Author: Arthur Lame-Stocks

Or: abnormal service will resume after a musical interlude.

After my violent abduction and forced incarceration for 6 weeks by the NHS at a cost I estimate at north of £50,000 instead of the treatment I didn’t really want but would have accepted at a cost of around £250 I was left feeling like the living dead (I believe between them Dr Jaffar and Dr Mahmood of Goodmayes Hospital have nearly killed me 3 times).

Yet with just a bit of research and vitamin D supplements and fresh orange juice I am mostly feeling rock ‘n’ roll again (apart from brain damage which I may never fully recover from).

But for the UK taxpayers I have some more bad news: I estimate my measurable losses at £150k in lost earnings plus damages for a shortened life expectancy.

For the NHS staff that did this all to me consider the following allegations I am making against you:

GBH

Racially motivated GBH

Negligence

Assault and battery

Perjury and libel

Breaches of my article 3, 5, 6, 8 and 10 rights.

Don’t forget forging warrants but that’s between the NHS and the Police.

To sum up then.

The clap for ’em all.

CTO y’all soon.

I recently started drinking a pint of fresh orange juice in the morning because I’d read about it’s laxative effect but an unexpected effect that is also known is that it increases testosterone: I finally feel a bit more able to fight and f*ck so here’s two songs to do just that without any laws getting broken: one for both instincts and topical to me.

Sharp scratch as the needle goes down on the record.

I picked up some CD’s in a charity shop yesterday, a bit of a mixed bag. One is by an American artist, Lisa Loeb, which immediately reminded me of the band Rilo Kiley, both musically and vocally but not lyrically.

See if you can see the similarity.

Not quite as clear as I first thought but there’s still something there to me: Jenny Lewis is Lisa Loeb when you’ve got home late from the pub and the dinner’s in the dog.

Than my previous post.

I took my parents shopping in Romford today (my dad no longer drives) and left them to their own devices after poncing a tenner from my old man to have my own fun.

And in the secondhand CD section of the British Heart Foundation shop I blew the lot on a bit of a mixed bag of genres which I’m working my way through listening to.

So Far my favourite is a 4 track EP by an artist called Jessica Faroe. It’s pretty heavy and I like her vocal style, sometimes melodic, sometimes growly.

I even found out the meaning of a new word from one of her tracks: nyctophilia, a love of the nighttime, possibly just another name for asymptomatic bipolar disorder.

I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do today so did a bit of research on the new ‘wonder drug’ for schizophrenia: Cobenfy.

I expect in a short time the NHS will be prescribing it regularly at a cost of nearly $2,000 a month or $24,000 a year.

It is meant to have lower side effects than other antipsychotics because it works on a different neurotransmitter (it’s an acetylcholine agonist and also acetylcholine suppressant. In fact the theory behind it seems like bad science to me).

But when I read this I managed to predict with total accuracy that it would utterly bugger your digestion and lo and behold it does according to the literature.

But what makes it work as a treatment for hallucinations is that it has the effect of lowering dopamine. Maybe then acetylcholine and dopamine work in opposition to one another; raising one lowers the other and vice versa.

so here’s another effect I’m going to have a punt at that hasn’t cropped up but may in time, uncontrollable fast muscle agitation, effectively tardive dyskenesia one way or another.

Patients will end up drowsy but twitching, probably as bad as it could get.

It could take a few years of use for these side effects to come to the public’s attention although I expect Bristol Myers Squibb have predicted it will do this but nonetheless will make a good deal of money out it.

Just another drug that does exactly the same as all the others in the class.

Money for old rope for big pharma and money for lost hope for the sufferers.

Robert David Jackson

I think therefore I am. I think therefore I am…

I think therefore I am. I think therefore I am?

I think therefore I am. I think therefore I am!

I think therefore I am.

But how does this statement hold up during those moments when we exist but have no conscious knowledge of it, such as periods of sleep?

You could film someone with their knowledge getting into bed and falling asleep until the point at which they wake up with a demonstrable sense that time has passed but no recollection of thought.

Would memory mean:

I thought therefore I was.

Kind of makes sense doesn’t it.

But memory is fallible, so did you only exist during those brief periods that you can remember which can get corrupted and fade?

Yet the physical body can be shown to have existed longer than the events we can recall.

This would possibly suggest a disconnect between the physical existence and the neurological one.

I would argue then that descartes is only partly right unless we are two organisms living in symbiosis, a physical one and a spirit.

Just what many religions believe

But then the Abrahamic religions believe the spirit can exist without the body. How could this be possible?

Maybe a better answer is:

We are.

Here’s a YouTube video of a lecture by Dr. Sapolsky that I found really interesting. It’s long but he’s a really good lecturer and I have since watched more of his lectures.

It seems to confirm some of my ideas about an evolutionary reason for the persistent existence of genetic disorders and psychiatric conditions.

Watch the below advert for medical cannabis from the Curaleaf clinic,

Now watch it again but this time imagine it’s a school sex education video for gay sex.

It works doesn’t it!

Is it religion as Marx thought?

Is it bread and circuses as Juvenal said?

Is it the certainty of fools and fanatics as Bertrand Russell thought?

Who in the hell gives a monkey’s what great minds think of your opium?

If it’s legal and you can afford it and it doesn’t kill you before death does, enjoy it to your heart’s content.

Mine are ceramics, music, art and media.

If yours are beer and football or shopping and Netflix I ain’t gonna look down on you.

So go on, name your poison and get high on it.