The northlondonhippy

Archive for January, 2009

Hey fuckers! I’ve signed up for Twitter again, this time for real!

If you want to follow me, please feel free to add @nthlondonhippy. Fuck knows what I’ll be posting; I guess we’ll all find out together!

I can recommend following Stephen Fry (@stephenfry), the British actor, tv presenter and genius. He’s both prolific and entertaining, 2 things I aspire to be!

I tend to read tweets on my iPhone, as their bite sized nature makes them perfect for enjoying on a handheld device.

Ok so I’m late to the Twitter party, but at least I’m there now. Where’s the bar? This hippy could use a stiff drink. Or even better, a big fat juicy spliff!

(Blogged from my goddamn muthafuckin’ iPhone, yo)

Hey hey. Its the middle of the night and I am at work. Where you at?

Its a heavy week for me, I am doing many nights in a row then I have over a week off. I can’t wait!

My birthday has mercifully passed uneventfully except for the weird virus I had for over a week. I hate being sick.

In general I feel crap most days; the thyroid thing I have remains a real drag.

I got one very cool gift from my brother, the nearly complete box set of the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica. I watched it all in less than a week, which either makes me an über cool geek or a very sad middle aged man. I’ll leave it to you to decide which.

The final ten episodes of BSG are running now, in the states and here in the UK on SKY. I’m all caught up which is cool too.

BSG is very classy and engaging, my brother has been singing its praises for years. He’s right, it rocks!

I think I’ve wasted enough of your time, but sadly not enough of my own. Catch ya next time.

(Blogged from my muthafuckin’ iPhone)

Our stupid government went ahead and reclassified weed today, against the advice of the scientists, medical experts and drug advisors. Cannabis has been returned to Class B, which means penalties for simple possession have increased, but penalties for dealing and production remain the same, sort of…

While not in place yet, a 3-strike system is to be implemented later in the week. On your first offence, you will be given a warning, on your second, you will be fined 80 quid and on your third, you will be charged. Naturally, this new penalty system is not in place today and won’t be until at least midweek. The government couldn’t even co-ordinate the change in classification and the new penalties so they started on the same day and they’ve had over a year to plan it. Losers!

So why did they change the classification?

I don’t know, there isn’t a single good reason for the change. Laws regarding cannabis are even more muddled and confusing now than they ever were!

The advice from the various government advisory boards was to leave it in Class C, but if they did that, they couldn’t score any political points with our poorly informed electorate.

Check out this BBC report for more details.

No one in the UK government is interested in the truth, or doing the right thing where cannabis is concerned. I am so disappointed and depressed by this stupid outcome, words cannot begin to express my distress.

I found this list of Cannabis Myths from a drug organisation in the US state of Indiana. Even they know more about weed than Gordon Brown and his idiotic cabinet. Please read it so you can be armed with the truth being denied us by the media and the government here.

Gordon Brown may still not be long for politics as the current economic depression (someone has to say it) may sink his career yet. If it does, it will be the one good thing to come from an otherwise bleak financial outlook. Here’s hoping!

Hey fuckers! I’m blogging from my iPhone again.

I am having a rather dull and dreary night at work with precious little to actually do.

Covering a war is lively at first and then you settle into a routine. Yes I am as callous and jaded as I sound. I have been covering wars for around 20 years, they’re all pretty much the same. People die, lots of them.

Life is so fragile and we are all so breakable. Its a wonder more of us aren’t killed more often.

The thing about covering wars from a distance, as I’ve mostly done, is you get to see some of the most harrowing scenes of suffering. By the time it arrives on the tv in your living room, its been sanitized and censored, to protect you from images you are likely to find distressing.

I strongly disagree with that. You have just as much right to see the uncensored horrors as I do and my media colleagues should not be denying you from seeing the truth.

I don’t find strong images offensive, but I do think war and the needless slaughter of civilians is extremely offensive.

I guess I picked the wrong job. Or rather the wrong job chose me!

(blogged from my iPhone)

Seven days into the brand spankin’ new year and I am already filled with optimism and hope. And by optimism and hope, I really mean depression and despair.

All my tv wants to show me is that nasty shit going on in the mideast. Why do they keep making sequels to that movie? I’ve seen it all before. That said, there’s something more upsetting about it this time. Its wholesale slaughter at an industrial scale and it sickens me.

I just wish I could change the channel but I really wanna see how it all turns out. Maybe someone could tip me off just before Rambo arrives and illustrates the pointlessness rather than glory of warfare. And by Rambo, of course I mean Gandhi.

I’m bored to the point of disgust at seeing children murdered and maimed. I can’t be the only one who has seen more than enough of this shit. Why don’t they all just stop?

Closer to home, or rather right here at home, north London has been submerged in sub-zero temperatures for what seems like a few weeks now, with each successive night providing another record-breaking low. Brrrrrrrrrrrr!

The thermometer in my car hit a rather chilly -2 yesterday, which was an all time record low for me and it hasn’t gone above +1 in over a week.

We’re not used to this sort of cold here in London and its bringing everyone down, especially with no respite in sight. All we need is some snow to complete this wintery hell and trust me, I’m not wishing for it.

And the economy is so far into the toilet it can taste the salt in the ocean.

Weed is going be returned to Class B from its present position in the more appropriate and recommended by gov’t advisors, Class C. That really sucks.

Things are indeed looking distinctly bleak as 2009 begins.

Even Apple let me down yesterday, with a MacWorld keynote devoid of any new toys for me to purchase. My credit card was revved up and ready, but it had nowhere to go.

Remember, if it weren’t for cool consumer electronics and soft drugs, I would have no joy in my life.

And its my birthday in a couple weeks, I could really do without that.

Oh moan, moan, moan, moan, moan!

While I can’t say I am filled with the joys of the season, I still wanted to take a moment to wish everyone out there in internetland the happiest of happy new years!

December 2008 was another record-breaking month here at northlondonhippy.com and as a reward to my loyal staff, I’m taking them all out for a slap up meal and open bar evening at a fancy-pants restaurant in central London.

Oh wait, I don’t have any staff. I better cancel that reservation. I wonder if I will get my deposit back?

Yep, last month broke November’s record. Cool, thanks.

I’m not doing anything to advertise, I don’t know where all these new people are coming from. They’ve just appeared and they’re staying. I better set up the sofa bed!

I also want to thank those of you who sent kind emails to me following my previous post. When I’m up to it, I’ll reply to you all individually.

2009 will be the year all your hopes and dreams come true. If anyone asks you how you know, tell them some hippy wrote it on the internet.

And everyone knows, everything published on the internet is true!