Neknominate: Stop the craze, save a life, grow up.

Alcohol awareness charity DrinkAware has called on parents to take the lead against extreme and dangerous drinking challenges like Neknominate on social media channels. Since this craze has gone ‘viral,’ three young people have died taking part in the challenge. The apparent ‘craze’ involves participants, young, old and stupid encourage each other to film themselves consuming large amounts of alcohol in one go, nominating someone else to continue the game, wherever in the world, via video on social channels including Facebook, Twitter and YouTube.

I’ll be honest, I do like a few glasses of wine in the evening after a long day, or meeting my best mate at the pub for a jolly old knees up, but this happens over a long period of time. Ok, probably the amount of alcohol units consumed would be enough to give most doctors a heart attack, but with food and being sensible with my alcohol consumption, I am being careful.
This Neknominate crap, was mentioned in my local the other day, with some daft twits nominating each other to neck a pint of lager, whilst filming themselves and posting it to Facebook. Over the course of a week, the nominations bounced back and forth between the 8 that took part and it seems their *crazy viral idea* has fallen off the face of the earth.
This online chain letter thrown in with childish games seems to be the talk on everyone’s lips in the press recently. It is believed to have started in Perth, Australia. The trend swept across the country, faster than you can say Jack Robinson and everyone from teenagers to fully grown men are getting in on this stupid craze. The friggin craze has its own Wikipedia page for Fuck’s sake. Some people are saying it’s the craze to get involved with, whilst others are trying  to stop it and campaign for young people’s safety.
Those who are getting involved with the campaign to stop it includes a horrified mother who went public with a picture of her unconscious son who was covered in his own vomit, in a bit to spread awareness. Nikki Hunter found her son passed out on the sofa, after a night out with mates, drinking three bottles of spirits. Her 19 year old student son, had accepted a dare to film himself downing a horrendous, unbelievable deadly mix of vodka, whisky, Southern Comfort, Barcadi and Sherry, BARF.
After the twat worried his mother into position thinking he was unconscious or dying, she put him in the recovery position and took a picture to warn others of the dangers of Neknominate.
I hate being there when people are sick, damn I hate when I’m sick, it’s disgusting, makes you feel totally gross and generally shit, so having a photo catapulted across newspapers and social media channels should be a lesson to 19 year old Kieran and all the others out there.
Some of the dares are just unimaginable. Girls dressed in their underwear parading round the local supermarket, drinking live goldfish (yes you read that right), eating and drinking the contents of a fridge, riding into a store on a horse, or running up a motorway semi-naked drinking huge quantities of alcohol, for the fun of it.
Everyone who drinks, likes a tipple. Whether your drink of choice is wine, like me, a cold beer, a perfectly poured Guinness or something a little stronger like a good spirit. Christ, I’m not judging you, everyone has their own little pick-me-ups but this type of game is really stupid. This game is letting children and young people believe it is acceptable in our society to do this. It’s not. Drinking is dangerous if not done carefully. I’ve been an idiot in the past, at 21 drinking my body weight in vodka & red bull, because at £2.50 a pint, I didn’t see the wrong in it – until the next morning when I felt like I was having a heart attack. The truth is, you have to know your limits.
This game is sick, it’s encouraging too young people to get involved, exploiting kids of all ages, promoting something that really isn’t or shouldn’t be promoted and harming those around them, including animals, which is completely fucked up.
The Daily Mirror reported a few weeks ago that the RSPCA has got involved to stop animal cruelty.

The RSPCA is launching animal cruelty investigations into pranksters who film themselves downing goldfish as part of a bizarre drinking game.

The animal welfare charity has received numerous complaints of footage being posted online of people drinking alcohol with fish in the glass.

The incidents appear to be part of new craze called NekNominate, involving people filming themselves “necking’ alcohol, then nominating a friend to do the same – and challenging each other on to do more extreme and outlandish feats.

In one clip posted on Facebook, a thug dressed in pants and a bow tie, proudly drinks THREE goldfish in a glass with cider, eggs, battery fluid and urine.

RSPCA wildlife scientist Nicola White said: “We are extremely concerned about this shocking new trend. We have had quite a few similar cases reported to us in a very short space of time – but this could be just the tip of the iceberg as there’s probably many more we have not been told about.

“Eating a live animal and posting of a film of it on the internet is not some light-hearted joke – it is unacceptable. It sends out a clear message that animal cruelty is OK as long as it is in the guise of entertainment.

“We urge people not to take part in this horrible craze and to report to us anyone who is taking part.”

 If you’re really that desperate to get noticed, to make new friends, or whatever it is you think will make you more popular, take a leaf out of these guys books, and grow the fuck up.

If you want to be noticed for doing something a little different, give up your Neknomination and trade it in for a RAKnomination, also known as Random Acts of Kindness.  Not sure what that is? Google it.


Today’s Rant: London Transport in the weather

What is it with London Transport when it’s raining, snowing, icy, sunny or just normal? This morning I walked to Twickenham rail station to get my normal weekday train at 7.53 and whilst waiting patiently listening to my morning iTube playlist, sipping a cup of hot tea in my sippy cup, a few people with agitated faces stomped off towards the exit. The faces that require little emotion but pure ‘oh, for fuck sakes,’ gave the slight hint, there may indeed be something wrong.
I have a pretty chilled route to work. There’s no running for a bus, sitting in God-awful traffic, being squashed under someone’s sweaty armpit on the underground or have to endure a journey longer than an hour. I just walk the 10 minutes to Twickenham station, get the semi-fast train to London Waterloo and then get the non-bendy 521 bus to Chancery Lane, take a little walk and I’m here at work in Farringdon. Not bad for a 50 minute all in all journey. But when there are delays, it’s like panic central all round. No one can cope, there’s no normality, just plenty of pissed off commuters, unforgiving bosses and a load of staff complaining that next week, they’re going on strike.
This morning, I could have strangled the staff member on the speaker.
We’re sorry to announce there is a delay on the 7.48 train to London Waterloo….

This was swiftly followed by another announcement 5 minutes later saying the same thing and again at 8.03, this time mentioning they weren’t really sure how long this train or trains would be delayed but if we went to Richmond, we sure could be luckier getting the District Line and change at any of the interchangeable stops.

How thoughtful of you. Thanks, I now shall be later for that meeting I had booked in, by walking breathlessly up the A316 before staggering up a hill or getting a bus at this time of the morning with the rugrats of West London, in a hot steamy bus to be sat in the traffic.

I asked a member of staff what the delay was, they couldn’t answer. Shouldn’t staff know what these problems are? I can understand if 4ft of snow corrupted a line or there was severe flooding and a train couldn’t leave its station because of safety issues or there had been a fatality but a delay for no reason? Why, what’s the excuse? Did someone not get out of the right side of their bed and just couldn’t be arsed? WTF, we pay enough for our commutes into London, that we shouldn’t have to put up with this shit, unless it’s a complete tragedy. It’s complete nonsense, when no one can give a logical explanation.

How on earth are they going to cope when the snow comes? Apparently we’re waiting for snow, what the fuck are they going to do then?

I’m babbling now, makes sense in my head.

Stupid trains and their stupid people who are lazy.

Hope tonight is better.




Morning Rant: People on public transport, are they from a different world?


What is it with people on public transport that turns them into complete morons? This morning I got onto the train thinking that it would be a good day. Instead it was a journey of hell rather than fun. There are some thing in life that are simply unexplainable. This, this morning is most definitely one of them.

Picture this; get on the train, the cool air-conditioned carriage, put in your earphones and lie back, head resting on the semi-comfortable red passenger seats. It’s only a 25 minute train journey. We love sitting on the fast trains, whizzing into London Waterloo, rather than stopping at every stop, is a lifesaver, especially in the mornings. I had just come out of the dentist. 2 more wisdom teeth had been yanked out, the blood and the feeling of numb gums and a baggy bottom lip (hate that feeling), the last thing you want is people disturbing the peace. Well, today, clearly wasn’t my day.

Woman with the IQ of a knat and her 3 screaming brats were causing mayhem on the overground. Kept running up and down the carriage, knocked over an old woman and kept pulling on the emergency stop alarm. One very put-together suit, approached her and told her to control her children, which was responded with that oh so lovely thing girls (and guys) of a certain age do when they have no respect for their society, kissed her teeth and saw red.

“You fucking what?”

Believe me, the suit moved along quite quickly as Vicky Pollard and her crew of shitty misfits pulled the face that threatened ‘move along, or watch your back.’

Where was Jeremy Kyle?


Hopefully my tutting (I’m definitely getting older) and the mumbling of, this is why condoms are used, muttered under my breath made her get the hint- probably not but heres hoping her day is shit and smothered in karma.

This is where a carriage for the inconsiderate f*ckwits and their offspring should be placed. It has caused me to be late, later than planned and I feel a migraine coming alone. Not enough tea in the world can make me feel a little more spritely after having 2 more wisdom teeth yanked out. Aaargh.

End of rant, I need to work. I might write a letter to Jeremy and South West Trains about that carriage thing. Or start a petition and see what the response is.

Over and out.

The ‘Other’ Inbox – the portal to the underground

My ‘other’ inbox in Facebook is full of some random things. Spam, messages of love, invitations for marriage, dates, prize messages, ‘You’ve won the lottery’ and special discounts on the latest Viagra tablets and so forth. It’s all a little strange. Digital Trends, a digital and technology reviews website, posted an article by Katie Knibbs, a writer from Chicago, last week about Facebook’s feature, the ‘other’ inbox. It’s seriously a portal of weird beings who just exist to irritate. Knibbs identified the main categories of the weird aliens who contact you.

They are:

  • The ‘confused friends who don’t know how to add you’
  • Event updates
  • Page updates
  • The creepers
  • The spammers

I honestly never had taken a notice until a notification pinged up onto my iPhone that I had a message from John Clive.  A 50 something year old dude who clearly hasn’t heard the word ‘perv.’ John Clive messaged me this:



There are a few things wrong with this.

First off, my name is not pretty, therefore you won’t find it under the English Dictionary with my picture attached. I have a name for a reason. Please do your research John, before you contact me.

Secondly, ‘I feel so good and secured after going through your profile’ – that’s not stalkerish AT ALL. I know for a fact my profile isn’t available to the masses. I know I have a public profile but only so much can be viewed across it. It freaks me out that there is a right weirdo out there getting off on my profile, if he’s even doing that. Still freaky though.

Thirdly, ‘can we get to know each other?’ No, is the answer to that. I really don’t want to know anymore about you.

I checked out his profile and it confirms it. He’s a bit of a loser. He’s from America, wouldn’t at all be bad looking if I passed him in the street, has a few photo’s of him larking around or posing by a lamp post but has a rather proud ‘look at me’ moment, kneeling next to a rather large, I’m pretty sure it’s dead, turkey, smiling proudly into the camera with his prize.

I don’t know about you, but generally when random stuff is posted to you online, you tend to either ignore it or throw it to the sheep end into the trash/spam folder. This, I’m just amazed it has the response to it, like it has.

I asked the guys in my office and they were generally surprised they even had a ‘other’ inbox and the rest were amused by the message John had sent me. My colleague Olly, jumped through the air when he found 89 messages within his ‘other’ folder, where most of the messages consisted of spam and he won something on a caption contest back in December and he’s missing out on his £10 Amazon voucher. How exciting.

To access your “hidden” inbox, click on the “Messages” link on the left-hand side of your Facebook home page. From there, you should see a sub-option—called “Other“—pop up under Messages or situated next to your “inbox” option. Click that to see your other messages.

Have you had a weird experience with your ‘other’ inbox? I’m interested to hear your responses.



Do You Fall Under One Of These 16 College Students? I Want To Know [infographic]

I saw this infographic earlier and thought I would share it with you all. It reflects on the people you’re most likely to find at College and it made me giggle so I thought, sod it, see if I’m not the only one who have seen these people at school and ask you to comment below.

I remember when I was at college, God that feels like time ago, I was 16 and trying to be really cool. I wasn’t. I was a total doofus that no one could remember my name and thought on my first day of college, I could try and be somewhat cool by wearing thee most unflattering bright pink baggy trousers. I was known to the whole college and anyone who lived within close range of the campus as Pink Trousie Girl. That was my name. Beautiful… hey? I thought I was seriously cool. People knew me as that and instead of bothering to learn my name, a nice and easy ‘Dannii,’ Pink Trousie Girl was here to stay.

Looking back, I can see why no one bothered to learn my name. They were a seriously unattractive pair of trousers that I had spent a stupid amount of my money on to sweep the streets of Hounslow in. Beauty at its best. They were bright pink. You know, the sort of pink that in the pitch black darkness of the night, I would be stopped like a blinking bicycle safety person. They had these tassels that hung down from both leg sides and pockets, you’d think that I was into bondage and would tie myself up for the fun of it. I can’t think for the life of me why they were there in the first place. I spent most of my first year trying to sow the bastard things back on or safety pinning them into a new layer of clothing I had to attach for all the rips I was getting in them on a monthly basis. From no one knowing my name or anyone bothering to accept who I was, I was a bit of a loner. I had a few friends at the college but they had their group of friends and my new fame from the trousers didn’t help my popularity rating so I became friends with the dark, cool and individual crowd. You know the ones who have their own unique style. They’re not part of any clothes-wearing group but they are part of the drama group or moody bunch but look much older than they are and are actually pretty cool.


I think my only claim to being any sort of cool was when people actually started wearing the monstrous trousers in public after Liberty X and Britney Spears wore them in some video. I like to claim and hand-over-my-heart feel that the people of Isleworth and Hounslow wore the trousers because of me. I’m clearly still a loser.

The below infographic annoyingly doesn’t have the student type group I fell under but the 16 that are mentioned below are given a clap because they are true. So well done E Campus for the infographic.

Which college student do you fall or under or did at school, I want to know :]

Made Me Laugh… The Different Type Of Facebookers

This made me laugh and I wanted to share it with you all. For those who have Facebook accounts will know what I mean when they see the infographic below. The website added this picture to their site a while back and it still rings true even now. I use my Facebook for connecting with family and friends the world over, speaking to friends I plan on skyping but never do (I’m not the only one!) and adding some rather ridiculous photo’s of that weekend we all fail to remember. We’ve all seen the bad Facebook account posted online in some hideous  manor but all wonder if that person actually exists but it seems there are some dummies out there.

I can’t really choose which one is my favourite of the below as they all are equally brilliant.

The problems with buses

If like me, you’ve come across plenty of times when you’re waiting for what seems a millennium for a bus these days you’ll understand the dying urge to get home rather quickly. Very few times have I encountered such a thing, when a bus driver drives quicker than a shooting star to my destination. Today is not that day.

I’m on the bus. Problem: its slow and annoyingly moving slower than a rare breed of snail stuck on glue. Thus proving the chances of me getting to my destination in rocket speed is unlikely. However I have Twitter, comical tales from email and work to laugh over and a vision of a glass of wine to soon be in my hand. That alone sends gives me a smile worth smiling about. I may even jump off the buss like Tigger does when I get to the other end. A bouncy bouncy thought that makes me squeal to myself in delight.

I sometimes get myself overly annoyed about the problems with the TFL that can stretch from the double decker bus to the underground and whole-heartedly haven’t complained about it as much as I have done in recent weeks. Yes I moan about the constant fiasco that is the National Rail, but I assume its because Isleworth is just not as up-to-date as Richmond or Clapham as I might have hoped. If the buses can’t perform on a regular basis how in sweet magnolia are they going to cope when the world arrives on our doorstep for the Olympics? Saying that, how will the whole of the transport network cope with it? Something maybe I should question when it happens. For the moment, thinking only of passing buildings and that large glass of vino are the only thoughts I should and will now concentrate on to make this journey quicker. It’s like I can taste the sweet rose already-just wait Dannii, it will happen soon.