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06 June 2010 ~ 0 Comments

How to tell your 7 year old daughter that you do not care on her birthday…

How to tell your 7 year old daughter that you do not care on her birthday…

Step 1) Tell her that you will see her a few days after her 7th birthday.

Step 2) Do not turn up when you say you will, do not turn up at all, do not even phone with a pathetic excuse.

Step 3) Turn up to see her weeks after her birthday. Do not bother to bring a present, instead, spend the money that could have bought a present she could have kept forever on a single meal from Jollibee, ignoring the two other children that you have who will see this meal and naturally want it.

How can these actions show any less than a “fuck you” to your daughter? You turned up weeks late for her birthday and as a present you gave her a fucking jollibee meal you picked up from the corner on the way to see her. Fuck you!

Step 4) Get on with the rest of your pathetic life and forget that you ever had any children. They will be much better off without you.

You had more than a chance to leave a lasting and loving impression on your children, but it would seem that you are a fucking selfish idiot, so fuck you, your children will do much better never having to listen to your lies & bullshit or be disappointed when you do not show after telling them you will come over and see them. They waited in all day excited that you were coming over. Every time I see them like that, I want to smash your face in with a concrete block.

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28 February 2010 ~ 0 Comments

and then the rain came (again)

and then the rain came (again)

The weather has really been giving me a treat. First, there was a white Christmas, the first one I have seen in over 29 years. Now, on the final week of me being in the uk, it rains constantly.

I went out for a walk today and took my camera along. I managed to get a few pics of the countryside, river Tyne and the gloomy, angry looking sky.

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28 February 2010 ~ 0 Comments

An ode to friends in strife

A lot of people I know are going through some big changes, problems and issues. In these times, some songs ring true.

For me, these include; [...]

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24 February 2010 ~ 3 Comments

Currency Arrived

Currency Arrived

As the time draws closer to my departure, I am ticking off one item at a time. I now have my passport in hand, most of my clothes are ready to be packed, I have bought a new camera tripod, had most of my injections for my trip, had the maximum acupuncture to try and stabilize the collapsed disks in my lower spine and finally, I have collected the currency I ordered.

I will naturally be ordering more currency in different forms, but for the time being this is the cold hard cash I will be carrying with me, sixteen thousands pesos in all.

As my departure grows nearer (currently just 10 days away), I grow nervous and excited at the prospects facing me.

I am not alone in my hatred and growing sickness towards the uk. I know many people who live in the uk and almost every single one of them is sick and wants out. Good luck to you all. We all need our dreams.

What I have been though and my friends are going through reminds me of a song called “Night Train” by the Bouncing Souls. Here are the lyrics:

Goodbye to me and you.
Goodbye to the life we knew.
One last long embrace.
Let go and walk on through.

I’m leaving everything behind for a peace that I can’t find.
The ghosts that roam this house
like winter air right through our souls.
And it feels like dying.
It just feels like time to go.

Going down south to dream another dream.
Maybe check out Memphis, Tennessee.
Take the night train and an extra pair of jeans.
Can’t think of anything else I really need.
And all my experiences ride with me.

This town is dead to me.
And I can’t stop chasing my dreams.
I love you more than anything,
but what you want I could never be.
I love you more than anything,
but only alone can we both be free.

Goodbye to me and you.
Goodbye to the life we knew.
Wipe the tears from your eyes.
Let go and walk on through.

It also reminds me of another song by the Bouncing Souls called “Better Things”, the two lines that really stick to mind are:

Here is hoping all the days ahead
Won’t be as bitter as the ones behind you

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22 February 2010 ~ 2 Comments

why my philippine gf so bitch?

I was about to make a post when I noticed that people had been visiting my website via google when searching for “why my philippine gf so bitch”. I thought I would address this question before making another post.

So, you have a girlfriend in the philippines that you think is a bitch? What is worst, your gf being a bitch, or you being so fucking soft that you ask google for answers? If your gf is a bitch, ditch her. Do you really need google to tell you that? You deserve someone better than her and she surely deserves someone who wont go to friggin google everytime they have a problem with their relationship. What are you? a mouse?

What do you want? A butch gf? Go to russia!

So, go find someone else. If I see you on my site again I will find out where you live and stand outside with a huge sign saying “Why my website visitors so pussy?”

Note: my website is now #1 globally on google and other search engines when searching for “why my philippine gf so bitch?”. Maybe the above post will help some fools searching google for advice. Get a life. Be a man damn it!

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20 February 2010 ~ 10 Comments

Dude, it could be a guy

Let me get a few things clear here. For anyone that isn’t close enough to have heard it straight from me, I had planned to concentrate on my work and move to spain. But then I met an absolutely amazing woman in the philippines. One of the concerns she raised was “would my friends and family be ok with me dating someone of another race”. My immediate reply was “wtf? if anyone has a problem, fuck them, its their problem and not mine”.

However, I find it interesting that I am faced with different problems than I envisioned. When I tell people about my girlfriend, they will normally say “be careful she may be a man”. Is that a fact? Show me just one story of someone you know where that happened. You dumb bastard you’re thinking of Thailand! Not a single person who has said this has ever been able to give an actual documented example. It was always “i read somewhere…” or “it was a friend of a friend of a friend who I’ve never met…”

Everyone who says this to me is below me in the scale of IQs. I have to say “do you seriously think I haven’t thought of this”. For gods sake, if you know me, I was likely your boss for at least a few years. You should know how cunning I am and how much I think of possibilities. I was responsible for over £1’000’000 per year on average. Do you honestly think I would not think about every eventuality so that my back was covered in every conceivable outcome.

Granted, my girlfriend is called “Ian”. But I wonder why people warn be about her being a man and then fail to provide any evidence at all except some story someone they know once heard.

If you are seriously going to shed doubt on this, how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you do not have an ulterior motive?

Here’s a deal, every time you warn me of this without anything less than heresay, I will punch you in the stomach :D I think that’s only fair.

If you called my Fender Strat Californian Series guitar a Les Paul, I would beat 7 shades of shit out of you, so do not think I would do any less for what you may say about my girlfriend! ok? ok!

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11 February 2010 ~ 0 Comments

You know it’s going to be one of those days when…

You know it’s going to be one of those days when…

You login to your email to see there’s just under TEN THOUSAND e-mails waiting for you. In fact there are so many e-mails, my gMail account is having to download them in batches of 200 at a time. So, based on the fact that I have 9’095 emails on their way from the inbox on my server to my gMail account, that means gMail will have to do 46 checks in all so that it has all the e-mails.

And yet you people sometimes wonder why I am so busy!

To hell with this, I’m gonna get a coffee and a smoke while gMail does the work.

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01 February 2010 ~ 2 Comments

Motherhood is not a Job/Career

I keep hearing people argue that motherhood is a job or career and I wanted to end this argument. Put plain and simply, motherhood is not a Job or Career and here’s why:

  • No minimum wage
  • No set working conditions
  • No set maximum hours
  • No shifts
  • On call around the clock
  • You can not call in sick
  • You have to pay for everything yourself
  • You have no management structure and need to manage everything you need to do
  • You can not resign
  • No retirement package
  • No health benefits
  • You are not just working within a company, you are responsible for the well being and education of a new and defenceless human

A jobs a job. If I don’t like my job I can get another one. Motherhood / Parenthood is a responsibility and duty that you can not run away from or turn your back on. You are responsible for the upbringing of another human being.

While the duties involved in motherhood are relevant when applying for a job, motherhood most certainly is not a job. I am sure that almost any mother wishes that motherhood was as easy as a job, yet wouldn’t give it up for the world.

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29 January 2010 ~ 0 Comments

Lloyds TSB Terms Help Fraudsters

I lost my wallet a few weeks ago along with my card, driving license etc. I contacted the Lloyds TSB call centre who told me that I should cancel my card immediately to stop any payments being taken from it.

I went to my local branch and cancelled my card, asking once again if any payments could be taken from the card. Again I was told “no”.

Two weeks later, I receive my new card and go to use it online, but it is declined. I called Lloyds TSB telephone banking to see why and found that £252.90 was missing from my bank account. Knowing that I had not yet used my new card, my old card had been cancelled and I did not have any other payments due on that account I knew for a fact that it must have been taken from my old card which I cancelled.

I called Lloyds TSB telephone banking who again confirmed that payments can not be taken from a cancelled card. I told them what had happened and they told me that it was impossible that the funds had been taken from my cancelled card.

I went into the branch and spoke to the Personal Banking Manager who told me “payments can be taken from a cancelled card at any time after the card has been cancelled and before the cards expiry date”. He refused to assist me further, so I made an appointment with the branch manager.

When I got home I again called Lloyds TSB telephone banking and asked them if money could be taken from a card after it had been cancelled. I was told “once a card has been cancelled, payments can not be taken from it”. I explained what had happened and I was told that the Personal Banking Manager was wrong.

I asked to be transferred to the Account Maintenance dept. After explaining the situation I was told “when a payment is attempted on a cancelled card, we will automatically take it from the new card that was issued. This will happen on all payments weather they are genuine or fraudulent.”

So, lets say your card is stolen and illegally used. If you have cancelled your card, the bank will authorise all payments made against the cancelled card, taking the money from the newly issued card. So, what the hell is the point in cancelling a card that has been stolen?

The Account Maintenance Dept called me back and told me that they were opening a complaint and have e-mailed the branch asking that the funds are made available and the transaction is refused. The complaint that was opened addresses the incorrect information I was given numerous times by both the branch and the telephone banking agents.

I went to the meeting with the bank manager and he was the most obnoxious cunt I have ever met. He never smiled, never said hello, never shook my hand and then when the details I provided did not match the ones he had on his system, he turned the screen around so I couldn’t see it and started interrogating me asking why I was providing details that did not match the details on file.

I came away no further forward than I was when I started.

Returning home, I called Lloyds TSB telephone banking and again told them what happened. Once again I was told that it was not possible. But then the agent went away and came back stating that he had just been informed that the information he provided was incorrect.

Just to recap, here are quotes from Lloyds TSB employees giving you an example of the conflicting advice that they provide on a daily basis.

Payments can not be taken from a cancelled card
- Lloyds TSB Cashier

Jan 29th at 4:10am
If a cancelled card was used, it would have declined. This is a fact and I can see that the card in question was cancelled
- Adam, Lloyds TSB Agent, Bridgend Call Centre

Jan 29th at 13:26
Cancelled cards can not be used to make payments after they were cancelled
- Ardi, Lloyds TSB Call Centre Agent, South Wales Call Centre

Jan 29th 13:34
Payments taken from a cancelled card are automatically taken from the newly issued card whether the payment is genuine or fraudulent
- Richard Burdett, Lloyds TSB Clearance Team

Jan 29th 16:30
Payments can be taken from a cancelled card at any time before the cards expiry date. The payment will simply be taken from your newly issued card number instead of the cancelled card number that was used to initiate the payment
- James Bryce, Lloyds TSB  Personal Banking Manager & Mark Rowe, Lloyds TSB Branch Manager

Jan 29th 15:50
When a card is cancelled, no payments at all can be taken from the card. Not even authorised payments
- Ben Hardman,
Lloyds TSB Call Centre Agent, South Wales Call Centre

Jan 29th 15:50
I’ve just found out that payments can be taken from a cancelled card. I was unaware of this, it must be something new
- Ben Hardman,
Lloyds TSB Call Centre Agent, South Wales Call Centre

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25 January 2010 ~ 3 Comments

Nice Guys Finish Last

Never a truer word was said. You do not win in this life by being nice. Believe me, I know.

Every serious relationship I have been in during the past 10 years has ended with me being asked to leave what we called the family home.

In 2000 I met Helen. After a year, her flatmate moved out. Helen did not want to move out as she had lived there for so long. I had moved to a flat close to her and offered to move in with her so that she could get what she wanted. Dumbass! When the relationship ended, I had to leave. So, I had went from having my own flat, to living with Helen, to being technically homeless.

You’d think I’d learn, but different relationships feel different and when you’re in love, you act with a degree of complete insanity.

I met Heather and we moved in together. This was a lot better than moving into a property that one of us had been living in previously. Heathers parents demanded that they buy a house to rent to us. Reluctantly I agreed because Heather pushed for the idea so much. I warned that it would likely end badly, but we did it anyway. As it was her parents house, as soon as we had an argument, I was the one who had to leave. I had to leave everything I owned, my office, my guitar etc.

Now, with this all behind me, I plan to travel the world, live from my own apartment and experience more than I ever have in the past.

Guys, the best advice you can possibly receive is: Never give up your home to move in with your girlfriend unless you are absolutely sure. Not just, I like her and am pretty sure. This shit fucks up your life more than anything she could ever do in anger. Be absolutely sure because the end result could be that you have to sell everything you own, your 1000 watt amp and your £2000 PC.

Some say it’s horrific, some say it’s character building. Every time it happens to me, I find it to be life changing. I always end up making so many big changes at once that I become someone only distantly related to the person I used to be.

10 years I wasted losing like this. This decade will be different, I know it already. There must be a pot of gold at the end of this pissy rainbow!

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