Mic Righteous - Fire In The Booth

Having just discovered grime, (I know I know a bit late in the day but better late than never). I cannot get enough of this man Mic Righteous. I'm feeling it real. He knows about life and he does not give up, maximum respect to the man and to his adopted home Kent. He knows all about it, he says he gives love first then might hate, he is love and hate and not ashamed, he fights for love and through all the confusion we live in, he fights hard for good, using his capacity for hate, not denying it, but using it, in a controlled manner. A true warrior and a man after my own heart and may God bless him forever. Mic Righteous live on!

What no spring anymore? (and some chit chat)

It may be a little naff to blog about the weather, but how strange it is becoming nowadays. It went from cold to hot in a matter of days in April, and there are forest fires in England! At the same time the temperatures were so high in England, in Iraq where it is usually very hot this time of year, they were experiencing torrential rain and flooding. We had hardly any autumn last year either, again it just went from hot to cold in days, the winter although fairly short was severe. Its similar but different to the North American climate, although they have short summers and long winters, we seem to be having long hot summers and short winters. And I do mind. I always liked our temperate climate, you could remain quite active for most of the year, but personally I am not too good in hot weather ( being light skinned) in fact I almost hate it. In the quick turn around minus the spring, I have been feeling strange, very irritable, on a short nerve and have been experiencing various uncomfortable physical symtoms like dizziness, headache and so on. I feel like there is a lot of pressure on me, my head seems to be bearing the brunt of it.

On other news; the election, it was good to see the lib dems get a telling off for being yellow tories by the electorate and I hope they stick to what was being said on the news programme today with Andrew Marr that they would be opposing tory NHS 'reform'. The NHS was a hard won right, fought for by those who came back from the second world war, its disgraceful to their memory to dismantle it like they are attempting to do.

Also it was marvellous to see a wipe out of the BNP, wipeout in Stoke, wipeout everywhere ( I think they only have one person now in Barnsley or somewhere that way) . So from that point of view, very good news.

AV also got defeated, it was a bad compromise on PR and would have set back that programme for a long while, I am glad it was rejected as it was also another blow for the lib dems, they really must learn now ( although I doubt they will; they'll probably still be clinging on in government and seeing out the cuts and dirty work of the tories), I always felt that the saying 'never trust a liberal' had something in it.

The talk of the Royal wedding was the awful attire of the princess's, Beatrice and Eugenie. I did explain to my nephew that the gossip at any wedding is always someones embarrassment, it rather disturbingly turns into the news of the day as with the princess's, my niece told me that I should not feel sorry for either of them as I kind of felt their embarrassment, and so I took her advice and I don't, they both just looked like right messes ( oh you bitch!), but ain't that all the things that weddings reinforces? Of course this special wedding was not a state occasion, it was therefore private, so how come we had to foot the bill for it? Face book acted very strangely too and took down about fifty or so profiles on the night of the Royal wedding, many of them anti cuts pages, I woke up to find I had lost a large chunk of my face book friends overnight, I thought it was an organised something, apparently there was police involvement, all the pages have now been reinstated I believe, so what storm in a tea cup all of that was.

It was a wonderful surprise when out shopping with my sisters family, waiting outside a shop for them on account of predicting to be thoroughly bored, a wonderful May Day demonstration went past just where I was, I did take some pics with my phone and will be uploading them soon, it was great, a nice bit of red to balance the overdose of blue of that weekend.

Take it on the Chin

Being the youngest of three girls all close in age, there were, as is common among siblings - many fights. The middle one was more fun, frequent and generally fair, whereas fights with big sis were more difficult because she knew and could see how I enjoyed fighting with middle sister and was not into fighting at all, at the earliest opportunity, she would claw my face with her nails and she always kept her nails sharp. It was something I thought should be disallowed in a fight so I would go running to my parents with bloody gashes across my face and my big sister would get a good telling off. I did get some revenge later, although its not about revenge, more, what goes around comes around, and I do and always did love my big sis dearly.

Middle sister was a good fighter, very imaginative, as we got bigger and became teenagers, I was getting physically much bigger than her and so she had to think of clever ways to fight me ( as I was often wanting to scrap) . She did it beautifully, one day she trapped my head behind her back somehow and squeezed it for ages and she would not budge, I was trapped and after that I called it a day fighting with her.

Around that time I had met a couple of lads at our pub and through some school friends. They were both big and broad ( for 16 and 17 year olds), they were six foot three and six foot four; we all got on really well and before long we were enjoying numerous drunken scraps ( play fights), I really loved it and so did they, they told me that they were holding back and letting me scrap them a lot of the time, they also used to say to me that I didn't know my own strength.

One day, while indoors at home, I was play fighting or something like that with big sis, and I felt this serge of energy and what felt like foreign chemicals in my body, I realised I had picked up my sister and was going to throw her, so I quickly looked about the room and saw Mum and Dad's bed so I threw her on that from across the room, she fell off it onto the floor, and her face was a picture, I still laugh as I remember the look of shock to this day, so, big sis that was for scratching my face when I was a kid!

I never met anyone who would fight with me like those two fellas from back in the day, all my subsequent male friends have pretty much refused to spa for a jest, I'm not sure why.

My last partner very much enjoyed a good fight ( but not play fighting with me unfortunately), but as a compromise he decided to teach me how to give a good and accurate punch on the chin which he assured me would make the other go down, I practised what he taught me, not on anyone but on his hand, he encouraged me to not hold back and give as full a punch onto his hand as I could. He felt it and then remarked that he thought it was KO, I don't think he was making it up. Anyway I have been taught to how to give a good punch although I am yet to use it on anyone.

Just recently I have taken up martial arts, I went to tai chi and really loved it. Our teacher said we could improvise and gave us some basic moves and theory, I developed this into 'singing tai chi' and would repeat certain parts of songs I knew almost in a chanting fashion. Unfortunately it was a short-lived episode due to lack of places to practice. The martial art closest to my heart though is Jujitsu, I think this is the one that would come most naturally to me, it remains at this stage an ambition, but one that will be fulfilled one day with any luck.