I'm single.

Hysterical, ain't it.

I just came across this young character named Crazy Titch, a popular Grime MC from "the endz" as we all love to describe it. I've become quite a fan of grime, but this guy is shit for a start anyway and on top of that, he's a fucking murderer!

I've only just read this so this probably isn't 100% correct, but a record producer made false allegations, and someone dissed Mr. Titch (aka Carl Dobson) in a song. So Dobson and a 35 year old man hunted down the record producing crew and popped caps in a record producer's ass, and also in his back. Yes, Crazy Titch, reknowned badman an' proper sick griminal truly did shank dat wasteman up propa. He don't be dissin him and tingz.

Prior to the murkage that Crazy Titch performed upon this producer (Richard Holmes), he'd been in jail for 5 years (I think) for stealing and a cacophony of other demoralizing acts. But the bottom line is, this man is a murderer. And because some people who like his phat choonz genuinely believe that the choonz he makes are phat, they are leaving stupid fucking comments like:

FREE TITCH. HE DUN NUFFIN WRONG ND MAKES SIK BARS AND RICHARD HOLMEZ IZ A DIKHED

The man is a murderer. It would be sort of understandable if Mr. Holmes had raped his mother, shot his father and beheaded his pet dog, then set fire to their house and dragged the corpses of his family around town attached to the back of a van by meat-hooks. THEN I could understand. But Dobson killed this guy because of a false assumption and "disrespectin'" lyrics. People who go around with hand guns and machine-guns (oh yes, machine guns - a certified badman, him) shooting industry professionals because they made a slight error DESERVE incarceration. And a good slap round the chops.

Why would anyone in their right mind, regardless of the quality of the music he makes, thinks that this guy deserves to walk around and get away scott free. He would have had to make beautiful, orgasm-inducing, out-of-body experience inspiring music before I could even consider that it might be a good idea he was let out. Life imprisonment? Good, I hope the fucker tops himself.

He's a fucking idiot, and anyone who does anything in the entertainment industry (or people who are just plain sensible) know that there's always going to be someone that doesn't like what you do. So, if anyone had gone up to Crazy T and gone "I'm sure that you are an upstanding young chap, but that song you did about shooting bare badmen and getting on that ting... It wasn't your best, I'm afraid, Mr. Titch." they may run the risk of getting murdered.

Some people are twats.

BUT, I am going to Corfu tomorrow, so I don't care that much!

Have a good week.



I could say anything on here. No one'll read it.

My cat, Garfield, hand-picked by me, has died. I don't know how. Dad found him in the garden. It's silly because he's just a cat, but I'm distraught. He's seven.

When I was born, we had three cats but I didn't choose any of them. They're all dead now, too, and that was also sad. Garfield was my first pet. We had conversations. He mewed at me, I responded, and he'd mew again. Sometimes he'd wake me up at 4 in the morning by scratching on my bedroom door and spend the rest of the morning curled up on my side. He disapproved of my smoking, as he upturned his nose every time I rolled a cigarette. When I was smoking something else, he'd mew at me until I blew smoke in his face, and then he'd purr.

Saturday morning, me and Julie were making him attack a tie that I was wriggling on the floor in front of him.

Less than a week ago, he was asleep between me and Alice in my double bed.

He's not gonna wake me up at 4 again. We're not gonna have a chat tomorrow when Alice stays over. I won't be able to wriggle a tie in front of him whilst he rolls around batting it. He's never gonna go hurtling towards Matt Dugdale's face again.

Two hours ago I was watching Thelma & Louise, nervous about my final M7 Maths exam. Now all I can think about is 7 years ago when my mum tricked me into thinking she was taking me to Tescos, when in fact she presented me with a cardboard box full of kittens and asked me to pick one out. I chose the smallest. It was Garfield. He got very hench. And then died.

I'm going to stop being melodramatic about the whole situation. My point is, I'm gonna miss that furry sack of shit alot more than I've missed an animal before. He was special. Anyone who had the privilege of meeting him knows that.

I don't like knowing he's in a cardboard computer monitor box buried under a concrete slab. And the mood on this won't change. I'm not eager.

Cheer me up. Go to this [link]

and then comment it on here. Or on facebook. Up to you.

Peace

If anyone has facebook, I invite you all to add me and pore over this amazing little page I've created:

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Basically, my exams are almost over and I have two months with very little to do, so I'm making it my project to assemble a cast and crew and hopefully (this maybe a little too ambitious) secure a budget. If anyone wants to or knows anybody who may want to help, whether it be acting, helping out on set, offering advice, sponsoring me, lending equipment, lending locations or editing suites, I would be forever grateful if you'd let me know.

I'm still working on the script, and it's up on the tinternet for all to see. I can't post it on here because script formats don't come up the way they should, so I published it via pdf. It counts as a deviation, and henceforth I would love it people could tell me what they think of the script and offer some critique. Here it is:

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And again, in case you didn't get it.

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Enjoy, people, and please, please, please tell me what you think.

Peace.

Only three exams left and then I'm a free man until college. College. Ah, that word hath a sweet sound. It's going to be a let down, from what I've heard, but who cares? It's not school, and we choose what we do. The eon build-up beforehand is the bit I'm worried about. I have no money and sweet fuck all to do until then as I know that if I go out every day, I am going to be bored stiff after two weeks of it. All unemployed teenagers looking for work have become victims of the Recession by default because it's pretty near impossible finding a job at the moment. I'm going to a recruitment agency at some point this week.

Speaking of the recession and politics, I'm not yet a taxpayer and I probably think I know more than I do about this subject, but I think that capital punishment (or something extreme, but not AS extreme) should be inflicted on those thieves in suits who deem it necessary to keep the working classes (not just them - ALL classes, really) even deeper in the shit by claiming - no, STEALING - expenses in order to fuel their personal projects. That fucking Tory woman who felt the need to take out something like £18m to pay the mortgage of her two properties, when families like us are having trouble keeping up the cost of one property. Families like us who are giving the government our money, trusting them to invest it in something like schools, NHS, leisure facilities to keep kids off the streets etc. Not only does it take the piss, but it's theft. It's blind theft. And authorities will "investigate into it" but all they're gonna get is a slap on the wrist and maybe unpaid suspension or something like that. They're MPs. They can get away with murder. They're going to keep their jobs thinking what they did was fine (that woman certainly did - trying to justify her means by saying she needed it for TWO properties when the nation was under the impression it was just the one). It makes me sick.

Also, I want to know how the British National Party managed to get two seats in the European Parliament. The BNP. The BNP who couldn't be any more obvious unless they're leader had a stubby moustache underneath his nose and a Swastika as their logo. What is this world coming to when the most racist, nationalist party manages to actually get into parliament? This is the decline of the human race. There are nazis in our government. Nazis. And it's okay? Like I said, I'm not entirely sure of what I'm talking about, but I heard the words "BNP" and "European Parliament" and "in" and that doesn't register as a good combination.

While we're on the subject of nationalist, I'd also like to rant about the ever increasing number of people who think that the so-called immigration problem is due to the immigrants themselves. Look at it this way - you've just broken something and need urgent medical attention and will have to stay in hospital for at least a week. You have two options - the NHS hospital, or the posh, well-recieved hospital where you will be pampered and taken care off absolutely free of charge. What would you choose? The latter? Thought so. If the UK offers such and endless list of benefits that asylum-seeking countries don't have, then why wouldn't people take advantage of the system? Bigots shouldn't be angry at immigrants because they're doing what we would do - take advantage of a beneficial system. They should be angry at the government who is allowing it. We give them jobs because we know they will work for a small amount and they'll get the job done - again, not their fault. They're not "stealing our jobs". We're just giving our jobs to people who will work for less, and get the job done. Alot of the people who are so enraged by this "immigration problem" are unemployed people on the dole. There's a minority of benefit stealing immigrants who may be taking the piss a bit, but the majority work bloody hard for their shit wages and probably work alot harder than some of the people who are shunning them.

There are more problems at hand than trying to justify prejudiced thoughts by claiming that people who take advantage of a beneficial system are not doing what is simply human nature.

Well that was my most likely misinformed political rant over. But I'm in a ranty mood. Last week I was watching Britain's Next Top Model, cos I'm cool like that, and the girls were made to do adverts for various charities. One of them was PETA. They could be campaigning against poaching endangered species, or cosmetic testing, but instead they campaigned against the use of leather. Don't get me wrong, PETA is a good charity as far as animal rights are concerned, but they tend to go overboard when they stuff vegan and vegetarian rights down your throat. Humans are naturally omnivorous. Advances in science is not going to turn everyone into vegetarians. Veganism and Vegatarianism is not natural human behaviour, but hey, each to their own. I don't like being guilt tripped for being a meat eater.

I digress, they were campaigning against leather. Leather is skin from a cow. A lot of people eat cows in the form of steak, mince, burger, whatever. They don't eat their skin. PETA, being the environmentalists they are, should be all for recycling. Using leather from dead cows to make clothes and shoes is recycling. It's not the same as murdering an elephant for its tusks, or a tiger for its fur. It's doing what the human race has been doing since the stone ages - killing animals for meat, and then not letting the rest go to waste by clothing ourselves with it. Just because these days its more advanced does not make it any less natural or any more cruel than it used to be. If leather was abolished, farms would just be full of rotting cow hides. It would be a waste.

I'm done.
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