A letter to a star- she should be acting not bullshitting!

Dear Ms.Jackson, I was a rail worker prior to the New Labour election victory.
I remember you stood outside an LUL station cutting up a map of the system to represent the Tory plan to break up LUL into privately run companies and claiming that you would never let this happen.
You said such a carve up would be a disaster for the network and you were right: in government you did carve it up and it was a disaster.
Some management consultants got a bucket full of money but the poor old Underground got stuffed.
Did you tell us that you would protect LUL just to get elected?
Do you believe that "private public partnership" is any thing more than a way of giving public money to the crooked and incompetent?
Do you understand why workers like me will never vote for liars like New Labour again?
I am so ashamed I was once a member of your party.
Richie Maguire

As he should be remembered... before it all got nasty

Born the same year as me- a stranger journey than even mine!
he was a so talented... shame it all got so horrible

Unhappy but...

I am still all over the place emotionally and am not enjoying this period at all- but with saying that I have had some great moments of pleasure and some small triumphs.
I made tamarind balls for Herrad- a taste of her childhood combining three things that grow in Trinidad- tamarind sugar and Scotch Bonnet chilli peppers. Not enough chilli in the first batch but I know how it is done now (very easy). Next was coo-coo: cornmeal with okra. It is a dish from Trinidad's African heritage. Again much easier than I feared and I got it just how she likes it first go- which was not bad 'cos I have never even eaten it before so I was working without any idea of what "good" would be like. I served it with a tvp curry and dahl.
We got the Pakistani honey mangos (the best I have ever had)in the shops again so I am working on the taste buds and hoping the heart will follow.
Thanks for the nice words from the last moan. It does help.

Waisting oxygen.

Today it is all too much. Herrad being sick pushes me to the edge anyway. Now I am scared to go out because of the jerk. I am feeling trapped and desperate. My life feels like one big losing battle. Right now this morning I do not want to wake to another like this.
Don't worry. I have said it now and feel just a little better. If you have done-thanks for reading.

It was a huge relief to hear that Spike is not sick. He had a blocked gland and has not got cancer. It was what I believed to be true when I first noticed a little lump on his nose was not a tick or a scrape from playing. I guessed it would be nothing and rationalised it would be nothing but still when we got the news I felt like a huge weight was off my shoulders.
I have had another worry. A jerk with a big viscous dog. The halfwit moved in to the neighbourhood a few months ago. His dog is big and free running and attacked my nine year old Jack Russell bitch. The jerk then tried to attack me and has vowed to get me for saving my dog.
I have been worried shitless and find it hard to leave the house.
I am scared and angry. Mostly because he has taken me back to a place in my mind I do not want to go. I have lived in shithead's world. I can operate on that level but I am better than that. He has been reported to the police and I have been approached by neighbours who saw the prick in action.
My tension has made Herrad physically worse- MS is always made worse by stress...
Stupid fucker so he is!

CNN and BBC banned this video of murder in Iran

Worried.

I had to take Spikey to the vet today. He has a little growth on his nose. The vet thinks it is very likely be a recurrence of a benign tumour he had some years ago. He will go in to have it removed next Thursday and the offending item sent for a biopsy.
It is nothing to worry about.
Only I am worried to pieces.
Spikey is very dear to Herrad and me.