Too much to ask?
I’m a precious little thing really. I might come across as, well, I’m not sure what I might come across as, but it’s almost certainly any number of slightly negative things, coupled with a massive dose of self assurance. Any regular reader of this will know that that’s not really the case but so often people don’t realise that.
There is an element of confidence in there, but of course it’s just masking a bigger layer of whatever the opposite of confidence is. That’s it in a nutshell. At the same time I like to think that I work hard, occasionally go above and beyond the call of duty (only occasionally though!) and give a hundred percent to whatever the job in hand is. If it’s work, that’s fine because I’m getting paid. Continue reading
Don’t worry, this won’t get into have political things. I don’t know about heavy political things. In fact I’m one of those people who doesn’t get involved in political matters at all. I see other people I know commenting about it and knowing about it; even caring about it, but I just can’t engage in that way. There’s one fundamental reason for that, which I was reminded about this morning.
I’ve just been in my car, listening to Radio 4, as I do. There’s been a story on the news today about education in this country and how we haven’t climbed the global league tables for the last three years. To be honest it doesn’t seem to be that big a news story to be honest. The current government changed a few things when they came into power a few years ago and somehow those changes are expected to be reflected in some abstract league table within a very short period of time. Seems unlikely. Actually, I find those sort of things really tedious and don’t see much point in them. But that’s not the point I’m making today. Continue reading
Someone get me the fucking Tippex…
The good thing about this blog (especially given the incessant nature of what I’m doing at the moment) is that if something bothers me, I just need to search for it and chances are I’ve written something about it previously. Today is a case in point. In fact I need say nothing more than that and let the words of my 2011 self speak for themselves. Suffice to say I’m a bit annoyed about this today…
Morning. My name is Pete.
Given that statement, I wonder how you’ll refer to me the next time you need to use my name? Perhaps you’ll call me Pete, given that it’s how I introduced myself to you, how I write my name, and how everybody else refers to me. No? You don’t want to refer to me in exactly the way I introduced myself? You want to take it upon yourself to assume that because I have Peter on my birth certificate, then that’s what you’ll call me? Continue reading
That’s me, on someone else’s blog. Nice!
Here’s an old post I wrote for my friend’s blog a few years ago. Find the original post here. It’s a slightly different tone to usual, but then again, I was getting paid for it… Here’s the 2010 version of me, but doing exactly what I’m doing this week…
My name is Pete, and I’m a musician.
No, not the glamorous, Top Of The Pops, Wembley Stadium type of musician, but the other kind, the kind you never hear of, who are in a constant state of scratching around desperately trying to make ends meet, whilst being shafted by car insurance companies who think we’re all like the first kind. We’re not. We go about our business like most normal people do, except there’s a tendency to be driving long distances at times most ‘civilians’ are asleep. Continue reading
Yeah, like playing the piano… *
This is a bit like when you’re fed up and someone says something along the lines of “cheer up, there’s always someone else worse off than you.” Great. What you mean, idiotic non-existent person who said that, is that I can never been anything other than utterly filled with joy for every waking minute of my life because somewhere in the world, someone is feeling worse than me, or rather has apparently more reason to feel sad than me.
I’m sorry, I just don’t buy it. If I’m sad, the reasons I’m not sad aren’t anything to do with my relative sadness in the graph of world sadness. Of course there are people worse off than me, I just happen to be feeling down and want to express that feeling to someone else. The sort of people who say that sort of thing are obviously idiots but they also completely lack the empathy that they think they have. They’re not helping the situation, they’re antagonising it; they’re not making you feel better, they’re making you feel worse. I can’t imagine any situation where if someone said that to me I’d have any other change of emotion that wanting to punch them in the head. Continue reading
Well, obviously this is going to annoy me. Surely it must annoy everyone. It’s just another reminder that we are all apparently thick idiots and need mollycoddling at every opportunity. Either that or the country has been infiltrated by litigious fools who somehow are incapable of having a shower without buggering over, yet can manage to sue a large corporation for neglect. Idiots.
I know it’s easy enough to ignore these signs, but they’re everywhere and I spend a lot of time in hotels so I see them a lot. I can’t imagine how it can possibly help. Does anybody in the world not already take care when getting out of the shower? What is going through their minds and what is going through the minds of the hoteliers who are spending their hard earned money on getting these things printed? So, the customer: Continue reading
No, not ginger as in ginger people, I mean ginger as in root ginger. Ginger people are fine, on the whole. Yes, they’re all a bit pale and weird and what not, but they’re all right. Some of my friends are even ginger. Not close ones, obviously.
For fucks sake please understand I’m being ironic. The world, especially the written internetty world would be a better place if people could understand irony. I think there should be some kind of irony flag, some kind of font or something – the irony font – which would alert the stupid idiotic people to the fact that something might be being used in an ironic way.
Anyway, ginger. Root ginger. Bit rubbish, innit? It’s so cool to like ginger, that people tend to forget about the fact that it’s not actually very nice. Obviously, ginger biscuits are nice. Ginger cake is amazing. Powdered ginger is pretty good as well, as is that stuff which you get in jars which is all wet and that. Not pickled; you know what I mean, the name escapes me… That’s better but it’s obviously heavily sweetened, to take away the essential taste of the ginger. Continue reading