To Blog or Not To Blog

Blogging... what's the coo?

So why Blog? Well for me its about having a rant without all the guilt of worrying if you are chewing someone's ear off. And today's rant.. Smoking.

Now I smoke and I think I am a respectful smoker, but the current climate of the war against the smokers is doing my head in. Not only do i pay the highest amount in europe or the world for that matter for my sticks of nicotine and therefore contribute a fair amount of my income to the government in taxes, it makes me boil over that the same government is so passionate about making smokers lives a misery. Take the NHS for example, now someone I know told me that 80%, yes 80% of the NHS is funded from the taxes from cigarettes. Yet some NHS trusts are dropping smokers off their waiting lists for operations and banning the lighting up of cigarettes anywhere near the hospitals. Apparently its not good to see patients or staff in the grounds of hospitals smoking.. apparently it gives the wrong message. Well I think it gives a much worse message to see huddles of patients on the edges of hospital grounds often on main roads, with the full complement of drips and catheters puffing away. Then often a few meters away there's another huddle, this time of hospital staff creating their own toxic cloud. What does it say? well it says to me if people want to smoke they will smoke however inconvenient it is. But it anoys me no end that the NHS will happily take the cash from smokers but stick their fingers up at them at the same time. It is as hypocritical as a man who makes a living out of selling stolen goods moaning about the rise in crime!

Then take Westminister council. They want to ban smoking in the street! So you can't smoke in many pubs or restaurants which I don't mind. I think its only fair actually, but if you can't then pop outside for a quick nicotine fix, well i'm just gonna stay at home and see how businesses fair when their profits go down. It strikes me that they want their damn cake and want to eat it as well.

So what am I going to do?.. am i motivated to stop?.. no I am not! I decided to refuse to pay any taxes on my fags and choose to buy them of a nefarious bloke who imports them from poland or russia or somewhere where they cost a about 50p a pack. Ah but am i unwittingly supporting people smuggling, terrorism, drug running or the ilk.. who knows but I am sick to the back teeth of the daylight robbers who call themselves the government. Screw em all.. now where's that lighter....

What I think is... Blog on!

So I had a flirtation with myspace... its ok but I want to do something more anoymous. I've got alot of thoughts about everything and everything and I thought I would share them here and see what happens.

I watched the new Catherine Tate show the other day. I so love it.. what a talent.. the nan makes me cry with laughter. She so mercurial and exactly how i will be in my 70's.. a cantankerous old bat who swears like a trooper. I'm looking forward to the next episode.. 'am i bovverred'.. you bet I am.

I had a friend round for dinner, cooked one of my signature dishes.. spicy boursin chicken with rice.. I love it and can't believe that such a fantastic dish was born looking at an empty frigde going... I've got chicken breasts, microwave rice, boursin and some pre-chopped chilli.. lets see what happens.. if all else fails its a cup a soup for tea!

I don't really have chicken breasts in real life .. Mine are all real. And big if you are interested.. i reckon there's at least 10lbs in each one. I don't run for buses cos I fear that two black eyes may take some delicate explaining. But it was nice to see my friend.. if i was thirteen, she would be my bestest friend ever. She would get this worthy title by being a) my oldest friend that i still see regularly and b) she has stuck by me through some good times and some very bad times. oh and c) she is the most sensible down to earth person I know who has a clarity of insight I have only seen in those who have had 20 years of therapy (of which she hasn't - the therapy that is). She is like a breath of spring air.

I was wondering what I did before my hands became surgically attached to my computer keyboard. Nothing probably.. they were probably attached to my tv remote or a bottle of wine. Okay the crate of wine.

My life has become so enriched by the power of the internet. My second best friend is probably google.. cos i check in to say hello to it every day. Its marvellous.. it helps me find everything, it does almost everything and it is a likely contender to rule the world in a dr evil sort of way. But I'm hoping this site will become my latest friend, and maybe it will reach parts that my flirtations with myspace, google and youtube have yet to fulfil. Maybe this blog will talk to me and maybe its time I took my meds.

So what, dear reader might you have to look forward to in my exciting excerps from my day and from the mad goings on in my cranium. If you are lucky i may post links to my insanity on youtube. I will most definately tell you what I think about everything and nothing and I will more than likely 'attention seek' in a global fashion. (Its in my nature.. I'm the embodiment of egocentricity... basically its all about me.)