Thursday

Good evening peeps,

Well the Archbishop has been masturbating on abuse victims and doing his peacock show at their expense again, which has been profoundly traumatic for me, as it always is, not least because he and his filthy church have been asked to show some respect and decency and stop doing this, repeatedly.

Anyway, we went to see Lala Land last night, and as I said, I didn't enjoy it really.
It was quite disjointed and it didn't really have a strong plot or conclusion.
It starts off with people getting out of their cars in a traffic jam and dancing on the road, but that doesn't completely relate to the film.

The film is about an aspiring actress and a struggling musician. But it is too cliched.
There is simply nothing outstanding about it, the characters were nice enough and they weren't highly polished as some lead roles in some films are, but it was a long waste of an evening, which is a pity as I rarely go to the cinema these days.

Then today I had to deal with the man who destroyed me, Justin Welby, shooting his mouth off and beating himself off for publicity.

But I did publish 'Destruction'. It is already available to order.
If someone said to you that they had published 21 books, what would you think? Anything but the fact that they were publishing in order to be heard in death when their destroyers killed them despite years of cries for help.

The rain continues and the wind is galeforce and I can't get any work done, so money has been very low, and again, thank you to those who have helped me out.