As a rule, I do not allow myself to worry or get wound up about things over which I have no control - Global warming, the world financial meltdown, the war in Iraq, nuclear weapons, the End of The World even. Yes, these are causes for concern but are things over which I, as an individual, have no influence, I can’t do anything about it, therefore they do not eat away at my worry glands or obsess my every waking moment. Life is too short. I have stuff to do.
A blog about things which make me happy would, I think, be pretty boring because these are simple things which make everybody else happy and everybody would agree with me – good food, holidays, seeing my friends and family, a really great dress, a fabulous new pair of shoes, a good night out, a cosy night in. Travelling Upper Class on Virgin Atlantic. You know the type of thing.
No, this blog, for what it’s worth, is about stuff which by and large affects my day-to-day life and which truly gets on my wick. Bloody pisses me off seemingly every time I step outside my front door in fact. Sometimes it seems that the only way to avoid it is to stay at home, in bed, with the TV off and the curtains drawn. This includes, but is by no means limited to: Pessimists, liars, miserliness, cruelty, rudeness, bad manners, chavs, general yobbery, British Airways, SW trains’ announcements, serial complainers, really bad food, ridiculous Health and Safety rules, the Compensation Culture, poor customer service, binmen, Richmond Council, unattended fire and car alarms, IT help desks, dogs, Matthew Wright, Jeremy Kyle and mosquitoes. Not necessarily in that order. Sometimes it includes my small acts of revenge and/or passive resistance. If anybody is reading this, feel free to comment or disagree with me. I welcome debate and even argument. (But I will win. Especially over a point of pure logic.)
So let me launch myself into the world of blogging, Gentle Reader, with my first topic, which is LITTER.
