Boy racer

I was walking round town on Friday , minding my own business as per usual [read...in a world of my own ] and I became aware of someone shouting my name behind me.
It took a couple of shouts before i realised it might actually be aimed at me.
Eventually I turn round, and standing in the doorway of one of the video shops whas Tim.

Last time I bumped into him he was sporting corset peircings and was all excited that he was going to be starting an apprenticeship in a piercers somewhere in london.
So I was a bit suprised to see him in the corporate uniform , complete with tie, and a severe lack of facial piercings [though I noticed he'd gone for a vibrant royal blue stud in his tongue ]
It turns out that he'd had [another] car crash, dislocated his shoulder, ricked his back and been unable to get the work [ he wanted a full set of bars across his back forming a triangle on its point ] done at the piercers and so the job disappeared too.
Of course it could also have been to do with the fact that he's one of the scattiest guys i know.
:D

But I have never met anyone like him when it comes to writing off cars.
If i didn't actually KNOW that some of the things he's told me are true, i would think he has a very vivid imagination....
I mean, who else but him could have his car roof flattened when the cellar-doors from the pub he worked at blew off because of a gas explosion?

This time it seems he overtook where he shouldn't on a country lane [ for which he holds his hands up and knows he was a prat], but it pissed off the driver behind so much that he then speeded up and tailended him, making the car go up over the bank.
*eek*

*note to self*
Never get in a car with Tim.
:D

things to do

go shopping for:

Pinata filings
Bed [just looking]
Costume bits for Jo [who changes her mind about what she wants to dress up as every second]
Hocus Pocus dvd

why does it matter so much?

My head hurts and i feel gutted, but for once its not because of something going on between Dave and I.

I have friends on a couple of other community sites and one of them has just depressed me totally.

I've known this guy for ages, and although we have fallen out before over stuff that I felt was important...like me not ignoring another friend because the first one felt threatened by the friendship...and I was aware that he had voted for the BNP in the last elections [ causing me to painstakingly explain how they phrase stuff to make it appear that their arguments are reasoned, and pionting out the flaws in their statistics/lack of hard facts to back up their claims etc ] I had thought that he was basically naieve [ok..i can never spell that bloody word] and misguided.

So, I trotted along there earlier to see what was going on in the uk group and found 3 pages of vitriol aimed at him.

*eeeek*

So, I find the thread that sparked it all, and I'm left feeling slightly sick.

It all started well, with someone asking for advice on housing/council lists etc where he gave some helpful advice, but ended with a comment that because he was white/mid twenties/single/childless he would be unable to get anywhere on the list since ethnic minorities will take precedence.
and someone jumped on the fact that he seemed to think that being white made a difference.

Now instead of explaining [as he did later] that he was quoting from a comment made to him by a housing officer, he started quoting articles from the guardian newspaper about the fact that london will have 'whites in the minority' by 2010.
And getting progressively more mired in a load of crap about it.

He was a friend , so i read both the attacks on him and his posts carefully to make sure that i wasn't getting the wrong end of the stick, but there was no way that I could get past the fact that he was so hung up on the fact .

Now he and i have never discussed my family identity...it hasn't come up, because the racial/cultural make up of it isn't importnt to me.

My family are who are they are, there race is what it is, and it never occurs to me to mention it because It never occurs to me to think that it matters.

However, it IS mixed.
And i found myself offended and sickened [ sounds like a strong reaction, but my stomach is churning in response right now ] that someone who i classed as a friend would think like that.

:(

I cherish people for how they think/their sense of humour and even [ in exceptional cases] their awesome recorder playing :D

I admire how some of them look, how some of them sing or speak or paint or care for others , how some of them are unselfish , and i love them for the whole of their personalities.
Some of them wind me up , some of them make me want to shake them or sit them down and make them SEE but even while thats going on I'm looking at them and seeing SPECIAL written all over them.

But I don't see their melanin levels.

And I feel sad that had he known about my family mix he probably wouldn't have been friends with me in the first place.

What a stupid stupid boy.