Self Fulfilling Prophecy

You know how some shops are nicer than others and have a better,classier type of clientele? Well, on my way home tonight I stopped off in ASDA to get some bits. 

• A dummy shaped teething chew for a puppy
• Some exclusive travel brochures
• Pizza & Potato Salad
• Two jars of red jalapenos
• a DVD called Super

I always feel repulsed when walking around ASDA because a lot of the customers are what I would describe as dregs.  Leeches.  Inbred, ignorant, unhealthy, baby making, needy, aggressive, ill mannered dregs.

They do fuq all, all day.  Tell a lie, they wake around 9.30, light a fag from their bed, shout "KYLEEE, SHERULL, REEEE-ANNAH, BRITTNEEE, LOUWEE, SYMUN, FERRAREEE"(their kids are usually named after current 'stars' or cars but spelt differently), just to make sure all their kids have got themselves ready, fed themselves a breakfast of dry Sugarpuffs & coca cola and left to walk themselves to school.  Then, they'll slump infront of the telly with another fag, to watch Jeremy Kyle.  Whatever goes on in the show they repeat to their mates LOUDLY on their up to date ifones... whilst smoking more fags and flicking through the catalogue to buy more leggings, stripper shoes and sexy undies, for when one of their childrens fathers drops in to sleep over on the way back from the pub.

They might get washed, they'll get dressed to the nines!!! A lot of make up, severe eyebrows, plucked and dyed black.  Hair scraped to within an inch of it's life up into a tight high ponytail.  Massive earrings, pierced moustache and eyebrow, chewing gum in, fag lit and away they go.  Slop scuff swear spit shout all the way to ASDA.

In ASDA, I walked past the books, looking for Alan Whickers Journey of a Lifetime, (I bet it wasn't to ASDA) and there were literally rows of 'books' with sad looking children on the front entitled things like "Mummys little secret" and "I just want to be loved" and "Please Daddy Stop"..... absolutely unbelievable sickening tales of nastiness, turned into a genre, especially to entertain these layabouts.  These books were peppered with books on serial killers, thugs and other crimimals.

It made me wonder about what would happen if all this sh!t was just stopped. Taken off the shelves and replaced with books about positive, happy, aspirational people and places and events.  What if the likes of Eastenders and Tabloid papers were just halted? 

S said that it was 'self fulfilling prophecy'.  If you hear it enough, you'll believe it.  If someone tells you you're useless all your life, you become useless.  If you watch enough sh!t, you believe it and go on X Factor and make a right t!t of yourself.

Where is it all going to lead?  Riots, unemployment, crime, teenage pregnancies, messed up immigration, neighbourood harrassment, less Police. Hmmmm. Something's got to give eh?

Long Time No Post & Pooey Bins.

Hello.

Sorry I've not posted in a while.  Not sure why really.  I didn't feel like sharing my thoughts as my thoughts were a bit grey & miserable. 

Today I left work early to go to the gym and as I parked outside my home, I watched the neighbour chuck a black sack of rubbish into his shared bin and just leave it outside on the pavement, instead of dragging it back into the front garden like most people would.  He'd also just ignored another bin that had been knocked over on the pavement.

I slammed my car door, walked up to the bin behind him and loudly muttering, "FOR FUQ SAKE" lifted the bin and straightened in myself.  His bin.  Lazy horrible bar$tard! 

Then, feeling annoyed at the state of society nowadays but also strangely pleased with my own superiority, I dragged my bin up the path and into our garden.  As I turned, facing the bin, to close the garden gate, I got the most awful whiff of sickly, rancid sh!t.

I dropped MY SHOPPING bags, and opened the lid.

The stench was putrid, rotting poo & waste and I am embarrassed to say so but maggots were wriggling around happily in the mush.

So, feeling not quite so superior anymore, I boiled pan after pan and kettle's full and bleached and Dettol'd and scrubbed the inside & outside of the bin until it smelt ONLY of cleanliness.

In the process, as I'm so obviously not used to the cleaning bin process, I splashed boiling hot water up both shins, (luckily I had opaque tights on which saved me a bit) and got through all but one ofthe scouring sponges. 

I'm sure there are levels of cleanliness and after today, I'm not sure where I fit it anymore.  If level 10 was OCD and level 1 was a tramp, then i'd have said I was a good 6.8/ 7 until the sh!t & maggot infested bin debacle but now, hmmmmn, maybe I'd scrape a 4 !!! 

I blame my daughter.  She is one of just three left at nursery in her group still in nappies.  She really can't be ar$ed with the whole toilet ritual and enjoys the freedom a nappy allows her exploring schedule.  Unlike the rest of us, she doesn't have to miss a second of the action, be it watching television, playing hide & seek or sand castle building.  I was much more uptight when it came to my son and nappies.  With daughter, she is so sure of herself and really couldn't give a hoot what others think and I kind of like that attitude. 

I will still blame her pooey ar$e for dragging me down in the cleanliness stakes though!

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