Today = Confusion

To preface to this post I want to gently remind anyone who reads this, that I generally refrain from talking politics outside of my living room, and even then it is usually me making fun of our elected (or not so elected) leaders.

I occasionally wonder if there are many people who feel like me that posting anything seemingly controversial on Social Media or on a personal Web Space. It has taken a lot of thought Today for me to sit down and really think if I wanted to post this. In the end I have come to the conclusion that whilst I am fully entitled to use my space however I choose; losing my mind and going on a tirade rant won’t solve anything… so here goes.

Image of the earth with slogan Take a Breath

When I went to bed last night, I was Paul Hurwood, generally likeable chap who gets on with most people. When I woke up this morning and logged on to social media, it appears that I am now a racist and bigoted freak who only wants to see my country go down the pan! To be perfectly honest, at first glance, I didn’t feel any different; just the same ol slog to get my sluggish mentally interesting brain to cope with the facts of the pre-coffee morning.

Once caffeine had been imbibed and the realisation of what actually happened over night sunk in properly and the ramifications of the result emerged, I started to see more and more negative views of the result and how much people who voted as I had yesterday had ruined the great name of Great Britain.

For an ideology that had spent the past few weeks preaching and screaming from every roof top that inclusion throughout Europe was the best way forward, they are sure doing a pretty thorough job of making me feel like an outsider who deserves to be thrown off the Cliffs at Dover.

What changed?

Do the people you were friends with last week no longer matter because we had a differing view point? Would they be feeling the same if the result had been the opposite? Why is social discourse so hard on Friday, when on Thursday they had so much to say?

I honestly didn’t think that the EU Referendum would spark the outrage and rancour that the Scottish Independence Referendum did 2 years ago, but I was obviously wrong, because this feels ten times worse, communities are breaking down, families are being yanked apart and all because we disagree on politics… A rich mans game that is so far devoid of honour and reality that to be this divided on one issue is quite frankly scary as all hell, the fact that we have devolved so quickly makes me wonder if going to live on Summerisle (The Wicker Man) a really good idea.

I gave my Niece and Nephew a lift home from school yesterday and whilst waiting for the cab, they were discussing their day at school and they got to the topic of Dystopian Writing. Little did I know that I would find in less than 24 hours that this country would be heading for the greatest dystopian breakdown possible.

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For the record, I am neither a racist nor a bigot. I voted leave for reasons of my own, but I can reassure you (and if you know me AT ALL you would know this) it isn’t because I want less foreign people in my homeland, I don’t want to close my borders, and I think Nigel Farrage is a dick – he missed the lesson in politics school about not being a dick and having the smooth talking bastard gene removed at birth didn’t help him in the slightest.

If you have read this far, and still have the same view of knowing me now that I decided to vote Leave yesterday, then I have absolutely no problem with you deciding that I am no longer the kind of person you want to associate with. Feel free to unbookmark my site and unfriend me on social media. But, please if you have the courage to say goodbye first, I’d like that opportunity first.

Normal service resumes here post haste!

Happy Friday!

Until Next Time…

Leave The Tackle Alone

Boys playing Rugby

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If Music Be.. Play On

I appear to be in rant mode of late, I swear I am not Mr Angry, it just seems that things rile me up and it puts me in the mood to write, which when you have been going through a dry spell; you are grateful for. You can rest easy that this rant is not as heavy and as political as the last one, this one is more a personal bug, and needed to be released and let out and set free so I could justify some of my more obsessive tendencies. (more…)

Clip Clop and Other Words

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Keyboard Warriors Hide Everywhere!

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R.I.P. Robin Williams


Last night the sad, tragic news that Robin Williams had passed away was beamed around the world and in an instant a whole slew of memorable laughs and stomach aches that arose from laughing at his madcap insane humour came flooding to my mind. As the rolling news streamed on the BBC News channel it was already known that he had taken his own life and how he had done it. It seemed almost gruesome that his body not even cold and people knew the details. I couldn’t take much more and went to bed.

This morning I woke up, I didn’t feel ready for the day. One more hero gone and what’s the bloody point and all those fucking cliches.

Then I opened Facebook.

People were talking, not just about his death and how he had taken his life, but about WHY he’d done it. The depression that had plagued him like so many others had been made the bad guy. Sufferers were being listened to by usually unsympathetic partners and families. People you wouldn’t normally expect to talk about Mental Illness were talking about it. The world seemed angry.

The world had lost a genius to the Black Dog and now the dog needed putting down and the world was Animal Control all of a sudden.

I still feel like today shouldn’t be happening, and it really shouldn’t have taken a man of 63 to take his own life to raise awareness, after all millions of us have been doing this for years, but it’s happening and… well…

Until next Time…



What should one do when every morning you wake up and think –

“Today is the day the duck is broken! Today is the day I get back on the horse and get back to the grind and get back to my old self.”

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