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Me and Ads visited the Magic Kingdom today. That was great, felt like a massive kid and decided that the only thing in life I need is a Disney lanyard and Disney pins to fill said lanyard.
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How to start this without being hypocritical?
One thing that really drives me crazy is self importance. When someone has such an air of egocentricity, and when they put such energy into making sure others are aware of it.
This isn’t just a post about how these people wind me up, it’s about how it drives me crazy every day because something in society has changed, a switch has been flicked and more an more people are carrying these attitudes.
In my job I deal with people, a lot. I have to be polite and pleasant and 99.99% of the time this is completely genuine. I love people (as much as it may sound like I don’t) and can get on with most people. I love talking to people about anything, how their day has been, where they are from, what they are doing etc. But once in a while you just come across one or two people who step out the door in the morning thinking themselves VIP number one. They have no manners at all, will bark their demands at you like you should know who you’re talking about and most of the time they Are just everyday people just they think of themselves as royalty. The thing that drives me most crazy about this is that they are so above themselves. I want to say to them ‘wind your neck in, who are you because obviously you think i should already know’!
They are the person on the train that doesn’t move their bag for someone to sit down, or listening to their music real loud, of having no courtesy walking down the street not moving with the crowd.
In Bristol, we have a whole suburb of them, called Southville. They normally fit into the yuppie category as well, being young, with a family of three or four, working in a field with ‘media/social/online’ in the title. They dress in clothes from urban outfitters/debenhams/gap, the woman adorn themselves in Kath Kidston, they buy a glorified compact camera and think o themselves as the next David Bailey, the men get tattoos of things they wouldn’t normally, they listen to Mumford and sons and the worst of all, don’t eat anything that isn’t organic/sustainable/ethical/hippie but you know they secretly love a cheeky maccy d’s! They also call their children STUPID names like daisy, summer, toby, mipsy.
I guess what I’m getting at after all that is that manners cost nothing, apathy to the feelings others will get you open fist punched in the face and women not shaving their armpits is not cool.
Wicked.
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Bus driver, bus driver…
I went to check out Bristols newest museum yesterday and unfortunately, the only thing that kept me entertained was the fancy dress! J just thought that it really wasn’t that good. The layout, I would go as far as to say, was terrible. They’ve split it over several floors in a weird layout which I didn’t like. But they have done an amazing job at retrofitting the building. I don’t know if it’s just me that thought this but there you go. It seemed like a load of Bristolians had sat around a table pumping each other up on how amazing Bristol is and then put all that obnoxiousness into a museum.
I sound like a hateful shit! That’s just what I thought.
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Playing tourists at the roman baths in Bath Spa, one of three spa towns in the UK. The three are named spa towns after the romans built spas around the natural hot water that pumps through the areas. The water is a naturally heated 42•c that replenishes itself through ancient waterways. It really was brilliant, standing on the ground that a ran had stood on so many years ago, all though I had clothes on!
