I don't understand

When a girl is shagging a guy and he dumps her so he can move 200+ miles away to get married, if she then follows him that 200+ miles, manipulates to get the relationship going again, emotionally blackmails and harrasses him into leaving his wife, how in this situation is the fact that the girl is hurt because her plan didn't work out the wifes fault? Which part of this makes the wife the scum of the earth? How is the wife to blame for the bitch rubbing the situation into the her face so that the she gets suicidal?

Surely the fact that the bitch was dumped so the guy could get married should have said from day one that she didn't stand a chance. What right then does she have to be hurt if she stalks and harrasses the guy back into a relationship and gets dumped again? Surely even a brain dead moron would know that if you've been dumped for somebody once there's no point chasing because you'll only be dumped for that person again. It's the standard plot in soap operas.

I am so sick of this whore playing the victim card in this when SHE is the instigator. Remember she CHASED Paul up to Edinburgh. She even told me at the wedding that she was going to change her UCAS choices to add Edinburgh. I'm sick of being made out to be the bad guy. I'm sick of being made to feel inadequate because some little slut lies and manipulates the situation. REMEMBER she's the one that was driving me to suicide not the other way around, but I've come to the conclusion that everybody else thinks she had the right idea.

UPDATE

It's hit a stalemate. Either someone is going to have to tell this whore to get out of Edinburgh, or we will be looking to leave Edinburgh cutting ourselves off from everybody. But why should I as the victim have to restart my life in another place because some little prossie doesn't want to stay dumped.

My husband has put up a long post on his livejournal account giving his side of this mess. Hopefully, that will put paid to a Charlotte blaming me for the situation. Please do not come to me slating my husband, I'm doing a very good job of making his life hell at the moment, which I have to say he is taking with good grace and much contrition. Of course, all we need now are the random text messages to stop, which they haven't despite being told by both my husband and me that she is to make no further direct contact

Bonfire

Can anyone suggest a good place to have a small but highly significant bonfire? I've decided that as it is clear that my husband didn't want to take his marriage vows seriously, that I should burn that great symbol of my betrayal - the wedding dress. Once I know of a good place to have the cremation, I'll post a follow up with invites to bring a bottle and help me drown my sorrows. I might even put the wedding photos on the fire as well. It should be an interesting night.

And the manipulation goes on...

Charlotte is still trying to keep her claws in my husband. He left a bag of stuff at her flat and he still has a few bits of hers, and she is refusing to let us arrange a swap of these items by a neutral party. We all know that this is so that she can start emotionally blackmailing my husband into getting back together with her. She is also trying to make herself out as the victim in all of this.

Will somebody please talk some sense into this silly little girl?

Onwards and upwards to reclaim my life...

Well as people will now be aware my husband was having an affair with Charlotte . This is the same Charlotte who came into my home as a "friend" and is now feeling hard done by because the married man she sank her hooks into decided that his wife meant something to him. The same Charlotte who thrust a shit load of her problems on to me whilst I knew, but couldn't prove, what was going on and then proceeded to manipulate me and my emotions to the point that I was suicidal. Then even whilst I was reaching for the blades to slit my wrists was emotionally blackmailing my husband to leave me alone and "keep her company cos she wasn't well"

And now she feels hard done by and won't let go. Someone please tell her to get a life and her claws out of my husband.

I have become Lady Diana

Tonight has been very eventful. It turns out that my husband has been having an affair since before we were married with someone who then masqueraded as being my friend. Of course, we had the long drawn out argument, the recrimination, the blame etc thing and realised that we didn't really want to split up so the other woman has been told to sling her hook and leave us alone. Whether she will is another matter, and this might actually go some way to explaining to people why I had a very public blow up at this woman on livejournal earlier this year. Knowing about the affair but not having definite proof of it was also the reason why I was feeling so suicidal earlier this year, because if I'd confronted them with nothing to support my accusation they would have humiliated me further by denying it.

England's World Cup Prospects - A Legal Opinion

This is completely plagarised from a colleague who had it sent to her from a student.

Moore v. Griffiths (Inspector of Taxes) [1972] 1 WLR 1024. Following the 1966 World Cup the Football Association very generously decided to pay £22,000.00 divided equally between the 22 players in the England football squad.

The Inland Revenue subsequently sought to tax those payments as income.

A Mr Robert Frederick (Bobby) Moore challenged that decision on the basis that the payment should have been treated as a (tax free) testimonial payment. The Judge found for Mr Moore, inter alia on the basis that "the payment had no foreseeable element of recurrence."

Fame at last!

Well for my old house at least! Greater Manchester Police have released the footage from the police helicopter flying over the city centre on the day the bomb went off. See BBC news story here.

The still on the story page doesn't quite show where I lived but is quite close, though the actual footage does pan around a bit more so you can see the entire Cromford Courts development. If you look at the still to the left of the column of dust is the Arndale Tower, just below and to the left of the tower you can see two dark coloured blocks (they stand out a bit as they have sloping roofs whereas the rest of the Arndale has flat roofs). Got them? When you've identified them look at the video. Now as the camera pans out beyond the point where the BBC took the still you will see another two blocks that are mirror images of the first two. Got them? I lived in the bottom left block. Fortunately not at the time the bomb went off, but we still had to put up with the structural vagaries of a bombed building.

Lecture

One of the professors is retiring so I went along to his valedictorian lecture. A very interesting look at the Renaissance and the way it continues to influence, in particular the way he demonstrated the roots of Brando's performance as Don Corelone in The Godfather to his performance as Mark Anthony in Julius Caesar (with wonderful mimicry to drive home the point) and for the encore recited Richard of Gloucester's speech at the end of Henry VI Part 3 Scene 2 before moving seamlessly into Verbal's end speech and exit in The Usual Suspects.

I suppose that proves that the Renaissance is still relevant.

Bulls*** Broadband

We were suckered into signing up for Bulldog broadband and have had nothing but trouble since. They have their own forums but the security is so poor that you could drive a bus through some of the holes. Plus if you complain too much the sys admins delete your posts and then ban you.

If anyone comes to this list after being banned by bulldog's little hitlers then leave a message in the comments with an email addy. Comments are screened so only I can see the address and I'll remove it before publishing your comment. There is also a forum were we can speak without fear of the bulldog biting at:

http://bbulldogcustomersspeakfreely.runboard.com

Hey! Mr Bisson if you want a full technical rundown about the security issues in bulldog I can point you to a Lunatic Italian who has worked out what a lot of the vulnerabilities are. It might make a story for El Reg.

AUT Action

We have exam boards in 1 week.

We have no marks.

Chaos?

You bet.

Horror Vision Song Contest

I have seen it all now. Instead of the usual bland nonsense that usually wins this year the runaway winners were heavy rockers Lordi from Finland. They looked like extras from the Lord of the Rings too. There is hope for the Eurobore.

Sad I know to be really proud of hitting targets in a game but given the length of time I've been playing Vampires! The Dark Alleyway I think I deserve a bit of pride in reaching the Blood Royal rank. Only another 15000 blood to go to be in the very top rank. I did also notice that I'm ranked 86 on the Bloodpoints database but as that is updated manually there could be high ranking vampires missing from that. So right now my next target is to get 25600 total blood so that I can gain an extra movement point and then on to 40000 blood to get the next rank. After that it's just trying to beat the blood totals of the other high rankers.

This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

Live journal user random_redhead gave me S

Soporifics. Which I need at the moment because I'm having another massive bout of insomnia probably because I've been feeling

Suicidal. To a point that the doctor doesn't trust me with too many meds so I have to go to the pharmacist every few days to be doled out more.

Students. Enough said

Stitching. As in counted cross-stitch and needlepoint. Evidence of my addiction is here.

Shopping. I have expensive shopping habits £400+ for a business suit and £200 for this scarf or may be this one I can't make up my mind.

Synthesizers and

Sequensers especially when used by the likes of Paul Nagle, Der Spyra and the guys from Airsculpture to name but a few.

Spectacular the only word I can think of to describe Venice. Pictures here just in case you don't believe me.

Space especially the luxury of having space after being cramped in a tiny place for way too long.

Sleep If only I could without the aid of pills. "To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause"

Interesting

After reading my journal entries, one of the guys I know on IRC said that I wrote like an American who is living in the UK. I'm wondering if this is a good or a bad thing. Answers on a postcard to...

Boston Legal

I'm just starting to enjoy Boston Legal. It's not at the must see point yet, but if I notice it whist channel hopping I'll watch it:

Last night I ended up watching the repeated showing of the episode "Too Much Information" the basic plot being that a woman escaping from an abusive relationship goes to a refuge but because her HMO makes information available on the internet, it was possible for the husband to track her down to her regular medical appointment, lay in wait and murder her. The HMO's defense was that they were using industry standards of internet security. This led Alan Shore (played by James Spader) to make a closing speech that is one of the best non-technical arguments I've heard for the need to tighten internet security. I've transcribed the entire speech below.

"When I was 11 years old there came a time when the temptation to explore the more secretive recesses of my older sister's life became more than I could resist. I started by poking around in her room. I ended by reading her diary. In my defense she kept it right out in the open - under her mattress and the little metal clasp on it was simply no match for the paperclip and the screwdriver. I was eventually caught, prompting my sister to have a lock installed on her door. The only consequence of the invasion of my sister's privacy was the temporary loss of her confidence and trust. The invasion of Jackie Hayden's privacy lead to her being stabbed and left to bleed to death in the street. Privacy, and the safety and security that that word has always implied, has, with time and technology, become an illusion. The National Security Agency has access to all our email the world over with it's Echelon system. Virtually every website you visit installs a delicious cookie onto your computer which is in fact a spy to track your every move. There are predators out in cyberspace collecting data on your children while they innocently type away in chat rooms, and that little waiver you signed in the doctor's office most likely allows physicians to share your information on the internet with insurance companies, the government, your employer and the courts. Make no mistake access to your information is easy. All you need is a person's five digit zip code, gender and date of birth to uniquely identify 87% of the US population. That is how vulnerable we are. How vulnerable you are. Well-Benefits says they could not have possibly foreseen the actions of an abusive spouse intent on causing his wife harm. Let me tell you what Jackie Hayden could not foresee. That after years of cruel and violent debasement at the hands of her husband, after she finally found her way out of the shadows she didn't foresee that the people she most trusted with her health and well being would lead the darkness right back to her door - and now she's dead. Well-Benefits made it easy for Ned Hayden to find his wife. As easy as looking under a mattress."

Discuss.

Photos

I now have almost all the photos of Venice on-line at flickr I just need to go through and add relevant comments. It's amazing that 2 years on we can still remember the routes that we walked around the island and were we got boats, etc. Of course, the photos are a great aide-memoire and help us to work out the details that we might otherwise have forgotten.

Next job will be to get some of the wedding photos scanned so that they can go on-line.

The Clash

Just got in from the after work seminar and reception where amongst other things we discussed academics as media whores (David Starkey, Simon Schama, et al), general inability of students to put their name/matriculation/examination number on assessed course work, students lack of understanding that if they weren't given a handout at a lecture then perhaps there wasn't one, William Wallace's diplomatic efforts to secure the restoration of King John's monarchy, and UCEA refusing to have the previously agreed talks with the AUT to resolve the current dispute and ensuing boycott of assessment and examinations, (as you do).

I just started my media player and the first thing it played was Bankrobber by The Clash. Perhaps it was the dispute conversation that helped to bring back John Otway's alternative lyrics of:

"John he was a trainspotter
But he never hurt nobody
Now he's the Prime Minister
Don't you think that's funny

He spends his day from nine to five
Screwing up the nation
Then he takes his note book out
And goes down to the station"

I remember at the time there were lots of other examples of this kind of witticism, but I don't really see it at the moment. Political comedy at the moment seems to be too angry, too determined to have it's pound of flesh, become too much like the Socialist Worker Party who don't care who's in power but knows that they're bad BECAUSE they're in power and starts campaigning for change the day after the election.

Does anyone have their own favorite examples of 80's political humour?

Dentist

I had another appointment with the dentist today! This was the worst experience I've had at that dentist which is a shame because the dentist herself was really nice and tried to prevent any discomfort for me. It was even worse than the root canal work that was done a couple of weeks ago!! What could be worse that root canal work? How about full impressions. The tooth that is to be crowned is the very back tooth on the top left side so the impression had to go so far back that I was having the gag reflex and as a result started to choke. The dentist used acupressure to try to stop the gag reflex and also did her best help me through the experience, because if she hadn't got a clean impression it would have had to have been done all over again. Anyway the impression was a good and I wasn't too traumatized in the end. So in two weeks time I get my nice new white crown to cover the horrible grey amalgam filling.

Clearing up a point

Someone has said that I was being unfair to Charlotte blaming her for my suicidal state. Can I say for the record that I am not blaming her for my state of mind. It seemed it was the only way to get through to her that I was unable to cope with her problems, and despite telling her, and indeed having posted in my LJ that I wasn't coping with "life the universe and everything" a post that she commented on, still having her off-loading her problems was too much. To then have her refuse to either acknowledge that I had a problem, using behaviour patterns (whether consciously or unconsciously I don't know and will not speculate on as it doesn't help either of us) that were making me feel guilty for not having time for her. I think the final straw was her telling me that she didn't have time for my problems, and flat refusing to even let me voice my mental discomfort whilst she has ignored me saying the same thing to her. Basically, the rant was a cry for help, a final attempt to say I'm struggling too, so if you won't listen to my problems don't off load your problems onto me and don't take away my only support when you have so many others who will support you. It didn't come out like that but that's what it was.

End of subject

UPDATE 24 June 2006

As will be coming out over the next few days the real reason for my blow up was that I knew about Charlotte's affair with my husband. So there I was with my husbands bit on the side (a) driving me to a suicidal state (b) trying to keep my husband away from me whilst I was in a suicidal state and (c) trying to get me to help and sympathise with her issues.

Under the circumstances I think I was very restrained in my handling of the situation.