Eddie Izzard gets me through

So here's a photo of my amazing sister (left) and me wearing the EDS shirt after the Hull 10k (I managed to borrow a USB cable from one of the 2nd year boys. A mega day I won't forget in a hurry.
Frankie Boyle just said something funny on Mock The Week: "Do you mind if I leave early? I have to pick up the kids...before their parents arrive". Haha - classic. I have been craving comedy this week, watching Eddie Izzard DVDs to amuse me on an evening.
It's been a funny start to the week (and not ha-ha funny, apart from where I injected it with comedy) with crappy lessons and the inevitable dread of the sheer volume of work we have to complete within a week and a half, it's been a bit of a downer. I can't really even look forward to going back to Bristol yet because I have a mega long drive ahead of me. It won't be until I am driving past Cheltenham that I will start to get excited.
Even worse, our Project Manager (aged 18) was dumped by his girlfriend and has been mentally elsewhere for ages now, deciding getting hammered before working together was a good idea (annoying). He keeps saying he wanted kids with her and marriage more than anything and I said "you're only 18!" and he was resolute so I said "it's a lesson in life then - be more independent, you're not going to be with someone from day 1 to the end of your life" - so Jammy slated me for being negative. I didn't think that was negative, my mum taught me that (admittedly it sounded a little bleak to me too at first); with a little thought, I think it is a massively important piece of advice. You should be independent - doesn't mean you can't love the people with you when they are and appreciate every minute, it just means when they're gone you're not left completely lost. Maybe I go too far the other way, and am fiercely independent (the poor bf) but I think if you invest 100% in someone you can still be independent and realistic. I don't think that these are mutually exclusive.
Anyway, Day 28 of the No Sugar Challenge (2 days left) - I still can't decide if I am going to gorge on maltesers or just keep going and see how long I can go.
Day 18 of the countdown (can't really enjoy this now we have so much work)

I made a promise today, my friend Sammy is applying to do the law conversion in Bristol and I said I'd move in with her if she's accepted. Fingers crossed I actually earn enough...

Hull 10k for EDS Support Group

Hello Guys, I've not blogged recently because I've had nothing interesting to tell you about but now I do! Today was the Hull 10k and I had yet another brilliant weekend in Hull - I turned up at my dad's work, having not seen him for 5 years and we had the best couple of days. I also saw friends and my hero and sister Emma but the absolute best bit was finishing the Hull 10k and a couple of my friends being there and most importantly Emma there to see and celebrate :o) It was so hard for her to get there and I know she'll be suffering tonight and undoubtedly tomorrow for it but she was there and it made all the agonising, sweaty, heat-stroke ridden sleep-deprived (3 1/2 hours...that'll teach me to hang out with friends before an event) steps around Hull totally worth it. I even got a bit choked up before I started, and every time I was dying to walk I'd think of Emma and the few times I did walk I silently apologised to her in my head - in the end I came 1981 of 5000, which is fairly respectable considering it was a heat wave and I started right at the back :o) I'll know next time to wriggle right to the front. What a day. I still can't get my photos on here until next weekend when I finally mission back South to see the bf, but I'll definitely get them on then (something to look forward to).
In other news, still holding out on the No Sugar Challenge - Day 26 now and it's a bit irritating when you're starving hungry, sugar is just what you crave.
My other day counter is the one counting down to going home from L'town - Day 20 today if you're following :o) No time at all :o)
The photo on this post I took this afternoon of the Humber Bridge: this bridge makes me squeal because it's the first real big sight of Hull, but there's so much more to this structure. When it was built, in 1981 (that's right, same number as what I came in the race), it was the world's longest suspension bridge - and remained so for 17 years. It has anchors weighing almost half a million tonnes and the cable is 30,000 miles long (which, to put that into context for you, could almost wrap around the world twice). The cabling is being replaced currently, by a local company from Barton-on-Humber (you can see the little units on the cable). I've walked halfway over the Humber Bridge (it's a mile and a quarter long) and that thing MOVES, so I can't imagine working on the cables! Those guys are heroes.
Over and Out!

Day 20 and Day 26

(Me and C in the K this weekend)

So I have two counters going at the moment: the No Sugar Challenge counting up (Day 20 of 30 today and the maltesers are in sight) and Day 26 of 30 counting down to finishing the first year of college (a delectable if minscule raise is in sight).
The No Sugar challenge was really difficult at the Aquarium, there were loads of sweets around and it was one of those special occasions where normally you'd be allowed a treat. Then yesterday, mooching around not doing much was another time you fancy a nibble of something just for the taste - but I got through the weekend, eating fruit when I really needed it. My bf sent me a link to an article online about how our sweet tooth is to encourage us to eat fruit for the Vitamin C - it was interesting, I have Vit C tablets and I wonder if this is why I haven't struggled as much as I thought I might.
The countdown to finishing college isn't going badly at all apart from that I am very conscious that I've not really done much work and my team doesn't seem to be doing very well. Each block we have a different team leader and this one I thought would naturally be very good as he commands a lot of respect but he doesn't seem to have taken the role on at all. Perhaps I should pick myself up and get on with study and stop being so lazy!
I think tonight I will make a workout for the boys (all those times seeing me all sweaty and knackered has guilted them) and then go for a run, before my online date with the bf to watch The Mentalist :o) - since we live apart for the next 26 days, we meet for little online dates to watch programmes we watch together, together, cute eh?

what are you waiting for, a certain shade of green?

My first weekend in L'town and I had fun (I am considering the weekend over already as today is a write-off, with only studying and taxi'ing the boys to Asda on the cards). Yesterday me and C had a really fun day: we went to the Aquarium and saw the divers feeding the fish in the shark tank and took lots of photos (none of which I can show you as I don't have a USB cable for the digital camera with me). On the night we went to the K and even though none of C's friends were about to come with us we still had a really fun night :o) C is my friend I met back home about 7 years ago when he was there for uni, we knew each other from rock nights and rather fortunately we kept in touch so when I started coming to his hometown for college he rather cooly took on the task of showing me the city and meeting me for weekends :) I love old friends.
It was a good night, a couple of very attractive boys (children) tried staring at me obviously for ages which made me laugh and pray they didn't come and try to chat me up and force me to tell them I'm 10 years older than them haha. One guy scooped me up around my waist and told me I was the most beautiful girl and then said have a good night and disappeared as quickly as he appeared, leaving me shouting thanks at his back - I love that spirit in rock clubs; the people are the best. We also saw a chicken fillet on the floor and C said somewhere in here there's a very drunk girl with a very wonky chest haha, oh dear.
Now I need to crack on with work and make sure I don't waste today as I've another full week and then off to Hull for a visit and the Hull 10k - exciting weekend ahead!

Flamin' Tea Towels, Spank!

So the other day I was cooking my dinner (which involved warming up an amazing sausage and lentil meal the bf's mum made me and boiling sweet potato to make mash); I had just finished on the hob and was mishing up the sp with a fork and I thought I could smell something burning and I turn around to see a tea towel someone had hung off the extractor fan had fallen onto the hob (which was off, but boiling hot) and was smouldering with serious smoke pluming off it. I grabbed it quickly and my first sensible instinct, to plunge it into the manky dish water, was overriden by my second, irrational instinct which said to get it to the window as the smoke was really noxious. So i flailed past my bewildered housemates and half hung it out the window. For a couple of silent moments we all stared at the towel as the additional oxygen fed the embers and caused flames to lick up. Suddenly J started forward and flipped the whole tea towel out the window: we all became hysterical. It was now a sun for the tiny animals living in the grass, flames licking in the wind and even more awful smelly smoke. We enjoyed the hysteria after a near-miss of a flame-grilled death, until we clocked the security man coming over, when we promptly legged it to our prospective rooms.
That was yesterday, I offered to replace Spank's tea towel but he said it was OK. Today G somehow locked himself out of his room and after 20 minutes of a maintenance man trying to get into Gary's room, jiggling the lock, he admitted defeat and the human tank that is Spank was brought in to kick the door down. G has had to move his stuff into Spank's room over the weekend whilst Spank's at home.
It's all excitement and drama here at AP. I am in good spirits as H, our teacher, rather generously let us all leave at half 1 today (friday) rather than at 5pm so it meant everyone could leave early and I could do a workout - I missed yesterday's because I was up until 2am doing a maths homework test thing. You wouldn't know I was 26 would you? I'm living an 18 year old life (going out tomorrow night in beachwear fancy dress to a rock night, as you do. No pole dancing this time though but I can't promise not to try the surf machine). I can't prove it, but I'm really not having a mid-twenties crisis, this is just where my life has took me, although I have to say, I am enjoying it. I went to see Robin Hood with D, G, Dolph, Spank and T in the week and I wore shorts and a hoodie with my little shoulder pouch bag thing and the boys said I was turning heads everywhere and 2 cars nearly crashed - it was so funny, I never saw anything (maybe they were having me on) but as my 17 year old friend G said, whilst you've got it (thanks, G: I think you mean if you've got it).
In training for the Hull 10k I went for a 9pm run after cinema (before dinner too...don't ever take me as the way to do it) for a quick 4 miler and man it felt so good. I plan to run again this weekend hopefully around 6 or 7 miles then another mid-week short run then it'll be the big event!
Speaking of EDS, I woke up this week and hobbled awkwardly into the shower (no time is wasted in a morning for me - it's upright and showering within a minute). By the time I was walking to college my hip was achey like a bruise: this isn't especially unusual until I realised this is unusual - just not to me. It's not normal to pop a joint out and have half a day (I'm intensely lucky it's not that bad for me) being a bit bruised and uncomfortable. Actually that's not entirely truthful, it's sore today. Anyway, yeh. Smacked in the face with reality a little bit but apparently I am super lucky I have a strong core which makes it not so bad for me (at least I choose to believe I have some control) and to that end, I have just received my door frame pull up bar for my workouts! It's brilliant :o)
Tonight I am going to do some project work and get an early one because tomorrow is my day of C-adventures :o)

scouseland

Sorry it has been a few days since I wrote a blog, I've not had a great deal to write about. Today I just wanted to tell you about the past few days and update you on my sugar challenge.
I am in the north for 5 weeks for a college block my work send me on so it's pretty dull here (unless you want to know what it's like living with teenage boys - trust me on this, you don't) but when I see my scousefriend Chris this weekend I'll hopefully have much more exciting adventures to tell you about. We might be going to The Krazyhouse this weekend for a Beach themed party (why didn't I pack my bikini when going up north in May? Clearly it would be needed...) and maybe the aquarium during the day since I have the car with me too :o)
On the 28th April I started a No Sugar Challenge (inspired by Zuzana on bodyrock.tv) and now I am on Day 15 of 30 and I feel fine. To be honest, I think if I get to 30 days, I am going to try to keep going and see how long I can last. I am really quite surprised by my own willpower, I would've thought it would be much harder.
Oooh! I just saw the new Gorillaz song and the video has Bruce Willis in: is it just me or does he not just get more attractive as he gets older? I am looking forward to Die Hard 5 :o)

my bum has never felt so big

So I am back in the 'pool. The photo today is from my adventures here last block (hopefully this time will be less eventful!) The drive wasn't too bad; the traffic was pretty slow a couple of times and the head cold made it a bit of a slog but a man in a Megane made it fun because we were chasing each other around the traffic.
I just thought I'd tell you a funny thing I did: at my sister's house yesterday I went to the loo and I didn't realise they had one of those seats for the little baby girls and I didn't lift it up so I ended up sat on a baby toilet seat. My bum has never felt so big.

Day 11 and the snot has cometh

Well today was always going to be tiring but I woke up today with a sore throat and by the afternoon I had a full-blown head cold. The big shop in tescos hurt more than my bank balance (although I do enjoy getting food - I horde food like a squirrel, the bf always makes fun of me for it)and then it was a drive across to attend a wild party (my nieces' 4th birthday). I was barely awake driving there and cut a deal with the bf: he'd drive home if he could listen to the twenty20 cricket.
I'll tell you what, I had been finding this no-sugar challenge too easy until today; never go to a birthday party shunning sugar - it's worse than chinese water torture. The heavy head didn't improve matters either, I fully felt sorry for myself and couldn't ease the pain with a cupcake. I always eat junk when I'm ill; it's how I get better and this is the third time in so many days I've needed self-pity-sugar (as I'm coming to think of it) and haven't caved. The real test starts tomorrow when I will arrive in another city for college and have to stay 5 weeks with a little convenient shop filled to the roof with handy little treats about 30 seconds from the privacy of my bedroom - ideal for hidden munchings guilt-free. GAH! It's going to be hell.
I have tried to prepare: I've got rice cakes (polystyrene), fruit, lots of books to read. I am taking a TV, despite my resolution returning home after the last stint swearing blind I won't bother taking one again (3 floors up with a TV is not easy to move on your own).
I think it's time for bed. I am trying very hard not to think about missing the bf: you haven't seen him yet so I've attached this photo of him emerging, bond-like, from the sea in the South of France last summer...who needs sugar?

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's Relativity.

That title is a quote from a great man, Albert Einstein and that photo is a picture of another great (perhaps in a different sense) man called Joe: both of them describing relativity :o)

Evening! I had a weird day today. I had to tie up a lot of loose ends before I pack up this weekend and move north for 5 weeks for the final block of college. Work was quiet and when I got home I had a swollen tummy and, looking in the mirror, I consciously relaxed my tummy muscles and I swear it looked like I was pregnant. I did that classic pose with the hands stroking the tummy and it felt eerily real; for a couple of seconds I knew what it'd feel like. Very surreal! These are the bizarre kinds of daydreams I have when I've not had enough mental stimulation for the day - good job the bf wasn't home to see me doing that, he would've thought I actually was (or worse, told our friends and made fun of me). Fear not though, another workout tonight and my tummy has flattened out again: no mini-me danger here!

Casual day at work tomorrow...I suspect I'll end up in my scruffy jeans with the hole in the knee despite the email banning holey jeans, shorts and (weirdly) string vests. Then tomorrow night the bf is taking me for a meal in my new super nice dress (makes me feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman) so I am looking forward to being treated :o)

On a final slightly sad note, I noticed I lost a follower (you notice these things when you only have 4 or 5 and one of them is yourself which you did by accident and don't know how to delete it) - I hope it wasn't something I said :o\

tattoo your name across my heart

I have had the most amazing day :) (photo from another amazing day last year walking RSPCA dogs). I haven't mentioned (I don't think) but I am running the Hull 10k for EDS Support Group on May 23rd and I took my sponsorship form to work today. I was really embarrassed about asking people and I didn't want them to feel they had to sponsor me but Dan, my mentor, said to bring it to him first and he'd put a big amount down and everyone else would follow. He was right! Everyone sponsored me - the biggest being £20 and that wasn't even Dan's! There was hardly anyone in the office and I've already raised £163.20 :o) My family have sponsorship forms too and they're going to collect some in their prospective cities too so I am hoping in a couple of weeks I'll have a fair whack :o) I am really excited to get my EDS support group T-shirt too :o) I am going to wear it on every run I go on, every mile I ever tread...unless it's sweaty from the last workout, obviously.

So tonight I needed to pop to Tesco for bread; I've never mentioned before but I am a bit special (haha, no seriously) and am intolerant to several foods which are fairly central to the western world's diet: wheat, corn, oats, yeast, diary, chocolate, sugar. I have to get special bread (rye or spelt - it has some wheat and yeast but I only need to avoid it not completely cut it out if I can't) and I asked the bakery woman because there wasn't any of the usual bread I got. She was totally brilliant and took me to the selection of Polish breads which have less wheat, asking if I was allergic or if it was intolerance and she told me the aisle the totally wheat free stuff was (which I already knew, but she was so thorough!)She must've spent at least 5 minutes with me. Honestly, I was unbelievably knocked off my feet; it's just not what you expect from Tesco. I said "thank you so much, I really appreciate your help" and I hope she took that genuinely because I am still delighted :o) I'm trying the Polish bread, btw.

So, bouyed on by this fulfilling and Disney-style day I've had, I feel more ready to tell you what has been on my mind recently: I have a few things wrong with me (who hasn't?) such as being partially deaf and food intolerances, but recently I was diagnosed with something new (well, new to me). I've hesitated to mention it because I've not really told anyone in my day-to-day life, but it probably won't come as much of a shock from my blogs: I've Type 3 EDS. It's mild, but a very close relative I love to bits has a severe form and it's all been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster. I tend to be ashamed of things like this, embarrassed at the focus. I don't like people to look at me and see me a certain way. I hate to show weakness or, dare I say it, imperfectness (I think I just created a word). With EDS I feel a bit of a fraud because I have it in a mild form and so just don't suffer like my relative does, but on the upside it means I can do things like the Hull 10k. In keeping with this amazing day, I told my relative how I felt and they wrote this response to me which blew me away a little bit (I should've put a warning on how bluebirds and singing this was going to be):
"Well, Severety (sp?) isnt the issue, it's a thing that definately affects your life, you have to be super careful not to hurt yourself, you have to be informed without panicing yourself about the what if's, you have a close family member who is very sick with the same illness which is upsetting and scary at the same time... anyone with their head on straight can see that's a burden to bear and I'm super proud of you that you are channeling your feelings about it all into such a possitive and constructive path. I was honestly in abit of a panic when you got diagnosed as I already knew it was true but I was scared of how you would react.. and I appologise for that cos you're doing everyone proud :D And you can quote me on that on your blog (if you can stomach my poor grammar and spelling dirtying it up lol) Love you Little 'Un xx"
And on that note, I'm having a night off from exercise and spending some extra time with the bf :o) x

sugar day 8 and begging for money

The photo today is from our trip to Exmoor earlier this year :o)
Today was hard at work, after the long bank holiday weekend, trying to resist the sweets and biscuits at the front desk and ignoring the sandwich man at half 10. The banana and apple snacks either side of lunch just don't seem like enough when you're missing the instant energy high of sugar but I managed another day.
I have decided to sign up for the Hull 10k to run for the EDS charity EDS support and I emailed everyone in the office at work for sponsorship; if I'm honest I'm really nervous noone will sponsor me and everyone will hate me for even asking. I'm so apologetic about it I should be more fund-raisery. I'll force it on more people tomorrow.
Tonight I took the dogs on a 2.5 mile jog (it's just not a run when you have to stop repeatedly for the mutts) to Hannah's for a workout and dinner. The workout was happily short but agonisingly achey. Dinner was yummy :o) I think Han really enjoyed having Jessie the sleepy dog to cuddle and I definitely liked having Moey on my chest snuggled down all warm. I really enjoyed it but now I better scoot to bed.
There's something I really want to talk to you about, but I can't seem to make myself just yet.
Ellie x

exhaustion with no added sugar

So I am wrapped up in my ultra-furry blanket again. After I wrote my blog last night I climbed three flights of stairs almost on all fours, scrambled into bed, ate dinner on a tray in bed and then collapsed down and passed out at half 8 at night. I must've been totally exhausted and to be honest, I still am. Today I felt really tired and weak so I tested myself with a dog walk and felt strong so I did a workout. I can barely lift my arms now. We're going to make dinner and then put my pajamas on and mooch for the rest of the evening :o) In a nutshell, today has been the absolutely worst day for the sugar ban: when I am feeling ill I always eat absolute junk. My alternative was a super-thick smoothie the lovely bf made me :o)
PS photo of me working at the lake at the horse trials yesterday, badminton house in the background :o)

"Yup. I've no Thorasic Flexibility"

That title is a quote by my bf just now - it just amused me so I used it. The last blog's title is a quote from just about everyone from the XC "this course asks a lot of questions" "this part of the course asks a lot of hard questions" "and how was your ride around?" "well, there were a lot of questions, fast"

The dressage on Saturday was truly spectacular; held in the main arena with everyone viewing in the grandstands...apart from me, obviously, I was in the arena in the media circle. This meant views like the above picture. And when it came to the lunch break, when all the fat-cat photographers bundled off towards their 3 course dinner (I heard all about it on their return) I stuck it out for the highlight of the day for me (and for everyone else judging by the grandstands being utterly packed): Carl Hester's dressage display. If you're not from the UK and not from the horsey set, you've no idea how exciting that is, but to put it in perspective - 21 years ago when I was a saucer-eyed 5 year old I had posters on my wall of Carl Hester (as well as a fair few other riders at badminton this year). I ended up being the only person in the arena with Mr. Hester (his two horses, and a rider he brought with him to demonstrate dressage skill which, quite frankly, blew the competitive horses out of the water). It really was excellent and, as last year, he had everyone laughing. For me, I couldn't help nursing a smug warmth that about 2000 women were all secretly wishing they were stood where I was. (sympathy zero: in your face)
Another excellent Badminton. I can't believe I used to watch this event religiously on TV for 20 years and now I've been able to go twice on a media pass, being in the thick of the action. A very special thanks has to go to big-G, who just makes this all so effortless.

"a lot of questions, fast"

I survived Badminton cross country 2010 (they should sell t-shirts with that on) and am now home, wrapped in the biggest, warmest furry blanket you've ever seen. I'm snuffling and curled around a box of tissues after coming home with a cold after (I suspect it was her) a young clueless child of a girl coughed in my face yesterday at the dressage; it makes me feel so old to say it - but I despair about youngsters today: they are so utterly and completely clueless. If only I had realised as a frustrated teen that the reason I was treated like a stupid child is because I was one.
So the cross country, on the Sunday for the first time in Badminton's history, was a wet, cold and windy day - miserable! I knew it'd be just so when I woke up at 6.10am this morning for a painfully early shower and saw mother nature was already having one. Cars were already wheel-spinning as we pulled into the media car park (next to the fully heated media centre with alcohol, food, hot drinks and screens following events on tap for free...it's a wonder any photographers even bother going out onto the course, but then they do have special media cars to drop them off. I refused the kind offer; I felt I should slum it with the average joe rich kids). So the day kicked off with the shetland grand national: my personal highlight was one pony unseating his rider by rearing up as they set off. Shetlands are like the clowns of the horse world: laurel and hardy comedy with a certain not-so-funny side to them.
And then there was a presentation by the world horse welfare (WHW), formerly the ILPH (International League for the Protection of Horses) - When I entered their expensive raffle to win a new mitsubishi, I asked the volunteer lady why they changed their name and she responded "because ILPH didn't really say who we are" -baffling, because it did, but I won't argue because they don't sound like the johovah's witnesses of the equine charity circuit anymore, which can only be a good thing. The presentation made me cry, by the way; I am always on the cusp of emotional tears at Badminton and sob stories about ponies with horrific eye injuries is bound to tip me over the edge.
Then the XC kicked off and we decided to walk the course backwards, so the horses would be coming towards us (otherwise you get the unsettling sensation that they're going to run you down, a bit like if you walk on a road in the direction of the traffic). Out of the first 6 horses, only 1 finished. We stuck around for 1 or 2 horses per jump (apart from at the lake, when Thom went in search of toilets - I'd been able to use the fence judge's personal loo. You have to love priveleges when you're in a boggy field with about 600 people queing for 6 portaloos and you can stroll up to one behind a thin white rope). Whilst Thom qued with the masses, I chatted to the photographers I kept bumping in to - both lovely guys who were really genuine and friendly (one from the chronical in Bath) and their friend who really generously gave me a hand warmer after taking pity on me. Apparently I looked as cold as I was. The weather was, after relenting for a while, starting to look a bit on the threatening side again so I waited for Zara Phillips (Royalty, if you've been living under a rock for the past 20 years) to jump and then decided that was enough for me. I did want to see her clear through the water though, after she pulled up right beforehand last year I was really rooting for her (not as much as I am rooting for Mary King and William Fox Pitt, though - me and the bf entered a free media competition to guess the winner COME ON MACCHIATO!)
So now I am home, cold and barely awake but I couldn't wait to upload the photos and share my day with you. I just realised I didn't share my dressage story with you either so I shall pick a great photo to go with it and write a (much shorter!) blog about yesterday... x

Politics... does what it says on the tin

I've started this morning's blog with a photo I took from last year's Badminton Horse Trials to get you (and me) in the mood for this year's event, but what I really want to talk about is politics.
Heavy topic for a Saturday morning - which was my bf's thoughts when I bundled into bed with him this morning to tell him all about it.
The other night we were watching the final of three televised debates in the UK between the three leaders of our biggest political parties: labour (currently in power), conservatives and the lib dems (who've not had a shot in years). The topic moved on to immigration and the conservatives talked about their manifesto and how they planned to cap immigration into this country - the other two said he couldn't promise this, and that it was misleading (which is true, only 20% of immigrants to the UK come from outside the EU so 80% would be unaffected by the cap) and in response david cameron (conservative idiot) said to control the rest he'd introduce EU filtering to control EU resident immigration - this wasn't challenged by either of the other two and this surprised and annoyed me: this wasn't a promise he could honour; the free movement of workers within the EU is a key fundamental characteristic of the EU and is completely necessary for the whole concept to work and idiot cameron was promising that even if it were possible, which it is not, that the UK could make that decision - it can't! We don't even have 2 votes in the EU anymore, we've one - like everyone else. The EU was started a long time ago as the EEC, the purpose being to share steel and coal markets because if you want war you need coal and steel so if everyone shares the same sources no-one can prepare for war without anyone else knowing. And for idiot cameron to affirm the population's fears about immigration, re-enforcing this apparent feeling that people are unwelcome here unless they're british, he is creating an opinion in people's minds that this is right. It's not right! It's completely flying in the face of what the EU stands for and the whole ideology: to prevent war and in group/out group mentalities. Idiot cameron wasn't offering the people what they want, he was feeding their fear, and as a extremely wise little green man once said: fear leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering.
If you're not from the UK, you won't be familiar with the requirement that if you mention one party you have to mention there are other parties too - to avoid (ironically) showing a preference for one, so in that spirit: there are other idiots, idiot brown and idiot clegg and a whole host of other idiots. I voted for idiot clegg, because I actually suspect he's the least idiotic of them all.

All of this came to me because yesterday I stopped my car to let a lady cross who was from another race and religion and she turned to me and did the biggest, warmest smile and thank you and it made me so ecstatic, and I thought how nice it was and how others from her background are normally so unfriendly and rude; and it hit me, maybe they're not rude - maybe they feel hostility towards them because people fear them. Everyone is just afraid. And to me, this is a very tentative position to be in.