Work is Evil

What is the point of a five day working week? Who the hell came up with the idea that the harder we all work the better we all are as people? Many of us have the idea that by working harder we are supposed to become closer to God or something. Well this is a load of bollox in my opinion. More chillout time would make everyone happier. If we had a three day week and a four day weekend all the people who usually walk around looking miserable would have time to say hello and have a chat with each other. Life would be sunnier. Days would be long and sweet like when you are a child and your summer holiday seems to go on forever. What does it matter if the economy loses a bit of profit? Tony Blair is only spending it on going to war and how is this helping anyone? As for making money, why should these investment bankers and lawyer types want to go into the city and work twelve hour days if they have no time to enjoy their wealth?

We are losing sight of the important things in life. Brendan Behan had the right attitude when he said:

I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper, and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.

Laziness. Bring it on!!!

Education is not filling a bucket, but lighting a fire. W.B Yeats

Much as I admire Mr Yeats I must disagree with him on this point. I have found that a fire only exists to be lit in some children. others have to have knowledge stuffed down their throats.

Plastic Paddy Amateur Scribbling Awards

Last weekend I went to the Irish Blog Awards http://awards.ie/blogawards/ although my blog would not be particularly suitable for entry, hence I didn't. Enter that is. Being born and raised in London (even though my father is from Co Meath) hardly qualifies me as truly allowed to claim green guiness runs through my veins, and as for being a blogger, well REAL bloggers take it seriously, giving thought and consideration to each post, probably spending time researching what they are writing. They assumedly also care about attracting as many comments as possible wheras I am glad if I get the occasional one from someone I haven't bribed, threatened or nagged into doing it.

So why the devilish blazes was I at the awards? Well, I went with my boyfriend who is proper Irish and a proper blogger (check out his intellectual and erudite posts at http://thelonglane.blogspot.com) so I felt like a bit of a non-person and that everyone was going to talk to him rather than me (not a good feeling for someone who likes to chat as much as I do). I got into conversation with a French lady who is doing a PhD on blogging (what a good idea) and said a brief hello to Mick Fealty of the Slugger O'Toole variety www.sluggerotoole.com (although he was a bit confused when I tapped him on the shoulder shouting "Hey Slugger" and he then wisely proceeded to talk to Ciaran instead). I also met the lovely Red Mum http://redmum.blogspot.com whose excellent blog I have now looked at properly. I was very much looking forward to meeting Twenty Major http://twentymajor.blogspot.com who I think well deserved the award for best blog. However I was rather dissappointed that he was a clean cut well spoken youngish gentleman....I had been rather hoping for a tennement dwelling filthy foul odourous old geezer......sigh.....