Sympathy for the Postman
Strangely
I’ve developed a much better understanding of the life of postmen, having just become one on a six month contract, to quote q well known and loved children’s program; just call me bob. I’m sure that over the course I will indeed write about it. Needless to say, there is a little bit of poor management and a lot of stupid people in and around!
Ranty-Poosy
Right then a friend who will for the moment remain nameless, but for the sake of this argument be called ’space alien’ and NOT the J one, no the Jerico one - so he could be called ‘J’ but that space alien tittle is kept for my space alien friend in Newbury, Bless him. So I’ve never known a nearly 50 year old, living their own without supervision be so naive! No really, I could write pages and pages on his stupidity, however that is for a nuver day.
Go on…
Well this one is about gay marriages. Now I’m not gay, that’s something I should point out. I’m aware that I can be a little bit camp, especially when directing ‘Darling’. But not gay. I have no problem with gay people or gay couples. In fact it is this that has made me do my rant. I was out with a gay couple last night, who are my very dear and trusted friends. They happen to be two of the most trustworthy people in the world and I thought to myself last night, what great parents they would make. This brings me up to somethign that ‘S.A. of Oxford’ said to me…
Yes?
Well, it was about the reason that the Church/religious leaders could not/would not believe in same sex marriages. Not because they physically can’t have kiddies, no it seams that under the right situation adoption is possible. But according to the aforementioned, the child could not get a well balanced upbringing, which he believed was so important, as do those people that dress up in dresses on a Sunday/Friday and every other opportunity. Which is in my opinion ‘bolocks’ quite frankly. What about those who only have one parent? those who have no parents? Surly the only important thing is that they have a balanced loving upbringing with good [hopefully not to faciest] caring parents. Quite frankly who gives a fuck what sex they are? In fact this could be better then old parents [they could die!]? Or termly ill parents? Handicapped parents? Honestly some people make my fucking blood boil. The silly fucker. You have to ask ‘did you listen to yourself when you spoke?’. I wont go on!
Laters
Chalkster