This is a merge of my 'Wanderer' blog that tells of two years of my three years on the streets, and a new blog that tells of my life after the Diocese of Winchester ripped through my life for for the last few years on top of the previous serious harm that left me homeless
This is a day to day blog of my life as I continue to survive, work on recovery and on the social problems that I have and try to come to terms with limitless traumas I have survived along the way.
This blog is in tandem with my blog about my experiences in the Church of England

The former name of this blog and the name of it's sister blog are to do with my sense of humour, which I hope to keep to the end, which appears to be ever more rapidly approaching. At least I laughed, and I laughed at the people who were destroying me. Don't forget that.

Here are my books, which I wrote for you if you would like to know more:

Monday, 9 January 2012

I get so many people trying to force me indoors and send me to the shelter, they say that it is too dangerous for me to be outdoors, when in reality I have been safer outdoors than I was in all my time indoors.
So I do a percentage thing if they are persistent.

  • 60% or more of people are hiding indoors at night, making the most of their warm homes, they are more likely to abuse someone close to them than me, and more likely to look at porn than that.
  • 15% or more of people not at home at night are at work and are not going to come near my sleeping place.
  • 15% of people out at night are in pubs and bars and will get drunk and if they are looking for trouble there are lots of willing people in the pubs, bars and clubs who will oblige, they will not come to my side of town or sleeping places.
  • The final 10% are homeless people, insomniacs and people with problems, homeless people all have their own territory and will not bother me, insomniacs are not going to wander into homeless corners on their night time jogs and the very small percent of rapists and beasts are unlikely to wander into my corner either.
  • I look like a bloke when I am there in my bedding.
  • I have a phone
  • I can fight
  • I am rarely or never found by individuals
  • I have been abused less since being homeless than I was when I lived indoors.
  • I cannot cope with indoors
  • I am still vulnerable to the diocese if I settle
  • I have no future in employment or anything useful and this is the only way I can survive.

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