Scientology is weird. I don't understand why they need to press gang people into joining them. This is the technique they use - I was accosted in Bournemouth like this once:
They approach you with a clipboard and ask you questions about how you feel about yourself, your qualities and what you would like to achieve. They write down your answers. They then say they can help you achieve these things and, on my particular experience, they escorted me into the basement of a gay pub called "Marylin's", frequently reminding me that they only rent the room (which was very oddly decorated and quite smelly). Then begins the hard sell. They want you to buy L. Ron Hubbard's book. They won't let you leave unless you buy it. They then want your address so that they can keep in touch with you. I gave them a PO Box number which they weren't very impressed with and never sent anything to. I wonder where the Data Protection Act comes into this, as all the details are scrawled on one piece of paper.
Butchery is a fine trade. Watching a master butcher at work on a cow's leg or whatever - sharpening knives, knowing exactly what bits of meat are which. Great.
I don't like Tom Cruise. I'm not sure if I've even seen a film with him in it. But from what I see of him, I don't like him. And I don't like the way that people in press conferences and interviewers on the red carpet are frightened of upsetting him and pretend to be interested in his wife and baby, as if they are some sort of holy people. In fact, it's quite sickening to watch, and to see him sit there and think that people are interested in him and carry on waffling about it like they care so much.
Ainsley Harriot, another patronising idiot for the list. My father, who, at 50 something is becoming increasingly deaf, has Ready Steady Cook on at full volume as soon as he comes home from what he considers such hard work that he had a strop on last week because he had to go to Netto himself and buy his 43 bottles of red wine which he hides in the full boot of his car and drinks almost 2 per night. "I have to go to work AND do the shopping". Well poor you. If you hadn't noticed, your wife has been doing twice as many working hours as you are doing now and managed to work and shop for 28 years. I'm not apologetic that I now have absolutely zero respect for my father and would not be at all bothered if I never spoke to him again. The man is a idiotic, selfish, ignorant, lazy and rude buffoon. I won't tell you how bad his bathroom towel smells, but the other day I seriously thought that my dog had defecated in there until I realised where the smell was coming from. And he has the gaul to accuse me of spending too long in the shower. At least I actually wash. But he's so lazy and stupid that he won't wash that towel of his own accord for a long time yet. He seems to be oblivious to what his senses tell him. Whether volume or smell, he can't appreciate when something stinks or is so loud that you can hear every word in the entire house. When the TV is loud, it's on 32. He was on his own, eyes glazed, watching some bloody mindless football match post mortem with it on 42. I actually had to shake him and shout "Think what you're doing!" into his face for him to realise what an idiot he is being. His plan for the entire summer holiday is to sun bathe. I really don't see why mum nor I should have to drag his sorry self to a holiday cottage in Norfolk for a week with the dog.
I think that was a rant. But I feel better, and that's the main thing.
Cheese Strings. Now they are weird. Should cheese be peelable and stringy? Is it really normal cheese?
It's weird when they put on Christmas specials in May. It's a strange feeling watching them and getting sucked in.
iPods are rubbish. People follow trends. I've been researching music and video players and these Creative Zen players appear to totally blow iPods out of the water.
That's it. I'm going to bed.