We are coming up to week 4 of being quarantined in our own homes. Some people have started to lose the plot completely while others are quite happy to stay at home and find stuff to do. I'm a doer and can always find something to occupy myself, whether it be renovating my tatty garden furniture, cleaning, gardening, reading, trying to teach my dog to talk, you name it and i've done it. Everything that is apart from actual work. You see, i work from home anyway so i am the queen of procrastinating. My work mantra is 'the closer the deadline the cleaner the house'. The only difference now is my teenagers and my hubby are on lockdown with me. They don't consider my work WORK in the true sense. They seem to think they are staying at an all inclusive resort. My kids have started sleeping most of the day and becoming fridge raiders of the lost park by night. I get up on a morning and my kitchen resembles a crime scene-if that crime scene were one where every pan, plate and cup has been used and the fridge is now devoid of an entire month's supply of cheese and mini pepperamis. Occasionally they'll wander downstairs in the daylight blinking like pit ponies claiming they're hungry and asking what day it is. My hubby has binge watched every box set going and i'm sure his back skin has fused to the leather sofa. He has literally become part of the furniture. I've covered him in scatter cushions and next week i'm reupholstering him. He's currently half way through the Homeland series and it's on TV that often that i think i'm in it. I have pretty much become his carer.
There seems to be a lot of folk claiming to be 'key workers' A term that will come back to haunt us for years to come. Sure there's people out there doing their job and keeping the rest of the country ticking over for now but let me tell you, dear reader, i am a keyworker in my own home. I go out and forage for food (i mean shopping obviously), i walk the dogs, i clean, i do the washing, i home school, i feed my family AND i work from home. Does anyone stand at their gate and clap for me? No they fucking do not! Do i ask for plaudits or to not have to queue at the supermarket? Yes i fucking do! Do i get the latter? Of course i don't because it's what i signed up to do. I'm just working under slightly different conditions and i get on with it . I tried to protest by growing my leg hair but alas nobody has noticed my plight. Half man half sofa is busy watching 19 hours of TV a day when he's not out protecting the bell end sector of society from themselves (he's in the British army so the term 'frontline workers' has gone down a treat with him-NOT) and the vampire twins are too busy morphing into fridge snipers. I may grow a beard-that'll learn them!
Even though most of us are trying to maintain some sort of normality during this pandemic meal times seem to have gone out of the window. More often than not we are grazing throughout the day and having our tea/dinner/supper at 9pm. We are throwing random ingredients together like artichokes, prawn cocktail crisps, a full jar of lemon curd, a tube of canesten cream and making a stew which tastes disgusting but stops your fanny from itching. Beer bread is great if you can get hold of a bit of flour but can't find yeast or bicarbonate of soda. Plain or strong white is what you need. Mix around 10 ounces with half a can of a stout like guinness and throw in whatever you like. Chorizo, peppers and mushrooms are good but you can use anything. Mix it all up in a bowl, let it prove for an hour, grease a loaf tin and then bake for around 45 minutes at gas 5. Voila! Beer bread. Perfect still warm from the oven with a bit of cheese and a glass of wine. My sister gave me an excellent tip on how to make an open pie crust out of cous cous if you don't have any flour. I don't think anyone is panic buying cous cous yet because nobody really knows what it is. You make it as normal then let it thicken slightly. You then squash it into a pie tin and bake it in the oven the same as you would a pastry. Genius!
Another thing that seems to be hard to get hold of is cleaning products. I have a theory about this. Humour me, if you will. When the lock down was announced one of the rules was nobody visiting your home-even other family members-and the only people allowed in your house are people you are incarcerated with ( i mean live with). Therefore all of the posh folk who had a cleaner now have to do their own cleaning. Imagine the horror! Panic ensued and they all drove to the supermarkets in their Range Rovers and bought all of the cleaning products. They don't know what to do with them but they had to buy them all. They're probably bleaching their bichon frises right now and polishing their grass.
Because hairdressers have all closed the general population seem to be cultivating some amazing hair styles the likes of which haven't been seen since the 1970's. There are young lads shaving their heads everywhere. Christ knows why. They're totally missing a trick there. They should grow it instead so when they return to college or school they could form a metal band called 'fanny magnet' or 'Liquid shit and the purple pussys' or something. The women that claim to be natural blondes have roots longer than a dandelion and the bouffants round our way are getting so ridiculous that our bin men look like Ian Beale when he went missing.
In conclusion, we are all in the same boat so keep your powder dry. Nobody is better than you and you are not better than anyone else (apart from those twats who are still flouting the social distancing rules-these people should be made to clean the covid wards to see what their selfish actions are causing) Rock your mad hair do's, eat random meals at whatever time you like and wine o'clock is now officially 3pm.
Wednesday, 15 April 2020
Thursday, 2 April 2020
The observationist: Isolation part 1
The observationist: Isolation part 1: Isolation is a state of mind which has been forced upon us because of a horrible world wide pandemic. A killer virus that isn't picky ab...
Isolation part 1
Isolation is a state of mind which has been forced upon us because of a horrible world wide pandemic. A killer virus that isn't picky about who it takes. We know the risks we face by going out shopping or taking exercise and coming into contact with other humans. We have become our own worst enemy. Conspiracy theorists may claim biological warfare but as the virus is infecting people world wide i doubt anyone in any country has the energy to invade anywhere. My teenage kids barely have the energy to get up before 2pm so i suspect they've had the virus since they started puberty. Just in case though i've started learning Russian.
The two meter or 6ft apart rule when out and about is there for a reason but how do scientists know for sure that this is the optimum distance? Who worked that out and how? Was it something like 'ere Dave just stand 6 foot away from me and sneeze and see if it hits me in the face'. I like to think not but you never know...Even though supermarkets are making people stand in queues 2 metres apart once your'e in the supermarket it's really hard to adhere to. The aisles are only 2 metres wide so if you have to walk past someone on ,say, the bread aisle your'e screwed. Over the past week or so i have seen some ridiculous excuses for human beings. Full of their own self importance with no thought for anyone else. They glare at you over the top of their face masks in that weird passive aggressive way because you take longer than they would like to choose a tin of soup and they want to get past. It might be worth noting that the Czech republic have brought in a law that because of the shortage of face masks for doctors, nurses, police, army etc it is now a public offence for anyone to wear a mask who does not fall into the criteria. I suspect some folk wearing these are using the same mask more than once therefore probably infecting themselves anyway. Natural selection at it's finest. I don't like going to the supermarket at the best of times and even less so now but getting an online delivery slot is like finding the holy grail at the moment. I go because i have to feed my family. If it was up to me we'd eat one of our dogs but my kids aren't keen on the idea.
Being stuck at home with my two teens has actually been ok so far but it has only been 10 days. I'll report back in 6 weeks and let you know if i've started feeling a tad murdery. They're both being pretty well behaved and we've had no major meltdowns yet. I'm trying to find them a little thing to do each day to ease the boredom. Baking is proving popular, walking the dogs (so far we've still got three but it's really hard to find meat these days), making bird feeders. Every other evening we are, as a family, playing a board game, cards or dominoes with some music on and snacks. Also a popular choice. Competitive connect four is for winners! Cards against humanity is also a favourite. The best card combo we've had so far was (black card question) 'It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with...(white card answer) Jimmy Saville...
Because our holiday has been cancelled i've bought my girls a five foot paddling pool each. When it starts getting warm i'll put the pools up, get the sun loungers out and serve them both kids cocktails while i do some serious day time drinking-just like a real holiday. Who needs an inclusive holiday in Majorca anyway? ME! THAT'S WHO!!!!
I'm doing ok stuck at home because i can always find something to do but i am missing my family and friends terribly. In particular i'm missing my mum and dad. I've had the odd wobble and a bit of a cry (mostly in secret) because i feel compelled to drive to their house and give them a cuddle and i can't. There is no shame in that.We all have people we miss and can't visit. We do this to keep the people we love and ourselves safe. We isolate and distance ourselves because we are responsible for our own destiny now and we understand that adhering to this will slow down and eventually stop the spread of covid 19. It will at least give the scientists time to find a vaccine when they're not busy measuring optimum sneeze/cough/fart distances or trying to buy face masks off ebay.
Some people just don't seem to get it though do they? These people are what's commonly known as bell ends. There's village near me missing it's idiot because i keep seeing him whiz past my house on a tiny hairdryer motorbike with his chavalance girlfriend on the back. No helmets on their heads just a pair of helmets riding the bike. I do worry that the constant repetition of 'stay at home' is losing it's impact.
There are three groups of people who are living the dream under these conditions though. The hermits and the germaphobes are sat in their respective caves and bubble wrapped homes saying 'i bloody told you so' and the keyboard warriors. The latter must be having a field day. They can now sit at home on their computers or phones or whatever typing vile and bilious tripe knowing that whoever they piss off can't even find out where they live and knock on their doors.
Muggers are finding times tough because they have to combine their mugging with their hour of daily exercise and tell people to throw wallets or phones over to them from 2 meters away. It doesn't have the same impact and victims of mugging are no longer taking it seriously.
Dogging is an issue too. Also having to combine dogging with their hour daily exercise doggers are being forced to stick to their family groups, take their dogs with them and then try to hit a car windscreen with jizz from 6 foot away. Tough times.
The worst struck group by far, i think you'll agree, are the wombles. They are allowed to still pick up litter ,sure, but sadly no longer allowed to womble free. Poor bastards.
To conclude this blog stay at home, do that DIY you've been putting off for years, take up baking, learn a language, clean your car windscreens (just in case) and stop using so much loo roll. Two sheets is plenty.
The two meter or 6ft apart rule when out and about is there for a reason but how do scientists know for sure that this is the optimum distance? Who worked that out and how? Was it something like 'ere Dave just stand 6 foot away from me and sneeze and see if it hits me in the face'. I like to think not but you never know...Even though supermarkets are making people stand in queues 2 metres apart once your'e in the supermarket it's really hard to adhere to. The aisles are only 2 metres wide so if you have to walk past someone on ,say, the bread aisle your'e screwed. Over the past week or so i have seen some ridiculous excuses for human beings. Full of their own self importance with no thought for anyone else. They glare at you over the top of their face masks in that weird passive aggressive way because you take longer than they would like to choose a tin of soup and they want to get past. It might be worth noting that the Czech republic have brought in a law that because of the shortage of face masks for doctors, nurses, police, army etc it is now a public offence for anyone to wear a mask who does not fall into the criteria. I suspect some folk wearing these are using the same mask more than once therefore probably infecting themselves anyway. Natural selection at it's finest. I don't like going to the supermarket at the best of times and even less so now but getting an online delivery slot is like finding the holy grail at the moment. I go because i have to feed my family. If it was up to me we'd eat one of our dogs but my kids aren't keen on the idea.
Being stuck at home with my two teens has actually been ok so far but it has only been 10 days. I'll report back in 6 weeks and let you know if i've started feeling a tad murdery. They're both being pretty well behaved and we've had no major meltdowns yet. I'm trying to find them a little thing to do each day to ease the boredom. Baking is proving popular, walking the dogs (so far we've still got three but it's really hard to find meat these days), making bird feeders. Every other evening we are, as a family, playing a board game, cards or dominoes with some music on and snacks. Also a popular choice. Competitive connect four is for winners! Cards against humanity is also a favourite. The best card combo we've had so far was (black card question) 'It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with...(white card answer) Jimmy Saville...
Because our holiday has been cancelled i've bought my girls a five foot paddling pool each. When it starts getting warm i'll put the pools up, get the sun loungers out and serve them both kids cocktails while i do some serious day time drinking-just like a real holiday. Who needs an inclusive holiday in Majorca anyway? ME! THAT'S WHO!!!!
I'm doing ok stuck at home because i can always find something to do but i am missing my family and friends terribly. In particular i'm missing my mum and dad. I've had the odd wobble and a bit of a cry (mostly in secret) because i feel compelled to drive to their house and give them a cuddle and i can't. There is no shame in that.We all have people we miss and can't visit. We do this to keep the people we love and ourselves safe. We isolate and distance ourselves because we are responsible for our own destiny now and we understand that adhering to this will slow down and eventually stop the spread of covid 19. It will at least give the scientists time to find a vaccine when they're not busy measuring optimum sneeze/cough/fart distances or trying to buy face masks off ebay.
Some people just don't seem to get it though do they? These people are what's commonly known as bell ends. There's village near me missing it's idiot because i keep seeing him whiz past my house on a tiny hairdryer motorbike with his chavalance girlfriend on the back. No helmets on their heads just a pair of helmets riding the bike. I do worry that the constant repetition of 'stay at home' is losing it's impact.
There are three groups of people who are living the dream under these conditions though. The hermits and the germaphobes are sat in their respective caves and bubble wrapped homes saying 'i bloody told you so' and the keyboard warriors. The latter must be having a field day. They can now sit at home on their computers or phones or whatever typing vile and bilious tripe knowing that whoever they piss off can't even find out where they live and knock on their doors.
Muggers are finding times tough because they have to combine their mugging with their hour of daily exercise and tell people to throw wallets or phones over to them from 2 meters away. It doesn't have the same impact and victims of mugging are no longer taking it seriously.
Dogging is an issue too. Also having to combine dogging with their hour daily exercise doggers are being forced to stick to their family groups, take their dogs with them and then try to hit a car windscreen with jizz from 6 foot away. Tough times.
The worst struck group by far, i think you'll agree, are the wombles. They are allowed to still pick up litter ,sure, but sadly no longer allowed to womble free. Poor bastards.
To conclude this blog stay at home, do that DIY you've been putting off for years, take up baking, learn a language, clean your car windscreens (just in case) and stop using so much loo roll. Two sheets is plenty.
Sunday, 22 March 2020
The observationist: Covid 19
The observationist: Covid 19: Human nature is a funny old thing isn't it? Humans and dolphins are the only known mammals who mate for fun and not just for the sole pu...
Covid 19
Human nature is a funny old thing isn't it? Humans and dolphins are the only known mammals who mate for fun and not just for the sole purpose of procreation. I don't mean there's a human out there whose only joy in life is dolphin bothering although that might be why Jeff up the road is banned from the sea life centre. On the whole people are good but there are some proper wrong 'uns out there.
The current covid 19 pandemic has brought a tidal wave of wrong 'uns out into the open. People who are good, or perceived to be, have gone corona crazy. The other thing that's reached pandemic proportions, particularly in the UK, is panic buying. It started with people stock piling loo rolls and pasta. Then the tindemic and the great hand sanitiser exodus. Bizarrely our local supermarket ran out of cat biscuits. Not the meat-loads of that-just the biscuits. What the actual fornication? Surely not everybody has a cat? Not only that but why just the biscuits? Probably to lure the dolphins in. Well they do tend to be fish flavoured.
The people who panic shopped were still savvy with their purchases despite apparently being driven to act like contestants in Supermarket Sweep. I did note that while ALL of the tinned food had been bought the Fray Bentos pies and Heinz beans had been left behind like an ugly step child during tinmageddon because they were not on offer. Crazy times people.
My eldest daughter is doing a GCSE in food tech and i couldn't get the ingredients she needed for her spaghetti bolognese because bell ends had bought 3 tonnes of the stuff. I found myself having to get up unbelievably early on my only day off to drive to the supermarket and beat the rush just so my child could do her practical exam. I took my husband for security and i was also packing an air of 'fuck them all' which i find useful in these situations. We arrived at 7.50am, ten minutes before opening time. The car park had around 3 or 4 cars in it and my nieve other half said 'i think you're slightly over reacting love'. Slightly over reacting??? How very dare he!!! I was massively over reacting. However, we got our bags out of the car boot, headed for the door and waited for it to open. Within 5 minutes of us getting there the car park was full and there was a huge queue of people behind us. The doors opened and people piled in like their lives depended on it. It was every man/woman for themselves. The woman who was stood in the queue behind us was the first to pile loo rolls and pasta into her trolley racing around like a fucking rabid crack head. Only 5 minutes prior she'd been happily chatting to an elderly gent about how ridiculous these panic shoppers were and how you would never catch her doing that. She was right about one thing...that you would never catch her. She was off like a robber's dog. I saw a grown man having a toddler tantrum at a cashier for not letting him buy ALL of the dried spaghetti. A grown man people! The world has gone mad. Panic buying in the purest sense of the meaning is going out to buy say bread, cheese and milk. You then panic and come home with a jar of pickled walnuts, an angle grinder and some magic beans.These people are amateurs.
All of the schools in the UK closed indefinitely a few days ago so cue shops running out of wine and gin in around 1 weeks time. Don't get me wrong, i love my kids. The problem is that they hate each other. My options are limited as i work from home so i either pick a favourite and release the other one into the wild, move into the shed or start day time drinking. Wine and spirits aisle here i come.
I realise it's human nature to survive but at what cost? People who are generally pillars of the community are shedding their masks too readily for my liking. The integrity and moral compass in some people is becoming infected quicker than a hooker's fanny.
Our village pub closed it's doors as all pubs and clubs were ordered to by the government in order to protect it's citizens from this virus and reduce cases. Some people were actually complaining and giving the management a hard time. People are dying around the world in their thousands and selfishly the only concern these folk had was that they can't go to the pub for a pint. The staff at the pub, many of whom are on a zero hours contract (including myself in a part time capacity) either will not get paid or have been laid off until further notice. How do the punters think these people are feeling? I suspect, after what i have witnessed in the supermarkets, not one fuck is given.
Some good folk are offering help to those who need it such as shopping, dog walking, picking up prescriptions or just being there at the end of the phone. These are good people and they give me faith in humanity. the other selfish bastards can go to hell in a handcart as far as i'm concerned.
The National Trust has opened it's trust sites free of charge, Burger King are offering free lunches to kids, the BBC are putting loads of old favourites on iplayer and lots of people are running all manner or groups on line such as the Military Wives Choir, exercise groups, book groups etc. See. Some people are good and think of others in the face of adversity. Some people are dicks. Which category do you fall into dear reader?
A little joke to make you think of something else and my gift to you.
A man goes into a doctors surgery to give a sperm sample. The doctor asks the man if he could masterbate in the cup. The man replies.. " well i know i'm really good at it but i've never thought about entering competitions before".
Thankyou and it's goodnight from her....
The current covid 19 pandemic has brought a tidal wave of wrong 'uns out into the open. People who are good, or perceived to be, have gone corona crazy. The other thing that's reached pandemic proportions, particularly in the UK, is panic buying. It started with people stock piling loo rolls and pasta. Then the tindemic and the great hand sanitiser exodus. Bizarrely our local supermarket ran out of cat biscuits. Not the meat-loads of that-just the biscuits. What the actual fornication? Surely not everybody has a cat? Not only that but why just the biscuits? Probably to lure the dolphins in. Well they do tend to be fish flavoured.
The people who panic shopped were still savvy with their purchases despite apparently being driven to act like contestants in Supermarket Sweep. I did note that while ALL of the tinned food had been bought the Fray Bentos pies and Heinz beans had been left behind like an ugly step child during tinmageddon because they were not on offer. Crazy times people.
My eldest daughter is doing a GCSE in food tech and i couldn't get the ingredients she needed for her spaghetti bolognese because bell ends had bought 3 tonnes of the stuff. I found myself having to get up unbelievably early on my only day off to drive to the supermarket and beat the rush just so my child could do her practical exam. I took my husband for security and i was also packing an air of 'fuck them all' which i find useful in these situations. We arrived at 7.50am, ten minutes before opening time. The car park had around 3 or 4 cars in it and my nieve other half said 'i think you're slightly over reacting love'. Slightly over reacting??? How very dare he!!! I was massively over reacting. However, we got our bags out of the car boot, headed for the door and waited for it to open. Within 5 minutes of us getting there the car park was full and there was a huge queue of people behind us. The doors opened and people piled in like their lives depended on it. It was every man/woman for themselves. The woman who was stood in the queue behind us was the first to pile loo rolls and pasta into her trolley racing around like a fucking rabid crack head. Only 5 minutes prior she'd been happily chatting to an elderly gent about how ridiculous these panic shoppers were and how you would never catch her doing that. She was right about one thing...that you would never catch her. She was off like a robber's dog. I saw a grown man having a toddler tantrum at a cashier for not letting him buy ALL of the dried spaghetti. A grown man people! The world has gone mad. Panic buying in the purest sense of the meaning is going out to buy say bread, cheese and milk. You then panic and come home with a jar of pickled walnuts, an angle grinder and some magic beans.These people are amateurs.
All of the schools in the UK closed indefinitely a few days ago so cue shops running out of wine and gin in around 1 weeks time. Don't get me wrong, i love my kids. The problem is that they hate each other. My options are limited as i work from home so i either pick a favourite and release the other one into the wild, move into the shed or start day time drinking. Wine and spirits aisle here i come.
I realise it's human nature to survive but at what cost? People who are generally pillars of the community are shedding their masks too readily for my liking. The integrity and moral compass in some people is becoming infected quicker than a hooker's fanny.
Our village pub closed it's doors as all pubs and clubs were ordered to by the government in order to protect it's citizens from this virus and reduce cases. Some people were actually complaining and giving the management a hard time. People are dying around the world in their thousands and selfishly the only concern these folk had was that they can't go to the pub for a pint. The staff at the pub, many of whom are on a zero hours contract (including myself in a part time capacity) either will not get paid or have been laid off until further notice. How do the punters think these people are feeling? I suspect, after what i have witnessed in the supermarkets, not one fuck is given.
Some good folk are offering help to those who need it such as shopping, dog walking, picking up prescriptions or just being there at the end of the phone. These are good people and they give me faith in humanity. the other selfish bastards can go to hell in a handcart as far as i'm concerned.
The National Trust has opened it's trust sites free of charge, Burger King are offering free lunches to kids, the BBC are putting loads of old favourites on iplayer and lots of people are running all manner or groups on line such as the Military Wives Choir, exercise groups, book groups etc. See. Some people are good and think of others in the face of adversity. Some people are dicks. Which category do you fall into dear reader?
A little joke to make you think of something else and my gift to you.
A man goes into a doctors surgery to give a sperm sample. The doctor asks the man if he could masterbate in the cup. The man replies.. " well i know i'm really good at it but i've never thought about entering competitions before".
Thankyou and it's goodnight from her....
Thursday, 5 March 2020
The observationist: Passions and Hobbies
The observationist: Passions and Hobbies: Most of us have a passion or a hobby. Mine happens to be motorbike road racing. I've always loved motorbikes. I think it comes from when...
Passions and Hobbies
Most of us have a passion or a hobby. Mine happens to be motorbike road racing. I've always loved motorbikes. I think it comes from when my mum was in labour with me, my uncle (her brother) took her to hospital on the back of his motorbike. My grandad had a bike with a sidecar too and lived in Scarborough-home to the only road racing circuit in England, Oliver's mount.. I could hear the races start from his garden and nag him to take me. He obliged and i used to sit aloft his shoulders watching legends like Barry Sheene, Mick Grant and the Dunlop brothers. Joey Dunlop was and still is my idol-God rest his soul. He was probably my first love. I met him once when i was a kid at oliver's mount, and remember thinking he could probably do with a good wash. I was smitten. Now i take my youngest daughter to the road races and she loves it. It's our thing. She takes some amazing photos and has sold quite a few which is some achievement for a 13 year old. She has her favourites now which are Bruce Anstey and...nope, that's it...Bruce Anstey. She asked him if she could have her photo with him a few years back, he happily obliged then he gave her the biggest hug. She said afterwards that he smelt amazing. She was smitten. The photo of them both takes pride of place in our house.
Although i love the bikes i don't let it take over my life unlike some folk do with their hobbies and passions.
I always say 'each to their own' but what the fuck is bus spotting all about? Why?????? I worked as a bus driver for around three years and i would regularly see these nerds congregate around the bus station with their notepads and cameras taking down the bus number, taking a photo then probably going off for a wank when they spotted a number they didn't have already. I suspect that not one of them has ever touched a boob before. I kind of understand train spotters because trains are fast and getting a number off one of those bad boys travelling at 120mph+ is a skill. Plane spotters are an enigma to me. How do you get a number off something at 30,000 feet? Madness.
There are so many hobbies these days such as crocheting, knitting, painting, gaming and baking. There is literally something for everyone. Even swinging and dogging are classed as hobbies...a kinky one, but a hobby never the less. It's not the sort of thing you would put at the end of your c.v though is it under hobbies and interests?
'I enjoy swimming, cooking, reading and pumping Mrs Jones from number 7 over the bonnet of her husband's renault laguna'
Although this would probably get the attention of the interviewer so the choice is yours.
Is a passion for something the same as a hobby? I have a particular passion for blood orange flavoured gin but if i made drinking it my hobby it'd possibly be frowned upon by social services and i wouldn't get much work done. Negotiating my way around the supermarket three sheets to the blood orange gin wind wearing my old wedding dress. one pop sock and mis-matched flip flops is not a look i'll be taking up any time soon. I'm not saying NEVER, just not soon.
Correct me if i'm wrong but i think the only thing that can be deemed both a passion and a hobby is keeping yourself fit. To dedicate your spare time to gyms, running, swimming, cycling, zumba or whatever floats your boat takes a strong will. I do not have that particular part of my brain anymore. I think i handed it in with the rest of my kit when i left the Army. Good riddance i say. My knees are like bags of gravel and make weird noises and my back is made of glass. These days i prefer sedate walks with my dogs. I've also stopped killing people too.
Hobbies and passions are what keep us sane a lot of the time. They are an escape and help us relax. Especially Mr Jones who i see cleaning his renault laguna every Sunday morning....
Although i love the bikes i don't let it take over my life unlike some folk do with their hobbies and passions.
I always say 'each to their own' but what the fuck is bus spotting all about? Why?????? I worked as a bus driver for around three years and i would regularly see these nerds congregate around the bus station with their notepads and cameras taking down the bus number, taking a photo then probably going off for a wank when they spotted a number they didn't have already. I suspect that not one of them has ever touched a boob before. I kind of understand train spotters because trains are fast and getting a number off one of those bad boys travelling at 120mph+ is a skill. Plane spotters are an enigma to me. How do you get a number off something at 30,000 feet? Madness.
There are so many hobbies these days such as crocheting, knitting, painting, gaming and baking. There is literally something for everyone. Even swinging and dogging are classed as hobbies...a kinky one, but a hobby never the less. It's not the sort of thing you would put at the end of your c.v though is it under hobbies and interests?
'I enjoy swimming, cooking, reading and pumping Mrs Jones from number 7 over the bonnet of her husband's renault laguna'
Although this would probably get the attention of the interviewer so the choice is yours.
Is a passion for something the same as a hobby? I have a particular passion for blood orange flavoured gin but if i made drinking it my hobby it'd possibly be frowned upon by social services and i wouldn't get much work done. Negotiating my way around the supermarket three sheets to the blood orange gin wind wearing my old wedding dress. one pop sock and mis-matched flip flops is not a look i'll be taking up any time soon. I'm not saying NEVER, just not soon.
Correct me if i'm wrong but i think the only thing that can be deemed both a passion and a hobby is keeping yourself fit. To dedicate your spare time to gyms, running, swimming, cycling, zumba or whatever floats your boat takes a strong will. I do not have that particular part of my brain anymore. I think i handed it in with the rest of my kit when i left the Army. Good riddance i say. My knees are like bags of gravel and make weird noises and my back is made of glass. These days i prefer sedate walks with my dogs. I've also stopped killing people too.
Hobbies and passions are what keep us sane a lot of the time. They are an escape and help us relax. Especially Mr Jones who i see cleaning his renault laguna every Sunday morning....
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