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My School Years.

I’ve recently been trying to remember my teachers names but, I’m not sure on a few? Here I try!

Woodend Little School.

1969 – 1970 Mrs Capstick
1970 – 1971 Mrs Graham?

Windhill Church School.

1971 – 1972 Mrs Allan

Windhill C of E First School.

1972 – 1973 Mr Riley. Extra lessons Mrs Allan.

Wycliffe Middle School.

1973 – 1974 Mrs Bennett?
1974 – 1975 Mrs Whitaker (ever so sorry I was difficult), extra lessons Mr Lindley.
1975 – 1976 Mr Froud, extra lessons Mr Lindley.
1976 – 1977 Mrs ?

Nab Wood Grammar School.

1977 – 1980 Mr Davidson.

I hardly attended the last year or so. Left aged 15. I didn’t enjoy school at all, lots went on, you can read the bullying here.

A Statement of Intent.

Me, myself and I are deciding on a few things.

This year of 2018 a few things have been quite helpful and good, mainly through meeting new people. Not everyone can be pleased, not everyone can be friends but this year seems to have seen parts of my health at least get stable. It’s being said that this could be due to introducing ‘us’ to my new friends.

The statement is simple, various things in life can make me quite anxious, this anxiety is harmful not only to my mental health but it can also cause the Sarcoidosis to kick in. Therefore and within reason, anything that causes this anxiousness will either be given time out or blocked out from my life.

End.

Bigotry and Fascism

I have known the meanings for a very lot of years, yet sometimes it still needs clearing up…

Bigotry; Is intolerance towards those who hold different opinions from oneself.

Fascism; Is a form of radical authoritarian ultra-nationalism, characterised by dictatorial power, forcible suppression of opposition and control of industry and commerce, which came to prominence in early 20th-century Europe.

Both are making a huge comeback, particularly on the extreme left. I hate this left right wing shit, keep me on the middle breast with my opinions, without hate.

Churchill-first-V-sign - BLIP

Been Caught on Webcam?

Yesterday I received email from someone named Russel Dowling [email protected]

“I’m going to cut to the chase. I’m aware “……..” is your password. Moreover, I am aware about your secret and I’ve proof of your secret. You do not know me personally and nobody paid me to examine you.

It’s just your bad luck that I stumbled across your blunder. Well, I installed a malware on the adult vids (porno) and you visited this website to experience fun (you know what I mean). When you were watching videos, your browser started out working as a Rdp (Remote desktop) that has a key logger which gave me accessibility to your display screen as well as web camera. After that, my software obtained every one of your contacts from your fb, and email.

I then put in much more time than I probably should have exploring into your life and made a double display video. First part displays the video you had been viewing and other part displays the recording of your web camera (its you doing dirty things).

Frankly, I am willing to forget details about you and allow you to continue with your life. And I am about to present you two options which will achieve that. These two options are with the idea to ignore this letter, or just pay me $ 2900. Let us investigate above 2 options in details.

Option 1 is to ignore this mail. Let us see what will happen if you pick this path. I will definitely send out your video recording to all your contacts including close relatives, colleagues, etc. It doesn’t save you from the humiliation your family will face when relatives and buddies find out your unpleasant videos from me.

Option 2 is to send me $ 2900. We’ll name this my “confidentiality tip”. Now let me tell you what will happen if you choose this choice. Your secret will remain your secret. I will destroy the recording immediately. You go on with your daily life like nothing ever occurred.

At this point you must be thinking, “I should call the cops”. Without a doubt, I’ve covered my steps in order that this email can’t be linked time for me and it will not stop the evidence from destroying your life. I am not seeking to dig a hole in your pocket. I just want to get paid for time I put into investigating you. Let’s hope you have chosen to generate all this disappear completely and pay me my confidentiality fee. You will make the payment by Bitcoin (if you don’t know this, type “how to buy bitcoins” on google search)

Amount to be sent: $ 2900
Bitcoin Address to Send to: 17evj6D2chJCzM5aopd2XBVDF2ykVn6mFG
(It is case sensitive, so copy and paste it)

Tell no-one what will you be sending the bitcoin for or they may not offer it to you. The task to acquire bitcoin usually takes a day or two so do not put it off.
I’ve a unique pixel in this email, and at this moment I know that you’ve read through this e-mail. You now have two days to make the payment. If I don’t receive the BitCoin, I definitely will send your video to your contacts including family members, co-workers, and so forth. You better come up with an excuse for friends and family before they find out. Having said that, if I receive the payment, I’ll erase the video and all other proofs immediately. It’s a non-negotiable one time offer, thus kindly do not waste my time & yours. Time is running out.”

So, it seems a video of spotted dick might be going out, it might even go viral!

Seriously, I reported it to the police, if folks sit there recording others then that is pretty dire, frankly I don’t actually care, I’ve done alot of mad and weird stuff in life and this is nothing.

My reply was simply “I don’t give a flying fuck, fuck you asshole”

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Waving wildly from her car I returned it with my left hand.

Where had she been? I haven’t seen her since she was standing, looking at an over loaded bee on the ground. if only I had a spoon, warm water and some honey.

But where is the dog? Ah yes, as she drove on by we both smiled, maybe one day I should ask what the dogs name is.

A robin lands nearby, should I stop and close my eyes? A short wish for something that wont happen, oh crikey there goes a magpie!

Closed eyes ‘I wish I hadn’t seen that magpie’ and upon opening my eyes…

Two magpies fly on by.

Joy.

Trying to explain cpap?

Few years ago I started to stop breathing during the night, many folks do but it is usually blamed on being overweight, especially obese. When I started being ill and finally diagnosed as being a sarcoid in 2010 my weight had dropped to about 8st and in kilograms it’s something else, I was put on prednisolone (Steroids, still am) and later azathioprine (chemotherapy, still am). At my peak I was on 40mg/day pred, this was for about two months. In that time I should have got massive yet I didn’t but I did get up to the weight of now which is about 85k and in stones it’s something else.

That weight is over the advised but my bloods are now the best since 2010, though overweight I should have been massive, obviously this points to the sarcoidosis being active, very active. So, my night time breathing became a problem. It now needs cleaning and filtered but the cpap stopped the breathing difficulties. What has started happening, I feel like my body powers down then next thing I’m wide awake bouncing around on my bed, after what feels like a shock. I think my heart has started to stop beating during the night, something electrical? gets it going again, it really is an immense experience and to be honest it does not scare me.

I will book into the doctors even though I start at the Harrogate hospital on June 12th 2018. It’s more than probable that at 53 years of age yet living in an old body is the reason. For the past few years I have been seeing the number 53, I’m 54 on July 27th, it’s getting close…

A cpap.

cpap

And what I think about seeing the light, ha.

Up you

Things arrive in three’s?

That old saying isn’t it. So, of late most of my post’s have been quite negative, I really can not help that, I would prefer some Stuart madness and have folks laughing their teeth out…

June see’s the start to the roll out of Universal Credit in my district, though in principle I do agree with having certain benefits combined, to give those in need, some kind of responsibility, it is a bind that in June my Personal Independence Payment is also being reassessed. Again, I did not expect this until next year but I have now learned the reassessment arrives about one year before the current award is due to finish and so that I also understand.

Also in June, I start my appointments to treatments at Harrogate hospitals, think I’ve mentioned somewhere else Bradford NHS trust was first used, then Airedale NHS trust and now Harrogate is to be tried to get another opinion for my Sarcoidosis body.

Three pretty dammed difficult stresses starting in the same month.

And so, moving on.

I’m shitting myself.

How Many Jobs Has He Had…?

Yes that is incredibly tough to work out but here I try and in order! phew…

1980 – Left school at 15, too young for the dole.
1980 – Bradford Hauliers, vehicle mechanical yts shit.
1980 – Stephensons, metal wire operative yts shit.
1981 – J Clark engineering, machine operative, not shit, some nice folks.
1981 – Wileys cycles & toys, mechanic/sales person, loved it, brilliant owner.
1983 – RAF, painter & finisher (panel beater etc.), great friends. PVR’d.
1985 – Dole.
1985 – (Name?) Roller shutter installation, labourer. Shit.
1985 – Jade cycles, mechanic & sales, good-stole loads of cash & components.
1986 – Dole.
1986 – Maxicuts shop, general mug.
1986 – Cardinal shop fitters, shop-floor operative shit but met a good guy.
1987 – Hallfield garage, panel beater/sprayer, set of cunts.
1987 – Dole.
1987 – Metalbox engineering, stores/labourer, loved it, left because-ask…
1989 – Denso/marston radiators, machine operator, totally shit.
1990 – George Barker, refrigeration assembler, nice job, too many cunts.
1994 – Schwitzer Europe Ltd, machine operator, superb job then bad shifts.
1998 – AETC Ltd, setter/operator, super job, then supervisor/improvements.
2000 – Hurel-Dubois, cell manager, absolutely loved it, best job ever.

It’s a total shame, my personal life changed to being totally fucked up. Thinking I could have been very good there but life eh. Met a best friend ever though.

2002 – Reiter automotive, shift manager, enjoyed but I was fucked.
2003 – Dole.
2003 – Plumber, thankfully a couple of very good friends took me on.
2003 – Started performing with bands, many gigs.
2004 – Plumber/joiner/electrics/carpet fitter. Thank fuck for them.
2006 – Reached fourth year of plumbing (gas) but construction crashed.
2006 – Many gigs, with backing tracks solo, kept with bands. Solo was shit.
2007 – Hindle gears, machine setter/operator, it was OK.
2007 – Can’t remember company name? Machine setter/operator, shit.
2008 – Birkby’s plastics, Improvements engineer, they wouldn’t listen.
2008 – AETC Ltd, machine setter/operator, loved it, started feeling ill.
2009 – Metalbox engineering, progress chasing, very good but bad mind.
2009 – 600 Lathes, Shift manager/improvements, OK but even worse mind.
2009 – Dole.

New direction as I thought it was the previous jobs starting to make me ill.

2009 – Tong school, art & craft technician, loved it but still felt ill.
2009 – Allied healthcare, support worker, great job shit company.
2009 – Airedale hospital, support worker/lean team, absolutely loved it.
2010 – ill, mainly sarcoidosis but the mind also fucked up big time.

So I thought I had finally found a dream job in healthcare through the NHS at Airedale hospital. Worked with older folks and mentally ill folks. I loved it, the improvement side was secondary. My manufacturing background was perfect for them, as was my ‘firm’ stance! Anyway, job went.

2012 – Job through Leeds Remploy, administration/telephone work.

2013 – Body fucked up big time.

2014 – Done.

Another thought, does having so many jobs look stable?

Wrote while all the shit was going on, only after all these years does this really make sense…

Of The…

Birds and bees, flowers and trees.
Why try to ruin all these.
The worlds a spin, too many sin.
Frost is thick out there…

Mad isn’t it, after so many years he feels the need to spew out some of that mind shit of facts.

Someone does a semen ‘burp’ in your face, another time they allow you to carry out Cunnilingus on them after they have had intercourse with another ‘man’ though in this case it was named Angela – in the phone.

He had boiling water thrown upon him, being kicked and punched into a kitchen corner, dropped he was seen, so pretended it was a game as she went out to the gym, meeting Angela.

He tried and just couldn’t get it.
Proper life back on track.
Smell and taste are are still shit.
But really, I needed life back.
It just hasn’t happened.

As it unfolded she mentioned the ‘snip’ so I thought it was meant for me, no – how silly, as I found out.

Fucking yak.

Every night the motions happen. Only recently broken legs were a serious thought, but it seems Angela died in 2014? Those legs should have been snapped well before and many times but, no.

Sean McElroy (Angela) was finally married three times, so much was found out, ‘Angela’ was a cunt and it is hoped all the pain possible happened during that death.

But it takes two…

And no, I never did do any kicking or punching to her, it was the other way round.

I’m an old 53 and very tired, 53 years of memories, mainly shit apart from two.

Think I’m bonkers? me too.

A Little festive Cheer

A neighbour, she knocked loudly on my door, she told me the parcel had been outside my door since Wednesday and then she asked if I was alright. Told her yes, I went to the doctors on Tuesday and all is OK. The look on her face didn’t believe me but I really did go to the doctors.

She said if there is anything she can do then just ask, I felt very old, a very old 53 years of age. I don’t have a mirror though I know my eyes were very red, my coughing has been really bad and the gum is still open from 5th December tooth removal. 10th January the hospital want to start taking more teeth out and to see if I heal (bone and gum), then the phosphates injection thingy stuff. I do not want to do any of that.

You know, I’m getting very tired of my Sarcoidosis and the ‘drugs’ but is it the time of year?

On Tuesday I told the Doctor I feel they are now just trying to manage me until my death. Since then I’ve spent most time in bed thinking – that my life has been one big cock-up and it should finish.

I’m so sorry my son’s have to go through this with me.

Are the words in this spot on: DGU 1 …