Through My Eyes

So the other day I pondered for a second seeing the world through the eyes of a child. Today I am seeing the world through my eyes, and the view is somewhat different.

Firstly please check out my back blip from yesterdays Rugby 7's at Twickenham. I've actually written some stuff on this back blip so it's worth looking at. Cheers for that.

There are few things I've seen through my eyes recently that I'd like to share with you. The first is connected to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I get why they were referred to as Ninjas... because they umm... were. Mutant? Well a walking talking turtle that has a rat as a mentor and fights with sticks could only be described as Mutant. Turtles? Again being that animal does entitle them to the name. However why did they have to be teenage? Was it integral to the plot that they listen to emo music occasionally, secrelty smoke weed behind the rats back and have uncomfortable sexual experiences that can be described as no more than a fumble? Were they insecure about their appearance and social standing? Did they refuse to wash their hands after urinating? Who knows. What are they called now they're about 30? Are they still ninjas or like all teenage dreams did that fade away and they ended up in sales or accountancy? 30-Something Mutant Sales Turtles: not the biggest cinema release of the year.

Secondly the super injunction has been bothering me a bit. I'm a tad concerned people might think it is me who has been dallying with that odd welsh ******* thats all over the news. It isn't, for and I'd like to clarify why.
a: I'm not a footballer.
b: In order for me to put anything of mine close to her I'd have to triple bag at the very least, and that would get expensive.
3: She wouldn't look twice at me because I don't have a family or a plethora of medals.

I hope that clears it up.

I'm off today recovering from the shock of paying £4 for a bottle of Carling in London, and £7 on a 'quality' beefburger that had all the quality of someones old socks. It has nothing to do with being hungover. The good news is I pre booked it so didn't have to make up some lame excuse about food poisoning or a ruptured pancreas.

The final thing I'm seeing through my eyes today is a tad more serious (you knew it couldn't be all light hearted didn't you?). The guy whose actions pushed me over the line of sanity back in March is on the case again trying to shatter my impeccable reputation. On Thursday he emailed Lincoln City declaring me 'unfit to work with children' and demanding I be sacked from the club immediately. Luckily I have a sympathetic contact in the club who has given me a heads up on the situation: yesterday having received no response he emailed them again claiming I've intimidated him and threatened violence.
It's all a bit sad really. The extent of my work with children is a few photos on the pitch in view of 3,000 odd people, and considering I've done it for 13 years and as yet haven't turned one of the little critters into a murderer or anything speaks volumes. As for violence: me? Seriously? I once tried to beat an egg and it won the bout on points. My weapon is the written word and frankly I wouldn't battle him using that: he's basically unarmed. His rambling on his website range from absurb to confusing and he butchers the english language like I butcher a Lamb Bhuna and chips on a Friday. I wouldn't give it a second thought but his constant attacks on my reputation are becoming tiresome and damaging.

I've had to change the name of my journal and my username as the individual above has discovered my blipfoto account and screen dumped two entries.

I don't fancy Noel Fielding (in joke from yesterday that you'll only understand by viewing the back blip).

Tomorrow I'm back at work so should be posting proper sized shots again that don't just feature eyes. Unless I do an 'eye series', but then I've only got two and they're pretty much identical.