Mr Breivik, a prime example of why we should bring back the death penalty?

This morning, the 21 year prison sentence given to Anders Breivik reminded me of why I think the death penalty should be brought back.

I know that when those 21 years are up the Norwegian courts can sentence Mr Breivik to more jail time, but by the sounds of it, the prison life he will have does not seem a fair punishment for the unforgivable murder of 77 people; most of those in their teens.

As a Catholic I will admit my views on abortion and things such as the death penalty are rather mixed. While I would never judge anyone who had an abortion, it is something I personally don’t believe in where as the death penalty is something I do believe in.

While killing someone will not bring back those who were murdered, why should Mr Breivik, a man who has throughout the trial shown no remorse for what he did and even attempted to apologise for not killing more people that day, be allowed to live?

In prison he will have gym equipment, a laptop, and three rooms.

In cases such as this one where the evidence is undisputable and a horrendous crime has been committed, why shouldn’t we bring back the death penalty or even sentence someone to a prison sentence where they have no luxuries.

Mr Breivik said that an insanity ruling would have been “worse than death”, so maybe this is what the courts should have ruled. I don’t think he would have smiled at that.

Some people will read this and disagree with my views on the death penalty. That’s fine; we are all entitled to our own views.

But how would you feel if you were the mother or sister or cousin of one of the innocent people murdered by someone showing no remorse?

You should lose your human rights as soon as you take someone else’s away from them.

Wow two blogs in one day...you lucky things!

So, I've kinda neglected this poor blog for quite a while it seems. I've had lots of ideas on what to write for an entry but I've just never seemed to get round to actually writing something.
I'd look at this page, guiltily and think: 'Oh I'll write something later' and sure as eggs is eggs, I've never got round to it. Like everything else in life, as soon as you put it off once, I find you always make excuses to keep putting it off.
Truth be told, most people out there don't really care what you have to say, especially, if like me, your blogs are just more rambles not based on anything.
So firstly I apologise to those who do read my rambles and secondly, I make a promise to those of you who do read my blog to start blogging more frequently and on matters of public interest...not just my interests.
Got any ideas for me to blog on? Is something really grinding your gears? If so get in contact via my Twitter -  @DanielleAMorris- and I promise I will attempt to write a blog that you might actually enjoy reading :)

Sacre bleu! Watch out for those French drivers...

I love the south of France. I love the how helpful the people are, I love the food and most of all I love the sun! But one thing I really don't love is how the French drive. I hate to generalise, but from what I have experienced pretty much everytime I've been to France is rude, impatient drivers. Maybe its the heat, maybe they want to get home for a siesta, or maybe it's just pure road rage!
At roundabouts they scarcely use their indicators leaving us with much confusion as to when to go, leaving a queue of impaitent drivers beeping behind us.
In car parks they have a tendancy to park across two bays at times, they again don't indicate when leaving or entering and ignore any friendly advice you try to give.
They also love to park in the most awkward places. For example just after a turn, right in the middle of the road making it a squeeze for even a mini to get by!
Another favourite for motorcycle and Vespa drivers especially is to overtake on a bend...Now okay, I know motorcycles can get away with it easier than a car can, but they don't even know what's round that corner and they don't seem to care! (Mind you, if I had a Vespa I'd probably speed off like there was no tomorrow!)
Anyway, I believe anyone here who wants to pass their driving test should just simply go to France and take it there. To pass your test it would appear the more majors and minors you get, the better!
I know you get troublesome drivers everywhere you go but we don't move in and out of lanes as if it is a game. Well, most drivers here don't.
Please French drivers, we know you look awesome in your expensive cars and have places to be but I would like to have one holiday where I'm not fretting everytime I approach a roundabout.
If you start drove as expertly as you make those delicious raspberry tarts I'm sure we'd all be a lot happier.

A football fan in the making

I wouldn't say I am a massive football fan. I claim to support Chelsea but as my boyfriend will tell you, I'm not  a very good fan, between you and me, I only support them because I didn't want to support Man U, Liverpool or Everton like the vast majority of my family!
This all changed last Saturday when I went to see my first football match. It was Ipswich v Crystal Palace at Portman Road and WOW -it was amazing!!!! The atmosphere was electric, there was a crowd of over 22,000 and you could taste the excitment in the air!
Since dating Alex Dack, I've tried to be good and take an interest in 'Ippy' Town Football Club. I've been learning the players names, watching the matches and I've really gotten into it - so I was very chuffed when he said we were going to watch them and even more chuffed when his lovely Mummy bought me my very own Ipswich Scarf.
I sat in the crowd, wearing my scarf and screaming along- I felt like a real fan.
My heart raced every time we got close to the goal and I had to shut my eyes whenever Crystal Palace nearly scored.
I'm glad to say we won because it really made the match for me.
I think I've now been converted to the football hype - but only for my new favourite team - Ipswich.
So I encourage anyone who hasn't been, to go and watch a match, you never know, you too could be converted!

Shopping for Labels, Shopping for Love

It occurred to me last night whilst watching Sex and the City, that us girls really can take some valuable lessons from the characters.
Friend and fellow blogger, Tania Steere, has already labelled Sex and the City her"Modern Day Bible", and I think she's quite right.
Nothing, and I mean nothing, can cheer you up like a bit of retail therapy, especially if your boyfriend is on the other side of the country!
Carrie Bradshaw, the main protagonist teaches us that as long as you look great, who cares. Love will come in its own time. This is a character who keeps sweaters in her oven for heavens sake! Samantha, a sex obsessed, know what she wants kind of girl, teaches this too, dumping her long- term boyfriend in an effort to go from flabby to fabulous.
We are still young at the moment and we don't know what the future will bring us, or even who. I like to think I will be with my wonderful boyfriend forever but now that I've found my love, I'm going to get back to concentrating on labels.
I already own quite a few expensive things (including my Loboutins), and I don't seem the harm in splashing out if you can. You can't spend money when you're dead!
And whilst a new Chanel bag might break the bank, it won't break your heart.

Do you want the truth or something beautiful?

From a young age we are told to tell the truth. The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
 That telling lies is wrong and the honesty is always the best policy. But, as with most things, as we get older we find out for ourselves that this isn't always the case.
Frankly, if we told the truth all the time, this world would most likely be in a worse off state then it is now. That's saying something.
Yes, whilst lies can destroy something, the truth can also do this. I shall use an example from Glee. Rachael only found out this week that Finn slept with Santana and to cut a long story short they broke up because they decided no more secrets/lies and Rachael admitted to kissing Puck. Rachael was in the wrong but perhaps if what had Finn had done was kept hidden from Rachael they would still be together. We all have a past.
I'm not suggesting that lying is something we should do all the time but one little white lie can't hurt, can it?
A lie can prevent you from really hurting someones feelings, perhaps be slightly less economical with the truth as opposed to telling a full blown lie but if you know it will cause more damage then its worth, then is the truth always the best option?
Lying can be the lesser of both evils.
Maybe we just shouldn't put ourselves in situations where lying might be necessary.
 But hey, we're all human.

Men really are from Mars...

It's been said for years that Men and Women really do come from different planets. Men from Mars and Women, from Venus. While I agree we have several major differences such as women being the Greater Sex I have never fully believed we were all that different until the other day...

In a rather desperate but sweet (I hastily add!) attempt to 'understand my world' my beloved boyfriend often asks what we women would call ridiculous questions.
Now, don't get me wrong, the man in question is a very smart young man, has much more common sense then me (well, that's not hard) but when it comes to all matters concerning females...he has no clue.

I guess for a girl, I would say I know a fair bit about his interests, not only have I starting supporting his beloved Ipswich Town Football Club, but I have been learning the names of the players, I watch football with him on a Saturday, I play Fifa and I think I could just about explain to you the Offside Rule. Not bad I think.

But he on the other hand...

Now as you all know from my first blog, Tania and I bravely went and had our eyebrows threaded. I'm hoping you all know what this means because dear Alex just had no clue:
"You know when you went and had your eyebrows threaded, well do they just thread the hair into your skin..."

I imagine you can picture the look on my face, I really thought he was joking until I looked back into his blank face and realised this poor boy just had NO clue.

Now whilst I appreciate that he was just indeed trying to understand my world, you would think he had some idea.
How and why would we permanently want eyebrow hair threaded into our skin?!

But Alex, I do thank you for trying to understand my world, we women are complex creatures and it's not everyday you find a man who even cares about the great lengths of pain we go through to try look half decent for them let alone care enough to ask questions as ridiculous as they may be.
Let's just hope he doesn't ask where babies come from...