Seborah's Blogspot World

My life right now is like a movie; I won't change in for the world. I once had this friend who said to me that the closest his parent came to telling him about "the facts of life" was to say to him that, when he was with his girlfriend, not to leave maps of India on the sheets. I found that hilarious! I guess you don't always get the information you need to know from the people you trust the most. Take last week for instance: I had the best week and the most peculiar. "Dexter" has gone down in history with me as one of the very best TV programmes ever and I shall miss it till the next season. The final episode in the series sent my heart aflutter with screams of "bravo!", "bravo!". Not to mention that my brain was twisting in and out doing somersaults. It's a programme full of immense suspense, honesty and the most incredible characters - everyone in it is flawed. But the way these elements are put together conjours up the most riveti...

Would you rather be a migrant or a thug? I was reading today's Metro and came across a story of an individual called David Oluwale - a Nigerian immigrant who met an untimely and brutal end in Leeds, Engl and in 19 69 (Metro, page 27). A play is being performed tonight at the Hackney Empire dealing with the circumstances surrounding his death (something I thought would have more relevance in Leeds than in London). Which sort of reminded me of another group currently in the news at the moment - Somali pirates. Though many might work very hard, immigrants tend to be tagged as spongers. I never really understood the issue of illegal immigration: If you were born in a country surely you have a duty or maybe an obligation to make a contribution to that country, instead of turning up somewhere else and expecting a handout. The stigma (sponger) and immigrant tend to go hand-in-hand, when most people in a society tend to pay their own way and live their lives aiming to make a contribution ...

It looks like the week is off to an interesting start already. I've been online all day today to check on my accounts; the status of which has been really alarming 'cos the hackers have been busy. Ah, they did leave me one e-mail: some islamic woman wants money. Not from me you don't; I aint got any. Well I should have loads by now but that's another story. Haven't had time to follow my normal schedule because apparently a leak has sprung-up in the living-room ceiling in my house. I normally programme my mother's Sky set-top box TV planner to view the programmes I like, which would normally be deleted each time I set a programme! So coincidentally, a leak appeared in the ceiling and my mother has dismantled the system. The place looks like we just moved in. Someone saying he was from British Gas was here this morning, apparently to check on the boiler, again!. It's perhaps the fifth time that the boiler has been inspected in the last 9 months. I wish I coul...