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:

Friday, 12 January 2018


Good morning peeps,

Last night I walked along the bay, the waves were crashing down and booming. But I can't make it like it used to be, before the church destroyed me.

I watched television for the first time in ages, Hollyoaks is still dragging out the pitiful Scott and Damon and Ryan and all the rest of them stories, hasn't anyone hinted to them that it is time for some fresh stories?

I had a really bad night's sleep, the same shallow sleep, discomfort and nightmares of recent times.
I gave up and got up at some point. I drank tea in the dark and went down to the sea.
Then I went to the gym to discuss starting training again. I don't want to, I see no point, but despite everything inflicted by the church, police and press, I go on trying to do what's best for me, which isn't an easy task when you are a fugitive and in poverty.

It is misty out there, or foggy, not as bad as the other night, and the sea is big and grey and near calm except for waves breaking on the sea wall.

Today I hope to unload some more stuff from the car, do some gardening here, and work an evening shift.

Oh I am doing some writing. I did a thousand words last night as I watched television.

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