It's incredible how many people are going through this. There have been some incredibly stupid decisions made by this bunch of morons (ATOS?), like the guy who was declared fit for work even though he was in a coma.

I have a friend in the UK who I don't see often who I can't really call as he only has a pay as you go mobile and I'd suck up all his credit in a second, and I'm worried about him right now. He's bipolar and has episodes of extreme mania which are brough on by stress. He's basically in a very unstable state of mind even though he now sticks to his medication but I can't think what will happen if they tell him he's fit to work.

I'll be in the UK in August for a week and I'll go and check him out but f**k knows what might happen between now and then.

Do you have some sort of appeal process or anything like that? I think Mick (Glassback) has gone through this recently too.

if you were cooking, why did he have the fish slice?

Defense. Second amendment rights don'tcha know?

cheers guys n gal

yeah my appeal is in motion, i now actually have to go to tribunal. im in the process of getting legal advice and representation for it.
the main problem with this is there are no places to hear my tribunal in the place where i live, so i will have to travel around an hour on a bus to the nearest place. this will not be good for me, im not good with crowds or crowded public transport, which may of course work in my favour if i turn up for it half out of my mind, but id rather not get to that stage if i can avoid it.

yeah i spoke to mick when it all first started happening, should give him an update now i have something to update him on..

i hope your friend is ok

the weirdest thing through it all is they keep asking for my "facebook account" and if i dont give it to them tis could effect my benefits? i dont have a facebook!
obviously its so they can look at photos of people and see how social they are, obviously if you can talk to people online youre fine...

to be honest, id love to go out to work and have more than 30 quid a week to pay for food and heating and electricity, but im actually scared of a)the jobhunting and rejection phase and b)the not fitting in with work colleagues

ive never really been a sociable person, always had a very small close knit group of friends. eg now here in my home town, i have 2 friends, a girl i knew back when i was atennager and her brother.
other than that the only people i see are my mum and foster brother and my son when he visits. i spent christmas alone except for a couple of hours the day before christmas eve when my mum dropped off my lego
didnt see anyone then till the 4th of jan, when i got a food delivery from my friends mum.

dunno why im posting this, perhaps because i cant really talk to my mum about it as she worries and my friend katy is pregnant so i dont want to stress her out.

thanks all for putting upp with me

no, he had a pool cue, staff canteen escapades...

No more than seven a day, drink responsibly.

Unless you're Irish of course, in which case you can get an exemption from that rule.

Blech, need to sell stuff. Lots of stuff, for cheap, to get rid of it.

Every piece I sell is one less thing I have to tow around with me when I move.

Gotta cut down to 2 guitars, short FX/recording chain, 2 computers, 1 tablet, and just enough clothes and shoes to go a week between washes.

Everything needs to fit in 2 hardshell cases and 2 rolling suitcases, and my backpack. That makes moving super-simple.

Not going to sell any of my stuffed toys, though!

Meh, going to live my life as a migrant software engineer.

"What brings you to Canada, Mr Behan?" To which Behan is supposed to have replied "Well now, I was in a bar in Dublin and it had one of those coasters, and it said "Drink Canada Dry," so I thought I'd give it a shot." The second story states that he would write a slogan for Guinness if he were given a few crates of the product. The next day, the advertisers from Guinness returned to find the crates empty, surrounded by bits of crumpled paper, and he said "I've got it: 'Guinness makes you drunk.'"


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brendan_Behan

Can't sleep - dinner is churning in my guts like a Texas-sized barrel of acid. So, I present

THE WRITERS LIFE
By WoolyLoach

A writers life it is for me
I love to play with words, you see
They fly around like little birds
Beloved by all the geeky nerds
I like them short, i like them long
Sometimes they sound just like a song
Sometimes they fall a little flat
And no, i really don't like that!

A writers life, too-rah, too-ray
Is to just scribble every day
The words bust out into the air
Some blasted out my derriere'
A made up bit to make a phrase
I could just go for days and days
Penning rhymes and scrawling prose
I never get enough of those.

A writers life, I like it best
I have to get it off my chest
Words come to me at dark of nig\ht
And do so give a chilly fright
I dream of sentences that rhyme
Though most are hardly worth my time
Still i indulge my vanity
While left with little sanity.

It could be worse, I so suppose
I could be selling panty-hose
To mangy seals without their toes
Or fishy-smelling Eskimos
I i hit the meter on the nose
Then dance around without my clothes
'Cause that's the way it always goes
It's not illegal, I suppose.,

A writers life is full of thrills
It often doesn't pay the bills
So mow a lawn, or wash a car
Or sell cheap beer at some dive bar
You practice all the time there is
to try to make a story fizz
Just when you think the words all pop
Some critics says you are a flop!

A writers life, it's not for all
But when i write, I have a ball
Since when it's all been said and done
I find that writing's lots of fun
I scriven stuff without a care
And take it out so I can share
Youl'll read until you've had your fill
My words get right up in your grill!

On pyramids and blocks of stone
The scribes could not leave it alone
Lest Pharoahs fame soon start to fizzle
They would grab mallet and chisel
Hammer on some hieroglyphs
On tombs and right into the cliffs
Some bids, a fish, dude with a spear
And other symbols not as clear.

A writers life, not all delight
It sometimes keeps me up all night
I just can't find the turn of phrase
And I won't much sleep for days
It gnaws on me just like a dog
That I would really like to flog
But I will not admit defeat
because by words I won't be beat!

And so this ode comes to an end
Perhaps the sleeve of care to mend
as I crawl back into the sack
And prat the words will not attack
Let's dream of baby goats and sheep
And please, oh nothing very deep
I'd rather just lay there and snore
Insomnia I do abhor!

Wow, that was great!

Aww, thanks!!

I'm ugly, fat, balding, and have the personality of a rabid badger.

Can't sing, can't dance, not well hung, not rich. Can barely play guitar.

But I can kind of write...

Great stuff!!