Belatedly, I Have Nothing to Say.

I have been wondering what to write about for a while. I was, for some time, considering posting articles I had done for journalism (my course, incidentally). However, that idea — due to the fear of being called a plagiarist — has since been scrapped. It did start the brain to crank through the gears, though.

I am not even sure I believe in plagiarism, for an idea can never truly be thought only once. That much is evident in independent evolution, the striking similarities between upcoming video-games InFamous and Prototype, and even in movies. Of course, a few bad eggs will, word for word, copy someone else’s work in an attempt to pass it off as their own.

However, those people are surely in a minority, and I – we – should not be made to suffer for that, no? Anyway,  I will instead just touch on a few things I have come to realise whilst bemoaning my very, very dull existence.

To say I live in a rough town would be an understatement. It is not rough around the edges, either; it is rough as in this town – if it were personified – would tell other towns to just walk away. This town, my town, would drive a one-litre diesel, front wheel drive car with an unnecessary large rear spoiler and exhaust. It would also, most likely, have an ASBO.

As a fishing town, we take an unusual pride in the sea. However, with EU regulations and the like prompting a change in the way we fish our seas, my town has been made to stop over-fishing in an attempt to, you know, save the planet. My town, or its inhabitants, does not like that.

So, we have seen the birth of residents claiming that they cannot maintain a standard of living thanks to, and you have probably guessed it (and because I have some tact I won’t actually say who they blame, but rather), fear mongering and the inability to fish their own water. That is how much spunk, or spine, or ignorance, my town has. Their already apparent sheer lack of common decency and sense has been intensified, and they complain that it is everyone else’s fault that we have been over-fishing our oceans for far too long.

This is just the tip of the iceberg, in terms of how bad my town can seem. However, I would never ask that it change, or dream of it, because in its own special way my town provides me an infinite amount of laughs that I hope to, on another dull day, share with you. I also apologise, this could have been written and edited to a better standard, but take it for what it is, the first rant I have ever dared to share with you.

Better still, I do not even like fish.

~ by Jamie on April 11, 2009.