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The Soap Opera as Written by One of the Players

The following was written as a release of steam and in no way represents real life...apart from the entire section from start to end...that does...

What is it about some insipid people who have suffered pain and angst, that makes them insist on thrusting such bleakness upon others when an opportune and vulnerable moment arises? An urge for company in the darkness? A misguided anti-life-jacket that only serves to pull people under the murky waters of their misery swamps?

It bemuses me that there are these people. People who, when they see another in sorrow, will do their utmost to ensure the sadness is not only indelible and entrenched for longer than it should be, but will make themselves feel better by mixing up a cocktail of gossip and assumption to guarantee that their susceptible "friends" retain a hang-over of anguish and despair far longer than necessary. All in the guise of "care" and "affection", but rampantly emblazoned with the reality of voracious malevolence.

Of course, I am being a tad extravagant in my floridity due to the fact that my life and the life of those that I love have been affected by such bitter slop-suckers. But, hey ho! Inspiration for venom will strike where it may strike. 

The horrific facts of my marriage failure last year were that a) we couldn't make it work & b) we tried to but failed.  We were with each other for six years in total, lived apart for one of those years and were married for another. Along the way, we had a beautiful son. Can you imagine how the camp fires around town roared at that juicy story. They should have made a blockbuster film, based on such an intricate and turny, twisty, juice-entwined tale!

Unfortunately for me but, more importantly for my separated wife, the tale wasn't quite juicy enough for the bottom-feeders. They saw vulnerability in an abandoned "wife and mother" in "such a painful way - [that it] will have its reprocussions [stet]" - a quote, from someone who shall remain nameless, but saw fit to lecture me in a poorly written rant of an email (whilst, quite oblivious to the fact she was lying to me about me, simpering for updates to her low-traffic website that serves to denote her fading acting career and attempts to break into the business of making people suffer with her unpleasant music). 

They found a way to dig their claws in. There were guts to be spilled and tears to be shed in order to satisfy their crud-lust.

“What was said?”, I vaguely hear you inaudibly mutter! Well, let me pull just a few from a long list of twaddle.  Hmm, let me see… 

  1. “He made another woman pregnant.”
    Easy to understand - as I have three children with two separate women. This in itself is obviously proof that I am unable to stop my seed spilling forth into (and perhaps onto) unsuspecting females. I’m a baby machine. I have no reproductive brakes.
  2. “He’s gay.”
    Again, easy to comprehend, since I am relatively camp in nature and anyone with a modicum of creativity or sensitivity is certain to be gay.
  3. “He was having an affair.”
    Perhaps the most damaging, as I had made friends with several new people over the failing months of my marriage (gay, straight, men & women) and didn't introduce them to my wife - one of these being the girl I am now with. So, too much of an easy target. That said, I also developed a rather cumbersome haemorrhoid during that time and failed to introduce her to that. Inconsequential? Perhaps!
  4. "There's a pattern…I'm just saying…there's a pattern."
    So, I abandon my relationship because that's what I am programmed to do. Let's face it, I've done it before, I did it this time and I'm bound to do it again. That, or some obsession that leads me to leave spouses for tartan, plaid or perhaps floral designs?
  5. “He's an alcoholic.”
    Fair play. I enjoy a drink, but would I really toss aside my family to be an alcoholic alone if that was the only reason? I can't recall, I was too drunk.
  6. “He didn’t leave enough time before leaving you before he went with another woman”
    Suspiciously, I was unaware of the official legal mourning period after a split. Having made so many women pregnant and having left so many wives before, you’d think I would have known better than to cast aside solace and care in order to flagellate myself for failing yet another relationship.
  7. “You and he weren't able to make it work.”
    Of course not. That was never suggested. It was too far-fetched to be true.

I could go on for hours about what people assumed, based on circumstantial or simply fabricated evidence with the sole purpose of generating the desired level of tears in an unsuspecting party. Alas, my need to vent has subsided, as has the glass of wine (see point e. and adjust quantities according to taste), which has achieved the desired level of nonchalance I so desperately sought to find.

To put the record straight and for people who may wish to hear my side of the story: 

We tried. We split. We got back together. We got married. We tried harder. It didn’t work.

I am so sorry that there was nothing more than that. I'm sorry that people were no doubt hurt by something as simple (yet, may I add, fucking painful) as our situation. I am so sorry our simple failure wasn’t more interesting to you. In our defence, we never set out to entertain.

To all those who so desperately want to hurt susceptible people in order to make your own miserable situations more bearable, please note - you will never escape your self-portrait of anguish if you try to paint it over with bullshit.  You will simply make it a picture of bullshit, painted in bullshit. 

My Left & My Right

On one hand, I'm a technical geek. On the other, a passionate creative. Two sides of the same coin that keep me spinning on the table of life like coin.

Being a, dare I say it, guru in all things “computer” can be quite a bind. Friends call you at night asking for help with their PCs, iPhones and Androids. Some expect you to host and maintain their personal sites. Others want help with their email settings and inability to “work an Internet”. All in the name of being a good buddy and possessing skills that they don't. A service that nobody seems to realise I charge quite high rates for during the day.

If I were to ask them for free help that involved their professional skills, I'm sure I would be met with derision, debt or most likely denial.

"Pop over and do my accounts would you?"; "Oh come on, install a conservatory for me for free!"; "Give me that Audi A4 on your forecourt, pleasey weasey".

Somehow, technical ability is considered a charity amongst friends and family and quite frankly I've had about enough of it, you hear!

If, given the choice, I wouldn't be a techie at all. I wouldn't spod about at the computer all day trying to scrape money together for paying the rent and satisfying my obsession with gadgets, art and booze (not necessarily in order of preference).

Given the choice, I would eradicate that side of my brain that makes it all too easy for me to use my scientific understanding and put aside the happier side of my brain.  The one that creates. The one that acts. The one that writes music and badly sings songs. The one that make people laugh through absurd stories or self-penned one liners. If any of those things could be my full time pursuit, I would throw my PC out of the Window(s Vista) at the first opportunity. Something I have wanted to do for a very long time. I would of course keep my all my Apple toys, because they are beautiful and make me gooey, both inside and out.

The reason I don’t do it, may be that it’s far too easy for me to make money at being a nerd. It may be because I’m scared to try and make it as a bo-ho artisan. The excuse could be that I am concentrating on far too many creative fields to truly excel in any of them. Of course, the whys and wherefores may rest truly in the lap the gods of “not being good enough in any of those fields to justify jacking in your dweeb business and run with your inner artiste, through the poppy fields of art”. They are Greek gods, I think.

My attempts to be a successful actor have stalled at the stage of just being able to call myself an actor (with a day job and no acting work). My efforts in becoming a successful songwriter have ground to a halt in being able to say I’ve written quite a lot of songs (that are gathering virtual dust on my hard drive). My achievements in being a successful director have desisted at being able to say I once directed a play (because I wanted to take the lead role). My achievement at becoming a successful comedy writer have been curbed at the level of a daily Twitter innuendo (that I generally come up with whilst on the loo). I somehow seem to be shying away from the “successful” part of my ambitions.

So now, I’m turning my focus to writing a successful book. I fear it may well go the same way as my other loves and pursuits and end up being a manuscript that nobody but my nearest and dearest will pretend to read. But I shall write it nonetheless and hope that success comes-a-knockin’.

And back to the point of this article. If life does ever present me with the opportunity to earn a half-decent wage from my right hemisphere and its eager lobes, will I be adverse to people asking me for free work? Probably not. I’d probably encourage it. The reason I kick started this diatribe against the scroungers of my digital prowess was because they constantly want a skill that I resent having.  

Ask me to write you a song. Ask me to create a joke for you. Ask me to act in a play. Ask me to write you a sonnet.

Ask me to do anything - just don’t ask me to fix your sodding PC!


One Wedding and a Funeral at Sea

It's been quite a few days. Firstly, the world stood still as a couple that hardly anyone knew got married with more pomp, glitz and ceremony than even the likes of Elton John would feel uncomfortable with, whilst their country recoiled from massive spending cuts in education & the arts.  Then the United States announced that long time arch-enemy to the western world, Osama bin Laden (or OBL as Twitter lazily has it), was assassinated under the direction of Barak Obama (BO).  The jubilation that surrounded both was, in my mind (and I am aware I'm in the vast minority here), quite crass.  It perhaps seems odd for me to bring both events under scrutiny in the same article, but really the essence of this is about the world's reaction and not the actual events.

I'm not one to renounce romantic interludes of Willy and Kate (WAK) or defend the actions of a deranged and dangerous terrorist mind such as OBL, but how hypocritical can the western world possibly get?

Perhaps the celebration surrounding the death of OBL was the one that discomforted me most.  Having seen and heard a raft of European and American people deride the burning flags and celebratory Middle Eastern behaviours every time a westerner was killed made me feel I was living in a civilised corner of the world.  I hated that reaction as much as everyone else seemed to. But, as has shown this weekend, we're all the same - just as blood-thirsty & just as vulgar as those we condemned before us. Let's face it - nearly all of those blowing their vuvuzelas now want to see the gory evidence of the death before they can fully accept it and pop their party poppers with pompous pride.

The death of anyone, no matter who they are or how seemingly evil they been, can surely never be something to blast trumpets at or raise party balloons to in a civilised world. Even if the only option is to opt for two bullets in the head in order to make the world "a safer place". There's a way to handle such things when they do (and must) happen. Having a jolly old knees-up is certainly not that way in this century.

The sombre delivery of the news by BO was deliberate as, if he had delivered the news as I'm sure GWB would have done had he had been anything close to an effective president before BO, then it would have been absolutely inappropriate in a "Yippee ki-yay mutha..." kind of way. This is the reaction that I see happening today - millions of GWBs hollering like cowboys that someone's brains had been plastered against a wall (along with the deaths of several others). Just in the same way as they saw & scorned while watching reports from Afghanistan, Iran & Iraq.

It all just makes me feel very uncomfortable and very uneasy about the future and direction of humanity.

More happily, the jubilation that followed the wedding of WAK was something that annoyed me, but only to the level of a few tuts from a miserable old duffer.  I just found it odd that anyone could get so excited about the relationship of a couple they never knew and would never know. I related the two because I spent the entire weekend saying to myself - why the hell is everybody waving flags and cheering about this?

It's probably because it's my birthday today and I feel horribly old and bald and would have liked to have been able to drunkenly embarrass myself at their palace party whilst mocking Willy's male pattern balding - neither of which I was or would be able to do.

Ignorance Enhanced by Intolerance

Not many things make me angry. I’m lucky enough to be pretty laid back when it comes to life. I bend in the breeze of bedlam and laugh when life gets lousy. Of course, I’m far from the mill pond of eternal meditation and tranquility and there are silly things that wind me up to the point of despair, like my mother’s royal icing and gold picture frames. Things that I realise that are non-sensical and really should never have been the basis of a few major arguments in my life. But all in all, I’d say that I am a peaceful soul with very little in my life that I have seen that would make me think that this world isn’t a beautiful place to be.  Well, perhaps something.

There is one major thing that really gets my goat (a strange idiom that I’ve never quite understood as, if I ever did have a goat and someone got it for me, I’d be quite pleased that they’d made the effort to return my little Billy - annoyance would barely be factored in my small farmyard reunion).

One of the most offensive and ignorant aspects of modern society was underlined in a news story I read today about an iPhone app.  A strange subject to cause me consternation indeed, but one that I hope anyone that reads this will agree is totally out of place in today’s world.

The story focussed on Apple’s apparent lack of judgement when it allowed a piece of software to be purchased from the App Store that alleged to gives users “freedom from homosexuality through the power of Jesus”. The full story can be read here.

My first reaction was - that has to be a joke. We are in 2011 - that has to be a (slightly premature) April Fool’s jape? Alas, no - it’s all too real.

Putting aside Apple’s utter idiocy in even contemplating that this app should make it through the first stages of its approval process, I was taken aback by how moronic the “pro-Christian” group who created it sounded. Recalling news footage of equally mentally-challenged folk who picketed funerals of gay soldiers, confounded my chagrin of humankind into more of a fearful indignation.

Taking their stance of being able to provide a “gay cure” and laying it in front of you - it doesn’t take much of a leap to see that it rings bells with other bigotry in the history of our not so peaceful planet. How fast would Apple have pulled the app if it stated to be a Jew cure? A black cure? A Muslim cure? Of course, the creators of this software probably would like to release all of those apps as well, as is their mentality. Small minded, petty fools who believe that there is nothing in this world worth living for apart from their misguided indoctrination into hate of everything and anything that doesn’t exist in (their understanding of) a book that calms their nerves when they think of their own mortality. A book that was rewritten many times through the ages and, no doubt, has the creative input of a few closet homosexuals added into the mix of gospels they so revere today.

I’m not going to ramble on about this, as hopefully most of the people who have made it this far have the intelligence to be equally as appalled as I am and are adding their names to the petition to kick Apple up the arse.

I’m not gay, black, Muslim, Jewish or even pro-Christian but, as no god is my witness, wouldn’t Earth be a far bleaker place without the more fulfilled people who live on this rock that are genuinely happy to say “I may not be, but I’m blessed to stand alongside those that are.”

If you need to invest in an iPhone app that goes one step to curing crimes against nature - I would suggest you start with Angry Bigots. There’s nothing more satisfying than catapulting them full force into pigs in glass houses.


Thanks to the wonderful people at, the petition raised massive support and Apple banned the app. Sense prevails. Read more here…

…and I got validation…yay!

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