Saturday, March 21, 2009
Google Street View, bring back the vomiting Brit
Thus says the typical UK blog. These days vomiting men (and of course women) are as typical of the British street scene as hockey Moms and apple pie are of the US street scene.
As bloggers say, to remove vomiting Brits from Google Street View "is as iconoclastic as to remove images of the French seated at cafes, smoking or to remove the work of Michel Houellebecq from Google".
IMO: To censor such pictures is to cause damage to the British way of life. Decent, upright UK citizens have vomited in the streets since the days of Hogarth and earlier AND BEEN PICTURED DOING SO, often in valuable historical museums, one of which, at the famous Hogarth Roundabout, is only a short walk from where I write this. Google's alleged infamy appears to be yet another example of how US corruption is damaging the fabric of British society. Alright, Google's infamy is not as bad as Obama, Bush, Goldman Sachs or AIG but it is cerainly yet another straw that shows the way the wind blows
Why, soon typical examples of the British way of life like the following will be censored from existence.
" “I’m p***ed out of my f***ing head,” the 28-year-old declares, as she sits unsteadily on a bench. “I’ve been drinking all night but I still have some room for a few more.”
Meanwhile 19-year-old nursery nurse Kayleigh Kennedy is slumped on the floor outside the Blu Bamboo club. Pal Lindsey Nicholson, 24, says she has had six double vodkas but insists: “We’re good girls. We never get into trouble. We stay out of the way.”
A pretty 18-year-old blonde, who only gives her name as Rachel, is looking the worse for wear by 11.30pm as she stands in the city’s Bigg Market. The teenager supports herself with one hand against an office window as she vomits on the pavement while her pal strokes her head.
Nearby, Gemma, 18, has lost her taxi fare and is trying to get some cash. She does herself no favours as she tells passers-by: “If you give me a fiver I’ll show you my t*ts.”
Reveller Lauren McNiven and ten of her mates have hit the town to celebrate a friend’s birthday. They started drinking at 7pm and usually stay out until 3.30am, she says.
Student Lauren, 21, who is about to qualify as a primary school teacher, adds that they never get into trouble but she admits she will have up to 11 glasses of wine or spirits on a night out.
At around midnight, barefoot teenagers in colourful dresses lurch from bar to nightclub along Sauchiehall Street and Queen Street, narrowly avoiding shards of glass strewn along the pavement.
A teenage birthday girl in a PVC SuperGirl outfit is shouting obscenities at fellow revellers and demanding that strangers buy her drinks. The rest of her fancy dress-clad group drag her into the next available bar to take advantage of discounted drinks.
Meanwhile at half past midnight on the riverfront a group of binge-drinking girls in Grecian togas are arguing drunkenly about where their final destination of the night should be.
Another girl slumps in the doorway of a takeaway, spreading her legs in her short skirt to gain attention from passing males.
Later, a pretty redhead momentarily leaves her pals in search of a quiet spot to lean over railings and vomit. Minutes later she calmly rejoins her friends to enter a club and continue drinking.
At 2.20am two girls kick off their shoes and, despite the broken glass covering the pavement, they take it in turns to give each other piggy-back rides down the street as they search for a taxi to take them home.
It’s only 11pm but the city’s Broad Street is already echoing to police and ambulance sirens as unruly women fight outside the bars and clubs.
A girl, already the worse for wear from alcopops, stumbles across the street wearing only one shoe, telling a pal: “I’m wasted. I want to go home.” Her equally drunken mate is holding on to a street lamp as she throws up the remains of the “buy-one-get-one-free” cocktails.
An hour later a couple are rowing loudly in a nightclub entrance because the man has grabbed her friend’s bum.
As the woman continues to swear and put her fist in her partner’s face, it takes three cops to restrain her.
A girl outside a row of fast food shops takes a bite out of her kebab, then vomits on the pavement, holding on to a pole to keep herself upright.
With hair plastered to her face and a pool of vomit on the pavement, another woman falls victim to our booze culture.
It takes two paramedics, lifting her by each arm, to carry her to an ambulance.
Nearby, close to the city’s Men Arena, another girl is slumped in a doorway, her head stuck between her legs as she tries in vain to sober up. Her pals try to flag down passing taxis in a bid to get her off the street, then drag her to her feet and stagger off down the road in search of a lift home.
Two girls struggle to support their drunken friend as she falls into fencing, flashing her bum as she stumbles.
In nearby St Mary Street, outside Squares nightclub, a young woman lies on the pavement, face-down in her own vomit after taking advantage of too many cut-price drinks. Paramedics fuss around the girl, clearing her airways before lifting her on to a stretcher and into an ambulance. At 1.45am the night ends for another teenager as her concerned parents arrive to carry her home. Minutes earlier she had been sprawled on the pavement outside the same club as the girl who had needed hospital treatment. For her too, the night of “fun” is over." "
Thus says the typical UK blog. These days vomiting men (and of course women) are as typical of the British street scene as hockey Moms and apple pie are of the US street scene.
As bloggers say, to remove vomiting Brits from Google Street View "is as iconoclastic as to remove images of the French seated at cafes, smoking or to remove the work of Michel Houellebecq from Google".
IMO: To censor such pictures is to cause damage to the British way of life. Decent, upright UK citizens have vomited in the streets since the days of Hogarth and earlier AND BEEN PICTURED DOING SO, often in valuable historical museums, one of which, at the famous Hogarth Roundabout, is only a short walk from where I write this. Google's alleged infamy appears to be yet another example of how US corruption is damaging the fabric of British society. Alright, Google's infamy is not as bad as Obama, Bush, Goldman Sachs or AIG but it is cerainly yet another straw that shows the way the wind blows
Why, soon typical examples of the British way of life like the following will be censored from existence.
" “I’m p***ed out of my f***ing head,” the 28-year-old declares, as she sits unsteadily on a bench. “I’ve been drinking all night but I still have some room for a few more.”
Meanwhile 19-year-old nursery nurse Kayleigh Kennedy is slumped on the floor outside the Blu Bamboo club. Pal Lindsey Nicholson, 24, says she has had six double vodkas but insists: “We’re good girls. We never get into trouble. We stay out of the way.”
A pretty 18-year-old blonde, who only gives her name as Rachel, is looking the worse for wear by 11.30pm as she stands in the city’s Bigg Market. The teenager supports herself with one hand against an office window as she vomits on the pavement while her pal strokes her head.
Nearby, Gemma, 18, has lost her taxi fare and is trying to get some cash. She does herself no favours as she tells passers-by: “If you give me a fiver I’ll show you my t*ts.”
Reveller Lauren McNiven and ten of her mates have hit the town to celebrate a friend’s birthday. They started drinking at 7pm and usually stay out until 3.30am, she says.
Student Lauren, 21, who is about to qualify as a primary school teacher, adds that they never get into trouble but she admits she will have up to 11 glasses of wine or spirits on a night out.
At around midnight, barefoot teenagers in colourful dresses lurch from bar to nightclub along Sauchiehall Street and Queen Street, narrowly avoiding shards of glass strewn along the pavement.
A teenage birthday girl in a PVC SuperGirl outfit is shouting obscenities at fellow revellers and demanding that strangers buy her drinks. The rest of her fancy dress-clad group drag her into the next available bar to take advantage of discounted drinks.
Meanwhile at half past midnight on the riverfront a group of binge-drinking girls in Grecian togas are arguing drunkenly about where their final destination of the night should be.
Another girl slumps in the doorway of a takeaway, spreading her legs in her short skirt to gain attention from passing males.
Later, a pretty redhead momentarily leaves her pals in search of a quiet spot to lean over railings and vomit. Minutes later she calmly rejoins her friends to enter a club and continue drinking.
At 2.20am two girls kick off their shoes and, despite the broken glass covering the pavement, they take it in turns to give each other piggy-back rides down the street as they search for a taxi to take them home.
It’s only 11pm but the city’s Broad Street is already echoing to police and ambulance sirens as unruly women fight outside the bars and clubs.
A girl, already the worse for wear from alcopops, stumbles across the street wearing only one shoe, telling a pal: “I’m wasted. I want to go home.” Her equally drunken mate is holding on to a street lamp as she throws up the remains of the “buy-one-get-one-free” cocktails.
An hour later a couple are rowing loudly in a nightclub entrance because the man has grabbed her friend’s bum.
As the woman continues to swear and put her fist in her partner’s face, it takes three cops to restrain her.
A girl outside a row of fast food shops takes a bite out of her kebab, then vomits on the pavement, holding on to a pole to keep herself upright.
With hair plastered to her face and a pool of vomit on the pavement, another woman falls victim to our booze culture.
It takes two paramedics, lifting her by each arm, to carry her to an ambulance.
Nearby, close to the city’s Men Arena, another girl is slumped in a doorway, her head stuck between her legs as she tries in vain to sober up. Her pals try to flag down passing taxis in a bid to get her off the street, then drag her to her feet and stagger off down the road in search of a lift home.
Two girls struggle to support their drunken friend as she falls into fencing, flashing her bum as she stumbles.
In nearby St Mary Street, outside Squares nightclub, a young woman lies on the pavement, face-down in her own vomit after taking advantage of too many cut-price drinks. Paramedics fuss around the girl, clearing her airways before lifting her on to a stretcher and into an ambulance. At 1.45am the night ends for another teenager as her concerned parents arrive to carry her home. Minutes earlier she had been sprawled on the pavement outside the same club as the girl who had needed hospital treatment. For her too, the night of “fun” is over." "
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