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A Step Towards ‘The System’.

Something terrible and terrifying is happening tomorrow. Something that I’ve spent the last three years trying to forget about. It’s never happened before and I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself.

Yes. We’re taking Sausage to nursery.

We’ve ummed and ahhed for the last couple of years about whether we were going to send her to nursery, seeing as Husband and I both work from home and we came to the conclusion that no-one could look after Sausage as well as we can, so we’d keep her at home. And then the doubts set in. Are we holding her back? Depriving her of a chance to make friends and have fun?

Anger · Personal · Rant

Race Relations

I’d like to start by saying that although in the past I’ve written about some controversial subjects, I tend to stay away from the biggies because blogs can so often be taken out of context and come back to bite us on the arse. Subjects like sexism, homophobia or racism are always going to be emotive and I don’t expect to unite the world with one little blog post. However, I’ve become more aware of, and more shocked by, the levels of racism that seems to have become acceptable in so-called civilised society, amongst well-educated and usually moderate people.

I’m by no means a naive person, I know racism exists in all walks of life and have written previously about idiots like the English Defence League. Before I go on, I’d like to say that I do believe that racism is subjective and because of certain liberal values, political correctness has gone a bit mental. I remember a few years ago my friends’ Mum, who is a social worker, came home and told us that they’d been given a new language directive at work and they were no longer allowed to use the expression ‘mixed race’, and that they must now say ‘dual-heritage’. This seems rather an excessive way to go around the issue of ‘what to call someone’ to me, but I don’t make the rules.

But I think i was first made aware of “middle-class racism” when the furore over Rastamouse started. I saw several people complain about the use of patois in a children’s programme, bloggers and tweeters up in arms that their children would turn into thieves and layabouts. Aside from being a massive, glaring generalisation of an entire culture of people, their short-sightedness floored me. Surely, learning other accents and cultures enriches the lives of our children?

Since the riots, I’ve seen a shocking amount of Facebook statuses and Tweets, talking about how immigrants and people of non-British ethnicity were “99% responsible for the riots” and was shocked when my best friend (who is of Nigerian heritage) went on Facebook to say just how disappointed she was that no less than seven of her online friends had been making racist comments about the riots and surrounding events. I don’t want to get into a row about the cause of the riots or the politics surrounding it, but I know this; I watched HOURS of live news footage of those riots and I saw just as many white faces, or mixed race faces (you know, those people who are still HALF WHITE) in those crowds as I did black, asian or a.n.other faces.

But it’s not about the perpetrators or what percentage was foreign or domestic. It’s about the way we choose to react. It’s about the fact that yes, some were black, some were young, some were old, some were women, some were men….the only pattern is that they were all PEOPLE. They all committed the same crimes, so what the hell does their ethnicity or economic standing have to do with it? Don’t bemoan the colour of their skin, bemoan the fact that they were violent, opportunistic tossers.

I know I’ll never get everyone to agree and I’m sure you all have a scathing response to write, stating immigration policy and crime statistics, but I don’t want to be part of a community where colour is more important to people than criminality. It’s not a race issue, it’s a ‘raising your kids the right way’ issue.

All About ME!

Ten Things You Don’t Know About ME…

I find memes like this bloody difficult, mainly because I’m a very ‘heart on my sleeve’ kind of gal and tend to spill my guts on here every day, but seeing as how I was tagged by The Boy and Me, who is one of my all-time favourite bloggers, I must oblige. The premise is simple, I tell you ten things about me, tag some other peeps and so on and so forth. So here goes…

My bent finger.
Yes, I wore these on both hands.

1. I have a bone deformity in my hands which means that my little fingers are permanently bent. When I was younger the doctors thought it was a tendon contracture and I spent a couple of years wearing painful contraptions designed to stretch the tendons (and which caused some bullying at school), only for the doctors to discover that they were completely ineffective.

2. A few weeks ago I made a point of learning some Jamaican dance hall dance moves. Not for any particular reason, I just wanted to. I’m now proficient in the bogle, the butterfly, down di flank and log on. And no, I will not be using them in public.

3. When I was a kid, I was an enormous fan of Guns ‘n’ Roses (oh alright, I still am…) and when my friend (I think it was Emma Christmas, for anyone reading this who may know us) went to America and brought me back a photo of Axl Rose, I attempted to snog the photo and scratched it with my front tooth.

4. I didn’t kiss a boy for the first time until I was 14. This may have been because of the traumatic tooth/photo incident.

5. My first ever boyfriend was gay. Still is gay, as far as I’m aware. He once told me, years later, that I’m the only woman he could ever be attracted to. I still don’t know how to take that….

6. Some of the names that were thrown around for Sausage were Homer, Linus, Harper, Maureen and Daisy. all of which were vetoed by either myself or Husband.

7. The majority of my ancestors are mongrels, harking from all over Europe, but my paternal grandad’s family lived within the same square mile of East London for about ten generations

8. I absolutely LOVE to sing, I sing all the time. SingStar is my favourite game and I would play it every day. One of my favourite ways to spend an evening is for me and Husband to get a takeaway, have a beer and play some SingStar.

9. I’m ridiculously competitive. When I first moved out of home, I had a copy of the Playstation game Buzz. My new flatmates refused to play it with me after a few sessions because of my aggressive baiting, heckling and celebration dances. Plus, I don’t think they liked it when I ‘WOOP’ed loudly in their faces after every time I answered a question correctly.

10. When I was a kid, I used to choose to spend my evenings sleeping at my grandparents house, and my greatest thrill was phoning Richard Spendlove on BBC Essex Radio to request songs like ‘Jive Bunny’ and ’24 Hours To Tulsa’. This went on until I was about 13.

And now for the tagging…

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