25 June 2009

Michael Jackson - Dead

This is a man who has been around all of my life, I grew up with him in my world.

Many of his tracks I consider as classics. I didn’t like everything, some I consider to be rubbish but others I have special memories associated with them.

But, whether we like his music or not, whether we like his lifestyle choices or not, the man is a huge figure in the music industry. I also want to say, I think it is important, that none of the sex assault allegations against him were proven. Indeed, there is accurate evidence to inplicate claimants in fraud. Most likely the cases were fabrications to make money.

Certainly one would have to acknowledge he was quite screwed up, clearly apart from the ‘normal’ world in which we live. Does that make him a bad person? No, not really.

It is about his music anyway. His personal life is known by very few, his music is known by millions. That amount of people cannot be ignored, the man had to have ‘something’.

RIP Michael Jackson, thank you for the music.

Michael Jackson - Dead

This is a man who has been around all of my life, I grew up with him in my world.

Many of his tracks I consider as classics. I didn’t like everything, some I consider to be rubbish but others I have special memories associated with them.

But, whether we like his music or not, whether we like his lifestyle choices or not, the man is a huge figure in the music industry. I also want to say, I think it is important, that none of the sex assault allegations against him were proven. Indeed, there is accurate evidence to inplicate claimants in fraud. Most likely the cases were fabrications to make money.

Certainly one would have to acknowledge he was quite screwed up, clearly apart from the ‘normal’ world in which we live. Does that make him a bad person? No, not really.

It is about his music anyway. His personal life is known by very few, his music is known by millions. That amount of people cannot be ignored, the man had to have ‘something’.

RIP Michael Jackson, thank you for the music.

'Puters

My PC was running really badly, had been for some time now so I decided that a rebuild was in order. I had been backing things up in prep for some time so that side didn’t take too long. Indeed, the whole process was quite pain free and the machine now runs as it should be.

My main gripe would be when it gets around to the Microsoft update VISTA SERVICE PACK 2.

I tried an install ot it before the rebuild and it crashed the system, glitches all over the place. I assumed the rebuild would resolve most or all of those issues but it didn’t. On reboot and within moments and after several restarts of an apparent succesful install, I got the blue screen of death!

Microsoft can go to hell with service pack 2, I think I will stick with a working PC

The laptop too was sluggish and was running XP. I had a choice, rebuild XP or go radical, load Linux. That is what I have done and the machine positively flies now. True, it really is for basics. Forget hefty games, that is not what Linux is about. What it does, the office suite, the multimedia, the web, pictures etc, it does very well and fast, boy does it load such things as Firefox at some speed.

For anyone sitting there with a laptop running slow on XP, you may want to consider the totally free option of Linux.

Went out earlier for Robin’s birthday. We were planning that taking him out for a meal would be his birthday present but then, Julie decided she was going to pay for her and Robin which left it rather ‘awkward’ for me. I am sure Robin is fine with it but, even so, the best laid plans and all that.

James is still being rather silly, on my last hearing of it. Still thinking he is in the position to dictate who can do what, when and where. It’s so stupid because if he is not careful, it is also going to be terribly destructive. I can but hope, as always, that he may just think things through some more and reach a better place than he is right now.

Really quiet here without Daisy, everyone is missing her but it sounds like she’s having a really nice time over in Spain.

With luck I should get the new car next week.

'Puters

My PC was running really badly, had been for some time now so I decided that a rebuild was in order. I had been backing things up in prep for some time so that side didn’t take too long. Indeed, the whole process was quite pain free and the machine now runs as it should be.

My main gripe would be when it gets around to the Microsoft update VISTA SERVICE PACK 2.

I tried an install ot it before the rebuild and it crashed the system, glitches all over the place. I assumed the rebuild would resolve most or all of those issues but it didn’t. On reboot and within moments and after several restarts of an apparent succesful install, I got the blue screen of death!

Microsoft can go to hell with service pack 2, I think I will stick with a working PC

The laptop too was sluggish and was running XP. I had a choice, rebuild XP or go radical, load Linux. That is what I have done and the machine positively flies now. True, it really is for basics. Forget hefty games, that is not what Linux is about. What it does, the office suite, the multimedia, the web, pictures etc, it does very well and fast, boy does it load such things as Firefox at some speed.

For anyone sitting there with a laptop running slow on XP, you may want to consider the totally free option of Linux.

Went out earlier for Robin’s birthday. We were planning that taking him out for a meal would be his birthday present but then, Julie decided she was going to pay for her and Robin which left it rather ‘awkward’ for me. I am sure Robin is fine with it but, even so, the best laid plans and all that.

James is still being rather silly, on my last hearing of it. Still thinking he is in the position to dictate who can do what, when and where. It’s so stupid because if he is not careful, it is also going to be terribly destructive. I can but hope, as always, that he may just think things through some more and reach a better place than he is right now.

Really quiet here without Daisy, everyone is missing her but it sounds like she’s having a really nice time over in Spain.

With luck I should get the new car next week.

22 June 2009

Family

I was doing one of those Facebook searches we probably all do when totally bored and seem to have found several family members. Most significant would be my sister of course … we have not spoken in a decade or so, actually, maybe a couple of decades but who’s counting!

There were various first cousins there as well so I applied to have them add me … I don’t expect anyone to accept and, if they do, it is probably because they click yes to everything and have no idea who I am!

I offered to James that I would help him to be a dad, if he wants me to. He doesn’t have anyone up here that could or would do that in a friendly, actually gives a fuck kind of way and I don’t want my grandchild growing up without his biological dad because I didn’t do all I could do to create and maintain some sort of contact. This is not to say James will ever be a primary carer, that role will become and remain Daisy’s and, of course, any guy she happens to make a commitment to in the coming months or years. That’s not to shut James out, it’s just the nature of relationships and parenting. It would be quite impossible for Daisy to be living with someone or seeing him seriously and yet, with him in a naturally occuring parenting role, not being considered as a parent. The harsh reality is, when a relationship falls apart, the party who walks away is always the one who loses out, it cannot be any other way. It is though, quite possible for a child to have two people he calls ‘Dad’ so James need not worry. If he loves his kid, doesn’t spoil him or her and doesn’t make life awkward for his primary carers, he’ll be OK.

Doncaster Airport … airport? Well, apparently so. Anyone could be forgiven for wondering what the hell it was all about. It’s like, in a field … obviously I suppose, what with it being an airport and all, a little space is sort of a requirement but really, it looks like it has just been tagged on the back of some blokes farm. There is this large treminal building which resembles Milton Keynes station, a fair size car part but yet, smaller than that of the average ‘Tesco’. It really looked like there were no other people around, like it was a Sunday and the place was closed!

Still, I am reliably informed that it must have been open as Matt and the girls arrived safely. After an incident with the wrong accomodation (and resort for that matter) they seem to like their hotel which is, as suspected, in Lloret De Mar.

We had fun and games before we left though … I remembered (thankfully) to double check with Matt he had all his documents with him … his accomodation voucher, transfer slip and all that sort of thing and he just looked at me blankly like I was talking a strange language. Turns out he hadn’t printed anything off at all! I then suggested he telephone Ryanair to check baggage allowance as it seemed they were only allowed one item of hold luggage and that could not exceed 15kg between them. They had packed two cases, as it turns out, one was 14kg and the other 8kg! So, mad panic to strip the bags down, get rid of the stuff they could manage without and amalgamate into one case … it came in at exactly 15kg! They were misinformed on the hand luggage though. They were told 2kg but when they got there it was actually 10kg which I thought overly generous as I am used to it being just 5kg. No matter, they are there now, all seems well.

Hopefully we get to have Sean around here loads this week, he’s kind of missing Daisy so we don’t think it is right for him to be moping around on his own

Tomorrow I am going to see Transformers 2, looking forward to it, actually, kind of looking forward to relaxing just about anywhere!

Family

I was doing one of those Facebook searches we probably all do when totally bored and seem to have found several family members. Most significant would be my sister of course … we have not spoken in a decade or so, actually, maybe a couple of decades but who’s counting!

There were various first cousins there as well so I applied to have them add me … I don’t expect anyone to accept and, if they do, it is probably because they click yes to everything and have no idea who I am!

I offered to James that I would help him to be a dad, if he wants me to. He doesn’t have anyone up here that could or would do that in a friendly, actually gives a fuck kind of way and I don’t want my grandchild growing up without his biological dad because I didn’t do all I could do to create and maintain some sort of contact. This is not to say James will ever be a primary carer, that role will become and remain Daisy’s and, of course, any guy she happens to make a commitment to in the coming months or years. That’s not to shut James out, it’s just the nature of relationships and parenting. It would be quite impossible for Daisy to be living with someone or seeing him seriously and yet, with him in a naturally occuring parenting role, not being considered as a parent. The harsh reality is, when a relationship falls apart, the party who walks away is always the one who loses out, it cannot be any other way. It is though, quite possible for a child to have two people he calls ‘Dad’ so James need not worry. If he loves his kid, doesn’t spoil him or her and doesn’t make life awkward for his primary carers, he’ll be OK.

Doncaster Airport … airport? Well, apparently so. Anyone could be forgiven for wondering what the hell it was all about. It’s like, in a field … obviously I suppose, what with it being an airport and all, a little space is sort of a requirement but really, it looks like it has just been tagged on the back of some blokes farm. There is this large treminal building which resembles Milton Keynes station, a fair size car part but yet, smaller than that of the average ‘Tesco’. It really looked like there were no other people around, like it was a Sunday and the place was closed!

Still, I am reliably informed that it must have been open as Matt and the girls arrived safely. After an incident with the wrong accomodation (and resort for that matter) they seem to like their hotel which is, as suspected, in Lloret De Mar.

We had fun and games before we left though … I remembered (thankfully) to double check with Matt he had all his documents with him … his accomodation voucher, transfer slip and all that sort of thing and he just looked at me blankly like I was talking a strange language. Turns out he hadn’t printed anything off at all! I then suggested he telephone Ryanair to check baggage allowance as it seemed they were only allowed one item of hold luggage and that could not exceed 15kg between them. They had packed two cases, as it turns out, one was 14kg and the other 8kg! So, mad panic to strip the bags down, get rid of the stuff they could manage without and amalgamate into one case … it came in at exactly 15kg! They were misinformed on the hand luggage though. They were told 2kg but when they got there it was actually 10kg which I thought overly generous as I am used to it being just 5kg. No matter, they are there now, all seems well.

Hopefully we get to have Sean around here loads this week, he’s kind of missing Daisy so we don’t think it is right for him to be moping around on his own

Tomorrow I am going to see Transformers 2, looking forward to it, actually, kind of looking forward to relaxing just about anywhere!

19 June 2009

Why?


I am British … why do I find this threatening and offensive?

Why?


I am British … why do I find this threatening and offensive?

18 June 2009

Comments

Comments can now be left on my blog if you want … they are all moderated though so no point posting anything daft!

Comments

Comments can now be left on my blog if you want … they are all moderated though so no point posting anything daft!

The latest on James

First, and no shock here, Social Services have been in no rush to support Daisy. She had an assessment nearly 2 weeks ago and was promised a social worker allocated to get by the end of the week, she is still waiting.

We have had Sean round this week. He has been part of our extended network for many years now having grown up with the kids and we have go to know him well, he’s a really nice lad. He likes it here and we enjoy his company so he stayed for a few days. Nothing more to it than that.

He also happens to be one of James friends.

From the outset James treats Sean coming here as a method of information finding and passing messages on. We can live with that but it is rather unfair on Sean to be out in the position. However, he stepped things up this time involving Sean’s family in being critical of the time Sean spent with Daisy and warning him ‘not to go there’ with her. Later, James himself contacted Sean threatening him not to do anything with Daisy and going on to say how he won’t tolerate any other guy trying to raise his child.

On the one hand, I believe I understand James. He’s scared, he’s unable to cope with the situation and, rather than accept the entire problem is of his own doing, he is blaming anyone else he can because it transfers responsibility. It means that if someone else is to blame then he doesn’t have to change and that is an alien concept to James, actually changing.

To fit in better with the ‘Newton’ crowd he has, apparently, become a lot more homophobic, so much so that when I suggested I did not think he was I was faced with a confused look of disbelief and a repeat that no, he really is very homophobic. Again, on the one hand … and I shall get to the other soon, he may be demonstrating all the signs of homophobia around some generally homophobic lads in order to fit in but, on the other hand, I think back to when he was ill how he needed me to bath him, how he begged me to sleep in the same room as him because he was scared. Nothing sexual in that, not even a thought of it, but, no one that homophobic is going to want to be anywhere ‘vulnerable’ with a gay man.

Now, to that ‘other’ hand. Understanding why someone is as they are and knowing they are putting on an act does NOT excuse their behaviour and attitude. After many ‘second chances’ James eventually crossed the line. This family did nothing but good for the ungrateful twat and he stabbed us in the back over and over again. He repeatedly lied, he was abusive to Daisy and to me. He was oppressive especially to Daisy dictating which friends were acceptable and which were not to him not based on whether they were good people or not but merely whether he liked them. He, on the other hand, demanded to be able to see his drug smoking and drug dealing mates when ever he wanted to. Daisy was not allowed to ride her own bike whilst James threatened anyone who so much as suggested he did not ride his bike. Even now, some time after he and Daisy split up, he is still trying to be a control freak. He demanded to know why I once drove down the street he lives in … like I had any reason to do so with any reference to him at all. This stupid idea he has that he can threaten guys away from Daisy whilst he is free to go off having fun with the likes of Becky and any other girl he takes a fancy to. he believes, quite obviously, that it is OK to spend all his spare money on fags, Dr Pepper clothes of anything else but not on his forthcoming child. He thinks that I am obligated to pay at least 50% of the costs toward his child because Daisy is my daughter. That attitude would be unfair at the best of times but when he shows no signs of paying the remaining 50% it is a laughable proposal. He thinks that his paying nothing and doing nothing entitles him, by virtue of a sex session back in December, to have access to Daisy’s baby. Yes, I did say ‘Daisy’s’ baby for James shall have no part in it. Not, at least, until he proves he has earned the right to be a dad and that shows no signs of happening any time soon, if at all.

James, many times, said how he was never going to turn out like his father yet, here we are. A guy who thinks parenting is no commitment, no cost and all the rewards at a convenient time to make him look big with his mates. well, as Daisy has said to me, this baby is not going to be James trophy!

Now James has a choice. Carry on just as he is until the social services money stops. In the short term he will have a nice fully funded flat, loads of cool stuff and plenty of free time to spend with his mates, those who don’t grow up and leave him that is. Long term his mates will have moved on when James loses the social services crutch. He will be on his own. A guy with a reputation for getting girls pregnant and treating them like shit. A man known for his aggression, mood swings, smoking and sickening attitude to those who have done nothing but cared for him. Right now his lies are catching up with him already. People are starting to see that his claims don’t add up to the evidence. He still tries to tell people, for example, that his £40 each week he paid me was just for staying here. Only when people are actually looking at him only actually getting paid £47 each week are they working out that he was clearly also getting all his food for that, which, by the way, cost £38 on average alone. He had his mobile phone paid for, he was given three mobile phones, he had a holiday out of it, his clothes yes, he got a really good, arguably, an amazing deal for that £40 each week! Did I mention that he and Daisy shared three rooms in this house for their exclusive use? Yes, when people hear him saying how I took all his money just to stay here they are now seeing what he actually got for that, it is not making him popular. He is losing respect.

The most important thing is, he won’t see his child. It is not in the best interest of a child to have a father who lies so habitually, who smokes, who has uncontrollable aggression, who threatens and intimidates. A father who considers he does not have to give up anything for his child, who, even when he has had the resources has chosen to spend them on himself rather than his child and is relying on social services paying out and, even then, that money will only be for his benefit going on HIS flat and what he wants in it. He’ll happily have a quality cot at his place the child will never use whilst the baby sleeps in an inferior cot here all the time, that’s the kind of man James is and that is what will be presented to the courts and very easily so if he doesn’t change.

I know he can change, I want him to change but I don’t think he will. James, most of his life, has got all he ever wanted by doing no more than stamping his feet or stealing. By the time he realises that this situation is different, it really will be too late, this child will not remain young for long, he will miss all the important milestones whilst he gets his head together.

If anyone reading this has access to James, please, for his own good, tell him to stop blaming others, start blaming himself for everything. To get his life together, to calmly change and prove he can and will support this child where this child lives on the terms which exist, not his own fantasy terms of living with him in his own flat. He needs to know, there is no chance now of his ever getting back with Daisy, he has done too much damage there to the trust, too much damage to Daisy. He does though have a slim chance of being an important part of his child’s life. That is not going to happen without change which he can prove and which is sustainable.

He needs to have done several months in college, at work or, preferably, both. He needs to be, without any strings, demands or expectations be paying at least £20 each week to the upkeep of his child and consistently for several months. He can no longer hang out with known drug takers and dealers. He has to accept it is going to take months and, even then, contact will be with supervised visits here until he can prove he has a clue how to cope with a baby. Once he has done all that, just maybe he can be a proper father. If he is not prepared to do that, please someone, tell him, let it go, allow his child a good life without some low life bringing him/her and their mother down. Parenting is hard enough without someone not prepared to make the effort trying to make it more difficult. James needs, right now, to grow up.

Of course, right now, if he read this, he’ll just be saying ‘prick’ (without the ‘c’) and blaming me again for all his problems. It was never me, it has always been James. Anyone who knows James and his history knows that is the case. He’s been the same every placement he has had where he has screwed it up and blamed the people caring for him. We are just another notch on his screw up bed post. It matters not, we are good people, with good values. This new addition to the family will be loved and well nurtured and, most of all, protected. This child is not going to turn out like its father, not as he is now, it is not going to happen and James should also want this child to have secure happy life too, he cannot offer that currently, can he do the work required in the future? Who knows, not by the evidence of the past, that much is certain.

The latest on James

First, and no shock here, Social Services have been in no rush to support Daisy. She had an assessment nearly 2 weeks ago and was promised a social worker allocated to get by the end of the week, she is still waiting.

We have had Sean round this week. He has been part of our extended network for many years now having grown up with the kids and we have go to know him well, he’s a really nice lad. He likes it here and we enjoy his company so he stayed for a few days. Nothing more to it than that.

He also happens to be one of James friends.

From the outset James treats Sean coming here as a method of information finding and passing messages on. We can live with that but it is rather unfair on Sean to be out in the position. However, he stepped things up this time involving Sean’s family in being critical of the time Sean spent with Daisy and warning him ‘not to go there’ with her. Later, James himself contacted Sean threatening him not to do anything with Daisy and going on to say how he won’t tolerate any other guy trying to raise his child.

On the one hand, I believe I understand James. He’s scared, he’s unable to cope with the situation and, rather than accept the entire problem is of his own doing, he is blaming anyone else he can because it transfers responsibility. It means that if someone else is to blame then he doesn’t have to change and that is an alien concept to James, actually changing.

To fit in better with the ‘Newton’ crowd he has, apparently, become a lot more homophobic, so much so that when I suggested I did not think he was I was faced with a confused look of disbelief and a repeat that no, he really is very homophobic. Again, on the one hand … and I shall get to the other soon, he may be demonstrating all the signs of homophobia around some generally homophobic lads in order to fit in but, on the other hand, I think back to when he was ill how he needed me to bath him, how he begged me to sleep in the same room as him because he was scared. Nothing sexual in that, not even a thought of it, but, no one that homophobic is going to want to be anywhere ‘vulnerable’ with a gay man.

Now, to that ‘other’ hand. Understanding why someone is as they are and knowing they are putting on an act does NOT excuse their behaviour and attitude. After many ‘second chances’ James eventually crossed the line. This family did nothing but good for the ungrateful twat and he stabbed us in the back over and over again. He repeatedly lied, he was abusive to Daisy and to me. He was oppressive especially to Daisy dictating which friends were acceptable and which were not to him not based on whether they were good people or not but merely whether he liked them. He, on the other hand, demanded to be able to see his drug smoking and drug dealing mates when ever he wanted to. Daisy was not allowed to ride her own bike whilst James threatened anyone who so much as suggested he did not ride his bike. Even now, some time after he and Daisy split up, he is still trying to be a control freak. He demanded to know why I once drove down the street he lives in … like I had any reason to do so with any reference to him at all. This stupid idea he has that he can threaten guys away from Daisy whilst he is free to go off having fun with the likes of Becky and any other girl he takes a fancy to. he believes, quite obviously, that it is OK to spend all his spare money on fags, Dr Pepper clothes of anything else but not on his forthcoming child. He thinks that I am obligated to pay at least 50% of the costs toward his child because Daisy is my daughter. That attitude would be unfair at the best of times but when he shows no signs of paying the remaining 50% it is a laughable proposal. He thinks that his paying nothing and doing nothing entitles him, by virtue of a sex session back in December, to have access to Daisy’s baby. Yes, I did say ‘Daisy’s’ baby for James shall have no part in it. Not, at least, until he proves he has earned the right to be a dad and that shows no signs of happening any time soon, if at all.

James, many times, said how he was never going to turn out like his father yet, here we are. A guy who thinks parenting is no commitment, no cost and all the rewards at a convenient time to make him look big with his mates. well, as Daisy has said to me, this baby is not going to be James trophy!

Now James has a choice. Carry on just as he is until the social services money stops. In the short term he will have a nice fully funded flat, loads of cool stuff and plenty of free time to spend with his mates, those who don’t grow up and leave him that is. Long term his mates will have moved on when James loses the social services crutch. He will be on his own. A guy with a reputation for getting girls pregnant and treating them like shit. A man known for his aggression, mood swings, smoking and sickening attitude to those who have done nothing but cared for him. Right now his lies are catching up with him already. People are starting to see that his claims don’t add up to the evidence. He still tries to tell people, for example, that his £40 each week he paid me was just for staying here. Only when people are actually looking at him only actually getting paid £47 each week are they working out that he was clearly also getting all his food for that, which, by the way, cost £38 on average alone. He had his mobile phone paid for, he was given three mobile phones, he had a holiday out of it, his clothes yes, he got a really good, arguably, an amazing deal for that £40 each week! Did I mention that he and Daisy shared three rooms in this house for their exclusive use? Yes, when people hear him saying how I took all his money just to stay here they are now seeing what he actually got for that, it is not making him popular. He is losing respect.

The most important thing is, he won’t see his child. It is not in the best interest of a child to have a father who lies so habitually, who smokes, who has uncontrollable aggression, who threatens and intimidates. A father who considers he does not have to give up anything for his child, who, even when he has had the resources has chosen to spend them on himself rather than his child and is relying on social services paying out and, even then, that money will only be for his benefit going on HIS flat and what he wants in it. He’ll happily have a quality cot at his place the child will never use whilst the baby sleeps in an inferior cot here all the time, that’s the kind of man James is and that is what will be presented to the courts and very easily so if he doesn’t change.

I know he can change, I want him to change but I don’t think he will. James, most of his life, has got all he ever wanted by doing no more than stamping his feet or stealing. By the time he realises that this situation is different, it really will be too late, this child will not remain young for long, he will miss all the important milestones whilst he gets his head together.

If anyone reading this has access to James, please, for his own good, tell him to stop blaming others, start blaming himself for everything. To get his life together, to calmly change and prove he can and will support this child where this child lives on the terms which exist, not his own fantasy terms of living with him in his own flat. He needs to know, there is no chance now of his ever getting back with Daisy, he has done too much damage there to the trust, too much damage to Daisy. He does though have a slim chance of being an important part of his child’s life. That is not going to happen without change which he can prove and which is sustainable.

He needs to have done several months in college, at work or, preferably, both. He needs to be, without any strings, demands or expectations be paying at least £20 each week to the upkeep of his child and consistently for several months. He can no longer hang out with known drug takers and dealers. He has to accept it is going to take months and, even then, contact will be with supervised visits here until he can prove he has a clue how to cope with a baby. Once he has done all that, just maybe he can be a proper father. If he is not prepared to do that, please someone, tell him, let it go, allow his child a good life without some low life bringing him/her and their mother down. Parenting is hard enough without someone not prepared to make the effort trying to make it more difficult. James needs, right now, to grow up.

Of course, right now, if he read this, he’ll just be saying ‘prick’ (without the ‘c’) and blaming me again for all his problems. It was never me, it has always been James. Anyone who knows James and his history knows that is the case. He’s been the same every placement he has had where he has screwed it up and blamed the people caring for him. We are just another notch on his screw up bed post. It matters not, we are good people, with good values. This new addition to the family will be loved and well nurtured and, most of all, protected. This child is not going to turn out like its father, not as he is now, it is not going to happen and James should also want this child to have secure happy life too, he cannot offer that currently, can he do the work required in the future? Who knows, not by the evidence of the past, that much is certain.

Not exactly equal is it?

Romanian family’s window broken

Another Romanian family in Belfast, this time in Ballyhackamore in the east of the city, has been attacked.

The bathroom window of their home, on the Upper Newtownards Road, was smashed at about 2300 BST on Wednesday.

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This is where things are clearly out of balance. Don’t get me wrong here, quite awful for the Romanian families involved and despicable behaviour from those causing the trouble but …

Where are the national news headlines about the countless gay people who have their windows broken and are taunted near daily? We still get it here, the second home in Northampton we have lived. In comparison to our Thorplands home things are a lot better here as we have had no smashed windows. But, as the weather gets warmer so the homophobic comments and attitudes emerge loud and proud.

Last weekend we were all but harassed out of our own garden by local lads who kept starring in through the fence at us. They did not do it to anyone else sitting in their garden, it was just here. I am no longer bothered by such things, I see it as ‘normal’ shit I have to tolerate like rain. But, why should that be?

James, I am told, is now as homophobic as you like. All his woes are due to the poofs he used to live with, doesn’t have a good word to say about gay people and his little gang of buddies like nothing more than to take the piss out of gay people, gay is the new black.

So, why does a brick through the window of a Romanian family make the headlines yet every window of a gay persons house being broken repeatedly does not? It is answers on a postcard time for that question. I am guessing that racism in any form is now totally unacceptable whilst homophobia remains acceptable or, the unspoken prejudice. Everyone knows it happens but, as gay people really are not overly visible, it is far easier to detach from. Most people do now know someone from an ethnic minority, many have no clue they know any gay people. Until a situation arises where more people are openly gay, and that’s unlikely whilst we are still so vulnerable, attitudes will not change because society feels they don’t need to.

Not exactly equal is it?

Romanian family’s window broken

Another Romanian family in Belfast, this time in Ballyhackamore in the east of the city, has been attacked.

The bathroom window of their home, on the Upper Newtownards Road, was smashed at about 2300 BST on Wednesday.

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This is where things are clearly out of balance. Don’t get me wrong here, quite awful for the Romanian families involved and despicable behaviour from those causing the trouble but …

Where are the national news headlines about the countless gay people who have their windows broken and are taunted near daily? We still get it here, the second home in Northampton we have lived. In comparison to our Thorplands home things are a lot better here as we have had no smashed windows. But, as the weather gets warmer so the homophobic comments and attitudes emerge loud and proud.

Last weekend we were all but harassed out of our own garden by local lads who kept starring in through the fence at us. They did not do it to anyone else sitting in their garden, it was just here. I am no longer bothered by such things, I see it as ‘normal’ shit I have to tolerate like rain. But, why should that be?

James, I am told, is now as homophobic as you like. All his woes are due to the poofs he used to live with, doesn’t have a good word to say about gay people and his little gang of buddies like nothing more than to take the piss out of gay people, gay is the new black.

So, why does a brick through the window of a Romanian family make the headlines yet every window of a gay persons house being broken repeatedly does not? It is answers on a postcard time for that question. I am guessing that racism in any form is now totally unacceptable whilst homophobia remains acceptable or, the unspoken prejudice. Everyone knows it happens but, as gay people really are not overly visible, it is far easier to detach from. Most people do now know someone from an ethnic minority, many have no clue they know any gay people. Until a situation arises where more people are openly gay, and that’s unlikely whilst we are still so vulnerable, attitudes will not change because society feels they don’t need to.

13 June 2009

Wather?

Yes, a typo in the title … not good!

Wather?

Yes, a typo in the title … not good!

Wather it is or weather it aint

Well, right now it is, nice weather but, as of Monday, it aint meant to be again and that’s just a bummer to be honest!

Our James has been sending text messages again. I am not going write here what he said in them but I do find it all really sad.

Thing is, he has hit the bottom and just splashing around and telling himself it is all OK is not going to get him out of it. Indeed, if he follows his current path, the most likely outcome is that the bucket is likely to hit him on the head!

When stuck down a well and with no clue what to do, it is nearly always a good idea to ask for help from someone who has a rope. At the moment he is using a combination of a pair of wellington boots and social services wading in with a shovel and a spoon. Both tools really useful in their own right but rather useless when trapped in a well!

He could ask me for help, I know what he has to do to climb up. He could try his mum, or Sean but he’s not doing that, he’s just splashing around chatting to the rats expecting them to help him.

You see what I mean about how sad it is?

Daisy, on the other hand, is moving on. She’s rekindled loads of old friendships, been spending time with friends and generally having a relaxing time with little to no stress for what has seemed a terribly long time. She is really looking forward to the baby and college.

Not long to our civil partnership, we are still giggling during practise sessions … it’ll be alright, on the night. … shame the night will be too flippin late!

Zoey bought some skinnies yesterday and looks really great in them.

OK, out of gossip now

Wather it is or weather it aint

Well, right now it is, nice weather but, as of Monday, it aint meant to be again and that’s just a bummer to be honest!

Our James has been sending text messages again. I am not going write here what he said in them but I do find it all really sad.

Thing is, he has hit the bottom and just splashing around and telling himself it is all OK is not going to get him out of it. Indeed, if he follows his current path, the most likely outcome is that the bucket is likely to hit him on the head!

When stuck down a well and with no clue what to do, it is nearly always a good idea to ask for help from someone who has a rope. At the moment he is using a combination of a pair of wellington boots and social services wading in with a shovel and a spoon. Both tools really useful in their own right but rather useless when trapped in a well!

He could ask me for help, I know what he has to do to climb up. He could try his mum, or Sean but he’s not doing that, he’s just splashing around chatting to the rats expecting them to help him.

You see what I mean about how sad it is?

Daisy, on the other hand, is moving on. She’s rekindled loads of old friendships, been spending time with friends and generally having a relaxing time with little to no stress for what has seemed a terribly long time. She is really looking forward to the baby and college.

Not long to our civil partnership, we are still giggling during practise sessions … it’ll be alright, on the night. … shame the night will be too flippin late!

Zoey bought some skinnies yesterday and looks really great in them.

OK, out of gossip now

09 June 2009

Just A Man Except Stupid

You know the other day how I was saying James was doing himself no favours with Daisy? Well, I could see Daisy always being upset and that is clearly no way to have a pregnancy so I asked her what she wanted to do. She asked me if I could talk to James, get him to see sense, agree to a few things so they stood a chance of getting back together again. Daisy wrote out what she wanted to say and I typed it up for her. James was contacted and told what Daisy wanted to do. At first he refused to deal with me claiming it was just between them but Daisy insisted.

I sent James some texts saying how it needed to be on Tuesday, incidentally, today. On Monday afternoon he sent me a text asking me to tell him what time. Off the top of my head I said 10:00. He wrote back and said he can’t make that, he has an appointment. I replied that it was rather silly asking me what time if he wasn’t going to agree to the time I chose … he replied that he doesn’t have to jump just because I say so!

Clearly that was a bit of a dumb reply seeing as any half sensible person would have simply started off the text messages with … I am free after (whatever), what time after that do you want to meet?

I called him, I lose patience with text messages after a while. I explained he had been a little silly sending out a reply like that but he didn’t get it. I asked how long his appointment was for, he said 2 hours and it started at 09:30 which obviously ruled out the morning .. he then said how he had some decorating he wanted to for his best mate and couldn’t really think of a suitable time .. I said I’d get back to him.

Daisy was sitting there in the back of the car whilst this conversation was happening and was totally pissed off that James would even consider decorating as a possible hinderer to a conversation about their future, it was not like he actually needed to do it and, from memory, he has used the same decorating story so many times now the place must be immaculate. She said she’d finally had enough. If their future together was so insignificant that he’d rather make excuses than talk about it then they obviously had no future together and sent that in a message to James. He telephoned, did his normal statement of … “For fucks sake Daisy, I am making an effort” To which Daisy replied, she had seen no evidence of that, it was just him once again saying he was making an effort but not meaning it. He then said she was a “Dickhead” and she could fuck off to her perfect dickhead family and hung up on her. That was followed by a text to my phone saying how I was a dickhead, he hated me and I was a prik … no, he can’t spell either.

So, that appears to be that. Not even Daisy is likely to be able to tolerate that sort of language and attitude.

Daisy is very lucky though, she has some amazing friends. She will do OK with her and the baby and, hopefully, some day she will get with some guy who will deserve her and be as amazing as she is, maybe she already knows him … I don’t know and it wouldn’t be my place to be telling anyone here even if I did know … which I don’t. (Did I mention I don’t know?)

Daisy is off on holiday June 22 with Matt and Anne, I think they could all do with the break to be honest.

Moved rooms around again slightly so that now the sofa bed is in the other lounge, the one which Daisy uses. That way, when we have guests they don’t have to feel bad about wanting to sleep whilst we need to use the office.

Acronym … in case you were wondering about the message title.

Back to James, he was apparently being very smug the other day about how Rachel, his friend in social services, said how funny it was that Daisy and just about everyone else think he should get supervised access to the baby when it is born. My advice to James would be, find out just where you stand legally before you get so smug, supervised access is way more than the law says an unmarried father is entitled to. Were it me, in his position, with his record, I’d be taking that supervised access and embracing it as the alternative is no access at all and there don’t need to be any court order for demanding supervised access as, quite frankly, he has no legal right to see the child anyway, end of.

He can go to court over it but then, the judge is going to ask for proof of his committment to the child both emotionally and financially … I really don’t think James is going to make any effort at all to financially support this child so it is a bit of a no brainer to even waste the time of the good judge.

You know what though, I’d love to be proven wrong! How amazing would it be if James finally realised just how badly HE has screwed up and do something about it instead of replying on social services to solve all his problems? We shall see. I imagine he’s going to get his Rachel to sort it for him. She’s going to try the intimidation method of, let him see the child, he has rights or maybe we need to check if the child is well cared for where it is etc … as long as Daisy ignores all that crap, there is sod all she can do, the law is, as they say, the law.

Just A Man Except Stupid

You know the other day how I was saying James was doing himself no favours with Daisy? Well, I could see Daisy always being upset and that is clearly no way to have a pregnancy so I asked her what she wanted to do. She asked me if I could talk to James, get him to see sense, agree to a few things so they stood a chance of getting back together again. Daisy wrote out what she wanted to say and I typed it up for her. James was contacted and told what Daisy wanted to do. At first he refused to deal with me claiming it was just between them but Daisy insisted.

I sent James some texts saying how it needed to be on Tuesday, incidentally, today. On Monday afternoon he sent me a text asking me to tell him what time. Off the top of my head I said 10:00. He wrote back and said he can’t make that, he has an appointment. I replied that it was rather silly asking me what time if he wasn’t going to agree to the time I chose … he replied that he doesn’t have to jump just because I say so!

Clearly that was a bit of a dumb reply seeing as any half sensible person would have simply started off the text messages with … I am free after (whatever), what time after that do you want to meet?

I called him, I lose patience with text messages after a while. I explained he had been a little silly sending out a reply like that but he didn’t get it. I asked how long his appointment was for, he said 2 hours and it started at 09:30 which obviously ruled out the morning .. he then said how he had some decorating he wanted to for his best mate and couldn’t really think of a suitable time .. I said I’d get back to him.

Daisy was sitting there in the back of the car whilst this conversation was happening and was totally pissed off that James would even consider decorating as a possible hinderer to a conversation about their future, it was not like he actually needed to do it and, from memory, he has used the same decorating story so many times now the place must be immaculate. She said she’d finally had enough. If their future together was so insignificant that he’d rather make excuses than talk about it then they obviously had no future together and sent that in a message to James. He telephoned, did his normal statement of … “For fucks sake Daisy, I am making an effort” To which Daisy replied, she had seen no evidence of that, it was just him once again saying he was making an effort but not meaning it. He then said she was a “Dickhead” and she could fuck off to her perfect dickhead family and hung up on her. That was followed by a text to my phone saying how I was a dickhead, he hated me and I was a prik … no, he can’t spell either.

So, that appears to be that. Not even Daisy is likely to be able to tolerate that sort of language and attitude.

Daisy is very lucky though, she has some amazing friends. She will do OK with her and the baby and, hopefully, some day she will get with some guy who will deserve her and be as amazing as she is, maybe she already knows him … I don’t know and it wouldn’t be my place to be telling anyone here even if I did know … which I don’t. (Did I mention I don’t know?)

Daisy is off on holiday June 22 with Matt and Anne, I think they could all do with the break to be honest.

Moved rooms around again slightly so that now the sofa bed is in the other lounge, the one which Daisy uses. That way, when we have guests they don’t have to feel bad about wanting to sleep whilst we need to use the office.

Acronym … in case you were wondering about the message title.

Back to James, he was apparently being very smug the other day about how Rachel, his friend in social services, said how funny it was that Daisy and just about everyone else think he should get supervised access to the baby when it is born. My advice to James would be, find out just where you stand legally before you get so smug, supervised access is way more than the law says an unmarried father is entitled to. Were it me, in his position, with his record, I’d be taking that supervised access and embracing it as the alternative is no access at all and there don’t need to be any court order for demanding supervised access as, quite frankly, he has no legal right to see the child anyway, end of.

He can go to court over it but then, the judge is going to ask for proof of his committment to the child both emotionally and financially … I really don’t think James is going to make any effort at all to financially support this child so it is a bit of a no brainer to even waste the time of the good judge.

You know what though, I’d love to be proven wrong! How amazing would it be if James finally realised just how badly HE has screwed up and do something about it instead of replying on social services to solve all his problems? We shall see. I imagine he’s going to get his Rachel to sort it for him. She’s going to try the intimidation method of, let him see the child, he has rights or maybe we need to check if the child is well cared for where it is etc … as long as Daisy ignores all that crap, there is sod all she can do, the law is, as they say, the law.

05 June 2009

Happy Birthday

I think, with one thing or another, my birthday got kind of over looked. Quite understandable and I wasn’t overly bothered if I am honest. All the same it was OK. Matt & Anne came over as did Anna & Paul and Adam too … quite a group of special people … speaking of ‘special’ people in a different sense … (I need to explain a little recent history)

When James left he did so owing me rent. I told him that I would hold on to his TV until he paid what he owed. It would be fair to say he got quite off about that but then, I expected that but also expected that he’d ultimately agree and pay up.

Back up to date again and last night … Andy was on the phone to me saying happy birthday and apologising for not being at home personally to see me when André and Anastasia turned up. I was polite but André was rude as hell … the opening line being … “get the TV”. I did tell him that this was my house, that if he wanted to talk to me then he’d best be doing it with some respect but it didn’t change his mind at all. There were a few more demands from him then he eventually accepted he’d have to pay £40 before he could get it. He was then rude again so I told him to leave and he refused. The girls in the room were scared by this point. He then said that “Either you get the TV or I will” So I told him to leave again unless he changed his attitude so he said “Please can I have the TV”. I told him, yes he could, just as soon as he’d paid the £40 when I think was the time he said I was being childish. He handed out the £40, I took it, got the TV and off he went being quite smarmy and just sick really. A totally horrible man in every respect.

So, could have done without that on my birthday but, idiots like him don’t scare me any longer, I am way past all that. The man was just annoying twat.

James is not doing himself any favours with Daisy right now, which is annoying. Seems each time they talk he makes matters worse which means Daisy gets upset and it costs me more money on the phone!

Spoke to a social worker for Daisy earlier, seems nice enough and says he’ll try and get the whole social worker thing working together rather than against each other, we shall see. I cannot imagine Rachel at the laeaving care team ever giving any ground on her secretive little relationship with James.

Happy Birthday

I think, with one thing or another, my birthday got kind of over looked. Quite understandable and I wasn’t overly bothered if I am honest. All the same it was OK. Matt & Anne came over as did Anna & Paul and Adam too … quite a group of special people … speaking of ‘special’ people in a different sense … (I need to explain a little recent history)

When James left he did so owing me rent. I told him that I would hold on to his TV until he paid what he owed. It would be fair to say he got quite off about that but then, I expected that but also expected that he’d ultimately agree and pay up.

Back up to date again and last night … Andy was on the phone to me saying happy birthday and apologising for not being at home personally to see me when André and Anastasia turned up. I was polite but André was rude as hell … the opening line being … “get the TV”. I did tell him that this was my house, that if he wanted to talk to me then he’d best be doing it with some respect but it didn’t change his mind at all. There were a few more demands from him then he eventually accepted he’d have to pay £40 before he could get it. He was then rude again so I told him to leave and he refused. The girls in the room were scared by this point. He then said that “Either you get the TV or I will” So I told him to leave again unless he changed his attitude so he said “Please can I have the TV”. I told him, yes he could, just as soon as he’d paid the £40 when I think was the time he said I was being childish. He handed out the £40, I took it, got the TV and off he went being quite smarmy and just sick really. A totally horrible man in every respect.

So, could have done without that on my birthday but, idiots like him don’t scare me any longer, I am way past all that. The man was just annoying twat.

James is not doing himself any favours with Daisy right now, which is annoying. Seems each time they talk he makes matters worse which means Daisy gets upset and it costs me more money on the phone!

Spoke to a social worker for Daisy earlier, seems nice enough and says he’ll try and get the whole social worker thing working together rather than against each other, we shall see. I cannot imagine Rachel at the laeaving care team ever giving any ground on her secretive little relationship with James.

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