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:

Saturday, 6 August 2016


Good evening peeps,

Well things are tough because of flashbacks and terrors.
Since Jersey Safeguarding Partnership attacked my life again, I have not been sleeping, and it got to a point where I have had something from the chemist to help me sleep, and as usual, the side effects have been severe.

Last time I was on sleep aid, I was on the streets, and I became too distressed and vulnerable to sleep rough for a few days, and before that in Jersey it was equally bad. So I am having to stop taking the sleep aid and hope my sleep returns.
Last night was horrifying with flashbacks, nightmares and terrors.

Then this morning my landlord came round, because I have been having problems with the toilet and shower being blocked, so I had a wet bathroom floor yesterday, but we managed to unblock the blocked plumbing, and all is well, all is well in the plumbing anyway.

I feel very depressed and distressed, part of that was caused by Bishop Butler making empty noises about safeguarding in the press, he is supposed to have stopped that by now.

I have got some music done and I am getting the next manuscript towards book form, but I still feel rubbish. I went out earlier but I didn't feel better, it is one of those days where nothing can make things feel better, nothing at all, and I don't like people when I feel this bad.

It has been hot today, but I saw no point in that either.
The only things I have been able to do today is music and writing and editing the next book.

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