Love Nest for Two Please

So I just wanted to share this with you all. I was at work and I was really sleepy, so I decided to write some letters. I always do this, and hardly ever give the letters to the people they are addressed too, it's just my sort of way of getting things out.

This particular letter written to Daniel, describes my perfect flat/house that we will one day share together.

"To Daniel,

Good morning my love, I am struggling to stay awake and just dosed off in my sudoko book so I've decided to write to you instead (it's the second best thing to actually talking to you).

For future reference in our house I want us to have all white, old country mansion-style furniture. There will be mirrors, gold, silver everywhere, very regal. It'll be pretty an everything will be/ or look antique. In our bedroom I want to get that beautiful mirrored dressing table from Ikea, where I can lay out all my makeup neatly, with necklaces draped over the Antique mirror that is currently in storage, it's beauty going to waste.

In the kitchen we'll have a 1950's Grease style kitchen with all black crockery and cutlery, with special Cath Kidston cups, mugs, tea pots and little cake stands to put my failed baking attempts on. We can take it in turns to cook for each other each night, trying our hardest to make home cooked food when ever we can (maybe we'll buy the Pizza Bases this time though). We can make a habit of cooking Sunday dinner whenever we can affoird to buy all the trimmings. When I get up in the morning I won't wake you up reading, or pottering about, I can go downstairs and do my own thing. We can invite our friends and family over and we can have fancy dinner parties. We'll have a beautifully made up spare room where unexpected house guests can sleep, without having to rough it on the floor. We can get up in the morning, have breakfast together before heading off seperately to our high powered jobs. I love that you'll be there when I get back.

We'll have a lovely little garden around the back for Marley and Corrigan to play in (seperately obviously). Spot, Tiger-Lily, Iggy, Ike and Tina will have a lovely big round bowl placed upon a fancy stand, where they can swim around to their hearts content. When we get settled, we can buy ourselves a little Chow puppy and call it baby. Then when we retire (to the cottage with the stream running through the garden) we can get Penelope pig. We'll train her like a dog and she will be the cleverest pig around.

In the living room we can have a huge burgundy/red/brown corner couch that we can snuggle on, play Wii and have 'Rock Band' practise. We can set up our Ikea Dave Laptop tables side by side, where we can play World of Warcraft simultaneously. The wallpaper will be a lovely vintage floral print or that one with the insects on that we saw on 'Grand Designs'. Candles will be placed all around the room, with films on shelves. Collectively we will own the greatest Film Collection known to man, your Studio Ghibli, my Friends, Sex and The City, House and all my tragic Oxfam videos.

In the spare room there will be a magnificent white framed day bed decorated with all the cushions that my mum made me. One wall will just be book shelves (made by Joey...obviously). All my books will finally be in one place and on display for all the world to see. Because I doubt all my clothes will fit in our room, it'll be in this room that I keep my clothes, shoes, bags and jewellery, everything will be nicely set out and perfect for 'outfit picking'. There will be no need for pooey drawers because everything will be on hangers.

I don't care much for Bathrooms, so ever so kindly of me, I'll let you plan this room. I'm guessing that'll include an Xbox with Xbox Live in the bath, fully fitted with waterproof controller. Perhaps maybe a little secret compartment to keep all your KitKat chunkys in.

Maybe one day soon my love.

Love you now, and forever.

xxxxxx"

Playground Politics

So a group of children are playing football near to a building, they start getting a little bit silly until someone kicks the ball too hard and smashs a window. All of the children run off. The next day, all the children are running around the school blaming one another. One child even has the audacity to blame the 'rules of the playground', he believed that because they were allowed to play football it means that they are not responsible when inevitably something bad happens.

SOUND FAMILIAR? Well thats because that is exactly what our politics are like in Britain today.

I'm sick to the back teeth of these silly people (who we apparently decieded to let run the country). You only have to listen to the news, watch Question Time or read the newspaper to realise that yes problems have been made. Britain is a very forgiving country when it comes to people making mistakes. However, what we find hard to allow is when no one stands up and holds there hand up and takes the blame. WHOS FAULT IS IT THEN?

The Government would have you believe that we live in a time of democracy. BALLS. In 2003 I joined the Tofts in London on a march against the war in Iraq, along with the other million people in London that day we didn't believe that a full blown war could be justified for the reasons that our and the American goverment were giving. In London, and hundreds of other cities around the world people marshed (might I add, peacefully). Were we listened to? OF FUCKING COURSE NOT. Same has happened with the Lockerbie Bomber...'Oh yeah, lets release this man on compassionate grounds'. You have to be stupid to believe that they would release a man who was responsible for killing 270 people merely because he was dying. COME ON. How thick do these people think we are????

I'm tired of it. And I'm only 22. I here my Dad talking about it all and it just makes me think that things just aren't going to get any better. I think the only thing that creates hope for us, is that glorious man in America, Mr Obama. Hopefully we will get our heads from up our own arses long enough to realise that we are inevitably set to self destruct politics wise.

Just like Jerry Springer, Rebecca is going to have her final thought for the day. The news the other day was commenting on how Gordon Brown had been snubbed by Mr Obama at the Summit. WELL. Just think about this, maybe Mr Obama (Brown by name, Brown nosing by nature) believes that his role as an influential figure in World Politics isn't just to create a 'photo opportunity' and play on his public image, he's more concerned with doing something about Global Warming (which is why the summit was organised wasn't it!?). Britain plays on this 'friendship' they have with America and reference it constantly. Do you ever see/hear it in America??? No.

Fortunately Britian you haven't been kicked out of the sandpit. You were never in the sandpit. Your still just playing with your imaginary friend (who strangely resembles George Bush?!).

RANT OVER. Next blog, something a little lighter. A little description of my dream house.
Night kids.