Drones Over Tottenham

Drones over Tottenham again. Signs should be available to say they not UFO’s.

Why do drones always congregate near a full moon? Technology has come a long way. Drones have gone from being like humming wasps to complete silence. This week we seen more unidentified flying drones over Tottenham.

It was a dark April evening as drones over Tottenham moved around slowly, silently flashing red, white and blue fairy lights.

They just appeared from no where one at a time. I only seen two but I think there were three of them hovering around.

Two of them seemed to leave jet chem trails, that’s why I deduce there were three. Besides luck says bad things come in three’s.

Popular frindge news website Vice recently covered drones in Whitechapel. Two young up and coming consumers drove around the city in a car monitoring a drone. The drone is equipped with a heat sensor. Searching for cannabis growers in cities all around Great Britain.

The boyfriend of the young couple who I assume own the remote controlled drone said he was doing growers a favour by seeking them out. His reasoning was that police are deploying similar tactics.

So either the other evenings drones were genuine police drones or is that young couple doing the rounds. If business is as good as they say on Vice then I sure they could also afford an upgrade in drones. More than likely it’s this new unarmed night vehicle looking for trouble.

There is a chance they were UFO’s because they covered a lot of ground. They all headed to the moon, which added to the illusion. Even Mutley clambered the wall to get a better look. You should of seen him, it was like an episode of catch the pigeon.

A Modern Day Anthropologist Working The Online Trenches

Writing these days is like Greek or Latin. Some get it sooner than later depending on how it’s working out for you. In most cases it never works out as well as originally planned. The plan is as simple as waving a flag and to then expect winning results. Only a fool would believe such nonsense.

We start out life thinking everything will just happen at the click of a button, without any real focus. We walk into a room, flick on a switch to only find somebody else had already turned on the light of day. And now we feel like it’s us who flicked on the darkness. Equally the written word has been relegated below the image. Video has muscled in and presentations have squeezed the life out of time.

Product worshipping has replaced the need for seasons. The glass dome we live in is a giant sun room that looks like a golf ball. You can brush and polish it all you like but it won’t always yield a ‘eagle’ hole in one.

To the outside world writing seems like a boil or rash. I often get comments like how would you like to pay for some SEO. Follow me on Twitter or Instagram, never “How’s your father?”. Luckily there are still avid readers who still enjoy real cream profiteroles.

Blogging is a great way to document thoughts. You can look around all you like, follow everyone and anyone. But actually spotting talent and tracking them down is like talking Greek. It won’t be long before you’ll have them all crashing on your sofa. Most blogs are just wet beds. It’s easy to just ‘dip your toe into things’ or ‘bang in a few clichés here and there’ but actually squeezing out substance, rythmn and reason seems a whole other ball game. Is just great to have a place to kick the ball into a brick wall as hard as possible.

So is blogging a game, or is it more like a voluntary soup kitchen? We stand around ladling bowls of soup and stuffing passers by with crusty bread and butter all day. To only one day realise asperations are like ships in the night. You are attracting the rich and famous. The people who need your skills are out there dating your next girlfriend. It’s like one day that revelation reveals itself as plain as the pimple on the end of your nose. The secret is they do get behind you you only have to resume the position and simply ask. Sad really how most folks at some point made themselves recieve that sort of punishment. These sort of blocks keep people back from commenting on anything outside of their own world of problems.

Most of societies problems are amplified in solo fake news. This promoted belief is done through making readers believe they are the only ones reading things. These readers feel lonely and unique, like it’s only themselves that share each others experiences. It used to be the other way around. If you wanted someone to share your blurbs you do certain things. Techniques that make themselves different and unique. It’s this pressure that gets the heard commenting. It’s the same people who look back at other people and say ‘Jesus, I so proud of you!’. Yet all they see of themselves is the leaky cracks in their world. The mess starts within which is why we all experience guilt. This sort of guilt is rediculous, false and serves nobody.

And the hobbyhorse. We think it’s fine being left in the Postman Pat red car rocking with a collection of coins in the metre, whilst leaders and guardians go about their business in the busy shopping mall. They hang their friends out to dry like hats on a stand. So its ok to throw a ball of paper again into that little paper basket far, far away? No it isn’t and neither should you feel like a screwed up piece of paper. You see we have made this world a world of editors. Society is filled with a world of invisible criques whom rather than show themselves, they just keep on churning out the same crap.

Take photojournalists for example. You see maybe one picture of themselves in the avatar of themselves hiding behind a lens. This naturally attracts other photographers who have avatars of themselves hiding behind a lens. Its like the happy lens club. Stuff them and there silly lens avatars. If they have problems reading and writing the that’s just the way it is and those things will never change. And music fans. They listen, they learn but have lost that needed outlet of karaoke so instead they go out in the world, singing other peoples songs and expect to get paid for it, potty training comes to mind. I’m a big boy now. Its wiping time. Ben becomes the big monster gloating in the pool. The Mars or Snickers. The photographers Hoola Hoop face in a ball of fire. The literature on the lavatory wall saying call me you sissi.

Most people understandably don’t even read it. My hope is a world of more people busy writing instead of just pressing buttons thinking the rest of the world will clap at the top five names on the Pheonix, Mr Do! High score.

Drafting Out Interactionism – Understanding Society

Learn from the ring leaders, they draft things out before tackling anything. If you like sociology, politics, London or communications then get on this.

Sociology as I am sure you understand is about the study of people. That is us, how we communicate, interacted and quantity information at certain times about a variety of topics.

Some of these topics are important and others not so important.

Who are you and who are you speaking too? And are you reaching the right audience.

An audience must understand your jargon to fully comprehend your message. Depending on how you use this jargon those who understand will begin to shape ideas about you by evaluating the rhetoric you consistently use. Moreover they will already have a perception about who you are depending which organisations you represent.

Human behaviour shapes citizens outlook of how they treat you face to face or by merit. If you deliver what they want to hear and offer solutions, then this is what they will expect from you. If you share common values, colours or project shared symbols they will come to you quicker.

In London we have Big Ben right next to the Houses of Parliament. When the bells ring on the hour we are also reminded of something important happening in that area.

Politics in Britain is slightly different to other countries, we have a Privie Council from all over the country who commute to London to air their constituents views to a variety of political party members. We also have to Royals which make Britain unique by proxy.

Without shaping views about politics my point is simple: In any occupation there is a hierarchy and within that structure is a selection of gentlemen and women who speak for large numbers of people.

Depending on which catchment area you live in we can make certain assumptions about who will get what. But overall the assumption should be everybody in the same position should be treated the same way. The variables differ compared to other skilled occupations.

They differ by words used in communications, body language and a culpable palpable voice sounding crucial topics that consider a variety of norms.

When politicians get this consistently right, when the bell tolls you can safely assume all will be good when they step foot into the Houses of Parliament.

If you or they start of making jokes about things there is a danger of getting treated like a comedian instead of a politician. Equally many politicians are great when the cameras are on them, which amplifies their persona to a larger audience. This creates spin offs on various shows where they will get to prove there point. Anything they miss in communications with the world will be judged. Most good politicians in the public eye I imagine have been in the system a while, kept a low profile, served their constituents well and have support of other constituencies.

The best thing about a House for Parliament is other areas get to share and adapt with similar areas therefore making society change in a logical way. The problem seems to be the convincing rhetoric and understanding of what everyone wants to hear to push a personal agenda. Personal experience is the most powerful, so with that said how can we be sure the individual at some time in there life has had to deal with something traumatic?

Trauma creates facial ticks or makes words symbolically attached with triggers that could slow a man down like a rabbit on the road. They could lose temper and nobody understands why. This could lead to being labelled madness and then be treated as such. It could also change the way mad people are seen within the group. When they leave and walk down the road to Victoria or Charing Cross and see all the homeless people they might realise they are not insane too. See how easy it is to pass a word and amplify it into something else.

When you consistently exaggerate problems people start to hear less of you. Your image will keep you in the pack. Rather than see you as an Ace or a Diamond, they will imagine you as a Joker or top Trumps.

Democratic Party

The democratic party is on again this week, so if you have anything to do with politics, be there or be square.

This is not your usual party political democrats meet up. Food will be served yourself. This is a self catering do. Which means you’ll just have to bring your own bottle.

We’ll be launching a new boat and a surprise guest will cut the red ribbon. You can look forward to politicians old and new. There will be a charitable whip round for surprised politicians selected to walk the plank.

The party doesn’t end with a boat. Expect posh lodgings around the city. Funding will be available for anyone who finds free lodgings. On occupation of the building we will provide you with the best space possible and perhaps some clean linen. You can expect wide screen projections and long PowerPoint presentations. Bring your own laboratory paper please because on site chemical toilets will be reserved for leaders of the dark side.

We ask that you provide your own rosettes and tie your own tie in the morning. We recommending matching ties and Rosetta, blue for cribs and red for honour. Be prepared this is a GTA5 game graphics event. We expect you to do as your told and get the job done as quick as humanely possible. Gang bangers will be turned away at the door, so dress appropriately, leave the clown suites at home.

This is a once a year event, so prepared for anything for this not your usual democratic party. If you attended last year and survived it, please wear the lousy t-shirt we got you. This years event will have great keynote speakers who have recently retired from the political force. They will be signing shirts, so look out for them. Expect another whip round for them. We hope to raise enough funds to send them home packing.

SPOILER ALERT: topics of the day include – politics, sport, keynote jokes, funding guidance and inside tips about up and coming red tape. All the fun of the fair really.

Occupy Wall Street with Brick Overlords

As Halloween rears its pumkin head I thought it be nice to look inside the head of it. Looking through the jagged mouth, white gums and carved out eyes things are very different out there…

Overlords in this life are the people in positions of power some we see and some we cannot. As I look inside the pumpkin ball the truth becomes to count itself down to the midnight hour. The architypes are stereotypical and hold us back from understanding how it actually works out there.

History gives us hints of what might happen, polls and ratings give the overlords a template to pursuade you of how well they are doing, but we need more evidence. That’s where we come in.

Scrying has become popular during the seventies when people found spitting on mirrors made them more popular. Or the alternative they find people with extraordinary gifts. Hiring people with special claims and testimonies about the supernatural. Most people saw them as activists lobbying change or punks with spikey hair breaking norms. Some however due to their handed down ways were so old you could see it made sense.

The overlords of each country had their own entertainments. Music is very popular so lets measure this by that:

The barber shop quartets, the harpist plucking away in a room full of dikkie bows and petticoats. Then you have the bedroom DJs and musicians practising in doors away from harms way. From merrackka shaker to guitar string breaking I sure you agree there is a note for every occassion.

To the right of a piano keyboard the notes from Eyes Wide Shut play. Scientologists and ‘Mission Impossible’ stars leading roles anyone can be introduced to the overlords behind the red satin curtain.

Inside all of us is a decision to be made which bubbles up to the surface now and again. Voting, leading and sucking up to the powers that be. Choosing the softer option can exhaust anyone and families across the country sell their lemonade wares from garages.

During any recession and receding hairline we see people snuggle up, huncker down, buckle up and take their foot of the peddle. Thank goodness for the electric age, people like Elon Musk motors make good examples. Is just I wonder what the overlords will do now when they mess up, jump of a bridge or drive into a brick wall?

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Loose Women Special Guests Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton

Can you imagine it, Donald Trump and Hilary Clinton as special guests on UK daytime television?

I sure you will agree this show would be fun.

Imagine having Britian’s finest tv presenters acting as mediators between these two American politicians.

Women flirting with Donald Trump and picking up and diffusing his male advances. Hillary answering questions to the cast of Loose Women who the week before rubbed shoulders with Germany’s PM Angela Merkel and UK PM all gossiping about their male conquests.

The Two Ronnies outlined twenty years ago the future of politics. A future ruled by women in black rubber uniforms. The worm has definetely turned.

The thing I like about Loose Women is the way they turn the tables on male guests. Can you imagine Donald Trump and all his sons on the Mr World catwalk? Mr Bump, Mr Tickle and Mr Happy.

The series of debates on YouTube is entertaining. Every secret is being laid out, however I feel they need a stronger mediator. A referee would be good. A few referees with bells and whistles.

Soon we can expect a comeback of This is Your Life, but until then lets get them on Loose Women.

I think Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton should both get a room in the White House.

 

The Rooms. 1.0.

“Death for you, death for me, all I see is Ossified Debris!”

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“It’s trending Unc,” Piers is fiddling with a tar black strand of floppy fringe, squeezing and twirling it around chipped black nail polished fingertips, “we’re most probably gonna get a deal but…fuck it, Badger says we should just take the pub, Soundcloud three tunes then link it to Bandcamp and cut out the fucking middle-men. Like…” I do wish he’d refrain from addressing me as ‘Unc’.
“You know Unc, we’re doing a live P.A. at Dungeon 24-O on Weds. Midnight. You should rock up dude, be well sick.” Piers is the unhappy result of a fervid one-nighter in Lausanne involving my youngest Sis, Julia and some bearded Austrian ‘DJ’ by the name of ‘Tech-Konig-Banger’ or ‘TKB’ if you please. Julia singularly ignored my advice to get the growth Dyson’d out of her and took it to term and so Piers ‘TKB’ is now sitting opposite me in Nando’s fussing with his hair, Peri-Peri Wings untouched. “Gis ya phone.” I shake my head. “Come on!” I shake my head. It’s not that I’m precious about my mobile it’s just that the sooner we’re out of here the better for all and I do not want to give my spotty, lanky, nephew any more one-sided conversational ammo. “What? Think I’ll take the piss?” That’s exactly what I think. A not unattractive waitress walks past. “Bang-Tidy.” states Piers. I have to concur. Piers ceases his tacky tonsulary and leans forward. “I saw you checking her tits man.” He winks. If Nando’s will insist on employing aesthetically pleasing young women and ordering them to wear constrictive black T-Shirts, where exactly is one supposed to look?
“ ‘Ossified Debris’ by…Ossified Debris. I’m gonna buy Mummy an island. Jamaica. Not Jamaica, obvs, but a small island off the coast. She raised me on Bob.” God, he’s ugly. I never saw a pic of his biological, only going on the sketches and watercolours that Julia produced in-between getting fingered on the banks of Lake Leman and even then, lilies were being gilded, I shouldn’t wonder but God, he is ugly. “Check this shit.” Piers is groping in the muff-pouch of his three-sizes-too-big charcoal hoody. He produces a sheet of A3. “Properly Old-School. Ya get me?” He flings the sheet in front of my empty plate. I peer down. A group of Islamic State fighters are holding their Kalashnikovs sky-ward and yelling. It appears the image has been cut from a newspaper, badly. Some of the heads are missing; I doubt Piers would see the irony. “Look at the flags Unc.” The black Jihadist banners are still intact but the white centre circle has been replaced by a cruddily drawn monolith, more like a skittle if anything. The white Arabic script above has been replaced by the legend, in Gothic Type: ‘Ossified Debris’. “Fucking provocative shit, yeah?” Piers has started to twist and writhe his black fringe. “Awesome.” There are no details on the paper. I motion for a member of staff, preferably the waitress. “Know exactly what you’re thinking Unc but Badger’s got it sorted: No fucking details, offend the Muzzies, all goes off, goes fucking viral, bods all link it with the tag on twitter, Sex fucking Pistols Mark II but, obvs, well better.” I’m waving an arm like I’m on deck in a squall. The waitress is depositing a bowl of nachos to my far right. She spots me.
“Emily Maitlis.” I stop waving and turn.”You’re feeling her Unc.” Many times you ugly, lanky, spotty twerp. Many times. Often in a horse-drawn in Montmartre. “This is totally on Newsnight dude which means Emily Maitlis on me, live, which means well on you, ‘cos you’ll have to drive me to the studio. I get to number 1, not that I give a shit, yeah, you get to spank Maitlis. Bang-Tidy.”
The waitress is fast approaching as is the image of Emily; a four-poster; a set of cuffs; black seamed stockings; velvet corset, knee-high black spike heeled boots. “Dead in the gutter like Capitalism…Facebook Faceache a Global Schism. Devil’s Jism!” The waitress reaches us.
“Death for you, death for me, all I see is Ossified Debris!” God he’s ugly. “Check that dope shit baitch!” The waitress ignores Piers. I put it on the plastic. Outside the wind is snapping. I turn the collar of my jacket up. On the walk to the car Piers is describing in elaborate detail what he’d do to Paris Hilton; “She’s a Milf but still fit-as.” Somewhere in a piss-soaked Viennese alley, some itching crack-bag is templating my nephew’s future. I’m happy when we pull away.

Calm Before The Storm – Nice/Turkey Shock

Nice was a terrible incident. The world is shocked at the behaviour of this individual on the French South coast, a 31 year old man from Tunisia running people over, shooting people and having grenades. Today in the news we see Istanbul Turkey having complications there too.

The situation was eventually contained by the Nice police. Children from all over the world killed, the parents and other innocent bystanders.

The world reactions from worldwide leaders has created more analysis on the subject.

People react to difficult situations like we see happening consistently these past 18 months in France.

Terrorism is a difficult subject to predict and even harder to deal with.

The man was executed to contain the situation, which makes it even harder to find out who the culprits are financing the terrorism.

I Turkey 89 people or more have been killed.

The army has challenged to Turkish government and maybe classed as a coup.

Many people from Turkey around the world are worried that Turkish authoritarian PM may have been involved in skull duggery.

Turkey has a 9% unemployment rate and received less aid from outside countries in the past ten years due to its rising economy.

Ten years ago at an EU summit urban country Turkey was said to be a secret ally in creating peace around the world due to there long experience in mixed faiths or religious people living together.

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This model has successfully helped shaped the world we live in today.

People have learned to take an interest in one another. But there are still those out set with hearts set on divide to conquer.

2 million people immigrated there last year. One year is not enough time to cipher how well this integration is going.

In all instances the death rate has fallen birth rates have dropped and more importantly homicide rates have been reduced.

The country is lucky to have 19 pupils per teacher.

The Turkish PM blamed an academic sufi imam Muslim who was expelled from the country to America for the July 2016 Tunisian/Istanbul troubles.

The man he suspects is an Islamic mystic believed to live in Pocono mountains of Pennsylvania.

A difficult assumption by all measures but due to the shock of the incident this sort of finger pointing so early on is understandable.

I am sure the state in America will help Istanbul get to the bottom of these allegations.

Also even though I have I think it is wrong to sandwich two tragedies together because it will not help to find the truth about the origins of the terrorism.

Equally I think we should be critical of any terrorist groups that claim responsibilities for these crimes because this is what they want, people living in fear accusing neighbours of crimes they are not responsible for and increasing the hate crimes around the world.

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