Not Homeless
Mood: chillin'
Now Playing: still not playing.
Topic: Daily Doings
1. Re the bin-diving/etc, (see below) the word in question is "freegan".
2. I dunno why I call this guy Crackhead of the Century. Saddo of the Century would be more appropriate. He was still out begging change at 4am. Someone (whom he knows) ran off with the previous tenner he made. What can I say? Also (re some past happenings) he is either mentally retarded or a stirrer of "muck" par excellence—got me in real trouble one time.
3. I've not been chucked out. Yet.
Wahey!!
PS If you want a laugh, click on this: http://www.usdoj.gov/dea/fugitives/internl/internllist.htm & have a gorp at some "international fugitives" from justice. Elizabeth & Fritz Otte —what are they wanted for? Robbing a Sue Ryder shop??
Posted by gledwood at 12:28 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 12:50 PM GMT
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Saturday, 20 January 2007
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Tuesday, 9 January 2007
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Mood: crushed out
Now Playing: Que Sera Sera
Topic: Daily Doings
HI PEOPLE. I got myself in a tailspin earlier. I wish I hadn't spent so much of my life being depressed sometimes; it means I can launch right back into all the old negative thoughts with a fingersnap's notice. The guy I named Crackhead of the Century went "yeah, right," under his breath when I said I hadn't got 50p to spare earlier on and I had to seriously keep my hands to myself.
What I did to cure it all was eat my "junkie sausages & bakedbeans" (the recipe's given in "topics" list under Junkie Cookery if you want a laugh. My twist on sausages & beans (for those impatient with the cooking) is you brown the outside then chop 'em up & upend them, searing the resulting little sections. Goes all lovely & crunchie. Yummmm.) & then I slept for a couple of hours. And now I feel a lot better.
As I say I've made a huge effort lately not to be living like a glorified down-&-out (albeit with my own little roof over my head). My clothes are clean. I have on Puma trakkie bottoms the same colour blue as my blog background — a beautifully clean and laundered cobalt blue. I have on a black hoodie, that is also (fairly) freshly washed (well, a week ago and that's good for me, believe!) My trainers (sneakers) are scummy though. Silver Nikes I've overworn but I've another pair I'm saving up for when these really disintegrate. (I barely ever buy clothes but people have been incredibly generous with me. I'm nowadays wearing pretty much the kind of stuff I'd choose if I had the choice... I have some very generous friends (one in particular, Mr Dodger, has a habit of bin-diving. There's a word for this when you live on stuff others have chucked out... but it escapes me. When the expression does come back to me I'll post it. It's been on the radio & in all the papers. The newest, most ecosound way of living.)
Okay, I've a hit waiting for me then I'm going to reorganize the last of my stuff. After that, que sera sera, as Doris Day trilled. Whatever will be will be...
... The future's not ours to see ...
... Que sera ...
... sera!!
& now to quote Bazil Brush:—
"Boom-boom!"
Posted by gledwood at 1:14 AM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:38 AM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:14 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
You are indeed fortunate to be well-supplied with clothes! Who was it that once said, "clothes make the man"? 'Tis true.
Hmmm ... I'll have to check out that Junkie Cookery! Sounds quite lovely ...
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:43 AM GMT
Name: "istanbulwitch"
Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.com
E-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
Hey dude,
I am here, I am reading your blog, I haven't disappeared.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:10 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
1. Glad you're not homeless
2. I like my suasages like that.....we will have to have a blog bbq in the summer
3. please send some bin divers my way; they may get rid of some of that rubbish being dumped outside our fence
4. What a brilliant impersonator you are esp. the Basil Brush one...your voice was a bit deep for Doris Day LOL
5. Gotta dash; it's started pissing down with rain and I've got all the upstairs windows open
Raindrops keep falling on my head..la..la..la..lala.la.la.lala
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 8:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"...hi-di-hi campers..."
How about my Ruth Madoc impersonation?
Gleds
xx
Freakin' Clean: Clean Freak
Mood: crushed out
Now Playing: Que Sera Sera
Topic: Daily Doings
HI PEOPLE. I got myself in a tailspin earlier. I wish I hadn't spent so much of my life being depressed sometimes; it means I can launch right back into all the old negative thoughts with a fingersnap's notice. The guy I named Crackhead of the Century went "yeah, right," under his breath when I said I hadn't got 50p to spare earlier on and I had to seriously keep my hands to myself.
What I did to cure it all was eat my "junkie sausages & bakedbeans" (the recipe's given in "topics" list under Junkie Cookery if you want a laugh. My twist on sausages & beans (for those impatient with the cooking) is you brown the outside then chop 'em up & upend them, searing the resulting little sections. Goes all lovely & crunchie. Yummmm.) & then I slept for a couple of hours. And now I feel a lot better.
As I say I've made a huge effort lately not to be living like a glorified down-&-out (albeit with my own little roof over my head). My clothes are clean. I have on Puma trakkie bottoms the same colour blue as my blog background — a beautifully clean and laundered cobalt blue. I have on a black hoodie, that is also (fairly) freshly washed (well, a week ago and that's good for me, believe!) My trainers (sneakers) are scummy though. Silver Nikes I've overworn but I've another pair I'm saving up for when these really disintegrate. (I barely ever buy clothes but people have been incredibly generous with me. I'm nowadays wearing pretty much the kind of stuff I'd choose if I had the choice... I have some very generous friends (one in particular, Mr Dodger, has a habit of bin-diving. There's a word for this when you live on stuff others have chucked out... but it escapes me. When the expression does come back to me I'll post it. It's been on the radio & in all the papers. The newest, most ecosound way of living.)
Okay, I've a hit waiting for me then I'm going to reorganize the last of my stuff. After that, que sera sera, as Doris Day trilled. Whatever will be will be...
... The future's not ours to see ...
... Que sera ...
... sera!!
& now to quote Bazil Brush:—
"Boom-boom!"
Posted by gledwood at 1:14 AM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:38 AM GMT
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:14 AM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
You are indeed fortunate to be well-supplied with clothes! Who was it that once said, "clothes make the man"? 'Tis true.
Hmmm ... I'll have to check out that Junkie Cookery! Sounds quite lovely ...
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 2:43 AM GMT
Name: "istanbulwitch"
Home Page: http://istanbulwitchy.blogger.com
E-Mail: z_aksoy@yahoo.com
Hey dude,
I am here, I am reading your blog, I haven't disappeared.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 4:10 PM GMT
Name: "Ruth"
Home Page: http://ruthjen.blogspot.com/
1. Glad you're not homeless
2. I like my suasages like that.....we will have to have a blog bbq in the summer
3. please send some bin divers my way; they may get rid of some of that rubbish being dumped outside our fence
4. What a brilliant impersonator you are esp. the Basil Brush one...your voice was a bit deep for Doris Day LOL
5. Gotta dash; it's started pissing down with rain and I've got all the upstairs windows open
Raindrops keep falling on my head..la..la..la..lala.la.la.lala
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 8:54 PM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
"...hi-di-hi campers..."
How about my Ruth Madoc impersonation?
Gleds
xx
Eviction Threat
Monday, 8 January 2007
Eviction Threat
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: with the Hoover
Topic: Daily Doings
THIS TIME TOMORROW I could be homeless. "Could be" is the operative expression; it's my landlord's threat. He says I must tidy up my room by 8am tomorrow and unusually for him (he does nothing in an organized fashion usually) the threat is put in writing in a one-sentence letter. Yes, that makes it more legally serious, I know.
I don't get on with my landord. I am recovering from severe problems with depression and just not coping. [I just read this back: I mean I'm recovering from the not coping+depression. Not I was depressed & I'm still not coping. Okay?] As I've hinted before I literally gave up on life a while ago— almost completely. I ended up in a room full of clutter (it had all gone in my friends' shed during the months I was homeless and the years I spent with Nutnut but it had to come back to me eventually. And I was in no right mind really to deal with it when it did.) And the problem just exacerbated. Eventually I did clear the room ship-shape so most of that old clutter's long gone.
The council have me down as "vulnerable". I'd not have been housed otherwise. But when "vulnerable" shows its true "vulnerable" colours, the same council that demanded vulnerability as a box-ticking manoevre don't want to deal with its untidy actuality.
I've an Everest mound of washing in the middle of the floor. A load of books is next to it. The pile has toppled. The bin also I knocked over during my yesterday's efforts at cleaning. So he looks at this and doesn't see my effort, he only sees my mess.
It's going to take me an hour or so to get my room all ship-shape for his inspection.
And then, tomorrow morning, I hopefully won't be homeless.
Posted by gledwood at 5:13 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:53 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Best of luck to you, Gledwood. At least cleaning the room will be easier than getting clean from addiction. My problems with alcohol addiction prove that.
I too have a mess to clean up, but mine is outside. I haven't cleared the yard of leaves, fallen branches and assorted yard waste from the summer and fall.
This landlord of yours does not sound live a very nice guy. That is dreadful.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:12 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks! It's 1:20am I'm just about to clear my floor (looks lovely when it's done) in earnest. And find a hiding place for hammy.
Gleds
Eviction Threat
Mood: irritated
Now Playing: with the Hoover
Topic: Daily Doings
THIS TIME TOMORROW I could be homeless. "Could be" is the operative expression; it's my landlord's threat. He says I must tidy up my room by 8am tomorrow and unusually for him (he does nothing in an organized fashion usually) the threat is put in writing in a one-sentence letter. Yes, that makes it more legally serious, I know.
I don't get on with my landord. I am recovering from severe problems with depression and just not coping. [I just read this back: I mean I'm recovering from the not coping+depression. Not I was depressed & I'm still not coping. Okay?] As I've hinted before I literally gave up on life a while ago— almost completely. I ended up in a room full of clutter (it had all gone in my friends' shed during the months I was homeless and the years I spent with Nutnut but it had to come back to me eventually. And I was in no right mind really to deal with it when it did.) And the problem just exacerbated. Eventually I did clear the room ship-shape so most of that old clutter's long gone.
The council have me down as "vulnerable". I'd not have been housed otherwise. But when "vulnerable" shows its true "vulnerable" colours, the same council that demanded vulnerability as a box-ticking manoevre don't want to deal with its untidy actuality.
I've an Everest mound of washing in the middle of the floor. A load of books is next to it. The pile has toppled. The bin also I knocked over during my yesterday's efforts at cleaning. So he looks at this and doesn't see my effort, he only sees my mess.
It's going to take me an hour or so to get my room all ship-shape for his inspection.
And then, tomorrow morning, I hopefully won't be homeless.
Posted by gledwood at 5:13 PM GMT
Updated: Tuesday, 9 January 2007 1:53 AM GMT
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Monday, 8 January 2007 - 11:48 PM GMT
Name: "chipper"
Home Page: http://playingwithfire.blogdrive.com
Best of luck to you, Gledwood. At least cleaning the room will be easier than getting clean from addiction. My problems with alcohol addiction prove that.
I too have a mess to clean up, but mine is outside. I haven't cleared the yard of leaves, fallen branches and assorted yard waste from the summer and fall.
This landlord of yours does not sound live a very nice guy. That is dreadful.
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Tuesday, 9 January 2007 - 1:12 AM GMT
Name: "Gledwood"
Home Page: http://gledwood.tripod.com/blog
Thanks! It's 1:20am I'm just about to clear my floor (looks lovely when it's done) in earnest. And find a hiding place for hammy.
Gleds
Friday, 19 January 2007
Homeless
Sunday, 3 December 2006
HomelessMood: brightNow Playing: Streets of LondonTopic: Homeless
WHEN I WAS HOMELESS and sleeping in an abandoned bilding with holes in the roof and rats and pigeons for company I used to get so cold on winter nights that two pairs of jeans, two jumpers, a jacket and coat worn inside a sleeping bag with blanket thrown over would just about keep me tolerably warm.
I was giong through one of my mad phases at the time. I thought living rough was the most "natural" form of existence.
My "natural existence" was hardly lacking in excitement. Now this squat was enormous and though I'd known a number of the previous residents, I ended up with the entire place to myself.
Apart from being cold enough, even in May, to keep my cyder cans refrigerator-cold, and dripping like Fingall's Cave whenever it rained, and apart from the fact this place was open for anyone to sneak in at all hours of the night and kill me in my bed (and as well as rats, the local cats and foxes seemed to have the run of the place) — apart from all this, THE BUILDING WAS HAUNTED.
There were some spectacular apparitions. I had all kinds of frights. Some lit up the Great Hall (as I called it) as brightly as a 1500-watt bulb. Now that is one hell of a bright ghost!!...
Posted by gledwood at 6:53 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 3 December 2006 7:05 PM GMT
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Monday, 4 December 2006 - 3:05 PM GMT
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Hello - this is a test only
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Wednesday, 17 January 2007 - 10:58 AM GMT
Name: "Ivy" Home Page: http://nostoppingplace.blogspot.com
Brave you
HomelessMood: brightNow Playing: Streets of LondonTopic: Homeless
WHEN I WAS HOMELESS and sleeping in an abandoned bilding with holes in the roof and rats and pigeons for company I used to get so cold on winter nights that two pairs of jeans, two jumpers, a jacket and coat worn inside a sleeping bag with blanket thrown over would just about keep me tolerably warm.
I was giong through one of my mad phases at the time. I thought living rough was the most "natural" form of existence.
My "natural existence" was hardly lacking in excitement. Now this squat was enormous and though I'd known a number of the previous residents, I ended up with the entire place to myself.
Apart from being cold enough, even in May, to keep my cyder cans refrigerator-cold, and dripping like Fingall's Cave whenever it rained, and apart from the fact this place was open for anyone to sneak in at all hours of the night and kill me in my bed (and as well as rats, the local cats and foxes seemed to have the run of the place) — apart from all this, THE BUILDING WAS HAUNTED.
There were some spectacular apparitions. I had all kinds of frights. Some lit up the Great Hall (as I called it) as brightly as a 1500-watt bulb. Now that is one hell of a bright ghost!!...
Posted by gledwood at 6:53 PM GMT
Updated: Sunday, 3 December 2006 7:05 PM GMT
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Monday, 4 December 2006 - 3:05 PM GMT
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Hello - this is a test only
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Brave you
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