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, 10 May 2016

Winchester, my heart, my home, my heritage

My trip to Winchester appears to have provoked massive leaps in blog stats, no idea why, I was there for North Walls last year without provoking much reaction at all.
I didn't go to Winch to interact with the church although it was funny to joke about them, I went because that is my home town and my memories of Winchester go back long past the evil of the Diocese of Winchester and their vain and arrogant middle class patrons. As you will see, I posted pictures of my dearest favourite walk from when I was a teenager.
My trip to Winchester has no meaning in context of the diocese of winchester, who are based in Alresford anyway, but it seems to have sparked a massive amount of blog views from that silly corporation.
And yes, those who don't recognise the photos of the Bishop drowning in his crypt, look them up on Photopol's Jersey toons blog. It was a joke.

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