Death by ignorance

Read more at Two more dead prostitutes and still the UK won’t change the law.

I’ll point out the obvious – I’ve never used one and I sorely doubt I ever will. However, even the UK law states that a woman can recieve money in exchange for sexual favours, so prostitution is legal. However… a woman can’t advertise – that’s “solicitation”. She can’t work out of the same premises as another prostitute. As well as being safer, it’s “running a brothel”. She can’t pick someone up in a car on a well-lit street – “kerb crawling”. Her partner can’t help her and spend her income – or he’s guilty of “living off immoral earnings”.

Essentially, while prostitution itself is actually legal, everything around it is not, leading to the shady world that most prostitutes end up working in and therefore vastly increasing the danger they put themselves into. If they’re going to do it, they’re going to do it. So why not follow on from the Europe we’re all supposed to be part of and legalise and regulate it?

Increased revenue from income tax would help cover mandatory health checks. Premises would be placed in non-residential areas to avoid problems with families not wanting their kids to see “ladies of the night” selling their wares outside the garden gate. Policing would be easier and safety increased by allowing brothels to exist.

Or as a nation are we really that ashamed to admit that women would receive money for sex (or that men would pay for such a thing) that we’re prepared to let death, disease, drugs and violence result from our ignorance?

OK, so that was rhetorical but I think the answer’s an obvious “yes”. Shitty country. No wonder I prefer NZ.

Worst… xmas album… ever

But still a work of genius. Twisted Sister’s A Twisted Christmas just downloaded itself magically onto my laptop (illegal? really?) and it’s a steaming pile of metallic turd… but so absolutely, cheese-reekingly, diabolically bad that it’s just amazing.

Highlight so far is “Oh Come All Ye Faithful” done to the tune of “We Ain’t Gonna Take It”. I hate xmas songs. Hell, I hate xmas – I’m a miserable bastard – but this has put a right grin on my chops after all the fucking muzac versions in the malls around Singapore right now.

Twisted Sister do indeed rock like motherfuckers!!!!

Google Ads gone

For those who’ve not noticed, the Google Ads have been removed from the blog. I was up to around $60 (I needed to accrue $100 before they’d pay out) when they emailed me to say my account had been blocked and then revoked for “invalid clicks”. I was asked to explain these, I queried what I was supposed to be explaining and they said that wasn’t good enough and axed my account.

What a great way to do business. And a great way to waste the time I spent adding the code to all the blog pages. Not much else to add. Just a bit of a rant to get something off my chest. I think I’ll go and smash some pool balls around to relieve the tension.

Warm, fuzzy feeling

Today is a very sad day for someone close to me, as it marks the anniversary of the day their mother passed away. I never got to meet this woman, but by all accounts (and I mean all) she was someone special and I genuinely regret never having the chance to talk to her.

I have been told of her kindness, generosity, wisdom and strength. It shows in her children, both of whom I know, in the way they’ve taken after her.

The reason I’m posting this is twofold. Firstly to just say a few words about someone that even I regard as special, and secondly to say that good people like her still exist in this world. As most of you should know by now, I did some work for a charity in Hanoi called the Blue Dragon Children’s Foundation (including building that web page!). Today, the guy who runs it updated his blog with this post about fundraising.

People he has never met and organisations he has had the slightest of contact with have donated time, money and goods to the charity without even being asked. To be picked by the Thai embassy in Hanoi as the sole recipient of donations originally intended to buy flowers for the King is a huge honour and reflects the regard with which BDCF is held in Vietnam.

So I have two messages today:

Mike and everyone else at BDCF – congratulations and keep up the good work. You’re a credit to humankind.

Kate – I wish I’d had a chance to meet you, but instead thank you for two great kids who are doing you proud. And isn’t it nice to know there are other people just as caring as them elsewhere in the world?

You know, sometimes I have hope for this place.

[now may also be a good time to remind people who usually/were going to send me an xmas card to donate a small sum to BDCF instead. There’s a PayPal button on their web page – thank you]

There are several reasons I left the UK

Chav bastards for neighbours, a government that doesn’t give a shit about a country it doesn’t know how to run, traffic laws that pretty much restrict you to riding a tricycle in the part if you don’t want to be prosecuted, crap weather… and this story sums up the shocking state of British music.