Any ole iron

Another good weekend was had! The Friday night social club quiz was actually a good laugh - and not a Welsh Valley native in sight! Although we did come second. Very disappointing. The other guys on our team were quite proud, but to me - second means you just aint good enough. I don't want 2nd or 3rd: I want 1st. I don't want silver or bronze: I want gold. People who say "It's not the winning that matters it's the taking part" are usually people who lose at everything. Why enter a competition if you don't want to win? Because that's what games are; competition. So...compete, and stop being a loser.

Me and Emma took a trip to Colchester Zoo on Saturday. What a charmed life those chimpanzees lead. Lying around all day, eating, shitting and getting to throw that shit at complete strangers without being berated for it. If you can get away with it - why not??

I kind of have mixed morals about zoo's. I don't believe a wild animal's place is in a cage, no matter how big the cage is. But I love going to the zoo! Obviously if it looks like the animals are kept in bad conditions I will not visit again and I'll slander them all over my Blog. Plus there are specific reasons why some of them are kept in zoo's. All the same, it's sad to see an animal like a tiger - the most impressive animal I've ever seen - limited to wandering around a cage. But I guess that's life. If they were to be released into the wild having spent their entire life in captivity, would they survive? I'm sure not even the tiger would know the answer to that. But animals aren't stupid. In fact I'd go so far as to say a lot of animals are brainier than most humans. You only have to visit Southend for the day to realise that. So would it not be in the animals instinct to know what to do? I should probably watch more wildlife documentaries to find the answer - but do we really have all the answers? I'm becoming philosophical. I'll stop now before I start getting any crazy ideas.

On Sunday, we ventured out to a car boot sale in Foxhall. We acquired a pretty impressive haul of tat. I remember a time when I would refuse to enter any charity shops and was too embarrassed to rummage around a car boot. If I was shopping with my Mum and she wanted to look in a charity shop, I'd make a scene where I would act visibly disgusted by her suggestion - just in case anybody was left in any wonder about my (non-existant) middle-class status. Then I'd go get french fries from McDonalds and leave her to it. But now, I'm a total junk whore. I will buy clothes, DVDs, CDs...anything, from a charity shop and car boot. I do draw the line at underwear and shoes though. A guy was telling me today that he went to a car boot recently and somebody was selling vibrators - almost new. ALMOST NEW VIBRATORS. He swore he was telling the truth and I didn't believe him until he said it was in Great Yamouth, then I realised it was probably true.

But I don't care who sees me shopping now. I never understand why people brag about buying a pair of shoes that cost them thousands of pounds when some little Vietnamese kid probably put them together in a factory where the materials cost less than five pence. What's to brag about that? Oh yes you were just conned out of a thousand pounds for a bit of leather and a few beads - you must be very proud. Personally, I think there's more to be proud about by finding a vintage piece of clothing resembling the early days of Vivienne Westwood for £1 off a car boot sale. I mean, call me common, but isn't that more impressive...??