Monday, May 18, 2009

A close shave...

Not the Wallace and Grommit kind.
But the kind where a 12 year old boy fears he has impregnated a slutty girl from a council estate, and DNA says he hasnt.

The surprising bit, I think, really, is that there were other boys offering that THEY could be the father too. If it were me, I would have shut my mouth and let someone else take the fall for it. Since the poor 12 year old seemed to want to be the father so badly.

Instead, more people got involved, the plot thickened and now we have a poor unwanted baby, with chavs as parents who wont know what the hell to do now.

And will raise another loser like themselves.

Ah, how the life cycle perpetuates itself.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Oh Farrah...

I was so sad to hear that Farrah was dying now, with liver cancer. Make no mistake, I am still saddened, but I have also learned that she has made some bad choices to wind up where she is now.

She didnt have surgery, or chemo. Instead she opted to go to some clinic promising "miracles" overseas. And somehow was surprised that things went badly. I know I wouldnt want to live with a colostomy bag, but seriously, I would rather LIVE. And especially with cancer, you cant mess around.

Go to the snake oil salesman as a last resort, not a first stop.