OK, I had to go and pick up Nick and Kirsty so I didn't get to finish this last night.

It's a beautiful day today and I was possibly supposed to be meeting up with someone but they didn't get back to me so I'm now just playing the waiting game before the store tonight.

Last time I got booed, so I'm hoping it won't be repeated.

Anyway I was talking about my facebook account. I'm fed up of getting asked to join groups and add applications. It's annoying. And whilst I was looking through which groups I'd been asked to join I saw two from a friend.

Two facebook groups with morals at the other end of the spectrum from each other, asked by the same person.

I don't believe in moral absolutes, but I just believe in having some level of consistency in your personal beliefs.

the first group was a petition against an artist, though all through the description the term artist was imprisoned in inverted commas, as if it is the nature of the audience to decide what is and what isn't art. Marcel Duchamp's description is the best description of art I've heard "If I call it art, it's art."

Anyway, the group was a petition against the artist Guillermo Vargas, who had a dog tied up in a gallery with phrases written in dog food across the walls, the press suggested that he starved the dog to death. this didn't happen, the dog was there for 3 hours before being released and fed.

This isn't enough for facebook the place where you still get petitions to stop the killers of James Bulger from being released, even though they were released years ago. Essentially it's people who don't check out the full facts and believe what they read on facebook.

I'd have let this go, but for the fact that the same person who sent me that sent me an invitation to join a group to "bring back Nestle secret bars" A chocolate bar from nestle.

Would that be the same Nestle who were one of the top offenders on a world health organisation list of unethical companies, and whose policy on baby milk in africa contributes to the death of 1.2 million children every year?

Yes, yes it would.

So one dog being hungry for a bit is enough to get her ire, but not the death of 1.2 million per year in the name of capitalism where a price can be put on a life.

Even if the dog had starved to death, it's one dog, 1.2 million children every year.

I'm going to send them a message just saying "you're a fucking idiot" and then delete them from my friends list.

I love you all

xXx

(except the fucking idiots)

I'm sat in Cranley Gardens, North London stopping over with friends because I'm doing the comedy store tomorrow night. Earlier today I handed in my dissertation, it ran over the word count by 2000 words, but I'd been up for 36 hours and the college was going to shut in an hour and tomorrow's the hand in date so I couldn't leave it any longer.

Now that that is out of the way I've only got one more essay to do. And then I'm free.

10 years ago I started my degree, then broke up with my girlfriend, went mad, got kicked out of uni, came home, came out to my parents as transsexual, went through all the processes that entailed, found love followed her to uni, broke up with her and shared a house with her for a year and then decided to tell my story as the Show Beth Becomes Her, the first time I performed it the woman I was to fall in love with and who I love and who doesn't seem to find any aspect of my personality objectionable was in that audience. Six months later I find myself trying to hand in 5 essays do two presentations and at the same time do all the stressful stuff surrounding getting a show to Edinburgh, and I had in my dissertation.

10 years. A week on wednesday I'll hand in an essay on the German TV show Heimat and relate it to Freud's notion of the Uncanny. and that will be the last piece of uni work I ever do. Blessed release.

I'm currently sat in a dark room writing this on a slightly broken laptop, trying to be quiet as Marty's sleeping on the couch a few feet away. It's his laptop.

I'm trying to check my emails and stuff, finally logging on to facebook after a few weeks away from a pc and I find a number of friend requests and group invitations.

Two of the group invitations inspired me to get online and write this, forgive me Chortle for I have sinned. It's been 6 months since my last regular confession...

One of my "friends" on facebook has sent me two invitations, on the invites list they're next to each other. As my name is fairly front-loaded alphabetically I get a whole bunch of these requests...

I've just got a phone call so I've got to bail. But I'll finish this otherwise it'll aggitate me for a long while.

Tomorrow.