My Mate Ross...

Big up to my mate Ross.

Ross, as many of you who read this will know, has one of the best blogs around. A blog with a good number of regular readers who come back time and time again to read the rantings and musings from a man who has the ability to look at life from perspectives other than the norm. A man unafraid to air his views. A man with his own unique take on things. A man whose sense of humour hits a bit of all his readers. A man with a passionate love for the written word. A man who uses words to convey feelings and thoughts he might otherise not say if left only with the option of speech.

Ross is one of life's good guys. A lover, not a fighter. A man baffled, intrigued yet understanding of the female world. A man who takes people at face value. A man who openly shows his love for his family and friends. A man who makes a damn good friend. The sort of man who'd drop things to help you out. He's much loved by those of us who call him a friend. He comes from a good family who adore him. He's popular, dependable and damn likeable. I don't know anyone who doesn't like Ross. I've yet to hear anyone say a bad word against him...at least anyone whose opinions count.

He's also a damn fine barman. The punters love him from the young teens to the old ladies who are taken with his smile and they way he calls them darling or pet.

So the fact that a certain establishment which shall remain nameless has taken the decision to sack him for expressing himself through words and for being himself is, in my humble opinion, disgusting.

They have just lost a big asset and a few other things. Ross meanwhile has lost nothing that matters. He still has respect, support, love...he may have lost his income but he's retained his dignity.

Jenny xx