Liar.

4- BNP Plod back on the beat.

I turned on the radio this morning to hear the news that a policeman who's name was on that infamous BNP membership list is back at work today. Without having to explain how his name wound up there.

Police officers are banned under the legally-binding 2003 Police Regulations from membership of the BNP, the National Front and Combat 18. By just not revealing how his name appeared on the list, Police Constable Cutting is allowed back. How very lovely.

Its funny that in this PC world that a PC who is a BNP member is allowed back on the streets to fight crime, and is therefore assumed to have no prejudices or racial ( or otherwise ) biases. Awwww, how very, very lovely.

I went here to get more information, while I was trying to pick my jaw up.

"The Met confirmed that Pc Cutting had been cleared to return to work and said that a full investigation had found "no evidence to prove" that he was a member of the BNP.

A spokesman added that the matter had also been referred to the Independent Police Complaints Commission.

In a statement, the Met added: "On 21 November 2008 two serving Metropolitan police officers were suspended following the publication, on the internet, of a membership list for the British National Party. One of these officers was a full-time police constable and the other a volunteer special police constable." - thisislondon.com

My jaw did not return to its normal position ( not on the floor) for quite some time...

Wooooo, well done Met, well done. Obviously I hope it was just a complete mistake/mystery/mishap that this guys name appeared on that list, but it seems more that unlikely don't ya think?

It's a mad, mad world.

3 - A late introduction

It has just dawned on me that I have been so rude as not to give you an introduction.

This, is an artist's(ahem, me being the artist) rendition of me. Paint MS just doesn't exploit my skillzzzz. It kinda looks nothing like me, but I guess that adds to the mystery, eh?

My name is Almaz , 18
I live in an area I deem Greater London, as I have a student oyster, get the BBC London News and live in the London Borough of Redbridge.Therefore, I never refer to it as Essex, please, thank-you. (I live in Chadwell Heath, in case you were wondering).

I don't really fit in a box of any size, or a stereotype of any proportion. Sorry if that sounds a tad cliche-y ( hahaha I don't know how to get the e with the lovely accent so I can spell cliche right. ha.)

I'm 5"2.5, oh yes, every little bit helps

I have nearly died twice( but who knows could have been more *cue freaky music*), am the daughter of a white Seventh-Day Adventist minister from East Ham and a black Social Worker born of Montseratratians, have roots of hair that do not respond to henna dye, am a friend of the divine, friend of the enigma that is Urban Articulations( he wrote that), like to write songs with my trusted friend the piano and Florence the Flute II ( with whom I have a love hate relationship with), and love cheese; it's immense.



This blog is being created because I felt making a sporadic commentary on things that occur, because it's fun, I have no better or more specific reason. I couldn't think of a cool, clever name for it, so I settled with the current title.There may be bits of creativity thrown in sometimes! Did I hear a woop woop? Thought so.



I think that's quite enough. I'm baiting up my life too much as it is.



Enjoy!



xo

2 - I'm His

I'm Yours - Jason Mraz



Ok so I know this song has been around for a fair amount of time but I can't get enough of it. Lyrically, this guy is a genius. Melodically, this guy is a genius. It's exactly the kind of music that soaks lightly into your brain and makes you feel extremely happy, anytime, anywhere. Ok, so his vocals aren't demonstrating some 5 octave range power singing, but his soothing tones are exactly what you need after a long day and you want to imagine you are on the sandy shores of Honolulu...

He is also pretty hot, and I wouldn't mind marrying him....

Finally, buy his album, it's 'da bomb'.

1 - Wish I was there, instead of my mother.

My mum was there. But did not stick around, as in she walked right past. Why would you just walk past such a beautiful thing? I would have taken her place, happily. LIFE IS FOR SHARING, DAMMIT.

Needless to say, I told her off. Not too much though, she cuts an authoritative figure.