miserablist, misanthrope, pessimist, fat are all words that could be used to describe me.
i am a glass is empty and cracked kinda guy.
it is that spirit i present a new month of celebrations in the vein of black history and democracy week but aimed at the small level irks that annoy and irritate, slowly building up taking us to a point where we are just a hair's breadth away from becoming an infamous serial killer.
get in on the ground floor now so that when this annual event becomes global you can say i was there at the start.
modern life is full of low level irks, annoyances and petty hates. some of these are caused by people, sad to say i have (and i am sure you have) been guilty of some of them. some are created by the corporations and institutions that fame our lives.
they are the greivances that turn a bad day into glimpse of hell.
just the simple act of living is filled with minor bellyaches and trivial tribulations.
these blog posts are an attempt to celebrate these injustices and how we, mostly, continue to prevail in the face of such pains in the necks.
there is no particular order to the listing, as depending on the context what can irritate the tits off me one day is nothing compared to outrages caused by something else on another day.
so where to begin my list of petty hates?
london.
no, no, no i haven't fallen out of love with london, i am not tired of london. i still love london, i still think it is the greatest place on earth.
but london is changing and not for the best.
who do i blame?
landlords and estate agents.
thanks to estate agents there has been a move to rebrand parts of london. a misguided and stupid attempt to turn sections of the city into hip, happening, cutting edgy places that appeal to those who believe they are trendy.
oh look there is st. giles and holborn now being touted as midtown, because we've always thought of it like that. or marylebone and fitzrovia seeing part of it becoming noho. while strictly true that the area is north of soho it is also several thousand miles east of new york. or my favourite (though i am not sure if it is still in use) is the attempt to turn southwark into south central, because nothing says cosy and welcoming as south central.
fuck history and tradition let's turn everything into a cheap american knock off.
meanwhile landlords such as the duke of westminister and the paul raymond estate (neither short of a bob or two) hike up rents and turn london into one big collection of franchises, mostly selling coffee.
i like coffee and would happily spend my life posing with a copy of moby dick while pretending to write a screenplay, but surely there are more than enough of them? the road i am on has 4 chain coffee shops, two independents and at least another 6 places to eat.
while landlords get richer by doing very little london loses a bit more of its charm, its individuality.
estate agents and landlords i do not like you, like you i do not.
i am a glass is empty and cracked kinda guy.
it is that spirit i present a new month of celebrations in the vein of black history and democracy week but aimed at the small level irks that annoy and irritate, slowly building up taking us to a point where we are just a hair's breadth away from becoming an infamous serial killer.
get in on the ground floor now so that when this annual event becomes global you can say i was there at the start.
modern life is full of low level irks, annoyances and petty hates. some of these are caused by people, sad to say i have (and i am sure you have) been guilty of some of them. some are created by the corporations and institutions that fame our lives.
they are the greivances that turn a bad day into glimpse of hell.
just the simple act of living is filled with minor bellyaches and trivial tribulations.
these blog posts are an attempt to celebrate these injustices and how we, mostly, continue to prevail in the face of such pains in the necks.
there is no particular order to the listing, as depending on the context what can irritate the tits off me one day is nothing compared to outrages caused by something else on another day.
so where to begin my list of petty hates?
london.
no, no, no i haven't fallen out of love with london, i am not tired of london. i still love london, i still think it is the greatest place on earth.
but london is changing and not for the best.
who do i blame?
landlords and estate agents.
thanks to estate agents there has been a move to rebrand parts of london. a misguided and stupid attempt to turn sections of the city into hip, happening, cutting edgy places that appeal to those who believe they are trendy.
oh look there is st. giles and holborn now being touted as midtown, because we've always thought of it like that. or marylebone and fitzrovia seeing part of it becoming noho. while strictly true that the area is north of soho it is also several thousand miles east of new york. or my favourite (though i am not sure if it is still in use) is the attempt to turn southwark into south central, because nothing says cosy and welcoming as south central.
fuck history and tradition let's turn everything into a cheap american knock off.
meanwhile landlords such as the duke of westminister and the paul raymond estate (neither short of a bob or two) hike up rents and turn london into one big collection of franchises, mostly selling coffee.
i like coffee and would happily spend my life posing with a copy of moby dick while pretending to write a screenplay, but surely there are more than enough of them? the road i am on has 4 chain coffee shops, two independents and at least another 6 places to eat.
while landlords get richer by doing very little london loses a bit more of its charm, its individuality.
estate agents and landlords i do not like you, like you i do not.
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