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About me

If for some reason you would like to read my blog, can't think why but there you go.. then ask! and I'll add you but right now there are people reading it that I don't want reading it so I've set it to private.

Also while I'm here, if you do want to add me as a friend a small note of explanation would be nice, just a thought.

I'm a Single Parent of two small kiddies* one's five and the other is seven (I keep having to edit this bit, oh how time flies, don't they just grow.. etc.. etc.. etc..) (sat at bus stop talking to old lady) (?) anywayz.... Prior to this I was a wandering hippie type, at least that's how I see it.. Some would probably say, and in fact have done, lazy person avoiding life, good for nothing sponging dollie, that sort of thing... But! I do like to believe that I was in actual fact looking for my self.. or something at least.. 'Looking for my self' does sounds better mind, and I always liked that song by U2.. Even if they are complete and utter CRAP!

And I still haven't found what I'm looking for though.. Anyway, Mind, I do have two beautiful children whom I love more than anything and all that.. They somehow have made things fit into place… cycle of life that sort of thing.

I was born in 1965 to two hippies that proceeded to whisk me around the world, finally stopping in North Wales when I was about eight, here I stayed until I left home at 16 due to an argument involving a drum kit. We lived on a hippie commune thing, all self sufficient like with bees, ducks, chickens, a goat and stuff.. hippie artists doing their thing.. hanging about on a farm in Wales eating home grown vegetables, magic mushrooms and feeding their children hash cookies as tranquilizers [actually that's a line from a book by Tama Janowitz] [sounds cool though] ..All in all though, not my idea, it was my parents, they made me do it.Peace loving Hippies, I dunno. My mum used to knit multi coloured tank tops on a knitting machine and then make me wear them, and shorts, and I had this ridiculous pageboy type hair cut, what was she thinking? my life going to small welsh country schools full of bigoted fascist farmers kids was hell. Character building though I'm sure, at least I hope so anyway.

I once went to live in Africa for three mouths to find myself.. the one thing the whole experience did teach me is that Imodium works, almost instantly..

My life is/has been, in fact, incredibly interesting and full of …err.. interesting things! I write about them from time to time.

After the above mentioned drum kit incident I wandered around from place to place, job to job until I met a girl in 2001, I got this one pregnant, twice! Broke up (as happens) and the kids are with me (as doesn't generally happen! wot with me being a BLOKE) (not that I feel there is any sort of prejudice toward single male parents... no no no ne no ne no no!.. that would just be plain paranoid of me)(don't be silly it's all in my mind) (..and no! I don't have a chip on my shoulder) (bastards).. but anyway.. I'd love to bring them up to be as wonder lustful as me.

I used to post regularly on MSN Blogs and tell stories of what we get up to, me and the kiddos. but then my X partner and mother of the children found it and my solicitor recommended that I stop.. so I did.

This is actually my second blog type thing to as ..err, someone I don't really want looking in was looking in so I moved... such is life.

Just two pictures that amuse me greatly for some reason...





As they'd** have you believe it if they could I'm sure***

*I'm not actually allowed to talk about them, my children that is, and basically my entire day revolves around them.. from start to finish, well till seven in the evening that is.. as that's when I wash them, read them a story and put them to bed.. I then get the rest of the evening to myself.. there are moments through the day when they leave me in peace for maybe half an hour.. and then there is the odd day when they both happen to be in either crèche or school.. But apart from that it's kids, kids, kids.. A world of nappies and I want I need Why? Why? Why? Food sprayed around the kitchen a mountain of washing, anyone with kids will know, and they tell you it's fun? All those baby/pregnancy magazines I used to read, preparing me for the world of joy I was about to be entering…. Lying bastards!

Seriously though, I love them [through gritted teeth] No I'm just messing I wouldn't trade them for anything.. I wouldn't trade being a single parent for anything.. All those people who go on about how hard it is being a single parent… Lying bustards, It's.. I'd best stop or I'll be getting myself into trouble. I will say though that these last year of my life has been some of the best, for the most part at least.

**They being Corporate controlled amerika Them! Them! Them!

***and then make you pay for the privilege I'm sure.

Update 22nd September 2008.
I should maybe point out that the above mentioned routine, bath, bed, story thing I mention a little above here, well it's sort of gone out the window now. the only way I can get the little buggers to bed now a days is to actually go to be my self,and I've given up putting them in their own beds, we all just crowd into mine, which is generally ok so long as I've reminded my daughter to go to the toilet before hand.

My work

My work? My god! My work is being a Single Parent! and anyone who isn't one will never know, until they become one maybe.. And then if they are a bloke and they have a wife.. Still they will never know. It takes up your whole life. It's more than a job, a job you go home from, you get tea breaks and a lunch hour.. YOU GET PAID.. No, single parent is taking care of someone's needs day in day out for the foreseeable future… which kinda irritates me when I have to fill in forms and the only option open to me is 'UNEMPLOYED' because I'm not!.. Unemployed is when you can sit around with your mates getting drunk every two weeks on your GIRO or maybe more frequently if you have nice working friends. Single Parent is full on 24/7 more taxing than any job I've ever had and I've had a few.

Ok maybe you get a few hours of an evening but still… it's not like you can nip down the pub for a few pints and get drunk with your mates… mind you when you’re a single parent all your friends seem to be single parents too..

Having said that though.. it is rather cool.. and I love it.. I love hanging around with the other 'mums' [I'm the only bloke] doing stuff going on courses.. its fun.. but most rewarding of all is having two little people that love me and turn to me when they hurt them selves.. when they wake up in the middle of the night scared and all they want to do is get into bed with me and be cuddled.. the look on their little faces when I get them from crèche or school.. all these things make everything worth while..

Life goes on.. round and round in circles. and now I'm here, with my own children, I love them and I want so much for them but ultimately they will find their own paths.. as much as I'd like them to do the things I did only better they most probably wont.. But! just so long as they are happy I really don't mind…

Mind you I say this… BUT! I was just the other day thinking about how my dad let me have a motorbike when I was 17? And I thought MY GOD! There is no way my son is having a motor bike.. So all in all I don't suppose I'll be the liberal free thinking parent I always thought I'd be..

Actually, I never thought I'd be a parent at all, when ever asked I'd say no, no, no, not me.

I'm happy.. though.. well for the most part, generally.