A brother and sister from Leeds are fighting for their lives after being mowed down by a hit-and-run driver as they walked home from a shop to buy onions for the family meal.
It has been asked "What kind of person leaves two children lying there just bleeding in the road?" I think we should ask the question "What kind of parent allows their 10 year old and 2 year old to go to the shop alone?"
Am I the only one whos getting this?? Yes, a 10 year old and a two year old were allowed to make a journey that means crossing a road. Was this a busy road? Who the hell knows but it was busy enough that day!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-leeds-19310014
Accidents do happen and children are hurt on the roads every day. This driver shouldnt have left the scene, period. BUT!!!!!! Why were these two children allowed to make the journey alone?
They were buying onions for a family meal, I emphasise the word FAMILY. Youre telling me that there wasnt one responsible adult in that house that couldve gone to the shop instead. Oh no wait, dont tell me, the 18 month old baby was cooking the meal and far two busy juggling knives in the kitchen to make the journey himself.
Jesus wept!
I have myself been witness to such an accident many years ago. The thing I remember the most was the sound and the utter fear I felt until I saw that child get up from the road herself. She was lucky but she still took one hell of a hit and I was shaking for hours.
Dont get me wrong I wouldnt wish this on any child or parent for that matter and Im not saying that they deserved such an awful thing to happen to them but in my mind the parents are responsible for the accident almost as much as the driver.
Monday, 20 August 2012
Sunday, 8 July 2012
The bitch is back!
Its been a while huh?
Well to be truthful, I have been blogging somewhere else (yeah I know, Bad Cat!) but now that has come to an end, I thought Id pick up where I left off. Miss me?
Its been a...wow... has it really been two years? Holy hell.
Its been a turbulent couple of years. Lots of changes but some things havent changed. Im still angry, still ranty and still swear like a sailor on leave. So watch this space coz Im back and I still havent shut up!
Flat Pack Farce
I vowed that when I moved house this time, I would not buy any flat packed furniture. ( especially from Ikea) I have had terrible experiences before and I am one of those people, I’m not ashamed to admit, that once the bookcase or table or wardrobe is proudly erected, I always have a screw or a nut or a bolt left over and no matter how long I look I can never find where it was supposed to go.
I’ve never had anything fall over or fall apart on me (yet) but there is almost always a piece left over. I’m actually beginning to think that it is a conspiracy by the flat pack packers (say that three times fast) and they put in extra pieces in the box just to bamboozle you.
My last and hopefully final experience of a flat pack nightmare was about 10 years ago and involved the dreaded Ikea shelving which, if you’d seen them you would screamed at me “OMG woman are you completely incompetent?” Hey! I am mostly a capable woman but these things were obviously designed by some psychotic freak on acid. Seriously! They weren’t flat packed in the traditional sense of the word but they still had to be constructed. They basically consisted of tubular black supports and wooden shelves which slotted on. I swear it was like wrestling a metal octopus. I was tempted to go purchase body armour just in case I accidently impaled myself. At one point I nearly lost an eye! This somewhat simple erection still had me flummoxed and after over an hour of grappling with the pieces, I called up the boyfriend and swore down the phone at him that there were obviously some fucking pieces missing (even though I was holding the worlds large back of screws)and that I was about to throw the whole thing out of the fucking window. Needless to say when he came round that evening he had the damn things up in less than 20 minutes and I was more than a little embarrassed.
I’m gonna be completely sexist now and say that women, or at least women like me just aren’t cut out for this kinda construction. Maybe our basic natures fight against our want of being equal and our need to erect flat packed furniture. Women after all are the home makers and nurturers. Or perhaps we are just more clever than that and know that our man’s need to be hunter gatherer and construction expert is important to him and by rescuing their damsel from the evil that is flat packed furniture we build his sense of worth.
So I’m pleased to say that so far the urge to buy flat packed, even if it’s gonna save me some money has been quashed by the memory of the Ikea shelving incident of 2002.
My last and hopefully final experience of a flat pack nightmare was about 10 years ago and involved the dreaded Ikea shelving which, if you’d seen them you would screamed at me “OMG woman are you completely incompetent?” Hey! I am mostly a capable woman but these things were obviously designed by some psychotic freak on acid. Seriously! They weren’t flat packed in the traditional sense of the word but they still had to be constructed. They basically consisted of tubular black supports and wooden shelves which slotted on. I swear it was like wrestling a metal octopus. I was tempted to go purchase body armour just in case I accidently impaled myself. At one point I nearly lost an eye! This somewhat simple erection still had me flummoxed and after over an hour of grappling with the pieces, I called up the boyfriend and swore down the phone at him that there were obviously some fucking pieces missing (even though I was holding the worlds large back of screws)and that I was about to throw the whole thing out of the fucking window. Needless to say when he came round that evening he had the damn things up in less than 20 minutes and I was more than a little embarrassed.
I’m gonna be completely sexist now and say that women, or at least women like me just aren’t cut out for this kinda construction. Maybe our basic natures fight against our want of being equal and our need to erect flat packed furniture. Women after all are the home makers and nurturers. Or perhaps we are just more clever than that and know that our man’s need to be hunter gatherer and construction expert is important to him and by rescuing their damsel from the evil that is flat packed furniture we build his sense of worth.
So I’m pleased to say that so far the urge to buy flat packed, even if it’s gonna save me some money has been quashed by the memory of the Ikea shelving incident of 2002.
Thursday, 6 May 2010
Why do you ask?
Other person: Hey Cat, how are you? Long time no see!
Me: I good thanks. How are you?
Other person: Im fine.
Me: Thats great
Other person: See ya.
Me: See ya.
You ever get the feeling that when someone asks you how you are, that they really dont give a shit about the answer?
Can you imagine the look on their faces if you truly told them how youre feeling that day!
So why do they ask? Why you we ask?
I can honestly say that if I ask someone how they are then I am interested in the answer they give me. More often that not they will reply with the word "fine". If thats how they wanna answer the question then I guess thats fine.
Just once tho, I would love to answer them truthfully -
Im not good actually. I got mugged last week by a gang of drugged up five year olds. Then just yesterday my cat got run over by the icecream truck. Plus, I have an overwhelming suspicion that my boyfriend is having an affair with the guy who cleans the next door neighbours gutters.
Ok, none of that is truthful, but you get what I mean.
Me: I good thanks. How are you?
Other person: Im fine.
Me: Thats great
Other person: See ya.
Me: See ya.
You ever get the feeling that when someone asks you how you are, that they really dont give a shit about the answer?
Can you imagine the look on their faces if you truly told them how youre feeling that day!
So why do they ask? Why you we ask?
I can honestly say that if I ask someone how they are then I am interested in the answer they give me. More often that not they will reply with the word "fine". If thats how they wanna answer the question then I guess thats fine.
Just once tho, I would love to answer them truthfully -
Im not good actually. I got mugged last week by a gang of drugged up five year olds. Then just yesterday my cat got run over by the icecream truck. Plus, I have an overwhelming suspicion that my boyfriend is having an affair with the guy who cleans the next door neighbours gutters.
Ok, none of that is truthful, but you get what I mean.
Thursday, 22 April 2010
HD? Who cares?!
HD channel this, HD channel that... I am sick of hearing about HD. I have watched programmes on a friends HD tv and I cant see what all the fuss is about. Seriously!
Im sure there are many people who will disagree with me but you see, I come from a generation of kids who had indoor areials. We were just happy that we got any picture, never mind a crystal clear one!
My first TV was a black n white one with a dial to change the channels. My first colour set was given to me when I was about nine years old but this one had buttons. I mustve been in my late teens before I got a set with a remote. still remember the betamax video player my dad got where the remote was attached to it via a wire. I thought that was the dogs bollocks!!!
I constantly see commercials for HD channels and HD sets... What next? A HD microwave??? "The new Toshiba HD Microwave. Its like youre actually cooking food"
So this is why I will never get excited about HD and I will resist buying a set or subscribing to a HD channel for as long as I can. The history of man has been fraught with scams... analog to digital... the decimalization of Britain in 1971... theyre nothing more than money making schemes!
Im sure there are many people who will disagree with me but you see, I come from a generation of kids who had indoor areials. We were just happy that we got any picture, never mind a crystal clear one!
My first TV was a black n white one with a dial to change the channels. My first colour set was given to me when I was about nine years old but this one had buttons. I mustve been in my late teens before I got a set with a remote. still remember the betamax video player my dad got where the remote was attached to it via a wire. I thought that was the dogs bollocks!!!
I constantly see commercials for HD channels and HD sets... What next? A HD microwave??? "The new Toshiba HD Microwave. Its like youre actually cooking food"
So this is why I will never get excited about HD and I will resist buying a set or subscribing to a HD channel for as long as I can. The history of man has been fraught with scams... analog to digital... the decimalization of Britain in 1971... theyre nothing more than money making schemes!
Wednesday, 14 April 2010
None of the above!
Brewsters Millions was one of my fave movies as a kid.
The general election in Britain will be on the 6th of May. As usual I am completely undecided about who to vote for.
At the moment we have a Labour government, who I have to say I have lost faith in over the years. I have always been a Labour voter but this year I will be defecting, possibly.
Ive always thought, since I was old enough to vote, that there should be a space on the ballot paper where you can make you feelings known... like the "None of the above" in Brewsters Millions. Just a small box at the bottom, where you can express that you wish to vote for no one because you are disatisfied.
Like I said, I have always voted labour but this past 4 years have gone from bad to worse. The first thing that really pissed me off was the fact that all of a sudden Tony Blair decides to step down and Gordon Brown takes over. Errr excuse me! We didnt vote you in, we voted your mate in! Apparetnly this was a deal struck by the pair of them many years ago.
Secondly, their immigration policy blows! We have more and more immigrants coming into the country which is absolutely fine by me, if they are bringing a skill or a trade with them and they work. If theyre coming to scrounge and get benefits then they should be kicked the fuck out! We already have a generation of wastes of space who were born here and who decide to sit on their arses all day and take out of the system. I live two streets away from a housing estate full of them. All they do is knock out a new kid every year, drink and cause trouble.
So that is the third reason why I wont vote for them again... giving ridiculous amounts of benefits to people who can work but choose not to. If you honestly cant work, coz of illness or if youre a single parent the I have no gripe with you. But dont try and tell me you cant work coz you have irritable bowel syndrome (I heard one guy say this in the street the other week) I wanted to beat him to death with a tree branch!
So yea, I am undecided who Im going to vote for. Is it a case of better the devil you know than the devil you dont???
The general election in Britain will be on the 6th of May. As usual I am completely undecided about who to vote for.
At the moment we have a Labour government, who I have to say I have lost faith in over the years. I have always been a Labour voter but this year I will be defecting, possibly.
Ive always thought, since I was old enough to vote, that there should be a space on the ballot paper where you can make you feelings known... like the "None of the above" in Brewsters Millions. Just a small box at the bottom, where you can express that you wish to vote for no one because you are disatisfied.
Like I said, I have always voted labour but this past 4 years have gone from bad to worse. The first thing that really pissed me off was the fact that all of a sudden Tony Blair decides to step down and Gordon Brown takes over. Errr excuse me! We didnt vote you in, we voted your mate in! Apparetnly this was a deal struck by the pair of them many years ago.
Secondly, their immigration policy blows! We have more and more immigrants coming into the country which is absolutely fine by me, if they are bringing a skill or a trade with them and they work. If theyre coming to scrounge and get benefits then they should be kicked the fuck out! We already have a generation of wastes of space who were born here and who decide to sit on their arses all day and take out of the system. I live two streets away from a housing estate full of them. All they do is knock out a new kid every year, drink and cause trouble.
So that is the third reason why I wont vote for them again... giving ridiculous amounts of benefits to people who can work but choose not to. If you honestly cant work, coz of illness or if youre a single parent the I have no gripe with you. But dont try and tell me you cant work coz you have irritable bowel syndrome (I heard one guy say this in the street the other week) I wanted to beat him to death with a tree branch!
So yea, I am undecided who Im going to vote for. Is it a case of better the devil you know than the devil you dont???
Friday, 9 April 2010
just a quick one...
Wow, I really havent ranted for a while.
I doubt this is because I havent found anything in my life that has been rant-worthy. Ive just been busy with other things.
I guess this is more of a touch base blog than anything else.
Although now I come to think of it. I do have a rant! Go me!
Wednesday, as some of my friends will know, was my "me" day. This is the day that I dont get to take very often. It is the day when I go out and do things that I like. I guess some people call it a mental health day.
So this Wednesday gone, I decided to go do a bit of shopping and I also went to see a movie. As I dont drive, I had to take the bus. My partner drives, which means it has been a while since I have had to take a bus. Let me say, they have got worse, not better!!!
It took me one hour and forty-five minutes to travel less than twenty miles.
I know!
What a fucking palava it was. The first bus arrived after fifty minutes of waiting and told me that it didnt go as far as I needed. Which meant I had to get on another bus half way. Which of course, was late too!
By the time I got to the movie I was ready to come home.
Seriously, we are constantly badgered by the British government to use more public transport, to leave our cars at home. AND THEY WONDER WHY PEOPLE ARENT DOING IT? The transport system in this country fucking sucks!
My bus to take me home was late too. Luckily by this time my partner had finished work so I called him for a lift.
Fuck the ozone layer. Im never going on another bus again!
I doubt this is because I havent found anything in my life that has been rant-worthy. Ive just been busy with other things.
I guess this is more of a touch base blog than anything else.
Although now I come to think of it. I do have a rant! Go me!
Wednesday, as some of my friends will know, was my "me" day. This is the day that I dont get to take very often. It is the day when I go out and do things that I like. I guess some people call it a mental health day.
So this Wednesday gone, I decided to go do a bit of shopping and I also went to see a movie. As I dont drive, I had to take the bus. My partner drives, which means it has been a while since I have had to take a bus. Let me say, they have got worse, not better!!!
It took me one hour and forty-five minutes to travel less than twenty miles.
I know!
What a fucking palava it was. The first bus arrived after fifty minutes of waiting and told me that it didnt go as far as I needed. Which meant I had to get on another bus half way. Which of course, was late too!
By the time I got to the movie I was ready to come home.
Seriously, we are constantly badgered by the British government to use more public transport, to leave our cars at home. AND THEY WONDER WHY PEOPLE ARENT DOING IT? The transport system in this country fucking sucks!
My bus to take me home was late too. Luckily by this time my partner had finished work so I called him for a lift.
Fuck the ozone layer. Im never going on another bus again!
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