are you a rebel?
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WashYourHands
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IdleRich
IdleRich
Once I took a picture of myself standing by a "no smoking" sign. My innate cowardice probably means that that is about as far as I can take things in that direction sadly. And let's be honest, I almost certainly ran away the second I got the shot.
Edit: @william_kent has helpfully but irritatingly pointed out that I neglected to say whether or not I was smoking at that point, I am gonna say that... well I don't want to talk my way into trouble here, so I am not gonna say.
Edit: @william_kent has helpfully but irritatingly pointed out that I neglected to say whether or not I was smoking at that point, I am gonna say that... well I don't want to talk my way into trouble here, so I am not gonna say.
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william_kent
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were you smoking?
william_kent
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I once pissed on a Rolls Royce - does that count?
edit: got interrogated by The Police for pissing on the Rolls - CLASS WAR!
edit: got interrogated by The Police for pissing on the Rolls - CLASS WAR!
IdleRich
IdleRich
You wrote a thread about your experiences sleeping rough and the things that you did while so doing. To my mind some of the actions that you took, even, arguably the whole thing, represented a rebellion of a sort against the world we live in and the rules that we are expected to obey. Now you obviously don't agree, going by your comment above (unless you were so drunk that you had forgotten it entirely) and I am going to put words in your mouth and say that you feel that those actions were not rebellion as they came from necessity, you did not choose those actions and so your rebellion was not by choice and so it could not make you a rebel...
......and if you did say that, I would reply by saying "I don't know, that does sort of ring true, but on the other hand we often perceive actions as rebellious without knowing the motivation or context. Also, I am not sure that you lacked all choice, of course you were under pressure and your choices were far more limited than we are used to them being, but I still believe that you made some choices and that they could be deemed rebellious ones - but ultimately the issue here is that we haven't made the slightest effort here to define what a rebel is and, while that may not always be a big problem when asking this kind of question if the concept in question is one on which we are all likely to have our own idea and that idea is likely to be relatively similar in each case, I'm not sure if the term Rebel is such a concept".
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IdleRich
IdleRich
Did I not say that? Without that bit of info the scene is meaningless, oops. But I will say that, coward I may be, but I am generally not afraid to stand next to a non smoking sign.
One thing I find strange in Portugal (and in some other countries too I seem to remember) is the subtle difference in wording on such signs; in the UK you have "no smoking" which literally means that the act of smoking is not allowed at that point, whereas here they often say "no smokers" which to me means that people such as myself who regularly smoke are not allowed in the vicinity regardless of whether they are smoking or not at that moment.
Similarly, there used to be a restaurant in Angel with an All-you-can-eat buffet deal advertised by a sign which said "Eat as much as you can" which to me felt as though it was throwing down the gauntlet in a way that the less confrontational "Eat as much as you like" does not... but now I am digressing from a digression...
william_kent
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I'm afraid that you didn't mention the smoking part...
but if you were smoking next to the "no smoking" sign then
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but if you were smoking next to the "no smoking" sign then
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IdleRich
IdleRich
I will say that my problem with a lot of actions of petty rebellion, eg smoking in a non smoking area, are often such that they could equally well be described as "being a bit of a cunt" and so that makes another reason not to do them. I think that a lot of rockstar behaviour such as smashing up a hotel room or the stories about famous "hellraisers" (not the pinheaded type (actually the one with pins stuck in its head was not the titular hellraiser was it, just a demon (called a cenobyte) featured in the film Hellraiser)) fit more into this category than that of true rebellion.
A few years ago there were some friends of mine in a not very successful band who won some sort of grant to do a tour or something. I wish I could remember the details here cos they were actually very funny, but the gist of it was they somehow used someone else's money to book loads of huge venues around the country and an inappropriately large tourbus (I remember my friend saying that when it turned up someone seeing it would have assumed that it was Kings of Leon (dunno why he picked that example, they must have been big just then)) to transport them and some mates in even less successful bands (the support acts obviously) and also a few hangers on, to several huge venues where they played to like four people, using the rest of the grant to get unbelievably fucked up all day and every day. I think that at some point someone in charge realised that there had been an almighty fuck up and as a result the atmosphere was even more unpleasant as each day the increasingly angry officials would issue increasingly shrill bollockings and demands for the return of the money to a bunch of people who acted like toddlers at the best of times and who during that period were very very far from their best. I think they were able to finally curtail the tour before they completed their whole schedule but not before all these fuckwits let it go to their head and enacted many of the worst excesses of rockstar behaviour despite the fact that, to me, every day ought to have made them increasingly aware that one thing they definitely weren't was rockstars. One thing that stuck in my head was on an occasion when they had to stay in a hotel - possibly the tourbus was confiscated before the tour itself was killed - my friend Julien* smeared all the walls and ceiling of his room with what he claimed was peanut butter, for no reason other than that he was really drunk.
Rebels or cunts (or both) - you decide.
*this guy slept on my sofa for more than a year, I think I recounted a story on here where after attending a party at my ex-girlfriend's house, Julien and @woops and I realised that it was winding down around midday and decided to go on a pubcrawl round all the pubs in Stoke Newington and by about 10pm we were really fucking drunk, we were in a nice pub right by my house and there was an attractive bargirl who worked there with whom I was on fairly friendly terms in that we would see each other round the neighbourhood and say hello. Anyway, she was bending over to pick up some glasses from a nearby table and I saw Julien's eyes focus on her arse and then, to my horror, seemingly in slow motion (yet still far too fast for me to stop) I saw both of his arms extending towards her and then he did a massive two handed grab and grope. Turned out her boyfriend was there and he was none too pleased, in fact nobody there - with the possible exception of Julien (and Woops who was far too fucked to even notice) - was really that pleased about it to be honest. As the most sober and the most sensible i just about managed to apologise profusely enough to extricate ourselves without being beaten up, but I remember everyone in the place cheering as we were kicked out - sadly not the first or last time that that has happened to me, though it goes without saying that on none of those occasions was it my fault.
A few years ago there were some friends of mine in a not very successful band who won some sort of grant to do a tour or something. I wish I could remember the details here cos they were actually very funny, but the gist of it was they somehow used someone else's money to book loads of huge venues around the country and an inappropriately large tourbus (I remember my friend saying that when it turned up someone seeing it would have assumed that it was Kings of Leon (dunno why he picked that example, they must have been big just then)) to transport them and some mates in even less successful bands (the support acts obviously) and also a few hangers on, to several huge venues where they played to like four people, using the rest of the grant to get unbelievably fucked up all day and every day. I think that at some point someone in charge realised that there had been an almighty fuck up and as a result the atmosphere was even more unpleasant as each day the increasingly angry officials would issue increasingly shrill bollockings and demands for the return of the money to a bunch of people who acted like toddlers at the best of times and who during that period were very very far from their best. I think they were able to finally curtail the tour before they completed their whole schedule but not before all these fuckwits let it go to their head and enacted many of the worst excesses of rockstar behaviour despite the fact that, to me, every day ought to have made them increasingly aware that one thing they definitely weren't was rockstars. One thing that stuck in my head was on an occasion when they had to stay in a hotel - possibly the tourbus was confiscated before the tour itself was killed - my friend Julien* smeared all the walls and ceiling of his room with what he claimed was peanut butter, for no reason other than that he was really drunk.
Rebels or cunts (or both) - you decide.
*this guy slept on my sofa for more than a year, I think I recounted a story on here where after attending a party at my ex-girlfriend's house, Julien and @woops and I realised that it was winding down around midday and decided to go on a pubcrawl round all the pubs in Stoke Newington and by about 10pm we were really fucking drunk, we were in a nice pub right by my house and there was an attractive bargirl who worked there with whom I was on fairly friendly terms in that we would see each other round the neighbourhood and say hello. Anyway, she was bending over to pick up some glasses from a nearby table and I saw Julien's eyes focus on her arse and then, to my horror, seemingly in slow motion (yet still far too fast for me to stop) I saw both of his arms extending towards her and then he did a massive two handed grab and grope. Turned out her boyfriend was there and he was none too pleased, in fact nobody there - with the possible exception of Julien (and Woops who was far too fucked to even notice) - was really that pleased about it to be honest. As the most sober and the most sensible i just about managed to apologise profusely enough to extricate ourselves without being beaten up, but I remember everyone in the place cheering as we were kicked out - sadly not the first or last time that that has happened to me, though it goes without saying that on none of those occasions was it my fault.
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william_kent
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edit: I incriminated myself so I've deleted the majority of this post... but google; sodium chlorate...+ sugar + ?
I've got rent to pay, so I'm a fucking sell out compared to myself in my twenties...
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IdleRich
IdleRich
You blew something... or, someone up?
Wait a minute... could it be?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brighton_hotel_bombing
It was wasn't it? Don't worry, your secret is safe with me.
william_kent
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no bodies!
but maybe some masonry...
fuck, I'm too drunk, maybe given too much away.. but not Brighton, although I wish!
but maybe some masonry...
fuck, I'm too drunk, maybe given too much away.. but not Brighton, although I wish!
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william_kent
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I wish....
Nurse With Wound - Brained By Falling Masonry
Nurse With Wound - Brained By Falling Masonry
william_kent
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Fuck the Tory Cunts!
IdleRich
IdleRich
I truly wish I could remember more details of that weird tour thing. I'd actually forgotten about it but, now I do come to think of it, I believe there were a number of highly amusing stories pertaining èto it. I can't remember how or why they got the money or who went except Julien but I do have his contact details - he is back in France working as a tour guide showing tourists around ancient ruins - but you would think he still remembers and would be happy to share... although he has since claimed to have no memory of the friendly little pinch/border line sexual assault he committed so I will promise to take everything with a pinch of salt and verify it before I pass anything on to the good folk of Dissensus.