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Ruminations on a Riot…

Just a quick one…

At the time of writing, London is burning. Criminals are running around the streets, looting, pillaging, setting fire to anything. People who know me know that I’m not adverse to civil disobedience. However, I don’t support violence. I don’t support rioting. I don’t support … this.

Last year, my mate, Dave, and I, chatted about what we thought may happen this year. And yes, one thing we thought may happen was riots. Why? Because we thought that the media would, to take pressure away from the government and its ideologically driven, and frankly downright evil, cuts, start stiring up racial trouble.

However, this time, it’s those terrible immigrants whom the Daily Mail, Daily Express, The Sun and The Star decry, that are standing up and saying ‘No!’. It is they who are standing in high streets across London, stopping rioters and looters as best they can. How much of that will be reported, one wonders?

And so, any possible legitimate cause for protest – be it a shot man or a girl beaten to the ground by Police, or just anger against the Tories and their Lib Dem poodles – is vanished because instead of having a decent morality, these rioters care only for flat screen televisions, trainers, all the mod cons – all the things that they have been told makes them worthwhile…..

I wonder who told them that? it doesn’t excuse what’s happening, not one bit, but it at least explains what they are taking – make something more important then real world issues, and look what happens…

And finally, I wonder as to the aftermath…. I see a loss of civil liberties for everyone. The Government slamming down hard on Human Rights. All these riots have just played into their hands, giving them exactly the excuse they need. No racial element this time… but still… The Tories couldn’t have planned this better…… What an odd coincidence….


Ah. Work overload approaching!

You see, I realised something today. The 100th episode of the Flashing Blade Podcast, the 200th episode of the DWO WhoCast, AND the Flashing Blade Picnic, (series one, number two), are all happeneing on the same day.


Saturday, July the second.


Between now and then I have the following, podcast related things, to do…


Listen to Lucie Millar and To The Death – Big Finish plays for FB

Record, edit and release FB 99

Edit and release the DWO WhoCast’s Dan Hall interview

Record edit  and release DWO WhoCast 199

Listen to all three discs… what we’re looking at for FB 100

Record, edit and release FB 100

Edit and release the DWO interview with Andrew Smith

Edit the Tom Baker interview

Record, edit and release DWO WhoCast 200

Go to the Flashing Blade Picnic.






Of Podcasting and Other Stuff. And Things.

Well, I thought I’d give a sort of an updatey, how it came to happen sort of a post thingy. Plus give those who don’t know how its done an idea…Simples, really, to be honest.

So, Jo! and I met in hostipal where we had a ‘Who can have the most lung removed’ competition. She cheated by using both lungs. However, the medics declared her the winner. My appeal is still pending. Now, as those who have read the  2 scary ladies post earlier on this blog will know, Jo! and I rather hit it off. I was planning to set up my own podcast after the debacle of the WhoCast, but I wanted to get this blog going first and, of course, I needed to work out how the tech side of things was done. I may be ok with editing and music etc – well, only just, lets be honest here – but when it comes to computers, especially actually doing anything on the net, I’m a complete ignoramus. Always wanted to use that word. Heh.

So, looked into it, spoke to Adam off Staggering Stories and eventually decided that the best way of doing things was to use Libsyn. Its a good system. It tends to do nearly everything for you – you get a blog, an RSS Feed etc. Damn good system. You do have to register with iTUnes and other podcast directories yourself, however Also, it doesn’t charge by the amount thats downloaded, but by how much space you want to use per month. Very useful if a podcast really takes off in the way that Staggering Stories has now I’ve left, rofl!

I also needed to register a domain name. So I googled a little and went to 1&1 Internet. Managed to get as well as a mail account giving me up to five email addies with the suffix Very usefull again. But what turned out to be even better was that 1&1 have a website building tool. Very simple to use, and it won’t give you something with all the bells and whistles on, but as a hub for the show it’s just right. I can put up the links to this blog, the show’s iTunes page etc, the shows email addy, links to other poidcasts and sites, etc etc. So, once Id got the bits n pieces, the actual assembly of the infrastructure was surprisingly easy. I did spend an evening around my Chief Scientist’s just to be on the safe side, but it was simples enough.

After that it was just a case of recording the show. Now, Jo! already was thinking of putting together her own, non-Doctor Who podcast…probably something about James May, or somesuch girly nonsense 😛 So she already had a copy of Audacity. This is an editing tool, and quite a good one. Useful as it meant she could record her part of the podcast and then upload it to some storage space for me to download, put next to my own track, synch then edit. For the other stuff, the silly bits n pieces I use an old copy of Cool Edit and occasionally I pop into Audition, both nice progs, though I am more used to cool edit, tbh, so I use it for ease and comfort, LOL.

So far, so good. The chemistry is working and the angle of the show, where Jo! is able to give a fresh, untainted by DWM, fanzines, podcasts etc, look at Doctor Who, with me there to fill in any gaps as well as give my own, jaded views, LOL, seems to be working too. We’ve had some lovely feedback off people – admitedly its scattered all over the web, LOL..Makes tracking it down for recording a bit tricky – I forgot to include some today meaning I’m going to have to record an extra bit for the end of pod 4.

Someone made a nice comment on Facebook that the show has the ‘goofy fun’ of Staggering Stories but tempered with the ‘credibility’ (HAH!) of my days on the WhoCast. And to be honest, thats just what I was looking for…slipping in right between.

So I’m a happy bunny. Just so glad I have such a lovely…and patient… co-host…


Daleks! Invasion Interflora: 2009 AD!

Er. Quite.

This is one of those rambling, ‘Ooh, what shall I natter about I know everything in general and nothing in particular’ type posts. Can’t be helped. Got a few things I want to waffle about but can’t be arsed to go into too much detail, LOL.

So, firstly, had to pop to see the consultant today. Oh, how we all laughed. Seems my liver functions have REALLY gone kablooey this time. So, today I had TWO (count ’em) doctors hmm-ing, umm-ing and going ‘we just don’t know!’. So, the upshot is that I’m now to stop taking The Pills Of Doom and keep taking their daily counterparts, and also stop taking my anti inflamatories. Now, last time I stopped those, just before I went into hostipal, I discovered just how much good they were doing. This time, well, I’m still on the steroids, so hopefully I won’t  get so bad. Once again the consultant asked why I limped, completly forgetting the nerve damage etc. Does make me wonder sometimes, you know, LOL. Anyway, this morning sort of makes my visit to the gp this afternoon a bit moot, but I’d better go. They sent me a letter saying I had to arrange a phone thingy with a different doc – something I don’t do ‘cos different docs don’t know my akerchewall gp does. So, going to see him and I bet it’s about the liver tests. Hah! Plus I need a couple of perscriptions, though less now after this morning, LOL.

One very shocking developement was my weight. You see, after I lost all that weight last year due to the plurisy, I was stable for a while, then, with the sterods, went from about 15 stone 5 to 16 stone 9. Except today, when weighed at the hostipal, I’m 17 stone 10! Thats over a stone in one week. Balderdash! No way on Bod’s grey Earth! Now, either they got it wrong or…well, my blood taking, blood pressure squeezing ‘Your-a-fat-git’ nurse may have got her calculations wrong all this time…. Which will REALLY depress me, LOL.

But the bottom line is the disease is still there and will be for a Very Long Time ™. We just need to get the med balance correct. Think it’s going to be a case of ‘Look, your never going to feel 100% anymore – can’t be helped cos to get you feeling that good woulkd be Bad cos of side effects’. I think I can live with that, tbh..Make the best of a bad job. A lot of people get it a lot worse, so I consider myself lucky. Oddly.

Anyway, onto this post’s title….

There were reports in our local cat litter tray liners, of a flower shop with a Dalek in the window… so I thought I’d pop down and have a look see as I was in town anyway. Seems the thing was built for a play that didn’t happen and the chap is trying to sell it for £800. Good luck to him, thats what I say…

have pics

Aww, poor Dalek

Aww, poor Dalek

Oh, the humiliation

Oh, the humiliation

Hmm..not quite Doctor Who In An Exciting Adventure With The Daleks, is it?

Hmm..not quite Doctor Who In An Exciting Adventure With The Daleks, is it?

and finally, took this a few days back…cute as Bod, my lil Seb…



Yeah, I know the Dalek ones are wonky, but what ya gonna do, huh?

I’ll mumble about podcasting next time… probably..


Jersey Child Abuse Cover Up Almost Complete.

So, there we are, folks. The corrupt Jersey Establishment – the British equivalent of Putin’s Russia – have all but succeeded in covering up the child abuse. Yesterday the Attorney General, William Bailhache, the impartial advisor to the Balliff – thats his brother Philp Bailache – declared that the doors of the enquiry were now closed and that it would be highly unlikely that there would be any more then the 2 prosecutions. And hey, they waited till the day of the UK elections to bury the news.

Jane and Alan McGuire, to staff of the Blanch Pierre home, who treated the children in their care with contempt and have been let off. Apparently the evidence wasn’t there. When they were tried back in the nineties, they were let off because Alan had, apparently, a terminal illness – he’s still going strong in their French hideaway – and that there had been a charecter witness to say that they were a lovely couple. That witness, I am led to believe, was their son. This couple were eventually removed from their posts – only to be given a different post within the education departement. There was a fascinating, if sickening, Panorama programme about them.

There are others. One of the chiefs of education, Mario Lundy. Again, lots of accounts of abuse from him. Yet he hasn’t been suspended and arrogantly carries on. And the list continues. Abuse survivors are sicked by the actions of the Bailiff, his brother and the soon to be Balliff, Michael Birt. The whole thing is being covered up, evidence being lost by the tame cops they brought in from the UK to do their bidding.

There are ways out of this still, both for the surviviors and the establishment. The establishment need to return to the rule of law and prosecute those people who have tortured and abused children over the years. Despite what they say, the evidence is there. The survivors can protest and keep hammering on at the UK Government – whomever is in power this week. But the most likely, and the most worrying, is that people will start to take the law into their own hands. People are already looking to track down the McGuires in France. Mario Lundy isn’t safe walking the streets of Jersey. And the establishment itself needs to tred very carefully as Jersey is only a few steps away from bloodshed. People are that angry.

As for Senator Stuart Syvret, I’m going to copy/paste the latest thing that the establishment are trying to get him on, from his blog. You’ll laugh when you read it. I did, howled like a drain….

Confessions of Stuart Syvret:

Part 1.

I’m asked above, “How’d ya get on at the parish hall?”

My, my – Dan is so unwise with that flapping mouth of his; no doubt he’ll have to make another untrue denial in the States tomorrow.

But – to answer the question – absolutely brilliantly! – Couldn’t have worked out better if I’d planned it!

For my non-Jersey readers, a parish hall enquiry is a kind of pre-court, quasi-judicial process conducted by voluntary parish police officers called Centeniers.

And in the case of the parish of Grouville – the Centeniers work to our old acquaintance Dan Murphy – the parish Constable – and a politician. (How many modern democracies have politicians who are also policemen? Well, it’s certainly handy for the Jersey oligarchy – political law-enforces – to keep the opposition in-line.)

And he and they work to our other old acquaintance – Barking Bill Bailhache.

So what you have is, essentially, a Politicised police force in each of the 12 parishes, under the ultimate control of the Jersey Attorney General – who is, himself, an unelected politician – who frequently uses his seat in the States Assembly to make highly partisan, pro-oligarchy interventions.

What was the parish hall enquiry about?

You remember when I was arrested in the presence of 10 cops – yes, 10 cops; when I originally said 8, I miscounted; it was kind of difficult to get the numbers precise under the circumstances – as I stepped from my front door? And I was held in locked cells at the local nick for 7 hours whilst the police turned over my home from top to bottom – without a search warrant – in respect of alleged data protection law breaches?

The cops used that opportunity to go through my property, my computer, my political files and my personal files – in a desperate search for something – anything – they could do me for.

And – guess what? They discovered that my driving licence had expired a couple years ago, and I hadn’t up-dated a change of address to my car registration.

Both offences – undoubtedly. And I fully accept I’m guilty of both – as I told Dan and Bill’s men this evening at the parish hall enquiry.

Both offences were “honest mistakes”; (now, I’m sure I’ve heard that phrase somewhere just recently) – inadvertent offences which arose given I was under the demands of running a £150 million a year health & social services department – and, in particular – during the last 2 years – uncovering, and battling against, decades upon decades of concealed child abuse.

Frankly – when you’re meeting dozens and dozens of broken and wrecked survivors – it does tend to take one’s mind off mundane personal administrative issues.

Especially when one knows – as was demonstrated again today – that the Jersey authorities are going to do every single damn thing in their power to carry on burying the outrages.

So even though I renewed the licence weeks ago – and likewise updated the car registration – and took the documents to the police station – where a cop read them – and gave me a written receipt – I got summoned by the States of Jersey Police to a parish hall enquiry.

Incidentally – and you’ll like this – the letter sent by the States of Jersey Police, summoning me to the parish hall, got mailed to me – in what can only be a calculated act of harassment – without any form of paid postage. So, not being at home, the postman put a notice (which I’ve still got) through the letter-box saying I had an un-paid item of mail which I would have to collect – and pay a surcharged of £1.71. As I never collect unpaid mail items, I didn’t bother collecting it – not for one instant imaging that an official letter would be sent without postage being paid.

So the parish hall enquiry decided that I’m such a monstrous crook, they couldn’t deal with these offences with a written caution or anything of that nature – oh no….


Thursday, 4 June 2009 00:27:00 o’clock BST

Blogger Senator Stuart Syvret said…
Confessions of Stuart Syvret:

Part 2.

I would have to be summoned to the Jersey magistrates’ court for sentencing.

10.00 am; 18th June.

Be there or be square.

But why is this such a good outcome?

Because it represents the beginning of the long path to Strasbourg.

When I appear in court – I will make a recusal application – basically arguing that no part of the Jersey magistrate’s court – nor the island’s judicial apparatus generally – can meet the test of the appearance of objectivity in respect of any case involving me.

They all know who I am – they all hate me – in fact, Phil Bailhache has even criticised and condemned my stance – whilst he was swearing-in a magistrate!

Therefore, their system is incapable of delivering to me an objective and impartial court.

A “fair hearing before an impartial tribunal” as is required by the European Convention on Human Rights.

You see – as Barking Bill and his fellow Jersey oligarch, Julian Clyde-Smith are terribly found of screaming, – “every one is equal before the law!”

Great – no problem with that.

So I, therefore, have exactly the self-same rights as any other Jersey citizen.

Such rights including – quite fundamentally – access to an impartial and objective court.

And, I think it quite understandable that I do exercise my human rights to be sentenced for my atrocities by an impartial and objective court.

You see, unless that happens – I might get fined £12,000.

Which – as we know – is the kind of sentence incurred by any troublesome pleb who has irritated the establishment in Jersey.

As my political battles have progressed over the last couple of years, and as legal dimensions have come into the equation, I have developed a few flow-charts. You know the kind of thing – X or Y could happen – therefore event A or B must follow.

And the Jersey “justice” system features large in those mappings.

So on the 18th June – the Jersey magistrates court will do one of three things in response to my recusal application.

They will agree with my recusal motion – in which case, it’s off to the Royal Court – where I shall make exactly the same recusal motion. (This outcome is most unlikely.)

They will reject my recusal motion – in which case it’s off to the Royal Court where I shall appeal the rejection of the recusal motion and any fine imposed. (This outcome is far more likely.)

They will adjourn the case – whilst they go off and have a panicked conflab with the Bailhache Brothers as to what they should do. (This outcome, too, is distinctly possible.)

And – from there on in – the flow-chart progresses – at every twist and turn – through the court of appeal – through the judicial committee of the privy council – on to the European Court of Human Rights at Strasbourg.

All this because I want – as is the right of any and all people – to be sentenced for my heinous crimes – by an impartial and objective court.

Remember – “we’re all equal before the law”. Therefore everyone has the same fundamental rights.

The process I outline above may well be tedious and time-consuming – but look on the bright side.

Given that the Jersey prosecution and judicial system has made time for dealing with such dreadful criminal threats to society as me, and the JDA 2 – by casting aside such comparative trivia as prosecuting child rapists and senior figures who have concealed child abuse – we may as well make efficient use of the courts.

So – here we go.

Great journeys start with but a single step.


Thursday, 4 June 2009 00:28:00 o’clock BST

So, what next? Bloodshed in the streets of Jersey? Armed revolt? People are that angry it could happen. I weep for my home.


Occupational Therapy and Lies…

Those who know me know that I have several charecter traits that, well, trying to put aside false modesty etc, are quite good. I’m fiercely loyal to friends and incredibly defensive of them. I have a ‘thing’ about injustice and fairness that, to be honest, has got me into a few scrapes over the years. Anyway, my blood pressure is currently at danger levels. Why? Because of a lazy delivery driver and his ever so loyal, blank faced drones of office back-up.

A couple of weeks ago I was assesed for my disability needs. Now, I don’t need much – they offered more and I turned it down. What I DO need, however, is some way of actually immersing myself in my bath. I currently have what they call a ‘bath board’. This is usefull, but it does mean sitting slightly pecariously over the bath – nice mental image for you there, lol – and doing ones best to wash.

So, at this assesement, I was surprised to be offered a bath chair lift thingy – called the ‘Aqua Joy’ – a name that made Jo! choke on her peppermint tea and ask if I had inadvertantly wondered into Ann Summers by mistake. (Actually, talking of Ann Summers, I note they’ve put a couple of kiddie rides right in front of the local store…how wonderfully ignorant..still, thats Crawley for you). Basically, this thing lets me sit on it, then lowers down into the bath so I can be immersed in yummy, lovely, warm water. Then I can slowley, Thora Hird style, rise up out of the depths pretending to be the Great Kroll!

Or something.

They also said I needed some blocks for my sofa to rest on so I can get up out of it more easily without too much effort and also an incrdibly clever thingy that looks like a lead for an invisible dog. It basically slips around the foot and allows you to lift your leg out of the bath – usefull when ones legs are…wonky. Someone, probably a boffin witha beard, in a shed, used their brain to come up with that one…great idea.

So, I was told that they’d call me to arrange delivery.

Today, at one, I hear a slight slithering noise. I get to the front door to see a card in the letter box saying that they’d tried to deliver my stuff but I wasn’t in. Well, apart from the fact they hadn’t told me he was coming, he also hadn’t even bothered to knock. Just popped the card in and away he went. It’s Friday so I expect he wanted a nice, sunny, early afternoon.

So, I phoned up the number on the card. I was told they couldn’t get a reply from the driver. I tried again a little later. Still no joy. I tried again, later still. I got told that the driver had said he had knocked loudly, waited, gne back to the van, got the card and then left.

He had NOT knocked. If he had I would have answered. I mean, if I can hear a card gently being slid into the letterbox, then Im sure I could have heard a knocking, surely? So, I was getting nowhere with the bod on the end of the phone…I asked to speak to his supervisor. A supervisor who’s job it was to imply that I was lying and that her driver of many good years standing, would never do such a thing. Now, I know things. I’ve been around, as I’m sure have a lot of people. I know that delivery drivers have nice little ways of getting the job done early if necessary, especially on a nice, warm summer’s day. What better way to save time then to say that a customer wasn’t in and therefore save at least half an hour? Then switch your phone off so no one can get hold of you for a while.

But what really, REALLY makes me ANGRY is the fact that the supervisor basically said I was lying. Oh, the actual words weren’t there..she reckoned that she knew the driver wouldn’t lie, but she wasn’t saying I was lying either….the implication was very obvious. And yes, I’m putting in a complaint. A big one. I want an apology from both the supervisor and the driver. I tend not to stop on things like this….

Talking of things, I mailed our local MP, Laura Moffat with regard to the Early Day Motion I asked people to support. I let her know what it was about, sent a copy of the actual motion, was very respectful, polite, included my name and address.

Apart from an automated reply, I have heard nothing. Nor has she signed the motion. Guess who else is about to feel my wrath? It’s amazing what a bit of bad publicity can do for an MP’s descision making process…. Or rather, MORE bad publicity…

And as for the podcast, it’s in edit stage at the moment…and seems to be just fine..nothing too in depth, but it’s a first shot with a new team etc. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it once it’s released… 🙂


Of Podcasts And Other Waffle…

Been a funny old week. After the Radiophonic Workshop gig – more of which in a moment – I think my body decided that enough was enough, BOB kicked in and suddenly I was somewhat ill again. Annoying, to be honest. So, have to wait and see if things ease off.

As for the Radiophonic gig, well, it certainly surpassed expectations. Jo! and I met at Victoria and also met young Alistair Lock. We popped up to Camden and slipped into the Enterprise pub where Alistair decided to spray the entire population of London with vinegar. Oh, the joy of the accidental, over-enthusiastic spray top. Still, made his cranberry juice more like pretend wine After that we went to the Roundhouse where they had a fascinating Delia Derbyshire installation, showcasing some of her work along with images of her notes – all stuff from her archive thats now been donated to a university. Popping into the bar we noticed this bizarre, mechanical musical orchestra thingy. Programmed by computer, it was several pieces that had small hammers that struck pads and performed pieces…very apt, considering the gig we were there to see.

I don’t want to go into too much detail here about the actual gig because Jo! and I discuss it on, wait for it…

The first Flashing Blade podcast!!

Yes, its recorded!! Celebrate! Run wild in the streets! Have a nice cup of tea! And a biscuit!

Within, once it’s eventually released – more on that in a minute – you will discover Jo! and I waffling about the Radiophonic thingy, our completly incorrect ideas about Ashes To Ashes and, oh dear, the Five Doctors.

Once it’s edited down I then need to look into a website and hosting etc, something I’ve never had to bother with before. Then there’s website design. What the Bod is that??? And graphics? What in the hells that? Talking, editing, doing clever sound stuff? Fine, not a problem. But all that nonsense? Oooh dear.

I’ll be plopping a vid taken on my tefelone camera thingy, from the radiophonic thingy here as soon as I can work out how to split it into two so YouTube will allow it. The sound ain’t brilliant, alas, but thems the breaks.

Oh, and I’m going to be recording the new Mr. Dalek story by Benjamin F Elliot. So, at least you have that to look forward to, LOL.


Geek Pride Day

From the wikki…

Nerd Pride Day, or Geek Pride Day, is an initiative which claims the right of every person to be a nerd or a geek. Of Spanish origin (“día del orgullo friki” in Spain), it is celebrated nowadays among Spanish frikis (an equivalent of geeks and nerds).[1]

This day is celebrated on May 25 since 2006, celebrating the premiere of the first Star Wars movie in 1977.



[edit] Origins

In 2006, this day was celebrated for the first time all over Spain and on the Internet, thanks to the publicity given by some media as:

The biggest concentration took place in Madrid, where 300 Geeks demonstrated their pride together with a human pacman.

[edit] 2007 celebration

In 2007, the celebration counted with more help from Official institutions (as the Price Circus in Madrid) and has been more widely celebrated throughout Spain. Official acts were announced in Pilar de la Horadada, Cádiz, Huesca, Calaf, Huelva and Valencia. A Nerd Blood Donation campaign took place. Among other acts, the movie “Gritos en el pasillo” (“Screams in the corridor”) was presented.

[edit] 2008 Geek Pride Day comes to America

In 2008, Geek Pride Day crossed the Atlantic, and was officially celebrated in America, where it was heralded by numerous bloggers, coalescing around the launch of the GeekPrideDay website. Math author, Euler Book Prize winner, and geek blogger John Derbyshire not only did a shout out, but announced [2] that he would be appearing in the Fifth Avenue parade, dressed as number 57, on the prime number float – prompting some bloggers to say they’d be looking for him.

By 2009, acknowledgment of the day had reached the Science Channel, with special programming on May 25th to celebrate.

[edit] 2009 Geek Pride Day comes to Ottawa, Canada

Nerd Pride Day is set to come to Canada in May 2009, with festivities planned in Ottawa, Canada, the capital city. Ottawa is home to the Canada Science and Technology Museum as well, the Ottawa Chess Club, and a notable research centre in Canada.[3]

[edit] Basic rights and responsibilities of nerds

A manifesto was created to celebrate the first Nerd Pride Day which included the following list of basic rights and responsibilities of nerds.[1]


  1. The right to be even nerdier.
  2. The right to not leave your house.
  3. The right to not have a significant other and to be a virgin.
  4. The right to not like football or any other sport.
  5. The right to associate with other nerds.
  6. The right to have few friends (or none at all).
  7. The right to have all the nerdy friends that you want.
  8. The right to not be “in-style.”
  9. The right to be overweight and have poor eyesight.
  10. The right to show off your nerdiness.
  11. The right to take over the world.


  1. Be a nerd, no matter what.
  2. Try and be nerdier than anyone else.
  3. If there is a discussion about something nerdy, you must give your opinion.
  4. Save any and all nerdy things you have.
  5. Do everything you can to show off your nerdy stuff as though it were a “museum of nerdiness.”
  6. Don’t be a generalized nerd. You must specialize in something.
  7. Attend every nerdy movie on opening night and buy every nerdy book before anyone else.
  8. Wait in line on every opening night. If you can go in costume or at least with a related t-shirt, all the better.
  9. Don’t waste your time on anything not related to nerddom.
  10. Try to take over the world!

Interestingly, it falls on the same day as Towell Day….

Now then, people, who fits what catergory, hmm?


Please read and email your MP

Ok folks, I’m going to ask those of you in the UK to read the following and then mail your MP to ask them to sign the Early Day Motion. It’s been put forward to the House of Commons in relation to the arrest of Stuart Syvret, the search of his home without a warrent, and the fact that law and order in Jersey is corrupted by the Establishement to suit their own ends….Please quote EDM 1480

Early Day Motion.


“That this House deplores the arrest and detention of Senator Stuart Syvret by the Jersey Police Force for alleged infractions of data protection laws; notes that the Senator was in receipt of information disclosed in the public interest, with which he is attempting to hold the Jersey government to account for a variety of profoundly serious child protection and clinical governance failures; condemns the manner of the Senator’s arrest and the subsequent searching of his home by the police without a search warrant; further condemns the fact that substantial quantities of his constituents’ private data were taken and copied by the Jersey police; considers this an intimidatory and anti-democratic action which the Senator is virtually powerless to challenge given the politicisation of the Jersey judiciary and the propensity of the Jersey legislature to oppress minority members; and calls on the Secretary of State for Justice to fulfil his duties by exercising his constitutional powers to intervene and ensure good governance and the proper administration of justice in Jersey through requiring a separation of powers and the imposition of effective checks and balances in order that survivors of child abuse, and other victims of malfeasance gain the proper protection of justice; and considers that through such actions the UK will return to compliance with its obligations under the European Convention on Human Rights, obligations which are breached by tolerating the situation in Jersey.”

John Hemming.

Peter Bottomley.

Austin Mitchell.

Cheers folks…


Ooh Look, Rocks!

So, more stuff and things, then…

Been a funny old time, to be honest. Had the second Ultravox gig, this time at the Roundhouse up in That London. It was good, but the amount of people that were talking, dear Bod! During the quiet songs all you could hear was the low level babble of idiots. As opposed to the high level wailing of me, singing, lol. The gig was filmed for a dvd release at some stage – hopefully the whole thing, eh? Eh?

And as for the ‘Exocist’ moment……

Still looking to the Richmond Fellowship for work…thing is I’m going to need a car. I’ve had to contact the DSS to tell them that things have somewhat changed for me, what with BOB an’ all.. So there is a slight, very slight, not really going to happen chance that my money may go up for mobility. If it does it’ll mean I’ll be eligable for the Motorbility scheme wherein I can use my benefit to lease a car, taxed, insured etc. Now, this’ll be good in general for shops, gp, hostipal apps etc.. But moreso then that, I’ll be able to apply for jobs at the RF. Which will mean being able to come off some benefit… Hopefully, anyway. Also I’ll be able to take up my mentoring again for MIND, something else that went out the window when BOB struck. I have to give a lil talk to new mentors this Wednesday. That’s going to be fun – just hope I’m not having one of my panicky days.

Hmm, what else? Well, Poppy, my barking mad moggie isn’t too well, alas. Not sure whats wrong with her. She needs blood tests and I simply don’t have the money to do it at the moment. I did find out that instead of being one year old, she is actually more like eight. Because of this money thing, going to That London sort of wiped me out, I may not be in a position to go to the Radiophonic Workshop thingy at the Roundhouse on May 17th. I’ll be spitting if I can’t. However, I need to save money for Poppy.

Saying that, before I knew she was ill – I thought it was worms, originally – I’ve sort of upgraded. I needed a new mobile electric telephone thing. Those in the know will appreciate that I’ve never really been able to work the last phone I had – curtesy of Real Keith from Staggering Stories. After being refused credit at Vodaphone, I stuck my nose into Carphone Warehouse – and they cleared me for two contracts, the mad fools! So I got a cheap LG Cookie tefelone on a 15 quid a month contract…..

But then…

Well, they had an offer, you see? For mobile broadband. And why, it came with a free laptop! How very nice of them! A Toshiba P300.  And I’m currently typing this blog up on it! Whoot! Admitedly, makes money a little tight now cos of Poppy, but I’ll manage somehow. It’s duel core just over 2 gig thingy..not sure if it makes it faster then my 2800 single core thingy desktop…and whilst I thought it was just one gig of ram, apparently, according to the properties thingy, its 2 gig…go figure. Oh, and its Vista. Not too sure about the graphics capabilities, however…May have to look into seeing if it’s possible to upgrade that – somehow I doubt it.

I’m actually quite pleased with myself… You see, I managed to sort out the wireless thingy, getting it into the router – though I’d forgotton the password, lol – exporting mail and bookmarks from the desktop etc, all without help! Oh Bod – I’m becoming my own Chief Scientist!

I’m rather scared now….