This move comes a few months after English pubs were told that they could apply for 24 hour drinking licences. (Most English pubs are required to close at 11pm)
Surely nothing encourages heavy drinking more than allowing people to drink ALL day, EVERY day.
What is even sadder about this is that pubs will claim that it is only a small irresponsible few that drink (the yobs) and get out of control yet all of us have to suffer.
Well I KNOW I am not a yob. In fact I don’t just know that I am not a yob, an independant body has declared that I am a certified responsible drinker. Ok, so I took the Are You a Yob quiz [via The Guardian].
You scored 12
You work hard and play hard, and manage to keep your anti-social behaviour in check most of the time.
…I am off to show this to the nearest barman and see if I can convince him to sell me (and only me!) two beers for the price of one.
Are you a yob? Go and have a go if you think your hard enough.
]]>Also thank you to Angie who though didn’t ask a question, left a wonderful and encouraging message. Angie you have done this more than once and I just wanted you to know that I appreciate your words.
So without further ado…here they are:
Asking questions that only a non-blogger would ask Mich wanted to know
Given me a thick skin, introduced me to a world of people and views that I would probably never have come across.
Most certainly but I would make sure I had an exit plan. There have been a few times when I have wanted to quit this blog and I have never known how.
Yes. There have been some negative aspects but these are outweighed by the positive. If at any time I felt that bad times exceeded the good; I would quit.
African or European?
On a more serious note the answer is said to be 11 meters per second, or 24 miles an hour.
Bernie wanted to know:
My blog had been in existence for a while before I decided to name it. I blogged about the history of the name but there is one thing I forgot to mention.
In Kenya, when the word Mama is used as prefix it usually means, Mother of where the word after is the name of the child e.g. my mother would be Mama Kui.
Other times it can be used to refer to a woman who works in a particular trade, e.g. a woman who sells vegetables can be called Mama Mboga (mboga is Kiswahili for vegetables)
In some instances it can be used to refer to a woman who owns something e.g. a woman who owns cows would be Mama Ngombe. It is with this particular example in mind that I opted to use the once hated nickname as a blog title.
My blog is really where I come to share all the junk that is in my mind: Mama JunkYard’s sums that up…I hope….
I decided to ask the true Brit in our household, Mich. His response was, “Tell Bernie to go down the pub�. Initially I dismissed this but he does have a point.
To get a real feel of a place it is always better to observe and talk to the people who live there. I can’t think of a better place to meet, locals than to spend time in an English pub.
Visit as many as you can, be they middle class pubs, countryside pubs. Just go on one big nationwide pub crawl. Though some pubs I would avoid, especially those that have more than one Union Jack adorning the walls.
Today it feels half empty.
The next three were posed by Brutha Code.
A while back I read about Brown University’s Michael Jackson’s Wall of Shame. It was a list of ‘shameful’ men who dated outside their race. Soon after I read that the UK has one of the fastest growing mixed-race populations in the world.
Add to the fact that the US has had anti- miscegenation laws I wrongly concluded that the UK was more accepting of interracial relationships.
Now I realise that both countries have similar attitudes – it is still considered a taboo by many. The only difference is in how this disapproval is expressed. The English with their stiff upper lips settle for the odd glance, the occasional snide remark some even ignore your partner completely. If you don’t look for the signs, you would think that people are ok with it. In the States, people are a lot more vocal about their likes and dislikes.
The following is based solely on my interaction with both Kenyan and African American men:-
Both men are usually very forward in their approach but their language/choice of words will differ. African American men can be very blunt and explicit. Kenyan men, perhaps owing to the view that in our culture sex is considered a taboo subject, are more likely to settle for polite chat up lines.
The following are examples of chat up lines that I have been ‘subjected’ to:
“Are you sexually active baby� – random African American
“So, where is your boyfriend� – random Kenyan
Both take rejection badly.
Whoa! This is tough! I’ll give it a try.
We as black people know very little about ourselves. Sure, we may know about the black people who share our national identity but as a group, we still have a lot to learn about each other. As an African I always imagined that the blacks in the Caribbean region were all the same. It was a real shock to meet two very different groups of black people both with their own language and culture in one Caribbean/Central American nation.
I certainly left Belize not just wanting to learn a whole lot more about our people, but I also realise how much more united we would be if we knew more about each other.
KBW’s keeper of the memory vault, Memoire asked:
Girl I am so tempted to say The Wizard of Oz. If I get tired/bored and decide I want to go home, I just click my shoes and repeat “there’s no place like home�.
If there was no way out at all, then I would love to be stuck in the Lion King. Living with Timon and Pumbaa, singing Hakuna Matata sounds like heaven. Not sure about eating bugs though.
Memoire, I have tried to narrow it down to one but I can’t so I shall list three.
Walking in Memphis (Marc Cohn) the words, his voice, everything about this song just moves me.
The Retreat Song (Miriam Makeba), my aunt used to sing this song to me as a child and I performed this song three years in a row while at University so it really is a big part of my life.
Kabhi kabhi mere dil mein (Lata Mangeshkar, Mukesh– from the movie Kabhie Kabhi) another song from my childhood, always reminds me of my grandmother.
Ah..so that’s what the Matrix was about? Sci-Fi stuff is lost on me. If this world was a computer simulation I wouldn’t even notice.
Akiey stopped by and left these three:
Without a doubt, it has to be my engagement ring, not just because it looks good but because of it represents.
Whoppi Golderberg – not only has she got amazing dreadlocks but I think she is a fantastic actress.
Edward Norton – I would like to see my life played out by a white man – no idea why – plus I think he is cute.
Can I make it a dinner party? I would invite Winnie Mandela, Malcolm X, Harriet Tubman and Bob Marley. The waiting staff would be made up of the entire Arsenal squad and Marc Bolan.
These areCilia’s questions:
As vain as this sounds – losing my dreads.
I am one of those people who is either 100% passionate about and committed to something or I just don’t give a damn. No in between but if I could list a few it would be God, Family, Arsenal, Coffee, anything to do with both Race and Sexuality.
Did you mean like stories about ex-boyfriends, bad dates? I am not the kiss and tell type but I would say this – if you current date refuses to meet your family – dump him/her. If your current date dislikes your family – dump him/her. If your family dislikes your current date – dump him/her.
What funny book are you reading?
Another blogless soul, Jaqua wanted to find out:
A wise blogger, when asked about revealing too much information on his blog said this, “make sure your reality can support the consequences�.
Considering the fact that I do not blog using a pseudonym, I am a member of a profession that doesn’t approve of indecent acts, my seven year old cousin reads this blog – I can definitely say that my reality can not support the consequences if I opted to answer this question.
I am sure people the states hear this all the time but everything over there is just so much bigger! The cars, the roads, the buildings, the people – everything!
A cross between D & G’s Light Blue and freshly baked cinnamon rolls.
The sometimes cousin/sometimes husband always dunce Nick asked
I really don’t know…..
Generally an honest and loving relationship though I have a tendency to stray.
Why did you have to go there with that Bree thing? I can only think of a TV character that I have wanted to be like. Remember Living Single’s Max played by Erika Alexander? I so wanted to be her. Come to think of it…I am not doing to bad, I’ve got the dreads, the law degree….
No longer pink but still pretty, Ms K chose the following:
Is this in reference to belly buttons? If it is, I just have to say that belly buttons are the ugliest part of the human body. The less I see of them – the better so it has to be an innie.
In this order: Get another tattoo, spend some time in Kenya and return to Belize.
My youngest sister Mimu, she is one strong, beautiful, intelligent young woman.
HumanityCritic is responsible for these three:
I am trying so hard to remember but for some strange reason all I keep hearing is Lady of Rage – Afro Puffs
LMAO! Me fighting? The only act of violence I can took place a long time ago. I was about 13/14 and my aunt had given up her apartment so that I could have a Christmas party. The only condition was that no alcohol was allowed. Ha! Of course teenagers never follow rules. Quite a few of my friends turned up to the party already drunk.
One friend began throwing up over my aunt’s carpet. That was one step too far for me I tried everything to get her to sober up but nothing seemed to work. So I slapped her.
My aunt arrived before the party ended. I can’t describe the look on her face when she stepped into her bathroom and saw another friend, face down in the toilet bowl.
As an aside: I have a low tolerance for people who get drunk and start behaving stupidly. If you are the type who after a few drinks decides to strip/grope others/cry/pick fights…please either stay sober in my company or keep away from me.
Giving up piano lessons. The lessons were after school and clashed with that dull but terribly addictive Australian soap – Neighbours. It was uncool to turn up at school without an opinion on whether Phoebe should end up with Josh or Todd.
Nick clearly not content with being linked once:
Hmm..something about you coming back to my blog had me thinking of Tracy Chapman’s Talking ‘Bout a Revolution. You know that line that goes “finally the tables are starting to turn”. Any idea why?
Only one from Ms Guessaurus
G, I was not offended by your question, just confuddled. Wasn’t sure if you meant whether my parents had an issue with Mich being white or whether it was difficult to reconcile my pro-black upbringing with my dating a white man.
In the case of the latter, the challenges we faced were less to do with race but more to do with the North/South divide. Mich is a Yorkshire man/Northerner born and bred. I was raised a Londoner/Southerner. In the early days communication was such a problem. E.g. I asked Mich to come round for tea, which to me meant just that, a cup of tea. I had no idea that up North tea is an evening meal. I was shocked when he asked me what I was planning to cook…
As for my parents – his race was never a problem. Mich is a wonderful person it is hard not to like him.
Geek-Chic Mshairi asked:
In relation to what?
Ask a telephone operator and they will tell it is the country code for Norway.
Knowing you to be a geek, I am guessing this is a Star Trek reference? I could google it but I suspect you would take far greater pleasure in laughing at me for not knowing the answer and who am I to spoil your fun?
In the unlikely event that one desires to eat such a common bird one’s servants would be responsible for it’s cooking.
Possibly.
Questions below left byCiru no blog:
Cigarettes and laptop
Why bother filing charges against a corpse.
I can’t speak for all white men, but Mich is by far the best man I have ever dated…that is why I am marrying him.
Butterfly loving Kipepeo asked:
Hmm…I think I would rather keep my ability to hear.
I wouldn’t, the less people eating chocolate the more there is for me.
Joy…no reason.
Thanks to smart and sexy Larry for these three:
Bearing in mind that I consider myself a Christian is it wrong to say I have never really thought about this and I don’t care?
No. I feel a lot better than I did a year ago. Now I know exactly where I want to be and how to get there. The only problem is that there is something standing in my way.
Hmm…I was tempted to say 2 but knowing that it can’t get any worse than this leads me to say 7.
Clearly a woman with a lot to say Ciru ‘get-your-own-blog’ returned to find out:
The law should ensure homosexuals and heterosexuals are entitled to the same rights. Why? Discrimination is wrong. Homophobia is wrong. To me it really as simple as that.
Girl, you are funny…I don’t think I am special, be that in a positive or negative way.
It is never ok but sometimes it is necessary.
Wg-k my newly found twin asks:
Arsenal changing rooms.
A bright purple cardboard hat
Mich is forever tidying up. Anything left lying around ends up in the bin.
My insomnia annoys Mich. That and having friends who text at odd hours.
Either I have very wonderful friends or I have a bad memory – nothing comes to mind.
This is what the comeback kid, KymmBr wanted to know:
My ideal date, be it first or 100 has more to do with the person than the setting location. All I would ask is for a person who can actually hold a conversation. I am not that fussed about candlelight, flowers and the rest.
In whatever context being on top is always better.
I was angry today and like every other time I get angry I swore, cried, raised my voice and smoked.
Guess came back for more:
In most cases I just tell the person straight up that I am not amused by their comments/behaviour.
I only truly lived in the states when I was a baby and have only returned for holidays.
I think if I lived in the States I would live in constant fear of serial killers, and would probably advise most people never to sleep in their basements – most US movies have shown that people in basements die first.
As for anyone wanting to live in the UK, especially London, there is only one simple piece of advise – never ever speak to fellow passengers on the Tube/Underground.
Please ask methree questions on absolutely anything and I shall dedicate a whole blog post to answering the questions.
Thanks.
]]>I also realised it is Friday, and time to lighten up have some fun. Inspired by Farmgal, whose new blog is all about finding love, I found a quiz.
The results of mine really do not matter to me as I am no longer looking for a partner. A real life blog-less fiance and a blog husband are enough (applications from Thierry Henry, Edward Norton and a few others shall be considered).
For those who are looking, or for those who just want to know how they managed to secure “The One” – here is a quiz that tells you your seduction style
According to the quiz I am the The Coquette
You are a pro at playing the age old game of hard to get.
Your flirting style runs hot and cold, giving just enough to keep them chasing you.
Independent and self-sufficient, you don’t need any one person to make you compelte.
And that independence is exactly what makes people pursue you.
Er..ok….
]]>This whole issue of blogger identity versus real identity has really given me a lot to think about. I am still trying to work out whether MJY and Kui are two different people.
I know that there are probably psychologists out there who could help me through this but why should I pay when I can take an online quiz for free?
So here I am having completed two quizzes and one step closer to working out whether Kui and MJY would like each other.
The first one reveals my blogging personality and apparently MJY is “The Writer”
Words captivate me. And, I like to capture words. Blogging enables me to write often. It also provides a place for me to share what I write with a reading public. I can be funny, inspiring, intelligent, cynical, or morbid. It doesn’t matter what I write about in my blog. It only matters that I write.
It took me a while to find the second quiz. I was looking for a personality quiz and there are so many to chose from. Each claiming to be accurate. As stated in bold above I shall not name or link the quiz – however I have left the results in or else some of the comments below won’t make much sense
The real Kui scored 43% and is therefore a
Sexy Red Slip
Conclusion?
Well Kui/MJY =
either
hmmmm….not sure which…
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* Questionable as the quiz may be could it be accurate? How else would it have known that I do actually own a red slip dress?
I don’t get the whole percentage thing though. I was taught that anything below 50% is a bad bad thing….but surely no-one can fail a personality test.
]]>If I were a book I would be To Kill A Mocking Bird by Harper Lee
and here’s why….
Perceived as a revolutionary and groundbreaking person, you have changed the minds of many people. While questioning the authority around you, you’ve also taken a significant amount of flack. But you’ve had the admirable guts to persevere. There’s a weird guy in the neighborhood using dubious means to protect you, but you’re pretty sure it’s worth it in the end. In the end, it remains unclear to you whether finches and mockingbirds get along in real life.
I got a bit carried away with the quizzes and decided to find out which country I am.
Sadly it wasn’t Kenya or Belize. It wasn’t England either (perish the thought )
Mama Junkyard is……
I am so glad they actually gave me an explanation why…
Lots of people don’t really know anything about you, making you buried treasure of the rarest kind. You love nature, and could get lost in it whenever possible. You’re remote and exotic, and the few people who know you value whatever they share with you a great deal. For some reason, you really like the word “lemur”
I don’t get it how am I supposed to be changing the minds of many when it seems that nobody knows about me? What sort of revolutionary am I? Hmm.. I bet there is a quiz that can answer that.
Book Quiz and Country Quiz by Blue Pyramid
]]>Anyone who scores 80% and higher shall receive a prize of MY choice.
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EDIT: In response to The Negotiator (aka Ms K) the pass mark for mere mortals is 50% . Family, Friends and Blog Stalkers – the 80% pass mark still stands.
Almond Blossom
This symbolizes hope and watchfulness
You love all things inspirational and have a good sense of self
You know that life is a journey to enjoy and learn from
I can now sleep
]]>My results:
Category I – The Hub
You’re a ‘people person’. Networking runs in your blood. Consequently, you can move through most social circles with ease.
I think it is true…maybe…
]]>Kui is 90% black
Gwan!! You are grounded in your roots and know what time it is. Make sure you teach your children about their histories.
What about you?
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