It's a bitter pill to swallow, when your partner of nearly 15 years, tells you, you need counselling for having certain political opinions...
Thursday, 30 June 2016
Wednesday, 27 April 2016
My Perfect Profile.
Hello, my name is Matt, I live (and was born) in Brighton and I'm a writer.
At 45 years, I've got the spirit of a 20 year old, a beer belly of a hippo and the will to succeed of a persevering penguin!
A family man with two young kids, a daughter aged 10 and a son aged 6, I've got my hands full keeping them entertained and nurtured.
I've got a good relationship with my ex and see her most days.
I'm looking for a beautiful lady to create a lasting relationship with. Its a shame my relationship with my kid's mother never worked out. I often think how it all went wrong and can only surmise that she lost faith in me and came to see me as a liability rather than an asset.
I warned her when we first met that I'm not your ordinary guy.
Born into a single parent family I've always stood up to the plate and have taken responsibility for my family. Without a dad to show me the ropes, I forged my own path in life. Determined to fulfill all my life's ambitions I've travelled the world, became a policeman in the British army, stood in a general election, published a book and had two wonderful kids having fallen in love with a beautiful woman.
I'm lucky when it comes to the important things in life. I've got my health, a lovely family and the will to succeed.
I've never wanted to be a slave to a job and go through life making other people rich. I've got my own dreams and aspirations and would rather work for myself than anyone else.
Thankfully I've been lucky enough to do just that. (Though I'm presently working for a construction company based in Crawley at the moment.)
So lets crack on and tell you everything!
Work.
I work as a bid writer for a construction firm in Crawley. Its a new job and I'm enjoying it a lot. For the last 4-5 years I worked as a freelance copywriter, but alas I never earned enough. My ex hated me writing and never supported me while I wrote. Funnily enough, now that I'm writing for someone else and getting paid considerably more than when I wrote for myself, she seems happy enough.
Money.
Money.
I'm earning enough to support my kids and leave enough for myself. My plan for the next 5 years is to finish my e-books and sell millions and millions. By fulfilling my dreams, plans and aspirations, I'll be a multi-millionaire this time next year!
Free Time.
Free Time.
Other than going to the cinema with the kids, or taking them down the park, I love to go for long country walks. In the country, along the shoreline, wherever really. I love to get out there and explore, be it on bike or on foot. Though having said that, I equally like to potter around the house and garden. I've got big plans to make my own irrigation system. I hate the amount of water a household wastes and I've got an idea to collect and filter all waste water from the house, to water the plants and garden.
Suffice to say, I love being creative. I'm never bored and always have something to do in my free time.
Hobbies.
Hobbies.
Much like my free-time, I love being active and creative. I also like the weird and wonderful. I'm obsessed with the historical research of Alan Wilson and Baram Blackett, who repaints our ancient British history in a completely new light than what we've been taught at school. I like self help programs, like life coaching etc. I also believe in aliens and life on other planets.
Dreams & Aspirations.
Dreams & Aspirations.
Within the next 4-5 years I want to have built and be living in my own Earth-ship. Inspired by Michael Reynolds Earth-ships are self contained structures built from waste materials such as tires, glass bottles and cans. Collecting water from the roof, and recycling the water three times, from the sink, to the toilet, to the garden; to getting electricity from solar panels, to growing my own food and recycling all my waste; living in an Earth-ship is my number one dream.
Writing books, writing articles and making films. As I've already said, I love being creative.
Health.
Health.
I need to lose a few stone. Being depressed isn't good for anyone and while I hate to think I'm ever depressed, I have to admit that the break-up of my relationship has taken it's toil.
I want to be happy again. Get out running and exercising more. I eat too much and I know it. Getting fit and losing weight is my number priority in 2016.
Fitness.
Fitness.
Having been in the British army I know what it means to be fit and I'm looking forward to doing more circuit training, running and getting active with my kids and new partner.
Movies.
Movies.
One of my favourite movies is Galaxy Quest. I love the idea of space-ships and space travel being real, now. Other favourite movies include Dredd, Star Wars, Superman, Batman, Iron Man 1,2,3, Something about Mary and School of Rock.
Books.
Books.
I love horror, thrillers and fantasy. My favourite author has got to be Stephen King, closely followed by Dean R Koontz, Peter James, Raymond E Feist, James Herbert (RIP), Lee Childs and Jeffery Archer!
Sex.
I love sex and would be happy to do it every hour on the hour if I could! I love a woman's body and do my best to savor every lucky moment I get to be with one! I'm a passionate guy who is passionate in bed. I like to please as much as be pleased. I'm definitely not a 'wham bam thank you ma'am' kinda guy.
Drugs.
During my younger wild days I was purely a soft drugs man. I drink socially and believe cannabis should be legalized and its healing properties used to cure cancer and other life threatening diseases...
Rock 'n' Roll.
I love guitar based music. I love the 70 style rock bands, Deep Purple, Ash, Thin Lizzy, Cream, Led Zepplin etc. I love Eric Clapton, Prince, and Dire Straits.
Politics.
I've stood as an independent in the 2015 Brighton Kemptown general election and know first hand how corrupt politics is. Having taken a keen interest in politics for the last 20 years, I'm glad to look else-where and put my interest in politics firmly behind me.
Religion.
I was brought up a Roman Catholic but have since become disillusioned with the Roman Catholic Church in the wake of the numerous child-abuse scandals. I believe in God Almighty and believe in Jesus Christ as his begotten son. Though (having read the historical research of Alan Wilson and Baram Blackett) I also believe Jesus Christ survived the crucifixion and came to England with his family in 35AD. (Jesus is buried somewhere in Wales!)
Relationships.
I'm looking for a lasting relationship. I didn't loose my virginity until 19, (and that's not because I couldn't find a willing partner, it was because I respect women and would only enter into a partnership with the finest of women,) and appreciate my lucky I am to have found someone willing to share their life and body with me. I don't take entering into a lasting and loving relationship lightly. I know what a big deal it is, and know how much happiness a happy lasting relationship brings.
Five things you would never have guessed about me!
- I'm an award winning film maker. I won the short amateur film category at the International Bases Film Awards 2015.
- I came last in the Brighton Kemptown general election with 69 votes.
- I'm featured on the new Moai £100 million bank note.
- I've self published a sci-fi thriller book called 'The Golden Cube.'
- I've been featured on the BBC South Today news show.
Am I Mad?
Well my ex thinks I am. Which could be the reason why our relationship failed. I personally don't think I'm mentally insane. I'm just open to new things, news ideas and new ways of doing things.
My Claim to Fame!
I'm a successful writer. As the editor of Guerrilla Democracy News (writing about alternative view subjects,) I've had a few articles go viral with hits reaching 1 million a month. I've also got a youtube channel in which some of my 'controversial' videos have reached between 60K-100K hits.
Other people have called me a 'maverick' and a 'loose cannon,' while others have called me worse, a 'gay-clown,' and 'conspiracy nut' being two of many more.
I like to find other myself as a 'Royal Twatt' (Rearrange the words to spell my name). But in all seriousness; I believe I'm making a valued and important contribution to society and the world beyond. The world is ultimately an evil and dark place and I'm trying to bring a bit of entertainment to an otherwise dark task of making the world a brighter place to live for our kids.
At the end of the day my kids love and respect me. And that's good enough for me.
All I need now is a girlfriend...
Will you be the one? Send me a message and lets see...
Thursday, 18 February 2016
BRIGHTON & HOVE CITY COUNCIL- CALL OFF YOUR DOGS.
To:
Geoff Raw
- Mr. Geoff Raw: Acting Chief Executive Brighton & Hove City Council
- Mr. Keith Glazier: Leader of East Sussex County Council
- Cllr Dave E: Deputy Leader East Sussex County Council
Dear Gentlemen,
CALL OFF YOUR DOGS.
Please Sir, I implore you, call off
your dogs...
I’m an law abiding citizen, born and
bred in Brighton and Hove. Orphaned in 2001, I'm now a father of two
young children, living in a council house in Moulsecoomb and eking
out a living as a freelance copywriter.
Entitled to take on work to supplement
my freelance work, between September to October 2015, I took on
agency employment working for the Royal Mail in Brighton.
Due to tax paid during this period the
housing benefit which was paid on my council house was stopped.
The broken promises made by Royal Mail
of guaranteed work up to Christmas/New Year and an offer of a job in
2016, turned to nothing and after 6 weeks I found myself with no job
looking for work.
It was during this six week period that
the housing benefit was stopped and rent of £86.00 was charged on a
weekly basis.
This was during this period that I got
walloped with a massive fine for £719 from the Brighton and Hove
Parking Department.
Since the new parking permit rules were
introduced in 2013, I found myself in difficulty in completing the
necessary paper work.
I had completed the necessary form and
having taken it to the appropriate office to get a permit, was told I
needed a V50. For the life of me I didn't know what a V50 was. (It
turned out I needed a V2; perhaps its due to my dyslexia that I
hadn't a clue what either a V50 or V2 was. The DVLA confirmed the
vehicle was registered in my name; what more was required?)
It was also during this period that my
mother-in-law was dying from Cancer and the relationship with my
partner was breaking down.
I was under considerable stress and
strain and repeatedly wrote letters and made telephone calls to the
Parking Department asking for help and assistance in completing the
necessary forms to obtain a parking permit.
While this was going on I was
repeatedly being issued with parking fines between £30-£70, even
though my vehicle was legally parked outside my house, MOT’d,
insured and taxed.
Again I repeat, on numerous occasions I
appealed the parking fines on the grounds that I didn't understand
what was required to obtain the parking permit and appealed for
assistance to help me.
On numerous occasions the parking fines
were dismissed but still the parking fines continued to be issued
causing me considerable stress and strain, compounded with the death
of my mother-in-law and the relationship breakdown between me and my
partner.
I refer to this because the rent could
have been paid during this period if Brighton and Hove Parking
Department haven't towed away my car forcing me to pay £719 to get
it back.
Again I reiterate; the vehicle was
legally parked outside my house, fully insured, MOT’d and taxed but
still I was continually fined for not displaying a parking permit,
which I didn't understand how to get and which I had asked the
parking department on numerous occasions to help and assist me.
I intend to make further complaints on
this matter with the goal of having a full refund of £719 in due
course.
Back to the Housing dispute.
Having stopped working for Royal Mail
in November I returned to copywriting in which I wasn't earning a
living wage and took on any freelance work I could get my hands on.
It was during this time that I was
notified by the housing department that the housing benefit had been
stopped and that I'd have to make a new claim to continue having the
housing benefit paid.
I duly made a new housing benefit
claim, providing the comprehensive information which was required on
the claim form.
Weeks later I was issued a Notice of
Repossession due to the fact that the Housing claim hadn't fully been
processed.
Since then it was been one thing after
another.
First you required all my wage slips
from Manpower (The agency I worked for via Royal Mail).
- I provided a summary of the wage slips which was accepted.
Second the summary of wage slips was
deemed to be insufficient and every individual wage slip was
required.
- I provided each and every wage slips and requested and this was accepted.
Thirdly a P45 was required from
Manpower. While Manpower said they had sent me my P45 I hadn't
received it and was informed a replacement could not be issued. This
was explained to the Housing Benefit via Christopher Percival and an
email stating my end date was said to be acceptable.
- I provided an email from Manpower stating the start and end date.
Fourthly an email from Manpower stating
my start and termination date was required and I had to explain that
this information had already been sent and had been accepted.
Now baring in mind I was assured that
the Housing Benefit would be completed once a summary of my Manpower
wage slips was provided, I was becoming exasperated that further
additional information was required.
It was during this period that I had to
file my Tax return. The Working Tax credits had contacted me
demanding I justify my work rate in claiming for Working Tax credit.
Consequently both myself and partner had to complete considerable
paper work detailing what we did to earn money for the last 12 weeks.
No wonder I had no time to concentrate
on finding self employed work when all my time was being spent on
completing bureaucracy for the Government.
So when Christopher Percival demanded
both my partner and I had to complete a self employment form, I found
myself at the end of my tether and feeling somewhat victimised
against.
But still, I put on a brave face, and
considering there is a possession order hanging over us which could
result in our council house being taken away and my children made
homeless, I completed the Self Employment form as required.
Now, Christopher Percival wants even
more information. Having made a web search on my company name and
picking up now defunct websites advertising for chauffeur and
cleaning services which I advertised years ago, I am being made to
explain myself further, to provide all my bank statements since 2013
and explain why I earn such a pitiful amount as a copywriter.
I'm at the end of my tether and feel
suicidal.
I have nothing to hide by making my
application but feel I am being made a scape-goat to justify
Christopher Percival employment.
Where's my right of privacy?
Christopher Percival is saying jump;
and I'm replying “Yes Sir, how high?”
Then he says jump higher, “Yes Sir,
how high?”
Now jump higher; “Yes Sir, is this
high enough?”
Higher, higher, higher...
I'm feeling victimised against,
harassed and played like a fool.
Because the Council house is registered
in my name, I'm unable to sign the property over to my partner and
I'm unable to move out and claim assistance from the Council in
finding alternative accommodation because it would mean declaring
myself intentionally homeless.
If truth be known I am existing in a
verbally abusive relationship, in which my ex-partner hates my presence in
the housing and wants me out ASAP.
I’m positive I can earn a suitable
income as a freelance writer if I was able to write. I find myself in
an impossible position of wanting to move out but unable to. I need
to find suitable employment and I’m happy to stop my self employed
status forthwith.
It doesn't help me in anyway to suffer
the constant harassment of Christopher Percival continually demanding
more and more paper work to justify his own existence. We all know
jobs will be lost in Brighton and Hove City Council and it seems to
me that Christopher Percival is using me as an excuse to justify his
own job and contribution to Brighton and Hove City Council.
Having to explain myself further and
obtain my bank statements since 2013 will incur extra costs for me
and waste time when I should be looking for work to feed my kids.
This is infuriating and I'm at the end
of my tether.
- My sister is homeless sleeping on the streets.
- I've been defrauded out of £719 by Brighton and Hove Parking Department, for legally parking my car outside my house, fully insured, MOT’d and taxed.
- I am being harassed by Christopher Percival from the Housing Benefit department to provide paperwork for no other reason to justify his own job.
- I'm in an abusive relationship which is having a detrimental effect on my children, myself and Karina.
- I have a Notice of Possession order hanging over the house.
- And now you want me to explain why defunct websites are still on the Internet, 3 years worth of back bank statements and to explain why I’m earning such a pitiful income...
Thanks for nothing Brighton and Hove
City Council, you sure know how to make a man feel suicidal.
Please can you do me a favour and call
of the Dogs....
Geoff Raw
@GeoffRawBHCC
@BBCPeterH
Acting Chief Executive Brighton &
Hove City Council
Keith Glazier
@CllrGlazier
I am the Leader of East Sussex County
Council
Cllr Dave E
@CllrDaveE
Deputy Leader East Sussex County
Council ,
BrightonHoveCouncil
@BrightonHoveCC
Saturday, 6 February 2016
My sister is Homeless....
The buzzer buzzed
At a reasonable hour
So I got myself together
And jumped in the shower
That's a lie, it was actually a puddle
you see
I'm homeless, I'm soapless
I'm trying to stay clean
I'm still Emma
Shining brighter than anything you've
ever seen
So come say hi
Don't judge on wot you see
For I am seeing you as much
As you are misjudging me.
Emma Taylor - 5 Feb 2016
Tuesday, 2 February 2016
I HATE BEING A CONSPIRACY THEORIST.
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I hate being a Conspiracy Theorist.
Since sticking my head down the fabled
rabbit’s hole and deciding to go as deep as I dare, my life has
turned into a nightmare. Everything has changed and there’s no
going back.
I remember with fondness when I had no
more cares in the world other than Liverpool Football club beating
Manchester United Football club. No more fears other than loosing an
hour’s drinking time down the pub with my friends, having to wait
until the kids went to bed before going out. No more worries other
than losing a £10 100-1 punt on the Grand National.
Now I have no friends. My relationship
with the mother of my children has broken down and my extended family
keep a healthy distance too scared to talk about current affairs in
my company.
Read more: Bust Up with Friends.
I hate being a Conspiracy Theorist.
Since travelling on this journey I’ve
changed into a bitter and unhappy man. Being a conspiracy theorist
has robbed so much of who I am, which before the journey I took for
granted.
Now when a Rock’n’Roll hero is
tragically taken from us by Cancer, I cannot grieve as I once would
have because as a conspiracy theorist I harbour doubts that NASA has
flown him to Mars.
I can't grieve the death of a
celebrated TV and radio chat show host because as a conspiracy
theorist I’m shaking with rage that he may have been killed because
he was about to expose a huge paedophile ring at the BBC.
Read more: The Mysterious Death of Terry Wogan.
My cousin who’s a nurse recently
received a medal having gone to Africa to aid in the Ebola virus
out-break. As a conspiracy theorist I’m unable to either send her a
congratulation message or even a Facebook Like because as a
conspiracy theorist I believe the whole Ebola virus was a lie and
that no one even died.
Watch more: BBC Misreporting Ebola.
I hate being a Conspiracy Theorist.
I was once a Royal Military Policeman
serving in the British Army willing to kill and die for Queen and
Country. So you can appreciate how far I’ve come considering that
now all I want to see is for Queen Elizabeth II to be tried for
Crimes against Humanity.
All my pride and joy in being British has evaporated in a puff of smoke. I only feel shame and disgust that
our illustrious Monarch and her in-breed family are accused of being
members of a sick satanic cult murdering and eating babies in satanic
rituals every Saturday night.
I hate being a conspiracy theorist
because I have to admit David Icke is right.
There is no turning back and I wish
there was. I wish my conspiracy tenancies were proved wrong, debunked
and stamped on. But alas they persist and grown stronger with every
passing day. The flow of conspiracy theories never end.
Like millions I am dreading Chris
Spivey’s latest article because he’s promising to expose Princess
Diana’s fatal car crash as a fake false flag event.
I hate being a conspiracy theorist
because I can’t grieve for a fallen Princess whom I once loved so
much.
Being a conspiracy theorist has
destroyed the life I once had. Gone are the laughs, the smiles and
the carefree attitude that all was right with the world.
Now it feels as though I’m living in
a bad B-horror movie in which the world is over-run by body snatching
satanist zombies intent on killing us all, raping our children and
opening a portal to the Gates of Hell.
Being a conspiracy theorist I see
everything in a new light. I can't even join in with the nation’s
pride and delight that British astronaut Tim Peake made it into
space. I’m so entrenched that I harbour serious doubts as to
whether there even is Space, let alone whether the Earth is round,
whether Man walked on the moon and whether the Sun is really 93
million miles away from us.
Watch more: The International Space Station doesn't Exist.
If I was to search for something good
about being a conspiracy theorist, I’d have to think very hard.
Having learnt there really was a King Arthur who lived from 503AD to
579AD fills me with some delight and satisfaction. It's like
discovering Santa Claus is real after-all. But alas, the thrill soon
wears off as the real King Arthur story goes onto reveal the
disturbing reality that the Dark Ages were brought about with
Asteroid debris destroying the Arthurian Kingdom in 576AD and that to
save his people King Arthur sailed to America in a fleet of 700
ships, where upon he was eventually assassinated by a native while
battling with the Red Indians in Kentucky.
Read more: The Birth of King Arthur II.
Read more: The Death of King Arthur II.
I hate being a conspiracy theorist
because I don't know where it’ll end...
Where does the fabled rabbit hole lead
us? Is there a definitive answer? Are we right or wrong? I hate being
a conspiracy theorist because I’m no closer to the answer than I
was when I started so many years ago.
Having been given the option of the red
pill or the blue pill, I wish I had taken the other one and not have
known.
Living in ignorance is a lot better
than living in the knowledge that we are being systematically killed
on an industrial scale.
I hate being a conspiracy theorist
because I know the Truth is Shit...
THANK YOU!
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