As you all hopefully know, today is international womens day (originally international working womens day) a day to recognise the massive role that women have had in creating the modern world, mostly without recognition.
I've only been awake a few minutes, but have already seen on twitter people saying "well, when's international mens day" (it's the 19th November if you even bothered to try and do a bit of research), and "why do women need their own day". I'm happy to admit that i have done this at times, but only in a purposeful attempt to troll people who i get on with, and who know what my real views are!
I support International Womens Day absolutely and utterly. I was bought up in a purely female household (barring myself of course), Me, My older Sister, My Mum (my Nana a lot of the time, and my 2 aunties). While i was growing up my mum worked in a variety of part time jobs to support me and my sister, my nana also did the same, and told me stories of when she worked at MetroVickers in Manchester during the second world war, and how, virtually the entire armaments this country produced were by women. I was bought up with talesof the suffragettes, and what they'd done, with tales of mary seacole and others, yet, every year it seems to be that people try to belittle the role that women have had through the years and bring out the whole "we're all equal now" argument.
BOLLOCKS are we. I know that as a White Heterosexual Cisgendered Male, i am priviledged in every single way (apart from class). In this day and age, being female should not be a reason for being a second class citizen, but unfortunately in so many peoples minds, it is!
I don't think i've managed to write what my head actually wanted to write here, but, i hope it makes sense!
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Wednesday, 7 March 2012
Ups & Downs
Well, since the amazing weekend i've had, it's been a bit of a downer since, i went out on sunday night after i got back from liverpool to the small town where i live, using the last bit of my money, met up with a few people and had a good laugh, many drinks were bought for me, then it was home and to sleep. between about midnight on sunday, and 2 on tuesday afternoon, i had maybe 2 hours awake, and am still feeling absolutely exhausted. Am waiting for all the paperwork from Payplan to come through, but am scared shitless to look in my postbox coz i'm afraid of whats going to be there...I will have a look later, because i know that today is Private Eye day, the one day every 2 weeks where i can read aabout all the shit thats going on in the country!
I am just feeling absolutely exhausted, whether this is because of the new prescription, or because i'm mentally and physically drained, i don't know, but i'm not eating - i do have some food, but am just not hungry at all. I have no money, so i can''t even jump on a train somewhere and wander. It's at times like this that i wished i lived in aa big city again, whhere there are museums, art galleries and things like that that are free, where there's new places to continually discover, but market towns don't have that! I need to get out and ensure that i talk to people. but can't do that at pubs, coz i have no money, so i'm just staying in bed.... I may put my earphones on in a bit, and have a walk, see if i see anyone, but i doubt it.
I am just feeling absolutely exhausted, whether this is because of the new prescription, or because i'm mentally and physically drained, i don't know, but i'm not eating - i do have some food, but am just not hungry at all. I have no money, so i can''t even jump on a train somewhere and wander. It's at times like this that i wished i lived in aa big city again, whhere there are museums, art galleries and things like that that are free, where there's new places to continually discover, but market towns don't have that! I need to get out and ensure that i talk to people. but can't do that at pubs, coz i have no money, so i'm just staying in bed.... I may put my earphones on in a bit, and have a walk, see if i see anyone, but i doubt it.
Sunday, 4 March 2012
A weekend of friends, activism, friends and comedy
So, just heading home after a lovely relaxing weekend in liverpool, shame I have to leave so soon. If i'd known that I would be signed off work on friday, I would have made my advance tickets for tomorrow or tuesday, not this time in the morning today!
So, I arrived into liverpool at about 4 on friday afternoon, and was welcomed by my twin, the magnificent man known as Mr David Ellis, one of the finest.human beings you can ever meet, he took me straight to the pub next door to lime street, and started plying me with alcohol, before too long, the rest of the family Mac had turned up, Jackie Mac (or mother to give her her real name), Becky & Dan - the best little siblings (none related) that any human being could ever ask for, then in short order, the lovely suz, and the godlike keith turned up as well. This wonderful group of people are guaranteed to put my head into a good place, coz they are all what could be called amazing!
Then, it was home time (or for me, daves home which is my second home) ready to prepare for a day of activism and comedy!
Having a couple of hours to waste before I met up with Dave &Suz again, me and leila decided to go for a pint or two. After wondering around, trying to find a pub that wasn't packed, and wasn't playing loud loud music, we finally went into one called Slaters, we finally sat down for a nice relaxing pint, and settled into swapping anecdotes, and taking the piss out of each other (Leila is now officially to be known as "the nicest one in the world, not just the flat") when we were disturbed by a chant of "E E E DL" coming from a group of skinheads who just walked in. To put it mildly, we were worried, both of us involved in anti fascist work in different ways, but with leila being involved locally, it was time to try and finish our pints extremely quickly and get out without a scene being caused. We managed this thank god, and moved on, and found a lovely pub, which looks like a spit and saw dust pub from the outside, but which was a proper cask ale pub on the inside! After a pint there, we left, and I said bye to Leila, but with a promise i'd see her next time i'm up in liverpool (I think that I actually said i'd let her know when I was up, just as i'm leaving ;) )
Now, it was onto the main point of the weekend, the reason why I actually made the trip, Mr Stewart Lee, the greatest living comedian...If you don't know Stewart Lee, he isn't a gag master, he is somebody who deconstructs Comedy routines, and turns them round on themselves, linking disparate elements into one solid 2hrs routine.
I haven't laughed as hard as I did last night for absolutely yonks, and would recommend you all go and watch him if you can, he is that overused word, genius, but in his case, it is aposite!
Once that was over, back down to the swan, and a few pints, some good laughs and then it was back to bootle, and get some sleep, before having to get the half ten train from there into town, and onwards.
I'm currently sat on a train from lime street to leeds, and am hoping to meet an old friend, mr chisman for a quick pint there, but, even if I don't, I can safely say that this is one of the best weekends I have had for a long time, friends old and new, activism, comedy, advice on the money shit, and help with the depression side!
I can't wait to come back to liverpool again, no idea when it will be however tho :(
So, I arrived into liverpool at about 4 on friday afternoon, and was welcomed by my twin, the magnificent man known as Mr David Ellis, one of the finest.human beings you can ever meet, he took me straight to the pub next door to lime street, and started plying me with alcohol, before too long, the rest of the family Mac had turned up, Jackie Mac (or mother to give her her real name), Becky & Dan - the best little siblings (none related) that any human being could ever ask for, then in short order, the lovely suz, and the godlike keith turned up as well. This wonderful group of people are guaranteed to put my head into a good place, coz they are all what could be called amazing!
Then, it was home time (or for me, daves home which is my second home) ready to prepare for a day of activism and comedy!
Having a couple of hours to waste before I met up with Dave &Suz again, me and leila decided to go for a pint or two. After wondering around, trying to find a pub that wasn't packed, and wasn't playing loud loud music, we finally went into one called Slaters, we finally sat down for a nice relaxing pint, and settled into swapping anecdotes, and taking the piss out of each other (Leila is now officially to be known as "the nicest one in the world, not just the flat") when we were disturbed by a chant of "E E E DL" coming from a group of skinheads who just walked in. To put it mildly, we were worried, both of us involved in anti fascist work in different ways, but with leila being involved locally, it was time to try and finish our pints extremely quickly and get out without a scene being caused. We managed this thank god, and moved on, and found a lovely pub, which looks like a spit and saw dust pub from the outside, but which was a proper cask ale pub on the inside! After a pint there, we left, and I said bye to Leila, but with a promise i'd see her next time i'm up in liverpool (I think that I actually said i'd let her know when I was up, just as i'm leaving ;) )
Now, it was onto the main point of the weekend, the reason why I actually made the trip, Mr Stewart Lee, the greatest living comedian...If you don't know Stewart Lee, he isn't a gag master, he is somebody who deconstructs Comedy routines, and turns them round on themselves, linking disparate elements into one solid 2hrs routine.
I haven't laughed as hard as I did last night for absolutely yonks, and would recommend you all go and watch him if you can, he is that overused word, genius, but in his case, it is aposite!
Once that was over, back down to the swan, and a few pints, some good laughs and then it was back to bootle, and get some sleep, before having to get the half ten train from there into town, and onwards.
I'm currently sat on a train from lime street to leeds, and am hoping to meet an old friend, mr chisman for a quick pint there, but, even if I don't, I can safely say that this is one of the best weekends I have had for a long time, friends old and new, activism, comedy, advice on the money shit, and help with the depression side!
I can't wait to come back to liverpool again, no idea when it will be however tho :(
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