Mongoose Holly

I’ve noticed that some people (mostly the kind of people who write into national newspapers) seem to think that sites like Facebook, myspace, bebo and twitter are evil and that the only solution to these hotbeds of paedophiles and sexual deviants is to rely on the government to clean it up. I have seen many letters calling for the government to step in and regulate the internet. The same government that everyone complains about, perhaps more out of habit than actual distrust.

I have several problems with this. Firstly there is the huge logistics problem. How can the UK government police the international internet? They haven’t managed to sort out the huge internet issues, how can they hope to deal with hundreds of smaller ones?

Secondly, it seems we’re always concerned that the government is taking away our liberties. That there are too many CCTV cameras and far too much red tape in our lives and yet these people want to hand over more of our freedom to the same governement that has put up the cameras and the red tape. These people  probably have had very little interaction with social networking sites but have heard the buzzwords and the few, very few stories when someone is stupid and doesn’t protect themselves.

Thirdly, it seems to me that these are the people who have their voices heard. The uninformed minority have their letters printed and push further. The government seems happy to take away our freedoms without our consent, if we start offering them up on a platter they’ll take more and more. Before you know it we’ll be living in an Orwellian 1984 state. The recent anti-terrorism poster campaign is an example. They will make us suspect everyone and heighten our fears, then when they bring in new laws to ‘protect’ us, we won’t question it. Eventually we’re in a position where we have no voice.

The jump from Facebook to 1984 might seem extreme but it always starts with the little things. I believe EVERY liberty is worth fighting for. The internet is an open forum, I can write my blog without fear of recrimination, everyone has the opportunity to express themselves, whether you agree with them or not.

‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.’

I feel the need to spread some musicy love. I have seen the band The White Coats twice now by accident and both times they have blown me away. They are a Portsmouth band that embrace classic ska music. They play really well together and are a smart band. Their Sweet Dreams/Eurythmics cover is inventive and played exactly at the right time. I would definately go out of my way to see these boys again. I hope my 3 readers will give them a fair listen and pass them on to anyone else who might like them! I see big things in their future!

http://www.myspace.com/thewhitecoatsmusic

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So i can tell you about my superfuntime in Ikea!

First a quick warning, my C key is being rubbish so if I miss any, thats why!

I’ve been buying these big glass jars from Ikea to put sweets in at the wedding but I didn’t quite have enough so my cousin Helen kindly agreed to take me. We thought it would be fun to meet up with Jem and Benjie at the same time as they don’t live all that far away and maybe have some eats and fun.

After getting stuck in some post football match traffic and working out my hastily scribbled directions we finally made it and Jem and Benjie were waiting for us.

I’m sure that the events that followed fall into the ‘you had to be there’ category but seeing as the majority of people likely to read this WERE there, I think it’s still worth recording!

I kinda knew it would be a fun time when benjie grabbed one of the free tape measures and started measuring peoples heads and the gaps between items, also Helen seemed to be on some kind of sugar high. We decided we were all much hungries and went straight to the food hall and ate many meatballs. Helen declared she didn’t need a drink cos she had a bottle of lucozade in her bag, as I’d said I’d pay for her I was quite glad she wasn’t wasting my money! However once she’d tasted my drink she wanted to have some of her own. The natural conclusion being several trips to the counter making a mockery of the free refill service and Benjie fashioning a funnel out of a little ketchup cup to refill Helen’s now empty lucozade bottle. And giggling, lots and lots of giggling.

Once we were full of meatball and juice we headed off to the bed section as my lovely fiance has said that if theres enough money after the honeymoon we can buy a new bed. Jemma and I got on one bed which at first seemed really nice and firm but before to long became uncomfortably hard, so I got off and tried another, this one was immediately too soft. I started laughing because I was clearly being goldilocks and the third bed in this little group would have to be perfect. I announced my discovery to everyone and the anticipation grew as I made my way to the third bed. It may or may not have been pulsing with an inviting glow but in my memory it does. I flopped onto the bed and lo and behold it was perfect! So I got under the covers for a little nap. Helen asked if the bed was too salty, but that was just silly! There were no bears though.

For the rest of the showroom Jem, Helen and I tested nearly every bed we saw and were quite pleased. At the top of the stairs leading to the market hall we stopped, trying to deide if we could go for another plate of meatballs. Benjie started measuring the spaces between us three girls and after one very minor adjustment, we were an equilateral triangle. Benjie was pleased.

At first the market hall wasn’t so much fun. I loaded the trolley with glass jars, Helen agonised over buying a rug and I was talked into buying a lampshade. I managed to hide quite well for a few minutes but they saw me before my ninja skills could really be tested and Benjie pulled the trolley that Helen was pushing into the back of Jemma’s legs. Could have been a nasty disagreement but Benjie looked so guilty and Helen was so appalled by what he’d done that there was no question about the culprit.

However in the childrens area everything became fun again, we took turns going through the little door, which hurt my back actually. I filled the trolley with armfuls of little cuddly mice only to be told I couldn’t have that many. Instead us girls all got one each. Helen found the panda toy she’d liked in the showroom but was then won over by a hippo instead and Jemma decided she wanted a shark, because there were only two and they were nearly 4 metres up with no way to reach them. We left them there. I gave Benjie crabs, there’s photographic evidence coming soon to Facebook. And for a good part of the last section I wore a large black furry cushion with cat eyes on my head. Many people gave me funny looks. None of them have a sense of humour.

Soon it was time to go and pay for our loot. As we were paying Helen saw a sign for 45p hotdogs and began rooting through her purse for change. Our luck was in and she found £1 and sent me on my way with instructions to bring her 10p back safely. After we enjoyed our hotdogs we went to the food store to find meatballs, but we didn’t have enough money and couldn’t justify putting £3 on a debit card, although sitting here now I could really go for meatballs.

Then our adventure was nearly over. We left a little pot of mustard and a serviette in the lift for any wandering hungry hobos and went our separate ways.

All that’s left is for Helen to stealth her rug in when she gets home. John will never know!

It was the funnest time I have ever had in a shop. Thanks IKEA!

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Wetlands by Charlotte Roche is marketed and described as erotic literature or even thinly veiled pornography. Honestly, this is why I bought it! I read that it was so extreme that at public readings women had fainted in shock. I wanted own a book that was that sexy.

I do not own a book that is that sexy. Wetlands is the story of Helen Memel, an 18 year old girl who, due to an accident in shaving her pubic hair, must spend a period of time in the proctology ward of her local hospital.

The story is well written with good insights into the main characters life. The back story of the family is handled sensitively and keeps the reader interested, however it feels unfinished. To me the story feels like it needs the confrontation and the reactions at the end but everything is left trailing off. Perhaps there is a sequel planned and the story line alone would make me consider buying a sequel.

However, the bulk of the story is the authors attempt to shock and appall her readers. I have a pretty strong stomach but even as I think of certain parts of this book I feel queasy. If you can stand the graphic descriptions of sexual practices and how Helen deals with her wound then this book can make a pretty interesting read.

However if i ever meet someone who is turned on by this book, I will probably throw up right there. It is NOT an erotic novel.

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I thought I’d take the time to tell you about some things I’ve done/read/seen recently. I can think of at least 3 things to tell you about so I’ll do a post every couple of days about each one.

Today I’d like to talk about Watchmen. I saw the movie Friday evening in a totally packed out cinema. Unfortunately I think I was in the minority as someone who has actually read the book. As soon as Gareth heard there was a Watchmen movie coming out he made me read the book and I thoroughly enjoyed it. In the run up to the film coming out I resisited the urge to pick the book up again. I like to have the comparison but I like the memory of the orignial to be a little misty so that my mind is more open to the new interpretation.

When I finished the book first time round I decided it would be impossible to film and said as much frequently. I have been proven very very wrong.

Visually, the film is excellent. Some kind of witchcraft was employed I’m sure as every single character looked as if they had just stepped off the page. The settings, scenery, props and background buildings were also spot on. I don’t think anyone could have done it better. I loved the interpretation of Dr Manhattan’s character, I had been quite worried about how they would portray him but my fears were groundless and he is the gentle giant I imagined. Not to mention the blue penis!

There was been some criticism regarding parts of the story that are missing and a small change to the ending. When I heard the ending had been changed I was a bit mad. I didn’t see how or why they would change it. Having seen the film now I understand. The change is really small and is more fitting in this version. The parts that were cut are a bit of a side story and without that story the ending as it is in the book wouldn’t make sense.

Everything else aside, I really enjoyed this film. I think it is as good a watchmen film as could ever be made. I hear there will be a directors cut which will include the side story. I’m curious to see if this will affect the ending as well. Some people have said that they feel the choice of music could have been alot better, maybe I’m not as big a film buff as these people (and hey, I never said I was a film buff) but I don’t feel that way. Music doesn’t affect my enjoyment of a movie all that much. Maybe I’m not deep enough. Maybe I’m not critical enough.

I really recommend this film to fans of the book. However if you haven’t read it and don’t want to read it I’d advise you to steer clear unless you enjoy dense, heavy movies with a lot of storyline and not alot of time!

I give the film 5/5 mongooses.

I hate my job, I hate that they can call me in on my day off for a meeting, I hate 2 thirds of the people I work with, I hate that no-one cares, I hate that no matter what I do for them it’s never enough, they always want more.

Gareth says I’m too young to be this cynical but I can’t help feeling that life is backwards. I have to work in order to live. Today’s society has made it so that it is impossible to enjoy your life the way that we should be able to.

Animals eat, sleep and fuck. Thats all a species really needs to survive. Humans are the same. To eat you must buy your food, if you want to sleep in relative comfort you will need to have a home and a bed, you can’t even just fuck wherever you want. To get the things you need to live you need money. To get money society says you must work. Most people work at least 5 day weeks. That leaves you 2 days a week to live. Unless work needs you to come in on your day off.

Companies don’t care about their employees. They extend their opening hours with no thought for their employees, just squeezing more money out of their customers.

I had a whole rant planned but typing is therapeutic and I calmed down. Damn…I can’t remember the rest. It was good too.

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My name is Holly and I use StumbleUpon. I am an avid Stumbler. I can spend hours clicking that special little button built into my firefox browser, laugh at the cute pictures, be inspired by the short stories and amazed by the scientific discoveries that it brings me. I love that it knows what I like and sends me to places it ‘think’ I will like.

What I do not like is that for the past couple of weeks every day I have come across 2 or 3 different blog posts about Twilight. The book or the film. I get that it has a huge fanbase of adolescent girls and that everyone else hates it. I get why everyone else hates it too. I won’t go into that now, I’m sure if you’re anything like me you will already know, if not you’ll be able to find it really quickly. But why oh why does everyone want to write about it?!?

I’d rather tell you about the painful and scarring medical procedure I had done today. I had my contraceptive implant changed today and it hurts like hell. My whole arm aches. Just typing this feels weird. Looks like I’m safe for another three years now. And who knows, in three years it might be time for trying for a baby. It’s scary writing that. I mean Gareth and I have spoken about it obviously but still. Scary.

On another hand the invitations are nearly done and will be going out beginning of next month. I should probably go get on with that now…

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Making my own wedding invitations is nowhere near as fun as making Jemma’s was? Even though these are easier and quicker with no room for artistic differences and I can knock out them out faster than one a minute, making Jemma’s wedding invitations was just so much more fun. Maybe it’s because there were other people helping. Some fun chat and girly giggles between bridesmaids. It was much more of a social experience.

There’s not really anyone around to help me with mine.

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I’m thinking of writing a story or two, just to see how it comes out. I’ll probably serialise anything I write here so anyone wandering past can give feedback if they want. But I don’t think it will be for a while. I’m too busy playing viva pinata 2!

It’s such an awesome game. I’m surprised I can find time to even be on the internet. Viva Pinata!!!