Britishness

I often ask myself about my Britishness. I mean like how British am I?
I had a scone the other day and my mother wouldn't let me put jam and cream on it without have a cup of tea so as to make it a cream tea. This at the moment is the level of Britishness that I believe I have reached.

A little while ago the guardian released a British Citizenship Quiz, which is basically a series of 10 questions about 'British' things, such as "Who is the patron saint of Scotland?" and "What is the second largest party in the house of commons called?". To me this is not what makes a person British, I don't really know the history of this country and I have lived here my whole life. Just before writing this post I took the quiz and got 5 out of 10. WHAT THE FUCK! This quiz has the nerve to tell me that I am only half British.
To me being British is not that I know the history of my country or the fact that my memory is bad enough that I don't remember the Queens Jubilee. Being British is different for everybody, for me, being British is my ability to laugh at this video because of just how true it is:

Its the fact that we are so different that there is a YouTube channel dedicated to the different things we do. No matter how cringe worthy it is! This is just one video from the channel and the first one I had the - I don't want to pleasure - but pleasure to watch.

When watching this video, I had to actually pause the video multiple times just to obscenely jester at the screen at the stupidity of not the presenter but the way she is talking like she is talking to a new born baby or a fucking alien from not only a different planet but a different bloody universe!

I'm going to stop talking now as I am just getting more and more irritated by this post! and will soon end up on a rant about shit that has nothing to do with this!

Next time on Thapsal I'm going to try and not rant about something!

Have a good one...

Sorry...and rant!

Well I guess I can stick to my word...I said when I started this blog that I would write a lot for a few days and then forget all about it. Well its true for the first what was it week of me having this blog I wrote I on it religiously.
And then I forgot one day and told myself that I would never do that again and look at me now. I have to apologise for my complete and utter stupidity in actually believing that enough shit happened in my life for a daily blog.

So I now PROMISE to you that I WILL write when something INTERESTING OR NOTEWORTHY happens to me or a friend or I come up with something interesting that I think you might like or of course my reviews on games, films, etc.
This includes my thoughts on stuff like Pokémon go, politics, shit I see on Facebook/twitter/Tumblr and such.
If you don't like it don't read it, that's all I have to say on that matter. I read to many things on Facebook and the like that are then later taken down because someone doesn't like it. And so many things can't be done or said because someone somewhere in our world might find it offensive.

I'll tell you what, shut up!

Because if non of us did anything that might offend someone we would only be able to breath. We would just be shells.
I read a book the other day (I cant remember what it was called) that got shit because one of its characters was black and they used black to describe them. Apparently describing someone as black is offensive but the author then went on to describe another character as white which was not considered offensive. PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME!

Also a while a go now there was outrage because they were called policemen. So everybody had to start calling them either police officers (which is what they were anyway 'policeman' was just a quicker way of saying it) or finding out the gender of the officer and calling them either policeman or policewoman.
I as a woman was so irritated by this because it shouldn't matter what you call them they are doing the job they signed up for. they are not going to start doing a different job now. In fact it actually makes it easier for woman to be paid less because they are called something different.
They want to distinguish between genders but they want equality. They want policemen to be called 'Policeman' and 'Policewoman' but they want all actors and actresses to be called actors.
Society confuses me because one second they want something but the next they want something different.
If we work on their logic we are not humans were are hupeople. And who the fuck wants to be a huperson. Or are we humans and huwomens, but that just sound shittier.

Does anybody know what the fuck these people are on about and what the fuck we actually are besides morons.

Once again I'm sorry...

Have a good one...

Driving...(sorry there was no post yesturday)

I have been learning to drive for a little while now. My dad has been taking me out on Sundays and I have been learning to drive in our Fiat 500.
Now I have only recently have I actually become old enough to apply for my provisional licence - Don't worry I haven't been driving on actual roads, they are more like dirt tracks. But anyway, the other day my provisional came through and here the real sucker, I crashed the first time I drove after getting my licence.

I have been driving amazingly up to this point. I can do most things, I have a little issue with parallel parking but then who doesn't. Basically my dad ran out of things to teach me on the tracks that I could go on, and the large open areas that are there the army are playing silly buggers on.

So we decide that it would be a good idea to take my mums car out for a drive. We did this for several reasons. A) it would save the suspension on the fiat (as my mums car is a 4x4 ford) and B) it would allow me to try and drive something different, something a little larger.

So after driving around for a while trying to find a place that wasn't over run my the military, my dad pulls over to the side of the road and we swap so that I can start driving.
Its all well and good to start off with, we drive down nice road, I get used to the fact that the car is a little bit more responsive because of the 4 wheel drive but all is good.
We then get to s roundabout type thing, and we go round it, then my dad says "stop and reverse back round it" this is fine, the side of the car the could be hit by the wooden poles surrounding the roundabout is on my side so I can see them coming and can avoid them.
Then we turn around and the dreaded words of "now do it the other way" come. This means that the poles are on the other side of the car and I have to somehow see where they are in just the passenger side window. (Can we also bare in mind that I'm driving at 7:30 in the evening so the sun is setting straight in front of the car).
I begin to back the car up and I think it is going well, there are no poles in the mirror, the reversing censor isn't going off, everything great. Then I get a "Stop Stop Stop" for my dad as I have reversed into a pole.

My dads not mad, he gets me out of the mess, (although I have managed to dent the passenger side back door and taken off the handle to said door) he's not made. In fact we have a laugh about it, he understands that I could not see the pole in the mirror because of the sun on the pole - according to me there was nothing there - my dad even says that it was about time that one of us crashed. Any way we then drive around a bit more (no more reversing, thank god), make a few more jokes, all it good.

That is until we get home and tell my mum.

She's not happy, at all.
There is a reason her car is always covered in dirt, its because its the car we bought to fit the dogs in, it is affectionately named 'the truck' because that's all it is. It is used slowly for ferrying to dogs around. My mother gets stupidly attached to her cars, previously she has had the two newest beetles named 'Barnaby' and 'Buster' (proof of attachment), her car now is called 'the truck' (proof she should care). But she does, do you know what her first words were, "well I guess I should just be glad that it wasn't me beetle", I wouldn't have taken her fucking car out if it was her beetle, the hole point of it was that it was a cheap ca to fit dogs in. There was no other use, because if I have taken her beetle out I might as well have just taken the fiat or even my dads Jag.


So long story short, when I got back after driving last night I wasn't in the mood to post anything because if I wasn't feel bad enough about reversing into a pole my mother made me feel worse.
That is why you didn't get anything yesterday.

Now I'm in a bad mood again, so if you wanna cheer me up how about you comment something stupid you have done whilst driving. I could really use a laugh now.
Thanks...

Have a good one...

Spiders - I'll keep the swaering to minimum!

A little story for you on this fine day...

I get a lot of spiders in my bathroom as the window spends a lot of its time on the latch or slightly open so as to let all of the hot air out after a shower because we cannot leave the door open because the dogs go in the bin.
So anyway I often wont notice the spiders and that's fine, until of course they sneak up on you and then its like HOLY FUCK SHIT WHAT IN THE NAME OF GODS GREEN EARTH WAS THAT! and the hole house comes running to your aid - well they are suppose to anyway but my family don't care so no, I deal with spiders alone.

But there was this one time when I saw the spider because I was opening the door and it fell off of its web behind the door and freaked me out and I thought "Aww I'm sorry little spider", basically I felt sorry for the spider so didn't kill it.
I look up to where its web was and saw that there was another spider walking along the wall to the web - I don't know which spider owned the web - anyway this spider then started climbing back up the wall towards its web. It was still going when I left the bathroom.
A little while later I realised I had left my phone in the bathroom where I put it on the side of the bath after taking out of my back pocket so it didn't fall in to the toilet. so I went back into the bathroom to get it. I remembered the spiders and looked up and there was only one - and I could have sworn it was bigger now - and I looked around and could see the other one.

So to this day I do not know whether a spider lost its home/was eaten because of me. Or if a spider got a nice meal of another spider because of me.
To be honest I kind of feel bad either way...not that I like spiders.


So that was my story...Do you have any spider stories or anything like that.

Have a good one...

P.S. I will be doing a review on Now You See Me 2 this evening because I am going to see it later today.

Work Experience...we think.

My sister is a vet student at Bristol university and is therefore home for the summer at the moment. This is wierd by itself becuase A) I have yet to finish college and B) as she and my brother are both home for the summer there are now lots of people in the house.

But that's not what I want to talk about today. Today my problem is the fact that my sister has to a certain amount of work experience for her course. She is at the moment doing her experience at a local conservation trust.
And rather then her, oh I don't know actually learning about what they do there or getting actual work experience. She just goes around and has to make tea for everyone and cleaning out the enclosures. She actually does less then when A) she was a volunteer and B) the volunteers they have at the moment.

Anyway that is my little rant over with...I'm going to go back and finish watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.

Have a good one...

My Life...!

I have a problem...

A shopping problem...

Not one that most teenage girls have...

No my issues is with gaming, I cannot stop buying games.

I play a game for a bit then I get bored of it or I see a game that I want to play on YouTube that one of my favourite YouTubers has played and I just lose it.
 I spend the rest of the day planning when the best time to buy it is and who is  selling it cheapest.
Only then I manage to convince my self not to buy it. Now you my be thinking, 'that's fine', 'what's wrong with that?'. Well I'm going to tell you what is wrong with that...
IT STAYS!
It just sits in the back of my mind and eats way at my sub-conscience saying 'buy me, buy me buy me!'. I am actually writing this while I am waiting for my latest game to download. The only reason that stopped me for buying a shopping cart on Steam the other day was that Steam had forgotten my debit cards details and I was to lazy to find my card.

DO YOU SEE MY ISSUE?!?! I'm going to end up broke because I love playing games to much.

I realise that I may have made it sound worse then it is, because I said that I play a game for a bit and then get bored of it. Now this makes it sound like I never play it again after that time but I do, I go back and play them after a while but it is not once I almost forget how to play it and the different things I can do.