I've Got Summink to Say

  The Last Post I know the kindly authorities are going to find a dangerous place for me to be looked after soon so I don't suppose I'll be posting much more on my ickle blog. Here's a few observations. I remember last time I was in Goodmayes. It was surprising how few muslims were inmates. I do remember meeting one who seemed perfectly normal and assured me the Doctor was a bloody good one. That's not my opinion but so what. It's also surprising given their penchant for cousin fucking and the resultant mental retardation, you might as well trust Western Science on Westerners and blame God's willy when you breed retards. The next one I can guarantee had nothing to do with me but as regards the new cemetery on the A12: an old drinking buddy of mine who served in the Falklands and witnessed the stench of burning flesh from the injured being helicoptered for treatment used to live backing onto the site. When he found out Maylands common was going to become the Gard

  The Interruptors - Take back the Power After a brief interlude I'm back with a whimper and a warning. I have written of my difficulties with the useless and incompetent broken International Health Service and the incompetent so called Doctors who may or may not even be qualified to practice in this country. I hope some of you take time to click the link above, I love the song, particularly the line 'and when the tax man makes you pay'. It reminds me of when I worked for the Government and just how much they know about what we're all up to, even if we don't realise it. I would like to have written a better and more imaginative piece but I believe I may have been drugged with something called Carbamazepine without my knowledge or consent and the effects of taking it if I have, despite the fact that physically and biologically giving it to me could kill me, don't seem to have been considered. I would like people to ask themselves whether I'm suffering from Ps