Not writing much today, not in the mood and really cannot concentrate. My mind is really foggy. Just don't think I can think about much....

There are too many secrets that are kept from those we love, secrets that are superficial and mean so little and those that are so big that they threaten to blow some body's world wide apart, like the surgical scalpel entering the flesh. Which would be better I wonder, to know, or not know. At least if you did not know then you would be able to live your life through without worry about the consequence and ramifications for those left behind.

I think I might be able to sleep tonight, as I can feel my eyes heavy, we will just have to wait and see though, won't we?

When does protection of a loved one from something, turn into avoidance from the issue? and when if we really ever do we tell them the truth. When we do, do we talk to them calmly or spit it at them, because of the way we feel.

This is taking ages to write, its all this stress and exercise, combined with no food - it takes its time but suddenly you realise your knackered. My last wisdom tooth is erupting and it bloody kills!

It seems everyone is cruel in their own way, and so many do it with a painted smile on their faces. Judgments are made and yet they are bot privy to the complete story. But, still they say the things they do without thought for the other person and how they might feel, irrelevant of their emotional status. No, matter the context and how things might be construed or misconstrued there are ways of going about things. A well placed compliment that is far from being the truth justifies the many cruel and callous things that are said that are neither true or correct. There are reasons for the actions that we make sometimes and they should always be taken into consideration before judgements are made and things said that can not be taken back. The ripple can create the biggest waves......

Ever hate the feeling, someone is getting on with their life and not giving you a second thought. Not even a thought... that you are being ignored, despite the words passed between you. That their own insecurities are stopping them from doing the right thing. Ever felt that you worry about the way your perceived, worry whether every thing you do is the right thing, or a you making the situation worse?. Can the battle be won or has the battle field only got one set of knights on it. Does the queen stand alone, or is she in her right to be there, waiting to be won back. Does the King wait behind the lines waiting to have his queen tell him to stop making the biggest mistake of his life, or has he already walked away, to his detriment and future happiness.

Ever hate the knowledge that people are pretending to be nice and concerned for you and your welfare and yet behind your back they are bitching to the one person that could really destroy you. Doing a really good job at that in any case. Ever wish if that was the case, instead of the pretence they'd tell you what you think. After all its not like you haven't coped, well not coped but muddled by on your own and alone before. Get the feeling that they think the things you day stupid and superficial, just something to be over dramatic and create attention. Thought to yourself, that they may have been through it, but don't understand the feelings the event the things that were passed between. No comprehension of tiring of strength. of it seeping away and being spread thin like to much bread and too little butter. Give, people a break I hear you say, maybe I should?Don't trust that easily though! Does anyone ever really understand some one's past and what and how they are affected, or by. After all, the most trivial could cause the most damage.

I know, its not a bed of roses and full of laughter, this blog, is it?. Is it supposed to be? Not always! Its for me to say the things I want to and don't have the courage to. I'm so used to being alone, lonely and yet resignation is not the song that I want to sing anymore. "Think of my head on your chest". So why do I feel so lonely? "your mommas waiting up and your thinking he's the one, your dancing round your room at the end of the night" That's exactly what I always thought would happen to me, and it did, so why not fight when the sums don't add up and you know that the sum you both make together do add up. When you are Pooh Bear and honey. You can't explain it, but, its just right! Why I do always have a facade that I put up? There are those that think me weird, depressive, obsessive, intense, too serious, or believe it or not, never serious.

God, I need to breathe again. I'm drowning. The tide is too strong and I'm not making ground. How long do I have to wait? It's ironic, I know, I can hear you laugh at how ironic it will seem! My life is full of repetition, can't change that, its me! But need to stop this repetition of this "history book repeating itself". I've always forgiven hurt, from wherever its come from and in what form and I can forgive this, I have, just waiting for them to realise this and amend their bloody mistake. I want fun, to try things I've never done before and always dreamed of. I'm tired of conditioning and prison walls of ever giving materialism and dutiful support. Tired of the never giving emotional support, always being pushed away and ridiculed. Disagree with me if you want, but the things that happen behind the closed doors are what fill in the picture.

I want fun scenario and will do what it takes to get it back. What hurts is not having that fun, especially with the person who realised the real person and the not the android, who, let's face it would have been better placed in a Sci-Fi programme that I watch ... warped but true... I've always been a dreamer. It feels so good to know someone cared for me as I am, didn't judge me for they way I feel. Want it back!!! This blog is not going the way I meant it to. My mind is boggled!

Nobody rescued me today!!! I needed to be rescued....needed a night of being held - just held. Needed the touch of a caress and the brush of lips, needed the gentle strength of protectiveness and wanting. Well if what never happened happened I wouldn't complain. (Are you listening to me, you know who you are, I don't wanna be a bloody virgin anymore. Don't mean to say I'll give it to anyone or for nothing though!!!!)

A day of sat in a hot roof tidying, sorting for yet another year, the things that aren't mine. How the mind drifts.... the trickle of sweat down the centre of your back and the dusty dryness in the your throat when you need a drink. It transports you to another place. Tell me, why does the I pod, when its on random, always pick out the songs that get to you the most? I hate not knowing what to think! Am I too demanding, is it true? I was fearless, I want you back... don't care if people think me a fool! Does he think he's made a mistake, those that are nosey seem to think so. Is he frightened. Tell me then. "Time is going by...hold me til the hurt is gone...don't wanna regret not saying this to you""never dreamed you'd be mine"

God I can't concentrate, my feet are killing me...never walk 40 miles for no apparent reason in two days. Not a good idea... I always knew I was strange didn't think I be driven to do that though. Fucking Stupid - isn't the words that justify, but their close! Now every part of me aches with pain and longing - wonderful! Then there's the sleep deprivation, 8 bloody days, mad! I feel like a Bodhisattva. Maybe I should cut my eye lids off so I can't blink and stare at a wall. Supposed to do that to stay awake, maybe it'll have the reverse effect! Then no food! I know, I know , this is wrong I've heard the spiel so many times I know it off the top of my head without thinking about it.But 4 stone and losing weight rapidly can be SO thrilling. Just like being in love you gt jumpy and your minds all over the place. Should eat something suppose, really - 8 days today and well, I felt a little faint today. The first time someone offered to force feed me I recoiled, the second well I welcomed it... Good thing with riding, the muscles - more developed you see, so less like, well no! I was classified as worse then a Nazi POW- but then I was 2 stone 6- just 1 and a half to go. Only Joking. I know how to play the game now. One day maybe a picture at my lowest, or not.

Today as been extremely mixed. With everyday, it get harder to find something to talk about, without becoming even more tedious.

What do you guys out there think about cynicism?

I always thought that I was a cynic! however, in the past few weeks I've met a real cynic, no matter what you do they seem to think that they are right about a certain subject. Regardless of the actions and the words spoken in sincerity by a person they have apparently grown close to. Do we ever recover from cynicism? or does it taint our lives through so that in the end we end up lonely. We have all been hurt, haven't we? some of us more then others. The scars never go away, but they heal don't they? I know that you never forget the pain, but surely when you find someone that lays themselves bare to what they feel and how they want to be with you; what they want from you, you know, surely that, that feeling of knowing your not going to be hurt by that person grows. I wonder though, do we run from this feeling? Does it scare us? Is it that we need time to adjust to the way we feel? and inadvertently hurt that person. How many loves are lost like this? How many stand tall, forgive and make it work because of that mutual attraction. Seeing through the facade to the truth? The work comes though in getting that cynic to drop their facade. Someone said to this person, who thinks every woman will hurt him, "....true love produces a real woman though.... If the love is strong the woman wouldn't want to find something else". Why can men never see the truth, why can't they be a man and admit when they have acted wrongly and made a mistake? Why is it the woman who has to try and fight tooth and nail, sweat blood and tears to keep what they know to be right.

What makes a real woman? I am sure we all have our own views. What makes a woman the exception? This woman that this person seems to be looking for. I wonder shall we help him realise... or if he cannot listen to a very close friend and the woman that cares so deeply for him its beyond comprehension, is there a point? Well, not always the optimist, rarely the optimist, I think there is a point. The reason: I hate to see people making mistakes. So, lets start at the beginning, and see if you women out there agree with me. Given that my experience of these things is brand new, and majorly based on ROM Com's and classic and modern literature it may be a little over simplified, romantic and dream like. After all, I have Lizzie Bennett and Cathy or mentors. Nonetheless, I also have my own views and in my esteemed opinion, a real woman is the following ...

She will always be there for the man that she loves, never judge, always listen and advise, when he needs it. To be able to chat about the issues important to you both or just about the day to day chat . Thus building the relationship to be deeper and thus build the bond that the two share.
She will hold him when he is in despair or just needs her, after all there is nothing better then holding and being held by the one you love. Is there? She is there to comfort him as he his for her when you need it. Or indeed be there to hold him when you just want to know that there is someone there to keep the company, and the loneliness away.
She will allow him the time he needs away from her with his friends (along as she always come first though!!!!) After all, there is nothing worse then being in each others pockets and giving up all other parts of your life. The balance must be found though!!!!
She will always be honest with him, as this is the key to never hurting him. Honesty is at the base of it, a relationship is nothing without that honesty, and it stops misunderstandings from occurring and then the inevitability of unnecessary hurt happening.
She will be there for him when she knows that just her presence is enough and there is no need for words. Just her smile and her touch.
She will make him realise his mistake when he cannot see the wood for the trees and
cannot see that he is being illogical or indeed unreasonable. If he is overacting. She will be there to let him know how she feels when he feels threatened as he should be for her.
She would teach him about love as he would her, when appropriate using her body like a womb. We all know that sex is not the be all and end all but it is integral. It is important for her as well as him for her to be a different woman where sex is the topic of the day. Its as I said previously, why should women be subservient to sex. They should embrace it as men do, but men need to know, inevitably it will mean more to a woman in the long run.
She would always be herself, never changing herself for him, so that she never ended up resenting him. Individualism and identity are as important as being one....
She will know him better then he knows himself...

I told you it had been a strange day. I thought this up, when in the heat of the afternoon and early evening as the sun lowered in the sky, the shadows lengthened but the heat remained, I walked for three hours from my freedom to my prison. It was if I was the only woman nay, person in the world. Things seemed new, as my mind transported to a time when everything instead of just Gweilo made me smile. When life gifted me with something that I now have to fight to keep hold of and seem to be in limbo unsure of how that scenario will work out. The mind like life is cruel. Our mental DVD player, I Pod and photo album. It allows us to remember things that made us happy, it makes us remember things that caused us pain, it retains things that make us smile at times when while we smile we also want to cry. In time it makes us forget the clarity of things when we desperately want to. So what our only option record things for prosperity and hope they work out. "close my eyes and the flashbacks started.. that you were Romeo...you were throwing pebbles and my mummy said stay away from Juliet...and I said Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone... you are everything to me... this love is difficult but its real...we'll make it out of this mess...wondering if your ever coming around...I've been feelings so alone, is this in my head I don't know what to think" I Believe in this now and always. why do we dream of what was, has been, is and what is to come... lets hope we can make what is to come better then what is now....

Hey! wasn't sure what I was going to procrastinate about today and then it came to me... how about "girls having fun". We all do it, don't we girls? hide that vixen deep within us... I wonder why we never let her out. Yeah, we all have fun - don't we? but there is always that part of us that stays reserved and allow out only when we're completely alone.

Men having been doing it for years, letting themselves go, and liberating themselves but why did we hide behind the mask of reservation and propriety. Why? we went through the pains and anguishes of the suffragette movement, even in the '60s with the movement of burning bras there was still the disapproval associated with women being liberated an having fun that was not associated with men. Doesn't seem right to me. And, I'm not just talking about sexual liberation! Emily Pankhurst would be turning in her grave.

Maybe my view is clouded. I've never had the chance to have fun. There seems to always be an emitting circumstance to stop me. In a way I suspect there will always be, however I hope I get the chance to try...and try with someone who would not suspect me to be SO... well mad when the tunes begin, why not start to jump about when you hear a song you like. Its about freedom, isn't it girls? and we all need freedom, if we don't have freedom and the fun that's associated with then life just becomes androgynous.

Can someone tell me why we always start having fun when we at first taste freedom and then as fast as we experience it, it dies and the fun that we have becomes to take on the shape of what we saw our parents say was fun... seeing the look of resignation and longing in their eyes, for something more, better? Someone of us gain our freedom early and others have to wait, it comes to them like a tsunami, washing them along giving them no chance to catch their breathe and understand what is happening to them. But, one thing that remains is that none of us are the same again. Yes, as we age the idea of fun should and will without doubt change, but my advise to everyone and myself is enjoy every minute, life is too short and there is too much hurt and tribulation for us to become resigned. If your not having fun, then shout it out, change it for your own sake!!!!

I hear you cry, "some of us have plenty of fun", I know, I know, but there is the issue of confidence (let me digress a minute, any one heard the song "The Girl's Got No Confidence", about a woman who seems to have brains looks etc shes got no confidence. I dare say there is not one woman out there that at one point has felt so good about themselves that they think they've got everything and yet no confidence. hear it on my face book wall). Some of us only know an audience of the hoover and a stage that is the living room, our outfit, well for me at least - the sexiest, I own and I have some very sexy underwear, all the way from Japan. The fact I look like something out of Mrs Doubt fire (see my face book wall) is beside the point. Whereas, the rest of you have the confidence to take advantage of every event that you can have fun. I had a new experience the other day, I went to a pub (don't you dare laugh! No I've never been to a pub before) and as we were leaving the people that I was with started to talk about a local nightclub. Every bone in my body screamed lets go! I stepped out of myself and didn't recognise me! but hey, we didn't and I still want to go.

Come on girls, have you never been in that position when the judgments or ideas/opinions that people have of you are shattered. Bulldozed like a building condemned for demolition. Don't you love the look on their face. Whether its just liberation of having fun or whether its sexual liberation, there is a look of complete shock mixed with enjoyment which they cannot hide. Especially us girls! you know the ones of us that I mean! those of us that look prim and proper, straight laced, with our top button done up and appear - quite frankly anally boring!!!! I don't know what you lot think, but I think that is the one thing that is better. You can appear to everyone in the light of day to be a fine upstanding citizen. But, behind closed doors... why should women adopt the approach that we lie back and think of England... Embrace fun and have fun playing with someone (you make what you want of that comment, I have been accused of double entente before and don't care!). I'm an innocent still, a true virgin. But, when you've been given the precursor to a taste of real fun and then are left burning you do start to have a very over active imagination. Is there anything wrong with that girls?

Freedom is coming my way slowly, very slowly but the taste of it is like a vintage champagne and I intend to savour every minute. I know who I want and how I want that fun, its time for rebellion, even if it has to be behind closed doors and away from the day job. After all, we all have responsibilities don't we. The prospect of dancing the night away, raising the night and not lying back and thinking of England is on the menu for me, but I ask you all, how long, I wonder will the meal take to prepare. My suggestion, tell me, is it right? Some of the best meals take the longest to prepare. The key though is for it to always be an experience that never tarnishes, never becomes old.

Maybe, that why some one today said to me that my swan had emerged from the ugly duckling and now I needed to get out and get what and who I want. To not let the ugly duckling reemerge. I laughed it off, but there is some truth and that's why I intend to somehow join the gangs of girls out there that are having fun....if that means playing the long game then so be it. I always a stayer! I can't see everyone embracing this new me as much as I wish too. I'm not that different, not all but, there is a fire burning inside me and I don't want that spark to disappear.

Well, I'm back again... in the midnight hours when the rest of you are asleep. I'm really mounting up those hours of insomnia and fasting. Thought an immense amount of physical exertion today may have helped, but as you can all guess it didn't... I should have taken a trip down to the manor at Syde and helped out, I think that would have just distracted me though!!!! Or should I say someone!!! even the classical music I'm listening to isn't helping, just invoking strong feelings of sorrow and passion. I hear you shouting at me, I know "take sleeping tablets" - they don't work. I'd need the amount to knock out a cow...

Have you ever wondered how so many people that you have known in the past from different places end up knowing each other now, and find yourself wondering how they could possibly have met when they seem to have all been placed in different scenarios. Have you ever wanted to contact them, out of the blue after years and ask them quite nosily "how do you know so and so?". How about those that you have either been or want to be close to and are now friends. Have you ever wanted to take them in your arms and comfort them when they are stressed and seemingly not coping with certain areas of their life. Even though you know that there network of friends is vast, you have that notion that only you can help or understand. What do you do about it? I often wonder, when the scenario you find yourself in is lacking in clarity for either one or both of you what it is that goes through your mind! Are you on the same page... or the differences in how you are feeling create that ubiquitous elephant in the room... can you ever get past that? Or do you inevitable end up getting to/back together or going your separate ways. It all seems such a waste and shows that life would be so much more enjoyable and less stressful if we could all read each others minds!

Are there anyone out there that knows what I mean when I say that sometimes you worry about someone more then you need... Anything to forget about the worry that people might have for you. Am I alone to say that sometimes a situation gets so bad that in the end you end up not caring as a matter of course! Consequently you end up not caring either for the other person affected by the situation. God that sounds awful! Hit the self destruct button and take on the consequences and ramifications as they arrive. Do we often know what we are doing when actions are taken by us? Do we see the whole situation as we begin to play the scene? When others point out things, is it a case that we did not procure to these points, or that we refuse to acknowledge that we did in fact knowingly ignore what our actions might affect the others surrounding us. I'm in that position, but unusually, I'm the one that will be affected by the others actions as they refuse to undo the damage that they have done so far. Instead they continue on the course that they have laid out and continue as if they were Casey Junior. Yes! Yes! I hear some of you cry, "who is Casey Junior?"well you'll have to find out yourself if your that interested. I might sound like a boring sage but I'm here to vent, moan and procrastinate. Not lecture.

Some years ago I was introduced to Astrology, can't say that I go in very much to believing in it. But, it must hold some fascination to me, as I often look at what the daily forecast is... I can only think, as I never take any notice of it, is that its the fascination that one has in something that they think allot of bullshit... All right! I know that there are those out there who believe in it, and live their lives by it. Bit like those who think that yoga is crap. I have to say that I do not on that score, I found myself in a situation recently that would have led directly to yoga being very useful. Needless to say, there was no such procurement, and that is enough said. I am sure many of you understand the need for some privacy and the rest of you have imaginations that I'm sure you'll use to great effect. I digress.

Astrology! lets see how accurate it is? I am a Sagittarius! I am supposed to be optimistic, well that's not true, ask anyone who knows me. I think I must be one of the most pessimistic people on the planet. As for travel and ambition well yes, that's true! But to say that idealism is not affected by disappointment I don't agree with, not in my case anyway, and I've had lots of disappointments....Sincerely generous with a passion, trustworthy and loyal is very true, but who sees that as being a quality, that would mean staying around for any length of time and nobody has done that so far in my case. Whoever they are they all get fed up and leave and fairly quickly as well. Sagittarius's are you thinking that any of this sounds familiar? let me know? REBELLIOUS... oh Yes!!! I have recently discovered how tantalizing and fun being rebelliously naughty can be, especially when you are with another. I wonder, though is that leading someone astray? Can you lead someone astray, or do they have to want to be led astray? All astrology fans you can jump up and down screaming YEP!! at this point as I am beginning to get very scared at how this information given to me is like me... I don't believe in God, no but have a sense of something I must believe in and everyone says I overdo my ethics.Can't say I'm a conversationalist but as I'm training to take on a post as a historical researcher, I'm still listening. Sexually, conventional, well maybe! In control, depends! faithful oh definitely!thought to be frigid by many oh yes that definitely is a definite. Possibly even so right you could say that I have had the ability to shock in how non frigid I am. Still listening, come on now I'm scaring and have to say it, shocking myself here. A fiery temper, demanding and great with horses. Who wrote this? you know who you are! Are you sure you just didn't write about me?As for having a good sense of humour, always thought people were laughing at me, until recently someone said that they were laughing with me and I made them laugh. For relationships that are sexually passionate, intellectual as well as full of a sense of ease go for those that are Piceans. Alright, you sold me on the ideas! But theses daily star sign horoscopes, nar!

Hey, all you insomniacs! want to sleep? do you wanna know the best sleeping tonic then. Its to find someone that you really care deeply for, and hope that they feel the same way. Then in the middle of the night when every one's sleeping and your awake you find yourself drifting off, into what is an usual state for us lot, lets face it! feeling the warmth of their skin next to yours, watching the gentle rise and fall of their chest as they breathe in and out as they sleep. Watching how peaceful they are and know that their smell - that headiness that fills you up is what takes you to the land of nod. Knowing that there you lie embraced by arms that belong to another and it seems the most natural thing in the world. The problem with this, is keeping them. Should they up and leave you as is the trend for many that time and those hours at night when the rest of the world is asleep, the time that we have come to regard with a sense of friendly familiarity can become a sparse and barren wasteland of lonliness. You'll find that once you've felt that there's no turning back and there is never again a time that you want to sleep alone and not feel the arms of that choosen one touching you as you lie there together....waiting for morning and the look of love in their eyes. Savour it you never know how many times you'll feel it or indeed how long it'll last!!!!!!!!!!

Hey everyone, whose not reading this. well, so what... Another day in limbo. Has anyone ever had those days when they just can't be arsed to fight anything or anyone. The most that they can do is drag themselves from their bed for some non essential reason. Well, I managed that today, as I do everyday. I rode and then returned to the limbo that is surrounding me and has been of late away from the public eye.

Anyone, ever had a day when their mind won't shut up. God! I wish mine would shut up. I need it to give it the fuck a rest...its like those really annoying adverts that you get on the t.v. - You know the ones that they play time and again and all you want to do is throw the set through the highest window in a desperate attempt to shut the fucking thing up. Unfortunately, for me, save jumping out the window myself, something strongly considered on many occasions I am unable to do that with my mind.

Haven't slept in soo... long! 4 hours in the last two weeks and well the last three days have been hell. Least before there was something good to think about. Partner that with the fact that I've not eaten in 82 hours I am feeling decidedly vampiric. No, not Twilight vampiric, I hear to ghast in shock. Something more like a cross between Dracula and a kid out the "Lost Boys". They say that Vampires are people that have bargined with the devil. Maybe, I have, it certainly does feel at the moment like I'm caught in the depths of the earth. Those hidden bowels where great caverns and chasms split through her very heart and lick with flames, something tountamount to the end scences in the J.R.R. Tolkien books collectively known as "The Lord of the Rings". I feel like I'm on the verge of hallucinagenic collapse , but as Pat Benatar said "My body's not that kind".

Used to love the way that I could stay awake for hours, watching the hours tick by on the clock and see the world sleep, but then listen to the endless and very incessant way that it would go about its buisness during the day. I'm tired of that though there is no longer a sense of comfort in these graveyard hours. The only benifit is that you can never complain that there is never enough hours in the day.

My nights are pregnant - pregnant with a sense of lonliness now. Perry Como once said "I guess they understand how lonely life has been, but life began again the day you took my hand...And, yes I know how loveless life can be, the shadows follow me and the night won't set me free". I know, its soppy and sentimental, well sometimes there is a need for soppy and sentimental and that is maybe what has been missing in my life. I've never really been that type. But, yes, but there is one thing that is never talked about and this is the cynical part that we all love to forget. Or, not forget but convieniently ignore for as long as possible. That is, that it is only a matter of time before that person lets go of your hand and sends you straight back to the prison that they had released you from.Life is a bitch and as someone quoted to me, "to live is to die!!!". Its in this time that we find ourselves split into two groups, are we not? Some forgive, forget and try again if that person wants to, the other put two fingers in the air and say "FUCK YOU". Well, I'm not that kind and am a strong believer that only you know what is best for you at the time and what will make you happy. My advise then, never let someone rule you, impose their own beliefs and opinions onto you, let them live their lives as they wish to and you the way that you want.

Hey all you insomniacs out there, what do you think to this, have you ever felt this way? The best nights sleep I have ever had was when I was touching someone else's skin, letting their skin warm mine and watching the gentle rise and fall of their chest as they breathed. Listening to their heart thud rythmically steady as they slept. Watching the person that you care deeply for sleep is the best sleeping tonic you could imagine. And, believe me, I've tried them all. But God is it lonely when they up and leave you. The prospect of being awake alnight never again has that same meaning....

When is this bloody weather gonna cheerup? heat wave this year, what heatwave? doe these weather man and women (can't forget the women now in this world of equality) with their satalites actually know what they are talking about and do they actually think that any one takes notice of them as they stand in front of a blank screen waving their arms about thinking that they look important.
what was it that Ozzy Osbourne said, i know i can hear some of you scream, "the man is in a world of his own". He probably is induced by too many drugs in his youth. But his lyrics " Wondering will mother earth survive, hoping that in time mankind will stop abusing her sometime" is right. He has a valid point! We do seems to go about thinking that the earth will always be tere that we are just being scared into action and that it does not exist. So when we are all blown to smithereens and look and taste like very strange black crispy nuggets and are floating in the vastness of space we won't have a leg to stand on and the Great British Public will not be able to complain as they have in the past.
Everyday we do things that we are advised not to do, like using plastic bags, making countless car journeys seeming to be in a zombie like state of ignorance that "it'll never happen to me, I do my bit" because we may walk our kids to school once a year!!
And, yes i hear you cry that the politicians are not doing their bit either, but then come on guys when have they ever, they sit in their classrooms being taught their lessons before playtime and when they come back the morning lesson is forgotten about. Drifted into their subconcious to lie dorment. Do we really need them to tell us that we are all effectivly commiting sanctioned and very clinical murder to others and sucide to ourselves. Are there so many of us with that kind of mind set. We all know, surely that politicians do their lesson but neer complete their homework.
And when they do do some homework it never very well produced is it. Policies and Strategies are always played out with a sense of democracy, free will and personal choice is the dish of the day. So most of us carry on ignoring the advise and when we don't we have to pay for the privilage. Saving the world has become a money game of who can become the richest. Then of course we have the benifits. The benifits that are supposed to help "Mother Earth", do they help Mother Earth?, not that I can see, do they help us, who seem to do all the bloody work? not that I can see. Do they benifit the politicians? Yes, of course they do. Mummy doesn't give them enough money each morning before school so what better way then to take it off the poor kids. When teacher says give it back, do they? NO! they find a way of taking more.
Maybe its time for a political coo....