OK, strictly speaking about family, there is not much to report. Sis & co went somewhere in the US on holiday (they love Disneyland and other cultural wastelands, which is strange since she makes some money playing classical music), one uncle of mine got into Face book and is now following me but he can't figure for the life of mine how to use the darn thing, everybody else back home is allergic to computers (Sis included, in spite of having an Engineering Degree) except my mum, that at 70 something dares to try things on her Ubuntu workstation, I'll get her a tablet next time I am in Tenochtitlan, it is the kind of computer she has been waiting for for the last 10 years (it won't be an iPad you fanboys, and as sure as hell it won't have the OS of the Beast).
So I'll talk about the reason of the classist statement subject of this post instead, after all my family includes me, doesn't it?
First of all it is worth saying that my origins are working class I suppose, authentic proletariat: my mother at some point in her childhood was so poor that could not afford shoes and had to sell chewing gum to passing cars on the streets, in a familiar scene in hundreds of traffic crossroads in Mexico-Tenochtitlan, my dad joined the army because he needed somewhere that would feed him and put a roof over his head (one day after the compulsory 20 years of service he tended his notice of retirement, a few years short of 40), at least one of my grand parents was buried in a common grave because they could not a afford a family plot in the cemetery, and another one died in the US while picking tomatoes destined to garnish the best burgers North of the Rio Bravo.
So although I am no longer working class strictly speaking (thanks to the efforts and sacrifices of my parents and my good luck) I certainly know where my roots are, reason for which I tend to favour the down on his luck people.
Two recent experiences have disabused me of my sympathy, in one incident a mob of ignoramus crowded on me for taking a picture. They claimed that taking a picture was illegal!? , one woman, clearly quasi illiterate, claimed so as if she had been a qualified solicitor and one of them actually took my mobile phone by force and gave it to a shop attendant, who promptly found the offending picture ( a shot of long queue of costumers in an understaffed shop I was intending to use to launch a complaint) and deleted it without further ado. I sent a complaint to the shop and I got a letter with an unreserved apology, I could have pressed for compensation money for copyright infringement and goodness knows what else, if any ambulance chasers lawyers are reading this feel free to get in touch as long as it costs me no money...
The second incident is much serious: in my way home I was physically assaulted by 3 yobs (you know the type: 20 something, beer can in hand, fit because they do manual work or spend their dole time on the gym, head clean shaven) and now that I can understand English accents, I can tell exactly where in the social ladder of this country they can be neatly inserted in. It is interesting to note that only one of them actually manhandled me, he was so sure of his strength that used only one hand, firmly holding my neck, while holding his beer in the other one (first things first I suppose) and although I am not athletic by any means I don't think I look like a shrinking violet, anyway, he started shouting "give me your money!" while the other two vagrants were laughing their socks off. I know I could have landed one good punch, but fortunately I was so taken by surprise that didn't put any resistance, maybe my passivity saved me from a real battering. The two observant misfits got bored and asked his pal to leave me alone, obviously they had better things to do, and thankfully he did. I tried reporting the incident to the police, but got fed up after hanging in the phone for 20 minutes.
Strangely I was not angry or fearful (and still am not, I walk the same street every day, it will take more than that to scare the wits out of me) but felt a sense of quasi boredom. Fed up with things really, one hears so much about antisocial behavior that once one experiences it, it seems like more of the same old boring story.
Yesterday I chastised somebody on this heroic site for hating the poor. Well, I was trolling you bro, I know where you are coming from, you Tory bastard.
So only today allow me to hate the poor, the downtrodden, the mob, the masses. Fear the mob, the thoughtless mob, handle the mob and you'll be king...
Tomorrow I'll be back to doing the right thing[TM] and opposing all those rich robber barons that make possible the existence of these uneducated masses, but today they, the uneducated masses, are the recipients of all my vile.
I was in Lanzarote during the Royal Wedding Bank holiday.
At the end I didn't manage to see my Red Headed friend because my bloody flight was delayed 6 hours, so I missed her, all the same really, because she is planning to marry the guy she has been infatuated with like forever, who abandoned her a couple of times, a guy that every time he has a problem rushes back home to the comfort of mummy's arms (he is mid forties for bunnies sakes...). Why women like that kind of men?
Anyway, Lanzarote is beautiful, the Czech Female Athletics team is even better to look at than Lanzarote's volcanoes, as are also the German (female) javelin throwers. Also of note was a tall (1.90?) disabled athlete: tall ultra fit blonde wearing a blade where her lower leg should had been, really sexy in a very different kind of way.
I also spent weekends in Eton and Grantham (Beauvoir Castle, pronounced beaver as for the damn building critter) in the middle of farming country (kilometers and kilometers of cows, sheep and rapeseed) watching fit posh people triathloning their way around the manicured countryside.
After Grantham I went to Skegness, just because, and took several nice pictures of the unexpected impressive offshore wind turbines and threw away £5 of 2p coins in the decidedly tasteless penny arcades ... went to the shops and found several racist mementos, but hey, this was deepest England, offense is not meant for sure :-/
On Monday, enduring the most horrible weather, I went to Lincoln and spend a good time in the magnificent cathedral, I even bought a Bible in comic form, it is quite well done and portrays Jesus the alleged Christ as a man of Middle Eastern appearance, which is the right thing to do in my atheist book.
I have started my training for the British 10K in July. My knees are killing me, I need to do far more gym work to strengthen my legs' muscles, but I hate gyms, so I will figure out exercises I can do at home.
- Opera & music
From the previous diary (monthly?) entry:
PROMs season announced. Tickets bought. I could not get tickets for the outstanding Simon Bolivar Orchestra from Venezuela, who are, yet again (and this is no a complaint), playing Mahler.
NY Met Opera Season announced: bought tickets for several broadcasts. The Wagner's ones were sold out in my venue of choice, it never ceases to amaze me how many Wagnerians are there in UKia.
Royal Opera House: can't be bothered: too posh (bankers parade their trophy wives, if that is what they are since the age differences are alarming, with particular gusto, like if they deserved all their wealth and privilege), program too bland, tickets too expensive. I may wait for the discounted performances, which normally are the best ones (bankers don't go to those....).
Watched 2 films worth mentioning:
Hanna: gosh, where to start. This was excellent fun as thrillers go, the filmaking is an authentic bravura performance. The editing is sharp and imaginative, the special effects are not felt, and there is not much sentimentalism (the body count grows constantly, and even children and old people we know or see, have not been spared).
The unlikely hero, a genetically modified girl which was intended to be discarded once the "project" that brought her to be was canceled, is perfectly cast in the form of a girl that is menacing but fragile at the same time, completely ignorant of the outside world, but perfectly capable to deal with its dangers, it is to the great credit of the directory and the young actress that they managed to convey a character for which you could not really feel much sympathy at an emotional level, but nevertheless you were on her side from the word go.
@@@@, you won't be disappointed if intelligent gore fests are your thing.
"The Extraordinary Adventures of Adèle Blanc-Sec"
I would describe this one as "Amelie" meets "Indiana Jones" but get all argumentative about a pterodactyl.
OK, so pretty girl looks for immortality formula via a nutty professor, with the intention of reviving an Egyptian doctor (as in a Pharaoh's mummified doctor) who for some reason should be able to cure her sister, who has a pin going through her head which keeps her in a vegetative state.
But the professor tests his techniques with a pterodactyl egg, and guess what, it works...
From there on dinosaurian chaos ensues, the girl somehow gets naked at some point (this is a French movie, it is in the contract of the director to unrobe the female lead at some point), and of course the mummy revives and somehow organizes things to cure Adele's sister.
A complete farrago of a plot, but the actress is cute, there are several humorous set pieces, and I love pterodactyls.
@@@ hopping they just leave it as it is ( cliffhanger at the end suggests a follow up is clearly in the cards: Monsieur Besson: please don't push your luck).
Is anybody watching "The Event"? I just saw last episode and they left a little cliffhanger in the form of a dying planet freshly transported to the vicinity of Earth so the aliens can colonize at their hearts content, after first disposing of half of us (us and in humanity, working class included for completeness) in the process.
Spanish (Castillian really) books translated from Basque or Catalan. Not that good frankly ....
She is not standing her own and other furry animals are coming inside using the cat flap and making it known that they own the place (guess how).
Will need to install a cat flap with one of those fancy magnetic keys, so the other stinky animals stay out... or will hire a bouncer.
- Polish people:
They are more expensive than Filipino people. Their days as cheap labour are numbered.
But Polish girls are yummier. In the other hand Filipino girls have better sense of humour... but they are all Catholic.... hmmmm....
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