Introduction

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 http://whatreallyhappenedinthechurch.blogspot.co.uk/

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: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/JJNP

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Hi peeps,
not having a good day here.

Well, being woken at 3am by some idiot didn't help. Thankfully that idiot was accountable for being antisocial and drunk on duty and I made a complaint.

But then I had to deal with the usual rubbish to do with the wretched church of england. For God's sake British people, rise up  and denounce this church full of old, rich and deluded people and make Britian a better place! Stand up and say, this organization is neither wanted nor needed and it is time for it to go!

anyway, I have struggled today due to the trauma of going back to the star city yesterday and not having had enough sleep last night, it is hard enough with one problem, I don't need any extra stress.

I went to have a coffee at the coffee morning earlier but the Scottish lady didn't sit with me, I wonder if the church of england have started sticking their oar in here, I wouldn't put it past them.

I washed myself under the tap, soap, shampoo, lots of cold water in the hot hot sun.

And here I am, dozing miserably in the library.
I can no longer really remember what it is like to not have the hands of the church of england wrapped round my throat and squeezing, it is becoming more desparate and more hopeless.
13 years of pure hell from one diocese.
I am not even a member of the great grim church any more, I am a member of a better church, and still the great grim church are making me suffer horribly, and will be until they or I kill me.

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