FINAL SONG

A poem I wrote years ago, when I was low.

MERRY MAYDAY AND BLESSED OF THE BELTANE.

Sunrise at Stonehenge today on Beltane.

STORIES

All our stories change, some for the better, some not so.

ALONE TIME

I do like being alone at times, but I also miss Candy when we are not together.
It is a bloody strange feeling.

ROMAN TRAVEL COULD BE DANGEROUS

Travel could be a dangerous thing in the Roman world, & travellers looked to the Lares Viales, guardians of the roads & those who used them. After a successful journey, travellers might dedicate a roadside altar in honour of the spirits who had kept them safe.

THE PASSING OF THE OLD OAK TREE

You fucking cuntish bastards!!!
You bastards murdered that Oak tree and it's guardian spirit.
I'm from old school MK who remembers the tree in the dip surrounded by the green field where everybody loved.
I remember when Midsummer Place was built around it and all that metal and concrete surrounded it and blocked out the ley line along the Midsummer ley.
So much bad energy happened and screwed up the whole place.
I watched that tree slowly wither away.
Man is only good for death and to destroy nature.


What the Oak Tree use to look like.

What the Oak Tree became, during the time that Midsummer Place was built around it.

And what became of the Oak Tree, as it stood there dying.

THE IMPOSSIBLE

I have always believed in the Impossible, the strange, the weird, and the unknown,

KICK ASS LEADER

The Prime Minister of New Zealand - Jacinda Ardern.

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

I am getting fed up with not being called by my name of Jason
Candy constantly calls me by other "cute" names, like Cuddlebug, Moosey, PapaMoose, etc.
Which I don't often mind, but I miss hearing my real name being spoken!
My Mum was the same, I remember as a kid, she told me that she would forget what her name was because Dad use to call her "Dar" only. (short for Darling)
She hated it. And I can see why.
Now she get's fed up when I demand to be known only as Jason.
I know names have power but goddamn it, just call me JASON!

FORBIDDEN PLANET FLASHBACK

28 years ago today, I started my job as the Assistant Manager of Forbidden Planet Milton Keynes.
I was only 17 yrs old at the time.
Good Times!

TO BE OR NOT TO BE.

CANDY's BEAUTIFUL POST ABOUT ME.

GETTING RID OF ISRAEL

Relocate that country to the United States.

BANNED AGAIN

I've been banned for an extra three days from Facebook
And the reason why? Because last year I posted a St. George's Day flag on my page, to celebrate the British national holiday.
It has been declared to be Terrorist related and goes against Facebook's code of standards.
It is bloody stupid, and I am getting fed up with this bullshit.

HERE I AM

My photo was taken yesterday by Candy, as I sat in my new wheelchair, outside our home.

BEING BANNED

I do get fed up with Facebook.
I actually got banned for 7 days for "Hate Speech"!
All I posted was about the Americans, protesting about having to stay in lockdown during this crisis. I called them "Dumb Americans"
Which is quite accurate, considering how stupid they are behaving, and putting other people at risk.
They actually want the hair saloons open! The bloody preppers can't handle the apocalypse.
They are even protesting with their AK-47's on display, Who are they going to shoot? the virus?
Like I said, DUMB AMERICANS

PROBLEMS

It has been a long time since I actually blogged anything useful.
My previous blog, I just posted pictures and stuff from my Facebook account.
But now, during this Covid-19 global epidemic, I need to put thoughts down online, as I don't really have anyone to talk to anymore, I've not in a long time.
I do have a small circle of good friends, who I really love, but I've not seen any of them in over 15 years.
But I can't seem to talk to any of them and tell them my problems, and I have a lot of problems.
Sometimes I can't seem to talk to my wife, Candy.
I trust that woman with my life, she is my whole world and my soulmate.
The problem I have is opening up to people, I am always the one to listen to other people's problems, always their to give them advice and to help out any other way I can, but I've noticed when I burden them with my problems, they shut up and change the subject.
Today I am getting my motorised wheelchair, finally after 7 years since I lost my legs, and I am bloody nervous as hell.
I do have other worries on my mind, my left stump is leaking and really smelly. The last time this happened was before losing my legs and I'm worried this will happen again and I might end up back in hospital, which is a death sentience at the moment for a person like me in my condition and health.
I need a cuddle from my Candy.