*Paddy's Corner*

Hello blog readers, I am paddy. Yes, I shook a stump. Yes, I can’t pee next to a lumberjack. But I am here on much more serious business today. Paul has been kind enough to offer up some blog space for me to have a good ol’ rant about certain things which have been annoying me recently. So here goes…

Firstly, Huddersfield seems to be full of old people who drive brand new cars and this tends to get my metaphorical goat. They should be eating boiled sweets and stealing bread from Safeway or Somerfield or whatever its fucking called. (Can u tell I am annoyed??!)Only today I saw two old ladies,(lesbians? I couldn’t tell, all old woman have short hair) sharing the joys of almost brand new MG, that hatchback one, with alloys and shit. What the fuck?! Alloys! Bet it had a fucking CD player too, so they could listen to bloody Michael Bubble or Barry Manilow. Now, if this isn’t bad enough, they look pissed off!! The cheek!! I am stood waiting for a overcrowded, overheated bus in gale force winds and sideways rain which wets the insides of your ears and they are sat, probably in heated seats, looking angry and in all honesty, waiting to die. Old people are time bombs, which don’t explode but instead, just deflate. They don’t even put on a good show…Grr.

This is going on quite a while just about old people in nice cars so I will speed things up. I watched a children’s drama today, aimed at those teachers who don’t give a fuck so they just let the kids watch the wank that is put on channel 4 at eleven o clock in the morning. Anyhow, a kid was explaining how he was late for some event or other because he had to walk from his house. The reason for this is that every time he got the bus he had been bullied by “some Indian lads” calling him racist names. I should probably explain at this point that the kid in question is black and that this is, I am sure, an awful experience for him.(Not being black, being bullied….of course) However, my main concern is that, do these “Indian lads” permanently ride the bus 24/7 just on the off-chance they get to be racist? He said every time he gets the bus they abuse him, why are they on the bus all the time? Are they driving it? How many “Indian lads” does it take to drive a bus?!(No this isn’t some shitty joke).And while we are on the subject, Indian guys sure like to crowd pool tables. It annoys me no end.

Anyway, with a word count getting into the 450 region, I better wrap this up now, but I am by no means finished. This ain’t over, this is just the beginning. And a final parting note, I dropped my favorite plectrum today and it blew away. I know this isn’t the worst thing in the world (I have heard that gonorrhea isn’t all its cracked up to) but losing that plec hurts like hell….