Sunday, 15 April
9:54 AM
Yet another good sleep, took another tablet last night, just going to use them as sleepers.
Beautiful day, early morning sunshine; clear sky and no wind.
http://ridgelawrence.com/2007/02/26/25-reasons-to-smoke-marijuana/ Yet another link to a dope site, the comments are worth reading on this one.
Today being Sunday is a day when I usually do Jack shit except eat a lot.
Has worked so far, so why change?

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then why can’t I swap a daily mirror for a Rembrandt?

The government will re -ignite debate tomorrow when it makes a second attempt to get the highly controversial Mental Health Bill on to the statute books.
If it succeeds, the bill will give doctors significantly greater power to 'section' mentally ill patients into hospital care and to force discharged patients to take their medication.

Don't do drugs. People on drugs think they are creative.
To everyone else, they seem like people on drugs.
Read the last couple of day’s entries!

Marine biologists discovered a new species of shark that walks along the ocean floor on its fins.

Most of us have microscopic, wormlike mites named Demodex that live in our eyelashes and have claws and a mouth.

The common pigeon can memorize 1,200 pictures.
Which fact is true?

All of them.

A phrase that repeats itself—like "true fact," "twelve noon," "I saw it with my own eyes"—is sometimes called a pleonasm.
At least you’ve learnt something today,
no catch it’s a free gift in the shape of a pleonasm
Or simply a gift.
More info at http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/concise.htm

Mind games shouldn’t be played on Sunday afternoons.

Good news, My 80 year old Auntie has had a successful knee operation and now will be able to conquer the stairs to her flat.

http://www.spellenservice.nl/spellen/1366-Fun%20game.html An annoying game

Later this m South African women will be able to purchase the Rapex device, marketed as the "anti-rape condom." The rapex, shaped like a female condom, is worn internally and equipped with 25 teeth in its lining. The razor-sharp teeth fasten on the attacker's penis if he attempts penetration. Since the device does no lasting damage to the attacker, it is completely legal and will sell for 1 Rand (around 14 cents) when it hits stores. The majority of women surveyed about the device said they would be willing to use it.
The inventor of Rapex, South African Sonette Ehler, a former medical technician, got the idea when a traumatized rape victim lamented to her, "If only I had teeth down there."
Hope it don’t catch on over here.
Worst nightmare,The government will re -ignite this debate tomorrow when it makes a second attempt to get the highly controversial Mental Health Bill on to the statute books. If it succeeds, the bill will give doctors significantly greater power to 'section' mentally ill patients into hospital care and to force discharged patients to take their medication.
Don't do drugs. People on drugs think they are creative.
To everyone else, they seem like people on drugs.
Read the last couple of day’s entries!
Marine biologists discovered a new species of shark that walks along the ocean floor on its fins.
Most of us have microscopic, wormlike mites named Demodex that live in our eyelashes and have claws and a mouth.
The common pigeon can memorize 1,200 pictures.
Which fact is true?
All of them.
A phrase that repeats itself—like "true fact," "twelve noon," "I saw it with my own eyes"—is sometimes called a pleonasm.
At least you’ve learnt something today, no catch it’s a free gift in the shape of a pleonasm
Or simply a gift.
More info at http://grammar.ccc.commnet.edu/grammar/concise.htm
Mind games shouldn’t be played on Sunday afternoons.
Good news, My 80 year old Auntie has had a successful knee operation and now will be able to conquer the stairs to her flat.
http://www.spellenservice.nl/spellen/1366-Fun%20game.html An annoying game
Later this m South African women will be able to purchase the Rapex device, marketed as the "anti-rape condom." The rapex, shaped like a female condom, is worn internally and equipped with 25 teeth in its lining. The razor-sharp teeth fasten on the attacker's penis if he attempts penetration. Since the device does no lasting damage to the attacker, it is completely legal and will sell for 1 Rand (around 14 cents) when it hits stores. The majority of women surveyed about the device said they would be willing to use it.
The inventor of Rapex, South African Sonette Ehler, a former medical technician, got the idea when a traumatized rape victim lamented to her, "If only I had teeth down there."
Hope it don’t catch on over here.

http://www.wonderfulinfo.com/amazing/burma.htm Interesting.

The brain's natural version of THC—has been called "anandamide," from the Sanskrit word "ananda," which means "eternal bliss" or "supreme joy."
Read more… http://www.smart-publications.com/articles/MOM-mechoulam.php

http://www.guardian.co.uk/drugs/0,,178206,00.html This page holds a lot of info about drugs in Britain.

When I get bored in company, I look around the room and think of ways to kill myself with what I see.
Just read a few lines; stating that language was developed because of the need to lie.
We are living in a society where fear is used to control and we are teaching out children that drugs and sex is basically bad for them; telling them they will suffer in the end, (whenever that is).
I think children should be told the truth; they are a totally different breed to when we, or our parents, were kids.
The work ethic and religion guided our parents and people of my generation were conditioned by the evil television.
Kids nowadays have so much information available that they soon learn that their parents are tricking them into accepting their own beliefs and therefore kids do drugs.
Simple as that.
Perhaps not, but we should be more truthful with each other and not take notice of television shows which show a few crinklies who have hardly taken a toke in decades.
The talk to Frank initiative cost £9 million. The information given is biased and in parts completely inaccurate.
More and more of us have the means to communicate via computer so why isn’t there more positive sites on the web.
I don’t wish to see a rash if sites spring up penned by youngsters who have only taken cannabis for a short while, there are us out there who have used the drug for decades.
Some I presume have not spent all their lives being a square peg.
I remember giving someone some gear and her telling me her father would be bringing in some gear for her when he visited, sure enough he did; would be a cold day in hell before mine did such a thing, however hard I may plead.
I admit to being a little frightened at the latest attempts to link Cannabis with mental health problems; from little seeds mighty oaks do grow.
The crinklies are all set to demand better living conditions for the old, well we are all getting older and I for one would like to carry on using the herb for medicinal and recreational purposes.
The herb is grown worldwide unlike some of the origins of the more, undoubtedly harmful class A drugs,
the supply of which is so well meshed within the politics of certain countries as to make any attempts to diminish supplies futile.

Seems crazy to me that I live in a society which allows youngsters to experience alcohol so easily at such young stages in their development,
yet turns a blind eye to the problem.
To be drunk in public normally only qualifies one to be told off by the police,
get it up and fuck off home.
The pubs are the same, you’ve got drunk spent your money,
filled our tills and paid the wages, now fuck off home and do your worst.

Hands up how many youngsters would have an alcohol free party, soft drinks only, if they were allowed to smoke the weed.

If I had kids, and thank god I haven’t I would let them try cannabis on one occasion and let them try alcohol on another occasion and let them decide.
Perhaps some other truths would become easier to tell if the youngsters felt they were been treated with respect.
For example, America is not the be all and end all of the world.
America is riddled with faults and we are wrong to blindly accept their direction in life
O.k. if the authorities are still going to argue that Cannabis, you notice I talk of Cannabis and nothing else, I have little long-term knowledge of other drugs.
If they are still undecided as to the possible harmful affects of Cannabis, then how much information do they need?
There is and always has been an overwhelming amount of data on the harmful and financial problems associated with alcohol but little has been done to curb its hold on progressive generations.
If the Government has been forced to take more notice of the silver section of society because of sheer numbers then surely there will be sufficient numbers in the generations of people who support the decriminalisation of the weed.
Lets stop fucking about and accepting anything that is offered on the streets and tell the people in power we want change.
Only takes a few politicians to poke their heads out of the chicken hut and say they agree to get things moving.
Hell if my future is to sit in a urine stinking room with other aged bods staring at a television I want personal sounds and good quality gear.
We have gamers, music freaks, sci- fi enthusiasts so why not stoners.
Want to make a huge amount of money for charity?
Have a 24 hour stoned TV. I ain’t talking out of it just as merry as they want to be.
Would make the news a bit cheerier.
Who would you most like to see stoned?
I’d have loved to see old Spike on the weed, I wonder if he ever took it for his depression?
I suppose Jesus at the feast of the Passover would be a sketch, of has Monty done it already.
The world is such a sick and disheartedly cold, painful, and at times surreal place to live that to waste the power of the weed to supply a brief interlude from the everyday madness would be a sin.
There’s a whole generation out there, you know who you are, who have decided they are too old to fight the youngsters to reclaim the towns and cities so they have decided to
Remain behind locked doors and pursue whatever they want to with the aid of a few smokes either each day to control pain and illness or simply on a weekend to relax and unwind.
Doesn’t it sound so harmfless when put like that?

Why does this old twat keep banging on about it?
Because the same legalise movements exist today were around in the 70’s and they have failed to make any difference.
Thing is after smoking the weed for 30 years or more I can still take it or leave it.

Daftest thing is I’m not asking for it to be legal, just stop braying the fucking doors down of people who may enjoy a half ounce each week.

Britain is fast becoming the black sheep of the community.
We need action now.

The European community has told out leaders to put their house in order and no progress is being made;
we once again follow stupid trends set by the Yanks.

I must have been one of the few people who woke up to see the 9/11 and think it was a repeat of the previous night’s film.
I watched for perhaps an hour in total but did pick up on one piece of information,
6 people in the vicinity, when approached were found to be carrying fake I.D.cards.
Yet we intend to follow their lead.

We let MacDonald’s and the other shit companies in to Britain,
we screen American TV, Music channels and accept their computers even though they are out of date before installed.
Our kids live to emulate their traits and our society is becoming supersized to accept their ideas.

Fuck ‘em I say.

George Bush,
Biggest disaster to hit America and the world.

I laugh to myself; I was planning on writing this crap till August and then releasing it a day at a time.

But the yanks do have strict rules on alcohol consumption by the underage;
yet allow school children access to weapons of violence.
They have spawned a generation who believe they will all become famous and live the life of their heroes in palatial mansions surrounded by fast cars, wearing jewellery and sporting guns from every available orifice.

The truth is the kids have no chance.
Do we want that for our children?
Tell ‘em the fucking truth; you get nowt for nowt.


What pisses you off?
Come on drop me a line and I’ll compile lists of what bugs the most;
any references to my good self will be dealt with in the usual manner.

I live in a society which struggles to get its youngsters through school with the ability to do simple sums and read and write.
Perhaps that is what the leaders are aiming for.
Just like in the old days when the population was seen as merely factory or cannon fodder ruled by the upper classes.
Do I love my country? am I proud to be British?
To be honest no.

O.k. before you all say well fuck off them.
I surely would, accommodation and perhaps even an occupation in Holland and I would be on the next ferry,
all possessions gladly left behind.

I recall appearing before the magistrates on a drug cultivation charge and being told by the judge that if I wanted to live my life in a certain way I should move to another country.
I wish I could.

The only hassle I had in Amsterdam was crossing the road; after trying out several shops, crossing the road posed problems; solution was to wait for a crowd and cross together.
Or hail a Buick and travel in style.

On second thoughts keep the herb illegal because I’ve noticed that the up and coming generation think that mixing dope with alcohol is the way to go and unfortunately they are completely wrong.
Totally wrong,

Drink or smoke but don’t seriously try the two together.

Swings and roundabouts.

Uppers and downers don’t mix, we found that out in the 70’s and 80’s and come to think about it in the 90’s.

I was in a bus shelter one day in the company of two, unknown young girls;
I sat and rolled a joint, they watched then agreed they must try that one day,
Very matter of fact,
I asked their age, 15; they had been drinking in pubs and nightclubs for a couple of years but never tried Cannabis,
I was amazed and told them by all means try it before deciding alcohol was the be all and end all.
I have picked up a hitchhiker, a moth is fluttering around the halogen desk lamp,
I presume it won’t last too long.

Sunday the day of rest, the Lord’s Day, yeh! Sunday roast, bingo in the club, second-rate entertainment on the night, Happy hours in the pubs, possibly struggling group perched on the mantelpiece to amuse and entertain you.

Or an afternoon spent in female company listening to uninterrupted sounds.

Digging the garden, mowing the lawn, cleaning the car, getting things ready for Monday morning and the return to work.

Or an afternoon spent in female company listening to uninterrupted sounds.

Fuck the dinner!

Spend the whole day in female company listening to uninterrupted sounds.
Joints ready rolled to avoid disappointment.

A lot more people are realising that quality of life is better than bank balance;
time spent with one’s family is premium time.

To all this getting ready for work tomorrow I wish you all the best and hope you achieve all you have ever dreamt off.

I was the only offspring from a family of the late 50’s, my parents decided one was enough and tried to give me the best possible start in life by sheltering me from the everyday dirge of survival and instilling in me the ethic that if I worked hard I could possibly escape what I saw all around me.

Hell I had a deprived childhood only goslings piglets, rabbits, chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs, cats and heifers for pets.
I lived in a ghetto, a village, a time warp ruled by scholarly folk and religious timetables.

It’s eleven twenty and I’m listening to the kids playing up the road. 11:23:31 PM!
Surely not all the parents are in the pub.

I envy the kids of today, their opportunities and fantastic compared to the dull job prospects we had and the even more limited choice that our parents had.
I wept when I saw my father on open day;
I decided there and then that I would never, ever be in the same situation.
I struggled at times but kept clear of the trap,
even when mortgage and family were heaped over my head.

I must admit I didn’t have the media and peer pressure to conform to buying in to the latest trends. I
’ve always been retro and with the advent of the charity shop my fashion needs are well catered for.
I sit now, half a bottle gone; would I have preferred a smoke?
Of course I would but none in town.

In my last house I had a music room 20-foot square and last Xmas there was 26 members of the family present on Boxing Day.
I looked around the room,
I had lightly touched on a few lives but never tried to influence any;
I wish I’d tried harder.

Perhaps the talkative guy who smoked dope may have an impact in their later lives
but I doubt it.

Perhaps I’m wrong to claim each day as my own and to take time out of each for myself,
to ponder, wonder and try to make sense of what is basically a huge fuck up as far as society goes.
He who thinks too much gets his reward, a huge headache.

Today is a turning point for me, I an going to live a life which is mine, to be not envious of anyone else, to be not based on anyone, simple uncomplicated life of existence, nothing more.

One day I’ll come across or even meet a woman who has a job, with only a couple of years to go to full pension.
(Yes kids a pension, think about that),
her own secluded house, preferably with cellar and garden.
A woman who likes to try different things, listen to different sounds and enjoy meeting different people
A woman who regards herself as being an individual and doesn’t want to become a slave, not that I’m looking for a Dom, even though I wouldn’t object but it’s a hard facet to keep up.

I want a woman who loves to feel younger as the years are Lapped away with a practised tongue.
Life is what you make it.

How many times have I heard those words?
Life is, in fact just that, whatever you decide to make it; and fuck the rest.

Perfect woman?

No such animal.
A woman is precious because of her individuality, not her beauty or ability to provide cash and meals on the table.
A woman who can stand tall and command respect in any type of company is one to admire.
A few years ago it would have been a woman with own boat and ability so shell muscles,
later I wanted a hor in bed, now I simply seek a companion to grow old with.

I’ve only once in my life had someone who wanted me as a companion and soul mate, unfortunately she mentioned marriage and I was off.
If I remember right I gave my goodbyes with her bent over the upstairs’ washbasin on her wedding day;
I had forgotten to get a present!

We come that close to getting married, but after a night’s talking we realised we didn’t trust each other.
At all.
I realise once again that tomorrow has come and I must stop.

So good night to you all and as Dave would say, “may your God go with you”.