After reading various news articles today about the birth of the 7th billion person it raises questions such as are there really 7 billion of us? And when are statisticians going to bore off with incorrect figures?

I’m tired and bored of institutions and governments giving statistics that are quite frankly bullshit! Different sources have predicted when the 7th billion person would be born ranging from today 31st October to next year! Slightly inconsistent. Maybe it’s to do with my OCD in actually wanting to know the real answer as opposed to something that is made up in the interest of society! I have similar issues with the topics we were taught at GCSE to only find out when studying A Levels or a degree that the stuff we learnt at school was wrong!

My issue is not essentially estimating that there are 7 billion of us but more pin pointing it to someone whether it’s symbolic or not and having countless articles using this kid as some sort of show pony.
Instead of articles on who the 7th billion person is maybe there should be a little more focus on whether the Earth can actually support an ever increasing world population. But i’m sure at some point we’ll get countless estimated stats scare mongering us that its the end of the world!

7 Billion, National Geographic Magazine from Jamie Lee Godfrey on Vimeo.

Party with friends

A few weeks ago I went to Finnigan’s 25th birthday extravaganza! I think I have only just about recovered from the party hence the delay in posting this blog. To summarise these are my highlights:

The Jager Tent

Unnecessary games of vodka beer pong! Wooldridge getting irate for being behind, even though it was her who was not contributing to successfully/drunkenly getting the ball in the cup.

The Bonfire

Initially we all were a little bit cocky standing a few metres away from the fire, after a couple of minutes we ended up standing in the bushes to escape the heat.

Culface introduced me to her new lady as “this is Leygan, as its Leighan with a G” whilst doing some sort of rappers dance.

Bluntface decided to play a game of would you rather drown or fall flat on your face in the bonfire. This followed with further conversations on how we each wanted to die.

Leymile’s rendition of ‘Shot you down’ sang over the phone twice to Soft Hair just in case it went to answer phone! It went along the line of this:

Interlude *Firework
Bang bang, he shot me down
Interlude *Firework
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Interlude *Firework
Bang bang, that awful sound
Interlude *Firework
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
down down d-down……

The Marquee

Fancy dress karaoke where Louis Walsh, Justin Bieber, a banana etc made an appearance.

18 bottles of Jagermeister were consumed. “Does everyone want a Leygabomb?”
Ingredients
1x shot of red bull
1x glass of Jagermeister
“Yes!” Everyone passes out!

An unnecessary and overdramatic argument with The Asian Persuasion! Comical throwing of chairs and drunken stumbling away back to the dance floor.

Bluntface pulling the birthday girl’s brother.

Passing out and sleeping behind the DJ booth.

Outside

Portaloos that are bigger and nicer than my houses!

Scaling the rockery near the pool house to fall from the top and stabbing my leg with some sort of rock/branch.

The Tidy Up

Fisting the vodka luge to wash ones hands.

We have found a niche in the market providing cleaning services whilst wearing fancy dress. Whilst completing the chunder clean there was a delivery for Finnigan!



Fin.

Copyright © Leygan 2011

Don’t quit

A couple of years ago when i was struggling with my final year deadlines The Asian Persusian made me a poster with the following words! Perfect inspiration to man up and carry on.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill
When funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

What is real?

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”


“Does it hurt?” asked the  Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at  once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen  all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why  it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your  hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints  and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real  you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

Velveteen Rabbit – Margery Williams

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes.  The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them.  About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people. While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
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