old – Observations and Misunderstandings

Today the plan is just to add a few mini ideas as I have them, if I have time and if i have them.

Sheffield definitely has an interesting alternative / hipster vibe to it. I wonder how long before it sells out to the developers. That depends on the council, are they small timers or do they have vision for a vibrant appealing city. People don’t want to move to cities which are just a series of flats and a generic commercial city centre, they want culture and interesting things to do. If you build it people will come. If you lack ideas and take the money they won’t.

There’s a video online of a fox and a badger playing and helping each other. It’s apparently an example of mutualistic arrangement. They will work together to hunt prey, if it goes underground the badger will get it and above ground the fox. They refer to birds living off rhinos by cleaning them, small fish on bigger ones too but I’m not convinced by it. The rhino is hardly going to shoo off the little bird or the big fish neither. These are two predators playing and working together, that is cooperation, they have created a cohesive relationship and bond. We underestimate how much other animals can think or connect with each other but that is only to our detriment. Just imagine though, what if all these cartoons, such as the Fantastic Mr Fox were actually real, we just witnessed two mates hanging out. Don’t be too quick to dismiss any possibility, we can never be one hundred percent sure something like that is not true. Perhaps we need to rediscover our imagination.

My back hurts standing up for so long. Sometimes I feel old.

I fancy a pint.

We just lost in the rugby. There’s nothing worse than losing to England. I blame the English government. Bastards.

I find the question “Do you take cash?” remarkable. I’m so out of touch with the modern generation.

Drunk people are much less fun when you’re not one of them.

I’m not young anymore…but I’m not old either. It’s a good age to be.

Hipsters aren’t quite as cool as they think they are.

People have very clammy hands.

It is a shame that having done so well and in a way turned the corner with my piece the day after Tomorrow – you see what I did there – as that was supposed to be the one which was the beginning of a new era in mini blog piece writing. Yesterday the mind was dying of death, an alcohol related death. Being thirty four years of age, the hangovers are different to just five years ago. It is remarkable though because when younger, those both hungover and older than I, sometimes commented on how easy it was for me regarding hangovers and how much worse they get as you age. While I didn’t disbelieve them it is easy to admit to not being fully appreciative of what they were saying. If anyone reading this over the age of thirty I am sure I have your understanding sympathy and for those below thirty ignore me at your peril. For now and for a few years my hangovers don’t just last one day, there is at least two full days of not feeling quite right after a good drinking session. After a three day stag party it is a week of actual genuine illness. The body has been poisoned, and we’ve done it to ourselves.

I was listening to a podcast today, the guest being someone whose name I have forgotten but he directed the documentary The Cove about the Japanese murder of thousands of dolphins each year. It is a famous documentary but if you haven’t watched it I suggest strongly you do. He was saying in the podcast about how the Japanese eat dolphin meat, even putting it in school menus and recommending it to pregnant women. Ignoring the fact that we just shouldn’t kill let alone eat such beautiful and intelligent creatures, dolphin meat also contain dangerously high levels of mercury. Ultimately the Japanese people are being poisoned and poisoning themselves. We have poisoned the seas, we eat cows full of steroids and hormones, soya from burnt deforested rainforest and puss filled milk which three-quarter of the worlds population don’t even contain the right enzymes to break down. Lets be honest, hit thirty and hangover may last two days but if it takes about three months to flush mercury out of your system I suspect those hops are the least of our worries. It’s times like these that I make numerous vows and very rarely follow them through. What is it again about being human, being human and self-destructive. Our daily mission to poison ourselves and those around us.

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