Of Lily Allen

I shouldn't like *this*

It's from the Lily Allen album "It's not me, it's you"

Don't look at the link if you're easily offended by the word F*** as it appears multiple times. But this song really struck a chord with R and I. It's full of things we'd love to say.

Look inside, look inside your tiny mind
Then look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired
Of all the hatred you harbor

So you say it's not okay to be gay
Well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval

F*** you, f*** you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

F*** you, f*** you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

Do you get, do you get a little kick
Out of being small minded?
You want to be like your father
It's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy
Living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit
And it's really distasteful


F*** you, f*** you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So please don't stay in touch

F*** you, f*** you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So please don't stay in touch

And then it continues in the same vein. And I shouldn't like it - it's full of cussing and rudeness, but actually, if you look at the actual words, it makes a lot of sense. Some people are just so small minded it's ludicrous. It's allegedly written against the BNP, (British National Party) and makes even more sense in that context.

Isn't it about time we had songs with meaning? Even if they are crude in the chorus lol! Some people should just be told to get stuffed, utterly, and with meaning.

And the version with the Cadbury children is wickedly funny.

Flowers

Today R bought me flowers. Randomly and beautifully. From Tesco, and with Top Trump cards for the boy, but with much love and amazingness. He is like that. Like the flowers he is brilliant in his colours and design, tall, strong and proud, and yet still needs caring for in a way that it would seem only I can. How amazing is that?

At the weekend it was commented on by V that we clearly hadn't let the romance go. It was thought we couldn't have been together that long to be the way we were with each other. But we have been over 3 years now, and it is stronger than ever, and will get stronger, I know it.

It's the random things. Like flowers.

He's amazing.

Not me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Well, here goes.

On Tuesday last week I did not get lost walking back from a different school to here when I only had to walk along the footpath. I also did not get lost wearing boots which I literally did not walk the heels off of because I had to walk so far.

The following day I did not take bread for lunch intending to toast it. I did not toast and burn said bread. I did not, definitely, did not, cause the staff room to have smoke in it, thus setting off the smoke alarm. As a consequence, I did not cause the school to be evacuated, the canteen to be emptied, the children to be late having their lunches, the dinner ladies to be irritated and the head teacher to nearly suffocate himself trying not to laugh whilst I explained the situation in utter red-faced embarrassment.

None of those things were me.

Really.

The rest of the week has been pretty mild, in non-comparison.