Knife on the streets. Chapter one

My first experiences of living on the move in make shift shelter, where, I suppose, building dens as a child. In the eighties I lived, as the crow fly’s, about a mile away from the fences of the AWRE (atomic weapons research establishment) as it was know back then. This was the place where the first pink plutonium was produced for the British nuclear weapons programme and was surrounded with ominous barb wire fences. Though you could get through the tadley gate if you where a member of the rugby team as I was back then.

Tadley, so far as I am aware, always had a sizeable Irish population to the extent that a Gypsy site was allowed to be established. This was after greenham common air base had been shut down after the cold war when the common land was returned. Prior to this, however, where the traveler and rave scenes and the greenham common women’s peace group. It’s alleged that the peace group, the longest ever established in the UK, had little impact other than helping the Russian position.

I never went to the Newbury bypass encampment, though I remember it dearly, I was just a little too young at the time. Though I do remember ‘the joy of listening to the loud music’ played by those travellers living on the common land opposite the house where I was living and indeed grew up. Music has always been a great love of mine, maybe even my first love, and to that amount, and having been read ‘stig of the dump’ on audio cassette, my childhood eyes glistened with delight that I may be looking into the future, A future where the land belonged to every man and beast, a future where subsistence was possible and of course a future where people of different classes and backgrounds lived together in, all be it musical, peace.

End Of Chapter One.

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Knife on the streets. Chapter one

My first experiences of living on the move in make shift shelter, where, I suppose, building dens as a child. In the eighties I lived, as the crow fly’s, about a mile away from the fences of the AWRE (atomic weapons research establishment) as it was know back then. This was the place where the first pink plutonium was produced for the British nuclear weapons programme and was surrounded with ominous barb wire fences. Though you could get through the tadley gate if you where a member of the rugby team as I was back then.

Tadley, so far as I am aware, always had a sizeable Irish population to the extent that a Gypsy site was allowed to be established. This was after greenham common air base had been shut down after the cold war when the common land was returned. Prior to this, however, where the traveler and rave scenes and the greenham common women’s peace group. It’s alleged that the peace group, the longest ever established in the UK, had little impact other than helping the Russian position.

I never went to the Newbury bypass encampment, though I remember it dearly, I was just a little too young at the time. Though I do remember ‘the joy of listening to the loud music’ played by those travellers living on the common land opposite the house where I was living and indeed grew up. Music has always been a great love of mine, maybe even my first love, and to that amount, and having been read ‘stig of the dump’ on audio cassette, my childhood eyes glistened with delight that I may be looking into the future, A future where the land belonged to every man and beast, a future where subsistence was possible and of course a future where people of different classes and backgrounds lived together in, all be it musical, peace.

End Of Chapter One.

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I never went to the Newbury bypass encampment, though I remember it dearly, I was just a little too young at the time. Though I do remember ‘the joy of listening to the loud music’ played by those travellers living on the common land opposite the house where I was living and indeed grew up. Music has always been a great love of mine, maybe even my first love, and to that amount, and having been read ‘stig of the dump’ on audio cassette, my childhood eyes glistened with delight that I may be looking into the future, A future where the land belonged to every man and beast, a future where subsistence was possible and of course a future where people of different classes and backgrounds lived together in, all be it musical, peace.

End Of Chapter One.

What is it like being tall boy

What is it like being tall boy in Hospital?

Well, mostly I’ve been wearing slippers / slipper socks and trainers. Access to laundry facilities has been difficult at times with clothing getting mixed up with patients.
I’ve been shown round or been allowed to look around all parts of the hospital and although there has been a lot of violence, certainly on Newton Ward, I’ve mostly remained calm and relaxed, a little anxious at times (at least that’s what my bowels are telling me).
Whilst on the ward I’ve developed a cracked right foot and my feet have begun to smell, the ominous signs of athletes foot and a sign that sanitation on the ward is not quite as it could be, anti-bacterial agents are being used though I believe there are no anti-fungal agents on the ward allowing for the development and growth of fungal infections that may be spreading themselves among the patients.

I am still bling, beyond anxious, what my mental illness may be if any, though certainly my rights, prior to admission, where diminished, I was able to contact the police and inform them of my circumstances and indeed during my stay in hospital I have been punched in the face. So given that, it could hardly be said I am a danger to myself or others, quite the opposite, and the only lacking capacity was that of available call credit to contact the local emergency services when times where not of emergency but where more discussion surround circumstances may be required.

The loss of my dear friend Sarah, who was under the mental health act at the time, has saddened me greatly especially over the Christmas period, Sarah being an animal loving Christian who spent a lot of time with ‘down and out’[ people, though never to my knowledge touching an alcoholic drink herself. Unlike her sister who has 2 children and seemed to be almost continuously drunk, though at a funeral for my sister I may well be so inebriated.

Facilities have been moderate and the food is quite below par for a ;’HOSPITAL;’ certainly not a healthy and varied diet and at times food and drinks have been handled without prior washing of hands and even sometimes picking of noses and mouths has been observed during food and drink preparation.
To end on a high note, my mother has visited regularly and I’m in frequent contact with friends and family, internet facilities are good and there is a bathroom available, I’ve found no to little need to leave the hospital, as rooms are spacious and there is a courtyard provided, all be it covered in spit, vomit, and dog ends.

27/12/2015

What is it like being tall boy

What is it like being tall boy in Hospital?

Well, mostly I’ve been wearing slippers / slipper socks and trainers. Access to laundry facilities has been difficult at times with clothing getting mixed up with patients.
I’ve been shown round or been allowed to look around all parts of the hospital and although there has been a lot of violence, certainly on Newton Ward, I’ve mostly remained calm and relaxed, a little anxious at times (at least that’s what my bowels are telling me).
Whilst on the ward I’ve developed a cracked right foot and my feet have begun to smell, the ominous signs of athletes foot and a sign that sanitation on the ward is not quite as it could be, anti-bacterial agents are being used though I believe there are no anti-fungal agents on the ward allowing for the development and growth of fungal infections that may be spreading themselves among the patients.

I am still bling, beyond anxious, what my mental illness may be if any, though certainly my rights, prior to admission, where diminished, I was able to contact the police and inform them of my circumstances and indeed during my stay in hospital I have been punched in the face. So given that, it could hardly be said I am a danger to myself or others, quite the opposite, and the only lacking capacity was that of available call credit to contact the local emergency services when times where not of emergency but where more discussion surround circumstances may be required.

The loss of my dear friend Sarah, who was under the mental health act at the time, has saddened me greatly especially over the Christmas period, Sarah being an animal loving Christian who spent a lot of time with ‘down and out’[ people, though never to my knowledge touching an alcoholic drink herself. Unlike her sister who has 2 children and seemed to be almost continuously drunk, though at a funeral for my sister I may well be so inebriated.

Facilities have been moderate and the food is quite below par for a ;’HOSPITAL;’ certainly not a healthy and varied diet and at times food and drinks have been handled without prior washing of hands and even sometimes picking of noses and mouths has been observed during food and drink preparation.
To end on a high note, my mother has visited regularly and I’m in frequent contact with friends and family, internet facilities are good and there is a bathroom available, I’ve found no to little need to leave the hospital, as rooms are spacious and there is a courtyard provided, all be it covered in spit, vomit, and dog ends.

27/12/2015