Just a miscellany of stuff in this post.
I think the above speaks very bluntly and directly to me, in respect of what I’ve gone through in the last year (or fourteen months, to be more accurate). I could seek redress? But that might not be the best use of what little energy I have.*
I’ve been Googling the parties who accused me and helped prosecute me. I can find almost nothing about the policewoman, PC Charman (badge #1719), nor the complainant, Frankie Roffey (‘Dolly’).
Other potential parties to investigate include Rachael Beard (the ‘manageress’, who acted on Dolly’s accusation), and bar-staff Demi. I think the whole farago may have started due to my interactions with the latter.
I did find a John Mellody locally (pictured above). A guy giving this name made up a totally fallacious pile of crap, including saying he accosted and remonstrated with me (in a part of the pub I didn’t even visit!). This ‘witness’, like the complainant, didn’t even bother to attend court.
Anyway, steering the Einsteinian course, I shall rise above the sea of shit that was sprayed over me in this last very trying year.
Instead, I shall focus on the necessary work to be done at home. And enjoying what we are blessed with. Such as this pear tree, coming into blossom:
All that crap, below, is going up the ladder, like me. Patrick is staying with us. He helped me get it all up and out of the way. Thanks, buddy.
A pet hobby horse for me:
This, below, came up on my FB feed. I’m not normally one for theatre. But this looks interesting.
I’m also starting to feel a return of desire to pursue my interests in drumming, and music more generally.
* Following on from a picture of the powerhouse player that is Montagner, above, let’s return to the theme of exhaustion. I am currently both able and willing to sleep 10-12 hours a night/day. It appears I need this sleep. Or am I just addicted?