Opportunity Fox

Before anyone jumps down my throat , this opinion is my own. I know little to nothing about this issue. This is just a viewpoint from an every day Joe who is struggling to understand.
Fox hunting , as I see it , is one of the most barbaric pastimes still in existance. These toffs ride out in their silly hunting getup accompanied by a pack of hungry ferrocious dogs. They chase a fox for miles across fields and streams in the name of population control. Now I appreciate that the fox is seen to be a pest and that if numbers become out of control they can cause untold damage. My gripe is simple. Why do they feel that the best way of carrying out this grizzly but neccesary action is to chase one of Gods creatures for an hour, or however long it takes , so that it fears for its life until its exhausted body cannot run anymore. This is all in the name of sport( I use this word in the loosest sense). Surely a more humane way of dealing with this pest is to shoot it in the head with a powerful rifle (I'm sure farmers have got plenty of those). BAN FOX HUNTING. Now , I understand that many families throughout this fair land have depended on this pastime for generations. With the passing of this legislation comes an uncertain future. Many of these people fear they may lose their houses and will no longer have a career to sustain a reasonable standard of living. I feel for you , I really do. No person should be put in a position where they fear they may lose their house when they have little to no control. That shit aint right. We, as a free society , must ensure that we share this financial burden. We must provide financial stability and training to help them find alternative careers. I don't know and don't care how long it takes. What I do know is that it must stop. We have to stand firm. It's not the biggest issue we need to deal with. Lets be honest, there is a shit load of other stuff that needs to be addressed like yesterday. However, it must stop, because the terrifying death suffered by these creatures is beyond most human beings comprehension. In short, that shit aint right either.

Ticket to Ryder

Not sure how many of you are aware of the scam bet in the ryder cup (Thats Golf for you sport dodgers) but myself and Lisa were both on. The basic concept is that on the last day of the tournament there are 12 singles matches. 12 Yanks play 12 Europeans over 18 holes. You just hope that there are 5 matches still on the course when one team (I don't give a fuck who) gains enough points to win the event.
Well last night it went almost perfectly. Monty sunk the putt on the 18th which took Europe to an unasailable 14.5 points. With 5 matches still incomplete and the tournament effectively over you just hope that the remaining 5 pairs on course say " why the fuck do we want to keep playing" and just shake hands, thereby calling there individual singles match the tie. Me and Lisa staked £12 each hoping this was going to happen.
Now if it was me playing one of those last few games I'd be like "Fuck this for a game of soldiers I'm off to party or cry"(depending on whether you're yank or European). But oh know, those fuckers have pride , right. To cut a long story short, they proceeded to finish their games. Cunts! Meanwhile, me and Lisa can see our £40000 each disappearing before our very eyes.
Now , I hear what your saying, you can't miss what you've never had. BOLLOX. If you knew that those wankers only had to shake hands and walk off and you and your gal would be kicking it in the carribean in a months time from a pitiful stake of £12 you'd be a bit gutted too.
A small consolation was seeing those dirty bookies scurrying for cover when they knew that their liabilities ran into millions. Unfortunately, once again those damn bookies had the last laugh. But don't look quite so smug The magic Sign and Co, coz one day I will beat you and when I do I'll laugh in your face Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Hello Dolly

This is great. I get to empty my head of all everyday thoughts. Anyone reading this is quite welcome but I'm not that bothered if people are entertained or not. I'll try to make you laugh but my humour is usually a little hit and miss to the majority of the outside world. I don't do jokes coz they're crap and I won't tell any story that requires "ba dum dum tschh" or as my mate Donal would say " Wacka wacka wacka". (I have no preference for either).
I will also not be concerning myself with correct spelling or grammar. Now I know that my step mother will be quite horrified by this if she read it, but to be perfectly honest I don't want to have to go to google everytime I want to spell necesary or tampon. It all just strikes me as a waste of my time precious. If you get the message thats good enough.
From time to time I may just throw in the odd line from popular music. Essentially, this for my own enjoyment but I appreciate there may be a few of my close friends who will enjoy it as much as me. So there you have it, my template for a blog.