Nick Griffin

Well I don't know about the rest of you, but I just finished watching the vile excuse for a human being that is Nick Griffin on Question Time. On the one hand I can't believe the BBC acknowledged his vicious little party (although I am also well aware that they will have had no choice) but on the other I am so glad that they did because from what I just saw, I believe that people can really see who, or rather what he is.

His views are not worth a damn in this age and nor should they be. I have friends who aren't of British origin and I have gay and lesbian friends and each and every one of the people he opposes are worth a billion times more than he could ever be. For me it's like watching a nature show - when I watch I always route for the zebra to get away, but this time, I'm watching and I'm willing something to come along and lunch on him. Just think how many lions his face alone could feed.

He's like a wasp (and I don't mean that in the White-Aglow-Saxon-Protestant way), he serves no purpose to humanity and should be swatted before he has the opportunity to sting.

I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him get gradually more and more irate on there, I loved seeing his hands shaking and him clapping like a wind up toy whenever someone humiliated him. It was fun. But I have a question - who the fuck would ever marry that thing? Not simply because he's a racist, bigoted, vile, slimy, disgusting excuse for a human being; but because he's one ugly son of a bitch. What's going on with his eye for one thing? Frankie Boyle is entirely right:

"he looks like a plucked owl on the fast track to management at Greggs"

Surbiton to Sandhurst

In order to get home, I take a simple train that runs between Surbiton and Farnborough - before the changes and copious walking commences.  Today was no exception.  I sat down on the train and minded my own business, I sat with the latest i-D on my lap and I continued to read it from where I had left off - an article on Tyen, a make-up artist for Dior and continued through, ending on the Gucci article.  

The guy opposite me on the right hand side of the train had been staring at me and I figured he was just having a look at what I was reading cause he was bored.  Lets face it, when we have no paper and someone else does, we do try and look at theirs.  So I ignored it.  

He got off one station ahead of me and as he stood up, he looked me in the eyes, shook his head in disgust, said "faggot", sighed heavily and got off the train.  Now I couldn't help but laugh! 

I'm not gay and nor do I have a problem with people who are, I just thought this was such a strange thing to say to someone.  I can only assume it was because of the mag I was reading, although I don't have to read anything for my Great Aunt to accuse me of being a "shirt lifter" as she calls it.  

It wasn't that he took a pop at me that got me, it was the way he did it.  There was no menace or threat to his voice.  No anger.  No real hate even.  Just the sound of bitter disappointment - it was the tone reserved by your parents when you've just failed an exam - the 'we're so disappointed in you' attack that hurts like Hell.  But here was this strange guy acting like I was a lost soul and I had completely destroyed his faith in humanity.  

I really hope I did.  

I hope he saw me trying not to piss myself laughing as the train pulled away too.  

Pay it forward

I don't know how many of you might have heard of the concept of 'pay it forward'.  It's a really interesting concept and was a surprisingly good film starring Haley Joel Osment and Kevin Spacey.  

The general idea is that you do a good deed for 3 individual people.  I'm not talking a small good deed like holding the door open for a little old woman (which you should do anyway), but something a little better than that.  You tell each of those three people about the idea and that in turn, they should do good deeds for 3 other people.  So one person does 3 people a good deed each, each of those people does a good deed for 3 others and so it spreads.  I think it's a brilliant idea and it should be employed more often.  

However, I was wondering, does it work for bad deeds too?

Some c*nt in a white van thought it would be clever to veer towards the curb yesterday while I was stood waiting to cross a road.  The large puddle that was easily avoidable was then sent all over me to the extent that the £5 note in my wallet was actually soggy.  I watched him steer the van in my direction, bastard.  So I'd consider that a bad deed or a mean deed, so does that mean I can go out and do something similar to 3 other people so they continue it?  Cause that's what I felt like doing. 

I walked the last 2.8 miles with my shoes making squelching sounds while it continued to rain on me.  

Some important information:

I had forgotten just how good this song was, not to mention the AMAZING Pingu video!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7RcqRmBlIQ

Brilliant!

Anyway, on other news it occurred to me that I should probably inform you all that Free Hug has ceased for the time being.  It will no longer be a monthly 8 page e-zine but will now be a quarterly e-zine, but with many more pages.  It will be available to download from my website (which is currently under construction) and I will let you know when that is up and running and ready for download.  

Bagman

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