Secondly, as for this girl… I don’t know what to suggest, but it does sound like she isn’t interested in you. Either you bow out gracefully and never say anything and take the risk that actually she is interested in you; ask someone else out for a drink on the offchance you find a connection, and keep working on the being-over TOGgirl; or you put yourself out there and say something, which is a) brave but could be b) construed as being a bit…weak, for not moving on. Ironic, I know, given how long she’s been interested in TOG, but it may be how she sees it.

I really, really don’t know, partly becuase I don’t really know enough to comment. Email me? I miss your emails, and I may be wrong, but I’m fairly sure it’s your turn

xxx

Meanwhile I talk nothing but shit about the guys I like: ‘oh, he’s ugly, he’s arrogant, he never goes out of his way for me or anyone else, he’s stringing me along, he’s stupid, he thinks he’s all that, he likes taxidermy and poetry for crying out loud’ (all examples totally made up) – and so on, and so forth. But the more I bitch about a person, usually, the more I *actually* like him. Sounds like I’m not the only one. Can’t put a finger on what it is about The Other Guy, but your friend likes him almost despite herself, and that intrigues her enough to keep waiting. I know the feeling all too well.

University is easy because it’s the obvious choice, and people who don’t do the whole university thing either at all or straight off have to make an active choice to do that while we’re all herded along into this environment, sheltered and looked after, given internet access and cleaners and very simple step-by-step guidelines on how to live, how to cope. I’m not really one of them either: I made the decision to change everything I was doing to be here; but that’s only made me more aware of that divide of which you speak.

And then you look at the ways in which students live, and you think, how the fuck can you justify thinking of yourself as this utterly superior being when you’re passed out under a lamppost and covered in your own sick? When you’ve lived on Pot Noodle for a week and Pesto has become haute cuisine? We’re sheltered, and we act like children, and I just want to apologise for the lot of us because – like children – we’re fucken’ arrogant about it.

Jenny (in case you hadn’t already seen my new blog!) xx

And I haven’t revised in three days for A-levels which are my only real chance to get me into a career which I’m practically foaming at the mouth about, so really, don’t worry, join me in my slobs paradise and we’ll see where it takes us…

And as I’m sure you’ve guessed, precisedly none of them is directed toward yourself. As we’re all aware you’re perfect…

Moreover, your choice of name (assuming that you’re not in fact called Adolf) and e-mail address – arbeitmachtfreistartedasajoke@gas.com – surely are making more of a mockery of the holocaust than anything I’ve ever written here. You suggest concentration and extermination camps started as a joke?!? …@gas.com Presumably that is a reference to Zyklon B gas, again – something to laugh about. Tell you what, let’s allow you to inhale a little Zyklon B… You can suffer the pain, anxiety, hypertension, disorientation, burning in the mouth, nose and throat that begin SECONDS after exposure, that within minutes can lead to heart attacks, coma, paralysis and death. That last one is something Doctors can’t fix.

Finally, I believe that you have entirely missed the point of the entry, focused on one throwaway comment and made wild generalisations about me. Nazi Germany destroyed and defamed all Jewish or Black artists, poets, scientists – the exact opposite of what I’m doing here. If you ever happened to peruse my CD collection, you’ll see some Stereophonics, Manic Street Preachers, Catatonia and Bryn Terfil. Hardly the CD collection of someone plotting the extermination of the Welsh… I’m saying the DESPITE my minor dislike for the Welsh(something I’ll address in another entry sometime) Duffy’s album is in my top 5 albums at the moment. When you consider the huge amount of music I listen to – I could easily have filled that spot with other albums I’m loving right now. Such as Float by Flogging Molly, Paper Walls by Yellowcard, Seventh Tree by Goldfrapp, Shake Your Money maker by The Black Crowes, Raising Sand by Robert Plant and Allison Kraus…

And in answer to your question: I would call them their name. Everyone has an opinion, whether you agree or disagree with it is irrelevant. I didn’t write this blog as hate-mongering. I’m not rallying for support to invade Wales. I’m not insiting racial hatred. All I’m saying is, I dislike the Welsh, but appreciate good music wherever it comes from.