Archive for August, 2015
We’re Fine
Hi Peeps. What can I say? Not a lot… ‘Saved by the love of a good man’ sums it up more than adequately.
Yeah we’re skint. He doesn’t care. He’s used to it lol. He said ‘we’ve got each other’, I replied yeah, when it comes to having nothing to eat it will be interesting to see who eats who first!
Rihanna’s song ‘Bitch Better Have My Money’ is a hoot, if somewhat insane, but anything that girl does is OK with me, love her to tiny pieces. But for pity’s sake, lend us a tenner girlfriend lol!
He (and I to a lesser extent) is very taken with the American TV series ‘Zoo’, about animals turning and biting back at their human oppressors. Yay! To recommend it, I like the cinematography, the beautiful aninals, the scene changes to various far flung corners of the world, and the simplicity of plot (I can never follow complicated plots).
Oh and for those of you who always want to know how my wonderful 19 year old son is doing, well, he passed his English GCSE, double yay, and is methodically, sensibly and maturely proceeding to the next step which for him is a course in Animal Husbandry. Eventually he wants to study Psychology (he shares my passion and talent for the subject) and apparently the Animal course will give him the equivalent of the five GCSE’s he needs to progress to that. I told him if the course works for him all well and good, if not that’s good too, there are many ways to skin a cat (but why would anyone want to?)
He points out that he also has had a lifelong passion for animals, having a particular affinity for big cats. As part of his GCSE assignments he wrote an impassioned piece entitled ‘Our Paradise Is Their Prison: The Case Against Zoos’. I brought him up vegetarian and he largely stuck to the diet while in foster care, he’s his mother’s son (who else’s could he be in the circumstances?), to my mind a normal, sensitive human being who doesn’t see why other sentient beings should be harmed and killed for the insane fancy of our palate.
Having a Morrissey moment there! Confession time: I have not been strictly vegan lately, but have virtually never relapsed onto fish or meat in 33 years. It is hard for the best of us to eat an ideal diet, and I burn up a helluva lot of calories doing what I do!
Sending out only the best of all possible vibes to all my loyal readers wherever you are in the world. Don’t give up, there is light at the end of the tunnel and in Moz’s words ‘It Never Goes Out’.
‘Work’ is the new Swear Word
Be good or be good at it…(Lil Wayne).
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B15KU476cuzkSDBtQm9XYkNIUTQ/edit
Ms Beyonce Knowles
Frankly, this, and the Destiny’s Child number about being independent and all that are the only Beyonce tracks I really like…but no one could ever say she ain’t beautiful (Eminem).
How Was I To Know My Love Was Delusional?
So Rihanna, honey, you’re a satan-worshipping baby sacrificer huh babe?
Let’s be purrrfectly clear. I ain’t no Satanist. And Rihanna is a good pal of mine, I highly doubt she has sold her soul or even been brainwashed from birth by the freaking Illuminati.
Historically I considered all conspiracy theories to be paranoid delusions, and see no real reason to change my view.
‘How was I to know my love was delusional?’
Incarcerated by the State forcibly in a hellhole thirty plus times and kept drugged for years by big Pharma. My psychiatric notes must be pretty voluminous and would doubtless make instructive reading. Naturally, they would tell you way more about those who wrote them and stood in judgment on my mental state than they would ever tell you about me…
Luckily for me I found friends within the system, not just other patients but also some of the staff who were assigned to my ‘case’. Will always be grateful to Wendy Giovanelli and Wayne Garner, mental health social workers, among many others, also want to give an honourable mention to Phillippa Lennon and Theo Lloyd (Floating Support Workers) from the Centra organisation. You guys are the toppermost of the poppermost, best I can hope for you is that you’ll belatedly become extremely rich and be able to retire and live off the fat of the land. You rock!
Regarding friends. I have one. I do not require more. His name is Maurice, he is currently a prisoner of the state. Regarding love, I seriously doubt it exists. A ‘relation-ship’ either works or it doesn’t. Don’t go getting yourself broken hearts, they bloody hurt trust me. If the guy don’t appreciate you as you know you deserve, move swiftly on to the next! Same for the guys.
You know how we do.
Am I Still Ill? 