BYE!

The blogowner (well technically Google owns my blog, but still) is going away.
A short stint in London to see my family and then Prague til Monday.

So unless I find a computer and have the time(and frankly can be arsed) there will be no blogging for a few days.

I'll be back on Tuesday.

Peace, Love and Jägermeister.

Al-Qaida planning to attack Denmark and Danish Newspaper

Two men from Chicago are accused of planning to attack Denmark on behalf of the Al-Qaida

The plan was called "Project Mickey Mouse" and their target was the newspaper The Jylland Post who famously posted a satirical cartoon of Muhammed in 2005. They were going to attack the newspaper with bombs and we're hoping to get to the editor who authorised the publication of the cartoon and multiple times publicly defended his decision.

What I am thinking is - If Al-Qaida are so eager to punish those whom they believe act against Islam, why don't they do us all a favour and start looking for a guy that actually hates the religion that they claim to be defending. Nick Griffin can't be that hard to find. Maybe they can call this plan "Quasimodo". They'll know exactly who they're looking for when they see him.

Very homesick

I used to be a little girl stuck in Sweden dreaming of the big world out there. One day I was going to get there. At eighteen I moved to London. Dream come true.
Now I am stuck in a broom cupboard in Gillingham, looking out my window at the faint lights of Pier Road, wishing exactly the same thing. One day, I am going to get out of here. Hopefully soon enough.
I am now paying 400 a month for my little nest with about 24 a week travelling to and fro London, A monthly travelcard to London is £284. If I find a room in London for £ 200 my life is sorted.
Any offers?

Buried six feet deep in excrements

I am so, so, so deep in the poo.
My parents are visiting from Sweden this week arriving on Wednesday. I usually finish by 12 and can run to the train station asap. On Wednesday the editor of the Independent is coming to speak to us.
Mummy, Daddy and Little Sis I love you so much, but there is no way in hell that I am giving that up. It's like an Essex girl meeting Katie Price.
That is Poo no 1. Poo no 2:
On Friday, when I also normally finish at 12, I have Radio News Day. My team of 8 people needs to produce a half hour news bulletin. Last year they were in the newsroom til six in the evening.

I kid you not - there is a tobacco pouch, a packet of Cadbury's KOKO and a bottle of Tequila with my name on them.

Aaaw, poor Nickyboy

Nick Griffin, leader of the BNP for the uninformed, is going to file an official complaint to the BBC following his treatment at this Thursday's Question time. He feels he was a victim of a lynch mob. And the little boy went crying all the way home to Auntie Beeb. The fact that it might upset a large part of the population that he is an antisemitic homo- and islamophobic racist clearly came as a surprise for him...

This coming from a man who on his first date with his wife gave her a BNP audiotape with the title 'Islam: A threat to us all'.
He's such a charmer.

LIVE COMMENT ON NICK GRIFFIN ON QUESTION TIME:

"I do not believe in the teaching of homosexuality to primary school children "
I don't know what you call them over here but in Sweden we call them wankers.
He also does not believe in any form of sexual information to primary school children
Nick Griffin, you live in a country where 13-year olds have babies. Enough said.

To be honest, Nick Griffin, I don't believe in the teaching of you to primary school kids. I'd just show them your picture and tell them to run from the Boogeyman...

LibQ, darling - Im sorry, it's not me, it's you...

It had to come to this...
I want out.

Don't get me wrong. I love university and all that jazz but,

pardon my french,

LIBERTY QUAYS SUCKS MARSUPIAL TESTICLES

Let's set aside the fact that the internet isn't reliable, that we sometimes do not have hot water, that there is no connection with the outer world in the form of proper buses, AND that I pay 400 £ a month to live in a sodding broom cupboard -my biggest problem is as follows:

I have been living on my own for a year now. I am used to having a flat belongs to me and the others who live in it - under the conditions of renting of course. My room is my room and my kitchen is definitely my kitchen (I would add that my living room is my living room - but I don't have one!). Liberty Quays clearly has another view.

They do come in to check our kitchen - fine by me to be honest, because they have let us know beforehand.

No, that's not it.
What royally pisses me off is that they see it fit to simply walk through our door as often as they like. Yesterday afternoon I found two men in my corridor. They clearly heard me walk out from my room on my way to the kitchen but still they didn't even look up or recognise the fact that one of the tenants was there and that maybe they ought to say hi.
Not only have they entered my flat without warning - they do not even respect me enough to greet me or explain WHAT THE BLOODY HELL THEY'RE DOING IN MY FLAT!

I want out. Now.

If I have to stay here til the end of summer term, I might hang myself from one of the lamps without shades.