It’s not the correct way to describe the most loving woman of my childhood but we used to play a game called Mrs Boiling.
As soon as I woke up when I was a small child I used to run naked into her bedroom and climb in to her bed and she would clutch me tightly against her bare breast until I was too hot to cope and then she would let go.
I love you mum.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it is to listen to the whole of this song.
I’m pretty sure people from all over the world pop by to read my blog from time to time and have heard about how the British are so proud of their NHS but in my experience some of the doctors and nurses steal from the taxpayer and patients and believe they have the right to carelessly kill with impunity.
It’s true there are many fantastic and dedicated staff and it’s still possible to get world class healthcare here that’s free at the point of care but it’s a total lottery.
If I don’t get proper healthcare elsewhere soon I am certain to die way before my time.
It depends whether it’s all pre-ordained or we have free will.
What I wish these days when I’m feeling a bit low and unwell is that whichever philosophy is correct, things were a bit different.
You’re going the wrong way!
From right to left, left to right…
A quick song, Choose your own hypocrites.
A half Jewish, half English autistic savant called Rainish, just like the weather at this time of year. After a religious experience he talks in tongues and god knows what he’s on about.
It could be the perfect sequel to Dustin Hoffman and Tom Cruise’s original and I’ve chosen a soundtrack.
Going off topic a bit here but now I’m feeling a bit better with good nutrition (and lots of coke) I decided to visit a proper East End pub, The Boleyn, for a good old cockney knees up to remind myself of the good old days: cockles and muscles and a real Dick Van Dyke playing the old Joanna. He hit a few bum notes but the whole boozer booed him and he tried to up his game.
A goodnight’s fun all round.
As for the mascot that’d be a chocolate lizard and black and white would be the colours (with a touch of green).
Just for a change I’m being sincere when I tell you God is real and the Holy Bible is His book.
For the last six months or so since being released from Goodmayes psychiatric gulag I’ve been hearing voices almost constantly. At first I thought it was just the powerful drugs they forced on me there, then I came to believe it was the security services using some sort of special synthetic telepathy to recruit me but over Christmas and Boxing Day I came to know that the Lord had finally revealed himself to me and wanted me to seek absolution for a lifetime of sin including violence and the serious hurt I’d caused other people without thought and he showed me both his love and his wrath.
I prayed.
He has told me He will choose my judgement as He will all men when it is their time and He has ordered me to attend Church on a Sunday for the rest of my life and to help an elderly friend and neighbour with mobility problems attend Church himself (which he has done his whole life). I had been thinking about going anyway because he was a nice man and a friend of the family and he knew and wanted to save my soul through the Lord.
I know I must attend Church, God willing for the rest of my life and pray earnestly for my sins and in time He will reveal His purpose for you as he did me.
I’ve been told to help the NHS improve the mental Health Services as much as possible because so many fine people have had their whole lives blighted, shortened and ended through poor medical care as I have. He’s already educated me in ways to do this and I have found the correct way to get this message across and tested and proven safely and because I know so many patients locally I know that there are some fantastic observations in One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest because they all seem like ordinary people with personalities, interests, dreams and desires like the rest of us, but from an early age they end up spending their whole lives lonely and alone, dependent, drowsy, shaky and damaged unnecessarily.
Amen
I've Got Summink to Say 