Mrs Papa Lazarus, Royaly and Ben Fogle
Sunderland has one of the biggest air shows in Europe, it is on in the last weekend on July every year, most people love taking shots of the planes and other vehicles, nothing wrong with that it is an air show, but what floats my boat is people. The air show is full of all the fun of the fair, there is the obvious attractions like the planes and the boats and the best Army in the world is there showing us what they are made of, this is the British Army of course! There is also a lot of side shows which is the usual things like Merry go rounds and catch a goldfish blah blah, but the thing that caught my eye was the scruffy caravan smack in the thick of it, now don’t get me wrong there are some things that I believe in like love at first sight and the fact that if you think well you will feel well and looking good makes you feel good, but, some people seem to go the extra mile and believe that there is a whole other world living among us, that world is the living dead. Let’s be honest here, yes there is a lot of things that can’t be explained, yes strange things happen and we have no idea on how they happen, but come on, to say that some people can talk to the dead is the biggest scam there is, the say prostitution is the oldest profession in the world, if so these so called mediums have to come a close second in the oldest profession stakes, instead of paying psychic investigators in trying to work out if these people are real or not would it not be a good idea to pay psychologists instead to find out what makes people believe theses charlatans instead? I have nothing real nice to say about these people as in my mind they prey on the weak and vulnerable and end up making the grieving process last a hell of a lot longer than it should, I guess it is in human nature to want to know, and that some people will get comfort thinking that their loved ones are right with them, this is fair play, I would certainly hope that there is life after death and that we will all meet again but I don’t need some muppet with a tea towel on their head with more jewellery hanging off than Lotto winner Michael Carol to tell me they are at peace and watching every move I make, FFS if this is the case then I am now going to be paranoid as hell, if it is true then all of my family and friends who have died after I reached the age of 16 have not only witnessed me breaking several hundred laws which I wont go into on the WWW but also witnessed me getting so pissed in a pub on my 18th birthday after been forced to neck a pint of spirits which just so happened to make my body reject this deadly concoction onto the back of some poor female college friends back and legs, yes it is all part of growing up but ouch the shame of it, talk about paranoid I’m shitting bricks for when I reach the pearly gates I’m not only going to get a right old bollocking of my older relatives but my dead mates will be pissing themselves with laughter as soon as I get there, I seriously do not want to die now, lets just hope technology finds a way for us to live forever or at least until we are about 300 as people seem to forget over time ha ha.
