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:

Tuesday, 7 July 2015


Sorry if anyone hoped the poem earlier was about 7/7.
When it comes to terrorist attacks like that, words fail me.
I can't talk about it, let alone write poetry about it.

I remember where I was.
I was at work.
At first I couldn't really take it in.
I checked that everyone I knew in London was OK.
I remember asking someone in London if the reason for the bombings were that Britain had just been confirmed to host the Olympics in 2012.
I asked if they were scared to use the tube.
But they replied that Londoners would not be made to live in fear,
and life would go on as normal.
Although maybe normal was not the right word.

7/7 Anniversary. Lives taken by evil, undeserved. Never forgotten.

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