These are my diarised series of ‘thought notes’ that I Whatsapp’d to myself from August 2025 -January 2026, (a blogging hiatus lasting 5 months). Sometimes a one liner. Sometimes an essay. All raw, unabated truth. Any similiarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental…
25 August 2025
I fucking hate living here in Bastard Mews. Or should I call it Chicanery Mews with all the effing bollocks that I’ve been thought with living here. I’m trying to heal and this shit hole isn’t allowing me to. It’s been an absolute clusterfuck or drama that’s hoovered and stolen months of my life. Drama. That’s all it’s been and that’s all I seem to be having to deal with. Other people’s fucking drama. Why do these fuckwits create drama all the time for no reason at all? Life is simple but these weak, pea-brained, bottom feeding bastards with their own ‘me, myself and I’ agenda create situations out of thin air! After everything I’ve been through with the pissing court battle and just when I think I can trust people, they just want to shit all over me!! I’ve got the yellow-bellied arsehole creating a fucking drama over signing the accounts. He’s a director and we’ve just had the lying, cheating, thieving ‘pensioner’ removed by court order yet he wants that bastard to sign off the accounts because he’s too weak and yellow-bellied to do it himself! And when I pointed out that a resigned director can’t sign off accounts he starts pressing me to sign them when I didn’t even prepare the accounts. What the actual fuck! So what does the fucktard do? Goes behind my back and gets the cheating, thieving ousted arsehole to sign everything off. It makes my piss boil. I hate this place, I really hate living here. I need to get out. I’m gonna distance myself from that yellow bellied dick. I’m feeling so betrayed again after everything I’ve done this year. Just when I think I can trust people and WHAM – I’m back to square one. I woudn’t piss on this lot if they were on fire.
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