Civil Liberty

Well, I have yet another reason to love this wonderful nation - Scotland now has a ban in place prohibiting smoking in all enclosed public places. I'm jsut back from the pub, and I smell only of my own glorious scent, and not the stale cancerous smell of tobacco. And hooray for that.

It's a bit of a cultural turning point, and here's why:

Imagine you're in a cafe, enjoying whatever continental bread is trendy this week washed down with a wonderful cup of caffeiene juice. You're with a good friend - maybe even a potential love interest - smiling, gesticulating and generally minding your own business. And then along comes little old me. I stand right next to you and do the foulest, stinkiest fart you've ever experienced. A putrid stench so thick with evil it stains your clothes, your hair and even dries out your contact lenses. You'd think I was a bit of a dick, right? I mean what sort of antisocial bastard would do that?

Well, that's just what smoking's like. Except it gives everyone concerned cancer too. And until now it's been socially acceptable for smokers to inflict this on everybody else - even considered cool to flaunt 'no smoking' signs. But now it's actually illegal - you get a fine for it and everything!

So whilst it's almost a shame that it requires government intervention to establish something that should be a matter of common decency, it's by far the most sensible legislation I've seen in my lifetime. And to those who think it's an affront to civil liberties - is it an affront to ban people from letting their dogs shit on the pavement? Of course not.

So here's three cheers to cleaner air, and a big, mighty fuck you to all the smokers. I hope you enjoy standing outside in the pouring rain like the social lepers that you are.

Duvet Day

Slept through my alarms this morning and decided that it was as good an excuse as any to take a sickie. In America they call it a Duvet Day (possibly).

In celelbration of this, I bring you some photos I've taken of the view from Stevious Towers:

Daytime



Night time

Nice.

Das Wochende

I'm not sure what the shitting bastard happened this weekend but I can assure you it was brilliant. Here is a monumentally lazy list of events in no order:

- Rugby-tacking a jacobite warrior in half.
- Almost drowning in snow.
- Climbing nearly 200 metres of styrofoam.
- Deep-vein-motherfucking-thrombosis.
- Mr Beast.
- Breaking into a minibus.
- Watching a polish man drop-kick a government troop in the chest.
- Pitching a tent by balancing the poles in snow.
- Using more petrol than the USA

Bring on the sleep.