Alcohol: A Very Dangerous Drug

Colleague X hasn't spoken in weeks, I'm caught up in a race row and recently things have gotten out of hand on this blog and some unpleasant language has been used. What happened was that I was extremely drunk last night after taking advantage of some cheap drinks in a pub in Yoker (£1.50 for a pint of Fosters, 80p a buttle of Bud!). Anyway, to cut to the chase, I ended up getting into a silly drunken fight at someone's house. After, I randomly decided to check the latest comments on my blog. I saw one from someone pretending to be the police (how sad is that?) and one from someone called Adam who was trying to be Mr Righteous and tell me what I should and shouldn't say on my blog (Adam, I've nothing against you but you used the name "Dr Esteban Ramirez" on Blogger instead of your real name - enough said about that, I think). These comments made me angry at the time, and mainly due to the testosterone/adrenalin/alcohol mix in my bloodstream I left some abusive remarks.

Now, I apologise if anyone was offended by these comments - I've done this sort of thing before when drunk and looking back it really makes me cringe - but what I won't do is apologise for any mock racist remarks I made. I am opinionated and I say what I feel, not what society tells me to say. Get over it!

This episode has made me realise that I've no longer any desire to share details of my life with the public. My current readership is not the one I would want to share my thoughts, ideas and humour (however funny, offensive or shocking) with. Sorry, but morbid fuckers who talk about headstones, saddos pretending to be the police, people who think it's acceptable to go on about the "blecks" in a mock South African accent but then come over all high and mighty when I use the word "nigger" (there, I said it again)? Dr E Ramirez? Nope, sorry, our views and attitudes differ greatly and I think it's best all round if I keep my proverbial mouth shut from now on.

A Breath of Fresh Ayr

Previously on duncbaresall.blogspot.com...

"...If I could find anywhere half decent away from where I am now, it would cheer me up bigtime..."

I have - and it has!

No more student-halls-esque accomodation for me! However there still remains one niggling thing I would like to completely remove from the equation... Ayr itself.

Endure the Silence?

At work recently, we were put into different rooms. I was put in with a colleague, who I'll imaginatively refer to as Colleague X. Now, Colleague X is man of few words, or more specifically, a man of no words. Yes, entire days pass where the only conversation is a single, abbreviated "see you later". Other than that it's complete silence all day. Now, up until now my attitude is that if Colleague X isn't going to make any conversation then I'm not going to bother either. As a result of this I'm now as quiet as Colleague X. I've been called quiet in the past and often am, but Colleague X makes me look like Graham Norton/Lily Savage/Dame Edna rolled into one (in conversation terms, not dress sense).
The dilemma is this: either I make more of an effort to talk to Colleague X and maybe he'll come out of his shell, or I continue as I am and take the attitude "well if he's not making any effort then he can fuck right off!"
The latter, I think. Dilemma resolved.