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.

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Tuesday, 18 October 2016

In Jersey they just shoot you...

I am rained off for the moment and I am working on a student consultation paper for the university. I am one of the student volunteers who works with this stuff and I am supposed to be commenting. How about this comment - 'Try writing this stuff in English!'

I was just thinking about my police sting article, and as a good creative writing student, it led to other memories.

We had flown to the Devon for the weekend, from Jersey.
The conversation turned to fixed speed cameras on the A303.
'Oh, we don't have those in Jersey' He told them smugly.

'No speed cameras? So what if you get speeding drivers?'

'Well the police just stand on the bridge with a gun and shoot them'.

True story.

And don't put it past SOJP, they were left over from the occupation.
'When they liberated Jersey, they forgot about the police'.

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