Public Affairs? Well then they're not "affairs" then, are they.

Ok so I'm in a fairly crap lecture about politics. I understand fully and comprehensively that it's quite important, and with an exam after Easter I should really pay attention. But I'm not. Life is harsh, I suppose. If you need proof that I'm genuinely in a boring period of my life, here is a photograph. Of course, even this isn't that interesting.



I told you it was crap.

I spent my afternoon once again exploiting elderly people in the cause of entertainment. The radio feature I play on the Nerve FM breakfast show (CHEAP PLUG: www.nerveradio.com) is called "Gerioke" - Geriatric Kareoke. This is copyrighted, but it's not as if you'd ever nick it. It's got ageist and maybe slander written all over it. The lyrics they have to read are "edgy" which basically means seedy. It wasn't me that wrote em, so technically we're out of the libel woods. It even has a crap jazz bed I nicked off Garageband too. My dear friends Charley and Zoe were doing a wee bit of filming for their TV packages anyway, so it's not as if I strolled in on my own.

I'd very nearly forgotten since the last "Gerioke-sesh" how many odduns you get in the town I'm in. Filming them I imagine would have been a lot worse, but the camera was placed between a pub and a betting shop. After I got my bum slapped by an elderly man, we took the editorial decision to shift to outside a charity shop. That didn't help much, because old drunks can still walk. Top him up, he clearly isn't tanked enough if he's following us.

Considering I'm actually in a lecture at the moment, I feel I should add something of political value to this to justify this to frowning parents and try-hard geek-peers. Barack Obama's passing of the Health Care bill has shocked many. They say it's because they don't trust an average NHS system. Personally, I think they're just sh*t scared of being a Brit. I'll be putting that top hat down then, dear sir. And good day to you too, squire.

Here is a slightly interesting video from people who don't want to be British. In my day, this was racism:



Ironically, this guy in the chair is actually the exact person who looks like he has no money, but will need to get hold of it pretty soon if he wants to not die. Argument enough to have some insurance you won't die, surely? Apparently not. Nevermind then?