cellardoor

I'm really getting engrossed in this whole major-corporation-exploits-underpaid-and-underskilled-workers thing. It's a reflection of the literature i've been reading of late, i suppose. The only trouble is, it makes me proactive, and overly so, and finding a venting point for these ideas is difficult. Online journals may just be the answer i'm looking for.

For example, tonite i went to Bingo. Bingo is possibly one of the most mundane things you can possibly occupy and evening with. The only reason I went was because my dad's away and I felt sorry for my mum, she hates the feeling of being alone.
So i was sat there, blobbing my numbers with the marker when i noticed a few things about the bingo caller. Not only was he of asian origin, but he was overly camp. Whether this was just an act I can only speculate, but the point was that this was in the middle of a place called Rochdale. Rochdale is a town with typically old-fashioned values, including much prejudice against gay people and people of other races. And here we had an overtly camp asian person performing a pivitol role in the local community. I'm not exagerating, the old women who turn up to Bingo have little to look forward to in the week and the Bingo game is the highlight of their weeks. And the Bingo caller is one of the most respected icons of this 'community', stopping to make conversation with these women and brighten up their otherwise dull lives.

I guess the point i'm trying to make is that the growth of Britain has been such that we are now an openly diverse people, and whilst prejudices may still exist (prejudice will always exist, we are human) they are certainly not evident as much as they used tobe,or still are in other countries. Whether i'm trying to put across a message of national pride, I have no idea, i'll let you decide. But this is just one example of how overactive my imagination becomes when stimulated in the correct way. Eek.