‘reporting’ on why we in the UK should go back to the stone age to prevent climate change from destroying the rest of the world.
Finding it very interesting how all the candidates quietly accuse the other of sexism, racism and homophobia and yet at the same time while they may not actually say it directly but through their campaigning, who they choose to visit and be with for photo opportunities, the issues that they focus on, etc that there is a total undercurrent of sexism, racism and homophobia exhibited by all of the candidates regardless of which party they represent!
Well, its 2008 and I’m ready for a whole new year! However before I go off and spend another 12 months neglecting this blog I thought I’d put this banner up:
I thought I’d sign up to Hugh Feanley-Wittingstalls Chicken Out campaign. We pretty much already each locally sourced free-range stuff anyway so we’re aright but considering the shocking conditions that these chickens live in either in battery or factory farmed for meat we should be taking steps to make things better for these chickens as well as making it more accessible for low income families to afford these.Anyway, sign up and challenge yourself to eat nothing but Free-range chicken.
Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev’d by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
No, nothing to do with Iraq, or even Afghanistan for that matter, but actually the horribly oppressed nation (*snicker*) of the county of Cornwall. Weighed down by the violent and autocratic English yoke, Cornishmen everywhere (well..20 of them anyway) have come together to fight off this tyranny! Threatening anyone who is “not Cornish” and lives in Cornwall.
Now, this is where it gets slightly confusing as everyone knows that nobody has been actually born in Cornwall for the last 25 years! Everyone who lives in Cornwall actually comes from outside Cornwall. Threats to damage cars with tax discs “registered outside of Cornwall” also come to grief in a time where more and more people are registering online directly to the DVLA. Obviously, the CNLA’s devious plans will have to change to deploying men on the street who will carry out random “spot checks” on the general populace. This will mainly consist of talking to them, ascertaining to see if they have a West Country accent and then kicking them in the groin if they do not! Terrifying.
At the end of the day, it is rather one of those more humorous “national struggles”, kind of like Florida trying to secede from the Union or Yorkshire demanding independence. Its so laughable and open to derision that you just know that its never going to happen.
One day on Youtube I saw a monstrously awful movie of several teenagers performing hideous sexual acts upon a foot cushioned foot stool:
Quite awful in the extreme, I felt quite offended and even a little freaked out by the sight of five or six scantily clad guys humping foot stools and towards the camera. However thankfully another group bravely stepped up to challenge the hegemony of the evil Peer Pressure group!
A hooky “version” (if you can call it that) made in Turkey because they couldn’t afford to show the real thing in their country at the time. Watch for the stolen clips from the real Star Wars: