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Green Grass?
November 20, 2009, 4:42 pm
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I tell you what I learned this last three weeks. The grass always looks greener on the other side of the fence. But if you get chance to go and sniff around at that other grass, its rarely as good as the grass you have been cultivating under your own feet for years. It just looks great from a distance.



The Geneva Convention
November 11, 2009, 8:28 am
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Sleep deprivation is outlawed as a means of torture under the Geneva Convention. I dont know which article, because I am very tired. Babies and Children should be prosecuted under the Geneva Convention. The fact that they aren’t is clear evidence of institutional sexism. Nuff said. When I get out of bed, I will be constructing a strongly worded letter to someone about this.



This is how it actually is….
November 10, 2009, 7:58 pm
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I need to write this down, while I am thinking it. So excuse what follows.

Kids development moves quickly. Fucking quickly. Scarily quickly. Today Rachel was reading her fish book- its just a Dr.Seuss book with some plastic fish looped across the top.  She started showing me which fish looked like which, and which were the same colour, and counting them, and showing me where there were the same amount of fish. And telling me which fish had similar noses, and similar shapes.

She was explaining it to me, and I realised this was new. She couldn’t do this last week. Or possibly yesterday.

Then at bedtime when she wanted my boyfriend to read her a story, I pretended to be upset, pulled a sad face and went to the door, expecting the normal begging me to come back which ensues. Instead she laughed and shouted ‘bye…see ya later…’ and waited till I was on the landing before she ordered me back.

And then she asked me to sing to her, and I realised I could’nt remember the last time I had done that, it had been so long. I have no memory of the last time I did it- so it was never a conscious decision not to.

This is how it goes. You dont notice the tiny things, cos they happen every single day. And they are gone. You dont notice that they are gone, because they are replaced with amazing new tiny things. And its a pain in the arse to spend your entire time wondering over the miracle that is watching a child grow up. So you stop noticing. Then every so often-they blow your mind. My baby has no trace of baby at all. Not one. She is a little girl. A full on smart little girl.

Mindblowing.



Santa is a made up glory hunter.
November 7, 2009, 8:41 am
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I have ordered the first of Rachels christmas presents. I am skint. Fairly skint, anyway. It’s going to take a fair bit of financial magi-trickery to ensure that christmas is gotten through without us ending up in the poor house.

I have ordered some lovely things- lots of Dora the Explorer tat, and what she is getting mirrors the list she wrote for Santa fairly accurately. (Apart from the BIG SCISSORS!). Things which show how well I know her, how much I want her to be happy. Presents that hopefully will make her squeal with delight.

Who is going to get credit for this? A made up fat bloke, in a bad suit. Not only do I have to hand over all credit for my time and money, to this made up fat bloke. I have to leave him out a sodding mince pie, and draft a response to the letter that we carefully wrote to him, on his behalf.

Pah. Santa- you are a glory hunting twat. I am going to tell her that Santa doesn’t exist. I am going to tell her he is just another mechnism, by which a patriarchal society, takes credit for motherhood, away from women.

Maybe I wont. Think I might do what we did last year, and get her big brother to hide upstairs on Christmas morning, and pretend it is Santa, checking to see if she likes her presents…



Should I have Balamory or that Girl waiting to be fucked?
November 7, 2009, 7:49 am
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I was sat in the bath the other day with Rachel. We do this a lot. She is used to seeing me naked. Sitting in the bath with a curious three year old can raise some very interesting questions. For instance, she was quite interested to know whether I was aware that her dad, brothers AND my boyfriend, had willies. She knew this, because her dad had told her that he had a willy because he was a boy. She was quite surprised that I knew this before she told me.

She thinks its very funny that I have boobies, while she has pimples. She thinks its even more amusing that daddy is a boy and has bigger boobies than I do.

She is quite curious. She has figured out that there are differences between a her body and mine- and the differences between boys bodies and hers, amuse her no end. She has tried to peeing standing up, like her friend Sam, and got very upset when she couldn’t make the wee wee land anywhere but the puddle on the floor. She is getting quite confused over why willies, and marys(I did not invent this word-I blame my sister) have hair on them.

I am ok with this-there have been no awkward questions that I can’t answer. Her dad has been slightly perturbed when she has tried to grab his penis and take it to the other end of the bath…..I have nothing so grabbable. Occasionally one has to remove oneself from the room to laugh, but I had no worries about this aspect of parenting.

I figured, bring her up in a house where nakedness not an issue. Dont talk about food in terms of weight loss. End result-relatively well adjusted child, few body issues. Great.

I wasn’t prepared for how to deal with porn. Not at 3.

Rachel likes a magazine every now and again. Cbeebies helpfully market magazines aimed at 2 year olds- they stick a load of their favourite characters on teh cover, include some stickers, and a plastic piece of shit toy- charge you 2.99 for privelege. I object to this a bit. I cant really afford it all the time, and its a bit ridiculous that magazines are cynically targeted at children in this way-but am not bothered enough not to buy them. Its a nice treat. She gets excited when she gets one. I like it when she is happy.

I dont quite like it so much when 3 feet away from the magazines marketed at her- there is porn. Images of over inflated, waxed to oblivion women, – in all variety of tacky soft porn type ‘costume’(or in one notable example recently- bent over waiting to be fucked with a black box barely photoshopped over her genitals). On newspapers, in relatively mainstream magazines. This is not nakedness. I have no problem with nakedness. The male fantasy of girl on girl action, not just alluded to, but on the cover of Nuts magazine-with two celeb wannabe girls, feeling each others artifially augmented breasts, not for their own pleasure-but for the titillation of their adolescent(in mind, at the very least) readership is not nakedness. Someone tell me how to explain the difference between these images and nakedness to a 3 year old.

‘Mummy-why is that woman bent over, mummy that lady has a witch costume like mine, but why are her boobies sticking out?(followed later by Rachel trying to pull down her halloween dress, so her ‘boobies’ would show).

If someone could also explain why porn being so far into the mainstream, that I have to explain it to a 3 year old, and that it will form part of her image of women- is ok, I would like that. I would quite like it if any objection to this on my part, wasn’t dismissed as me being uptight about nakedness, or as this blogger found, evidence of a lack of ‘cock’. And could somebody please put the porn on the top shelf, or at least on a different shelf to Balamory bloody magazine.

I dont expect the world to stop because I have a child. I dont advocate censorship of music lyrics, just cos I dont want to have to explain stuff.  But porn? Surely there is a line somewhere? Surely, its not ok that porn is part of the landscape for a bloody 3 year old. I want her to know about the human body, about sex. But porn isnt about either of those things, is it?



John Pilger on Postal Strike.
November 5, 2009, 12:13 am
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Boggits.
November 2, 2009, 3:11 pm
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Today, Rachel and I went Boggit hunting. Now I know that you may not be familiar with what a Boggit is. Especially if you are from the ’sarf. That could actually be because Boggits are a figment of my imagination. Although they could also be mischevious tree imps, or some such other nonsense.

Boggit hunting is fun, and it is very nearly free. You can wrap boring sandwiches in baking paper- and they become a very exciting picnic. You can wear your wellies. Go up Nutclough Woods, and commence hunting the Boggits. This can kill a good couple of hours, and is walkable from our house.

Boggits are very similar in appearance to celeriac. This is very fortunate, because you can increase your chances of finding a Boggit, by actually buying celeriac, gouging some eyes out if it, and hiding it at the appropriate moment. Today Holts greengrocer didnt have celeriac, so I bought a turnip.

When we accidentally happened upon the ‘Boggit’- I was told ‘Dont be silly mummy, its not a boggit, its a turnip, now put it down, its dirty’.

Imaginative play, my fucking arse.



Smoked Mackerel.
November 1, 2009, 6:19 pm
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Take a bowl. Chop up a small cooked beetroot. Mix with a spoonful of horseradish. Serve on side of a smoked mackerel fillet. Fucking awesome. Truly awesome.



The only debate where ignorance is something to be proud of?

Drugs. There is a word thats gonna invite some reactions. From the pseudo scientific bollocks spouted by the ‘e’ generation, who have progressed onto cocaine, ketamin and a whole new generation of legal highs. To the outrage about being ’soft on drugs’ spouted by our more right wing press, to the sheer despair of those working at the coal face of drugs services which exists at the intersection between criminal justice, health and social care, and education, and overlaps most public services.

The spat between Alan Johnson, and the advisory body on Misuse of Drugs, which resulted in the sacking of Professor Nutt, and the resignations that this has spurred, are the tip of the iceberg of the mess that is the drugs policy of this country.

I have grown up around drugs-living in towns decimated by heroin, and watching my peers fall, very young. Have spent many euphoric nights in clubs, me and my friends suddenly discovering the ability to dance and talk shit till the small hours. Watched barristers who were dull as shit in the morning, come back with polo noses, and unexplained energy for the afternoon session. I have spent my life around public services, in social care- trying to work with lives decimated by the misuse of substances, and in at least half of the conversations I have about drugs, have encountered ignorance beyond  a scale I could ever have imagined.

When discussing any issue, its best to start by defining your terms, but in the ‘drugs’ debate- attempting this definition, gets one into trouble. When I was a child, drugs were easy to define. THey were mythical evil substances, which immediately resulted in a complete loss of morality, and a descent into a life of misery and debauchery. Certainly the heroin addicts I saw around me, reinforced this definition. As did Zammo in Grange Hill.

THis definition casually ignored what else I saw around me. Ignored that I, and most of the kids I was in care with, were not there because our parents had used the mythical big bad drugs-heroin, crack. Our parents hadnt abused us because they were shooting up heroin. THey hadnt neglected us because they were smoking spliffs. Their drugs of choice had been(and I am trying hard to remember an exception amongst the kids I remember) alcohol, tobacco, or the steady stream of benzodiazepenes dispensed through the same trusted GP’s who sat there in discussions about our future.

One couldnt look to the governments own classification system on drugs for advice. Because here was a system which refused to even bother classifying substances like alcohol and tobacco, left corrosive dangerous substances like amphetamines at class c, while focusing energy on substances like the MDMA found in ecstasy pills.

It would be nice to have a debate about drugs that wasnt informed by wilful ignorance. Maybe we need to abandon the word ‘drugs’. Accept that as a word it is too emotive, to be of any real value. Maybe we start by looking at substances which have fallen under this umbrella. Do it logically. Start with assessment of the substances from a pharmacological point of view. The effect of the substances. The effect on the individual. Patterns of use. The cost to society as a whole- not just in terms of that particular user, but in terms of costs overall to health/education/criminal justice/social care? Regulate those which are the most harmful, provide information on those that aren’t, and make sure that precious govt resources are pointed where they are needed, and millions aren’t criminalised unnecessarily.

Spare me the friends who will sit there and say(direct quote)- I have never taken any drugs, and wont ever-while quaffing their glass of wine, and stating that anyone who uses drugs should go to prison. Spare me the self indulgence of recreational drug users, who believe that their experience of using a drug makes them an expert, and will wax lyrical about the relative safety of recreational cocaine use, while ignoring the quantifiable strain that even short term cocaine use puts on their hearts, or their own role in a trade which has resulted in entire nations being held to ransom from the drug lords capitalising on the ignorance based policies of powerful western countries(Or the woman who, at a party last year, lectured me about buying ‘Fair Trade’ produce, while chopping up half a dozen lines for those around her to enjoy). Or the pill heads who because they know that the advice about ecstasy being an unpredictable pill, that might somehow cause a different effect and kill you ala Leah Betts, is demonstrably false- ignore the evidence about the harm to kidneys, or the building evidence of longer term mental health issues. Spare me those whose entire drugs education appears to have consisted of watching Grange Hill, and who believe that their complete lack of knowledge is a badge of honor- as if anyone trying to have a reasoned debate was some kind of moral degenerate.

I  say spare me. But this kind of ignorancehas a toxic effect on real peoples lives. Try sitting with a woman who has kicked several substances which would probably not cause that much harm to her unborn child, while proudly declaring that she is using alcohol to manage that withdrawal-even though alcohol is the one substance that will cause actual birth defects. In the case conferences where ill informed professionals will spout for hours about the cannabis use of a parent, when it can demonstrably be seen to help someone cope- while they ignore the depth of the damage that ‘recreational’ alcohol use causes for the person on a daily basis. Or the friends of mine, who have found themselves criminalised for ingesting substances carefully, and in a way that causes no harm to themselves, or anyone else.

I would like to say that if one approached drugs services, you could find qualified people, who will be able to fill this void of ignorance. And indeed, there are many. Unfortunately, in one of the youngest fields of social policy, there are quacks a plenty- who are more than willing to push their own , ill informed agenda about ‘drugs’ and the best way to tackle ‘them’. Working within the governments Drug Intervention Programme, introduced me to the most ragtag bunch, of half qualified, dangerous professionals, I have ever borne witness to.  This is a field where people believe the experience of being an addict, is enough to qualify you in promoting the agenda of whatever organisation you recovered with, and enough qualification to abandon every professional standard that governs the work of social care professionals. Where evangelical christians use government funding, to direct their evangelical christian message to the easy pickings of people praying for something to fill the void that abandoning drug use has left. Where social workers, who have never been educated about any type of substance(not a single module in my whole social work training) are working in a landscape where the majority of their cases will have some kind of substance misuse issue. I have had a junior social worker ask me, in the most serious tone- what is the difference between heroin and cocaine?

I became a member of the Society for the Study of Addiction, hoping that the academic work in this field would inform me further. Only to find that there is no actual definition of what addiction is. That behaviours which dont even involve ingesting a substance can result in what we would classify as addiction, and cause immeasurable harm. That ideas put forward as commonly accepted, like those offered by the 12 steps movement are actually not based in anything relating to scientific evidence, and that there is a body of evidence showing that these ideas, far from helping addicts, often cause more harm than good. Addiction is rarely the issue in itself- more often that not the dependence on a substance is a symptom of the wider issues. That substances themselves are not inherently bad- but that each substance will have positive and negative effects, and it is in fact, the user, who is the problem.

Am sorry, but I find it difficult to have a debate about the effect of cannabis in contributing to mental illness-when overwhelmingly dual diagnosis in mental health services is about alcohol- not cannabis. When inpatient beds in mental health wards are overwhelmingly used by those detoxing from alcohol, or in the midst of a psychosis from stimulants like cocaine and speed. I find it dfficult to respond to those who pretend they want to educate others about drugs, while professing their own ignorance.

THe goverment is lauding its attempto get drug workers to work towards DANOS qualifications, as the way in which we ensure that our drugs workers are accountable, and working from an evidence base. Wouldn’t be quite so laughable if the DANOS qualification itself drew from the evidence base of scientific fact, and demonstrable social problems- instead it is a hodge podge of half thought out philosophies of competing drug treatment strategies, and is about as challenging as a low level NVQ.

The fact that the Alan Johnson this week sacked one of his senior advisors on the misuse of drugs, came as no surprise. Nor will the ensuing resignations that are bound to occur. Advisors are there to advise. And it is in noones interest for our drugs policy to be one that is based on the advice of experts. It’s not exactly politically expedient is it? God forbid that middle england voters have to include themselves in the ‘other’ of drug users they have mythologised.

We live in a country where debate over an issue which affects us all, is dominated by ignorance, wilful ignorance. Where emotional reactions to media scare stories, and to personal situations, takes precedence over any need to go back to the beginning. Learn what substances are. How they work. What the effect on the individual is. What the effect on society is.

This is not a rant demanding that one substance be criminalised, while others are decriminalised. This is just a plea to people, to remember that this should be a debate, and there is no debate I can think of, where ignorance is an advantage. Maybe our ‘war on drugs’ should be reframed as a ‘war’ on ignorance, and those who appoint themselves our army in fighting this war, should begin by educating themselves, before defining policies that govern everyone else?



Anomolies on drug classification? No shit.
October 29, 2009, 3:54 pm
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