Welcome to 2017

Welcome to 2017, most of our favourite celebrities and/or role models died last year. Muhammad Ali? David Bowie? Prince? Alan Rickman? Carrie Fisher? Her mother, Debbie? All dead and gone! there are a host of others too. Put it this way, if your favourite celebrity or role model didn't die last year then you're probably too young or dead already yourself. Anyway, back to 2017, the German chancellor has had to remind the President of the United States of America what the Geneva convention signifies. Britain isn't sure if she still wants to be a part of the EU or not. President Buhari has successfully become the worst Ruler Nigerians have had since 1985 when, well, General Buhari was the head of state of Nigeria. Nigerians elected him though so that says more about us than him.

People still die of hunger all over the world and wars still rage on and on while people who instigate and plan them discover new ways to stay as far away from the battle fields as possible. Every event is now a chance for people to get on the soapbox and peddle their propaganda, no matter how vile it is or how inappropriate the situation might seem. Every publicity has to be taken advantage of, lest people have peace of mind or, God forbid, think for themselves.

Some leaders and people of the most invasive civilizations in history have decided they no longer want people, from the countries invaded to build their civilization, trying to come over to their own countries. How dare they try to flee the hardship, in some cases wars, and try to secure a better future for their children in countries built by/on the blood, sweat and tears of their forefathers? They better go back and join ISIS and their likes (or get killed by ISIS for refusing to join) or die in the crossfire. Either way these bombs have to land on someone.

Cheer up though, it's not all doom and gloom. On the bright side, the field to choose the Cunt Of The Year from is ever increasing. Mourinho is no longer the undisputed champion. Who woulda thunk that a few years ago, eh? Even Piers big M small organ is now way ahead of him in the cunt stakes by a cuntry-mile(not to be confused by "a country-mile"). Tottenham are still in The Arsenal's shadow. Arsene Wenger is still our manager and we've got Ozil. Mesut Ozil. I just don't think you understand.  I mean, he's Arsene Wenger's man, he, really, is better than Zidane, we've got Mesut Ozil.

So cheer up, we might yet be able to salvage our world. There are still a lot of good things and people here with us. I reckon if we feed the world enough love, if we refuse to be swallowed by the hate, eventually love will win. Of course, we will still need to call out the odd unbearable cunt(s) from time to time and demand they be drawn and quartered. We will still lose some 'easy' games and shout "for fucks sake, Theo!" but in the end, love will win if we let love lead.

Some People

Some people are just nice. That’s just who they are or have become. They offer you help, compliments and basically everything they have, not necessarily because they expect you to do the same in their shoes but mainly because they understand what it feels like to be helpless or have nothing.

They remind you how beautiful/handsome you are because they know that sometimes life can make you undervalue yourself. They make extra efforts to stay in touch with you because they value your friendship, not because their lives aren’t busy too.

Some people love you, care for you and long to see you smile because they live for the smile they put on people’s faces. They give you a listening ear not because they would rather not listen to music or birds chirp but because they know how much better you will feel after talking to them and getting things off your chest.

These people stop to help random strangers because they understand that their loved ones, or they themselves, could be tomorrow’s random stranger. They know nice guys don’t get the girl but they just can’t be rude on purpose. They walk away from fights not because they can’t knock you out but because they would feel like shit seeing you bleed.

Some people just won’t argue with you, not because they don’t know you are wrong but because in a war of wits they would rather not fight an unarmed opponent. Some people help without asking for anything in return because they know it’s wrong to take advantage of people. They won’t have sex with your drunk ass because they know alcohol has impeded your senses, not because they aren’t man enough.

Some people live simple lives. They are not to be over-analysed, there are no sinister or ulterior motives behind their actions. With these people there is no pretence, what you see is what you get.

Some people are just nice. They are not stupid. They’re not weak. They are just nice!