Politics and Religion, Russia, China and Syria, Charles Dickens, the Queen and me

Today was a lovely sunny day and so today we decided to do the unspeakable thing we are consistently told never to do in our General Studies lesson, yes we discussed Politics and Religion. There are several good reasons for this but the main one is being the eccentric child of cyberspace much has happened in the real world and I need to mention it in passing, after all as you all know I am a rebellious lefty (OK you didn’t know). But I am aware that rebellious lefty politics is doomed because of fundamental flaws in human nature. So I’m not a rebellious lefty, or am I

SO what did we discuss; firstly the Queen as in the Queen of the United Kingdom has been Queen for sixty years now. Well as a lefty I should grumble about this but as I pointed out in class some of the alternatives are well, much worse. Imagine if we had President Thatcher or President Blair or King Charles or Kings Cameron and Princess Clegg or some power crazed dictator zapping anyone he didn’t like.

This brought us too another event in world politics. Syria, where a few people are hell bent on keeping power at all costs while the rest of the world plays at politics calling each other names. And Russia and China who as so called, lefty we are all equal countries, support a power mad dictator for what appears to be rather dodgy reasons. So much for all men are equal then in countries who in theory were based on that principal and are more capitalist that the decadent west these days.  Anyway Napoleon Beelzebub will be having words with rather a lot of politicians over this in the years to come and so as he says be afraid be very afraid. As Cinderella discovered a quick forgiveness by a dodgy priest is hardly going to save you (if you are thinking WHAT? You have not been reading my blog have you).

And ironically as I write my diary I have been told news of a local land owner who appears to be putting the spanner in the works over a tiny plot (and I mean tiny) of land involved in a house sale on what appears to be reasons of NA NA NA NA NA NA ITS MY LAND SO YA SUCKS BOO or possibly even reasons of prejudice. But then I’m just a young rebel who knows nothing so well I know nothing.

Lastly from the world for now; Charles Dickens (not  as in King Charles as mentioned earlier) was 200 years old yesterday, he was a bit of a lefty really and look what happened, instead of being buried in a nice quiet rural plot like he wanted, he was stuck in Westminster Abbey in the middle of London. So not only can life not go as planned but death it appears does not always go to plan, as rather a lot of politicians and dictators will find out.

Well tonight has got a bit long winded, and I can’t help but feel that very nice Stephen Spielberg will axe tonight from the movie ……. I wonder if that Charles Dickens bloke had a blog to start with …………. Mum just said IDIOT.  

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I have returned here a couple of hours or so later so it is late, but I thought I should make the point that the national news in the UK is in a state of shock because the national fooball teams manager has quit . So after twenty minutes of discussion on this awful crisis they thought to mention the continued death of the ordinary everyday folk in Syria.  Well it is good to know what is important ............ Sorry but I did say I was a bit of a lefty and I hate football

The cat, The pond, The craft knife and the Mona Lisa

Sooty the Cat spent first thing this morning in a battle of wits with a large fat squirrel who was making faces at him, and rude gestures with his front paws. Squirrels are rather apt to make rude gestures as the can stand on their back legs and have an arrogant bolshie attitude to life (well the grey squirrels do, the red ones are wimps). Anyway Sooty the Cat was stalking the squirrel who by cleverly moving round the pond made Sooty take the short root.

Sooty having fallen through the ice only a day ago would, you would think, (? Is that right) think I will not leap on the thin ice of the pond to chase a squirrel and risk DEATH. O NO he was sat in the middle of the pond on the thin ice waiting to leap. We all shouted at him, well most of us did, true the dog and Harry the Cat were shouting GO TO THE DEEP END. THE SQUIRREL WILL NOT EXPECT THAT. Sooty having lost concentration as a result of being shouted at them run about on the pond panicking until he finally came back inside for some food. Somehow we seem to have ended up with the stupidest cat in the world so he has now gone through two lives in as many days.

After school I went to the store to buy some super sharp craft knives as I will need them for the next big project The International Olympian. One thing I have discovered is that cardboard will blunt a knife very fast which is strange because fingers don’t, and a very sharp knife is better for making cardboard robots where as a very blunt knife is better for fingers. Have you noticed that life is always full of such paradoxes? These little craft knives are not called craft knives anymore no they are called wallpaper trimming knifes and with good reason, no one does craft things anymore.  So to obtain street cred the knives have been rebranded and the shop now suspects me of stock piling wallpaper.

Anyway I now have to think of a brilliant design for The International Olympian that will win prizes and glory and loads of money

I am sorry tonight’s diary entry is not a brilliant piece of witty clever writing but as you all I write everyday and sometimes it just sort of turns out boring. The trick is to look at it all as a whole, like say the Mona Lisa which  if we cut a nice neat one inch square randomly from the picture, it turns out to be just a bit of paint on a bit of canvas. It is only when we look at the whole thing  in context we see what it is, a great work of art with a hole in it, and that is the point at which it is best to run very fast.

OK yes I have used this piece of music before but we all love a bit of SteamPunk (ish) music

A bit of real SteamPunk

Cats, Mushroons, Pizza, The Ghost Writer and the the Chant to the Banshee

The Ghost Writer spent the day in his grey office working on a Dell power edge server setting up user protocols. Well that is all very well but hardly very exciting, and I think that is as much information as any of us need about that. The Ghost Writer says that is all well and good for us but he has to spend all day in a grey office doing it for real.

I was at school where in Geography we discussed weather as weather can be extremely interesting particularly in the UK where we like weather a great deal and spent much time complaining about it.

Because in the winter it is too wet and cold or not cold enough to have decent winter weather. None of us like wet and sort of cold. Then in the summer we all complain it is either too cold and wet or too hot and we end up with a hose pipe ban. I must admit I did get the wrong idea about hose pipe bans the first time it happened to us, and I confiscated everyone’s nose pipe (hose pipe). Most people were OK about it but the Fire brigade were a little upset when they rushed off to their first real big fire and only had buckets. I did point out in the old days that is what the fire brigade had to do, which is why all the old houses burnt down I guess.

Sooty the cat lost a life today by trying to run across the pond which bearing in mind the ice was melting was not a good move so he was wet, but the Midgarðsormr did not get him and managed to scramble out. Sooty is a very stupid cat so it is quite possible he might try that again at some point and he still can’t use a cat flap properly. So the cat flap cat trap know to all as the cat catchers cat catcher is still in use to catch cats in particular the big black and white beast.

I have checked the mushroom box again and well mmmmmmm not much has changed since yesterday it is like watching the kettle boil, they say you should never do that too. And we have had home made Pizza for tea YUM…..

OK that’s it I am drumming tonight with my fellow African drummer, we are calling to the Banshees tonight in the dark so that will be GOOD, so I might return later or may not who can tell. (Who Can Tell is the Chinese cousin of William Tell ……………….. HAH HAH HAH HAAHHAH HAH AHAHH HAHAHHA Hah hah ahha hah hahh hahah hah), mum just said IDIOT   

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OK I have been drumming as my African drumming colleague turned up just as I was about to post this up on  the blog. But we have now finished the Chant to the Banshee. ...................... ...................... WELL COOL 

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The International Olympian and the footprints in the snow of a large multi limbed herringbone beast

Sometimes I forget things and the other day I forgot to mention that I have been asked to make a cardboard robot model of an International Olympian as part of an exhibition to do with the Olympics. Not the trendy  modern Olympics but the ones before that when they did art and poetry, music and needle craft, bell ringing and things like tortoise obedience skills. So I have until the beginning of June I think? to have it finished.

I thought I might make a lean mean muscular super fit robot poet capable of breaking the 4minute read, leaping over tall bookcases in a single bound (volume of the complete works of Wordsworth or was it Woolworth). Faster than a speeding train of thought and more powerful than something else.  Well that’s what I think I might do, but I am fickle and may change my mind, Still I never thought I would be part of the Olympics, I have asked mum if it means I need to take drugs but she said IDIOT, and hit me with the armadillo toaster. I will inform you all of progress as and when I progress.

I have taken a photograph with the sturdy and faithful Box Brownie (not the one with mushrooms in), I will say it is not easy to get photos uploaded off an old Box Brownie, it took ages to find the USB port. 

Sorry I was distracted, the photo is of strange footprints in the snow this morning of what appears to a large multi limbed herringbone beast. Which I am reliably told by the dog is a nocturnal water dwelling herbivore called Midgarðsormr that can be easily disorientated by snow and ice as it sort of thinks it is scurrying about on the foreshore. According to the dog there is one in our pond, but having said that mum has called the dog an IDIOT and we all know what that means.

The strange white thing that I think will be a Strange Alien Mushroom Creature from the Planet Venus is a bit bigger today, well OK not that big or I would point the BOX Brownie at it and shout CHEESE. Why cheese ? I don’t think it is possible to smile while eating cheese is it, I tried it once and took a picture of myself and is was not nice I looked like a mad rat

We have just found a dead shrew but the cats have pointed at one another and said HE DID IT, they did the same this morning with a Blackbird although the dog recons it was the Midgarðsormr thing from the pond  

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