I like a challenge, so after being challenged to write a blog about nothing, here I am! Now the obvious idea would be to leave a blank page and say taaa-daaaa, a blog containing nothing, all about nothing. However, I have decided to actually talk about nothing.

Nothing can mean different things to different people… The dictionary describes ‘nothing’ as (1. No thing; not anything; naught: to say nothing. 2. No part, share, or trace (usually followed by of ): The house showed nothing of its former magnificence. Or 3. Something that is nonexistent. ).

However, most of the time when asked what is wrong and a person replies ‘nothing’ there is actually something, in this instance, the word ‘nothing’ is used as a lie, a cover-up, like a false, teeth baring smile.

On other occasions nothing’s can mean something, a night spent talking to a loved one about anything and nothing can mean something, for example in the film ‘You’ve Got Mail’ In an email to Joe Fox, Kathleen Kelly says “The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.” In this case, nothing’s really mean something.

So really, in so many cases, nothing isn’t actually nothing, nothing is actually something.


The list.

Doesn’t everyone have a list of things to do before they die?

Since I was a young girl I have been a musical addict. Julie Andrews, Maria Friedman, Judy Garland, Liza Minnelli, Jason Donovan, Donny Osmond, etc, etc… These people were my idols. I pined to be able to sing and dance like them, on a stage or in a film. I always pictured my school being the school in Joseph, the thrill of dancing around in different colours holding hands with Donny Osmond. Or running around on stone seats in a gazebo, jumping from one to another, singing about being sixteen, young and naive.

I’ve always accepted this as a way of life, I attend the theatre two or three times a year and attended dance lessons and performed in shows for ten years as a child. I always had a passion for music and dancing however it wasn’t until recently, when I realised I was now too old to be ‘sixteen, going on seventeen’ that I realised that my passion is as alight as it actually is.

I sing at every opportunity. I could fill endless hours listening to music, reciting songs and pretending to be Mrs Lovett from Sweeney Todd. Therefore, for the last fortnight I have started to realise that to become fulfilled within myself it is vital that I audition for a part in a musical production. I have narrowed it down to The Sound of Music, Sweeney Todd or Evita. Before I die I must audition for a part.

I am under no illusion as to how pointless this is, I have no experience, I can’t sing, I can’t act and I can’t dance. There is no chance that I would get a part in any musical, But I know that if I didn’t audition then all the hours that I have wasted watching the musicals, admiring the actors and singing my throat sore would be a waste.

This is the start of my list. Audition.

The Daily Fail.

   Those of you wanting to read a light-hearted, blog full of ‘Hannahisms’, stop reading now. The only thing light-hearted about this blog is the funny noises I’m making as I try to think of what to say in the introduction. When I get into the ranting part the noises will cease and I will type away vigorously. However, until then I’m stuck umm-ing and ahh-ing. This seems a good time to move on.

   So, a blog on The Daily Fail and its line crossing with regards to The Bercows. It seems we are constantly bombarded with disapproving stories and derisory comments of ‘mistakes’ made by The Bercows. The constant harassment of them has today crossed the line when an online article featured not only speculations into their private life, but also pictures of their children.

   As much as I value freedom of speech in Society, I feel it inappropriate to attack people in such a way, and the tactless way in which The Daily Mail chooses has no place in modern Society. The agitation that the right wing media has with The Bercows seems to stem from the idea that times are progressing, and so should Politics, no longer must elected officials and women hold their views to themselves, they are now able to speak their mind, and in Mr Bercow’s case, forefront change, with or without the approval of the media.

   What has annoyed me today is the speculation made about a marriage and family life, and the use of images of children, which I thought was completely unnecessary, as most people choose to keep their family life private when living in the public eye, and why not?! It is nobody’s business what goes on behind closed doors, I’m sure the journalists would not approve of the public speculating about their private life.

   To those of you who say, “That’s just how it goes, when you’re in the public eye you cannot have a private life!” I say, I think that’s wrong, and if that’s what society has come to nowadays, there is a problem, it is a breach of human rights and should not be the case.

   I guess what I’m really trying to say is that the Daily Mail and other media ought to keep their noses out of business that doesn’t concern them, people may be interested for a while but it gets old. Also, looking at the comments on the website, the readers are just as bad as the journalists.  Shame on you!

The Confirmation, the family and the shoes!

   It was exactly a year ago tonight that I confirmed my faith in front of friends, family, my Church family and a Bishop. It was the end to a long journey which had consisted of a multitude of Wednesday night’s spent really thinking about faith and religion and one particularly difficult treasure hunt one Saturday morning.  

   Thankfully I hadn’t travelled alone. Three of us took the journey and were Confirmed. At the start we barely knew each other, the three of us hadn’t been back to Church long and hadn’t really been acquainted. I was extremely nervous to think that I was going to have to share some personal thoughts and opinions with people I only vaguely knew and could never have imagined that by the end of the course, we would share an amazing bond. I love every member of my Church, however getting to know them and being Confirmed with them had brought us closer than we were to most other people in the family. This is a feeling which I hope, and am quite confident that the two women Confirmed tonight will feel too.

   All three of us still attend Church regularly and it is lovely to see them. I never realised just how close we were until tonight, one of the women I was Confirmed along side of hasn’t been to Church for a while due to personal problems and the last time I had seen her was October. As soon as she came in tonight she hugged me and told me we’d talk later and at the end of the night, just before we were about to get into separate cars and part again, she hugged me and told me she had missed me and would see me very soon.

   We are a very closely-knit Church family, who willingly welcome people in with a smile and an embrace and I think it really shows, it certainly showed tonight when a friend in front of me started to cry after the mention of bereavement. She was supported by the couple of people around her and after the service I went and sat next to her and hugged her for about five minutes straight. As much as it was just a hug, it was obvious that the support she received had helped soothe the pain, if only for a short period of time.

   I’m going to tell you about my night this time last year, and tonight.

   Both Confirmations involved a lot of picture taking, thankfully this year I wasn’t part of it! Both Confirmations also had the same Bishop, last year as he was leaving he went to kiss me on the cheek as I thought he wanted to shake my hand. If that wasn’t awkward enough, I had a piece of lovely Bakewell Tart in my mouth, so as he said goodbye I vaguely spluttered goodnight at him. I was very embarrassed! This year however went much smoother, when he entered he went for the safe handshake, a much better idea in my opinion. He also had an ‘assistant’ type person this year, who prepared his clothing and crook and held his book for him. This man was lovely, as I was tidying up he struck a conversation with me about my future and the Church and life in general, and later, as I was recovering from painful feet on a chair, having a bit of Political banter with a friend, he came and joined in. What did make this awkward was that I wanted to show my friend a certain Twitter profile picture which involves George Osborne in a bed half naked, a fake body, obviously. This was the moment he decided to come and join our conversation! I quickly changed the picture to something far more suitable! Disaster averted!

   I think I’ve addressed the Confirmation and the family. Now, the shoes! I decided I wanted to stay Political tonight, wearing a red dress, a rose necklace, which looks like the Labour rose, so I decided to wear a pair of red heels that I had recently bought. I had bought two pairs, both red, one pair far more comfortable however slightly darker than my dress and one pair the exact colour of my dress but less comfortable. I of course, being the genius I am, went for the less comfortable, matching shoes. WHAT A MISTAKE. I was on Stewarding duties, so for around forty five minutes I had to give out hymn books and service sheets and direct people to seats. By the time the service started my feet were killing, which wasn’t helped by having to stand up and walk around during times in the service. Just, ouch!

   So, as I sit here now writing this blog, about to tuck in to a piece of scrumptious Bakewell Tart, nursing my ridiculously sore feet, I am enjoying reminiscing of this night, last year.

My response to the Condem’d.

It seems the new coalition is not very popular, and honestly, it’s rather clear why. They are unelected and unwanted by the people. They stand for the elite, privileged few and strive to protect them. The rich, protecting the rich.

Twenty three of the twenty nine Cabinet Ministers are millionaires, therefore I find it hard to believe we really are “All in this together”. I don’t believe a millionaire is going to feel the cuts as much as someone who is on minimum wage, so why should these people dictate what happens to our country? They have no idea about real people! Unless you live a real life, you can’t understand, however, trying to explain that to a Condem would be like catching smoke with bare hands.

Now, I’m not about to be the person that stands up and says Labour made no mistakes, no government is perfect, however I despise this constant slating, the constant ringing from the Condems saying it is all Labour’s fault. It’s narrow minded and ridiculously partisan, instead of blaming, stand up and fix it!

I disagree with many cuts, etc, implemented by the government, but as a student, I think it’s right that I feel passionately about tuition fees and the scrapping of EMA. Firstly, the raise of tuition fees, as if it wasn’t difficult enough to survive the debts of university, this government is set to make it much worse, this seriously demises the opportunities for all students and young people to reach their full potential, it also means people will be forced to look for work at earlier ages, but wait, job’s are cut left, right and centre. So they’ll go onto benefits, but wait! Benefits are being cut too! The raise of tuition fees is simply a way to keep the Elite well educated, so they can continue to rise to power, and legislate to benefit themselves. Secondly, EMA, what the Condem’s don’t think about are the families who, if pushed to choice would pull their children out of education, to work, because they cannot survive on their income, if these children didn’t receive EMA when proceeding to higher education, they would have to go into work, more people who can’t find work, have to go on benefits, but oh wait, Yeah, I think you see the pattern. Or the children, who simply can’t afford the equipment, uniform, transport, etc, to attend school every day. Of course, the Condem’s don’t understand this, because they aren’t in this position!

On this, I want to talk about who I now refer to as “The I don’t care bunch”. I receive EMA, so do a few of my friends, however, some don’t, the same is said with tuition fees. I have a few friends who plan on going to university, and a few that don’t.. I’ve found that the response from people that don’t get EMA or don’t want to go to University has been, “Well, I don’t want to go to University anyway, so it doesn’t apply to me!” Similarly, “Well, I don’t get EMA anyway, so it doesn’t apply to me!” I think what they don’t realise is that maybe one day, they will have children, those children may have been entitled to EMA, but it has been cut, and those children may choose to go to university, and the people who said “Well, it doesn’t apply to me anyway!” will be left to foot the bill. I don’t think they realise that just because these cuts don’t affect them, it doesn’t mean other cuts won’t either, if they think the Condem’s will stop there, they are wrong, the worst is yet to come, something will affect them, and I think they’ll wish they had done something earlier.

I will fight, if the Condem’s think they will get things done that screws over the majority of the population, the real people, they are sadly mistaken, I refuse to give into them and say, hey, what will be, will be. The cuts are going too far and they will ruin our country! “We’re all in this together” You tell that to the local worker who has just lost his/her job after years, because of you. On the contrary, we aren’t all in this together, you have your elite group, and we, the real people, have our group, if you want to look at what’s wrong with society, look in the mirror!

Welcome to the Condemnation!

Population: us.

Lead by: clueless millionaires and people who refuse to stand up for what they once believed in.

Good Luck comrades.

A response to recent events and the response of the Twitterverse.

I must say, I’m writing this with some caution, I realise some of my fellow tweeters may not agree with what I say, but tough, everyone is entitled to their own opinion.
So, Harriet Harman said something about Danny Alexander being a red rodent? I’ve heard that before entering government, Danny Alexander’s job was something to do with squirrels, so there you go, maybe that’s where it came from.. Of course, everyone will make their own suggestions of where the comment came from, and I’ve no doubt that some of the more right wing press will take this as an opportunity to attack Labour. (Surprise, surprise, that’s politics!)
Now, I’m a bit of a newbie when it comes to politics, I’m not the most well informed person, and on a few too many basis’s I don’t completely understand what everyone is talking about. The point is, I’m sure you all know how everything goes better than me, but really, not a part of me believes Mrs Harman would say something to offend or hurt someone, I think that what she said has been taken out of context and twisted to suit people’s opinions.
What I’m really upset by is the fact that people have chosen to show their nasty side, on the social networking site ‘Twitter’ I do think it is rather uncalled for, voice your opinion and let go. What has also annoyed me is how people seem to have forgotten all the good Mrs Harman has done, and does for our party. I don’t understand how they could turn their back on her.
This type of moral panic over Twitter infuriates me, I believe Twitter is a place for Comradery, not impoliteness. I’m not condoning what Mrs Harman said, because it’s not my place to. But tweeters,please,  just stop. We should be fighting the coalition! Not each other. I’m more disappointed by some of you, than her.
I admire and support Mrs Harman, and I’m grateful for everything she has done for our party and country.

My Past of Politics.

I was thinking about this earlier, and realised that none of you have any idea about my political past, mainly because I don’t talk about it. So, I’ll tell you.
I am currently a Labour Party member. However, if you had asked me my political views this time last year, I would’ve answered differently. Last year I started my A Level in politics, and realising I didn’t particularly agree with the Conservatives, and disliking the current government, I researched the Liberal Democrat’s. Liking what I read and saw I classed myself as a Liberal Democrat supporter. Prior to this my only political thoughts had been a year or so earlier, in an art project I researched and based a project on The Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament. Around this time I also took a dislike to a politician, based on what I had been exposed to from the media, and my family, who are all non-political, and dislike all politicians, saying they are all just out for themselves. (I do not take this approach.)
There was a time before the general election that I believed a Conservative majority would be the outcome, believing this I decided to e-mail David Cameron, with what I thought, and wishing him the best for the election. It was around this time that I joined the social networking site, Twitter, and became very interested in what Sarah Brown, wife of then Prime minister, Gordon Brown tweeted. It occurred to me throughout the election that my heart was with Labour. Yet I clung to the Liberal Democrats, as it seemed the right choice at the time, I was also highly impressed with the performance of Nick Clegg, in various speeches and debates.
And then it all happened.. The formation of the coalition pushed me over the edge, after trying so hard to convince the Liberal Democrat’s to form a coalition with the Labour Party, which was far more ideologically correct, they betrayed us, and the Condem’s were formed. On this ground I joined the Labour Party, and I’ve never looked back since. I love the Labour Party, and I’ve never felt more accepted, the members and politicians alike are amazing.
My worst political experience so far has been when Gordon Brown resigned, I cried for hours. My Mum came home and found me crying, and she couldn’t understand why, but to me, it was awful. I really admire Gordon Brown, he’s what the country needs, not David Cameron.
My birthday was May 6th, I turned 17, I was devastated that I was exactly one year too young to vote, but now, I’m glad, I would have voted for the Liberal Democrat’s. In the next election, I’ll vote Labour.

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