Drinking Demons

My brother phoned last night and after saying that nobody cared about him, he was worthless, everybody saw him as a hopeless drunk and similar, ignored my protests and said he had got a rope and was in the process of rigging it up to hang himself. Then he hung up.

I couldn’t call him back because his line was engaged. I couldn’t pop around there because I’m in the UK and he lives in the USA. Eventually I managed to get in touch with the State Police Department who went round to check he was okay.

He was crashed out after drinking a shed load of alcohol.

This isn’t the first time he has done stupid, crazy things and his problem is getting worse. He’s had early signs of cirrhosis of the liver and he had a seizure recently due to his drinking, but he cannot stop.

Nobody who enjoys a Saturday night out, a party or a few drinks with friends would put themselves on the same level as someone with this kind of problem.

But when he was enjoying his Saturday nights out, parties and drinks with friends, he didn’t either, so I wonder how you know you’ve crossed the line?

Currently I find it hard not to have a drink or two every evening after work, when I’m stressed, when I’m out with friends, when I eat out and so on and I’m not the only one. But apparently this is normal as long as you count the units.

Yet alcohol is toxic so in effect we’re rationing poison. It’s a weird old world.

No Buts…

I forgot my lunch today and bought a roll in an olde worlde bread shop. Would you butter it? I asked.

Shortly afterwards I bit into it and had that mouthful of fishy slime commonly known as margarine;- NOT BUTTER!

Why does anyone on earth eat margarine? It may be cheaper than butter but it is so revolting that it would be better to spend the money on the tiny amount of butter you could afford rather than wasting any mouth space on the creamy petrol, entitled margarine!

Surveillance

I have just passed 3 separate speed cameras, 2 CCTV cameras and a CCTV police van. I was driving for twenty minutes.

We are running out of places to go where we can be free of that sinister feeling of looking over our shoulder because we are being watched.

The feeling that has become part of daily life, so it is only in open countryside that we can feel truly free.

What happened to ‘innocent until proven guilty?’ We are all spied upon and monitored as potential criminals.

It is an evil society that robs generations of children of their freedom and allows them to grow up thinking that surveillance is normal

The Government has become our stalker .  When ID cards become law they may as well be shackles, and the Government will be our jailer and owner.

Smoker’s Corner

Who would have thought that Britain would have huddles of smokers puffing away outside offices, factory’s and pubs.

It is incredibly sad to see people from all walks of life reduced to feeling like lesser mortals for this particular habit, when nobody sees the need to protect us from gluttony, greed, factories bilging out their pollution and politicians (and people) splurging out garbage from their mouths.

Surely pubs and workplaces could have had smoking rooms rather than insisting smokers stand outside. It seems that the idea is to deliberately humiliate them.

Yet non-smokers can get loud and legless or leave in their large 4 by 4 cars which bilge out their own form of pollution.

What’s the next group that will be publicly humiliated?  You can bet your life that there will be one… and then another…and another. What is the real agenda here?

Can They Do This?

‘They’ meaning the loan company I asked to be patient and try to wait when my business crashed and I became unemployed for a few months.  ‘This’ meaning taking me to court and trying to get the measly 6,000 I owe by making me sell my flat despite offering regular payments since I started my new job in January.

I have the court case in May.  I’ll keep you posted!

Greetings!

This blog will be about the great sad and sinister happenings that are turning Britain from a unique, great and wonderful place to be, to a sinister police state full of stressed unhappy people and about my own personal battles within it all. Hopefully it will make you laugh, make you weep but make you react somehow. At least if enough of us notice what is happening then we may be able to do something…united by blogs at least!