Turn Off The Light As You Leave

I spent a long time not wanting to write about the EU vote. I wanted people to educate themselves as to why we needed to stay, but alas I woke up this morning to the news that we have left the EU.
It hurts because the people who voted for us to leave are the people its not really going to affect or people who have been lied to.
The moment we got the news on the exit, wanker Farage backtracked and denied that they said that £350 million could go to the NHS. The moment that it was called the pound suddenly fell. In under 24 hours, the country fucked its own currency.
The leave campaign was based on lies, fears and racism. We are not going to get our jobs back, we are not going to get our money back. Those immigrants you have been bitching about, didn’t choose to live in this shit hole of a country, they had to. They have been doing the jobs we don’t want to do.
We had maternity leave, sick leave, holiday pay and actual work laws to stop discrimination and unfair dismissal because of the EU. Those jobs you have been fighting for, no longer care about your health and well being. Hell they are probably going to be sold on overseas.
Violence towards people of colour and queer people have and will continue to rise. UK born POC have been assaulted and abused because right wing cunts think they shouldn’t be in their country. Guess what, white people are not the only people who have a right to be here.
I’ve already had to unfriend and block a few people who I considered as friends. Not because they voted to leave but the racist bullshit they spewed after “they won”. No one fucking won, the people who are happy about this are the people who fucked our country up in the first place.
Now Cameron has resigned (which is the only fucking plus to this) we are going to be stuck with Boris. That stupid idiot is going to be running what remains of this place. Scotland wants out, Northern Ireland will want out, and I don’t blame them. Boris couldn’t even run London let alone the rest of the UK.
Within the next few days and weeks we will finally find out how this is going to pan out for us, but until then stay safe people. This is going to be a bumpy ride.

Owls, Crows and Furry Things.

Its been a wonderful 2 weeks being at my mums and seeing the family, as well as the wonderful animals we have been blessed with. With this, I have decided to do a post on what’s happened the past two weeks.
I was first introduced to the new edition to the house, Russell. He is a crow and a mouthy little fucker. He’s so adorable though, and is still growing because he’s a baby. We have him because he has a deformed foot and he wouldn’t have survived in the wild, because he struggles to use it sometimes.
I then took some photos of some of the animals, which you can view here
I then took the time to finally get round to making greeting cards, which look quite good actually. I think I have frustrated my mum by me taking over her table, and replacing all her stuff with all my crafting materials. If you want to check them out, they are here

It was also my mums birthday during this time, as well as my brothers and so I took my mum to see Legend which was amazing, and ordered a curry, which was so good.
I also spent time relaxing with the family, and they are telling me about how they are trying to set up something utterly wonderful with the owls. You will have to watch this space because its still quite quiet, but “Bobs Buddies” will be an amazing project and I hope that it goes really well. All I know is that when I’m getting back, I’m making lots of badges with Bob on them, and giving them to the family. So watch out for an update.

As well as this, I got my blogging award, won two tickets to Traumfrau for the 30th October (expect a review) and managed to clear a little bit of the shit that was going on in my head.
So yeah, that was my two weeks at Scotland with the family. I hate leaving but I know that it won’t be long till I’m back up again to see them.

Till next time

Xx

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Brighton, Aberdeen, And The Perils Of The Mega Bus

It feels like forever since I have done to journey to my mums, and I have never been so excited to be sitting on two busses and a journey that totals up to 17 hours, three of which in the capital.

As I left Brighton, it started raining, which pleases me, because mum had been saying that weather in Scotland has been nice. As I left, I had realised that I had forgotten the work I had to do, and I will have to remember from my own mind. That will be a total disaster, earlier I had forgotten my coach tickets and had to run back for them. I only hope I remember what I is that I was meant to be working on. I however managed to finish my post about being bipolar , so that was a win.

As it got darker I was starting to be glad that a coffee shop is my next port if call. My cat had knocked over my energy drink this morning, and I had only had 1/3 of it. I am seriously in need of caffeine.

Finally got coffee, and now in the coffee shop till it closes, which is in about an hour. I then proceed to start blogging. I realise that half the people in here are doing that too. What have I become? I have become some sort of of monster. I’m sitting in a coffee shop , blogging whilst drinking a soya capochino. I have become a teenage hipster.

I proceeded to wait at my platform. It took nearly 20 minuets to work out where I was even going. I arrived at the platform at 10 ish and realised one thing, so many people were angry or drunk. This is my first time travelling with mega bus, and I was shocked that people were like that. Normally I am on national express, and out of all the passengers, normally only one is drunk or aggressive. I contemplated how the journey will end up, whether there would be a rest stop, whether there would be a plug socket to charge my phone. All the usually questions that go through your head, as you are going through a 12 bus journey. As more people got on other busses, the area became quiet, and i could feel myself needing to get on the bus. At 11:15, we are told that the bus is going to be leaving late. And should be leaving at midnight, this frustrates me, because I know if there was going to be a break, it would be cut short to make up for time.

The bus finally arrived and I noticed something. There is far less room then what you would normally have. They have squished in as many seats as they physically could. I mean I know its how they make their money, but the seats are not even that comfortable. The pus side is that there is a plug. The plug has a USB port too which is pretty sweet. The staff seemed pretty friendly, and they kicked off at a guy who was both clearly drunk and tried to jump the queue.
Half an hour into the journey, it begins. The crying baby!!! Its not even crying because its upset, its because it wants attention from its dad/grandad. Headphones in, and the noise cuts through my ears still. I don’t see why people bring small children onto SLEEPER buses. It defies the whole point. There are several other buses that you can get on, without causing issue to other passengers.

We ended up going to a place for the drivers to change 20 mins in and still no driver has turned up. Also I have someone using me as a pillow. He asked me and I obliged . If you end up reading this post, I didn’t mind that you asked, but I didn’t ask for the bruised ribs, as you attempted to mood me into a pillow. Also your girlfriend that was in front of you, did look at you oddly as you were getting comfortable on another mans shoulder.
At 2:12 we finally left the driver pick up point. I have a guess that we may be about 15/20 minuets late into Aberdeen.
There was even more delay issues when we hit Birmingham, but only a couple of minuets. The person who had been using me as a pillow, had started moving more frequently, and digging his whole body into me. As we got to Preston he moved into another seat, and someone else took his place.
Eventually I managed to drift of and awoke in Glasgow. Later than planned.

From then on it was pretty easy sailing. My butt was numb from all that sitting and were to be arriving later than expected. I had spent from London to Aberdeen right next to the toilet, and I probably have many, many bruises.  But I was nearly there. 2 weeks with my family.

Hello Scotland, I have missed you.