All Quiet in the West Country...

I am feeling miserable. I feel the need to shuffle out the side door and to never be seen again. I have been closing Internet accounts I seldom use... a sort of drawing the curtains on things. I don't know, my Internet life started shadowing my real life... whereupon I stumble into things I really shouldn't. I do it over and over. I was threatened once by a very important man because I stumbled into his business and asked too many questions. When will I learn not to ask silly questions. But someone has to, don't they?
But, for the time being I am tired. Very, very tired. I'm no one, I don't need all this hassle. This wasn't the grand plan.

My Blog Removal

Blogger have removed the Scarlet Blue blogspots - both of them. I'm waiting for a verification code to enter to get them back. They claimed that there had been unusual activity on the Scarlet Blue account... I should be so lucky... it all looked pretty usual to me!
First feeling you get when this happens to you is mild shock. I was kind of waiting for this to happen in any case, it's been on the cards. So whatever, I have this place, for the time being, and I have a back up Wordpress blog and my calligraphy blog. I have always been a good girl guide - I am always prepared!!
Hope to be back after all these technical difficulties are straightened out.... if not, well, then I'll just be a ghost in the machine.... not even sure if I can still get into Facebook now.

Sxxxx

Update

Oh, it seems that Scarlet Blue has had a change of heart and has decided to fight for her tiny corner of the blogosphere. She is back and is having something of a blogging renaissance. Daily postings for a week?!

The Scarlet Blue Blogspot

Notes from my journal...

...or my scruffy WH Smith's notebook, but let's not quibble.

Sunday 30th October 2011

So, I find myself taking comfort in the most extroadinary ways, for example by sitting in the dark on the garden bench, sipping port, smoking cigarettes and clutching a small cuddly toy to my bosom, and this is no mean feat considering I only have two hands. So what has encouraged these outside pursuits, this need to be alone to think? Damaged pride at being duped? No it isn't this. It is more likely to be my damaged philosophy for living my life. I have , over the years trained myself to be non-judgemental of others; to be accepting of different attitudes; to understand that other people have and are entitled to live their lives anyway they see fit, so long as they don't impact negatively on others. And where has this politically correct, woolly thinking attitude led me... other than up the garden path to a bench with a packet of cigarettes... glass of port.... weird  cuddly toy...etc... well, I fear it has led me to being dismissive of my gut instincts about people. He was an idiot; she was peculiar; I always knew that. So why did I give them the time of day?
Gut instincts are there for a reason, ignore them at your peril.
Tomorrow I will push the bottle of port to the back of the larder cupboard. Tomorrow I will return to my yoga mat [which looks suspiciously like a wii-fit balance board]. Tomorrow I will cut back my smoking habit to the usual thirteen cigarettes a day. Tomorrow I will return to normal. But I'll be damned if I'm going to give up that weird cuddly toy. I shall carry him always and name him Fred.

The Randy Reverend

My sense of humour is somewhat impaired at present and I am in a sour mood. Scarlet Blue has closed her blog and the reason why is vile. She wrote a post about it and then retracted it. She is far too nice.
But I am not.

I closed my blog because of Dave East. Since 2009, I strongly believe that he has been masquerading as a female blogger called 'Jane P'. We, meaning me, Rog, Zoe, Macy, and Roses worked this out Sunday night/Monday morning... after hell of a lot of detective work. As Jane P, Dave pretended to be a young woman who had had several cancer scares. Kaz and I were two of Jane's commenters.
Dave was also a commenter, and I was led to believe that he offered Jane help and support through her difficult times. I thought highly of Dave because he had been so caring and supportive of Jane.
Recently, Macy asked me whether she should go on a blog meet with Dave and without hesitation I reassured her that Dave was a kind and caring individual... I also told her how wonderful he had been with Jane.... but now it turns out that Dave was Jane all along...


The Jane blog has now been deleted, but I feel rather soiled by the whole thing. And livid, as I totally believed that I was commenting on a blog of a young lonely woman who was afraid of being diagnosed with cancer. Jane also used to write about how lovely Scarlet was... and about how wonderful Dave was... and that Dave and Scarlet should really get married and live happily ever after - no Dave, that was never ever going to happen.

In Dave's defence, he does suffer from debilitating illness and he is lonely, but this does not give him the right to con other bloggers. I was quite fond of Dave, he was one of my most regular visitors. He does have the capacity to be very witty and entertaining. I don't believe he set out to deliberately hurt anyone and he is very afraid of his deteriorating health. Perhaps he couldn't say this as Dave. One of Jane's most poignant lines was simply: I'm scared and alone.
And now, because of all this he probably feels even more scared and alone. Something that does not sit well with me.

If Kaz was here today I'm sure she would be pissing herself laughing, she might even suggest that Dave should stay in touch with his feminine side and that he should make a huge comeback as Jaunty Jane the nubile nun from Norfolk... then at least we wouldn't have to read all the dreary cricket posts.

I am still feeling rather shaken by this incident and will be taking an extended blogging break; I think I should move on now and chalk it up to experience.

But then again the Reverend East isn't the only one with an alter ego, is he?

A Well Made Shirt

My Uncle was Jewish and had a tailoring shop on Regent Street, London, called Christy's; he made shirts for Stewart Granger. My mother had a huge crush on Stewart. My Great Grandfather was Irish and a Roman Catholic. My mother and father are Christians. I am kind to small children, puppies and kittens; I have a crush on Bill Nighy and have been known to watch BBC 24 hour rolling news for 24 hours. I think, despite my confusing pedigree, that I turned out rather well.

Stewart Granger in a well made shirt.

My First Post

Another ordinary day.