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September and Stuff

So, September is here, the kids have gone back to school and I’ve been gaming like crazy, Dead Island 2, Deus Ex, Driver San Francisco and Space Marine have been keeping me off the streets and I still have Gears of War 3 and FIFA 12 to get excited about over the coming weeks. Anyway, just a short one today to show off some stuff, first we have a couple of new posts over at Split Infinity Radio, check them out, and us for your amusement over at and of course tune in and hear us in all our glory.

Also, this month it’s been the turn of The Dirty Youth with “Fight” to be song of the month, and here, just for you is their video.

Other than that, it’s been a quiet one but this Sunday brings Gamefest to Birmingham,  look out for news and blogs from me here and at Split Infinity Radio, and until next time be good, and if you can’t be good, don’t get caught!



Poverty, My Arse!

So, what can I say? Again, I set up a blog and end up neglecting it, not writing my thoughts, musings and meanderings then sharing them with the world. I’m a bad person, I need punishing, I need to actually stop playing video games for more than five minutes and actually write something.

The "icon" of the 2011 riots

So, I have to start this new set of blogs by mentioning the riots. Yes, our great unwashed, inbred collection of scumbags rose up from underneath the dog turds outside Argos to cause all manner of destruction and idiocy in the name of “poverty” yes poverty! A ragtag crew of fuckwits and idiots organised riots on Facebook and Blackberry Messenger with equipment worth hundreds of pounds. While wearing expensive trainers. Yes, poverty….fuckwits.

This is poverty, I see no Blackberry

Trains were delayed, buses suspended, shops were looted, set alight and had windows broken. People were beaten up, and most appallingly five people were killed in what can only be called a mindless, murderous rampage that spanned four nights, more locations than the rioters can probably count, and sickeningly all in the name of poverty.

A bus on fire

See, if the truth be told poverty was the furthest thing on these morons minds the second they heard that some idiot with a gun got shot in Tottenham.

The twat with the gun

All that was on their minds was….well, nothing they don’t have minds, just cartoon squiggles and bits of half eaten chewing gum where their brains should be. Poverty wasn’t the issue here, making a scapegoat of a rash decision which may have been right at the end of the day was the real issue. And it allowed a bunch of animals to get their grubby little paws on new trainers and electrical goods. Every time they bandy the word “poverty” now I still hear the sane and rational part of the nation facepalm in unison.

Oooohhhhhh Poverty you say?

Since then people have still asked why? Why are the youth so disaffected? Why did this happen? Have our schools really failed this much? Have our government really failed them? How sad! How Heartbreaking How…..utterly fucking ridiculous. As I explained, grubby people wanted to get their grubby hands on free stuff. Disaffected youth? Are we talking about the middle classes who joined in? The mindless cretins trying their ill gotten gains on in various shops? The scarf wearing hoodlums? Who knows? But disaffected? These people who came up with this notion want to try being an ethnic minority, out of work and disabled just like me for most of my adult life. Do I riot, no? I complain on the internet, sulk and play video games instead.

"Disaffected" youth getting hassle or some such nonsense

And where was our Prime Minister? On holiday. Yes, he came back to “heroically” sort out the mess and promise to compensate those that lost their homes, property and businesses before complaining that he should claim his expenses back for the holiday he was taking, while no doubt hiding from the backlash of his last stupid fucking decision.

David Cameron reacts as he figures out how to talk and blink at the same time

He allowed police special powers to disperse rioters and give them (in  my interpretation) the jolly good kicking they deserved. Four days late, which oddly was the day rain stopped play and the idiots sought solace under their dog turds. Which turned four days of rioting and supposed political and social protest into idiot anarchist’s cricket. Well done Mr. Cameron, have a gold star and crayons, now don’t eat them, there’s a good lad.

No David, NOT food!

So in conclusion, I thought I’d write a little rant about what has happened in the UK recently, just so I can say “Poverty My arse!” online and use a picture of Jim Royle in a blog written by a misanthropic moaning radio DJ pretending to be a socio-political commentator when he really should stick do doing what he does best, and making inappropriate remarks onair and talking about videogames…

So here goes….

Poverty! My arse!