Based on the fact that I haven’t used this for about five weeks, I think its fair to say that, at least for now, I have no time for Tumblr.

Been busy getting my website ready which, once I have, will probably be a lot more relevant than my Tumblr.

So, until then…

Bye.

If you’ve got blue balls and not prepared to aid yourself in getting rid of it, just know you have a long day (or night) ahead of you.

Never ever use Protect Your Bubble for insurance. I had my iPhone 4 insured with them, their service is absolute crap and I’m hoping they get done by Watchdog and/or Panorama. Absolutely shocking service, Should be sued to the point where they’re forced to file bankruptcy. I started the process of making my claim about three weeks ago yet they are yet to even take my claim on board with several excuses, rude employees, ignoring emails or responding to them insufficiently and inot acknowledging some parts (e.g. my requests to speak to managers). I was even more annoyed when I then chose to read some reviews about them on the internet and find so many people slagging them off.

Lesson here: Do your research before going with an insurance company and, ideally, go with one that someone you know has had previous good experiences with!

Sometimes you just have to accept how incredible a team really are. best team in the world currently. Best club side I’ve seen in my lifetime. So the life lesson here is…Sometimes you just have to accept that the best are exactly that: the best.

Until the next time we get an opportunity to face them… 

United we stand. United we fall. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

United we shall stand, United we shall fall. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

With that in mind, come on lads, let’s try bring it home tonight - we’ll be proud of you regardless and our love for you will never falter! 

I find it rather fitting that 7 is my favourite number and, for me, this is by far the most relevant Life Lesson that I’ve posted on this tumblr so far. Yesterday, I unfortunately lost my phone (for those of you that know me, I once lost two phones in one night as a result of a drunken escapade - this time I was as sober as Steve). I realised very quickly that I had left it on a bus and upon realisation that I wasn’t going to catch it by sprinting after it, I tried to flag down some cars, to get their attention in desperation. I did all I could to seem like I was in agony/danger but every single car - about 5 or 6 -drove straight past me.

For all these drivers knew I could have been:

- Being chased by a gang of thugs

- dying (stabbed/shot)

- rape victim (God forbid!!!)

- or simply trying to get directions

But, in typical British fashion, they all just drove past me and carried on wit their business, without a care in the world as to what could have been wrong with me. Yes I’m a black male. Yes I’m in a hoody. Yes I could be trying to rob the driver, or rape them (coincidentally, I don’t think any of the drivers were male) … But maybe, just maybe I was not. Maybe they could have locked their doors, wound down the window very minutely so I couldn’t put my arm through and attempt to carjack them, which was what they probably suspected in the mean streets of the Uxbridge Ghettos.

Shortly after, there was a bus going in the opposite direction and I sprinted for that, the bus driver attempted to call the driver on the other bus but he didn’t pick up so he called the control centre for me who in-turn called the driver. He checked the CCTV and a woman had just got off the bus, with my phone in hand…Devastating. Had the driver picked up the initial call, there’s a good chance that I wouldn’t currently be writing this post. 

He took me to this bus station, talked me through everything I needed to and then I went to the police station, where they were very helpful and rather hopeful that I might actually end up getting my phone back as it was so soon that I reported it to them, knew all the details concerning it and as it was known what bus stop the thief got off… I guess there is still hope, no matter how bleak. 

Sidenote: I would like to use this moment in time to state that in my lifetime I have found about 3 or 4 phones and every single time, I have ensured the owner got it back. Not by handing it in to the bus driver, but by looking for ‘mum’ or ‘home’ in the contact list. Maybe this person will do the same.

Yesterday confirmed that there is no way I will raise my children in this country. The UK lacks any sense of community. See someone getting beaten up? Everyone just walks by. See a young female walking bare foot in a torn dress? She’s probably drunk. Like the story of the Good Samaritan, everybody just turns the blind eye…Imagine, on our trains, nobody talks, we just sit there in silence. Have you ever been on a train in NYC? You can have a conversation with a guy you’ve never met before and feel like you’ve known each other forever! In the UK, everyone is scared of each other, everybody is intimidated, everybody is inwardly angry at life, nobody wants to smile at you, every female thinks you’re trying to chat her up and every guy thinks you’re trying to rob him…

What a sad society we live in. If you can even call it that.

Women, chipped nails are unforgivable.

I have two little sisters. 

One is seven, the other is three.

Seperately, I refer to the elder as “the seven year-old” and the younger as “the three year old” I refer to them as the tiny terrors, I hope that’s self explanatory.

They make me laugh, they say funny stuff. Kind of reminds me of Modern Family.

Will post anecdotes/conversations between/from them from time to time.