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, 11 October 2016

The Anniversary Journey part 1

You have to take out a mortgage for breakfast at Southampton Airport!

I took a photo of the Southampton Airport sign, but it was spoiled by boastful island pretending to be a holiday destination instead of an insular bubble full of egomaniacs.

We walked into the airport as we have every year on this day, To wait for the arrival. The lone and destroyed Jersey abuse victim. No one can arrive alone and having been destroyed and imprisoned and left homeless and destitute. No-one should have to do that. So hands reach out from the future to the past.

That's HG.

What we are doing is knitting the massive psychological wound. A wound that will never be properly mended but can, with time, become bearable. Although the onslaughts against HG by the Church and States of Jersey means that there may not be time, However, commemoration, memorial, outlet for grief, are all good reasons for the anniversary journey tradition to continue.

We have planes, shall we take one?

Lets go and see Uncles Phil and Ian and friends and have stern words with them about their very norty behaviour. I approve of norty as long as it is norty but nice, but they are real norty step material. Not Nice At All.

We slow down and glide, and I look
my island, clear and sharp against the blue sky
this is my home, this is all I have known
this is my island, and I have come home

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