A Rant
Few things I need to rant about before I can say what I want to say.
Number 1.
CBBC.
Who the hell decided that this should be a television station all by itself?
And can I shoot it?
Is it possible to shoot a television station?
It’s been well established that I am semi-mental, for lack of a better word, but no one in their right (or left) mind would voluntarily watch that drivel. It’s not funny or entertaining or anything that a good channel should be. It doesn’t show a single episode of Top Gear.
Not even kids like it (case in point: my younger brother and sister, who sit and watch it without moving, laughing, actually taking any of it in or even understanding what is happening).
Its pathetic-ness is rivalled only by the cringe-worthy CeeBeeBies. Which just appears to be the same shows, only worse. I would rather spend an extra 6 hours at school than come home to see CBBC played constantly from 3 till 6 every day. I was under the impression that a living room was a self explanatory room, but it seems that I was wrong. I live in my bedroom now because I can’t face coming downstairs to be confronted with badly animated computer generated, well, I can only describe them as things, as they don’t seem to bear any resemblance to anything on this planet.
And toothbrushes that sing the theme tunes to these songs? Why? Are these really necessary? I am looking forward to the day when I can take the aforementioned toothbrushes out into the garden and throw wet tea bags at them in the name of Sanity, and Student’s Rights, and to keep the elephants away, and to celebrate the fact that somebody somewhere in the world has sneezed…
Ok, the milestones are becoming kinda tenuous, but at least it gives me an excuse.
Second.
When did it become ok for an eight year old to own a mobile phone?
Working in the retail industry (being politically correct for the time being), I see eight and nine year olds walking up to the counter to buy phone credit. And they’re so young that they don’t even know what a network is. And they don’t want you to touch the phone in case you steal it. So you eventually work it out and then they hand over a bunch of 5p pieces and you realise that you have just wasted the last 10 minutes trying to make a sale to someone who a) doesn’t know what they want, b) doesn’t have enough for it anyway, and c) should be buying penny sweets and water balloons and stickers.
It’s just stupid.
Although it does update the phrase “stealing candy from a baby” to “stealing a Sony Ericsson W800i and an ipod nano from a baby”. 
So some good has come from it.
The point
Now that’s out the way, I can get to the point.
I have decided it’s time to get a hobby. I am going to start taking photos of things like flowers and trees and weird things that look interesting. I’ve taken a few already and will put them in at a later point, along with some I took in the last few years. J I think its gunna be fun. Clare kind of put the idea into my head and I think it would be the sort of thing I would be good at. So I will be taking a camera with me wherever I go now and will get many strange looks for taking pictures of weird things at weird times.