BanterNotIncluded Blog

Dedicated to all those I am working with.....

IF EVERY FUCKER IN THIS PLACE THINKS HE OR SHE CAN DO MY JOB BETTER THAN ME THEN FUCKING DO IT.

BECAUSE, QUITE FRANKLY, I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT.

I am trying to refuse to be annoied today by unimportant things, I am trying to shed away the little frustrations and get on with the job in hand.

Hence, I am not even going to MENTION the little unimportant things that are pissing me off (work).

I will rise above it!

I wish you a good day

So as I've said a few times I'm trying to write 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days... (www.nanowrino.org if interested) and by today I should have written 34,000 words to keep up with the reccomended daily word count... I've only written 16,690 and to be hones tit's utter tosh! But, it's the arty of dedicating a certain amount of time in the day to writing a novel and THEN after the 30 days editing it and so on...

17,310 words needs writing today to get back on track... Either that or I aim to write 3330 words a day for the next ten days... Which is do-able.

I'm totally viod of ideas and am writing as I said tosh, but it's a sense of something... Right?

Wish me luck!

So I finally rested my head at 4.30am and woke at 8am.... Suffice to say I'm utterly pooped!

My legs and shoulders ache from yesterdays attempts at "keep fit" and my head is a mash-up.

But it's all good.

I've spent most of my morning on www.amnesty.org.uk after being so pissed off... I've always been a bit of a "do-gooder"... I remember helping out lots at charity events at school, especially the "regugee" day (where so many fun memories were made - a friend breaking a collar bone after racing through the tents, another hiding under a duvet of boys while teachers were checking our tents for "cross-contamination" of boys and girls sleeping "together"... She farted!).

I really don't want to get all up in people's faces, I guess I just read things that affect me, that make me angry and passionate. Human right matter to me and I suppose I'm a little sensitive to people coming on here and yelling at me to get a life and care about other things or something... I dunno.

Anyway, yeah, that's me today. Reader of all things "do-goodie". So there.

XXX

Man it's been a crazy one....

I woke with the bf, waved him off to work and set about doing a work out DVD - an hour of huffing and puffing and wincing and trying to convince myself dancing like a twat would make me feel and look slightly better.

I had a shower and I knew it was a long one, but when I got out and looked at the clock it shocked me to think I had 15 minutes to get leaving for work!

Forgot brekkie so ended up chowing on a pear!

Work was manic, that'll teach me for being off for so long! In three hours I managed meeting with 3 existing volunteers, one possible volunteer, one declined volunteer and a chap who can help me set up another support group. Not to mention going through all my post and catching up with the news.... EXHAUSTING! I've been offered more hours facilitating three support groups which is fab news but means that I'll only get one day off a week, a Monday. Granted some days I'll only be in 3 or 4 hours but still.... Then I think about more strings to my bow...

I had my support group for an 90 minutes, which had moved to a new venue so the people there (OCD sufferers) needed time to adjust to the room and accept it as a safe space.

I got home exhausted at around 5pm, only having eaten a pear and a questionable jammie dodger found at the bottom of the cookie jar at work.

I scrambled together something that vaguely looked like dinner and once the bf was home, I ate it! I filled him in on my day,t he poor chap looked like I'd hit him with a car as he listened to my bombardment of info and obvious stressedness... I promptly finished talking and slept.

I woke in bed at 11pm, wide awake, tried to toss and turn for a little bit while Mr Snores-a-lot slept noisly and soundly.

I'm pooped. My mind is racing on and my body is shattered. I'm on some kind of back-to-work high, all that new info pounding through my head like morse code not really allowing me to rest and relax. Even now I'm finding focus hard...

I met someone today who's story was amazing, it highlighted so many issues we have today. He's seeking asylum with his wife and their son. They came here from Zimbabwe, he is a paster, well respected and well paid. When things were bad in his town he let people stay with his family, fed and watered them. He tried to protect them from being hurt and killed. Of course once the gov. found out what he was doing they arrested him, he was tied to a tree and beaten for days, while his wife was arrested, raped, her leg broken.

Once in the UK he was sent to London the home office took away all his documents and sent his family to a house. He was given pocket money and tried to settle in. He has no NHS care, no chance of a job, no way to make money for his family and support them, no way of giving back to the UK. He's been in the UK for 2 years now and the Home Office are still deciding if he and his family can live here. He was shipped to a dodgy part of Swansea at the start of this year, where he's constantly bullied by his neighbours. In Zimbabwe he used to build computers, now here in the UK he's sent on a course to teach him how to turn one on. He came to the UK seeking help because we told them he could, we opened up our doors to people like him, people presecuted against by their own counrty. Now we're holding him prisioner unable to work, unable to live.

Yes, work is hard to find for anyone these days, the counrty isn't the best, but we're a damn sight better than others, we have free health care, schools which teach our kids, fucking clean water. We told the world "come and stay with us, we can help you" and we can! But we take these people who were well respected and good honest people, stick them in places like cattle, take away their identity, treat them like shit and then abuse them. I asked him how he doesn it, how he manages to stay a good person for his family, he said he's met too many beautiful people in the UK, and nothing could be worse than home.

I see people daily who take the piss out of the system. They play it well because they can, because that's how it's set up. I see so many who can work, but who never have, who get over £350 a week, free glasses, travel, and support. Granted some people need it, but so many don't.

I'm ranting, there are good and bad people everywhere. I just wish people would stop listening to the news so much... There are only 300 people seeking asylum in Wales. 300. That's nothing. There are over 3000 in one town in Zimbabwe who are refugees.

I don't even know my point anymore. I'm pissed off, and angry at people who judge others by their name, counrty of birth, status even. Hate breeding hate breeding hate. Misunderstandings and fear, taking a headline and making it into a mantra.

If you're still reading, thanks. And I apologise for getting so heated at 2.30am!

*10am update*

I realise that my rant could cause a lot of debate, which is fine if people feel the need to do so. My issue isn't mainly about people seeking asylum, just about the way we humans treat others. It's not equal and it should be. The systems are sometimes so fucked up. I'm a lover not a hater. I hate to see people being put down or burried by others. It's been an issue of mine for years. Just be nice to everyone, love all until they give you just cause not to. I wish people would just stop judging others. I know we can't get along with everyone but there is no harm in being nice or civil to others, with a little bit of manners. Live and let live. SMILING at people. We've all had shit in our lives, we all feel the same emotions and we've all got bloody running through our veins. That's all.
Sorry.

I read blogs obviously on here but also elsewhere and I'd like to shae a few with you in case you wish to stray afar and read others - I'd reccomend you stick them in your favorites too (cos I'm cheekly like that!)

The first is Danielle's - I've mentioned her a lot. She's seriously funny and so sweet she's the rah goddess - http://rahgoddess.co.uk/blog/index.php?blog=1

The next would be Alicia - She's serioulsy witty and dry humored and very very creative! A rather cool individual - http://slightlylively.com/index.php?blog=10

The next would be Jenny - Again creative and so clever! She has fantastic little pictures and cartoons - http://www.spiralskies.com/

Has anyone else got any blogs they could reccomend to me they love? I always scold myself for not reading a lot these days (or re-reading some of the trashy novels I pick up) when I actually read a lot of real life stuff in the form of blogs!

Belle de jour has finally "outed" herself, an famous blogger made infamous by her book and finally TV show staring the amazing one Billie Piper (http://www.theage.com.au/world/academics-true-confessions-of-life-as-callgirl-20091116-ii83.html)

Here's to awesome bloggers! xx

I didn't really eat well at all, at no particular time I ate -
3 bowls of cereal,
2 slices of toast
a large slice of cheesecake.

Not the best eh!?

I've always enjoyed plays, reading them, acting in them, seeing them...

Radio four plays the afternoon plays and I've caught a few. Needed some inspiration for my writing project I found one on the iplayer and listened...

It was fantastic.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006qrzz

It's called The Secret Place. And if you get a spare 45 minutes then check it out.

Mum's been asking me what I want for Christmas, and I finally told her, a CD of Radio 4 plays.

Breakfast - cereal
Lunch - soup
Dinner - baked potato, roasted veggies and baked fish
supper - a little slither of cheesescake.

Thinking about it I give so many people in my life pet names...

My bf is "Mah baby" and we have a little cute saying we do every now and again. "Love you" he says. "Love you more" say I "Doubt it" he says.

My niece is "the munchkin" (Her parents call her M-dogs or the dogs... Everyone is dogs to them, I am Loz dogs to them)

My best mate is "the artist formally known as Mills" (as she's now married) or "Smells"

My dad is "the fatherly figure" or "Fatherly" for short.

My brother in law used to be "future ex brother in law to be".

My dog is "puppy" or "mutley" or "pudding"

Another mate of mine is called "bender" on account of his sexuality.. "Ben" for short. (Don't fear he calls me "the slag bag" or "Miss Bag" in an equally affectionate manner)

ANOTHER friend of mine I call Paz face (I named her this before I met her as I planned a party she was attending and she was dubbed it early)

Whats with that?
I also have a knack of calling people by their full names.

And I finish this post by saying I must be bored for posting this!

EDIT - a visitor can't write her comments on here so I have put it in for her (also thanks Alicia!) "I will call people twice the first letter of their name, so you'd be L-L.
The one I love has many names: booger butt, bunny pie, booboo, boogie, sugar bum...
My pet's name was Sifa but I called him Little Sifi or Baby Sifa.
My sister is "Dried Little Poop" and to her, I'm "Asparagus Face"."