This is my first blog entry from my new flat in Eltham, probably the first of many. I have finally moved. To be honest saying goodbye to Lyn earlier was bloody hard: having lived with her for nearly ten years, I am still very fond of her, but parted on good terms, and it probably won’t be too long before we see each other again. For nw though, I really must thank my parents for busting a gut to help me set up my new home; they have really been incredible. Thanks to them, this place is already starting to feel like home: rather different to Lyn’s, but more like mine.
In the end, I decided to go up to Westminster yesterday. It was towards the end of the day and so I missed the main protest. Yet I felt I couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. I got there just as most people were starting to go home, but there were still plenty of people there. The thing is, whenever I go up there, I always get so agitated and angry, I feel compelled to argue with every Leave campaigner I see. This issue makes me fly into uncontrollable rages: do these morons not care what Brexit will do to the country, or that those of us with disabilities stand to suffer particularly badly because of it? But then, from the looks of the pictures of the People’s Vote yesterday, I’m not the only one who feels so strongly about this. The question now is, how can the scumbags in parliament have the gall to pretend such protests and such anger does not exist?
I’ll probably not go to the big Remain march tomorrow. I know I should, but these days I find I get so angry about politics that I just boil over and lose control. Besides, I have so much stuff to do here that I cannot afford to spend time going on political protests, as strongly as I feel about the issue. In a way, I feel like the country itself, on the verge of a huge change which it didn’t really ask for and about which it is by no means sure. I can’t help thinking it’s all a complete mess.
No sensible person can now deny climate change is real, but where do you draw the line between protesting to draw public attention to it, and disrupting public transport and pissing commuters off to attract media attention to one’s pressure group? If you ask me, the disruption on public transport in London today had nothing to do with climate change – there are, after all, far more efficient ways to protest – but everything to do with a pressure group made up of middle class privileged egotists feeling neglected and wanting to get their faces on telly.
I took a roll up to the Olympic park late this afternoon, just to see what was going on there. I noticed quite a bit of building work in progress, so, getting home, I did a bit of Googling. I found what I came across very exciting: East Bank looks like a fantastic project, combining universities, museums, music and culture. If all goes to plan, that entire area looks like it has an exciting, vibrant future ahead of it, and I’m now wondering if I can somehow get involved as a writer and/or filmmaker.
I think the most amusing thing I can link to today is this story in the Metro. A poll ITV ran asking viewers whether Piers Morgan should be fired over his intolerant views has backfired spectacularly: they voted by 58% to say he should be fired. As you might guess, the dipshit is not happy, claiming that the poll was somehow hijacked by leftist snowflakes. If you ask me, though, that scumbag had no business being on TV in the first place: ITV wanted him to spout all that fascist bullshit merely to get attention and ratings. They wanted to tap into a sense of neglect felt by a certain minority, left behind and confused by modern liberal social trends. It’s exactly the same minority Farage and Trump pander to. By spouting all this bigoted shit, they tell people it’s ok to be reactionary morons who don’t have to engage with or accept any form of culture other than their own; it lets them off the intellectual hook. Sucking up to intolerant halfwits may attract certain viewers, but it’s something which should have no place on British TV, and I’ll be pissed off if ITV don’t do as the poll asks and fires the piece of shit.
As far as I’m concerned there was no queen’s speech today; there was no queen’s speech because we don’t have a government I respect. Instead, squatting in Downing street we have a total asshole; a proven liar whom we should all be ashamed was allowed to rise to the position he now holds. Besides, as I explained yesterday, I’m currently far too preoccupied to concern myself with politics; and whenever I do these days I always get so wound up it’s embarrassing, so it’s probably better to just ignore the entire farcical mess altogether.