Beware the wolf

Beware the wolf in sheep’s clothing. They play at being the victim, it may be the woman who says her husband is hurting her, or the guy or girl who stated they are dying from terminal cancer. Only to find they aren’t terminal or have cancer.

Some will go to extremes like planning a fake funeral, or self harming to leave marks.

These emotional vampires, or leeches are all around and good people get sucked in and can’t escape.

Just be careful.


Song for Manchester

Even in the darkest times, there is always hope and those who won’t let the evil endure.

I’m reminded of the murder attempt on Bob Marley, and the fact that a few days later he was back on singing peace. He said, “the bad people don’t take a break, so how can I?”

Thought’s go out to everyone affected.

Good Friday

Seriously I have to majorly vent here and and I really don’t like to do it. I don’t like people seeing me how angry I get.

But OKAY, Good Friday. It’s a religious holiday where you can’t eat meat, you have to eat fish instead.

So why is it, people who aren’t remotely religious AT ANY OTHER TIME IN THEIR F*****ING LIFE, decide oh we will all go to the Fish and Chip shop today and buy fish?

According to Christianity, Jesus was executed on Good Friday, and died for our sins. In doing so, he sacrificed his flesh. This is why the church encourages followers to abstain from meaty flesh on the anniversary of Christ’s death.

So yeah, we don’t go to church, we don’t do the services but FUCK IT, we will block all roads near a fish shop from morning to evening on Good Friday.

I love fish, I love meat. But what I don’t love is our street has a fish shop right at the bottom. And the road is very narrow. Yet it’s blocked for hours on Good Friday.


I posted recently on my personal Facebook and it got quite a lot of responses from my friends.
I was unlucky enough in 2006 to go through a very horrifying situation and I felt that my life was over and wanted to end my life. I found comfort and wanted to share that with you if I could.
I was raped repeatedly over the course of a few weeks/month while placed in State Prison in Albany, Ny. I had gone on holiday and was robbed and had everything stolen. I did the right thing and reported it but needless to say I overstayed my travel visa. When I turned myself in, I was placed in general population in prison for my troubles.
I want to tell you, when you are raped or abused, it doesn’t mean you did anything wrong.
You didn’t invite it

You didn’t encourage it

You aren’t to blame
It has nothing to do with your sexuality, or your race, age etc

It is about power.
People trying to take your power

But they can’t take your power, unless you give it to them.

You are stronger than they are

You are not weak

You still have your power and your dignity.

They are weak and they are small.
I want anyone of the people from Albany Prison in 2016, if you see this and were one of those people who raped me to see. Because you didn’t destroy me, I was down but now I’m standing tall, I take my power back from you and you were cowards!
You don’t have to go though abuse alone and afraid.


You made me laugh,

You made me cry,

You made me want to say goodbye,

You took my trust,

You broke my heart,

You said you’d be there from the start,

You fooled me once,

You fooled me more,

You said it wouldn’t happen no more,

You broke my heart,

You stole my life,

You made me fall,

You said you were mine,

You told those white lies,

You brandished your fists and broke my smile,

You torture me every day,

You won’t leave me be,


Puppy Dog Eyes

You fill up my senses,

You fill up my heart,

Come let me love you,

Give your life to me,

I will take care of you,

lay down beside me,

paws on my chest,

come love me and adore me,

walk beside me,

run the fields with joy,

give my life to you,

come let me hug you,

come hug me some more,

walk the night in the forest,

like oceans on shore,

like running through puddles,

like a sleepy blue mountains,

like lazy sunday mornings.

Reflecting back

As the year turns to 2017 I begin looking back and feel a great burden of responsibility for the death of my wife. We weren’t together when she died which I hugely regret. Maybe I could have saved her from being depressed.

We were married in 2007 after only being together for a year. But I knew I wanted to marry her. She was funny, caring and would do anything for anyone else.

Oh there was an age gap and people said I was looking for a mother figure, but that was nonsense.

Maybe I should have fought a little harder to keep my family together. Rather than each grieve separately, we could have come together and tried to go on.

I wasn’t the best husband that I can swear to. I was working 12 hour shifts, and she was in a terrible home. We were living in a mould infested pit of a 1 bed flat in Spennymoor, with hell of neighbors.  Life got in the way and we drifted apart.

The last time I saw her was at the airport when she was leaving for the last time in 2009. She didn’t look back, if she did she’d have seen my tears and the regret I felt. Maybe she had tears too and that’s why she didn’t look.

Then apparently she was dating again, so I sent the papers to file for divorce. Maybe that was the last straw and she took her life. I wanted her to be able to move on. Maybe she wasn’t really dating and was hoping to get back together.

I wasn’t told she’d passed away, I came across it on the obituaries online in 2014, 2 years after the fact. She’d died in February 2012 and I wasn’t even told.

I regret never making up with her, and now there’s no chance I can. Even just being friends would have been good for us both.

She was so much stronger than I am, she had the fight and determination that being in the military gave her. She was only 51 when she passed.

Too young really…

She was adopted and never knew her biological mother and father, she was placed into care and that really upset her a lot in later life.

I hope she found her real family and is at peace.