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The Parson’s Green terror attack.

Posted in London, Terrorism, The Media, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 18, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

As you’re no doubt aware London has been subjected to another terrorist attack, an explosive device placed by the doors of a train during a busy period. The attack would have been quite effective had everything gone to plan, which thankfully it did not. The device used was quite primitive and I believe it ended up detonating earlier than intended. I’m also surprised that nobody was killed in the ensuing panic. 

We only have to look at the blitz in London to know how deadly a human stampede can be in an underground station. The metropolitan police quickly apprehended the suspect. The bomb itself only injured people leaving a few with burns which is better than the alternative. The device was contained inside a bucket stored within a Lidl bag which it barely managed to destroy.

A Reddit user was quoted saying 

Marvel at the durability of Lidl plastic bags which are powerful enough to withstand the explosion of a bomb. German engineering.

As usual the English are already making jokes about the situation. Even I must admit this is like the worst terrorist attack ever which is actually a good thing. I think many Londoners share this sentiment. We’re bored of this shit now. I wouldn’t say it’s become a norm but it is definitely something we have come to expect every once in a while. A sad reality and result of conflicts in the Middle East. 

On the other side I’ve seen pictures of London mayor Siddique Khan holding a Lidl bag on the tube with a caption ‘we know who really did it.’ On one side I’m actually happy with our response to the attacks against our city and on the other I’m disappointed by things like that. That doesn’t seem to represent a majority of us but still a fairly significant portion. 

On the terror attacks and being sick of them, I often hear of some incident and turn check the BBC with a reaction something like the image below. 

I do understand that solving the issues caused in the Middle East and their repercussions here at home will take decades, the problem isn’t going to just go away. I can only hope we become more effective at preventing these attacks without that leading to further breaches of our rights and privacy by the wicked witch of Westminster.

Looking at the attack itself and the results there’s nowhere near the kind of tension in the air that there was after the previous attacks, back then I could pop a packet of crisps on a bus and people probably would have hit the deck or ran for their lives. This attack is mediocre in comparison. I doubt ISIS will even want to claim responsibility for these. Sometimes the way they operate reminds me of franchise restaurants, like the Subway of terrorism. 

Another concerning phenomena is the use of acid to attack people, it seems to have grown far more widespread suddenly. In a rare and useful move the government is pushing for harsher laws for those who attack others with acid and I believe considering a database/licensing for the purchase of acid, a move which to me seems quite reasonable. 

Shooting someone, stabbing someone or beating someone sure I can understand. These are pretty par of the course but to throw acid at someone implies a special kind of hatred or callousness. You don’t kill them but essentially ruin their entire lives even if they’re not blinded by it. Those people deserve life sentences. Speaking of stabbing the number of knife related incidents seem to have gone up as well as racially related attacks.

You get those moments where you think the world has gone mad, where you’d rather not turn on the news because all you’ll hear is depressing shit from home or some other part of the world that their is nothing in you can do about. I don’t tend to ignore these things even if they are uncomfortable because I like to stay informed but I can understand people who do. 

It’s a relief that this guy was such a shit terrorist his device could barely destroy a Lidl bag or we would need body bags right now.

-Misanthropist.

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Here I go again.

Posted in Business, England, Job hunting, London, Love, Unemployment, women, Work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2017 by MISANTHROPIST

About a week back now I applied for a job but instead of sending your average CV and covering letter I pitched. I started my old job in a sales position and went up from there. Everyone has to start somewhere right?

This summer: he was a salesman but the only thing he couldn’t sell… was himself. 

It’s a shit movie that either stars Rob Schneider or Will Farrell. Anyway, back to the point. So instead of the application I pitched him with ways I could improve and promote his business. I was pretty stoned and drunk if I’m honest and it was a shot in the dark. I never expected a reply.
I didn’t check my email for a number of days afterwards. I woke up one morning to the sound of my phone buzzing. I didn’t answer it right away and received a text shortly afterwards. I answered this message maybe three hours later and received another call. 

I answered this one. We had a short conversation during which I treated him as an equal rather than a potential employer. I asked him questions about his business. Extensive questions really, I wondered if I had been too forward but he was eager to talk to me.

Three days after the application he received my CV and I had a phone call within minutes. It went from a job application to a business meeting in a very short time. We arranged a time and a place. Liverpool Street, London. 

I attended the meeting and we sat down for drinks that he paid for. We discussed his business plan and marketing strategy. He was throughly impressed by my contribution and I now have a job with salary, bonuses and part ownership of the business. A small percentage but it’s a start. 

It’s funny really. I found myself again, like Ouroboros, exactly where I started. Outside dirty dicks in Liverpool Street. Where I had been staying with the Brazilian girl two years ago. I went in for a beer to celerate my success. It felt strange. I half expected her to come out of nowhere.

We walked down these roads together. I saw the ghost of her, the streets we walked and where we shared our first kiss. It was a strange feeling. If  we ever ran into one another again I’m sure it would end in one of two ways: fuck or fight. Still a part of me wanted to see her there.

So here I am, awaiting the paper work. The contract will be signed within a week. The business is vaping by the way. I’m getting part ownership with zero financial risk. I can’t complain about that. I still consider the man my boss as it’s his money and without him I’d still be up shit creek without a paddle.

God today has been weird. I have slept three hours in the last 48 and not eaten a single bite of food in the last 52 hours. Maybe that’s why I miss her suddenly. Maybe it was nostalgia. I don’t really know. Wherever gatinha is I hope she’s happy now. Jesus fuck I’m getting sentimental. 

I’ve never been so sad to be successful. 

-Misanthropist.