What I have been saying for years

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/may/31/chav-vile-word-fractured-britain

Now it is in a reputable publication and written by a real journalist people are going to have to listen. Or at the very least admit I sort of have a point. I finally feel vindicated. It's a horrid nasty word.

Anyway, I have cushions to make and I have a Carling induced hangover. Vile.

TTFN,
Clare
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Yes I have become that person...

      

What's my name bitch?

http://www.clareloveday.com/

Baggy mess

As you all know I'm sick of working For The Man and have decided to make stuff and with any luck sell it and make enough money to keep me in creme eggs, whisky and fags. This is the first one I've done. It's a stencil screen print and I shall adding rags, ribbons, sequins and more prints to them and selling them on etsy or somewhere and hopefully making a king's ransom and living like a queen til the end of my days. 

I'll be bothering you all with my website so you can buy all my stuff as soon as it's set up.

Kisses.
C

November spawned a monster

This is Morrissey last year at Ally Pally.



You will notice he was wearing one of these. They were very difficult to get hold of last year so despite trying several Animal Aid shops I didn't have one. I shall try again this year.

So should all (both) of you.

Cx

Why I hate everybody

I am still having to mission across town to East Ham. Consequently I have to get up and get on the tube at dawn for over an hour and change twice. It is enough of a horror show already without having to be nose to tit with every sweaty animal on the planet or at the very least the Northern Line. Last week though I had a particularly unpleasant morning. The train had stopped at Euston as usual but stayed on the platform for AGES. After about five minutes the usual tutting and the shuffling and the repeated looking of watches had started to kick in which in itself was irritating enough but to be expected I suppose. After about ten minutes the driver came on the public address thing and said he was sorry but we were being held at the station because a passenger on the train had been taken seriously ill and we were waiting for paramedics. Did one person in that carriage say 'oh I really hope they're going to be all right' or 'thank heavens we're so close to UCLH so we can get them to A&E quick smart' no of course they didn't. The tutting turned into 'oh for fuck sake' and 'bloody typical'. Bloody typical of what? Deliberately requiring urgent medical assistance? Willfully bringing on a coronary to make people late? Or just messing about to disrupt the train service? All completely plausible I'm sure. What a collection of monsters. I am perhaps worst of all, as I said nothing. I was horrified and disgusted by all these vile people but instead of saying to them 'what if a school child has had an asthma attack and is turning blue or what if somebody has had seizure and smashed their head open on the floor, or a pregnant woman has collapsed and is lying in a pool of her own blood on the floor or what if, by a cruel twist of fate it is somebody you  know or care about WOULD YOU REALLY BE BEING SUCH A DICK ABOUT THIS? Is being five minutes late for work actually more important you stupid nasty little weasel?' I just ignored them all. I hope it happens to one of them one day and that people who don't really need to be in Bank or Cannon Street for 9am on the dot and if they do they should get up earlier or ride a bike all complain and have no sympathy at all for them.

Be nice or leave. Thank you.

Cx

Really?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2010/oct/07/mark-saunders-inquest

LAWFULLY killed? Thank goodness there's no God or he'd have to send them to hell. As long as they didn't break any rules though. Cunts.

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