Apologies to anyone who has not been able to access the blog this morning. The usual happened; I was working on the latest post and my site went down. When I rang my hoster they maintained that I had run out of space and needed to hand over yet more cash to get back online and continue blogging…
I’ve agreed to be fleeced once more, so I’m up and running once again, but I really cannot afford to keep doing this. I am not working for the Welsh Gov’t as a Commissioner for the Wellbeing of Future Generations, neither do I have a job with Public Health England promoting public health campaigns that do not work and never will work, so I cannot just keep splashing the cash.
There is much more that I want to get up on the blog though…
Perhaps I should arrive in Primrose Hill with my handcart painted with the slogan ‘Gardens dug, chimneys swept, academic articles and books written, along with online exposes of paedophile rings that never existed’ or ask Julia Hobsbawm if she needs a cleaner.
Alternatively I could enter the sex work business as Dafydd and Gwynne were so keen that I should decades ago. I am still living up to Dafydd’s diagnosis of ‘attractive and seductive’ although these days, being 56 (not ‘of a certain age’, I am 56), I have to qualify the ‘attractive and seductive’ bit with ‘for my age’, in the way that the Queen Mum and Gracie Fields were Marvellous for their age.
Should I enter the sex industry, I will not be working for foul old Top Doctors or indeed anyone else, I will set up in business myself. I will have to employ younger staff obviously, but unlike Cynthia Payne, my establishment really will be fun for all and will not have a hotline to Dafydd and Gwynne’s Gang and employ anyone who might have been put under pressure to work in the sex trade. Neither will it be a networking base for Top Docs, lawyers, judges etc to get each other out of trouble when they get caught molesting children or sexually assaulting people. So I will no doubt be raided by the police and shut down very quickly, unless of course I offer a free shag to the police themselves. That was the way that it worked in Bangor Police Station back in the Good Old Days of 1986. Dafydd doesn’t know that I knew that but yes, I did know.
Should I set up in the sex trade, I do not wish to be bothered by Wimmin who are telling me that I am being exploited, because I can name many Wimmin involved in such ‘campaigning’ who knew what was happening to us at the hands of Dafydd and Gwynne who really were not interested. It’s why the Greenham Wimmin were so hostile to me but I didn’t realise that at the time.
The founder of the Greenham Wimmin was of course that Nice Lady Doctor from south Wales who was just so committed to Justice and Peace and her poor old heart broke when she heard about those nukes and ooh she’d do anything to get rid of them as well as Thatch. Well anything that included marching through small Welsh towns, giving interviews in media outlets that were run by men who were actively involved in sexual abuse or protecting those who were or just banging on about Changing The World. Not anything that involved exposing Thatch’s mates Peter Morrison, George Thomas, Jimmy Savile etc…
Now I think that I know why Jill Evans MEP was so fucking rude to me when I met her a few years ago. Never mind Jill, carry on with the Strong Green Woman bit, for God’s sake don’t admit that you and the Sisters knew about the carnage in north Wales.
So I’ll continue blogging until my hoster cuts me off (again) and then I’ll have to have a think. If I do have to stop blogging, the blog posts that are already up will remain online, I’m OK for maintaining what is already here, it is just the constant requests to shell out more money every week that are a problem. I don’t do twitter or anything else online, but people are always welcome to e mail me if I the blog comes to a halt and falls silent
Meanwhile perhaps the Gang could forward me the Royalties that I am owed for the porn pics that were taken when I was in Denbigh without my knowledge or permission and then flogged.
BTW, should a very special customer be interested in using the services provided by my brothel, a very special customer who demanded such discretion that my career was destroyed and one of my friends was murdered because I would not drop my complaints about Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist, in view of the previous conduct of this very special customer, I will be following a policy of not offering him services. I can’t have my staff put in danger Sir, if you get my meaning. When people say no, I am someone who actually accepts that as an answer.