It’s sunk in. I’ve realised. My brain has been too overloaded to realise just how deep I’d dived down into the depths of the internet. I ignored others who said I would. I always do. Ah well shit happens, no point in moaning now. The subject of trolls will be written about and the best examples will be published. It’s the least I could do for you. That said, I do try to extract the slightest positive out of any negative. In this case, my kids have learned the lesson with me and they’ll not fall into the same trap. They’ve read and taken on board the lesson dads given about the net. Mini me who’s 8years old was the best pupil. We’d share the chair and read. Even he thinks his dad was stupid to reply to the trolls. I showed him Mr Ickes website and he asked-“will you be that stupid if you stay on the computer dad”? Bless. So I’ll be away from Twitter for greater periods of time as it passes. Of course, I’ll use it to share this and other stuff which might arise but that’s going to be it. There are some damn good people on there and I hope to remain in contact with many. So, a warning! If you don’t do twitter, don’t start unless it’s imperative. For me it was. It’s been like fighting with a shadow. It’s not real and you get knackered after a short while. I’m 100% certain my trolls will find another person on a mission and hop aboard their twittrain (is this a new word? Go spread) as it passes. Similar to the American hobo’s who rode for free in the outback’s of wherever. (read Catch 22).
So what do I do with my time now I’m reclaiming it? I write at my leisure and I improve as time goes by. I share the good the bad. I’ll write as long as you read. I’ll soon know by the statistics. If you go I’ll go. I have domestic duties which have fallen by the wayside. I have a 28year old camper to improve. I have friends, relatives and loved ones who need me far more than I’ve given lately. My daughters 18 tomorrow so we’re off out to spend, spend, spend. She must be loadedJ. I remember her birth and the effect it had on me. Little does she know but she’s part responsible for me being who I am. I’ve prevented history repeating itself and she’s got a great future ahead. Wifee and I have 42 years of parenting between us and have only lost 2 nights’ sleep in that time to our children. We’ve been the envy of many friends and I hope that continues for my own children. It’s all down to fresh, mountain and sea air and plenty of it. I pity city dwellers. How can they exist in a place where there’s no fresh air? The mind boggles. Unless, of course, there’s no choice.
Another major omission in my life has been music. It’s been with me every step of the way. From Showaddywaddy in the early 70’s to Will Young today. I love and live for music. If I decide to share any with you, remember each track has a meaning to me. Sorry in advance for some of the choices. You can always ignore them.
So, to all my trolls on twitter, fuck the fuck off, you sad and lonely specks of dust. My readers will get to read what I choose. It’s a fantastic lifting feeling having tens of thousands of people reading what I write. Hard to explain. One day, who knows? I’ll finish by asking you have a gweld (look) at what I my life consisted of before Steven Messham et al and The Bureau of Investigative Journalism decided to enter it, for a second time. But, with worse consequences for them, than the first.
I’d left behind all that is now before you and I want you to know, what I know to be 100% the case in this life of ours. Some humans are just, quite simply, beyond the comprehension and help of others humans. I’ve met too many and written about only one! Live long and prosper. If I can help you at no cost I will. May my blog and I be with you. Peace.
|I used to make these.|
|Looking for ghosts|
|My other thing|
|Ogwen Valley, Snowdonia|
|Bryn Estyn “down the bank”.