2nd March 2006 - The one where I just don't know what the world is coming to!!!!

Today I just want to ask one question: What is the world coming to?

I was just walking down Brentwood High Street with Lauren, having been to buy a few bits for the house, when we passed a group of young boys. I was on the phone to my brother at the time. These boys couldn't have been more than eleven or twelve years old. The minute they saw me, they started shouting abuse. "Yeah, it's her, I can tell by the dodgy nose" and "she ain't that good looking in the flesh" and "I'd shag her but Jordan's better" and so it carried on. Normally I ignore no-brained twats like that but since they were only children, I thought I'd tell them off like children. I told them all to grow up and have some respect and to learn some manners. They ran away red-faced (but still shouting abuse). To shout abuse like that is bloody rude and even more disgusting for the fact that they could see I was on the phone. It has also made me realise that when I'm ready to have kids, I will not be bringing them up in this country.

Don't get me wrong, it hasn't upset me at all, I'm not in the slightest bit bothered. In fact, I'd have happily stood there for an hour teaching them about the importance of having respect and being a nice person. What has bothered me, however, is the knowledge that if I have kids and I stay here in England to bring them up, they will have vile little brats like that as mates. I would never want a child of mine hanging around with kids like that. I'm not a snob, I'm just a normal nice person, who doesn't ever feel the need to shout insults at strangers in public. Now, I know they are only kids and kids often do have a lot of growing up to do, but I was NEVER that hideous as a child or teenager. I respected my school teachers, I respected anybody older than me, I never bullied anyone and I would certainly never have shouted obscenities in public. It terrifies me that some of the youth of today are nothing but little yobs, who can't read and write properly, who can't even speak English properly and who stand in the street spitting, yelling at people, swearing and smoking. One of the hideous 11 year olds had a fag in his mouth that was bigger than him!!!

Anyway, apart from that, today has been a brilliant day. Paul, my motorbike instructor from two years ago (if you've read my book, you'll know who I'm talking about) popped over to see my new house and we had a good old chat and catch up. I love Paul; he's such a top bloke. He never fails to make me laugh and he amazes me with his view on things. Whenever I have a problem or grievance, I can tell Paul and he will give me a totally different and fresh point of view on it. He's great. I also had the Sky man here all morning sorting out the Sky TV in my bedroom. Ooooh, I forgot to say; the power came back on at 6am this morning and we woke to a house of blazing bright lights. I ran round turning them all off and slipped back under the duvet I was sharing on the lounge floor with Lauren. I also had the best news ever today. I'm so excited I'm ready to burst. The only problem is that I'm not sure I'm allowed to tell anyone just yet. I'll find out for definite tomorrow and let you know as soon as I can.

I am now about to jump in the shower as Dave will be here in an hour. Me, Dave, Lauren, Tony, Jordan, my mum and my dad are all going out for an Indian. It's Jordan's birthday on Saturday the 4th so the celebrations are starting already. Tonight is a nice meal, tomorrow is carnage pub crawl of Brentwood, Saturday is another night of partying and Sunday is Jord's gig (although I think I'm now going to be working all day Sunday). Tomorrow I am taking Jord to Bluewater to get him a new wardrobe for his birthday. He needs clothes and shoes and it's better that he chooses them himself, I'll just whip the card out at the end to pay for them. I've got him a little something else as well but won't say what it is til after I give it to him cos he reads this every day so don't want to ruin the surprise.

Better be off. Shower beckons. Have a lovely Thursday evening and I'll write again later if I get a chance

xxxxx