Be Excellent To Each Other

What the fuck has that got to do about planes?

Truly, we are what is known as a wanker.

Someone said to me once that the colelctive noun is 'bolus'. It might have been Stephen Fry, adn on the radio.

Sorry I should have mentioned that was my summary of the dogtoffee post as requested.

The Readers Digest condensed and abridged version.

Awesome. Google suggests:-

Leah Betts died of a water overdose, not E. I can't confirm whether she cooked some pasta in the water first though.

Quality over quantity.

Know what else this mental cunt has noticed? hypocrisy. OH FUCK NO NOT JC SPOTTING HYPOCRISY AGAIN !

Does any one remember when RevOwen died?

Does any one remember the out pouring of grief, condolences to his family and empathy?

I sure remember saying something, how sad it was and I would miss him.

Why though? why should I miss him? I didn't know him right?

Ahh, but there's the kicker. I had read his posts on the internet. I didn't know him and I had never spoken to him before.

I didn't know Amy either. I had never met her and likely never would. But I had heard her songs.

So tell me, what's the fucking difference? Why didn't any one come along with this BS cold hearted shit then?

Does that mean that a really, really large collection of wankers is called a hyperbolus?

A great number of people on this forum had met Owen before, and many of those who hadn't had had some sort of connection with him through Usenet, forums, Twitter etc.

I'm Bruno Shit.

I'm already full. Of pasta.

And a great number had not. And a great number posted in this condolence thread going over many pages and even sent money.

Why? because they had read his postings on the internet. I've heard Amy's songs on the radio and on the CDs I have.

I feel I know what kind of people they were equally.

Yet, when Owen died we had none of this shit about "Well fuck him because I didn't even know him".

If you're going to be a nasty cunt at least remain steadfast.

What the fuck are you blathering on about?

Not everyone met him in real life but most of us 'talked' to him on a daily basis.

Guys, trolls are like T. Rex -- they can only see movement. So everyone just stand still and hope the raptors haven't learnt to open doors.

And I listened to Amy's music on a daily basis. I understood her. I sat and listened through her lyrics and I sensed the darkness. It spoke to me.

Much in the same way that I am sure many people who had never met Owen were cheered up by his seemingly endless happiness and being an overall nice chap.

Either way you are missing the point now and going sideways. The fact is that in any case of some one dying it's not usually a good idea to be a member of the FSK.

Oh fuck JC busts an in house joke that no cunt gets.

And as far as I am aware none of us spoke to Winehouse on a forum, played online games with her, etc.

Although there was that time Mr Dave wore a beehive wig and shot up with heroin while we were playing Halo, but that doesn't count.

It's too late. The twinkle of a LED has caught his eye...

Know what's really funny? When you came along posting about your chest pains and a suspected embolism I posted to wish you well.

Fact is I don't really like you and tend to see you as a dick. However, just because I don't like you doesn't mean I should come along and be a spiteful cunt.

So cast me off as a troll. You're simply confirming what I already knew.

DocGrimDavpa... sorry, so up each other's arses I don't know where one ends and the next one begins.

Give it a rest. If you've come back here just to stir shit up, then I suggest you stop.

Yeah. Caught a good few eyes actually. Namely enough to get me on the gravy boat.











Did you see that? my Epeen just doubled in size to four inches.

And why's that? because I might upset the broth?

Funny how you kept your mouth shut when people used to take the piss out of me all the time eh?

So in summation, Dave, go fuck yourself.

BAAAAAH

Classic troll response! Well done.

It seems Captain Darling has summoned General Melchett back.

I have literally no idea what that means, or why you have put up some pictures of neon skipping rope in a bloody garish breadbin.

Was I your designated defender? Sorry, I missed the memo.

And are you one now? Oh fuck, sorry, forgot to pay attention to your crown like stature.

And a great number hadn't myself included.

Yet, instead of being a spiteful wanker and finding something bad to say about him I instead passed on my wishes and sadness at what had happened.

Now I could have said "Ah well, didn't know him so I shouldn't really care".

The difference was no, I didn't know him. I did care though. It was terribly sad. Now if I was unable to feel those emotions I would have said nothing at all. Simply as it wouldn't really be the right thing to do. I'm grateful I felt sad. I'm grateful that I knew how his wife would feel losing some one she loved so dearly and shed a few tears.

Maybe that was a little silly considering I had never met Owen, nor had even really noticed him before. It still didn't detract from the fact that it was terribly sad.

So you're a more empathic person than a lot of other people are. You should probably be quite proud of that. Still doesn't buy you (or others) the right to be outright offensive to lots of other people for not feeling the same way.

Apropos of nothing, I've been referred to the cardiology department of my local hospital after I had an MRI of the heart during a fun research trial. They saw something they didn't like and want to check stuff.

I'm sure it'll be alright.

At least it wasn't generic troll which is the best you seem to be able to muster.

Wall of text...summarise...bleh.

Blimey, hope so fella.

You probably brought it on yourself, you cunt.
Why should I care? Cunt

Hope everything is ok. Cunt

Aye I'm sure it will be, this heart has run two marathons y'know.

It would have been helpful if the first hint of there possibly being something wrong wasn't the letter saying 'You're on the waiting list'. Turns out my GP had referred me and not told me.

As unlikely as it is, if I do pop off in teh meantime from Sudden Death Syndrome, I give you all permission not to give a shit and remark that actually, I'm a cunt who brought it on himself.

Would I get my tenner back?

I already did that, I'm trying to manage my time more efficiently.

That would only apply if I died mid-marathon, and being strictly fair you'd only get a proportional refund for the distance I'd achieved before cashing out.

That right there is a sign it's highly unlikely to be serious -- even the creaky old NHS doesn't fuck about with anything that might be a serious heart problem (I know from experience), so there'd be no waiting list, you'd be in Emergency Admissions at once.

Well, you clearly wore your heart out running those marathons. So it really is all your own fault.

it's just occoured to me that you'd better have run it in under 1 hour 24 minutes, otherwise I'm paying you less than the minimum wage.

Thanks that is very generous of you. However I don't think I could stoop that low so I wish you well.

Indeed, that's what the locum said after I asked if I was allowed to drink alcohol or run in the meantime.

What the dude actually said was the part of the scan they could see showed dilated ventricles, which might be something or nothing. The referral is just for a better look with a possibility of whatever they saw in the first place not even registering. I don't actually think I'm a moment from dea- *ack*

The next time I beg for cash it'll be for an amount comensurate with the minimum wage x my anticipated time

And do you know why that is Craster?

Because I've felt the hate. Because I've felt the sadness. And, most importantly because I understand.

I've lived with ignorance looking over me all my life. My own brother.. My own fucking brother used to throw glasses of cold water into my face to wake me out of a drug fuelled stupor to tell me to "Get up and go and find a fucking job you lazy cunt". I don't blame him. He saw this loud and obnoxious hateful cunt that was his brother embarass him. He brought people to the house and I made a cunt of myself and embarassed him. I embarassed my mother.

It took him to literally watch me break down and fall to bits 16 months ago to finally 'get it'. Up until that stage he had never seen me in that state. I went to stay at his house for a couple of days and had a depressive episode and sat there telling my sister in law how wonderful suicide was because it ended the suffering and pain. That some times it's the only way out and people should just do it to end their suffering.

I knew then I had to get out, but it was too late. I asked my brother to drive me to the train station and on the way I just sat there crying. I told him I was fine, got on the wrong train and arrived home around five hours later. That was one of the first times in my life that he showed me any true empathy.

We get on really fucking well now. He's dropped the ignorant one liners like, if I get nervous and talk too much he used to say "You taken your pills today?".

I think it hit him really hard when my mother began to reveal the secrets about his grandparents that he never knew, as you really shouldn't know as a child. They weren't quite as perfect as the picture of them in his head depicted. Instead he came to find that his father's mother was sectioned in Springfields in Tooting many times, for six months to a year at a time.

Now thankfully it missed him. I wasn't so fucking lucky, it hit me right in the face.

You know, I never came to this forum expecting all out understanding. I fucking knew it was going to be riddled with problems and, like many times in the past, I would make a complete cunt of myself. However, I hoped that even if people weren't able to understand it then they would simply ignore it, passing me off as that "mental cunt".

But that's not quite what happened. In moments of me being fucked up people would simply take the piss. I was as honest as I could be about it, given that when you've lived a life I have you tend not to care what people think about you. If you do care then the self hate becomes so much that you end up like me when I was 25. That was the turning point. That was when I realised I had better grow a tough skin if I wanted to remain alive. However, it doesn't mean I am not able to feel the pain of some one taking the piss, especially when I have been honest about what makes me who I am and people (seemingly) deliberately ignoring it and making my shit life even shitter.

As I typed it I was trying to think of the right word for it, bad reaction, tainted pill - are they the same as a OD? When you get bad smack they still call it a OD.

People are saying that during her last weeks she was heavily into E and that's what she was on when she did her last "perfomance" , she may have been on any number of things but given the state of her I would not be suprised if it was E - somone in her state isn't exactly going to be thinking "oh I must put down this gin and drink the right amount of water" . E is a "safe" drug to a degree if you use it right but munching down on them constantly will freaking kill ya quicker than smack.*

*Or leave you in a wheelchair, E likes to om nom nom on your fluids. If you don't drink enough water it will happily chow down on your spinal fluids and take your brain fluids as pudding. Drinking Alcahol makes it worse and drinking too much water on it will screw up your liver and kidneys.

Hating on people for not being compassionate means that you're not compassionate. I mean, someone wished someone dead earlier in this thread, ffs.

There's a world of difference between the two events.

I didn't really talk to Owen much or have much to do with him other than seeing his posts on here, but I still passed on my wishes and condolences. Why? Because he was a member of this forum, and was loved by many.

Amy Winehouse was only one of those.

I'm sure, had she been a member of BeEx (in some bizarro parallel universe) it would have been an entirely different thread.

I heard he was reaching in to recover a penne he'd dropped.