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..anyway, with The Great Hadron Collider (American financed) the probability is we'll all go back to year zero...

Before I went on VR Monday night, I was on YIM, to both thank a Lady and share her cam, with another friend, someone rather special to me. As a ‘thank you’ for a kindness shown, I wanted to send the ‘Lady’ a photo, taken by an artist friend.

Just not possible. Round about the same time, I tried to send a particular image to my ‘special’ friend. Just not possible.

It transpires that both ladies had Vista on their laptops. Well, when my ‘special’ friend went on her desktop, she was able to receive the pic, no problem.

So I sent an email to the ‘Lady’, with her ‘present’, with the message in the title bar, “Don’t open this in Vista.”

Thus far, to my knowledge, this is not an isolated incident and certainly explains why I’ve not been able to sent images, or films to one or two people I know.

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“Damn vista!”

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Joli
06:00 Feb 29 2008

Word has it that your non-special friend was able to open the image and found it very cool. ;)

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I spent much of yesterday trying to get an application form, ‘just right’, as I am finding that unemployment is starting to really wear on me. Then shortly before bed, at I had sat to write, with a pair of hairdressing scissors on my back pocket. Needless to say, I had scratched myself, quite badly. I managed to somehow scratch myself quite deeply, the wrong way: or, the right way, if you actually want to kill yourself that is. I stepped it from opening up, with compression and elevation, then continued on to write until about 3:00 a.m.

Needless to say, I was a tad bog-eyed in the morning. Gut, it was a beautiful sunny day and I had to be up, to hand-deliver the application, so they’d have it before the deadline of the 28th This I’d done, with a small mishap on the way.

Now I’m allowed up to eight Solpodol a day: I’d taken four in the morning: and it’d had only been when I’d been homeward bound did I realise just how ‘spaced-out’ I actually was. Still, I got home okay. So all was well.

It had been a good evening, seeing friends I hadn’t in a long time, so I hadn’t minded a walk to the station in the rain.

I made it to Birkenhead, in time for 'The Last Train', just.

I managed to walk from King Street, Wallasey to the station in about 25 mins.

(About 3-4 miles) Now, that is good going!

..in an effort to seek distraction, from a feeling of helplessness, I had a smoke, (tobacco) apple-pie and then tortilla wraps and spinach & retired to watch the news. Not necessarily in that order. It seems, a child’s body was found yesterday, in the grounds of an old care home in Jersey, which they’d been investigated after allegations of abuse. And, the police are talking of the possibility of more bodies.

Oh boy and ‘they’ call ours a caring society?

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ladygoddessaries
05:25 Feb 24 2008

Sad isnt it~

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Neil Kendrick: will you still like me?

***** ******: Of course

***** ******: no doubt in my mind

Neil Kendrick: hmmmmmmm...

***** ******: you don't think so?

Neil Kendrick: I'd hope so..

***** ******: Of course........silly

Neil Kendrick: I recall someone taking Prozac

***** ******: Silly silly Neil

..no-one has yet to give me an answer I can understand as to why somewomen take pride in calling themselves a 'bitch.'

..why be proud of being as nasty as some of the men these women condemn?

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darkicewolf
17:43 Feb 22 2008

I call my self a bitch, for the fact at times, I can be cold and curl. also very honest. I'm not all ways a bitch, and it can be used in many ways, its how the person(s) fill like using it.

Sometimes being a bitch is a good thing.

I hope I help a little?

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DeathNotes
21:12 Feb 22 2008

Because some women are bitches. They are little girls with no concept of what it is to be respected. They probably also have little prospect of ever being entitled to the title of "woman", so they go with what they can get, "bitches".



I personally am a woman, do not call me a bitch unless you really want to see one. :)

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Remedy
11:31 Feb 25 2008

I think the reason some take pride in calling themselves bitches is the feeling of rebellion that they get! Teehee. I guess some people just aren't bad ass enough for their own tastes and thus need to call themselves a rude name such as "bitch" or "asshole."

It's also a bit of a dog-eat-dog thing. (If you'll excuse the pun.) The thought that if you be the bigger bitch first, the other people won't give you any trouble. The same principle as a teacher coming into a school; they gotta start off mean, else the kids would stomp the poor teacher to death. =P

And then there is just those that truly are bitches, and though they may not take pride in calling themselves it, it is kind of a truth. Perhaps they've just accepted it.

*giggles* I, however, have never done anything that could possibly get me called a bitch....Ever! *polishes halo* =P

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I wanted to acquire through Laz, or draw, a hearse for Fizbop. Hands can't. Now when I arrive, it's a snidey pop at 'Neil', or a then today, a disappearing act, like today in the vampbox, when I told Laz of the film...

..last night I slept well, too well. Though this morning I edited, then put a little film on dailymotion of my journey on the ferry cross the mersey. so I'm pleased with that!

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the link should soon be on the profile..

******* ******: so you try to cut your fingers off??

Neil Kendrick: only slightly.

Neil Kendrick: enough to throb like f***

******* ******: shakes head....

******* ******: do I have to go and put metal gloves on your hands?

Neil Kendrick: probably

Neil Kendrick: though..

Neil Kendrick: I got no blood in the carrots

Neil Kendrick: so its all good

******* ******: rofl

And here’s a tip: don’t get hyper doing voluntary work. After an afternoon’s intense conversation, I got the Ferry to Liverpool and went to voluntary work, where I made a good effort at slicing the top of my finger off. As it was, I thrust it in salt, stopped the bleeding and got back to work. Funny, I’m really tired now, as I write that.

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I did get home in time to see the first episode of ‘The Sarah Connor Chronicles.’

So, it’s all good.

..I had one of those silly runaround days, where nothing seems to het done, whle you're busy doing it. Ah well. Tomorrow I go help my agoraphobic friend shopping. Then, onto voluntary work. It'll be good to feel useful and constructive. You know??

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Vampirewitch39
13:20 Feb 21 2008

Its kind of like a puppy chasing it tail. :) *hugs*

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LAZARUSAD:

19:43:52 - Feb 19 2008

wet wire implants are the shiet, good bye Xbox, hello cortex!!

..I spent a sunny morning inside a MRI scanner, having my wrist scanned.

A sci-fi set: it’s what it was like.. like, going into a noisy womb.

Though if its not explanatory enough, it’s a camera in the wrist.

..Yet, I'd worked myself up with fear at the idea.. and when it actually 'came to pass', it wasn't half as bad as I'd thought it might be.. but boy, did I doze fast, when I relaxed.

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LadyChordewa
01:35 Feb 19 2008

Glad to hear it wasn't as bad as you thought.

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Drakontion
08:03 Feb 19 2008

Glad it turned out ok hun =)

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RedQueen
08:37 Feb 19 2008

ditto...lol

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KamarillaKaine
14:32 Feb 19 2008

yikes ! a noisy womb ..... scary :)



and i too am glad that it wasnt so bad ...

look forward to hearing the results !!!

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EnlightenedxDarkness
20:43 Feb 19 2008

*big hugs*



Wish I could have given you some of those before you went!

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crowgirl
23:38 Feb 19 2008

I had an MRI/catscan on my head when I got whacked with a hockey stick. It was like an exceptionally noisy giant polo mint. 0.o



And yeah, I nodded off too. Weirdest dream! lol. Glad it wasn't as bad as you thought it was gonna be hunny.

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I remember digging the beginnings of a tunnel, with some other lads when I was younger.. and I remember it caved in on me.. and my Father pulled me out by my legs. Thing is, my Mother doesn’t recall this.. and my Father seems indecisive.

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Now they’re about forty years older than me and do I recall it happening.

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Tomorrow, I’m going to Arrowe ParkHospital and one of “those chambers” for an MRI. And by the tone of my scribbling, give a guess who’s not looking forward to it?

In 1976 my Gran died, who I had been helping care for through her senile dementia

Upon her death, I began with Bebington Voluntary Services, with Will Redfern.

I then began basic care-work, as a volunteer at Bebington H.P.U. Next I worked as a temporary attendant with the transport ‘ambulances’.

Finding work with Social Services as a temporary Care Assistant, I worked at Arrowe Hall, a residential home, that provided respite care. I worked with those over sixteen, downstairs, with a wide-spectrum of ‘special need’ groups, with some form of physical and mental disadvantage – including autism.

At Arrowe Hall I generally worked ‘mornings’- 8-2; though I also worked ‘afternoons’ and some ‘lates.’

Later, at Girtrell Court, a residential and day Centre, I worked with a similar client group, in a semi-‘home’ environment, going on the group holiday one year.

In both ‘homes’, client confidentiality was paramount.

Since 1999 I have been a committed community volunteer, at a soup kitchen in Toxteth, Liverpool, providing a hot meal every Thusday evening, for a set time of 7:30 p.m. Whether I am working, or not; my voluntary work is important to me – as it enables me to ‘make a difference.’

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HellaciousRose
16:21 Feb 16 2008

I admire you for doing voluntary. I did some for an abused women & childrens refuge.



It's not easy working in residential care, as that is my profession too. I just finished my NVQ's, & now heading for district nursing.



I have messed up my back terribly doing it though, & dont know how much longer I'll be able to carry on in this profession.

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xxEmaeraldxx
17:44 Feb 17 2008

Every year I always try to find time to help make a difference in someone's life, and it sounds like you are doing a lot. Your work is commendable and the time that you devote. Well done :) We need more people like you in the world..

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lolitamarie
00:09 Feb 19 2008

Your voluntary work does more for humankind than some people's real job ever will. You are my hero.

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Neil Kendrick: some things in Life

Neil Kendrick: don't change...

*********************: true

Neil Kendrick: like Spam

*********************: Eww

Neil Kendrick: I just accidentally typed my password into Yahoo

Neil Kendrick: and encountered a female version of me.

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Oceane
00:46 Feb 22 2008

female version of you?

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I have some re-evaluation to do.

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It two people apply for the same job.. and one has to still turn round 20 yers later and admit a cannabis related charge, who's going to get the job??

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I work with people.. always have.. I'm good at it..



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In 1989 my life fell apart, when my partner of four years left me for my best friend: and, when the offence as described, ‘conspiracy to supply cannabis resin’ had occurred I was ‘on the sick’ suffering stress.

My life had fallen apart – and what happened was in part a consequence of that life-changing event. Yet, all of the was in the past.

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Unfortunately.. it still seems relevant today and the sentence seems endless.

So how can one ever be rehabilitated in the eyes of the law, so one can find employment??

In response to me dwelling on my crappy new, a nice lady passed on some enlightening words I should have recalled from confidence class, entitled, 'Change Your Thoughts.'

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On one level it will be useful to eacquaint myself wth teachings I have forgotten.

but, the things that arn't within my control are the things I have a problem with, right now.

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though grant you, these words will be useful, as they will reinforce what I can do, for me.

Come the mail, there was another rejection in the post. Needless to say, my mood wasn’t good, as I’d thought I’d done quite well in that last interview and as I’d held the letter in my hand I’d felt rather cold, on a sunny day.

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A sunny day, another walk. Yes, why not?

Take a slice of Stoneground wholemeal bread, or two. Smear one side liberally with tuna and mayo spread: I used Princes Spread. Then when you assemble your sandwich, or foldup, stick to some frosted flakes, own brand will do, (or Kellogs) adhere to the tuna and mayo, apply other layer, or fold and eat. Perhaps it’s the maize? But, boy-oh boy, those two went together surprisingly well.

After suggesting to someone in the Vampbox that there was no way she should be bored, or lazy, I took myself the walk I’d been promising that I’d be going on for well over twenty minutes, on a sunny day. I went to Raby Mere and even found someone to take my photo for me, as I sat on the wall around the Mere.

Then on my return, I saw a young lady cross the road, to post a letter, ipod plugged in, which I had found distinctly ironic, as one of the things I liked about that walk was the sound of the courting Bluetits, the sound of the Blackbird, the birdsong.

And beside that, I was thinking, if she were to cross the road and a car came along, she wouldn’t hear it…

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Poor girl.

It is a sunny day as I write, one of the best we've enjoyed this year so far.

I know I sound like I dislike all anti-teenager sometimes. It's not all of them. But on days like yesterday when I'm downtown, I look at them and wonder what went wrong, for so many; as I was brought up to show respect for my elders and society. And maybe that's part of it?

I was brought up well!

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I'm soon to enjoy a walk.

Neil Kendrick: jessica1515

Neil Kendrick: just messaged me

***** ******: is that the scam artist?

Neil Kendrick: I figure so..

Neil Kendrick: and just reported her as such.

***** ******: good

Neil Kendrick: if she was 'real'

Neil Kendrick: she is telling the same story as many phishing emails I have read.

Neil Kendrick: weird lot

Neil Kendrick: how can you be diagnosed manic depressive

Neil Kendrick: then not

Neil Kendrick: twenty years later

Neil Kendrick: 'coz it's useful??

Well, this afternoon’s interview went better than last time, thank frell.

Then I walked down past the park, enjoying the warm sunlight on my face.

I had walked down to town, feeling good, dressed smart, in a blue suit, white shirt and a smile. I knew then and there that I’d done alright. Maybe not brilliant, but alright.

If I’d had a gripe, it had been the teeming hellspawn in town: the disrespectful, arrogant teens who can make life Hell, for society.

They call it school holiday’s, whereas judging by the behaviour of some of them I saw today, I would have said that Birkenhead’s Hellmouth had been opened.

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Just where has respect gone now?

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crowgirl
00:23 Feb 12 2008

All teens nowadays are born without it. Seems that gene got cut out somewhere along the line.



And........you think they're bad enough sober? Try 'em when they've been drinking *white lightening* 0.o I swear to God.......::twitch::

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An admission of stupidity is hard.

Well here we go. Here is one. I recall a policeman saying to me after an incident

when scissors where held to my throat by a smackhead, "Have you ever thought of contacting the Samaritans?"

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Well, recently I fell for an online scam.

I only know this for a fact, as her email

address is listed as such.. yet, I had my doubts.

Why didn't I follow them through?

'Lonliness', plain and simple.

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As it is, there's a blag artist on VR.. and her email address is jessica1515@hotmail.com

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Web Results 1 - 1 of 1 for jessica1515.hotmail.com. (0.16 seconds)



NO-SPAM | Action against spam.

... .plaferzysta9949@wp.pl

superuser4918@o2.plapelowal

8384@poczta.onet.plantymilitaryzm

3917@hotmail.comjessica1515@hotmail.com

bankietowac6976@o2.pladamem7752 ...

156.17.100.89/~krzys/antek/nospam/fake/

all.php?x=27075 - 40k - Cached - Similar pages

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I have tried my own email address and

knew this was possible on Google.

Go on, try it.. Google your email address

and see where you've been!

In the case of scam artists, you may well

find the answers you don't want to know.

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Drakontion
20:13 Feb 11 2008

*hugs*

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PrincessChild
23:26 Feb 11 2008

I Googled my email address and No results found is that a good thing? I am not sure , I Thought it would have at least told me about my email account

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"Here I am again!"

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(says he in the middle of another job app: ~ at the end of a day spent mapping a journey, ready for tomorrows interview.)

***** ******: What kind of job are you looking for?

Neil Kendrick: last one

Neil Kendrick: support/advocate

Neil Kendrick: with the elderly

Neil Kendrick: this one

Neil Kendrick: library assistant

Neil Kendrick: special collections

Sitting here I don’t have enough weed, to get as changed as I feel I need to be.

After writing on VR, of how good I’d felt on Saturday, I’d got brought to earth quickly enough. As I had chatted to two on YIM, one lady in Nigeria wanted marriage and another, who I’ve grown to really care for, tells me she wants a break from ‘online’ life and was surprised when I’d taken it personally.

Then when I’d said I’d feel more alone, without her, she’d said “I’ll message you after work.” I feel desolate, but don’t need pity. Saying that… Deborah Jane Cooper, Valentina Elizabeth Garcia and Mtsoul77 on VR; they all disappointed me greatly.

Maybe I’m expecting too much. Maybe??

Thankfully, I ‘met’ someone on VR it has worked for and that was good to hear.

Yet, as I write this, I wonder, why did I stay up? I had spent much of the evening looking forward to my YIM chat; and not with the one seeking marriage, but with someone I’ve grown to really care for; only to end up feeling empty and alone, again.

So once again, I sit and listen to all-night radio, dwelling on all I’ve learnt and am still learning. Maybe there’s someone who wants to know me on YIM, whilst the one that I want to know wants to go offline. And I shouldn’t be listening to all-night radio.

I just learnt that the majority of suicides occur in the Spring.

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One has to wonder if it was bound to happen? Was it preordained? Feted to be?

Have a good day and then later it’ll turn crap? And maybe I’m waffling now?

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If I am asking that, I probably am: depression sucks & I wish I could sleep.

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Oh, to be one of those that emotions don’t touch. If I envied, I’d envy them.

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Drakontion
21:37 Feb 10 2008

Never envy someone who isn't touched by emotions.



They're empty, but they don't realise it.



And that's the saddest thing about them.

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ladygoddessaries
03:36 Feb 11 2008

Sweet Neil.. to not be in touch with your emotions simply would not make you the man you are.. Good things shall find you when you quit looking so hard..

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ladyofdragonrose
20:17 Feb 11 2008

i know how you feel Neil. and there have been times i wish i could talk to you face to face. would be wonderful if i could tell you i think your awesome and any one of them would be lucky to have you....im lucky, have you as a friend!

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Neil Kendrick: I have a problem with ex's period.

Neil Kendrick: they exist

Neil Kendrick: when they cheat

Neil Kendrick: they lose that right

***** ******: Yeah, well this particular ex is.......a tad dangerous

Neil Kendrick: so..

Neil Kendrick: kill him

***** ******: He's way ahead of me on the whole killing people thing

Neil Kendrick: so..

Neil Kendrick: catch up.

***** ******: I don't work that way

Neil Kendrick: pah..

Neil Kendrick: defence of one's self..

Neil Kendrick: 'right to bear arms'

Neil Kendrick: 'right to arm bears'

It’s been a day of Spring flowers, blue sky and the opportunity to wear a white shirt.

Yes! I wore a white shirt. In other words, the weather was mild.

I don't do mobile phones, watches, or metric.

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..although, I have worn a watch occasionally.. if I've an appointment, or interview!

..in the mail there was another rejection, from after the interview last Monday. Well, it doesn't surprise me, too much, as half way through I'd realised I may have blown it. I was so nervous, I came over as overly arrogant. Gawd, I must ensure I don't make that mistake this coming Monday.. I have job another interview.

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Drakontion
21:43 Feb 08 2008

*hugs* good luck on your job search! you can do it =)

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Remedy
22:58 Feb 08 2008

You'll do good, I know it. =D

Just relax and you'll be great.

*pulls out pom poms and begins a cheer*

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A friend of mine here, who knows so much more than me about so many things, told me Hilary Clinton had voted for the intervention in Iraq, which has cost so much, both in lives and monetary cost. And you have to respect someone who knows more than you. So I then started reading as much as possible, about the two of them, because if one of them gets to be President, it’ll affect the UK, for as the saying goes, ‘If America gets a cold Britain sneezes.’

So it seems Barack Obama’s credo is ‘America must be able to take unilateral action, the UN should not tell America what to do and America may have to be the sheriff of the free world to stand up to Russia and China.’

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Well, to this ill-informed critic, that stands like a neo-conservative Republican Hawk, rather than a liberal Democrat.

Had a 'night-in' with friends last night.

Sometimes a good evening is like a holiday ~ so, yesterday, I had a two-week holiday.

Last night, I only had to walk from Wallasey, to Birkenhead, as this time only missed the bus.. not the bus and train, like last Friday.. now that'd been a walk.

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It was only 3/4 miles, as opposed to 10 last Friday.

Just cleaned the windows.. off to voluntary work soon. just had news of an interview, next Monday

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EnlightenedxDarkness
22:48 Feb 07 2008

Good luck sweetheart!!

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It takes a lot to shock me. A great deal. Well, a week or so ago I read a report in the paper about the suicide of seven young people in Bridgend, South Wales. Then this morning on my way to buy some tobacco I picked up a Metro and found an article that totally blew my head apart. Now, another teenager has been found dead.

To quote the paper: ‘A teenage girl has been named as the 14th young person suspected of committing suicide in the same area over the past year.

Angie Fuller was found by her fiancé, Joel Williams, at their home.’

Many people consider that these young people were part of a suicide “cult”, meeting on sites such as Facebook and Bebo, which Angie Fuller also used.

‘All the victims hanged themselves, but police have ruled out a connection between the latest death and previous incidents.’ I read, then, the article continues further:

‘A task force has been set up to tackle the problem following fears of a link between many of the dead, and claims that Websites may have been involved in the tragedies.’

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I have heard a local councillor on Radio Merseyside months ago saying they would do something about the problem. It seems they haven’t been able to.

The Internet has many uses, many of them good. But, when it can lead to the deaths of so many young people, as in Bridgend, or Japan, as I’ve read of; then any good that it can accomplish is totally lost on me; and it’s worth has to be questioned.

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In the memory of Angie Fuller – May she find peace.

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Gwendolyn
13:49 Feb 06 2008

Unbelievable Neil. It does tend to make one question the good available from the internet. Seriously though, what could possibly make "children" think life was so horrible as to make them want to die!

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lolitamarie
00:16 Feb 07 2008

I do hope Ms Fuller finds peace in the afterlife. It must have eluded her in this life. This worries me. I would hope the Internet's good would far outweigh the bad that could come from it.

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ChaosBleed
09:04 Feb 07 2008

The road for young people has gotten a lot harder, innocence seems to be the first thing to go in this society.



Hope they are all at peace.

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As I sat and watched the last episode of ‘The Last Train’ on the little laptop in my room, cross-legged, I mended the tatty edging of my white jumper, I first wore when I was about sixteen: and I wondered how many would be bothered to do so.

Then once I finished my work, I left my room, to put the wool away; and stood in the doorway, looking into the living room, on a sunny day, as my Mother sat in the armchair by the television, her ankles crossed, all comfy cosey.

I stood and looked at her: and wept, at the prospect of dying alone.

She had opened her eyes and held me, as I talked of my pleasure at Ian having a good relationship; at her and Dad, having a good life together; and then I opened up about my thoughts on the past and that which has passed me by, as I’ve plodded through life, with my parents my rock.

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Joli
03:55 Feb 08 2008

You are one of the most honest diarists I have ever read. I love your open sentiments concerning your parents most of all, and "little mother" is incredibly endearing.

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Overnight the rain was hard, positively lashing down. Then just as the weather began to brighten my Father gave me a lift to Birkenhead, to drop off an application form.

And, I feel sorry for him, he is feted: every time he approaches a set of light, it turns red. Every time. Well, grant you, today one light was green. Yet, it’s such a regular occurrence, you’d think someone ‘up there’ has it in for him personally.

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During the Second World War, Spital Old Hall, to the left of Spital Station as you head down to the dam, the 21st Cheshire Regiment, a home-guard unit were stationed.

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There are a thousand stories of the past that are forgotten. And when you sit with in the car with your Father and take the time to listen, you can learn so much.

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Next door to Spital Old Hall was an animal research centre, where my Mother had worked.

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Nobby Clarke, a corporal, and two privates, one of which was also a despatch rider on motorcycles, were on the railway bridge over Ellens Lane, that led into Port Sunlight Village, taking part in a night exercise, one of three a year.

These three people held off a small platoon with smoke grenades, for many hours.

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My Father had been the young despatch rider, aged all of fourteen.

There was I taking a break from a job application form that was driving me nutso.. and hoping I could finish it so I could watch ‘C.S.I.’ and ‘Reaper’, when the phone rang. It was Karl. It seems his copy of ‘Expirydate’ had arrived. I do get credit for my bit part in the title sequence in the cast list it seems:

I am billed as ‘The French Monk.'

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CelestiaNocturne
00:29 Feb 06 2008

Congrats! Im looking forward to seeing the film, if I can get it :)

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RedQueen
01:33 Feb 06 2008

sounds slightly perverted to me- sort of like French postcards...lol

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I applied for another job..went to the doctors;

wrote a story and began another..

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Drakontion
19:38 Feb 05 2008

That sounds productive =)

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xxEmaeraldxx
22:44 Feb 05 2008

You had quite a busy day! Good luck with the job hunting :)

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***** ******: Cheer up my Neil

Neil Kendrick: I wish I could do more..

Neil Kendrick: bloody frustrating

Neil Kendrick: now the middle finger has gone all stiff

Neil Kendrick: and no smiling

Neil Kendrick: please??

I went to Karl’s and we went looking at things we wished to download: alright, that I’d wanted to download, I admit it. We’d got talking, in part about the film I’d been in before the one I just did. I only appeared in the credits, yet it was a scene I’d never viewed, till now. We went looking for ‘ExpiryDate’ & Fiona Mahr and found the 2:22 minutes clip of the title sequence: and, there I was, large as life and twice as ugly, a dying rich monk. I had been stunned, pole-axed and quite delighted.

Well, Karl had topped that by buying a copy of ‘ExpiryDate’, now available on DVD.

I'm a bit disappointed.

someone on YIM just asked me for money, 'for medicine' and..

a) I think its a blag

b) I couldn't afford someone elses's medicine's and I'm shocked she could ask.

Friday was spent well. I went to see a friend, whom I thought had ripped me off, after I’d done him quite a big favour and had told me he’d pay me off £10 a time. I was happy with that. Well I got my money, the fourth payment thus far; and then I went wandering. I called on one fellow, a bit late, then called at another fellow’s to pass on my ‘good fortune’, already knowing I’d missed public transport home. Well, its ten miles from Wallasey to Bromborough. What could I do? Walk, of course.

So that’s what I had done, in the wind and the hail and the slush underfoot.

It would have been helpful, if my shoes had been more appropriate for the walk.

But, the sky had been interesting: at one point I distinctly recall, a large duck-shaped cloud, scudding slowly, across the moonlit, dark-blue sky.

I got in at about 5:00 a.m. and boy, do I feel tired, even now…

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I always enjoy that walk. I just love the feeling of fear, as I walk through certain areas.. get a perverse sort of pleasure knowing I've come through alive.

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ladygoddessaries
00:43 Feb 04 2008

I couldnt agree more.. how I do love a good walk in a wicked place that brings your senses alive.. I couldnt agree more.

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