notanonymous – Nick Grant

Nick Grant

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  • Advertising my Addiction

    This is a story about avoiding anonymity…

    Semicolon Tattoo

    Alcoholics Anonymous, Narcotics Anonymous, Cocaine Anonymous, Crystal Meth Anonymous, Gamblers Anonymous, Overeaters Anonymous, Sex Addicts Anonymous. Why are you hiding in anonymity?

    I feel like former addicts are cowering in shame, fearful that the world might discover their dirty little secrets. People are tucked away in church halls, community centres and other meeting places. Tea and biscuits are served, and the ostracised members of society discuss the trials and tribulations of sobriety and abstinence, amongst their peers.

    I’ve been to my fair share of 12-step meetings, and I know the format, the stories. I know that people are grateful to “the fellowship” for the lifeline they’ve been given. People reel off the number of days they’ve been clean & sober, and collect some kind of token for significant periods of time – 30 days, 90 days, 1 year etc. – as well as receiving a round of applause from the audience.

    Families are quick to take advantage of a weakness, and to blame one member for their own shortcomings and failures. The addict or alcoholic is a convenient scapegoat, whenever things are not going exactly swimmingly for the family. Transferring all your guilt, as a failed parent, as a terrible partner, as an impotent sibling, onto a designated individual, is a damnsight easier than taking any individual or collective responsibility. Victim blaming is convenient.

    Friends don’t really want to get involved. When the chips are down, you’ll find that most of your buddies are actually fair-weather friends. Very few people actually want to stick around when shit gets ugly. All those people who you thought were like your brothers and sisters… when the cash runs out and the drugs & alcohol run dry, you find yourself quite shockingly alone.

    Providing peer-to-peer support, from one black sheep to another, is a genius stroke. Amongst those who have fallen, you’re all equals. Everybody is tarred with the same brush. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter, and so you’re stripped of all the usual protocol that has to be observed as an addict or an alcoholic, in order to elicit human empathy that should be taken for granted.

    If you tell somebody that some tragedy has happened to you, and you’ve fallen on hard times, sympathy is forthcoming as long as you’re “clean & sober” but as soon as substance abuse enters the picture, suddenly your woes are believed to be self-inflicted, and therefore you’re not a ‘worthy‘ cause. The suffering addict or alcoholic has to start with a preamble, where you attempt to convince a hostile world that you’re abstinent from the very things that comfort you, when you’ve been kicked to the gutter by society, friends and family.

    Of course, it’s enticing, to cluster together in groups of similarly excluded and misunderstood people. There’s so much in common with these people, in particular the prejudice that you face on a daily basis. People talk about ‘dirty’ junkies, ‘winos’, ‘drunks’, ‘tramps’ and other derogatory terms. How quickly forgotten, the fact that at one time these trampled individuals were once somebody’s cute little baby or smiling child in a school photograph.

    Not Anonymous

    The reasons for retreating into anonymity are obvious. Who’s going to employ a former junkie? Who wants to live next door to a former addict? Who would trust their kids near a former alcoholic? Who would waste their time talking to a former pill popper?

    When you hide the things that trigger people’s prejudices, surprisingly they discover that they can actually get along with each other, they can like each other, and live together, despite the shocking stuff that happened in the past. When you go to an Anonymous meeting, you hear some hair-raising stories of the depths that people can sink to… but they’re still people. We all bleed the same. We are all subject to the same weaknesses, the same faults.

    I think that society is weakened when we allow the media to continue to portray an increasingly demonic view of the ‘dirty junkie‘ while at the same time the fallen angels hide themselves from public view. When it becomes “us” and “them” and nobody’s standing up and saying “I’m normal, just like you – we are the same” then the good vs. evil bullshit is allowed to perpetuate.

    Isn’t the whole point of rehabilitation to reintegrate into society? I don’t consider it recovery, to have to stick amongst my ‘own people‘, who are merely those who have been labelled and cast out of society due to life ‘choices‘ that they made.

    Do I really want a life of having to go to meetings, praising the fellowship, and sponsoring other “recovering” addicts and alcoholics? I hate that word – “recovering” – in the context of addiction and alcoholism. When do you become recovered? As far as I can see, the whole bullshit of a society hell-bent on labelling people, means that former addicts and alcoholics will never be considered recovered. They’ll always be labelled. They’ll always carry a black mark.

    So, I’ve marked myself. The semicolon tattoo behind my ear tells the world that I’ve struggled with depression, suicide attempts, and then later, drug and alcohol abuse problems. And you know what? I still drink too much. I still take stimulants and ‘downers‘. Is it abuse, addiction? Is it fuck. We’re all just doing what we’ve gotta do to survive.

    Part of survival for me is making life bearable. Of course people who are abused and mistreated are going to self-medicate. Of course people who have unbearable lives are going to reach out for whatever makes life a little bit easier.

    Frankly though, if we’re serious about treating each other well, helping each other, we could start by letting people be honest about their ‘mistakes‘ and past misdemeanours.

    I’m taking a big risk, by having myself so obviously marked, labelled. I’m taking a big chance, having a public blog in my own name, covered with photos of myself, and making full disclosure of my entire history of mental health problems and substance abuse. It’s either a gutsy or a stupid thing to do, but I hope it’s the former, not the latter.

    Somebody has to stand up and be heard, because silent and anonymous addicts and alcoholics are too much of a convenient group to scapegoat for the world’s problems, when in fact the existence of substance abuse is symptomatic of a depressing, lonely and abusive world, full of hateful humans who have no empathy for one another.

    While I don’t advocate the use of drugs and alcohol, I strongly believe that people who have had to suffer should no longer have to hide in the shadows, and be punished additionally for their pain.

    The burden that the addict or alcoholic must carry is more than any man or woman could possibly manage, and that’s not fair.

    Clean and Serene

    Do you think I give a shit about how long I’ve been ‘clean’ for? I was never ‘dirty’ in the first place.

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  • Misplaced Marbles

    This is a story about brain damage…

    Zombies Eat Brains

    Look at me, eating brains for breakfast. Actually, it’s obviously porridge, but I’ve clearly lost the plot. I’m a few sandwiches short of a picnic. I’m a few cards short of a deck. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, at the moment.

    I’ve been job hunting again this week, after a lengthy hiatus, and it’s remarkable how badly affected by stress I have been. In the grand scheme of things, 4 or 5 months out of action is really nothing at all, but having to jump through the recruitment hoops is my idea of hell.

    It was only a little over a month ago that I was completely bat shit insane and life was headed down the tubes, so I guess it’s natural that this first week back in the swing of things should come with some trepidation.

    I wonder how I will answer that question, in an interview: “what have you been doing with yourself since Christmas?“. I wonder how well it would go down if I told them I had mainly been locked in my en-suite bathroom, suffering extreme paranoid psychosis, out of my head on bath salts, or in a slurring semi-comatose state induced by legal benzodiazepines, that meant that it took me 15 minutes to explain to a friend that I was eating a slice of toast. Another friend thought I had suffered a stroke.

    Oh, I’m making my family very proud, eh? But what can you do? There was really very little hope for me after my brief efforts to keep the wheels of the machine turning, ended up being blocked by the holiday season. Faced with a cashflow crisis and the slow January job market, I backslid, I relapsed, I self-sabotaged.

    How much damage does it do, to get so messed up for 3 months? I mean seriously messed up. At one point I believed that window cleaners were spying on me at 11pm at night, on a bank holiday, with horrible winter weather lashing the building.

    You only have to look back to some of my blog posts from around that period to see that the whole bath salts & pink/blue pills from the internet combo wasn’t the greatest thing for my mental health. You can see the disjointed thinking, but yet my mind had failed to stop whirring away, so instead the complete garbage running around in the hamster wheel of my brain was just spewing forth onto the pages of this website.

    Where it all Began

    In a way, I’m tempted to go back and edit what I wrote, or even erase it from history. However, it’s an interesting record of everything that happened to me, in 8 months and counting. Here’s a brief recap:

    • I was living in a hotel
    • I was working a contract for HSBC
    • I was really enjoying my work
    • I was well liked and respected at HSBC, and a valued member of the team
    • I wasn’t drinking any caffeinated drinks
    • I wasn’t taking any drugs (i.e. bath salts) and hadn’t taken any since June
    • I decided to quit alcohol for 100 days
    • I got a flat, and said my friend John could live with me rent free if he did some work for me
    • After 30 days without any alcohol, I became suicidal, unable to cope with extreme stress
    • I went into a secure psychiatric unit of a hospital, voluntarily, for my own safety, for a week
    • My friend Klaus and me did a Man on a Mission scouting mission to Devon/Cornwall
    • I then went to San Francisco and caught up with one of my oldest schoolfriends and some of my startup friends
    • I then threatened to whistleblow on HSBC because their Customer Due Diligence project was being completely mismanaged
    • Naturally, HSBC then terminated my contract
    • I then travelled round London, doing my thing
    • I went on a load of political demonstrations
    • I started doing my advent calendar, leading up to the deliberatly ironically named Cold Turkey on Boxing Day
    • I sliced both forearms open with a razor blade, along the length of multiple veins
    • I did 101 days without alcohol, then relapsed heavily onto bath salts and benzos (sleeping pills) and pretty much destroyed my bed and generally made a right mess of myself and my bedroom/en-suite
    • I got better (or did I?)

    Perhaps I should put this website on my CV and link to it from LinkedIn. I’ve obviously given a great deal of consideration to who is likely to read this. I expect that at some point, some people from JPMorgan, HSBC and my startup days have read things that must be quite eye opening for them.

    I remember on the first Friday at my most recent contract at HSBC, a couple of the guys took me out for a beer and the conversation was steered onto the topic of drugs. I had my game head on, so I didn’t go into exquisite detail about my colourful past, but I did later fall asleep at the bar and get told by security staff that I couldn’t take a nap on my stool. I wasn’t on any drugs at the time, but my alcohol tolerance was quite low.

    It should be remembered that I wasn’t abusing drugs for that whole time I was working at HSBC, and I was actually sober for the whole of October, as the first 31 days of my 101 day sober challenge to myself, which I achieved.

    Well, that’s not strictly true. After a week at HSBC, I realised that my cashflow was completely screwed and living in a hostel whilst working on the number one project was not going to work, but I didn’t have any money. I mean no money at all. I wasn’t going to be able to travel to work, eat, or even afford to pay for my hostel bed anymore.

    What a ridiculous situation. I was earning many many times more than the average wage, but yet my cashflow was in bits. I was employed doing some very very important work, but I couldn’t afford to get the tube to work or buy a sandwich. The money was there, but it was trapped in the system: waiting for my invoices to be paid.

    Can you imagine that? You were living in the park, then you were living in a hostel bed, you start work with your one suit and your one pair of shoes, and you don’t have any money, but you’re working on the number one project for the biggest bank in Europe, and the CIO names you in front of the entire team, at the townhall meeting, as the guy responsible for a certain important piece of work… but you haven’t got two pennies to rub together.

    So, I ask you, where do you think some of my ‘madness‘ comes from? Is it all due to genetics, to a disease… or do you think some of it comes from the extreme stress and pressure, and the lack of a proper safety net? How hard do you think it is, to fall between the cracks, and try to rescue yourself from destitution? How much of a toll does it take on your body and mind to have to fight your way back from the brink of death and dereliction?

    8 Canada Square Sunset

    I pretty much slept at the office, because there was nothing for me to go home to

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  • Twelve Angry Steps

    This is a story about not being anonymous…

    Owl Hangover

    I’m not powerless over drugs and/or alcohol. My life has become pretty unmanageable, but I don’t need a higher power to return me to sanity. I don’t consider myself an alcoholic or an addict and I don’t go to meetings.

    I certainly have trouble turning down subsequent drinks, after I’ve had my first 2 pints of strong European lager and I’m enjoying the company of friends or work colleagues. It’s probable that I will keep drinking until I’ve had 6 or 7 pints and I’m reaching an intoxication limit where I’m starting to slur my words and be unsteady on my feet. I won’t keep drinking though… I’ll normally bolt for home & bed when I’ve hit my limit.

    I don’t think I’ve had an alcoholic drink before midday on any day except Christmas Day, and even then, only a handful of times. I’m pretty sure I never went more than about 10 consecutive days where I got drunk. I know I did 115 days without a single drop of alcohol. I didn’t cheat once, even though there were times that I was very tempted to bend the rules.

    There have been times when my drinking was getting out of control, with beer every lunchtime, long Friday afternoons in the beer garden, drinking again when I got home, drinking all weekend. I’m not sure it ever qualified as ‘problematic‘ though. Drinking was quite ingrained in the lifestyle of my friends and the work culture, to the point that despite many years of being half-cut in the office, nothing has ever been said, except for one day I was so hungover I didn’t make it to my desk until 2pm.

    But alcohol really isn’t my problem. Supercrack is my poison of choice. Certainly if I have this drug in my possession, there is limited chance of me doing anything sane or rational. There’s the added problem of unplanned binges as well. Once you pop, you can’t stop.

    When I am struggling with active addiction, I tell myself all sorts of lies. The main one is that I will act in some kind of reserved, controlled way. Once Supercrack is coursing its way through my drugstream, there is very little chance of me seeing onrushing death and health damage as any reason to curtail my foolish actions.

    Do we think that the many relapses that I’ve had mean I’m an addict for life, and as such, should always attach that label to myself, even when I’m ‘clean‘? Well, it’s certainly true that once experienced, things cannot be un-experienced, and there is disappointingly little dissipation in the desire to continue to use a drug that one has been addicted to, if there were no consequences.

    Aversion therapy, is using negative reinforcement to break the addiction to something. If you link and associate enough unpleasant experiences with your addiction, the downsides start to outweigh the upsides, and it’s not so difficult to stay ‘clean‘. Could you be said to no longer be ‘addicted‘?

    Medoc Medoc Medoc

    Human memory is a strange thing though. Negative memories seem to fade faster than positive ones. When you recall some event that was extremely harrowing at the time, each time you think about it, it loses some of its pain and regret. Humans are programmed to be optimistic and take risks. Otherwise, we would never have risked leaving our caves to hunt and domesticate sharp-toothed & clawed predators.

    Another lie that I tend to tell myself when I’m slipping back into active addiction, is that there will be some way to satisfy my addictive demands with some harm-reduced and risk-managed ‘lapse’ that will stave off a full relapse. In actual fact, this then gives the excuse for the next addict lie, which is that the use of drugs can then no longer cease until I’m fully satisfied that I have extracted the maximum possible from the experience, even though the trend is clearly destructively spiralling downwards.

    This drive to end a period of addiction on your own terms is kind of laughable, if I look at myself with a harshly critical eye. I can see that there is never any recapturing the initial high that you experience when your tolerance is low and your body in a healthy state. Your days are literally numbered while you’re in the grip of a dangerous addiction, and refusing to acknowledge that continuing is futile and foolish.

    Coke Cat

    Most people run out of money or run out of luck before they have exhausted their demand for their drug of choice. The common street drugs have been on the market for long enough to find a price point that has been optimised to fit the addictiveness of the drug to an affordability that ensures steady demand.

    I feel very grateful that I never became addicted to Cocaine, Crack Cocaine, Heroin, Crystal Meth or other street ‘hard‘ drugs. They say a fool and his money are easily parted, and so, the street drug addict must be the biggest fool of them all.

    Or is it so clear cut? With street drugs, at least you have some direct human contact with your dealer, who has a symbiotic relationship with you, and therefore a reason to not let you tip over the edge into total self annihilation. Often, social groups might form around drug use, and there’s a kind of safety in numbers. Even an addict might heed the advice of another addict when somebody says “I think you’ve probably had enough“.

    Having essentially unlimited access to the drug you’re addicted to, with virtually zero oversight or social ties, is like playing a game of chicken where you’re invisible to an oncoming bus driver. Only you can jump out of the way of the bus. The drug will never blink, never back down.

    And so it is, I find myself able to relate to most of the stories I hear addicts and alcoholics tell, but there is something terrifyingly unknown and isolating about being amongst the first addicts to have become ensnared by mass-produced Chinese legal research chemicals, and with unlimited access to the world’s hardest drugs, with a few mouse clicks on the Dark Web.

    Governments have no idea what the consequences of trying to head off the cat & mouse game of criminalising novel chemical compounds will be. The invention of the Dark Web and the synthesis of these new ‘designer‘ drugs is surely a reaction to laws and prohibition. Who could have foreseen that this would create new drugs, new markets, trap unintended types of people into the horrors of addiction and criminal justice?

    Crack Attack

    That’s a rock of Crack Cocaine that I was offered on the street soon after moving from North London to East London. Disruption in somebody’s life can expose them to things that they’ve never experienced before.

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  • Advent Calendar (Day Seventeen)

    This is a story about legal highs…

    Amino Acids and Vitamins & Minerals

    When your parents are drug addict losers, you have to do a lot of research if you’re going to save their life. Their health damage is probably too bad to save them now, but if my niece gets to spend a little longer with granny & granddad, then it will have been worth it.

    The above amino acid and vitamin complex is what is necessary if want to replenish the brain chemicals that drugs wash out of your system.

    Let’s do a bit of a tour:

    L-Tyrosine

    This is the precursor to dopamine. You can give yourself early-onset Parkinsons if you take excessive dopamine agonists (e.g. Cocaine) and damage the neurons in the Basal Ganglia. Don’t fuck with dopamine. It gets you out of bed in the morning.

    You can fuck up your domaninergic system with all kinds of drugs. Crystal Meth and Amphetamine and Caffeine. Yes, that’s right, Caffeine. Same thing. Caffeine is legal amphetamine.

    5-Hydroxytrypophan (5-HTP)

    This is the precursor to Serotonin and Melatonin. Very important for mood regulation, digestion and sleep. You do want to poop don’t you? Well, it’s best to not cause neurotoxicity to your serotonin releasing neurons. 5-HTP can also be an excellent sleep regulator, as it will give you a melatonin boost.

    There are few street drugs that deplete 5-HTP. But there’s one very popular one: 3,4-Methyledioxymethamphetamine… Ecstasy, or ‘pills’ as they’re colloquially known. Suicide Wednesday is not known by that name for no reason, amongst the clubber/raver community.

    Phenylalaninie

    This is the precursor to adrenaline and noradrenalin. You might think it’d be cool to be like me and have your adrenal gland so burnt out that I have no self preservation instinct, but most people don’t drive or cycle with the ability that I do. You’re an organ donor if you hesitate for a single second in threading the eye of the needle in-between double decker busses.

    Adrenalin might seem annoying when you get “Elvis Legs” on a really difficult climb, trying to clip a bolt and knowing that if you miss, you’re going to fall about 40 feet or more. Eventually your body re-adjusts, and standing on the top of a 1,500ft tall spike of rock, without any ropes attached to you, is all about the photo-op rather than the potential death.

    In the office, people get annoyed with you. They wander over to your desk to tell you how important the report they need is. You just ask them how many people’s lives are at danger. You ask how many lives are going to be saved, and then they go away.

    Vitamin B6

    Very good for allowing all the amino acids to be absorbed into your body. You get a lot more bang for your buck with B6.

    Tea & Coffee Extracts

    You’ve been drinking tea and/or coffee for most of your life and your “because I like it” excuse is not watertight. It contains caffeine, so you have habituated the ritual of drinking it. I like making tea. I like the hot water plant alkaloid extraction method (infusion). It reminds me what a bunch of ignorant addicts – who are in denial – that I have to live with.

    The extracts that I take are a bit like decaf tea or coffee. They are giving your body the other complex set of chemicals in tea and coffee, without the addictive caffeine and the weirdo behaviour of having a hot drink on a hot day.

    Vitamins & Minerals

    Yes, everybody knows you can knit your own yoghurt if you have a flower in your hair and have wind chimes that annoy the shit out of the neighbours. Rather than grow a massive pile of fruit and vegetabes in a window box that I don’t even own, it’s easier to make sure that I’m topped up on all my vitamins and minerals with a single daily pill.

    Pills don’t replace a balanced diet but they sure as hell are more convenient than having to plan meals around whether I’m getting adequate trace amounts of everything that makes a healthy body.

    If you drink alcohol or take mind-bending drugs, they’re depleting your body’s nutrients. Your brain will be flooded with a month of serotonin, for example, when you drop an Ecstasy pill. I don’t condone drug taking, but kids will be kids. The best thing that the mum and dad of a raver kid can do for them is to buy them some 5-HTP, if you want to avoid suicide Wednesdays.

    Also, if somebody who isn’t me had been on a massive drug bender, their cravings would be pretty damn terrible. The NHS will put you on a ‘script’… that is to say that they will keep giving you the drugs you need because the crash will be so awful that you’ll probably kill yourself, or go and nick a car stereo to pay for a bag of drugs. It’s smart drug policy to have your population not nicking car steros and killing themselves on a comedown.

    Would it surprise you to learn that I’ve been in The Priory? It was a bit shit actually. There were no celebrities (apart from me) and the tellies were bolted down so you couldn’t even chuck them out of the window, not that the windows opened very wide.

    I wasn’t in The Priory on a Librium script, so I couldn’t have been an alcoholic. I wasn’t in The Priory on a subutex or methadone script, so I couldn’t have been a heroin junkie. I wasn’t in The Priory on a dexedrine script, so I couldn’t have been a crystal meth or amphetamine junkie. I’ve decided to make it the world’s shittest Christmas present to tell the world why I was in The Priory, on this coming Christmas Day 2015. Just for the hell of it.

    One of the most amusing phone calls I have ever received was from my boss at JPMorgan saying that they’d got a really nice bonus for me, because of all my good work in the 6 months I’d been in the team. I’d saved the world from a market liquidity event that could have seen another Credit Crunch get triggered. I had other things on my mind, but it’s still nice to hear that stuff.

    If I had one piece of business advice for you: hire a junkie. They work their fucking arses off.

    Staying clean is expensive though. What goes up must come down, and you’re going to need £200 of dietary supplements to plug the hole in your brain.

    When I say ‘junkie‘ I also include those compliant little freaks that like doing homework, and people who are prepared to neck huge bottles of Modafinil and Methlyphenidate (Ritalin) and any other study aids. Doping in eduction is as bad as doping in sport, if not more widespread. The drugs are cheap and your earning potential will pay you back many times over. It’s a good investment.

    The adversarial system with ‘winners‘ is totally screwed.  People will do anything for a competitive edge. Personally, I just want to have the odd day where I’m not lethargic and negative and disinterested in everything, and I have to try and shout down the urges to run a sharp knife through my radial artery.

    Never let it be said that I didn’t try every avenue.

    No Drugs for Me

    No drugs for me, please. I’ll just take a coffee to go. Could you just put a shot of dexedrine in it for me though, please? (February 2015)

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  • Advent Calendar (Day Fifteen)

    This is a story about three types of people…

    Award Winning

    There are only 3 types of people in the world. That’s it. The whole of humanity can be divided into just 3 buckets. If you want to label people, you can use one of these 3 handy labels, to judge people.

    But 3 doesn’t sound like very many? Aren’t people way more complicated than that? Aren’t there 12 buckets that people are put in, like signs of the zodiac? Yes, isn’t your star sign all you need to know about a person to figure out everything you need to know about a person? If you know somebody’s star sign, you just have to look at their horoscope for the day, and you can predict their future, right?

    Well, maybe all that horoscope stuff is bunkum. Maybe it’s New Age hippy crap that doesn’t mean anything. I mean, it’s not very scientific, is it? Everybody knows that horoscope writers just put generic stuff that could apply to anybody. That’s the skill in writing horoscopes: writing statements that are ambiguous enough that they could apply to anybody.

    So what about Myers-Briggs? Isn’t 16 types of people rather than 12 the solution? Having 16 buckets to put 7 billion people into is surely the solution to the madness of believing in horoscopes. Yes, those extra 4 buckets make all the difference.

    I do take some pride from the fact that I come out as an ENTJ – Field Marshal – personality type, when I’m tested, which is only 1 to 3% of the population. However, I have a way of simplifying things and making them very black & white. I’m a computer programmer, so I like binary. There are 10 types of people in the world. Those who understand binary and those who don’t.

    So, the best I can do is to categorise people into 3 buckets, so that they can be judged and mistreated accordingly. We seem to love prejudice and presumption, and bullying people, so I’ve developed a really simple test and a form of categorising people into just 3 categories.

    Here it is…

     

    Type I – Potential Addicts

    The potential addict is somebody who has not yet tried addictive substances. An addictive substance is anything psychoactive that alters your perception of reality, with examples being:

    • Alcohol
    • Caffeine (as found in tea, coffee and cola)
    • Nicotine (as found in cigarettes, cigars, shisha and vape)
    • Medication for depression & anxiety
    • Pain medication
    • Legal highs
    • Narcotics (illegal drugs)

    The potential addict has not yet tried any of these things, so we do not yet know if this person is an addict. These people are normally children, because most adults have been exposed to one of the above substances.

    Only if you have never tried any of the above substances, can you be considered to be a potential addict.

    You need to be really honest when you are answering the single question that identifies you as a potential addict.

    Here’s the only question you need to answer:

    Have you ever taken any of the substances listed above?

    The next part is really easy. If the answer is no, then you are a potential addict and your capacity for addiction is as yet unknown. You should be regarded with fear and mistrust. You are a ticking time bomb of addiction. You are a potential monster. You are a menace to society.

    Type II – Addicts

    The addict is somebody who, at least once every 3 to 6 months, takes an addictive substance. An addictive substance is anything psychoactive that alters your perception of reality, with examples being:

    • Alcohol
    • Caffeine (as found in tea, coffee and cola)
    • Nicotine (as found in cigarettes, cigars, shisha and vape)
    • Medication for depression & anxiety
    • Pain medication
    • Legal highs
    • Narcotics (illegal drugs)

    The addict takes these substances on a regular basis. Whether that’s every 3 to 6 months, or daily dosages of the demonic plant alkaloid known as caffeine. Addicts who drink steaming hot cups of addiction are littered throughout society, flagrantly parading their lack of willpower and devil-may-care attitude to the damage they’re doing to themselves and others.

    Addicts who smoke or vape are smelly and are setting fire to money on a regular basis and inhaling toxic combustion products, and toxic chemicals. This insanity is further evidence that they have been possessed by a demon. That demon is addiction. These people are monsters. They should be shot at dawn. Their heads should be put on a spike.

    Medically sanctioned addiction is no better. Just because your doctor (a.k.a. drug dealer) gave you medication for pain, that’s no different from scoring heroin on a street corner. There is zero difference between obtaining medication for depression, or injecting heroin to treat your crushing emotional damage. Zero. Nada. Exactly the same thing.

    You need to be really honest when you are answering the single question that identifies you as an addict.

    Here’s the only question you need to answer:

    Do you take any of the substances listed above (every 3 to 6 months or more regularly)?

    The next part is really easy. If the answer is yes, then you are an addict and you need help. Why are you wasting money and damaging your health taking substances? There’s no excuse.

    Because you can’t stop taking these substances, you have proven to the world that you have no self-control. You have proven to the world that you have no willpower. You have proven to the world that you’re weak. You selfish monster. I hate you. Pooh you! You shitting pooh-pooh head! Stinky bum head!

    You lose, addict.

    Type III – Non-Addicts

    The non-addict is somebody who has tried addictive substances but has not become addicted. The definition of not being addicted is having tried something, but choosing not to take addictive substance. The very process of not taking an addictive substance is what defines a non-addict.

    The non-addict is aware of the effects of addictive substances, but chooses not to use them. The non-addict is somebody who demonstrates willpower and self-control. The non-addict, is by their very omission, proving that they are not addicted. They have tried, and they resist the temptations of the addictive substances.

    Not taking addictive substances, having tried them, is the only way to prove that you’re not a potential addict. If you haven’t tried addictive substances, you simply don’t know whether you’re an addict or not. A non-addict can conclusively show that they are not an addict. Quod erat demonstrandum.

    Non-addicts are completely abstinent from all of the following substances:

    • Alcohol
    • Caffeine (as found in tea, coffee and cola)
    • Nicotine (as found in cigarettes, cigars, shisha and vape)
    • Medication for depression & anxiety
    • Pain medication
    • Legal highs
    • Narcotics (illegal drugs)

    The non-addict has tried one or more of these substances, and proven that they are not an addict, by not taking them. If you take any of the above substances, you are an addict, not a non-addict.

    It’s a really easy test to see if you’re an addict or not. If you drink tea, coffee or cola, you’re probably an addict who is in denial. Denial is not a river in Africa. Denial is when you deliberately ignore the evidence.

    Non-addicts have collected evidence that they are not addicts. Non-addicts are laughing at you when you accuse them of being addicts, in between sips from your coffee cup.

    There’s a simple test to see if you’re a non-addict or not. You have to go for more than 6 months without having any of the addictive substances you’ve tried. Yes that’s right: any of the substances. Because addictions can be transferred, you can’t just stop taking heroin and take up drinking coffee. You can’t just stop smoking cigarettes and start having cups of tea. That’s just transferring your addiction.

    Here’s the only question you need to answer:

    Do you take any of the substances listed above (every 3 to 6 months or more regularly)?

    The next part is really easy. If the answer is no, then you are a non-addict and you can laugh at anybody who talks to you about addiction in between cups of coffee and puffs on cigarettes, while swallowing loads of medications etc. etc.

    If you break your abstinence by taking any of the listed substances, then you are an addict. There’s no cheating. There are no excuses. You are self-medicating for your untreated addiction if you take anything from the list above. You might be in denial if you’re saying things like “yes, but” or fooling yourself about how regularly you are taking addictive substances.

    Only a non-addict is able to go for over 6 months without any of the substances listed above. And only a non-addict can stick two fingers up at you and laugh and call you a c**t. Yes, non-addicts are allowed to be all high and mighty, and look down their nose sneeringly at you. Only a non-addict is allowed to be pious and critical of your lifestyle. Only a non-addict is allowed to act all holier-than-thou and pretend they’re whiter than white.

    It’s an established fact that non-addicts are allowed to be as horrible as they like to Type I and Type II people, because they’re inferior. The Type I and Type II people are weak and worthless, and can be treated with disdain, contempt and disrespect. Type I and Type II people are literally pieces of s**t that shouldn’t be p**sed on if they’re on fire.

     

    I think you’ll find that this logic is completely watertight. I think you will find that there is not a single flaw in this reasoning. I’m sure that you’ll agree wholeheartedly with this new system of classification, given that it is reasoned from unquestionable base principles.

    My own mother used to take heroin, but then stopped. She believes that this proves she isn’t a heroin addict. Her reasoning is pretty sound. Seems to make sense to me, at least. Well done her.

    Only my Mum still smokes and she’s a total alcoholic. Oh, and she drinks loads of tea and coffee. So I guess she’s still an addict. Oh, oops. So her stopping taking heroin really didn’t prove anything, did it? No. Especially as she was still taking other illegal drugs. Yes, there seems to be a flaw in her logic.

    I like my Mum, even if she’s a total alcoholic junkie. She decided to have a baby (me) with another alcoholic junkie, which is a shame, but at least they never judged me, because they’re aware of their own addictions.

    Oh no, hang on a second. There was that time when they walked into my house and stopped me from emailing psychiatrists about a hospital admission to treat my Bipolar Disorder, and instead accused me of being a drug addict and dragged me outside where some work colleagues saw me and wondered why I wasn’t at work.

    Yes, it seems rather odd that a couple of drug addicts would enter the private home of a person with a mental illness, and drag him through the streets, accusing him of having a drug addiction. That would seem to be rather hypocritical to me.

    I wonder what the psychological effects of such action would be. To shame your son for the guilt that you yourself carry. To blame your son for your own lack of willpower and addiction. That would be pretty shitty, wouldn’t it?

    Yes, my parents kinda like to pass the buck. They think they’re so smart, but they’re just out to cover their own guilt. They’re pretty paranoid and psychotic after so many years of extensive drug and alcohol abuse. Years and years and years. It takes its toll on the body and the mind. They have lost the plot. They’re fucking senile.

    Oh, what about me?

    Well, I’ve not been drinking for 82 days, but I’ve been abstinent from all the other substances for 6 months. I’m well on my way to non-addict status. I’m a lot more of a non-addict than anybody else I know. That’s why I find it so insulting and offensive when people want to talk to me about alcohol, drugs etc.

    If you want to know about being a non-addict you should be asking me, not telling me things. I can tell you about how hard it is to flush all psychoactive substances from your life. They are ubiquitous. They put caffeine in all sorts of things, so that you get hooked on those products.

    I have started to hear people saying “sugar is a drug” and that’s given me an idea.

    When you eat food, your body will break it down and convert the carbohydrates into glucose, because glucose is what powers every cell in your body. Your human body runs on glucose and oxygen. Your body runs on sugar.

    However, I accept the challenge.

    I’ve decided that as my final challenge I will go without sugar. Given that sugar is glucose, and all food is converted to glucose, I will have to go without food. Yes, if I’m going to quit sugar, I will have to quit food.

    So, I’ve decided to go on hunger strike. Yes, when you’re all stuffing yourselves with your Christmas dinner, I think I will go and stay in a tent (houses are a drug?) and just live on fresh air. I’m going to quit food for Xmas. How’s about that?

    I’m just taking things to their logical conclusion. The only way to prove that you’re a non-addict is to give up on food.

    If you give up on food, pretty soon you give up on oxygen. Oxygen is a drug. You keep taking breath after breath, you oxygen addict!

    I’m going to quit food, because food contains sugar, and sugar is a drug. By quitting food, I get to quit oxygen too.

    Yes, when I’m dead from starvation, suffocation, you will be able to see just how brilliant not being addicted to anything is. Make sure you have a warm cup of tea or coffee with some sugar in it to sip at my funeral. The glucose from the sugar will help to keep you warm, and the caffeine will help you concentrate on whatever bullshit the preacher is spouting.

    Hurrah for me. I’m a fucking genius. I’ve figured out how to not be addicted to ANYTHING.

    Yes, I’m going to sit in my tent, with no food, no sex, no internet, no gambling and certainly no tea or coffee. I’ve never smoked and I don’t take drugs, so it should be fairly easy. I just need to beat a few hunger pangs and then the pain will be over.

    I’m looking forward to an eternity as a non-addict. The dead aren’t addicted to anything. Hurrah for the dead. I aspire to be dead. I’m mostly there.

    Addict Cat

    Have a little think about what type of person you are. Be honest. How long have you honestly done, without a single drop of any of the substances I listed? You’re going to have to be super duper honest because addiction makes you lie to yourself and others

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  • Advent Calendar (Day Nine)

    This is a story about demon drink…

    Toast to the Bride

    Drinking champagne, meant for a wedding. A toast to the bride, a fairytale ending. Those are some of my favourite song lyrics.

    I’m not alcoholic because alcoholics go to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and they can’t stop drinking. Alcoholism, by its very definition, is the inability to curtail your consumption despite the damage to your health, wealth and relationships. I don’t abuse alcohol and I can stop drinking for long periods whenever I want, so I’m not an alcoholic. Quod erat demonstrandum.

    I can go lengthy periods without alcohol. Currently, I’ve not been drinking for the last 76 days, and I’m going to do 101 days, just because I can. Yes, you might have the odd 6 days off drinking, but I bet you’ve never done 8 days. I bet you’ve never done 28 days. I bet you’ve never done 90 days. The chances are, if you tried to quit, you’d find that your ‘willpower‘ is very weak indeed.

    Alcohol is brilliant for treating anxiety. It calms the nerves. It’s like Diazepam (Valium) in a bottle from the supermarket, with a hangover. The two drugs – alcohol and Diazepam – have exactly the same effect on the Central Nervous System (CNS)… the brain. They both cause the release of a neurotransmitter called GABA, which calms the brain. Alcohol is a GABA agonist which means it causes GABA to be released in the brain.

    If you flood your brain with GABA, you will be more relaxed and somewhat disinhibited. People incorrectly say that alcohol is a depressant but it’s actually a CNS suppressant. That is to say, it suppresses a certain amount of brain activity. It makes you chilled out and stupid. It does not make you depressed, but if you are depressed, those feelings may come to the forefront of your mind, because you are disinhibited.

    You can get happy drunks, angry drunks and sad drunks. All that is happening, is that the person’s mask is slipping and you’re seeing what they’re really like behind their public persona. Alcohol is almost a truth serum. In vino veritas, means “in wine, truth“. The Romans knew a lot about wine.

    Why do I keep quoting latin at you? Well, it’s because I’m challenging your shorthand notation for a person’s life. I think I overheard somebody describe my reason for not drinking the other day as “because he’s a recovering alcoholic“… that’s outrageous! I have elected not to drink through choice. If I was an alcoholic, I would be alcohol dependent, and therefore unable to choose to stop drinking despite my desire to save my liver and bank balance from being decimated.

    Black Velvet

    In actual fact, stopping drinking has cost me staggering sums of money. I was working on HSBC‘s number one project – Customer Due Diligence – which was an incredibly stressful project requiring very long hours of sustained high pressure. The only way to cope was with alcohol. When I quit drinking, I could no longer cope with the madness of that failing project.

    I had decided to quit drinking for the Go Sober for October charity event, which would give me an excuse to resist the relentless peer pressure to get drunk with my colleagues. I lived and breathed the project I was working on, and I live and breathe banking, which means I lived and breathed drinking culture. It’s very hard to be a sober banker, especially on the number one projects.

    Alcohol carried me through JPMorgan‘s DTCC project (their number one project that year) and we delivered it on time and on budget with a green offshore team of Accenture developers. I was the Development Manager. Just about the only way to cope with the pressure and stress of that project was with copious amounts of alcohol… oh and some very cool bosses who just let me get on with my job.

    I’ve had the good fortune of working with some very brilliant people. Most of whom have been massive drinkers. I’ve started to lose friends to liver damage though. Alcohol abuse catches up with you eventually.

    Is it some health scare that caused me to stop drinking? Well, so far as I know my liver is OK. I had an ultrasound a couple of years ago, and my liver was torn from blunt trauma and damaged by hyperthermia, but it wasn’t cirrhotic. Alcohol didn’t cause the damage because I wasn’t drinking at the time (or eating, but that’s another story). My liver has been fully recovered for quite a while now. It’s one of the few organs in the body that can repair itself, if you give it a chance.

    So, what’s the short answer? What’s the shorthand? What’s the soundbite? Well I’m afraid there is no shorthand. You can’t label me as an alcoholic because I don’t abuse alcohol. I don’t even drink. Q.E.D.

    Did alcohol abuse cause me to go homeless? Did alcohol abuse put me in hospital? Are those events connected to alcohol? No.

    No, sorry to disappoint you. I wasn’t drinking at any of the times when I have been hospitalised. I know you’re hunting for something to point your finger at. I know that victim blaming is convenient. We like to label people. We like to pigeon hole people. Sadly, I don’t really fit inside a neat little box. Nobody does, despite how much easier and less scary life appears to be when we imagine that we can pre-judge everybody.

    Nothing good ever came from prejudice.

    Shrooms

    That’s a photo of the last alcohol that I consumed, on the 25th of September 2015. A glass of port with some shrooms. Not magic mushrooms, containing the psychedelic chemical Psilocybin, because that’s a Class “A” drug. Nope, those shrooms contain ice cream. Those glasses contain port wine.

    Since then, I’ve had a fall-out with one of my oldest friends who’s now not talking to me, I lost my job and I’ve been in hospital for a week. I also nearly threw myself off the Golden Gate Bridge, due to suicidal thoughts. All in all, not a great case for sobriety. My wealth and mental health have been severely impacted by my 101 day experiment, but I’ve started so I’ll finish.

    Conducting this in-vivo experiment has been extremely unethical. To risk your life and livelihood in order to discover the link between alcohol, anxiety and depression, is not something that any medical professional could sanction, condone. I’ve had to ignore the advice of healthcare professionals in order to uphold my commitment to discovering what happens when you quit drinking.

    I’m not completely reckless. I know that for dangerous levels of alcohol dependency, quitting drinking abruptly can kill people. Having a seizure due to the sudden drop in the alcohol levels in your bloodstream can kill you. In a treatment centre for alcoholism, they would give you Librium and taper your dose down gently, to prevent you from having a fit.

    Despite not having a physical alcohol dependency, it has still been exceedingly unpleasant to quit drinking. The elevated levels of anxiety that you experience, due to the conditioning of your body to expect alcohol as a coping mechanism for high stress levels, makes life fairly unmanageable. You have absolutely no idea how much of a crutch alcohol is in your life, because you’ve never quit boozin’ for months on end. You just haven’t done it. Period.

    I really don’t give a toss whether you want to carry on drinking or not. I won’t judge you. I’m not preaching to the world about the few benefits of being a non-drinker. I’m not expecting people to go teetotal like me. In fact, I really don’t think you can do it. It’s too hard for most people. Most people are addicts. They say “I can quit anytime I want” because they can not drink for 6 days and not have tea/coffee/coke for 2 days. Those are not long enough periods of time to make any pronouncement about your addiction. Those short periods of time prove nothing, except that you can fool yourself into thinking you’re not substance dependent.

    It takes time for cravings and withdrawal to kick in. The headaches and cognitive impairment associated with stopping caffeine use takes at least 3 days to kick in. You will have terrible cravings after a week or so. You don’t know this stuff, because you never go for long enough without a cup of tea or coffee, or a can of Coca-Cola.

    The anxiety associated with alcohol withdrawal is something that creeps up more gradually. Your body is conditioned to know that there’s always a bottle or a glass handy when you need it. Just knowing that alcohol is readily available actually makes you less anxious. Just knowing that stress relief is available on tap actually makes you less stressed. You will feel relief from your anxiety, flooding your body from the very first sip of an alcoholic drink. That’s not possible. The alcohol can’t enter your bloodstream that quickly. Your brain has simply learnt to release the GABA, in response to the smell of wine, beer & spirits. It’s a conditioned response.

    Bottoms Up

    I’m sorry to report that you’re no different than Pavlov’s Dog. Yes, you respond to the ringing of the bell for last orders at the bar, by salivating for more alcohol, with just the same conditioned response as a dog slobbering for its meat chow, when the mealtime bell is sounded.

    You might think you’re high & mighty, because you can use your higher brain functions in order to pass judgement over other people. But under your pseudo-intellectual skin, you’re the same animal as anybody else. You simply aren’t well educated or well informed enough to be aware of your own ignorance, when you pass judgement over people.

    So am I a functional alcoholic? Well that’s a contradiction in terms. Killing yourself, damaging your health and wealth… surely that’s dysfunctional behaviour, by its very definition? The fact that I can start and stop drinking at will, whenever I want, for however long I want… surely that undermines the whole concept of any kind of alcoholic, functional or otherwise?

    I will probably start drinking again, after 101 days. For my next trick, I’m going to have a glass of red wine every day, and no more than that. I’m going to show that I can exercise self-control even with the disinhibition of the intoxication from a dose of ethanol. Yes, it’s obvious that impaired judgement associated with ethanol intoxication is a reason why people drink more than they planned, but the rational brain never gets put to sleep entirely. We can still exercise a degree of self control.

    None of this is very hard for me… because I’m no longer homeless. I have the threat of homelessness hanging over me, because I lost my job (because I stopped drinking). When you’re homeless and you have no hope of a better life, drinking helps to anaesthetise you from the cold. The cold of the weather, and the cold shoulder that friends, family and society shows to you. You become untouchable. You are considered a tramp, a bum, a loser… you are shunned.

    There is a vicious cycle associated with homelessness and alcohol abuse. People never consider chicken and egg. They never consider the reasons why somebody started to abuse alcohol, and whether those reasons are still present. Alcohol abuse is a symptom, not a cause of somebody’s problems. People don’t drink to excess unless they’re very unhappy about something.

    Alcohol abuse is a form of self medication. Alcohol is not inherently the problem. It’s a symptom of a problem. Treat the root cause of the issue, and the alcoholism goes away. Plenty of people drink to excess, but they’re not homeless and destitute. We applaud Hooray Henrys who throw wild parties and drink with gay abandon. Those glittering socialites are heros.

    Drinking £700 of sparkling wine that was meant for my wedding should have been a warning sign, but I was too intoxicated to see what was really going on. Self medication numbed me to the fact that I was trapped in an abusive relationship, and had taken to the bottle to be able to cope with it, and a super stressful job. It was more than any human is capable of handling, without chemical assistance. My medication of choice was alcohol, for a long time.

    Am I confessing that I was an alcoholic? Let’s repeat this once more: alcoholics are people who are unable to stop drinking despite detrimental effects on their life, and the lives of those around them. I can stop drinking at will, whenever I want. I’m an expert on not drinking. I know far more about not drinking than you do.

    Perhaps I should do 9 months of not drinking, or however long it is that good mothers don’t drink for. But we already know that stress, anxiety and depression in pregnant women and new mums is a huge problem. So there’s already a good data set to prove that quitting alcohol is hard on the minds of women, despite the elevated oxytocin levels associated with childrearing. That’s pretty damning evidence about the long-term psychological/brain damage that alcohol abuse does.

    It’s very controversial to be writing this stuff, but there is heaps of data and anecdotal evidence around to support it. We just need to be good scientists, and observe what we see in the world around us. Conducting in-vivo experiments is dangerous and unethical, but it’s yielding interesting findings.

    Roll on 101 days!

    Cheers

    You’ve structured your life around addictive substances like alcohol and caffeine more than you will ever possibly know unless you do a lengthy period of abstinence (September 2015)

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  • An Ode to the Police

    This is a story about piggy in the middle…

    Kentish Town

    Caught between a rock and a hard place, the police have a very difficult job to do. I have nothing but admiration and respect for front line officers. I have found the police to be the nicest, kindest and most amazing people I have ever dealt with.

    Maintaining the status quo by upholding the laws that you effectively voted for, when you elected your member of parliament, is very challenging. This is because you probably didn’t get the MP that you voted for, because the majority of people either don’t vote or don’t get the person they voted for.

    Yes, that’s right. Here’s the simple maths that proves it:

    Turnout: 66%
    Conservative vote share: 36.9%
    Percentage of people who voted for current government: 24%

    So, less than a quarter of the UK population want a Conservative government.

    Some strange things start happening when so few of the population are politically represented. People can be criminalised by laws that are only in the interests of the minority rather than the majority.

    It happened to me, and the police had to use their judgement to save my life, rather than the letter of the law. Yes, I nearly died in police custody, but that was just part of the story. The whole fiasco is far too complex to go into in a single blog post, and your presumption gland is already throbbing and swollen, so I’m just going to leave this hanging for now. You can start guessing. I bet you’ll be wrong. Maybe suspend your prejudice, just for a minute?

    Our front line police officers see first hand, on a daily basis, the result of the laws that are passed in Westminster. Things like Care in the Community for example, which was a Tory policy, which pushed vulnerable people, who are a potential danger to themselves and/or others, out into the cities, towns and suburbs.

    Changes in the law are rarely made with enough safeguards in place for the impact. Care in the Community made everybody assume that their neighbour was an axe weilding maniac, discharged from an insane asylum, and made everybody put extra locks on their doors, not talk to strangers and ring the police to deal with issues that they used to resolve themselves between one another.

    So, I’m that axe weilding manic [N.B. I don’t own an axe, nor would I wield one]. I was clearly sick enough to be locked up in one of the few remaining Psychiatric Hospitals. So what the hell am I doing, being allowed to wander the streets wearing a nice suit and working for the biggest bank in Europe on the #1 project? I don’t even take my medication. Perhaps I should be sectioned and forced to take it, in the interests of public safety?

    But that can’t be right, can it? Surely, there’s a contradiction there? How can somebody who should be locked up in an institution be the guy that the CIO of the number one project in HSBC put in charge of the top priority item on the number one project, at the Town Hall meeting, in front of the entire department? How does that work?

    Well, if you think it was lies, deception, fraud, that got me that position, you’ll be very disappointed to know that isn’t true at all. The programme director actually said to me that he was really happy with all my work, just before I left. He was also happy to phone me every weekend, until I said I couldn’t handle that kind of pressure any more.

    Yes, fundamentally, I’m only human. If you prick me, I bleed, and I bleed red. If you pile pressure on me and work me very hard, I eventually need some time off.

    Epic Fail

    But everything is too highly leveraged. The cracks are showing, but nobody has allowed any contingency for stopping and fixing things, or even slowing down a little bit, in the interests of long-term sustainability. All our targets are so short term.

    So an entrepreneur is somebody who throws themself off a cliff and builds an aeroplane on the way down. However, when managers try and imitate the entrepreneurial mindset, they will fail to be able to build the vehicle while travelling along without the wheels falling off and the thing crashing horribly. Never ask people to work harder than you’re prepared to do yourself.

    Our politicians are asking the police to protect them from an angry electorate. They are asking the police to uphold laws that hurt people, rather than protecting the most vulnerable members of society. They are asking the police to suspend their better judgement, and see people who are the wrong side of the law as ‘evil‘ rather than ‘good‘.

    Being human is not about good vs. evil. We are built for survival. If you starve a man and take away his means to earn money, deny him any way to get food in legitimate ways, why do you call him a “thief” when he steals an apple? [N.B. I’m not a thief… guess again, sucker].

    We make the rules for the game of life. Why do we punish people who play by the rules, but there is literally no way for them to survive, beyond what would be categorised by Eton-educated idiots in Westminster, as ‘criminal‘ behaviour? These public [private] school toffs have absolutely no idea what it’s like to be a British citizen. They have probably never met an ordinary person in their insulated existence, so far removed from reality.

    I actually quite liked Thatcher and Major. They came from humble backgrounds. They were actually ordinary decent people. Unfortunately, the party they led is full of the old-boys network who think they’re masters of the Universe. Those disgustingly spoiled brats think that the world was made for them to scorch. They’d hunt peasants on horseback if they thought they could sneak the laws through parliament.

    I’m disruptive but I’m not a criminal. The thing about disruption is that it’s actually a good thing. Whenever the status quo is overturned, the ordinary people are normally the biggest benefactors. People are held beneath glass ceilings, they are oppressed for far too long. The trickle down effect is just a lie. The fat cats are not sharing their wealth.

    White collar criminals are the very worst. Do you think Stuart Gulliver the CEO of HSBC keeps his wealth in the bank that he runs? Do you think he pays tax in the UK, where he works in the HSBC headquarters, at 8 Canada Square, Canary Wharf, London? Nope… he keeps his wealth in a Swiss bank account and pays his tax in Hong Kong. What a crook.

    How can you defend such actions? How can these hypocrites be so influential in UK politics? It stinks.

    Please sue me. I look forward to battling it out with you in court. A fair fight, in the full view of the public is all I ask.

    That is all.

    Street Bail

    You don’t normally get to see stuff like this. Privacy laws protect us, to make sure that prejudice doesn’t destroy people who are innocent of any wrongdoing. Guilty by association… is that really guilty at all? Aren’t we all connected by no more than 7 degrees of separation? (no date supplied… keep guessing, sucker)

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  • Existential Crisis

    This is a story about intrusive thoughts…

    Bipolar Memory

    I’ve never been able to find the ‘off‘ button for my brain or my mouth. That’s a problem.

    I also have a rather photographic memory, and can construct well reasoned arguments based on evidence. Most people just tend to go with their gut feeling, and are happy to be wrong about things, because what they want to be true feels more natural to them. Being wrong is also great if you want to carry on living your decadent hedonistic life in ignorant bliss of the suffering that it causes to other people.

    Sadly, if you have a rational, logical brain, good memory and you have collected a lot of varied experiences from around the world, so that you can compare and contrast everything that you see and integrate it into a ‘big picture‘ then you have a limited tolerance for small minded people.

    Yes, this is extremely condescending. Sorry about that.

    So, fundamentally, I lost my job went homeless and wailed at the moon because of an existential crisis. The first thing I did when I got back to London was to sign up for a Philosophy course. I feel that I have died a thousand deaths, and I fear not one more. My priorities in life are a little different from yours.

    The bottom line is this: all this talk of ending war & poverty is hot air. Many years have passed since the so-called ‘enlightenment‘ and we are still allowing evil deeds to be committed in our name. You cannot fight for peace, just like you cannot fuck for virginity.

    The war on terror is terrorism. Look at the faces of refugees fleeing the illegal wars in the Middle East. They are terrified.

    That is all.

     

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  • Occupy Canary Wharf

    This is a story about being an activist…

    It's cold outside

    The streets of London are home to a huge population of runaways, refugees and other homeless people who have been marginalised by society. We tend to ignore them and their struggles. There are so many, we can’t help them all, right?

    I’m not OK with people freezing to death on the streets, right under the noses of the wealthy. I’m not OK with just walking past human suffering on a daily basis, on the commute to the office. There are people huddling in shop doorways for a little shelter from the elements. It’s brutal out there, and things are getting worse.

    There are no words to describe just how cold it is, sleeping rough. I have slept on a glacier. Millions of tonnes of creaking ice. That’s cold, even with a decent sleeping bag, sleeping mat, and a tent. Sleeping out on the streets is just as tough – most homeless people don’t have equipment that cost hundreds of pounds. The most vulnerable people in our society don’t even have enough money for food, clothes and other basics that they depend upon.

    Will you sleep out with us?

    Normally charities will expect you to reach for your wallet. Normally charities will expect you to donate money. The whole fundraise & spend model of charity has failed, sadly. People and corporations are just not giving enough. People and corporations are treating charitable giving as a way to absolve themselves of personal responsibility for the wrongdoing in a society that they belong to.

    Let’s start with some empathy, instead.

    If you haven’t roughed it ever in your life, or it’s been a very long time since you were truly soaked to the skin, freezing cold, shivering, and with chattering teeth… then you have lost touch with what some of your fellow human beings are going through. There are people freezing to death, here, in a supposedly civilised advanced Western econonmy. I’m not OK with that.

    Please, try and make it to West India Quay with some warm clothes and a good sleeping bag, and sleep out with us. 7pm to 7am on Thursday 12th November 2015. It’s incredible that this can take place when Canary Wharf Estate don’t really want a whole tent army right under the noses of rich bankers!

    The Centrepoint charity has worked incredibly hard to make this possible, and only by agreeing to do things in the most unbelievably controlled way. There is private security for the event, as well as Canary Wharf’s own private security force, making sure that the wrong sort of people are not protesting about the abhorrent situation of young people being left freezing to death on the streets of London.

    Sadly, in the 3 years that this event has been happening in Canary Wharf, my ex-employer JPMorgan Chase & Co has donated a paltry £70,000. That’s a disgustingly small amount of money considering how this bank has wrecked lives. One of my colleagues was driven to by the insanity of what Global Banking is doing to the world.

    I absolutely do not want to see this event lose credibility, so please sign up for an official ticket and donate whatever you can afford: https://www.centrepoint.org.uk/news-events/events/sleep-out/west-india-quay

    Whatever happens, please please please tell everyone you know about the plight of the homeless and support this event.

    7pm to 7am, Thursday 12th November, 2015.

    So, last week, I was working for HSBC on their number one project. The biggest bank in Europe at the moment is HSBC. They just declared quarterly profits have risen 33% to $6bn. That’s a substantial amount of cash that they have extracted from the world’s pockets!

    So, how much do HSBC care about the homeless? Well they employed a homeless person (me) but their due diligence should have prevented me from getting that job and working my way out of poverty and debt. I should have been trapped into living on the streets.

    We can’t have the wrong sort of people getting ahead in life, can we? It’s all about the rich getting richer, at the expense of the destruction of society by people who already have more than they need.

    HSBC Comment

    I made sure I got this email from the HSBC Group so that nobody is going to get sued! Hurrah!

    I’ve got a bunch of other emails that prove that Corporate and Social Responsibility is a joke. These companies pay a pittance in order to try and cover up wrongdoing on an unimaginable scale. The institutional corruption is disgusting.

    I’m being warned by journalist friends to flee for my life for whistleblowing. You’ll be able to find me… sleeping rough somewhere in London. If the Safer Streets teams can’t find people, then good luck to the banks with their teams of lawyers out to gag me!

    Come and sleep rough with us!

    That is all.

    Occupy Canary Wharf 

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  • Lost Property #notanonymous

    This is a story about some bags I lost…

    X Marks the Spot

    I think I might have accidentally left some bags unattended on the underground. When I was riding the tube around London, distributing free colourful cardboard stars, during rush hour on Bonfire Night, November 5th 2015, I think I may have been a little distracted by the fact that I had lost my job. I also haven’t been taking my medication. Oops.

    I’ve made this little map, to show where I went with my bags, while distributing free colourful cardboard stars. I have put a star on the map to indicate where I think I might have lost each of the bags. The tube stations were pretty busy at rush hour, so I’m sure lots of people went right by my unattended bags, but whether they picked them up and took them to lost property I don’t know yet.

    I’m so pleased that there wasn’t any disruption caused by me leaving my bags unattended. I know that unattended bags are something that we need to be vigilant of, as Londoners, during a time when we are dropping bombs on Syrians and causing a major refugee crisis. I know that bags on mass transit are something we should be worried about when planes are being blown up in Egypt.

    Luckily, in this instance, the bags were totally safe. Nothing to worry about.

    Stay safe, London.

     

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