Monthly Archives: March 2013

Charity Shop Tourism

Highgate, to archway road, RSPCA and MIND
Holloway Road, BGF and HOLLOWAY RD, N7 0R9,
Seven Sisters Scope, Sense, BHF,
Streathem Hill, Trinity Hospice
Ox Boutique, 123a Shawfield St, King’s Road, Chelsea, London SW3 4PL
British Red Cross, 69-71 Old Church Street, London, SW3 5BS
Octavioa FOundation, 211 Bromptom Road, SW3 2EJ
YMCA Boutique, Unit G15, Kings Walk Shopping Centre, King’s Road, London, SW3 4TR
Near Victoria, British Red Cross, Ebury Street, London, SW1W 9QU
Boutique, 19 Churton Street, Pimlico, London, SW1V 2LY

Fara Kids, 40 Tachbrook Street, London, SW1V 2JS
Crusaid, Churton Street, London, SW1V 2LY
Retro, 6 Upper Tachbrook Street, London, SW1V 1SH
Sue Ryder, 35 Warwick Way, Pimlico, London, SW1 1QS
Sal Army, 144 Deptford High Street, London, SE8 3PQ

Sue Ryder, to Regents Park, 46-50 Parkway, Camden, London, NW1 7AH
Near Planet Orgnaic, 72 Essex Road, Islington, London, N1 8LT
Traid, Westbourne Grove, London, W2 4UA
Sal Army, Princes Street, London, W1B 2LQ
Oxfam, 23 Drury Lane, London, Covent Garden WC2B 5RH 020 7240 3769
Oxfam Boutique, 245 Westbourne Grove, London, W11 2SE,
Cancer Research, Marylebone High Street, London, W1U 4PQ
Sue Ryder, Pimlico, Camden, Islington, Golders Green,
Baker Street, 2 Crawford Street, 9-5,


The Situation

Everyday is a test in as much as I contemplate the way in which I relate to the world. Secretly I sense that this is not my place, that I do not belong here, that I must return home. Failing that – suicial mode – I am stuck here, until something better arrives, and so, seen as the Vigilantee Gatekeepers throw up so many obstacles to obstruct possible progress, I have to compensate with masquerade. People like myself are expected to indulge in consumption (obssession) as a means of covering up, but this only means they come to live with the lie. Indeed, there has to be something better than this, and yet, when people like myself express this wish, we are labelled as “mad.” It’s insane.

Arriving Here

Accessing the CMHS (Community Mental Health Servies) mainly took precedence on October 2009. It was as Bernard Montgomery had said about conflicts emerging in the lives of people, and, as Rudolph Steiner suggested, these conflicts needing to be resolved. At the time, I was lost as these conflcits paralysed me. It meant that I was handicapped; that I was crippled; that I was paralysed. Naturally, the assumption was that I was “mad”, and yet, as I had read so many years earlier on in life: “it is not a sign of good health to be well adjusted to a sick society.”

I knoew only that the CMHT dealt with counselling, which, as we are taught, is the means of resolving conflicts and working thourgh problems in life, only, I saw multiple counsellors and therapists, only to have nothing change. At the time, I didn’t realise that counselling was only, like relgion, an approach and orientation to the world, but it was not final or penultimate. At best, it was a suggestion which meant that little was certain – nothing was definite or guaranteed. I was trying to solve a problem but I was using the wrong tools. I had not properly read the situation – the assumptions were based on false interpretations and so naturally, the project failed.

Like Pirandello’s characters, I am just another person searching for a narrative – a motive, a theme, a story. At the time, failing to appreciate this, I was desperate for validation in the form of correction, however, it was not until much later that I came to see that I could not be fixed by people who were broken. I came to realise that the only problem was my material condition which meant that I did not have immediate access to the resources required to significantly and substantially improve my quality of life. Idealism and thought power are impotent in comparison to the situation that surrounds me. I am my environment, and so, if my fate is in the hands of others, that alone is reason for maladjustment and pathology. The only sick people are those who assume that thigns are normal.

These pages chronicle the daily battle I endure fighting against the vigilantee gatekeepers, vis-a-vis, the “white people” or “professionals” who have demonstrated a commitment to keeping people like myself, on the outside, with limited opportunity, access, provision and esteem. I want to provide you with this extensive learning record and resource that enables you to struggle against the wind. I assure you that your enemies are not “systems” and “cultures” but peoples and their practices, and so, pay attention to these insights. If you do not agree with them, that is fine as I am not here to force an opinion on you. These papers are not for the ppurposes of pleasing and impressing people. In fact, on the contrary, prepare to be offended.

Lincoln Rockwell

Since September 2011, I have live in a house owned by Brent Mind, West London, however a number of failings meant that there was a major deterioration, and eventual breakdown, in the comity.

They will claim it was mis communication; they will claim that I also made mistakes, but this is bureaucratic rhetoric. They failed. They betrayed the code. They disappointed. They made errors because they didn’t expect to be held to account, and realised that, as they were “in charge”, they didn’t need to be concerned with BEING correct and doing right. Indeed, the longest question, and the test of time, is how to get those in power, to do the right thing.

Naturally, they attempted to shift the blame on to my hands, and of cours,e they tried to use their paperwork to legitimise their lies, but, it was only falsehood, all the while, leaving me on the outside as these fradulent documents were fabricated. Irrespective, it provided the “keyworker” – their representative – to continue in her nonchalent manner, very much aware that the “team” would “have their back”.

Eventually, after the breakdowns culminated and climxed – at this stage, having yet to read “disciplined minds” and “yurugu” – I wrote letters to the management, expecting correctiona; intervention and proper treatment. Instead, it was cover-story smear campaigning, misdirection and filibustering. It was deceptive tactics aimed at trying to tarnish the image I had, by implying and suggesting that I was at fault, and the reason for things falling apart.

In the tradition of Kenneth O’Reily, Racial Matters, I want to use this space to expose the ways in which these “corporate” strcutures utilise their resources and mechanisms, in their efforts to sabotage, damage and injure the being of the other – the client, the vulnerable, the outsider. These papers are an attempt to realise the actual state of affairs surrounding these institutions and the way in which they operate so that you can correctly operate to hold them in check. These papers are for the purposes of preparation.