There’s a time and place for a lot of things.

As children we are taught and moulded by those around us to understand what, why, where and when that statement should come into play and in turn hopefully we pass on those little gems of knowledge to future generations so maybe they can learn perhaps from our past mistakes and improve themselves in areas where they might be in some way lacking knowledge.

It’s an ongoing process, lessons can be learnt everyday and as in every educational capacity there will always be those who think they know best, don’t want to listen to what you have to say, think what you’ve said is all a pile of garbage or just want muck about, not giving a stuff about anyone else and their feelings regardless of the consequences.

 After all they’re” only joking “, they don’t really mean the stuff they said, it was only said in jest ,you should just chill out , not take life so seriously , words are only words and names are only names , they’re just little things that roll off the tongue , they don’t bust bones , they’ve never hurt anybody.

But that’s just it , they do , they pierce into the heart , make you feel unwanted , unloved and if you keep on passing that hatred on it just keeps on filtering on through from generation to generation.

We are not born like the Daleks as creatures created to hate, we are born as babies to grow and learn and thrive and love but if we are taught something by somebody like a parent or someone we hold great trust in there’s a chance we will believe in what they have said verbatim unless someone has the sense to put you right in your education.

So as you can imagine it truly appalled me to observe someone holding court with a group of their friends outside a local primary this week spouting all manner of derogatory names and insults as children filed past on their way on into school and their own child sat lovingly in their arms quietly drinking in every single thing their beloved guardian had to say.

Like I said there’s a time and a place for lots of things but never is there an excuse for the use of any kind of racism.

You say you want Britain to be great again, so let’s do it, draw a line under all prejudices, bigotry and abuse of the past.

And for the sake of the future generations really let this be for them, a brand new start.                                                                                                                                                                                                   

 

 

 

 

Some decisions seem like such a good idea at the time, like they’ll make everyone’s life much easier, rid us of any inconvenience and generally get things moving a whole lot more smoothly than they were previously.

Brainstorming sessions will be set up in order to fine tune and iron out any little details that might cause problems within the proposed proceedings then there’ll be a pat on the back for all as they stand back and admire their expertise in knowing just how to execute the objective which will no doubt have the public fawning at their feet.

However if you were the person who had the bright idea to send a slow moving tractor out on one of the busiest work and school routes into town to trim back the excess foliage on the pavements during the morning rush hour recently I suggest you go and have a good hard look at why this might have been a slight oversight on your part and maybe explain why the public seem somewhat reticent in naming you their hero of the week.

Parentpay-n in the arse

“Great news, we’ve listened to your thoughts, ideas and suggestions on how we can make our service much more efficient, quicker and convenient to use so stand back and gaze in wonder and amazement at how easy your life will become once we set these new and improved methods into motion.”

It’s an age old story isn’t it , that little paragraph of promise that offers so much , gets our hopes up only to dash  them ruthlessly when it becomes apparent that if anything rather than making life less complicated it has actually made it far more time consuming and difficult than it was in the first place.

Those of you with children at school may have had the misfortune like I, to be acquainted with one such service as this.

It was designed to take the hassle out of having to remember to send your kids into school with money, eradicating the need for them to carry it on their person and so you could keep a closer eye on what they were spending.

I speak of course of the magic of Parentpay, where money is spent by the touch of a screen and topping up their account as long as you had a gadget handy used to be just as easy .

Many a time dinner money and school trips have been paid for in the blink of an eye whilst out and about with just a few clicks on the relevant sections and within a minute or so the funds were good to go.

And we’d been getting along just fine and dandy for the past two years until recently when somebody suddenly decided our lovely content relationship needed a bit of a makeover, rearranged everything and spoilt our easy going flow.

Gone was the straightforward add to basket and checkout method where you could chuck in everything you wanted to pay for, connect to your bank for a direct debit and go.

 Now you have to go through the rigmarole of waiting for your bank to top up your own account with funds before choosing which items you want to pay for one by one and confirming each one singularly whilst you contemplate throwing your phone, tablet or iPad out the nearest window as each page takes aeons to load up on the go slow.

So Parent pay a little suggestion from someone who happens to be that person that your name relates to;

If you’re going to market your new look as amazingly efficient and time saving it’s probably best to make sure that the process doesn’t take almost twice as long as it ever did before.

 

Here they come, with blatant disregard for the ways and culture of others, doing whatever the hell they like and not giving a damn about the consequences.

They wreck the cities and towns with their litter and volatile behaviour, claiming ignorance when challenged because they’d much rather communicate using their own lingo than learn to speak the dialect of the country that they are in.

Spoiling everyone else’s day just because things haven’t gone their way and certainly not giving two hoots whether their behaviour is entirely appropriate in front of those who might genuinely be trying to enjoy themselves while out with their partners , friends or kids.

They should show some respect, learn what is acceptable if they want to be allowed to stay, show that behaviour like this is not a reflection of what everybody is like where they come from because it only takes a small minority to tarnish the reputation of an entire country.

I know everyone feels passionate about their national team but it doesn’t give you an automatic right to behave like a total idiot and as disgracefully as some “fans “ have done so far at Euro 2016.