24/12/2008 - Im back

10/12/2008 - While we wait

While we wait for me to finish Montol stuff and get back to writing this here is an afro ninja.

23/11/2008 - Snow falls - West Cornwall bathed in Mizzle.

Lovely pics this morning of snow falling in the north and other parts of this blessed Isle - Of course here is West Cornwall we don't get snow these days just high winds and driving clinging mizzle which soaks you to the skin in about 30 seconds.  My fave Cornish weather though has be the constant gales we get this time of year which blast you in the face and after several years remove any youthfullness you may have had and replaces your once bouncy skin with a leathery substance not unlike toffee.  Umbrellas are also an impossible object in Cornwall as soon as you step outside the door  being dragged inside out by the massive westery gusts, often breaking in several minutes.   The last real snow I can recall here was in 1987 (21 years ago!) snow fell from coast to coast and we had a week off school which I largely spent pelting my friends with rock hard ice balls, I remember the flakes falling through the light of the street lamps creating this amazingly beautiful effect, I also remember my dad swearing his head off at the thought of 7 days gritting, ploughing and shoveling for his employers Cornwall County Council. It would be great to see a bit of the white stuff again.

The idiots charity for 2008/2009 is Great Ormond Street  Click here to register your support for Great Ormond Street Hospital  (not a financial commitment!!)

22/11/2008 - Bloody Christmas Frenzy

My family have in the last week have descended into Christmas buying frenzy which involves alot of uneccesary shouting about lack of lists being drawn up by myself and my son.  For the record its the season of good will to all men and if that means taking it down a peg or 2 and not buying me a pressie for gods sake do it.  The frenzy has gripped my aunt strongest and is now on some insane mission to replace an umbrella from Marks and Spencer in Hayle which is the wrong bloody colour or something.  Speaking of the season of joy and violent stomach cramp, following the recent Penglaz spat in the Montol festival group I am in the process of making a third town 'oss provisionally called "Pentwat" made of old bits of fence post and carved in a amatuerish and sloppy way.  It is my firm hope that I will complete this in time to bring it out in the near future. If you want to look at a real nice 'Oss then please come along to see the real Penglaz emerge at the Montol festival (December 20th at 10pm Chapel Street Penzance) this will be the first outing of the 'Oss as represented by the Penglaz Co-operative .

As the darkness of Midwinter approaches and we think of light emerging from darkness may I also add that it is my firm hope that my downstairs neighbours does not erect their Blackpool sized illuminations this year as it interferes with my freeview reception on all channels except e4.  Which means watching endless repeats of Friends or Family Guy DVD's.

Nadelik lowen re'gas bo!

Here is an angry Geman Kid who reminds me of someone who shall remain nameless

21/11/2008 - Rail prices up, sanity levels down.

19/11/2008 - Bi-Polar Stupid Crap

I  promised myself one blog entry a day to keep me thinking and mentally well but, unfortunately my Bipolar disorder crap has started and I find myself in what shrinks call a mixed state.  A mixed state for those who have never had one is a cross between depression and being manic, you are depressed but in a kind of mania about trying to find your way out of the depression which you know you can't because you are depressed and think all life is crap - confusing eh.   The best thing about real bi-polar disorder is the highs which make me incredibly creative for a short while making me produce about a year's work in 12 hours.  I also take stupid personal risks during this time, for example spending large volumes of cash and ending up with debt collectors banging the door down, dubious attractions to people I shouldn't be attracted to, grand public statements that are intended to offend, winding my family up for no reason, giving up jobs because "I am not being pushed around by tossers", the list is endless.  By the time I hit a depressed state I feel incredibly guilty and ashamed of myself, in particular the sense of failure is overwhelming and I seek to hide until I am at least a little forgotten, in fact twice in that last 4 years I have disapeared.  So if I have

1. Made an outlandish public spectacle of myself in front of you
2. Not made contact  with you for ages
3. Complained about the endless hopelessness of the world
4. Abused my body in anyway (smoking 40 fags in 2 hours, Drinking 5 Special Brew in a session, eating like a pig or starving myself) in front of you
5. Said something deeply personal about you that made you wince.

I apologise and please realise its not me but this thing that has taken over me.  When did all of this start?I don't know but I can point to several reasons why. Depression is very much more common in diabetics, also I have had a serious of very stressful events over 10 years which I have developed a false sense of  failure about my life which is clearly not true.  Because of my upbringing I can also say that I was never given a stress coping mechanism because my home life was a good one, faced with bad people, bad situations and the like I think aged 21 my brain just went pop.  I  have also been brainwashed at some point by a cult masquerading as a church, this has produced a tremendous self loathing in me even now and I have an intense hatred for people who use such methods. 

So there it is.  Tommorow I am starting cognitive therapy with a shrink and I am hoping that this will make a difference to my life.

To finish here is a video of a dramatic lemur.

18/11/2008 - I'm a celebrity drop a bomb on me

1. Get a couple of gays and maybe a lesbian
2. A couple of fit birds that will make a few quid from nuts magazine after the event
3. A series of borderline pshychopaths
4. A fat loud woman who says she is "crazy man"

The for the next 6 years the entire output of all 4 Channel 4 channels are devoted to 24 broadcasts of gay number 2 fighting with nutter number 4 or fat woman number 2 having a dump.  This is all nicely edited for the 10pm show which tries to fix the vote from the very start., creating villains and heroes out of who pissed in the shower or who drank who's milk, a bit like a student house but with less indie music.

Because the whole thing is essentially 12 people trapped in a room the TV execs need to spice up the intense boredom by making them twat around in the garden in stupid costumes - A bit like subuteo its a knock out.  On occasions they have also been known to put up bars between contestants, create artificial master ruler relationships and have even let ginger people take part.  Most annoying of all is the string of behind the scenes shows that follow on ITV45 or More4 all introduced by Justin Lee Collins or a CITV reject - Just fuck off I really dont care.

I used to be able to watch I'm a celebrity for one reason only - Ant and Dec do seem to very funny and love to revel in the torture of their celebrity guests.  However in recent times ITV have decided to raise the gross stakes to unbeliable levels, so unless you want to watch Sulu from Star Trek being pissed on by a giraffe I suggest you retune to something else.

Here is a compilation of the day to day best bits - Satire at its best

18/11/2008 - Gwavas Father of the Year 2008

The Following Entries have been submitted to the Village Idiots "Gwavas father of the year competition"

17/11/2008 - You're just like you used to be!

Someone said this to me at the weekend and at to be honest I don't know if I should take this as a compliment or not. For a start when I look back to my teenage years I was essentially a morose, egotistical , snobby bastard. If at the age of 36 I am still that person I would frankly be looking for a cliff to chuck myself off. My life experiences have been pretty diverse and if I am still a church going git snogging my girlfriend in the lower playground at break time then frankly what was the fucking point? It would be nice however if I was 12 stone again had a full head of hair and didn't have to scrape a razor over my face twice a day. Moving forward I am now in the position of not knowing what the hell to do with the rest of my life, I haven't got a job to speak of even though money does occasionally drip in from various sources I would like to defeat my last personal demon - money. The idea for this blog was in fact to teach myself to write in entertaining and amusing way and perhaps use this skill to get employment some how. I have actually never written with an audience in mind which is probably why there is so much swearing and moaning in this blog. Lastly tonight is full council which means I have to sit opposite my ex while she glowers at me for 3 hours wishing I was dead and planning her next way to screw me over.  For those of you looking for archive of my blog its actually on the increasingly crap Blogger www.reedgunner.blogspot.com Here is Rage against the machine giving you some advice.