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Drop Beats, Not Bombs

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This week, surprisingly, has been pretty damned ok, despite missing the sofa when I sat down to write this and ending up on the floor. Whatchagonnado? (and I go: la la la la la, she's got the look).

On Monday I met up with best-friend-best-drinking-partner, and we decided to hit the pub at 14:00. I didn't realise how much I needed to just be and talk complete and utter rubbish with someone who just gets it and gets me. The free bar snacks were much appreciated even if the Olives had been in a jar with mouldy ones (don't let anyone tell you I'm not classy) and as it turns out, you can polish a turd.

It also turns out that if you put two individuals who work ridiculous hours in a pub with 6.5% cider, they will need driving to their respective homes at 17:45. The words you are looking for are "cheap dates".


This week I've been preoccupied with if MP's will or won't vote for airstrikes over Syria (turns out on Thursday I woke up to the news that they were already dropping bombs). I'll set my stance out in black and white. I THINK THIS IS A TERRIBLY STUPID IDEA. Now, I'm no military expert (no shit), I'm not sure on the accuracy of these airstrikes, and I cannot see how this is going to help. The white-is-right attitude of those in the West to those in the East (Iran, Iraq, Libya, etc etc etc) disgusts me. One fellow interviewed by the BBC reminded viewers of that classic quote from Alby Einstein,

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Yes. Quite. Military action (so far) has exacerbated the situation, not solved it.

I don't have the answers, and I'm not sure if I quite understand the intricacies of the situation. There was an image that did the rounds on social media that attempted to explain it, and I became rather confused, so I drew it out. Basically, Syria is a clusterfuck and I think we're all better off out of it. Remember at school when child one would fall out with child three but not child two and then rallied child seven, eight and eleven against child three, but child two didn't like child seven and so rallied child five against child seven and child six ended up getting beaten up because reasons?

It all makes sense now doesn't it?

Although it is terribly easy for me to say this. I am removed physically and emotionally from the situation and it is a comfortable distance. No part of my being is at threat and for that I'm not just lucky but thankful too. Yes, the current English Government aren't to my tastes (putting it lightly) but it could be worse, so much worse.


Anyway, enough of that. I'm going to re-jig some bits and bobs and I'll be back in January. Have a lovely Christmas and New Year :)

THOUGHTSErin Veness