@#$#%$%#@#$%ing Continuance on the Court Case

What another delay!!! I phoned up the Crown for a Verdict. The Trial continues. I maybe called back to give more Testimony in Court. Will know on the 28th. What a CROCK. ( excuse me for shouting).


We have a Continuance. For crying out loud. I need a Drink.

Hi,ho,hi,ho It's Off to Court I go

I thought I was being clever or funny with the Title. I Googled and it appears , I was not as original in my Idea for a Catchy Headline. It is really depressing now as thousands are or have been in the same boat.

Well I had one of the more stressful days, yesterday whilst at court than I have had in a long time. I arrived at court to be escorted into the Crown's Office. G and I were both witness's for the Crown. I wrote earlier about a Police Officer being called off duty to go to Court. They had 5 Police Officer's called in to give evidence. The Poor Cst.'s they were off duty or in between shifts to go on duty so instead of having a nice quiet afternoon to relax . Before having to don bullet proof vests to go to work.
They had to keep me and buddy boy company in court for several Hours. Plus 2 Sheriffs and 3 or 4 Lawyers's, Judge and
Steno's. All on our Tax Dollars. And to add insult to injury, We fed and housed Buddy boy and probably paid his rent on his house through Social Services.


So as I was the Prime witness. I was in the stand for over 1 and 1/2 hours. Being grilled by some want to be Perry Mason. Trying to trip me up on words and what I saw. I know it was the little Bugger, who was there and I said so. Even If i got mixed up on whether there was writing on the jacket or not or if I saw him dead on. How come I didn't notice he had a black eye. It was still HIM!!!! $%#@#$$%%$%$#@#$$%

So I do not know how it went as after i left the court and waited 15 minutes for G, the 5 Police Officers still had to go in to give evidence. If He gets off. I shall be furious with the Crown. As they turned down a deal for 6 months for this guy. Because He has a long criminal record and wanted to put him away for a long, long time in a Federal Prison. Hey 6 months, is a good deterrent.

I am glad I am not a SAINT. So I can @@@@ing Swear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Losing your cool

What make's some one lose their cool? It seems to me what causes yours truly to blow his top. Is not the Mountain's that suddenly appear out of no where but the little Mole Hills, that Life throws your way.

You may remember about the break-in, We had in the Building just before Christmas. Well as I mentioned before they caught the fellow. He has been residing behind bars since that date. Now it appears that, He has pleaded "I am Innocent. It was a friend of mine who did it not me" Bull feathers!!!!!!!

So what happens I get a Subpoena from the provincial court to appear in court this week as a witness for the Crown. Not only is this low life wasting my time but taking the arresting Officers out of active duty so they have to appear in court as well. Plus wasting the Judge's time etc. All using up my tax dollars. I realize one is innocent until proven guilty.

He confesses, he was in the building to the Police, when they pick him up, based on my description and the fact he had break-in tools in his possession and has been arrested for the same crime on many previous occasions.

It is enough to make a Saint swear.

Staying the Night at New Scotland Yard

When We first arrived in England. We I mean there where four of us, ( Jim,larry, Micheal and me). We arrived in the late evening at that time everything apart from Picadilly Circus was closed. As 3 of us had no where to stay as for Jim . He was a reporter and was staying in one of the Hotels downtown, he was 35+ and never left home before.

It was interesting to walk around one of the largest cities in the world and not see anyone. the sodium street lights cast an
eery , surreal glow on everything. Around 1:30 am, we found ourselves still walking the streets. Jim had checked himself into some hotel around the Victoria Station and we were going to met up with him at Trafalgar Square around noon the next day.

We came across New Scotland Yard. So i persuaded the guys to go into the building and ask if we could have a room for the night. As it was common practice in North America to ask the local Plod's for some lodging to keep off the streets.

I went up to the desk and spoke to the duty Sargent. He was an older fellow from Glasgow, Scotland so he told us afterwards over a cup of tea. You have to imagine this next exchange in a very broad and thick scottish accent.

" Och, Oye, Laddies . This is New Scotland Yard, we do not do that sort of thing here. We do not put people up in here, willingly. They always want out not in." " but if you want somewhere to sleep, You can sleep in St. James Park and I will tell the bobbies to leave, ye be until daylight. Before the upper Nobby, Snobs, complain to us that Hippies are sleeping in their precious park."

" I have to walk the dogs around that time anyways. I will come over and get you lot up. The Canadians are always welcome here, good thing you are not Yanks."

So he gave us the directions and a few sandwiches and off we went and went to sleep on the park benches. I was woken rather strangely as my face had the feeling of being washed. Opened my eyes and nearly had a fit as I stared right into the mouth of the biggest German Shepherd I had ever seen at the time. Who was giving me a lick to decide I guess, If I tasted good enough to eat. I guess i didn't because I am still around.

The Sergeant was there from the night before, walking 3 very large Police Dogs, he just laughed. ''Time to get up now boys." " If you come over to the station, Breakfast is being served and you are more than welcome to have a spot of tea."

So we showered and had a nice hot breakfast, the last I would have for a long time. On the way out they gave us some sandwiches and a 5 pound note.

Another Isle of Wight -1970's Festival Story

I was telling a story of Desolation road at the last blog about Gollum. After the Festival I stayed behind with a bunch of others to earn a few bob and get some meals. I signed up to help clean up the site of garbage and was paid 5 old pence per garbage bag. Also I was able to add to my wardrobe as when I came over to Uk early that year. I only came on a one way ticket, $1.20 in my pocket and the clothes on my back.

How I managed to get through customs I do not know. I digress..

Anyways, about a week after the Festival was over . There probably was about 20-30 people still at the site. We had cleaned up the site and helped take down the various fences etc. We had a visit from Constable Plod and some of his friends. They came to try and chivvy us up as the locals were complaining that the Hippies were still on site and wouldn't leave the Isle.

I was tidying up my stuff but as I was putting things into my haversack. When Constable Plod opened the tent door and saw me put a matchbox into my case. He said" Oy,Oy. What's in that matchbox. then" In those days one usually carried one's stash in a match box. He turned to his mates and said" We got one"." Got one what?" I said back to Him."

" I wonder what is in that matchbox?" he said. with a laugh and a nod to his mate. I told him" An Elephant".

"You can't get an elephant in a matchbox!" " You must have some dope in here." Said Constable Plod. I said " No, it is an elephant." " Ha,ha,Ha, Lets have a look at that matchbox ." Said constable Plod.

So he opened it up and inside. It was a little metal elephant that I was given by some girl in Canada before I left.

Well Constable Plod turned every shade of red and really didn't have a sense of humour. He left in a real huff. I then put my other matchbox into my haversack that I had in my pocket.

Well, the next day. We were all escorted off the Isle of Wight. As it seems we were in the Isle of Wrong and not
Isle of Wright. As we had all over stayed our welcome.

I landed in Southhampton and proceed to Hitchhike back to London. Unfortunately I walked almost all the way there.
I used to see these large Lorries pass by with what I thought was a divine message. Not to get disheartened, as I would get a ride to London, when it was right. It said " TAKE COURAGE".

I found out later on that it was a brand of beer. Although some of you would say Beer is divine.

Quick Fix Versus Meaningful Content

Those of you who read this blog; would have noticed that I have removed from the Blog several recent additions.

I have decided that I am going to try and stay away from what I refer to as a Quick Fix for something to add to this Blog. I felt that I not only cheated my readers the few that their are but mostly short changed myself. Pictures are fine and the odd time for provoking some comment just to change things around once in a while is OK.

But for this Blogger to rely on them, without putting some thought or meaning to the story being told. I will no longer take the easy way out just to feel forced to have some entry added to this site on a regular basis.

The idea behind doing this is for me, to have some sort of outlet to express oneself, clear one's mind of thoughts and to put things into some degree of order. Even if it appears to be organized chaos to others.

PROPER "FARTING" ETIQUETTE

For those of you who may not be aware of the proper protocol for letting the big one.

"WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST".

It is Thursday again in Canada

New Years Eve Baby




It seems that Thursdays are the main day for this Blogger to write some drivel. I am only doing this as Thursdays appear to arrive at least once a week. It must take me that long to recover from the other 6 days.

Well Mutley, I am writing this solely in your honour. As you once stated that it is always Thursday in Canada.

I do not know if that is the case for certain. It is only Thursday for 1/7 of the week. Even though we are a Bilingual Country, Thursday's only come once a week.

Although I know for a fact that, "It is always 5 o'clock somewhere".

I have to go to find my" Jigger of Salt". I have not seen it since last Thursday or is it really " Thirst Day".


CHEERS!!!!!!!!!