Dear Coca-Cola

Why is it that Poland gets the cool looking Cherry Coke cans, but the UK has to suffer the re branding wrath of coca cola corporation and give us the boring Coca Cola Cherry.Incidently I found the Cherry Coke can not in Poland, but in Clapham Junction, which some might say is an awful lot like Poland. I've never been to Poland, but I'm guessing it's just like Clapham Junction. I paid 65p for the can. Was it worth it? Well it was a good start to my delightful trip down to Bournemouth for a few days. I'll post some photos of that at some point, once I get hold of the most embarassing snaps of me. Dan just wanted a blog. It's all about appeasment, like the build up to World War 2. Which started when Hitler invaded Clapham Junction.

Ginger Civil Rights Month

Did you know that this August is ginger civil rights month? No? What's that, you're saying, why should you care? Well I'll give you good reason to care. In the July the 9th edition of Woman Vanessa Feltz in an opinion peice about the smoking ban couldn't help but force in her own gingerphobic views in a completley unrelated topic.*

'I... like draconian bans'

'Soon people won't be able to go places... because they have red hair'

Vanessa is saying that gingers shouldn't be allowed in certain places. Oh when will the segregation end! Can the ginger man not go in the average man's pub?

Is that good enough reason to put pressure on Gordon Brown to pass a ginger civil rights bill? I think so. Make sure you write to your local MP expressing your continuing disgust at the lack of civil rights for gingers.

I would slag off Vanessa as retaliation, but I'm above that.Although come think of it, I don't really care for your sketch show Little Britain Vanessa.

*quotes may have been slightly taken out of context.

Furry little stalker

Look who I'm sleeping with...I'm not into beastiality, he's sleeping with me.

Going away to University, and coming back has made me allergic to that cat. Sneeze Ahoy! Today he's just stalked me, he either loves me, or knows of my woes. At seven in the morning, a completely unreasonable hour for students, he's meowing outside my door. At ten when it pissed and shat it down outside today, he comes into my room and meows moaning about it. He's been sleeping on my bed all day, adjusting his positions to take into consideration any positions I may have on the bed, I sit up, he sleeps near me, I decide to lie down instead, he moves a minute later. Sitting down in the living room, he runs to my lap, I put him on my mum's lap, fifthteen minutes later he's back on my lap. He's just bothering to get a reaction out of me. Although sneezing loudly got rid of him off my bed.

Well there you go blog, another woe like my tie woe yesterday that could be easily resolved with one simple solution, make the sure the cat doesn't bother me, leave the room door shut, but I loves the attention. Woe is me.

I'll learn when I'm ready

I'm nearly twentyteen, and I don't know how to tie a tie. I went to a school where I dressed as a smurf (not literally, but you can pretend literally if you want), I didn't have to wear a tie for school. I've been to a couple of weddings, parents tied tie for me then, recent formal events, I've gone to friends in a 'I don't know how' state. Fortunatly my Dad tied a tie for me, so I'll have a ready made tie for work tomorrow. How I'll cope with doing a tie next for work when the parents are away next week I don't know. Maybe I need this site. Thank you for listening to my woes. Now feel free to laugh at me or give me lashings of sympathy.