Global warming, case closed.

My personal research into global warming has reached its conclusion and I reckon enough evidence for every neutral (not carbon neutral!) to agree. What started as a light hearted extra in the end of a few news reports as a wonderful relief to the impending ice age predicted for the previous 20 years became a man eating monster within a decade. People can, however deceived, see through a lie if it carries on long enough. It can't be maintained as evidence of the truth slowly creeps through the farago of nonsense they put up.

In the last few weeks the final nails went in the coffin. Studies showed world average climate stopped rising in 1998 (and only rose and fell for a few decades at a time prior to that regardless of industrial activity). So there is actually nothing called global warming, in the present anyhow. It's actually global cooling now as temperatures have been dropping now since December.
Then it was announced hurricanes and tornadoes did not increase with temperature, and actually went down a little. Another fear removed. And (this takes some research currently as it changes so much it's hard to find the full picture) after the great polar melts followed the great polar freeze. What melts big time freezes big time, that's nature.

Other experts are now admitting there are unlikely to be many deaths should there be global warming as the number of people dying of the cold now would more than cancel out anyone dying from heat or flooding, except the sea level figures which are rising have risen steadily at almost bugger all for over a century. And if they carry on at that level for another century they will have risen at very slightly more than bugger all, making bugger all difference even for the many generations to come that haven't yet been born the global warming promoters are warning of.
I could go on, but as a panel said on the radio, if this lot alone was presented in defence to a jury having heard the case for the prosecution none in the world could find them guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Firstly a crime has to have been committed first, and the propaganda continues to repeat old predictions of 2-10' in a century as they haven't got a lot more to go on, plus the long discredited 'hockey stick' diagram, which started this whole fiasco off and moves now under its own momentum even after the engine's gone off. I have a legal background and smelt a rat as soon as the words 'carbon tax' were mentioned, plus the fact no one had reported any of the phenomena we were told would be associated with global warming. In fact studies taken from the many times it had been warmer in the past showed few people suffered and as we all know, it costs money to heat a house and nothing to freeze in the winter if you don't. There's no historic precedent for said disasters predicted, quite the opposite.
Anyhow, one by one scientists are having to admit each guess or measurement was wrong and sooner or later the governments will be forced to stop taxing us for something that no longer warrants the payment. In legal terms that would be called obtaining money by deception and the same juries would have no trouble finding them guilty of that. Criminal at worst and naive at best, but led by criminals who knew exactly what they were up to.
But do you think they'll give our money back when the gaff has been blown? My bum they will...

I've been.

For a change I've been busy this week (well, last week now). First private tuition job for 10 years, birthday party with live band and other things too trivial to mention but included getting a matching red mouse for the laptop I'm using now. I'm free now and besides a few little arrangements ahead am down to my own devices.

Within 3 weeks the wait to know about my newspaper article will be over, it'll be in or out and that's it, no way round the result whichever way it goes. Mind you, the last disappointment when I was told I'd be on Sky One on a certain date, then it wouldn't actually be Sky One but mobile phones (give me strength...) and then not even completed I felt that would be my last shot at the bigger time (ie getting a million TV viewers). Then I was filmed for US TV although I have no idea how many people watched it (the figures aren't shared like they are here in public) it won't make me known this side of the Atlantic. Then the newspaper interview. Admittedly these are even rarer than TV appearances but just because they may never use it doesn't mean the last career chance ever.

I have a little project finally set up now which could make the global warming story fade into the background. My long search for alternative energy appears over with a long overlooked method of generating power, and have found places to distribute this information. I suspect hardly anyone in authority knows about this technology and no checks I've made have failed to demonstrate its successful applications. The plans already exist and no more work would be needed to build a prototype and see it work worldwide.

Otherwise it's a free week ahead, photos in such wonderful places as Shepherds Bush, Ladbroke Grove (if not in the charging zone) and Maida Vale. Mainly for postcode and station pictures and I'm bound to get some good random people in the crowds. The last time I took the camera to Shepherds Bush was in 2002 to get Routemaster buses before they were withdrawn, and went from Willesden Garage to Notting Hill, I don't think there was much doing when I actually got to the Bush itself. And then Cockfosters. Someone has to.
I can't honestly see a lot happening in the way of actual excitement besides a possible meeting in the near or middle future, I've virtually written the article off now after such a long wait and will just keep on with the photos and pictures and see if I can sell any more. And with enough evidence collected that global warming is now over and has been for years waiting for that news to reach the mugs who believe the crooks that tell them it exists, or may do after they've died. Many people believe the kingdom of heaven awaits them when they die and spend their whole lives preparing for it while they miss the present. My present has more holes than cheese much of the time but I'm putting all my chips on life not death thank you. You know it makes sense.

Maharaji on religion

Listen to the voice of sense when it comes to religion, this guy knows what he's talking about and offers the real thing, not the rules and regualtions.

Another week in Kingsbury

Another week has passed, and it's been a collection of random events, from taking photos in Tottenham (mainly for the postcodes from road signs for a group) to meeting an online friend who was passing through on his way back to Nigeria yesterday.

I went to a local photo shop of historical pictures to try and sell my albums, and they said they needed to be wholesaled, costing me about £2000 so I didn't bother. It would take most of my life to sell that many by hand like the first lot I did in 1995 which took me over a year and hundreds of miles. One more route eliminated. I also saw the results of the garden photography competition which weren't that different to a couple I entered. How they choose I can't tell but I'm not far off the requirements in comparison.

I've also done heaps more research on global warming simply because more facts are being released every week now. It's impossible to accept there's an issue at all anymore, the evidence has totally fallen apart and new admissions admit even if it happens extreme weather won't increase so what's the fuss about? I now have no doubts and no longer take any notice of the excuses given in reply by the warmists as I know where they are coming from, ie the imaginations of the politicians and mistaken scientists who 10 years later are gradually contradicting their findings. There is no more case and before more people suffer the consequences of criminal taxes and restrictions on more and more areas of normal life the truth has to prevail. Food prices have doubled mainly by swapping its use to biofuel thus creating an artificial shortage. More ways to cripple third world industry on top of the grants for fucking wind turbines that don't actually work. Those are given instead of other forms of aid, not as well as by the way.

I have an unknown week ahead really, more photo trips as per, stations this time, Harrow and maybe Kentish Town. Let's hope I get something better to do when this list runs out, one more in my album will make the 5000 mark in 2 1/2 years. I'm down to my last 2 media projects, waiting years for the final programme to come on and weeks for the newspaper to shit or get off the pot regarding my article. Articles I should way, a week's worth, including mine. That would be a lot of wasted work if they didn't use it and god forbid an insight into the world of media if so. I hope not.

So, I was so busy I didn't update here for a week. Makes a change everyone thinks, and they're right.

Latest roundup.

Things are happening one by one, here's a photo of event one. Jonty from last year's Big Brother came out with me last week after I found him on Facebook and told him our parents knew each other. That was the first person I had any connection with in it until the teenage version next with a girl I knew from when her mother was pregnant with her, Calista Robertson. If you wait long enough even in this overpopulated country you'll find someone you know when picked randomly sooner or later.



Meanwhile 3 more stories have surfaced adding to the evidence of global warming being made up crap. Originally when it hit the news it was a quaint and irrelevant bit of 'and finally' fluff. 'Oh good' everyone thought, they thought there would be an ice age and now we can all relax, at last the weather may actually be improving and we can save some energy on heating bills and have cheaper food.
Suddenly it became serious. Despite no actual warming taking place (all based on bogus predictions for after we'll all be dead so can't prove them), we were hit by policies. Tax, alternative energy (inefficient and expensive) and worst of all nuclear power. Clearly fossil fuel is running out but why make a case for global warming to poison us all with radiation which really is dangerous?

One by one scientists are leaving the religion behind, the latest being the Scrabble winning name Miklos Zagoni (127 on triple word), who realised something was amiss when NASA refused to release new data showing their guesses/estimates were wrong. He used to be a high priest of warmism, until he saw through it the way so many people do with no influence from the propaganda at all. Losing $5billion of funding would ruin the party for so many in the global warming collective anything that threatens to end it will be kept hidden as long as possible. Hence my efforts to spread the truth wherever I can.

Canada's Carleton University have affirmed what I keep saying, carbon dioxide doesn't affect climate, the sun does. With the sunspots hitting a cyclic minimum it will now get colder for 50-100 years (as it is now) and soon it will be impossible to believe in warming when there is no evidence anywhere on earth.

And finally the polar ice is refreezing faster as there was more room to freeze when it melted. This is called a natural balance and the polar bears are up all night celebrating.

If only these stories were picked up more by the big papers and TV then the politicians would have to find new ways of clipping our wings. I teach people one by one, either the don't knows or with any the luck, worth even more, the converts. Instead of believing the crap they tell us, quote the facts that show it is rather than accept a temperature taken elsewhere that means nothing. Have you noticed it getting warmer and if so do you think it has spoilt the quality of your life?

A little bit more politics

I think I can say progress is being made. My DVD from America of my latest programme has now arrived and I'm in it twice as long as any of the others. Another social arrangement has been made and Nigel Lawson has just written a book telling people not to panic about global warming.

Now I just had an email from a good friend too distant to meet in person who backed up my efforts to spread the truth. This clarified what my little political campaigning is about, it's creating a legal style case breaking the illusions the evil bastards who make the rules tell us is the case. Many other people also see through it and do nothing, I look for the facts (easy as wetting yourself now we have the internet) and make a case. I won't insult people for believeing in lies as they are being scammed, not scamming, yet many insult me for trying to help not just them but the viral effects they have passing on these lies.

It's getting late again and whether I'm free tomorrow is debatable so not sure if I should go to bed in case. I also now have a rough date for if and when my article may come out, or not at all. I suppose fame is the same as having a qualification, you can say the same thing but people won't listen to you without either. I've done with the qualifications and now need the fame to add some real authority. Unlike anything else in life it is reasonably within anyone's power to do as there are basic rules to follow and they do work. Some people become famous by chance but it's possible to make a decision as well and put everything you have into making it happen. The money and the new friends would be a bonus but not essential parts of it.

Now I was a little disappointed no one complained about my last entry, as it probably means hardly anyone read it as it's the sort of stuff likely to attract nastiness. But there was none. When I said women weren't as comfortable about having sex as men I got a right bollocking although it's the gospel truth. How many women do you know who think 'I fancy a shag' and go to a pub and pick up a man? Case closed. It just don't happen. And oddly it's probably not biological but 99.9% cultural. We both do it so why should men be free to look and try wherever they can and women pretend they don't want it? Crap. I have no idea if and when women worldwide decided to take this passive and often hostile position but I doubt it's been permanent. Probably since Queen Victoria who from the photos was extremely lucky to get it once considering her husband could actually see. She looked like a troll. I can just imagine her with purple hair and a hole in her backside to put a pencil in.

Anyway, how the mind can wonder. The last thing I expected to be writing about was Queen Victoria's appearance but once free association has been warmed up it will always work. I'm not writing a song so it doesn't have to rhyme, so there are no restrictions to work within besides good English and presentation which we can all only try our best. And behind 4 years of blogging I have over 40 of marked assignments virtually to the present day (continuing professional development says so) and if I can't write properly now I never will. To answer the critic last month, yes, it's got me about 3 lines of letters after my name. And they don't give those away for fags, not in my country anyway.

Global bollocks, as usual

Before I start I think I forgot to say, the day I got all that aggravation in the comment boxes the hit logger counted about 120 hits for that day. Every other had about 3 but for some reason not only did I get 3 (unnecessary) comments for the first time in ages but where did the hits come from? Needless to say it was back to about 5 the next day but go figure.

Well with the slightly warmer weather and much longer days I've (guess what) been out with the camera even more. I've got every NW postcode for the group now and started on BR stations for my own. Unlike the tickets which I collected country wide everyone just sends pictures of their local ones so we have a record of them all. Mind you I've got plenty on film camera from all over the place and more on video. Then I had a reason to travel around but when they axed the old tickets in 1988 all I had was another 8 years of free handwritten passes and Isle of Wight ferry tickets. I'd never been to Portsmouth so much since I used to stay with my friend there. And the Isle of Wight for that matter. I missed the queen by minutes at Portsmouth Harbour as the place was swarming with police so I thought I'd better avoid any trouble. 10 minutes later she'd been and gone. Typical. Lucky I saw her already by similar chance out on walkabout in Essex nearly 40 years earlier.

I also found what could be the world's most expensive cakes when I took a friend from Manchester to a local hotel and the bill for the only food in the bar came in at £5 each for little chocolate brownies. The only tip they would have got was the tip of my raised middle finger. Bastards.
Well the media work is slightly further progressed in that the film of my last show is now on its way so I can watch it at last. Having been told the article is to be timed roughly with government ufo files release I suspect they're waiting to release them at the same time now, although they'd need an inside leak to know when it would be. I don't care as long as it's used. And while I'm still alive of course.

Meanwhile the BBC have almost totally taken up the propaganda role for global warming, the latest programme tonight contained more unfounded pony with no balance that the actual premise may be based on nothing at all. They can't actually prove any warming we are having (currently less than a degree in the last 100 years and dropping right now) is caused by us at all, so why create a worldwide campaign to tax us and cripple third world emerging industry, not to mention promote deadly nuclear power as an alternative when there's not a shred of proof carbon dioxide (ours or from natural causes) is behind it? A geography teacher called the radio to say he teaches both sides and the kids have more sense and can work out the truth themselves. Unfortunately just like with the anti Israel crap I'm forced to learn all the truth or end up back in a concentration camp myself, and unlike that with global warming I can't just be on the defensive for the occasional anti semite but constantly preaching in advance as the warmists have all the big media pouring out their constant stream of hot (and poisonous) air every day.

It's only blogs and radio presenters who seem independent enought to dare to disagree with the blinding nonsense the other side present as graphs and projections based on future guesses and temperatures taken in city centres. Then when faced with actual CO2 figures they say a few more parts per million will tip us into armageddon. And if I fart I'll wipe out half of London. Please.

Take my word and others for it, governments and big business do not work for our benefits. They help each other and we just get in the way. That's why immigration has taken over Britain by letting anyone and everyone come here from the lowest criminal gangs or third world countries where they've never even seen a toilet let alone learnt to speak English. Few other countries in the world would tolerate these two classes in their countries if they sneaked in yet we open the borders and who do they turn away? Yes, Americans. They don't let us in so if one doesn't fill the form in dead right then they get the bayonet up the jacksie and the next flight back to Ellis Island. It proves they can do it but only with the undesirables they don't want, not what we don't want as citizens. If you can honestly say you're happy with people who come to your country and spit in the street in packs of extended families, create queues in every council and national health office while needing interpreters when they are seen to, are all given benefits despite not even being here legally and then to top it all told they can stay as they've been here too long to be deported. Not to mention the housing benefit scams where they create 100 family members and claim for them all. Many have done it for 10 years before being caught while honest claimants are prosecuted for exceeding the statutory bank balance by a few pounds and not telling the DSS as they didn't notice.

This is not right or left wing or even that political. It's just reporting the UK government policies of the last decade that have turned an average country (it was never that wonderful, not since the 60s) into one where we'll soon be leaving in droves for the very places many people came here a few decades ago from. I reckon many more people would rather live in Jamaica now than London, if they were allowed in of course.

Progress or not

Yes I have returned. If anyone thinks my stories are boring you should just try living them instead. Thinking of new things to do every day on your own while promises of media success fade into oblivion is a lot harder than reading about it. And I may start banning anonymous comments again if people haven't got the balls to firstly speak as themselves and secondly write a blog of their own.

I've actually been pretty busy since then, just little local trips but found various little things along the way including an amazing painting for next to nothing I'm now looking for a place to hang. One person I've been waiting for is now around although we haven't arranged an actual meeting date yet. Other than that it's officially less than 3 months till the Ministry of Defence release their first UFO files, and that is what my newspaper article is about. Now if they don't publish it by then it's not going to look very clever. I assume they will know before everyone else with official sources (and unofficial) so will be ready to print, although they said they wanted it done before their release. Not a bloody clue.

It's pretty clear ahead so far (including work wise). I can't think of one profession less reliable than being a therapist as you never know how many times people will come or where the new ones will arrive from. Advertising has no effect and nearly all my customers are from a national directory everyone finds when looking for someone. For those who questioned my credentials to practice I may as well present them now in case there was any doubt.

I finished my degree in law, and rather than become a solicitor after a tough year's further study I preferred to return to my original interest and took a 3 year part time certificate and diploma at counselling at what is now (as is my polytechnic) a university. I then took hypnotherapy and psychotherapy courses to reach the top level of accredited counsellor. That's as good as it gets and the jobs are still nearly impossible to get as the few there are either want women, ethnic minorities, female ethnic minorities or ex drug addicts. ie nothing that applies to me. Plus many jobs advertised are for volunteers. 6 years as a volunteer before and after qualifying was quite enough for me and you never see jobs advertised for volunteers in any other profession, but they think 'counsellors=mugs'. The government do as they haven't recognised it as a profession at all so technically you don't get anything for a qualification, hence my lack of a job.
I worked in a shop while getting the post diploma experience and extra qualifications needed to progress, I was made redundant, applied for hundreds of jobs, got 3 interviews and eventually 1 job in another shop (manager this time) which lasted a week before the place was closed down.

But the media connections I've made since then, although paid not a button or a biscuit have guaranteed three TV appearances show worldwide and another in the pipeline. The fact I've even been used for a national paper article, used or not, means the potential is there, and that would be what is needed to move from unknown volunteer seen by thousands to paid professional seen by millions. I don't know whether this is my only chance to get there, or others may arise afterwards, but job or no job it would have been impossible to do the research and travel London following up experts who claim amazing powers and ufo experiencers. It's not about working, it's about paying the bills. And if you can pay the bills without a job then you lot (you know who you are) should be worshipping me and others like me, not vice versa as you believe. Who's the mug here, you lot working 40+ hours a week with a mortgage hanging over you or me wondering what to do with all my free time?

Maybe the nasty face of jealousy has arisen...

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Interesting. I have to go over the last comments individually here as so much was raised.

Firstly I am relieved people still come here, when I added the counter I had 50 hits a day for almost a year. Then through no fault of my own blogger disabled profile links for a year and the place went down the toilet. Since they returned it's been very slow to recover.

It is interesting, however accurate the observations, how some people (and thank goodness a vocal minority) feel drawn to judge anyone not like them, and under the cowardly cover of anonymity. The old rule 'if you don't have anything nice to say don't say it at all' is as foreign to them as Australia is to me. But they also clearly haven't the balls to write about their own lives but use others who do to make them feel better about theirs.

This site was created as one of the rare free gifts in the world. Most others have paid upgrades, spyware or other unwanted catches, but blogger has none and never has. So I take full advantage of it, no posting limits, no regulation. How much better could it be? So feel free to observe people's lives who have gone in a totally different (but probably no worse and possibly a lot better) way to your own but just think, how would I feel if I was in the same position?

What a week (and it's only Wednesday)

Am I on the verge of insanity? Talking to myself (this is no different) is my last resort, if the cat's here it seems OK as there's a recipient who does listen although she barely understands. And the viewing figures here are worrying now as well, although they are higher than the corresponding comments.

So, nothing's happened full stop. I make my own news and have a list of jobs I'd rather not do and are mainly for following rules and regulations, not choice. Plus people I don't want to see really if I contact them. That has kept me to taking photos and doing housework this week and really aren't sure whether the newspaper article will be used now although it's a whole week's feature. Without that I have my minor projects, a TV programme that's a spark in the mind of the producer at the moment, seeing myself on a DVD if it ever gets here, and meeting a few new people I do want to. Plus one I have met already. Those are the possibles but only the newspaper and woman will make much difference, plus one other person. I have a huge collection of pretty good photos now, and one job is taking the albums to a local shop to try and sell plus more to the library. Then the next album is ready to create, in fact probably the next two as one is a different theme.

So tomorrow has got me to the point of having little else to do besides this job which will be good if works, even though they do sale or return and even a sale is at cost price as I pay retail already, my work is being seen. They're in two places so far and do get good feedback the rare times I get any. I can only plan ahead a day at a time as it takes all my resources to get enough for one day before I do the next. That's good as it's living in the present, although the lack of good news is not making it the quality it could be. I've had no work for 2 weeks but don't mind, although one person is pissing me around majorly and that is unfair. Beyond the call of duty. I've done little bits of tidying although how larger items like trousers and filofaxes can vanish along with smaller like pens I'll never know. The five people here on New Year's Eve were honest enough when my Parker vanished although I was warned one was not what she seems. I hope she didn't take it and still can't imagine what else could have happened to it. Not a personal favourite but a Parker is a Parker.

Other than that next month the results come out of the photo competition I entered but have slightly more chance getting in the finals than I would in the lottery. There are more articles coming out where top scientists are slowly beginning to stand up against the global warming con, and they all go in my file and website. Think about it, a few more parts per million of a natural and essential gas causing slightly higher temperatures like we had thousands of years ago is not something to get worried or excited about. But it provides a fantastic excuse to tax us and persecute third world economies who are catching us up. And divert us from real issues we could do something about. Even in Darfur and Rwanda before it the UN keep their distance as they wouldn't dare touch their fellow Muslims when they are ripping people's heads off. No, far more important to stop westerners using their cars and stop us throwing away our toxic rubbish for two weeks. Those are real policies compared with saving lives where they might get hurt and suffer in trying to do so. Like the police, always go for the easy targets.

So, after 20-30 years the world has become a really nasty place. When I remember the relative innocence of the 60s and 70s where you had the bad guys (Russia, Cuba, Vietnam etc) and the good guys (everyone else) we knew where we stood. A few politicians were crooked and lost their careers as a result. Now it comes with the job. Not to mention the overpopulation which is the real cause of oil and resource shortages. Will they do a thing to stop that? The hell they will. Only China tried to keep their population down and were widely condemned for doing the only sensible thing they've done in my lifetime. Sometimes the truth hurts and for some reason I am more aware of it than most. My gift and my burden. But truth is the most powerful thing there is, but means the liars will try and get you silenced and their victims will believe it's you and not them who are lying. But you can't pretend you're not pregnant for long and you can't pretend the world climate is going down the toilet either when after so many years nothing happens.

Insulting times

I am running out of things to do. Leisure is great especially if you're still paying your bills, but there's only so much you can do on your own. Believe it or not my latest trip is from a group which collects photos of London postcodes. So I'll drive round as many as I can until they have them all from the members. Otherwise I'd have nowhere at all left to go. I've been all over the place taking photos and videos, and found a Beatles shop with all their old pictures (copies) this week at the station for Abbey Road, and may now spend a packet (for me) on posters from the company who made them.

How your life is shown up under a spotlight when you're relying on one thing to happen to change your life (which usually doesn't, as in this case) makes you realise how little there actually is. OK it's flexible, people do come and go all the time and having decided having dubious people around is far worse than no one as you can do as you please has meant currently all I see is my family. I really wonder now if the newspaper will use the article or it was just another possible project if they decided people would like it enough. Tragic really if so. Now I know my programme for Sky TV (which wasn't going on TV) was not shown as the production company went bust it does explain their reluctance to communicate with me. I assumed it was Sky who were pissing around but they told me they have to wait till the series is finished, which is currently being done, so they tell me. I've still had no DVD of my 3rd TV showing in America, that's after being told they didn't even want me to have one. I am working with some total spastics here and no mistake. At least in the blog world you're still able to use words like spastic, cretin and mongol and the worst that can happen is someone makes a comment, which would be the first for months so please do, it means someone's actually read it.

Anyone over 40 will remember the innocence of the playground where we had spastic and racist jokes and people freely called each other morons, imbeciles, cretins, mongols, spastics, cripples, and anything else from a Victorian medical dictionary. Now it's non PC you can easily go to a primary school in the poorer parts of Britain and instead of them you'll hear 'fucking cocksucker' 'motherfucker' 'retard' and 'your mother's a whore'. Now can anyone honestly tell me these American and Arabic imports are actually better than innocent medical terminology for the mentally ill from the 1800s? No you can't. If you create a hole something else will fill it, and if you decide to criticise one of the little darlings on a bus for vandalising it or having the music on too loud you'll discover exactly what I mean. "Go fuck yourself loser" is a lot worse then someone waving their arms around making spastic noises. You can't stop kids being nasty, all you can do is change the nature of how they do it.
Political correctness is for the totalitarian dictatorships and not the once free boroughs of London now under the gulag mentality Ken Livingstone and (restricted) Transport for London. They are the true fascists and by restricting what normal people say and do, ie speak and travel, they are demonstrating who the true arseholes are.

Makes a change

Oh christ on a bike... Big Brother's on TV in advance now, from America. Total crap but means I have to stop it taking over my life again. One which, through living 20 minutes from the house, has overlapped somewhat with my own in the last few years.

Anyway. My first year at college was spent training to be an accountant. Although I switched due to lack of technical ability, my desire to organise and represent everything in life remains. My current week is very much a debit and credit list. On the debit side not one of my media projects is in contact with me so I have no idea if they'll happen next week, next month or not at all. I have now reached the stage where they literally may lead to fame so bloody important ones now. I also found someone who paid me compliments way over the top of reality finally told me what a cunt she's thought I was for some time (my paraphrase, hers was worse!), which came as no surprise, the only surprise was that she kept coming back for more before she finally cracked. Big deal.

On the plus side I got both my mail orders from abroad today and now have two little model rabbis on my windowsill. I've got a book from the 70s probably arriving tomorrow as well I used to read constantly at school but never bought, although I bought another in the series. They probably cost the equivalent of £20 each at the time so probably explains why I could only stretch to one. I have pretty little to do this week so far, business or pleasure, but always make the most of the freedom whatever the potential. I'm planning a tour of the cafes that have sprung up in the local parks, although I recently gained 2 inches round my waist. Being underemployed and single means you have to make the best of very little for a very long time.

In the month or two since I did my newspaper interview I've kept extremely busy and forced myself to compensate for having no hope besides a single issue, which is competely tragic. No newspaper but my life has been dragged into near normality by sheer effort and making something out of very little things like riding the bike and shopping in Golders Green. The small collection of old TV videos I've also picked up along the way has helped, so they are no longer distant memories but available at any time, and whole episodes unlike Youtube. In the 31/2 years since I started here few posts have been positive, and probably with good reason at the time. So today is, although fairly neutral I am trying to be the balance between neutral and positive. Just shows what's possible. I just hope a few people read it here to find out.

Religion and more

Firstly, two observations on religion. One, we pour scorn in tribal religions and sun worshippers, but what on earth difference are they from our modern or popular ones? Are the bible stories any less outlandish or have I missed something.
If you compare the delusions of the average schizophrenic there is little difference besides the huge number who accept the religious ones.
Next, the comfort God gives to his followers is no different to a sugar pill. If you look close enough at religion it's founded on nothing. There's nothing there. If people have found a way to feel good for no reason then just use that without the nonsense.

Now back to reality. My neighbour pissed around on the computer yesterday and it's running around 250hz now. No idea why but something's got in. I can't even do a virus scan as it's too slow for that. I cleaned the disk but no effect. System restore next step.

Otherwise it's been another busy week, and got a few essential jobs out of the way. One was returning a library book to my school after 37 years. I knew it was here but hadn't got round to taking it until I had to contact them about something else. The secretary was pretty nice as well. A good reason to return for the full tour I turned down today (nowhere to park for starters). I've really narrowed down my list of awaited news to two items. The rest are irrelevant. All that's happened so far is my 3rd pair of Status Quo tapes arrived to replace the lost or damaged ones from the past. I already heard last week why my 4th TV programme hadn't been shown, the firm went broke before completing the series so totally down to them to fix it now it's been passed along. No more plans now, none. OK, two minutes on Monday to fill a prescription. Two visitors couldn't make it midweek, one being a relief as has now become a pest, so I've completed all my work virtually alone, as usual for the current period of time.

Of course timing is irrelevant in my career, if a project is completed when is not important. What is important is the current one is the biggest ever and my first newspaper job. Meanwhile after thinking I could catch up with last year's series of Grange Hill after I discovered there was one came to a halt on the second day when they stopped it as it was about suicide. Pathetic. No idea if they will show it now, or if before the new and final series in April.
I can't see ahead besides having to wait in for the cleaner tomorrow. More than that I cannot say. The week was fine really and I just hope the rewards are next. It's been a long time coming if it is.

Pugh, Pugh, Barney McGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble, Grubb

Yes, I've just found a Trumpton video, with my favourite songs and episodes. Felt just like the first time I saw them in 1967 again. You can't return to the 60s but you can bring it here.

On other business I've got a little further on one TV programme, turns out the company got into difficulties when filming and had to pass it along so still hasn't been completed. Nothing to do with the TV people but the producers. I guessed as much and very lucky they haven't dropped it as well. So really three projects on the go, this is taken care of, the other is done but I haven't seen it and the third is the big one should it come off. All I will say for now.

Little work jobs this week, more than usual. Slightly. One delivery came today when I wasn't there but I'm trying the redelivery service online for the first time. Worth a try. I expect it's my 3rd set of Status Quo tapes, having lost or melted the last two over about a 20 year period. Don't leave tapes in the car outside the glove box as they will melt in the sun. Money down the drain. I'm even going to bed a little earlier as I want to do a delivery before my first appointment if possible and can't get up late if I do. I have two more mail orders coming from abroad who knows when and only Uri Geller's more clairvoyant guide knows when anything else on the list will happen. Actually no one can see the future, and even when someone has planned a date they rarely bother to tell the others involved as I've discovered when my TV programmes have been shown before I knew about them. Or in one case put online without telling any of the participants. I was only mentioned in them but nonetheless the people in them would never have known had I not found them by accident.

Little else from day one of week whatever it is 2008, except two people said they'd be seeing me last month and being now this month did not happen. That's the one big problem with the internet, we meet loads of interesting people but almost impossible to meet them. So meanwhile I discover new cafes in parks in Golders Green and Hendon, take photos of stations in Willesden and even now tidy my house. I've lost more things than I've found or put away and doubt anyone pinched most, mainly as not many people come here. Well not ones I'd suspect anyway. Where the Parker pen went the night I had 5 of said people over is still unknown and none of them are like that but it's now vanished from the very room we were in and no answers yet. And my new trousers from my bedroom. Happened all my life really and some reappear years later.

It's not happening

Thursday is over, and just realised I've written this on February 29th. And it's the year of the rat, and I was born in a leap year and rat. That means every 4th sign must hit a leap year. More or less as for whatever reason Chinese years don't match ours exactly.
I was about to talk about something but that just occurred to me.

I'm actually incredibly busy. It seems the lack of outside news has forced me to make my own activities, and each day despite often not having a clue what I'll do have now covered miles of places taking photos and videos, and bough a few little bits and pieces as well. The only contact I've had with the media was an email from one place telling me not to keep emailing them (in a nice way) as they were still waiting for the information. From who- God himself? Fuck me, if my business was organised like that I'd be quite eligible for excommunication. If someone phones you and asks a question then you usually answer, but use email and you can put it off till retirement. Now one trail I followed was correct, a production company I worked with (for an afternoon anyway) did go bust, but the good news was my project was taken on with a few of their staff by another agency. Who don't even answer their fucking phones. For weeks. Had I been a paying customer I expect they'd all get their cocks out and ask me if I wanted a lick, but ex-client (unpaid) and you may as well be a typhoid carrier. Bastards.

I have been told by everyone I know in the media (it's called networking and pure luck in some cases) that this is par for the course. Now OK, if they're nice to everyone until they've finished with them (like the worst salesmen) and then drop them like a used tampon what if they need you again? That is not a way to make yourself a reputation.
Please God the next job gets used and even if not, sooner or later I could reach the status where they may actually respect me and decide I'm worthy of receiving money as well. Meanwhile on a similar vein the last series of Grange Hill (they actually had it last year) was repeated this week on CBBC where it was shifted last year without one viewer knowing (including me). So I though thank goodness, I'm able to see it again. Episode 1 was Monday, oddly at lunchtime when lots of schoolkids are watching. Not. It was scheduled for every day till the series finished and by Tuesday had been cancelled. If it's on again next week I'll get over the treatment, but where the hell did it go and why? They're all at it, the third series of Mystery Hunters apparently was never shown in the USA. They're now starting filming the 4th, and as it's no longer shown here and the USA are still playing repeats then who the hell's meant to see it outside Canada where it's made?

Meanwhile I carry on driving round London with cameras and tidying the house while Rome burns, Prince Harry is in Afghanistan, other items are being used considered more important than my article, producers are losing their businesses, more series are being pulled, women are not thinking about me, new buildings are being planned for after I'll be dead, and nothing actually ever happens or changes.
I still hope to become famous, however long it takes. It's started, very slowly, but has begun. I may not be working that much now to earn it but put in enough in the buildup that it's all a delayed reaction. But a million times more likely than a decent woman. Apparently.

Progress suspended

Well, there are parallel lives going on at the moment, the one I could have and the real one with nothing really. I've managed to keep occupied each day and besides being in communication with said authorities causing the delays have not a scrap more information when any of these jobs will be complete. So I make a photo, video and shopping schedule and each day do as much as I can in an afternoon and fill the gaps with walks and bike rides. Nearly all alone but used to that now.

My final shopping eneded on ebay, getting two Jewish figures a fraction of the price the one shop had them I visited. Living in exile in multicultural NW9 (minus my own) I decided to make the house a cultural centre so I felt at home once I stepped in from the gentile desert outdoors. I always say when I lived in hampstead Garden Suburb I could be ignored by Jewish neighbours rather than Goyish, but at least you see them around which happened about twice in the 12 years I've been here. I just feel like the latke at a wake, to reverse the cliche.

I am wondering if any of the media projects will complete at the moment, let alone when. Professionals relax as they are paid regardless of usage, us lot who volunteer get nothing besides the exposure. If not it was a nice day meeting another film crew and fuck all else. OK, the last TV programme has produced a nice DVD distributed for the participants, but unless I decide to set up my own TV station no one else will see it at the moment.
Tomorrow is another in a run of free days I've used very well so far, at this rate I'll have one of the largest catalogues of pictures of North London in the world and videoed every main road as well. Anyone can do it with basic equipment but few bother. I've only seen a few road trips in the UK and haven't looked abroad yet on Youtube. After the current TV projects I really want to do a tour of London suburbs as I've seen single episodes and was so fascinated it started me off as soon as I could afford a camera. I know the place as well as anyone could and expect it would have enough people interested to watch, just like 'My Street' tonight on Channel4 which was exactly the sort of programme I would have done myself if I'd slept with (male) producers at college instead of studying law. Or both even. I do have standards though. It is odd that women lose nothing doing so as they just have to lower their standards to advance their careers. I have yet to hear of a woman boss who wanted male applicants to have sex for favours. The world can be a cruel place at times.

I don't believe it!

Still keeping busy, and mostly from my own efforts. Even the small amounts of information I've squeezed out of people have been from constant tries before the right person was located. Many have yet to reply but I have their numbers and no longer bother to wait forever in case they get round to it. No, I am as important as anyone else they deal with.
The good weather has helped of course, plenty of photos and videos, and plenty of little jobs to do indoors when it goes quiet.

I make lists to keep me organised and occupied, so there aren't too many times when I totally run out of things to do. It's incredibly similar to those marooned on an island as there's no one else there to make the activities for you. I can invite others but they have to agree and those who invite me have to be worth doing as well. Not many coincide any more though so nearly all solitary pursuits and family visits. So on the big issues I am waiting on all. At least there are media projects, and I still have a few on the go. Toby Young had an article about his life in The Independent this weekend and saw two photos of him as I remembered from the 70s. It's good to see people doing well who deserve it as too many like Paris Hilton, Lady Victoria Hervey, the Palmer-Tomkinsons and the like are famous because they are rich, not the other way round. Why the obsession with the sort of people you are jealous of as well as those you admire is a mystery to me. Anyone born with millions is no different to anyone else except they have the freedom to do what they like and hangers on who hope for a few crumbs. But famous for it? My arse.

At least people in Big Brother have to suffer for weeks for their fame and few keep it up after the first few months it ends. As they haven't got any reason to be famous besides their exposure. Better to build up slowly for a reason, and I am slowly doing that after many years working to get the letters after my name that get me the work in the first place. Hare and tortoise scenarios. With the patience of a saint. And while I wait each day occupied is a little miracle that I find something new to do each time.
I still leave the really boring stuff indefinitely but we're all human in that respect. But that doesn't include enquiries from people, only getting in touch with them because it's my turn to do so with no actual other reason. You have to have priorities. I doubt I'll get much this week or the week beyond on the media front, besides me calling a producer if not heard by Friday (now I know the new location). After leaving a message last Friday that is. The rule should be if you have no news at least tell people if they ask, and if possible why. I'm not going to ring the newspapers (like they'd care) to say a TV company is having legal problems getting a programme out, but if it's my programme I'd bloody well like to know. Otherwise it looks like they don't care and are just leaving it to rot, which would make no financial sense.

It's also interesting the said company have no idea the programme even exists any more, although they commissioned it. I hope they have their records lost by the government and they moan, and I can say 'serves you fucking well right for doing it yourselves'. It's the same people in every office in the world who do this, it's pure chance where they are and what they lose. But the one thing they never had to begin with is brains. Anyone can foul up something difficult but not getting addresses wrong or not keeping proper records. We could do that in primary school when we played shops and if we could then these airheads are just taking the piss wherever they are.

Busy week for a change

Besides the usual photos and videos I spent this week spending some of my birthday money, and actually got quite a few things on my list despite only spending £20. That's the way I shop, I saw a few other items for £20-30 each and thought they were a waste, and got far more than I expected after a few days looking around and was offered the final item I was after as a present next week.
I also spent a couple of days chasing up my media projects, and if nothing else have plenty more information. It's a start, positive, but not close to an actual date on any of them. But as long as they're alive I'm OK. The trouble is none of these steps have made a difference to my life so far of course. New pictures and books are nice but don't change your life much.

I was also expecting a few more replies which have been totally absent, one was promised over a week ago and the other is a total mystery. Hopefully both will be cleared up next week. The 'active' woman in my life seems more interested in keeping occupied than in me. The other is a long shot in many ways but is actually suitable and interested. Many couples meet and after decades of separation finally unite, and this is no reason not to either. If she's now single anyhow. But after expecting little or nothing this week I made plans each day and did all the work myself, relying on no one to get the activities and results. Whether I can keep this up is debatable, I have a few photo trips coming up next week onwards, and how long any media news will take is anyone's guess.
I am also working a little more on flogging my artwork after my old school sent an ad for an art sale in May. No reply from there either but it could be half term.

It is boring meanwhile when despite getting a lot done (I even fixed the mileometer on my bike at last) nothing is happening. I did see a youtube video describing enlightenment in a way that finally made sense to me and means I now see it as a genuine state achieved through effort and not chance. I have the method ( see www.nickroach.co.uk), a website I also contributed quite a bit to anonymously. Most teachers say to focus on any aspect of the present and they must have a point.
I hope tomorrow is more exciting than expected, as I'm going out later I really can't be bothered driving around first, will do the online quiz at 2 and then maybe saved up jobs indoors at last. At least I'll have the time to do them. It's no joke being alone I can tell you.

A life of holes

I've so far managed to get a quart out of a pint pot over the last week or so, but am wondering how long this can continue. With anything major possible it brings into very clear focus exactly what you do have in life, which is actually very little. Besides a possible newspaper article there are a few small items on the system with an equally small chance of appearing. The holes and no cheese.

This week I only have some trivial photo trips and housework known in advance, and know this could go on for months before I even hear about the article, let alone anything else. So I have a very rough skeleton and am wondering if anything more will ever add to it. Even the small steps that have been made in the last couple of years are just that and haven't changed my life yet.
I've given up trying to make sense of it. Even when you understand certain things it can't affect them. I am mainly a speactator now who does what he's told and searches for activities that are available. Even some silly little things, like when someone starts off incredibly helpful and efficient, offers service within a short time and then vanishes without delivering a thing. I couldn't dream of cutting anyone out of the loop on any project. Even telling someone to wait is enough. But they just don't bother.

Even tonight someone said they were getting a guest on the radio at 10pm when they normally do at 11. I trust my source yet not only was it not at 10 the person hasn't even been mentioned. They waste our time and offer whatever suits them at the time except for the rare decent ones, in every field. But letting people down is so unnecessary. It takes no more effort to correct a mistake in communication than it takes to make it. You can't plan ahead that much but for christ's sake tell people when you muck up. Again I've had three in a bunch doing this which is a communication that seems to have a purpose.

In fact last week I decided although I couldn't understand many psychic powers I would still research them, and the next day I read the same thing in a magazine. That includes coincidences and I will accept at least there is some control over our lives although clear something more than we know has to be causing them. But why make the consequences so dire or depressing? Why let me down three times in a week or so just to make a point I knew already? Some are to learn to handle or tolerate the inevitable problems, but others are just a pain in the arse and appear to teach me nothing besides confirm things do happen in bunches. At least I am confident in healing now as whatever power I channel often works and science can't fathom that one out let alone my brain.

So, another week ahead of impossibilities. And fucking Valentine's day where the toxic waste of the media is unavoidably seen and heard by every person in the world serially unaffected by the message. Another nail in the coffin of the quality of life. I do enjot moaning at least but will be delighted one day when I come here with nothing to moan about. Not for a while I suspect, if ever. Just reading the signs...

Have you been?

A bit of a quiet time so decided to come here rather than go to bed alone. I was actually going to watch videos but they wanted calls on ufos on the radio and 2 hours later not one person has called. Been busy online anyway. I've updated all the normal stuff on the funtrivia blog already and don't feel like repeating today's shopping and small shifts on the media projects. Looking ahead (as now is not very interesting) there is still nothing very interesting. More 99p pizzas I just bought (I prefer the good ones but there weren't any there) and taking something back to the shop where they insisted what I bought does what it doesn't.

I've actually added quite a lot recently but seen none of it. I was seen coast to coast on US cable for an indeterminate time last month, waiting to probably be in a national paper for the first time (named anyway, I was in the Telegraph magazine when I was about 12), and planning a new TV programme. But every one of these is far off, the DVD of the programme will probably be in weeks, the paper in a few months and the new programme maybe a year or two. Now is something different. Looking forward to returning a dodgy item to a shop of morons is not the greatest thing to anticipate in life, and back to a bog standard weekend I presume after that. The female interest has failed so far since showing an initial interest. The second possible one is months away if even available. The week so far has actually been ok but this is a little gap and hopefully if tomorrow even if one little thing I'd like to happen does then it will take me away from the limbo now.

The new Facebook application 'would you do me' is possibly the best cultural influence this century, I lost the best one and hope if I click enough pictures it will come back as many do. If we can all find just one local one who means it then we'll all be well away. Hopefully they won't want a meal first as I hate eating out.