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Don't you just love half term?
It's probably the only holidays where I say to myself...
"Hey Eoin, you sexy thing you, it's only a week of holiday,
so nothing of real importance can be done. Why don't you
just slob this one out, and then pretend that you did
something worthwhile. Don't worry, only I will know that
you've hung out in 'comfortable' clothes all week, reading
books and talking to nobody".
And it's so hard not to agree. Truly, this is what half
terms are really for: nothing whatsoever. I often wonder
what teachers do in half term. What does Dr Rob Wilkinson
do?
"You can't stop me now Bond! I have the girl, and I'm about
to blow up Jupiter! Don't come any closer, or the big one
gets it!"
"Hey! I bag the ladies!"
"I was talking about the planet!"
"Aaah, go ahead. Nobody really cares about Jupiter
anyway..."
"Bloody hell, you try something different and everyone's a
critic. Fine, whatever, I'll aim it at the bloody moon.
Satisfied!?"
"But that's lunar-cy"
"AH! Cheap pun....melting brain...can't take it....Ooo,
would you look at the time? My week's over Bond, I'll be
free next Feburary. Toodle peeps!"
"I'll get you next time, Dr.Wilkinson. Anywho, hey baby! Why
don't you jump on my thrill drill?"
Saying this, the new film is actually quite good. I was
expecting the usually Bond tripe; gadgets, girls, sex,
girls, big bad guy, sex, few comic moments, saving the girl,
sex, job well done, sex. But, really, it had a little more
heart to it (I use that term loosely here), and it was
enjoyable viewing. This is much unlike the one before, Die
another day (I think) which had ridiculous gadgets. Like an
invisible car. With today's modern technology e.g. infra-red
viewing, an invisible car is useless. Plus, it's tacky, and
far too American. Bond is British, and that should mean
British style gadgets.
"And this, 007, is the best of the lot..."
"This is a tank."
"Quite, but not just any tank. It's got several little
things which I thought could be useful for any MI6 agent"
"But it's a tank..."
"Do try to keep up 007. I've installed some recording
equipment in the nozzle of the barrel, and a camera at the
front"
"Bu..."
"No, don't worry, it's got a flash. Now, inside, there's a
sofa, and a pool table. If you press this button, cigars
will come out and a dartboard will unfurl from the back"
Now, that's more like it. That's just as British as our
highest teenage pregnancy and binge drinking rates in
Europe. We also now have the highest cocaine usage amongst
young people. It seems as though we are getting more
American every day, which I hate.
But then, who conducts these surveys and why? So the rest of
Europe can point a finger at the UK and have a nice old
laugh? I wouldn't put it past them. I mean, the only reason
that we've got these high rates is probably because our
bureaucracy is the most efficient in Europe, not because
we're very much different to other European's (though they'd
like to think otherwise, especially the French). For
example, I can guarantee that Russia doesn't look into how
high binge drinking is among its own young people. Did you
know annually 42,000 Russians die of alcohol poisoning? The
French probably don't investigate the 'banlieues'; I'd say
that government authority isn't the most widely respected
force in those areas. And the Germans are just as bad as us.
So why is there a desire to humiliate and criticise the
British? We even do it to ourselves. Personally, I blame the
media culture of today. Because bad news grabs us more than
good, atrocities and evils is all we ever see. This
imbalance has, in several ways, twisted our world
perspective.
Saying that, the world is a much more troubled place than,
say, 50 years ago. You could argue that bad news is all we
have nowadays. I disagree with that. People are still
getting married, telling jokes, enjoying Christmas etc. Why
does there have to be a vision of doom, when there could
just as easily be a vision of hope? Idealism isn't something
that should be scorned, but neither is it something that
should be applied to every circumstance; realism is needed
in many difficult situations. However, it should be
understood, and be seen as something to strive for. Mankind
doesn't have to destroy itself if it doesn't want to.
On a more serious note, I think vegans are idiots. My
philosophy is one should always eat something with a face;
there's room for all of God's creatures...next to the mashed
potatoes. Though, strictly speaking, mashed potatoes don't
have faces, they still feel pain, and hence must be eaten.
Vegetarians I can vaguely understand. It's hard, but you can
remove the killing instinct. Personally, I believe that the
meat economy keeps people employed and cows, pigs and sheep
living (albeit for a short amount of time), and so if I
stopped eating meat, then the world would end horrifically.
Maybe. I'm not willing to take the chance, plus meat tastes
good. However, this is beside the point, as vegans don't eat
other yummy stuff such as cheese, yoghurt and eggs. Why!?
Milk is fine; cows don't mind it being sucked out of them
and most of their calves have been killed for veal anyway.
And eggs are okay too. I mean, a battery hen is already
quite cooped up in its box, I don't think it particularly
wants a chick to clutter things up. In fact, eating eggs and
drinking milk is actually helping the animal as it has no
need for the substance. Actually, eating the animal ends its
miserable existence, so eat an animal today and wrap
yourself in the destructiveness of human beings.
Saying that, I wouldn't mind being out-competed by another
species, like molluscs for example. Thinking that the whole
of mankind would be extinct is a bit sad, but on the other
hand, an octopus wearing a suit and going to work on a bus
is really cool, especially if the bus is being driven by a
giant slug ...
with a bus driver hat.
Octopi would obviously be the dominant people, as they're
cooler, and males can tell when females are angry by simply
the colour of their skin (very important for survival of the
species). Slugs would be the workers of the society, as
they're stupid but have the potential to become huge and
orange (no need for builder clothes). There wouldn't be many
wars, because molluscs wouldn't evolve religion, and
everybody looks the same. Also, the pace of life would be
much slower. Sounds fun, and I would cryogenically freeze
myself so I could be part of it, but, in all likelihood, an
octopus would think I'm an ice lolly.
And so thus endeth this random musings. It's shame that a
Swedish knark reminded me that it's been about a month and a
half since the last one, so I'll leave you with a random
fact.
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than
left-handed people.
So sad...all those nasty right handed scissor accidents.
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