You hot heads always running your mouth...

Well of course arguments are unavoidable. They spring up on us even at the most unlikely of times. We argue with people we love and people we hate which means your next argument is just round the corner... or is it? No it is... but still we can try and not expel energy on such a pointless act.

Arguments normally start from a disagreement between two people... or more. But they normally escalate because these people don't know when to shut up or because they just care about whatever it is they're arguing about. And that's what it comes down to really. Why any of us argue is because we care. Which is fine, but why does caring about something have to lead to this. Wait where am I going with this again? Okay so first of all, the reason why I stay so cool most of the time is because firstly I stay out of opinionated people's way and also because I actually don't care about very much. There are not many things in this world that I would have an argument with someone about. Because honestly I just don't care. But I know, not everyone is a robot like me and a bit of a recluse.

So how do you just stay out of it. Well i've lived by this rule for most of my life and I just never realised until now. So I am someone who tries and accepts people for who they are. Even though I might not necessarily like it, and trust me most of the time I don't, just being able to accept that this person is the way they are will just help you keep a cool head about a lot of things. Because you're never going to change this person, and why should you? They are who they are just accept it. Accept that this person has acted in this way or said this thing because that is who they are. No point getting angry about it or frustrated. And of course there are times when you do have to say something or make your feelings known but coming from a non-confrontational perspective will help in the way you deal with the situation. No accusations or judgements, we're all humans and we're all different. Just face it. And hopefully you'll find yourself becoming a lot more tolerant of people's BS.

The way I like to look at it is that I'd want people to just accept me for who I am. I am sure I piss people off with the way I am and people have said this to me but its when they realise that that is just the way I am, they can accept it and just move on. It also explains a lot of our actions and the things we say. And yes I know it's hard and takes time to realise people for who they really are, which is fine. Just take everything as it comes. No one is out to ruin your life... actually MOST people are not out to ruin your life. Take nothing to heart, be happy and be you.

Oh, but this is no excuse to act like a complete and utter tool.

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The next station is...

Do you ever look at someone when you're on the train and just try and guess their story. Why are they on this train right now? Where have they been, where are they going? It's crazy thinking about it. Every one you see is on their own personal journey... just like you.

Where have you come from? Where exactly are you going? You don't know? Neither do I? But you'll figure it out. I mean you can plan all you like but no one knows what the future holds and its impossible to be prepared for every possibility. So roll with the punches, take life as it comes and one day it will be kind. A lot of people are frightened about their future which is understandable. My future terrifies me but I'm excited to see where I end up.

As per my previous posts I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Sitting at home while the rest of your family is out working is a depressing experience. But that's all coming for me. Wake up, work, eat, sleep and repeat. Needless to say its not a glamorous lifestyle but a necessary one if you want any chance of surviving in this world. Remember everyday you're writing a new page in your book. In years to come when someone reads your story, give them something exciting to experience. Time isn't on our side and I know a lot of people say to make the most out of your life but you really really do. I wish I took that advice years ago. I mean I've done stuff, but there are also things I look back on and think what if? You're never going to stop having those thoughts but lets try and limit it at least.

So you're sitting on a train, where are you going, where have you been? The woman sitting across from you, where has she been what is her destination? That group of kids, what's their story? Well you'll never know unless you ask, and I'm not saying you should ask every single person where they're going, but the point is the fact that you don't know is the beauty of it. There are endless possibilities for why they are riding that train at that moment in time, and it's not our job to guess what those possibilities are but embrace the fact that you've crossed paths with this person that is 1 in 7 billion.

What's your story going to be tomorrow? You don't know... well, just make it good.

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Another major city checked off the list

I don’t know how many of you guys have been to Liverpool but it’s quite the place. I mean the only reference I have for Liverpool is the football club and their motto “You’ll never walk alone” which is actually pretty good advice when I found myself walking the streets of Liverpool at midnight. But I guess it’s not all that bad, it has many characteristics of most major cities in the UK, major homeless problem, lively night life and plenty of chicken shops. However I was there for a work conference meaning I was there for you know… work. Well actually that’s where you’d be wrong because I got to experience Liverpool night life and wow it was quite the experience.

So my new colleagues and I all started off together as we had an area in Brooklyn Mixer to ourselves. It started off as more of a social thing then turned into a right ol’ knees up. And for the most part it was great, meeting like minded people from all different parts of the UK was somewhat satisfying. And by like minded I mean camp people. It’s almost impossible to speak about camp to non-camp people so being in a room filled with people who understood all my references and just “got” camp culture was pretty great. Anyway I digress…

So we’re all having a good time when an incident throws a spanner in the works which basically ended up with us leaving the place. We didn’t get kicked out but we left none the less, and off to watch the Glolovkin and Brook we went. Now I’m pretty much a fair-weather boxing fan, I’ll just jump on the band wagon when a big fight is happening. You’re probably wondering where this story is going. I promise it’s going somewhere. So anyway after Brook got his arse handed to him we left the club and got a real feel for what Liverpool night life was like. Did I tell you guys about Swansea? I think I did. But yeah it was a lot like that. And hearing drunk scousers screaming all over the place isn’t a pleasant experience. Did I mention everyone in Liverpool is a scouser and they’re all so amazed when someone down south is in the city. But that’s another story. So yeah, Liverpool equals pure carnage for everyone involved.

Now here’s the apex of this story. Now i know some bouncers are funny about the people they let in to their clubs but we were literally the least threatening group I’ve ever seen. We couldn’t even intimidate a melon if we tried. For anyone interested, this club was called Level. AVOID IT AT ALL COSTS. So we made our way down the road of freedom and debauchery, after being told to enter by one of the promoters, when we’re stopped by one of the bouncers. He asks us how many is in our group. To which we timidly reply, 8. Which is like the generic size of a group going out. But apparently, this was too much. Having 8 people in the club that know each other may cause problems. And then, this is where it gets ridiculous, one of the bouncers looks at my shoes and says “we don’t allow huaraches” you know those pretty despicable nike shoes that all the “cool” kids wear. First of all let me just say those were just not the trainers I was wearing so he’s already messed up there. We tell him they’re not huaraches but no, that;s not enough for him he has to approach me and closer inspect the label which to his dismay read “adidas”. Sorry mate. Honestly though what differences does it make what shoes I’m wearing. Those trainers are just one of many different types of trainers that exist. I understand there is a conceived perception of the type of people that wear them but to assume everyone the wears them is like that is prejudice and to not let people in because ion it is discrimination. If you don’t allow them then don’t allow trainers full stop. So we walked away, with our dream of entering Level dead. You know that club that is 1 of hundred of clubs in Liverpool. Oh the bouncer also cursed us out numerous times.

After that though, the rest of the night was decent. Liverpool has such a vast array of clubs, its quite interesting. One venue looked like an abandoned house which made me feel a bit “hip”. As you guys know I’m not really the “going out” type so its hard for me to comment how good Liverpool is. But from my numerous years working in the clubs and events industry I can say it will definitely not disappoint. I mean literally every single place there was a stag or hen do. Also were you guys aware of how many chicken shops are actually in Liverpool. I mean I’m from East London which is chicken shop capital and even I was surprised. I just didn’t expect it from a place like Liverpool. And I swear they just never close. Gonna have to speak to bossman about extending his opening hours.

Moving away from the night life, visiting different cities in the UK often feels like you’re in a new country and Liverpool was no different. There were all these shops that I’ve never heard of and people speaking in a weird accent. I’m all about being cultured but I’m sorry the scouse accent is just jarring after a while. I’m really sorry… still love you Liverpool. A great thing about the city centre though is that they literally have every shop you can think of in walking distance to each other. All the big boys, Primark, H&m, pound land (they love their pound shops). Actually thats another thing. The food there is kinda cheap, the amount of signs I saw for cheap fry-ups was pretty incredible.

I think I’ve spoken for long enough. I hopefully I just gave you a deep glimpse into my Liverpool adventure but I guess this post culminates with 1 question, Would I live in Liverpool? No. No I bloody well wouldn’t. 

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