Brexit; time to stop moaning and accept it.

It's a bitter pill to swallow.

In fact, it's like swallowing a watermelon with nothing but acid to help wash it down.

But it's happened and the UK has spoken; we have voted to leave the EU.

So what now?

I, like many others, expressed bitter disappointment at the vote to leave the European Union.

Being in Poland since the 22nd I had my father vote on my behalf, commonly known as a Proxy vote. He was out, I was in and I hope for his sake he voted correctly on my behalf.

The coverage in Poland was extraordinary, not surprising with an estimated 1,000,000 Poles living in the UK.

There were some anxious faces when the news came through the radio, not that I knew what was being said apart from a very odd sounding 'brexit'.

But all in all it seemed that the Polish people accepted it and took the piss out of it. Namely my girlfriend's father said to me, 'bye bye European Union and bye bye Weronika' with a huge grin on his face. I smiled back and secretly thought 'F*CK!'.

With 120 billion pounds being wiped off the FTSE, the pound at a 30 year low, the PM resigning, the Labour party in disarray and a huge amount of uncertainty ahead, I, like many others let out a little bit of gas from my rear end and checked to whether I had soiled myself.

But a couple of days on I have calmed down and read plenty on the matter.

There's a petition out there to have a second referendum.

There are calls for the House of Commons to stop Brexit.

There's a million articles saying how some individuals voted Leave without considering we might actually LEAVE!

But to be honest, and I say this through gritted teeth, we HAVE to accept that democracy has done what it was created to do and we HAVE to allow it to work.

The majority, regardless of how small it was, voted to leave and we have to accept they did.

Yes 75% of under 25s voted remain but we aren't a nation of under 25s.

Yes Nigel Farage stated the advert of using the money sent to the EU in the NHS instead was false, but if you voted LEAVE for that then you're an idiot for believing it.

If something happens so that we don't leave the EU then I will feel more upset that our democracy has failed.

We aren't a nation of idiots like we seem to think we are.

We can do without the EU if we stop moaning at the result and get on with it.

I voted remain and for 24 hours screamed and shouted about how awful it was.

But it's happened and it's about time we stopped begging for a re-vote and rolled up our sleeves and worked as hard as possible for it to work.

None of this is ideal but it certainly isn't the end of the world.

It's time to respect democracy and accept one side of the vote isn't
the only side of the vote.

Orlando Shooting - Acknowledge the realism of it.

Never should it be possible to write so many posts about hatred, death, violence and prejudicism.

But here I am, once more, trying to put together a few words that could perhaps put some sort of light on yet another horrific event that was fuelled by a lust for shrinking a group of people living their life as they want to.

Firstly, let's not go about this thinking this man was a muslim or whether he had any links with IS. 

I'm tired of writing posts defending muslims. It's futile wasting anymore time about it. By now you'll have made up your mind whether muslims are good people or not. I just hope you will have realised that being a bad person has nothing to do with religion. It comes down to being a bad person. Simple. 

Moreover, this individual seemed to have no links to IS, even though he claimed to. He was just trying to be part of something bigger without being part of it. 

So, with that out of the way, let's try and think about the very real issue about what happened a few nights ago. 

49 people were killed. 

Many were wounded. 

All caused by one man, one assault rifle, one hand gun, one explosive device, and one will to inflict as much hurt and destruction as humanly possible. 

His motive, it seems, was to kill those who belonged to the LGBT community. 

He's not the first and unfortunately will not be the last.

Yet we are all astonished that something like this has happened. We are all astounded that this sort of thing still happens and to this scale.

Homophobia, isn't that a dead phobia?

No.

Homophobia is still a cancer in the western world that doesn't seem to be shrinking but just adapting. 

There's this silly idea that homophobia is disappearing and that we are finally over that prehistoric hill that was riddled with ideologies that being gay is inhuman, wrong and unnatural. 

Well, we're not and if you haven't noticed already, it's not a hill but a bloody great big mountain with idiots filled with hate all over it, trying to express views which are a minority but loud when shouted alongside gunfire. 

The shooting at Pulse Gay Nightclub was a hate crime. Yet people are afraid of acknowledging that.

For some reason we are becoming more concerned about saying 'they aren't just gay, they're people too'.

Well of course they are but they have their own independence and sexuality too. When they are killed for being gay they become far more than just killed individuals. They become a target and a victim. A symbol for a wider community.

The video below should hopefully highlight the point I'm making here.

People are trying so hard to treat  LGBT people as equal individuals that they are doing the opposite. 

We shouldn't be trying so hard to think of these people as just victims of a man and his gun.

They weren't.

They were slaughtered because for no other reason than being gay.

And that, unfortunately, is the realism of this.

Homophobia is no weaker than it was 10 years ago.

It's just not in the press as much because other things take priority.

It has altered, adapted, and become quieter because of, luckily, society's realisation that being homophobic will stop you from getting a good job, being accepted into a community, etc.

But it is still out there and it still causing huge issues.

The international support for the LGBT community has been inspiring but it will take far more than just that to eradicate homophobia from society.

Ridicule those who make homophobic claims.

Highlight them to the wider world.

Not doing so allows them to go about their prejudice ways without the fear of being caught or humiliated for it.

And just because someone might not go to the length of killing a gay person, it doesn't mean they aren't part of the same large and grotesque tree that is homophobia. 

EU Referendum - Decision Made!

I'm not going to lie to you, this post was approached with extra caution. In fact, even as I type these words and before I have expressed any opinion, each tap of the keyboard is made with an air of trepidation. Not because I feel my decision is the wrong one, for if I thought it was I wouldn't be writing this. It's because I know this decision and this debate has been argued and heated up so much that if I'm not careful I could end up being another one of those irritating posts bombarding social media.

I apologise in advance if this post does come across as 'samey' and therefore wasted your time. I promise I have tried my best to make it as worthwhile as possible.

So, let's get to the point and declare which way I have decided to vote, and do so with the risk of making some of my few readers tut and roll their eyes like a disfavouring teacher.

I have decided to vote IN.

Now before you click the the mini red 'x' in your top right hand corner, let me explain why I have done so and perhaps it will make it simpler for you to make your own decision.

Since the referendum picked up real momentum I have been on both sides of the debate. Initially I was on the STAY side. Then I was declaring Brexit. Now I'm back to STAY.

Why?

Well, I tried to keep an open mind about it all. I was, and am still, willing to listen to both sides of the argument.

Nothing infuriates me more than the rock-hard stubbornness of some individuals who once they have made a decision stick by it as if it were an allegiance to some deity.

Your decision making has to be flexible.

This debate has been without any shadow of a doubt made overly complicated, bitterly spoken, and fear-fuelled by both sides. Neither the remain or leave campaign can argue they have not attempted to strike horror into the British public so that they can gain a mislead vote on June 23rd.

It's awful and plays the people of Britain like chess pieces on a board controlled by either Farage of Cameron.

Ignore the statements of fear that if we leave our economy will implode and we will be living off dirt and air. Ignore the statements that if we stay we'll be overrun by immigrants and won't be able to go to the shops without a translator.

When it came to making my own decision I ignored the drabble from the frankly comical Boris Johnson. I ignored the statements from Nigel Farage which were more suited around a campfire alongside ghost stories. I ignored the claims from David Cameron that leaving would put a huge risk to our economy.

Instead I went out and did a bit of research. I watched the television debates with an eye-out for severe stutterings and lackings of evidence. Most of all, I just sat and thought about what I prefered.

And that's how I came about my decision.

It didn't take me long to appreciate that the issues in this country are not down to the European Union and it's respected bodies. It didn't take me long to appreciate that our lack of jobs and money weren't down to immigrants.

Fundamentally, our issues come down to how our UK government has failed its people. Leaving Europe won't stop the government from being arses and it won't stop MPs from being up-nosed, blibber blabbing knobheads.

The whole idea of the EU is to collaborate with its allies and to discuss issues within Europe. It's there for the leaders of Europe to gather round and stop atrocities like WW1 and WW2 from happening again.

Leaving the EU will not allow us to sit around that table and discuss how we, as a collective, can stop terrorism, help ease the migration crisis, climate change, the economy... etc.

If you're deciding the vote LEAVE because you want the UK to 'take back control' and to 'become great again' then please, think about what you're saying. Our government can barely control it's own parliamentary debates for christ's sake! And saying the British people can push forward because they're 'brilliant' and can make Britain 'great' again is like saying we've been doing bugger all for the last 40 years. Are you really telling me that as soon as we leave everyone's going to put down their cups of tea and go out and build an empire and conquer the world?

I'm not saying the British attitude isn't great, but to refer to the two world wars and the victories that came with them as something we can take credit for is an offensive and idiotic claim. We won those wars with others helping us and the brilliant men and women who were involved from all of those nations. Little Dave from Surrey who says 'we won two world wars though' is not one of them.

We're not a super power. We're not what we were two-hundred years ago. We are a good little country with a great standard of living that has immigrants and foreign imports to thank.

Look, I'm not writing this post to throw facts at you. I'm not even writing this to say VOTE STAY! I'm just writing it to perhaps persuade you to really consider what you vote for.

Staying will allow the new EU deal to come into place. A deal that though isn't as good as we hoped, is still an improved deal to what we had before. *I won't highlight the points about this deal as it could add even more words to this already long post.*

Leaving will have us drifting out to sea with a whole cloud of uncertainty ahead.

I made my decision by weighing up both ends and considering what would be best for me and my future.

Personally I don't think things are so bad now and we still, as part of the EU, can put forward suggestions for improving it.

Just go out and do your research before voting on June 23rd and consider whether rolling the dice is really worth it or if we should just accept things could be much worse here in the UK and as part of the EU.

I did it and feel much better for it.

Just feel confident in your decision and make sure you can justify it when asked about it.

Harambe the gorilla; a poor lesson in understanding.

I'm not an animal activist. I'm not even a vegetarian. I'll even hold my hands up and say that I don't check to see if the toiletries I buy have been tested on animals.

But when the news came out that a gorilla, a rare and endangered species, had been killed because of ignorant, negligent and poor parenting as well as a rash and arguably harsh decision from Cincinnati Zoo, it didn't quite sit well.

It's not the fact that the gorilla had been killed and that I felt a level of sympathy for an animal dying. It wasn't even because it was an endangered species.

It was because once again, regardless of our so called 'intelligent' brains, we, as a race, have fundamentally failed.

Now, let's start with the one question that has been tossed around as if it were part of a pub quiz:

Is a child's life more important than a primate's?

Well, perhaps yes. In the most simplistic terms that child could grow up to become more influential than the ape. It could, by some means, add more substance to life than an animal that has been known to throw its own fecal matter.

But is questioning the life of one animal over another's the right question? Please remember that we, humans, as incredible as we like to think we are, are also animals.

Personally, I think the question that should have been asked is whether the ape, or let's call it by it's name, Harambe, deserved to die?

Harambe, a 17 year old western lowland gorilla, was within his enclosure, living his life as it would do on any other day. All of a sudden a child, disgustingly left alone by two parents who, in my opinion, should be punished for their negligence, fell into the enclosure.

Two of the three animals were distracted and left the boy alone. Harambe, however, went to the child and dragged it through the waters within the enclosure.

Imagine you were in his position, the gorilla and not the child, and something fell into your home from above. Imagine it was moving, breathing and looking at you curiously.

In fact, let's simplify it further.

Imagine you're sat on the sofa watching television and a cockroach falls on you from above.

Can it harm you? No. Does it frighten you? Yes. Is it the cockroach's fault for landing on you? Yes but it wasn't at complete fault. Do you wish to remove it and/or kill it? Definitely!

The same can be said about the child. It had done everything to startle a wild animal within its own territory and force it to potentially kill. Please note: POTENTIALLY.

And yet, regardless of the fact that this gorilla, a species which has very similar characteristics to humans, was doing exactly what it should have done, it got shot dead.

Obviously I cannot state to have any knowledge of animals or their behaviour, certainly nothing close to that of the officials at Cincinnati zoo, but I question whether death was the only option.

It just frustrates me that regardless of human ignorance, we have the arrogance to claim the life of something else, regardless of what it is or was.

Should the zoo be charged with poor guarding of the enclosure?

Most definitely.

Should the child be reprimanded in some way for his actions?

Of course.

Should the parents be seriously questioned in their capabilities as carers?

I don't think an answer has ever been so blantaly obvious.

Most of all, should we look at the actions taken against that animal as a harsh lesson to the brutal mentality of humans?

Yes, we should.

What's harder, uni or A levels?

Now before I begin, please consider that this is a subjective piece and that I am writing via my own experiences of A Levels and my degree (English and Creative Writing). I appreciate that not everyone will have had the same experiences as me but I do think on the whole this blog has a certain amount of accuracy.

Sixth Form students, I do not envy you.

Whether you're taking AS or A2 exams, I remember those days as fondly as the day I first got stung by a bee.

They were the most nerveracking, atrociously long, and torturous weeks of my life.

You have to revise for 3/4 subjects. You have an exam on average once every 2 days, maybe twice, maybe thrice. You have the pressure of university breathing down your neck.

I promise you, sixth form students, it's not forever, even if it seems like it will be. The last exam will come around eventually and you will, eventually, be able to go home and not have to look at a piece of paper for at least a few weeks, depending on what stage you're at.

You have my full and unrelenting sympathy.

But what next?

If you were like me and hoping to go to university afterwards, you might be thinking, 'will university will be on an entire new level of pain?'

Are A Levels, as teachers love reminding their students, the introduction to university life?

'This sort of independent study is what you have at university'. 'If you turned up a minute late for a class at university you'd not be let in.' 'You think you have a lot of work now? Wait until you go to university, that'll be a shock for you!' - read all of these in the whiny, high-pitched tone of that one teacher who's been at the school since the dawn of time. We all had them at school, that one teacher who was hated by everyone and was everywhere and anywhere as if they were the omniscient fart of the school.

So, is there any truth in their statements?

Comparing them to my university experiences, no.

Yes, there is a lot of independent work to do but no more than A levels. You have a LOT more free time at university, meaning you can take your time to do the work without worrying you're going to get a detention or a black dot next to your name.

No, if you turn up a minute late to a lecture they will not tell you to f-off. Some lecturers might, but the vast majority will just give you a look, perhaps crack a joke, and let you sit down and get your paper out.

The workload comparison from A levels to uni?

Well, there's a lot of work at uni, of course there is. But I have to say, looking back, the workload for A levels was more time-consuming and soul depleting.

At uni you are a) doing a subject you love (or at least should be), and b) only doing ONE subject.

The biggest criticism I have for A levels is that doing more than one subject in that much depth becomes confusing and stressful. You might have to switch from thespian mode to historian mode, English mode to Music mode.

It is as if they expect you to have a switch that can change your mental state from, for example, creative to academic.

University allows you to stay in one continuous mindset.

Yes you will have different modules but they will all be part of the same tree. During A levels you're constantly jumping from forest to forest.

Don't think I'm saying A levels are completely awful. They are the toughest test to show you whether you're ready for uni. If you pass then great! You are ready for the next step in higher education. However, if you fail, this isn't to say you're not fit for university.

All I'd say for you unlucky students in sixth form, take your exams seriously and prioritise them completely. Work hard, revise a lot, and go into the exams with a cool mind; granted this is easier said than done.

Don't worry about university during A levels. It's pointless at that time.

The workload at university is far more controllable than A levels.

A levels feel like you're freefalling without a parachute. University feels your freefalling without a parachute also, you just have a cushion to land on instead of concrete.

University; 3 years well spent!

Oh, bugger!

Without any awareness of time ticking away in the background of the student bar, the rugby field or the library, 3 years of brilliant university life has come to an abrupt and shocking end.

I remember being accepted into uni with the teary-eyed parents ringing up all family members, expressing their delight that their eldest had made it into higher education.

I remember on the first day saying hello to some bloke in halls of residence within an hour of moving in, trying to understand his peculiar accent which I soon discovered to be of the Mancunian race.

I remember when I first met a peculiar looking bloke wearing a YOLO t-shirt, thinking he was probably a bit 'off'. Turns out he was a bit odd but he turned out to be one of my best mates later on.

I remember meeting another individual who had an accent closer to Klingon than English. She tried explaining where we were going to venture out to later on that evening but I had to get someone else to translate. It turned out she was from Barnsley, or in her tongue Barrrnslaaaay, and she also turned out to be one of my best mates later on.


And of course there were others too who if I have not mentioned in the post, don't despair, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you; The Dickhead of Donny, The Girlfriend Befriender, The Gear but No Idea Pilot, M-Forehead, Irish Matt, Cahomeh, Billy No-Nickname, Chinese Sam, Ronnie, Dickhead of Donny's carer, and Burger N..., actually, we'll leave that one.

But now, I'm sat in a coffee shop in Brighton, a million miles away from my beloved dump of a city, Coventry. The sun's out, I'm drinking perhaps the best latte on the planet, I'm with my mates from back home, but still I feel this knot in my stomach.

It's a reminder that no matter how much I try, those three years will never come back.

It feels like that no matter how hot this summer becomes, no matter how good my yet-to-get job will become, the delight of university will never be there once more.

For any of you wondering what university is or what it can be, take this one sentence summary below as a good guide:

It's where you discover people you'd never usually meet, learn things more than just academic, grow up quicker than any other time in your life, and all while drifting between hangovers, deadlines, and making £20 pay for a week's food and a night out. 

All in all, it's bloody brilliant and I feel as if I'm mourning its passing.

I would do anything to go back to my first night out, jumping up and down at the price of jager bombs; 2 for £5. I would do anything to go back to my first rugby social which, as far as I know, ended up with myself acting like a right tit, trying to impress a load of older rugby lads. I would do anything to go back to meeting my girlfriend in a club on a Saturday night which, if you don't know already, you never do as student. You never socialise with the locals of your student city, they won't like you and you probably won't like them.

To be honest, university is like making an elastic-band ball. It will start off as something exciting and easy to make. Each band will go on as quickly as the seconds go by. But slowly, as second and third year comes around, the ball will get bigger and more difficult to make. Each band will need more stretching and when you're near the end of university and finishing of your dissertation, you feel like your bands will snap. But they won't and you'll finish uni with a ball created by thousands of memories, some smaller than others but all as important as each other.

I guess what I'm saying is that if you're a first year or even a second year, just appreciate every second you have in that environment. Don't regret anything you do and work bloody hard. Appreciate it's not forever and that you won't be living with those group of mates for very long.

Go to university with the highest hopes and you'll leave it knowing those hopes weren't high enough.

And to all the people who I became mates with during university, thank you. It was bloody brilliant!

Posh Boy x

Junior doctors' strike; for all the right reasons.

We're often told that in order to express a point or to make a stand, it has to be done so peacefully and respectively. That if we have any hope of having our 'voices' heard, it has to be done in accordance with the law.

And of course, this is absolutely correct.

However, regardless of the numerous junior doctors strikes, nothing seems to be changing. 

I have not read the 80 pages or so that outlines the new contracts for junior doctors. I cannot possibly empathise with those who have studied medicine and beyond for approximately 15 years, simply because I've only studied for 3. I, like the most of us can, however, read and listen to the so obviously desperate pleas from those who are affected by Jeremy Hunt's proposed terms of a 7 day NHS. 

First of all, was the NHS not a 7 day service anyway? 

I am yet to hear of somebody having a heart attack, a stroke, a broken arm, or whatever else you can come up with and turn up to A&E for someone to go, 'sorry, it's the weekend'. 

It feels to me that Jeremy Hunt is looking to save money where it cannot be saved. He's trying to force some of the hardest working individuals in this country to work more hours and for less. 

I appreciate that the junior doctors have said that they are not striking because of money, and I believe them, but my word! If I had studied for as long as they had and worked as hard as they had, I bloody well would! Nobody should go into a profession with the sole reason of doing that work being for the money, especially when duty of care is so strong within it. But this isn't to say they shouldn't be paid a respectful wage for it too. 

For those of you who are confused to why junior doctors are striking, here's a very brief outline of why (and remember, this is from an onlooker of it, not an expert):

There's this new contract, right? And it's stating that junior doctors will have to work ludicrous hours for less money. The Health Secretary, Jeremy Hunt (be careful not to misspell his second name, or do, it'd be more accurate) is claiming there has to be more work done so that people don't become more vulnerable at weekends when less doctors are working. This is because statistics show that you're more likely to die at the weekends due to lack of staff. So, Jeremy Hunt (don't be afraid to misspell his name, actually) is trying to stretch resources which are about as flexible as glass without allowing them to have any give. Instead of investing into the NHS, he's trying to bend it without realising that it won't bend, but snap. 

Got it?

So, that's the reason why junior doctors have been striking. They're terrified of the prospect of being forced to work so much that their concentration could alter their decision making.

You've worked tired, right? You know how hard it can be to focus? Well imagine being a doctor and having to make a decision that could help someone fighting death survive. The stakes are so high that it's unbelievable that we're even debating it at all! 

Jeremy Hunt, to me, is so blind of the profession he is secretary of. He has never been a doctor. He has never been forced to work hours that would make the day and night merge into one big ball of confusion. He has never had to work as hard, physically and mentally, as these poor men and women. 

He's had some of the worst public opinion I've ever seen in politics, and that's saying something!

His arrogant stubbornness makes my blood boil. 

He claims to have tried to negotiate but makes it sound as if the unions are like school children, throwing their toys out of the pram and getting on a right strop. 

How he can possibly think this is a good way forward is beyond me. 

Junior doctors, please strike when you feel the need to. 

The NHS will not fail to help you if you are ill during this strike. 

The NHS will not fail with the incredible people working there.

The NHS will fail with Jeremy Hunt holding the reigns. 

Jeremy Hunt is just an individual who is lucky enough that the QWERTY keyboard doesn't accidentally misspell his name; or have I mentioned that already?

The Midnight Library

4 hours.

It's been 4 hours since I planted my arse down on my seat with a coffee, a can of energy drink, and a bag of Maoams to keep me company.

However, my company has diminished into nothing and I sit here with a sugar-high close to supersonic, a laptop screen glaring at me like a disapproving mother, and a swarm of others around me either eating sweets, drinking drinks never meant to be good for mind or body, and different forms of procrastination happening as if it were a trendy pastime that definitely wasn't bad for late night studies.

I've seen one guy read the ingredients of his sweets like it was the bible and required the same amount of attention and time. I've seen guy walk around the library floor so much that he's completed a marathon, twice. And I've seen a girl watch about 10 videos of people getting their backs cracked on YouTube.

Me? Well I'm typing this, telling myself that it's still writing and that writing is good. Not the right kind, granted. But writing nonetheless, meaning it's OK to do and better than dropping my head onto the table, which someone sat next to me has done right now, quite hard too. It was more of a headbut to the table than a pitiful fall.

We're all 3rd years, all doing dissertations, and all sat here looking bleakly at our work knowing that it's single handedly the most time consuming thing we've done since waiting to be born.You can tell we're all third years by the lack of joy in our eyes, like energy saving lightbulbs that haven't quite warmed up and just give off a light about as powerful as a fart is to wind. Second years are at home, in bed, with the slight pressure of non-important coursework drifting into thought then pissing off. First years are out, getting drunk whilst thinking how unlucky it must be to be a third year, not realising that this torment will haunt them one day.

It's almost midnight and still the library is pretty full of burners of the midnight oil who lack a match to get the sodding fire going. There is a silence so empty that a blind person would have thought he'd died and gone to hell. The occasional keyboard being typed can be heard and the odd crack of bone on table as, like my friend here has just done for a second time, realised that his motivation has officially left his body and that a bruised forehead will offer more joy than trying to do work.

Books are open but only read by the yellowy, piss-coloured shade given off by the lights above. The only signs of life are from the occasional staff member who walks around telling students to be more silent than silence and to not type too hard on their touchscreen smartphones for risk of waking up the realisation that their job is to tell people to be quiet.

It feels to me like a room filled with intelligence but lacks any sort of application.

We are all educated and specialists in some form of thought or action.

We are all capable of finishing the work within a few hours.

We should all be in bed.

But we're not, we're here trying to get blood from a stone. A stone that goes by the name of disso.

Oh, table-butter's just delivered his latest abuse to the table. This time he landed on his nose and not his forehead.

Here comes the man to tell him to shut up.

What a time to be alive.

David Cameron's taxes; not worthy of #CameronResign.

If you haven't been on Twitter for a few days or not a user of the social media platform, let me fill you in about what #CameronResign was and is, even though it should be glaringly obvious.

After the Panama Papers leak there was evidence that David Cameron's father, Ian, had involvement in offshore accounts; meaning he was avoiding tax. Not evading tax, which is illegal, but avoiding which is legal. Please note the difference.

It was then discovered that he inherited from his father, who died in 2010, £300,000, £25,000 short of paying inheritance tax

In 2011, a year after his father's death, David Cameron's mother, Mary, 'gifted' David two separate instalments of £100,000.

This extra £200,000 was then deemed by the public as part of the possible inheritance from his father and only given to him after as a 'gift' so that he avoided, not evaded remember, paying an estimated £80,000 in inheritance tax.

Follow it all so far?

So, in essence, Cameron inherited a lot of money and by using a very simple method evaded paying a huge amount of tax for it.

Cameron has been massively against these 'loopholes' and has quite vocally stated that the UK should crackdown on those who are avoiding tax. It was because of his previous statements that some felt he should step down as PM.

Now, if you're not so aware of how hashtags work, for them to 'trend' there has to be a high amount of users using them and indeed there was a LOT of people tweeting #ResignCameron.

However, the vast majority of people using this hashtag were writing that Cameron should resign because he's avoided tax, or from the ignorant few, illegally not paid tax.

Cameron had/has done nothing illegal. He had simply invested well and made sure that he made the most money he could.

Should he have declared all the money as one and paid the subsequent tax with it?

Of course he should have but honestly, if you were in his position, would have you?

Let's say your mother or father pass away and you find a way to make sure you get all of the inheritance which is simple enough to do and not illegal, this being if the inheritance is over £325,000 and thus qualifying you to pay inheritance tax. Would you honestly say, "no, make sure we put it all together and pay £60,000 in tax, rather than having it for ourselves" ?

If you would then good, great, brilliant! You have a morally strong personality.

But Cameron, doing what I think the majority of us would do, should resign?

Oh, come on!

You have cooperations such as Apple, Starbucks, Google etc. avoiding billions of pounds of tax. However, you still use them at free will, paying into them and sipping your coffee without batting an eyelid. One man, however, avoids paying inheritance tax and he's the devil? To be honest, you most likely have friends or even family who don't pay income tax. Would you react in the same way?

Cameron came out and published his tax details and revealed that in 2014/15 alone he paid almost £76,000 in tax. He was the first MP to do so and, to people's disappointment, proved he'd done nothing illegal.

I worry that people hate Cameron simply because he's rich and had a wealthy upbringing. That's not a reason to dislike someone. Some people are born into better conditions than others. It's unlucky for us who have to worry about money and constantly think about when the next payday is coming but it's the way the world works unfortunately.

If you are someone who genuinely thinks Cameron should resign because he acted upon principles that he has criticised previously, then OK. I personally think it's a bit of a light reason to resign, but OK.

In my eyes too many were upset that he had that much money in the first place and were simply jealous of his position and wealth.

You can't have a go at someone for being rich.

You can't have a go at someone for trying to expand the amount of money they have.

David  Cameron can be a tosser at the best of times but this whole fiasco has not been one of them. He simply did what the majority of us would have done.

Abortion; let women have the control they deserve!

Abortion is one of the most controversial subject matters than can come up in any discussion, debate or chat in the pub, though the latter is very unlikely. It's one of those topics where people can come across as overly harsh or too relaxed.

Recently Donald Trump has come out stating that he is 'pro-life', meaning that if he were to become President of the United States, he would push to make abortion illegal. He went further onto say that if a woman were to get an abortion in a country whereby it was illegal, it would justifiable to punish them further. He has since redrawn his comments after a huge backlash from the public.

For Mr. Trump to take back his comments it means that he was under huge, and I mean gargantuan, pressure. He's not one to go back on his opinions or comments. It does seem, however, that his latest controversy has gone over the line, a line he has redrawn so many times he could be called an artist.

So, let's think about this for a second.

Abortion.

I think first and foremost what needs to be made absolutely clear is that a guy, regardless of how educated, established, morally respected or powerful he is, can not, and I emphasise the not, decide on whether a woman should or should not have an abortion.

It would be like telling an artist to not paint, a writer to not write, a musician to not play an instrument. The biological hardwiring of a female is to have a child, this also means that it's their choice not to.

Men don't know what happens to a woman's mind when she gets pregnant. We even don't know what's happening with periods. In fact, tell a guy you're on your period and he will probably go 'urgh', not out of disrespect but out of ignorance.

The idea that Mr. Trump thinks that he out of all people can determine the right of a female's choice to have an abortion is, to put it lightly, grossly inconsiderate and vile.

I'm not saying you can't have an opinion on the matter. By all means do and express that opinion as much as you like. Just consider that just because you think you are right, that does not mean someone with opposite views is wrong.

Personally, I think it is wrong to make abortion illegal. Simply because the woman supplying the foetus with life, if you consider it 'life', has every right to do what they want with their body if it's only affecting their body.

Whether you think it's morally right or wrong, religiously correct or not, is, in my eyes, not important.

No abortion, regardless of the individual, is a decision that is taken lightly and certainly not gone through with ease.

It's not as simple as going to the doctor and saying, "take this out, please".

There are a some things in life which I think are in need of control with legislation. There are also situations where the individual, whether male or female, has to make the decision for themselves.

We are evermore becoming a society where we tell people to do one thing or another. It's worrying but something we are becoming accustomed to.

People need to allow others to make their own decisions, regardless of what you want them to do based on your moral viewpoint or opinion.

If a woman wishes to keep a foetus inside her then that's great, regardless of age and situation.

If they don't then that's fine. Whether I think it to be right or wrong in that situation shouldn't be forced upon someone else's decision.

Your body is the only thing that will only ever be yours and be under your control, excluding diseases that is. Keep it that way otherwise we'll literally be under the control of an authority that will neither understand or ever see you.