Yet another rant… God, I hate legal highs

I’ve been living in this supported housing project for nearly three weeks, and in many respects, it’s superb. The project workers know their onions, the security staff are from the North East of England, similar to myself, and the residents, by and large are nice despite their issues. There is however, one problem.

Legal highs. The name’s a bit of a misnomer, as all of these apparently “legal” highs were banned in April. This hasn’t however, stopped the influx among teenagers and young adults in the North of England, where drug use and alcoholism is very common. I myself, have fallen victim to a few drugs in the past, and am a recovering alcoholic.

There’s one “legal” high at the moment though, that is incredibly common and popular around where I live which goes by the name of Spice. I cannot mention names, for sake of anonymity, but person X has been smoking the hateful stuff all day. She’s temporarily staying here, and was previously evicted for smoking Spice. Today, I have spent the whole day either looking after her or researching the stuff, and simply put, that shit is well and truly lethal. It looks like Cannabis (which should be legal but isn’t) but displays all the side effects of heroin and smells dreadful too. So I’m glad the stuff is illegal now, but man, that’s where the local police should be focusing their efforts.

I’m praying the poor girl manages to kick the addiction as people have now died from the stuff.




To put this post into some context for you: I am a wrestling fan. From living in the UK, the USA and Japan, wrestling has been a big part of my life. I grew up during the Monday Night Wars and the Attitude Era, and am suffering (but still watching) through the PG Era (which frankly, needs to end).

The reason I am writing, to any WWE fan, should be obvious. To any non-WWE fans on here, I shall explain. WWE’s PG Era was the least thought-out move the wrestling industry has ever seen. We moved away from Hogan’s “say your prayers and eat your vitamins” schtick in the 1980’s, towards a more realistic, more progressive, more mature era right until the mid noughties, and now we’ve regressed back to the 1980’s bollocks. John Cena, a man once known for having a good move-set (amount of effective techniques in the squared circle) and the biggest mouth in the business, is now known for never losing his temper, or swearing. He became “Mr. Hustle, Loyaltly, and Respect”, burying talent (always winning clean) and never being a real person. Vincent Kennedy McMahon and Paul Levesque, if you read my pokey little blog, which nobody really does, you may want to read onwards.

The first thing wrong with WWE, is that you never let your talent have what they want. That’s why you have just lost your biggest ironman since The Undertaker, Brock Lesnar. All he wanted was a return to the championship scene, and because you refused him, where is he and Paul Heyman headed? UFC. You never gave the best wrestler in the business the promotion needed along side his push forwards, and where did CM Punk go? UFC. If you don’t give the self-styled “King of Strong-Style” what he needs, he’ll end up back at New Japan Pro Wrestling. Your “Phenomenal One” AJ Styles will go back to TNA. Oh wait, I’ve made a cock-up there, even in your WWE Network documentaries, you never mention Total Nonstop Action: Impact, which still beats you in the ratings. It’s time you acknowleged them. They have got two of your biggest old talents working for them: Kurt Angle (why that man isn’t in the WWE Hall of Fame is beyond me) and Booker T (again, should be in the Hall of Fame).

The second thing wrong with WWE is your booking problems. Jesus, even I could book your shows and Pay-per-views better than you have been doing for the last three years. There is even a popular YouTube show from the WhatCulture channel called “How WWE Should Have Booked/Should Book” because of your continuous booking failiures and fuck-ups. Seriously, we know Joseph Anoa’ii (better known as Roman Reigns) is a powerhouse of a man, with speed and the strength to match it, but there are serious problems with him. He cannot speak well on a microphone to save his life, and the fans hate him. Something to me seems seriously wrong when you have to drown out the boos from your live crowd with over-dubbed cheers at the biggest event of the year for you. If that isn’t enough, stars like fellow englishman, Wade Barrett leave after 10 years of loyalty, just because you want to play favourites and because some of your biggest stars have had family that have done your company well 20-30 years ago. From a business point of view, your model is not only useless, but obsolete and irrevelevant.

Alcohol and Me

So, this is me being completely honest with everyone who reads this. I am an acloholic.

There’s a lot to unpack there: Firstly, what is alcoholism? Simply put, it’s a disease/disorder of the brain where the subject/sufferer/addict cannot stop taking alcohol once they’ve inbibed or consumed it. This can cause emotional, psychological, situational and financial harm. I cannot count the amount of money I have spent on the stuff since I started drinking, all I know is that one is too much and a thousand is never enough. Once I start drinking, I cannot stop drinking at all, unless I end up in the back of an ambulance or worse.

Secondly, how did I become an alcoholic? Well, I’m sure everyone has a similar but slightly different story on how they became the way they are, but personally, I think I was born with an impulsive nature. This manifested itself as a child when I bought comic books with my pocket money instead of saving the money up and buying lavish items, like my siblings to me. This however, was an indication of a larger psychological problem: I read to escape. My world and my brain is so different to others that I simply cannot bear being with neurotypical people half of the time. My brain runs much quicker to that of normal people, that when people talk about normal stuff (what’s the latest celebrity sex scandal/ soap opera storyline etc) it drives me bananas. Seriously, it pisses me off no end. That’s why I drank. Under the influence of alcohol, which numbed everything around me, I could stand being around people for extended periods of time.

So, what have I done about it? I’ve gone sober. Completely. I wish alcohol will never pass my mouth again. Ever. To this end, I attend both Alcholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous groups in Lancaster and Morecambe. Tonight was my first AA meeting, and I’ve been blown away by the people there. I realised tonight that I am not alone in this: there are others with Asperger’s who drank to be around people, who drank to be sociable, but through the twelve step recovery programs, have managed to be sober. All I pray for now is that I become someone like them, who have stayed sober for years.

Good Evening, Brexiteers

Good Evening, Brexiteers,

Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of leaving, where we have allowed vehement hatred combined with racism to take centre stage in our country’s politics, I think it’s time you and I had a little chinwag.

There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. The truth is, though this: There’s something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there? Cruelty, injustice, intolerance and oppression were once rare, but now commonplace. And where once you had the freedom to protest, to speak and think the way you wanted to, we now have more cameras than anywhere else in the world, censors considered prudish by even the standards of the USA, and laws passing through the disgrace of a parliament that can access anything in the prevention of “domestic terrorism”.

How did this become so? Who has culpability? Well, like all conspiracies and attempts to subdue the vox populi (general population), there are definitely those more to blame and to be held responsible than others, and through my blog, will hold those miscreants to account. But, with a heavy heart, I’m telling you that if you are looking for the guilty, you need only to cast your gaze into a mirror.

I understand your reasoning perfectly. In harsh financial times like these, £350 million a week seemed absurd. You were petrified, and who could blame you? The right-wing bias of the media, the rise of the far-right through UKIP and Britain First, the repeated exaggerated reports of mass immigration putting a strain on our schools and hospitals. There were hundreds of reasons to rob you all of your wits and corrupt your common sense. Fear took over, and in that fear, you turned to Nigel Farage. You also turned to an immgrant himself and future Prime Minister of the UK, Boris Johnson. They promise you order, better quality financial decisions made by the government under them. They promise you economic stabilty and strength of the pound. They promise you peace. All they want in return is to scrap your pensions, rob you of your human rights whilst they kill off those who will not fit into their model of society. Do you think I’m lying to you? The Conservative Party have killed more than 10,000 people already through their inhuman cuts to welfare services, and whereas we once had the European Union to hold these corrupt vagabonds to account, you have voted to relinquish your control, your safety net from these scoundrels.

A little over four hundred years ago, a great citizen and Yorkshire man wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our collective consciousness and memories. His hope was to remind the world that freedom, justice, love, peace and tolerance were more than words: they’re both ideas and perspectives.

So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the next fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me and millions more, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.

The Death penalty in the United Kingdom- A review

Now I am fully aware that this will cause controversy, and perhaps a few people will dislike me for writing this, but both in the United Kingdom and on the internet, we enjoy a certain freedom of speech, free from a lot of censorship. Thus I am going to attempt to exercise this, and hopefully, I’ll see some good debate either here, or on my facebook profile.

The death penalty has been a rather controversial thing here in the UK, and every few years, the debate rears its head in Parliament. Recently, as I have been researching into the writing of my first crime novel, I have been truly horrified by some of the crimes and their perpetrators from my country’s past that have emerged since the death penalty. In a way, the debate has now entered my head. So, I’m going to enter an argument against the death penalty and then for it, and hopefully make up my mind.

Against- Good morning to all. I type here on this blog to argue against the reinstitution of capital punishment. No man, woman or child should be deprived of life. All life is indeed sacred and should be treated as such. The fact that we are sentient beings who can but choose not to kill each other separates us from the animals. Wars aside, as I am a pacifist, the 21st century is where everything begins to change, and killing those who have done us harm moves us to the primitive beings. If we have the ability to make poverty history, send a man to Mars and eradicate most ailments, then why should we kill those who have done our society great ill? Why can’t we rehabilitate them?

Moreover, DNA evidence has cleared scores of murderers that were tried and executed. Most of these people were tried through kangaroo courts, where the cases against the defendants have been ropey at best, at worst, miscarriages of justice. The fact that Dr Crippen was pardoned and exonerated just over a hundred years later thanks to groundbreaking DNA tests, proves that executing prisoners already paying their prices to society is barbaric.

For- Good morning people on my pokey little blog. Today, you have been emotionally manipulated into thinking that capital punishment is morally wrong. Today, I am going to separate the emotion from the cold hard facts and argue for capital punishment from both approaches.

Firstly the facts. Since the death penalty was abolished in the 1960s, the homicide rate (this is classed as Murder, Manslaughter and Infanticide) has gone up over 200%, even when you account for the UK’s population boom. I won’t confuse correlation with causation, but it’s fair to say from most people’s perspective that this has taken away some of the deterrent.

We also have to look at economics- it costs much less to kill a condemned category A prisoner than it does to keep them. According to the Ministry of Justice, it costs roughly £33,000 per year to keep them alive and well looked after in a prison cell, not to mention it costs nearly double that to incarcerate high-profile murderers in the first place. When we, as a country cannot afford to house our homeless, why should we house mass murderers? There is also no evidence to suggest that 25 years of being locked in a cage and brainwashed prevents re-offending, anyway. Up to 44% of criminals reoffend, including rapists, wife-beaters and murderers. Why should we protect them?

Now, it’s time to make up my mind, and decide. I can’t really, but I suppose I’ll have to make up my mind after prayer. Ultimately, what do you think? Let me know via commentinng, both on here and on Facebook.

Til then and yours,


Can I have a rant? (This is the result of too much coffee)

Can I have a rant? Please? I’ve had less than two hours of sleep and over 15 cups of coffee today, and I’d just like a little natter on the subject of Brits abroad.

I did some work three years ago, shadowing travel reps in Sa Coma, Mallorca, in the Balearic Islands. Now I should explain that Sa Coma is on the east side of the Island, normally populated by Catalans and German tourists, until the summer season, where things get very, very British.

Now, as a rule, the Brits abroad don’t do my country any favours, per se, but in Sa Coma, I saw the very worst of us abroad. These are the people who spend the majority of their lives living off government handouts, displaying generally poor hygiene, drinking too much beer and refusing to try local culture. Some of Europe’s finest beer, lager, fish, and Tapas comes from Mallorca, but I challenge anyone to get it in Sa Coma. The Beer and Lagers are easy to come by, but Tapas and decent Hake, for which the island is famed, is nonexistent in the town. I’m not exaggerating for effect, literally no sign of Catalan culture can be spotted until Sundays, where the local Catholic church is packed and nothing outside of the hotels are open.

Instead, the strip is covered in mock- British pubs which had previously been local cafes and restaurants, selling tacky, low-quality food that’s guaran-fucking-teed to give you food poisoning. These cafes sell booze at rock-bottom prices, and if you drink liquor, the bartenders have no idea about standard drinking measures. There’s also no real ID checks by the bartenders, so under-age drinking is very, very easy. It’s ridiculous. The lights in the evening are strong enough to cause epileptic seizures, the dry ice is suffocating, and all you can see as decor is St. George’s Flags.

I fucking hate the Brits abroad.




The (less than) Great Escape

So then, after the biggest turn out since 1992, the people of the UK have voted to leave the European Union (referred to hereafter as the EU) by a margin of 4%. I’m honestly not sure what to say.

There are some good things in relation to this: noted pig-fucker David Cameron has resigned his post as Prime Minister and will be out of 10 Downing Street by October. Thank fuck for that. However, this does give Cameron one ignoble honour: He’s the shortest Prime Minister to have ruled with a majority government in history. How’s that for a slap in the face?

There are, however, things much worse happening. The strength of the pound has fell dramatically, undoing 4 years of economic growth. Nando’s have closed nationwide due to the result, so if you’re reading this on the 24th of June, you have only today to lose your Nando’s virginity. Scotland are calling for a second independence referendum, which now means that they are inevitably leaving. The majority of Scotland voted to remain. So, I’m probably going to move up to Scotland.

That so far is what we know for certain is going to happen, so in my usual format, here is my opinion. Well done, Britain, this time you have nobody to blame but yourself. Not the European Parliament, not the party of upper-class, corrupt, pig-fucking toffs, but yourself. In your ignorance and fear, you turned to a city banker and his party of casual racists to guide your decision and now we are well and truly fucked. Our economy is going to sink into recession at least, which means more unpopular austerity cuts, more fucking idiotic financial measures, and guess what? More inflation. To give people in the UK an example: You know how Freddo bars used to cost 10p? They will cost a fuckton more now. Honestly, you know what? I’m done. I’m fucking done.

On Jack Buckby and the history of the English Far-Right

I must admit, as someone who keeps an eye on politics both at home (the UK) and abroad, I have let my eye wander off the ball. Until last week, I had never heard of Jack Buckby, but after seeing his reasoning for contesting the parliamentary seat for the constituency of Batley and Spen, I have become aware of the far-right party of Liberty GB. More on this later on. To truly give credence and context to this madness, I have to explain some of the history of English Fascism and the parties of the far-right that have come to precedence due to the EU Referendum.

I guess, to keep this post short and readable, we have to start with the formation of the National Front by A. K. Chesterton (you probably have heard of his cousin, G. K. Chesterton), who argued in 1967, that a right-wing party should have won that year’s General Election. Unhappy with the way that the Conservative Party behaved and handled the elections, he formed his own party (as rogue politicians often do, like George Galloway). He called them the “national front” and took defectors from a then-already-identified-as-racist party called the British National Party, or the BNP for short.

It opposed multiculturalism in the UK, and also massive international agreements, such as NATO, which sounds nuts to me, as a twentysomething blogger in the twenty-first century. The most notable idea springing from them, however, was the idea that the UK was completely white. Just to tackle this idea for you all, before I carry on, people of all ethnicities have been in the UK for over a thousand years. Even Shakespeare, a name synonymous with English Literature and English Pride, wrote sonnets to his “Dark Lady”. Whilst this idea thankfully never reached the Conservative Party

This wasn’t the end of the far-right in the UK, as a resurgent BNP would then become the facist’s voice for years, headed up by a fat numpty called Nick Griffin, until an episode of BBC’s Question Time went horrifically wrong. After that, splinter groups took over, with the biggest one calling themselves the English Defence League (the dipsticks who hi-jack protests) and another one called Britain First.

This brings us nicely along to Liberty GB, who masquerade themselves as a center-right libertarian party, but in reality, are the most insidious bunch of racists to darken the doors of Westminster for a while. Their voice, a Jack Buckby, cannot be much older than I am, and having watched and studied his tirades on YouTube, it’s fair to say that this man is the new voice of fascism in the UK. He seems to respect UKIP, but wants to go a lot further, trying to define a British cultural identity. The point here is, what exactly is that? Take my hometown, for example. It’s bang smack in the middle of Yorkshire, and very identifiably english. Yet, most people have either Polish or Irish surnames. To clarify, I think that what makes Britain “great” is the fact that we are a country of immigrants, if you trace the ancestry far enough.

Lastly, I would like to point out the irony that far-right groups idolise wartime Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, whilst being the exact thing that Churchill fought against.



Weekend updates!

So, from now on, every sunday evening, I will be posting my updates of the weekly news, staring from the previous Monday to the time of writing.

  • Anton Yelchin, most commonly known as Pavel Chekov in the new Star Trek films has died in a tragic accident aged 27. Considering he is the latest in the “27 club”, I feel like asking whether he had a white lighter in his pocket. If you don’t get the reference, here’s the link:
  • An Member of Parliament was brutally gunned down in her constituency on Thursday. Her name was Helen Joanne “Jo” Cox and she died aged 41 in the town of Birstall, West Yorkshire. On Friday, people up and down the country held vigils for her alongside the Orlando victims. She leaves behind a husband and two children. I hope that their grief and the grief of a nation (she’s been mentioned in just about every church service in the Uk, from what I can gather) will allow us to rise above the fear-based, dog-whistle, hate-fuelled political discourse which is currently plaguing our media.
  • Speaking of politics, on Thursday, the big day looms for Britain’s place in Europe. Whether we vote in or out is not something anyone can guess, in my opinion. There have been numerous polls saying either way, but I don’t honestly know. I can poke holes in every survey I have read to show bias towards “brexiting” or remaining. Personally, there are several reasons why we should leave the European Union, but there are thousands more why we should stay. Whichever way it happens, I’ll have to alter my political tone to match the climate. One thing is for sure- should Britain leave the EU, then I am getting a new Prime Minister of Britain, and then I am fucking off to Scotland, as it’s pretty damn obvious that the Scots will call another independence referendum, and vote for it. I don’t want to be ruled by Westminster if the guys in Holyrood, Edinburgh can do a better job (which they almost certainly can).
  • On the subject of Scotland (or rather on a Scottish subject), Andrew Murray has beaten Milos Raonic to win his fifth Queen’s Club Title. Well done, Mr. Murray. The BBC’s obvious remain bias has labelled you as British and the other news outlets have called you Scottish. The ironic thing is that they used to only label you as a scot when you lost. I digress, as this is no small feat. Indeed, you’re the first person ever to do it, so have a dram o’ whiskey on me when you get the chance.
  • David Cameron, our soon-to-be-doomed Prime Minister of the UK, has declined to answer whether he would go with public opinion and veto Turkey joining the EU, should the UK vote to remain. This is because, as he has said repeatedly in the past, that he is Turkey’s “strongest possible advocate” for joining the EU. Here’s what I think: If we remain, we should vote for it. Turkey has a relatively strong economy, a lot of cultural imports and great food. It has a LOT to offer.

Mass shootings, and the rise of silence for LGBTI people

I’ve already written one post on the shootings in Orlando, so I don’t think further exposition to explain how I think about it is necessary, but there was something equally tragic that happened not so long ago in Mexico that was barely reported and hushed up by the Mexican authorities that deserves a post, so here goes:

On the 22nd of May in Xalapa, Mexico, at least five people were shot dead and many more seriously injured during a mass shooting in a LGBTI bar. Three gunmen entered La Madame, by all accounts a bar popular with the straight majority as well as people who are LGBTI, and opened fire on the crowd. One witness who was in the bar at the time took refuge in a cupboard upon hearing the first gunshot and saw the whole thing. He describes the event as a “massacre” and that he heard screams. From different Mexican newspapers, the death toll varies, with Regeneracion giving the toll at fifteen.

The act in itself is despicable, abhorrent and deplorable. What makes this whole thing worse, however, was the reaction and response by mainstream media throughout Mexico and indeed, worldwide. The targeted attack took place in a busy resort in Mexico, yet was first reported in English speaking newspapers over there, and only Al Jazeera reported the incident on global TV at all. Nothing was mentioned on CNN, ITV News or the BBC. It appears local authorities have tried to “hush” the whole affair in order to keep tourism very much alive in the area.

Not one person has been arrested, however, two of the gunmen were shot in the ensuing gunfight that followed.

Why is it that we have gone into full-on grieve mode after Orlando, but not Xalapa?