Standing On A Soap Box

When I was a child you could stand on a soap box on Piccadilly Square and shout out all your grudges – or so I heard – and very soon you would have a crowd of sympathetic ears. And if you did it often and loud enough, the people would gather even before you arrived to spread your poison.

Of late, if you have a grudge against men, or a grudge against women, or religion or just anything; even just a grudge against somebody you don’t know, you go on line, find a site where you can blog and shout it out. And in true Piccadilly Square style, very soon you will have a fan club to endorse your view.

When I first joined CS in January last year, it was the blogs that got me hooked. Yes, there were the niggles in between but we were having fun most of the time. Somehow that fun has deteriorated to the point where we see too much unhappiness. This is not the place for hate speech.

What is the mucking fatter with the people? This is supposed to be a dating site that should be bubbling with joy and pleasure but instead, all we ever hucking fear, is a bunch of mucking foans. What does it matter if a few tucking frolls want to spoil the shucking fow?

Let’s have some fun again for a change. So come tell me what you need and I will tell you how to get on without it.