Morning tears!

I started today bawling me eyes out whilst sat in bed with a brew (a cup of tea for all you lunatics thinking I mean booze) and no not because I had to go to work (I love my job) or because it was lashing down with rain (I love the rain, it creates duck baths) or that I realized my hair wasn’t a nightmare and I did in fact go for an impromptu hair appointment last night (I don’t love my hair, I fuckin hate it. I look like a monk). So what did make me cry? Teddy bears, yep you read that right cuddly talking teddy bears had me bawling my eyes out.

Go on watch it, I dare ya. See if those little fuckers make you cry!

It’s a great Christmas advert actually (fab work Heathrow) and yes, I was in bed with me brew watching Christmas adverts on YouTube. I start most of my mornings like this or listening to Christmas tunes whilst getting ready for work, I can’t help it I love Christmas!

I also found a Granddad this morning which has made my day. In addition to listening to Christmas music and watching Christmas adverts, I also read the Hate Mail in the morning. Don’t judge, I know it’s a terrible rag but I can’t help it and it informs me of really important things like how Megs (me mate) actually wanted a different tiara to the one she wore at her wedding but our Lizzie (me BFF) told her to pee off and that she would get what she was given.

Oops went off a bit then, back to my new Granddad. He’s called David, he’s 85, lives in Lancashire, is in a choir and is such a lovely fella.  His Instagram account went viral on Twitter when some bird called Tasha shared it and he now has 58.4k adopted Grand kids!! He started on Instagram to document his journey on Slimming World and is proper chuffed to be getting all this attention. Go and check   Granddad David’s  Insta account out and become part of the family!

Thank you for reading!

BritBirdVanCity x

 

 

 

Bore off basic Becky………

“I love bum sex”

Now I bet you’re thinking, really bird you’re going there, are you seriously going to write a blog post about your sexual preferences?! I bet you’re torn between not wanting to read on and complete and utter curiosity. Well read on my friend, go on I dare ya.

So no, this is not about sex, up the bum or however which way you prefer it. This post is about a remarkable young man who thought nothing about wearing a t-shirt with such a bold statement on it. No, I am not making it up, my nephew had a t-shirt saying “I love bum sex.” Who would wear such a thing and why?! Was he gay?

I’ll tell you who would wear such a thing, someone brave enough to not care what other people would say. Someone who instead of trying his hardest (even though it would make him unhappy) to fit in, relished in not conforming to ‘society standards’ (like wtf that does that even mean anyway. Bore off with ya ‘society standards’). Someone who thought it was perfectly normally to go to the top of the Eiffel tower and take a photo of the bin up there. He even asked some perplexed tourists, if they would mind moving so he could get the perfect picture of it. My nephew Mark was someone who made it totally acceptable to be different.

Being different must be so less tiring than being……..hmm being what? Normal? Imagine not feeling the need to look like (but not really) every other basic bitch out there. Imagine not being judged or indeed being the fucker judging by what possessions you or others own. Imagine not having to take a pic of your every breathing moment in an attempt to show people that your life is fulfilled and just so much more fun/interesting than their’s, even your friends. Imagine not competing with your friends for likes, views and all those other notifications that give us so much gratification (yes I do it to, if you looked at my Instagram it’s full of pics of my every day life. The most recent one shows you my Sunday, snack, wine and book #perfectsunday. This is me going, look at me I made my own Hummus #makeyourown ew why would anyone buy it from the store. Look at me, I read actual books #bookworm). 

There is a series of shows on Netflix called Black Mirror and one in particular called Nosedive . In this show everyone is rated out of 5 and depending how high/low you score depends on what services you get. Everything you do is rated out of 5 by everyone you come across.  This is literally what we do to ourselves on a daily basis. we critique our own and our friends lives through social media. How fucked up is that?!

In a world where everyone is so desperately conforming to be a basic Becky be a fabulously different Beryl #loveyouberyl.

Mark was only 18, we lost him 5 weeks ago tomorrow in a tragic accident and though it has been so hard for our family spending time with Mark’s friends and hearing all the stories about this wonderful human being has been heart lifting. There were lots of stories, some that made us blush, some that made us incredulous but every one of them made us laugh. They also showed us what an amazing, caring and fearless young man Mark was. Mark didn’t need possessions to make him feel whole and fulfilled, making people laugh was his gift and it was a gift he was very generous with.

RIP Little Mark xx