Misty eyed

Isn't it brilliant when you try and organize an ice skating trip with mates who are unable to come on the same day. Oh well, me and Dan had a nice time at least.

It seems though that hardly anyone else had the idea of going skating today, it was virtually empty.

In fact the place was only just opened for public use so the ice had a mist that was settled at a certain level.

This level was at a certain level equal to where Dan's head is. Bless.

At least he doesn't where glasses, for it means that you end up misty eyed. 

When only Dan is around that's not really what you want.

However Dan was the least ridiculous person out of the few that were at the rink.

We had a confrontation...... With a very angry lass that was about 20 who had a go at us for taking the banter out of a certain man in full grey tracksuit because of the kind of skates he was wearing.

The grey tracksuite would of been a more obvious target of mocking but no. I think the term that was used was

"There different skates, are they hockey cus there kind of in the middle"

Apparently this man was very upset with the comments he heard and would like an apology. 

Thats when the man himself came forward and quite frankly left us alone after we repeated what we had said.

5 minutes of skating time...... wasted by the numptys of the public. Political correctness has reached a new height.

If you say something about someone else, irrelevant of whether its negative or not, it is offensive.

Youths of Great Britain we need you!!!

Well it makes a lot of sense smashing into random shops...

It makes a lot of sense doing it in your own town...

And why wait for a reason thats big enough to warrant the smashing of your town, just do it for the sake of it....

What possible reason is there for it? Because you can get away with it?

Youths of great Britain we need you to change the culture of doing what you can without getting caught to a culture of doing what you can to change make your own town better.

There is no blaming the police in this one, they can only do as their employment rota allows.
Blame the politicians if you like but they arnt the ones who change the culture and attitudes behind this random chav outburst of children and morons.

We are all to blame with our own lack of morals which we pass down. Stand on our own, get rid of the people in the way, as long as your fine nothing else matters

As a God knowing man, im not surprised.

Why do we beleive in what we beleive? Because we beleive that without the use of love given to us from the big cheese events like over the past few nights will carry on and get worse.

 It isnt that these people need to know that its wrong.

they need to be shown whats right.

Sibling Shoe Thief

There are three men who inhabit the hobbit hole of the Leigh residence.

Me, Dad and Dave.
All of us have the same size shoe (12 if your interested)
This means that if we have to go to the shed for something it doesn't really matter which shoes you get to because they all fit. For that short period of time no-one really cares.

However, there are some occasions when shoes belonging to another person fall into the hands of the wrong Leigh. Normally its me stealing the shoes but only when my shoes have broken etc.

Strangely i once stole a pair of size nines, i didn't realise till i got home because i could be bothered to put them on. (sorry about that Tris)

I got my own shoes back from that evening to find a hole in the bottom so i had to borrow some of Dave's until i got some more of my own. Dave has broken the unsaid pact of leaving other peoples shoes well alone.

The new shoes i bought it seems have dave quite taken by them, and he has taken my shoes without asking and spent the weekend house sitting for sussanah crowther. What he doesnt realise is that they are my ONLY PAIR OF DECENT SHOES. Which has left me parading around in a pair of his.

 Dave i want my shoes back!

Top of the foodchain?

Sad to hear about those lads in Norway where one got killed.

Sad as it is it led to a frequently had debate with my father, saying that i take after my father not just in looks but also stubbornness any "debate" we may enter never gets resolved unless one person brings scientific evidence acceptable in the court of law.

"Matt", he says, "see there's the proof, polar bears are the top of the food chain"

See i disagree, and because of my impulse to jump in and prove my point that he is wrong im sat there, beads of sweat running down my temples and my teeth clenched under the pressure of someone speaking out there backside yet not wanting to jump in to the discussion because i dont have 3 hours spare.

After all humans, by the simple fact that we are everywhere and in general most confrontations with humans the polar bear loses.

After an excrutiating time of 24 seconds i cant stand it any longer.

"Dad, humans are the top of the food chain" the relief lasted for only a split second thanks to the big oafs opinions.

"No, Polar bears are" See not even a grown up response just NO IIIIIMMMM RIGHT or something like it, no reasoning, logic or anything that might make his point more correct.

"dad, if polar bears were the top they would be eating humans on a regularish basis to prove the fact, no i think youll find that they get shot or scared off or killed by global warming, all of which are caused by the guys above them, US!!"

I thought its over and saw his features (annoyingly close to my own) looking back over to the TV with the ever present gorm that overtakes my dads face when he watches TV.
I cant beleive it, I won 


Thats the beauty with dad, i can be sat in the bliss of being right and proving it for a good half an hour before the programme finishes, his gorm diminishes and suddenly....

"Well you put a human in a field on his own against a polar bear and see who wins"

The closest to suicide i can get within a normal day is having differing opinions to my father.....

Flowers and Backpain

Ive got the flower shop job that ive been so relentlessly going on about for the past couple of weeks.

Being a pansey with flowers? no today i was shifting scrap and huge ceramic displays. I feel like an old man, a satisfied old man but still a "crisp" none the less ("crisp" is a thin, wrinkly and easily breakable person).

However on the whole its nice work that isn't too hard, nice people and regular pay
Now that's a tad better than my other option, where i would of been walking the random streets of a random city in the random east midlands. I would be knocking on doors and trying to convince whatever tatooed numpty who answers the door to give 2 quid a week to charity. What makes it better is that i would only be payed commission, oh yeh and id be going for 12 hours a day........

So overall a good day of being payed for lugging crap around, could be worse i suppose, well i did get soaked outside in the yard. How can it be so hot when its raining?!!!!!!

Paracetamol is a painkiller

I am going to get ribbed for this next sentence by all of you...

Mum I know your going to rib me for the following post......

I havnt done a post for a couple of days for a couple of reasons, most of all because i forgot but also cus i havnt felt so well. Which leads me to my main point, why when your ill does your mum keep on at you  to take paracetemol?

Dont get me wrong its a wounderous substance that has taken away the headaches of many a long and boring lesson or maybe even the dull ache caused by the dodgy curry the night before.

For this purpose its brilliant, however when im ill there is one problem i have.

aside from the fact that i already feel like heaving without swallowing a solid capsule,painkillers are for pain.

if i had a headache or some sort of pain then yeh great but i feel ill not in pain.

And so i sit to my own business looking paler every minute with a couple of parents on at me to take pills which as far as i can work out arnt designed to help me in this situation. Dont get me wrong, it never gets to the point where there force feeding me..... Ive never let it get that far.

So here is the question, do painkillers kill nausea? As the name suggests no blatently not, if there is a nausea killing pill tell me and i wont hesitate to pop them instead.

Its as hot as a sun burnt vindaloo

Have you ever seen a sun burnt vindaloo? no neither have i.

Which is exactly my point. its too hot. Since when does welsh weather make you feel like your in spain? since when does wollaton park end with you sweating like a pig? Well with me it does seem that happens in most situations...

Family is a weird subject for me, if anyone knows of the weird relations on my Dads side of the family you would understand my confusion. I dont really talk to my extended family much, mostly because we lead very different lives and the idea of extended family from both sides getting along doesn't really make sense in my head.

thats why when i had the chance to go to a castunstall gathering (see what i did there) i grasped the oppurtunity just to see cousins...TALKING IN ONE SOCIAL GATHERING

uncles get on, aunties are gossiping, lads are playing sports and jade is sat there with a magazine. It was well strange. Since when do families get on so well?

more importantly i see it as a threat to the rest of man kind. They know about everything and everyone before they should do because if one member knows someone then they all do because they talk.

Well that's scary, if you watch "the godfather" you will understand why.

At least its another bonding session that can only work for the better of the family my only problem is why in the hot summer would you meet in a deer infested field at wollaton hall?

Another event where ive come back "beached"