Let’s get this straight. I’m supposed to enjoy watching some shrieking imbecile shitsticks and harridans who are gobbing off while watching the sort of crap TV I avoid polluting my brain with in the first place …
There’s been some work going on with my YouTube channel, involving music and a spot of satire in the vein of The Daily Aphorism posts on here – complete with freaky animated video.
A bit like this …
Surfing Jackdaw has now finished being converted – no Jehovah’s Witnesses, Islamicists or Moonies were involved in the process. WordPress, on the other hand, was well-implicated
I always assumed stalkers were just a pain in the ass. I know mine is. It’s only to be expected when a delusional fantasist with a bullying personality and a drama- queen sense of his own victimhood drinks too much and smokes his way to a paranoid rage – several times a week.
I hadn’t realised it was also a criminal offence. The Crown Prosecution Service document on stalking and harassment sums it up nicely. Police sites routinely have “what to do if you’re being stalked” sections and the National Policing Improvement Agency has a code of best practice that makes for reassuring reading.
I’ve got several years of emails and voicemails (yes my stalker isn’t the sharpest tool in the box when it comes to not incriminating himself). I know I ought to report it (he’s already been dealt with by the police for stalking my sister and elderly parents), but despite the urgings of of individual constabularies, the Digital Trust and the National Stalking Helpline, I find it difficult to start taking action.
I wonder what experiences other have had with talking to the police about cases like this?
It’s easy to drift westwards from Dozmary Pool over Bodmin Moor and on to the Atlantic coast. That’s what I did with Dozmary Drift – followed the ghost paths from the legendary lake to the sea.
Seeing as I forgot to end the 50% off my music and hypnotherapy titles with prices from 49¢ at CD Baby, I guess the sale will end on Sunday January 11, 2015
Following the arrival of my latest royalties payment, I have been inspired to make like a filthy capitalist and declare a seasonal sale! There’s 50% off my music and hypnotherapy titles at CD Baby with prices from 49¢ – visit CD Baby
I love the ancient legend of The Fey Woman Of Lyn Y Fan. I love it so much that I wrote a quirky, contemporary retelling of the story complete with gender and role reversal, kebabs and football. As if by magical coincidence, it’s appearing in the June 2014 edition of Gold Dust magazine, which I believe is issue 25 and free to read from the website.
Imagine … there was a “Who/What/Where quiz” on bloody bollockingbraindead BuzzFeed that posed sensible questions with realistic options for answers? One that you could get beyond the first question without screaming “FFS – what sort of simian simpleton would answer with any of these stupid responses to such a dumbass question?”
Even if there was, I still wouldn’t care what sort of fetid parasites my FaceBook friends are apparently proud of being.