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Saturday, 29 March 2014

Play day

My boy and I played properly again after playing mostly on the games consoles for two weeks. We built a tent out of the couch blankets and had adventures around the house. I get much more out of him when we play together that way. He made me laugh genuinely three times and I loved him for it. We have been playing Fable on xbox plus Arkham asylum but both games are prone to cutting out and glitching mid game.  On Saturday night I took my step son to see Captain America The Winter a soldier and I enjoyed it more than I expected which was a pleasurable thing. Why they named the film after the person who was in it the least puzzles me though. At my house afterwards we watched Bad Grandpa and that too surprised me with the enjoyment it delivered. It's always good to have my stepson over as I find him easy to relate to and get on with. We are meant to be heading to Ilkley today for a drink and maybe to hand out some PPS leaflets. I hear it's going to be a mild if not sunny day. I'm also looking forward to fajitas for lunch. 

I'm having a trouble free time all round at the moment. I say moment, it's three years and counting as a moment. Life isn't managing to mess my head up as I'm not drinking alcohol. It's not that it doesn't cross my mind but if not for any other reason then just because of the many more hours in the day that being sober brings. 

Easter approaches but today is Mothers Day and yet I called to see my mum yesterday instead because I knew I was setting off the wrong way mostly. 

It's 7:46 am now and that's more respectable than the other weeks 3:26am for starting my day. 

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Your De Baterdz

The Tour De France is coming right through my village this summer and I've been warned that the roads around me will be closed which is gonna make collecting or returning my son very tricky. I say tricky, it's probably closer to impossible. I see this as grown men playing out on bikes just like I think of the Olympics. I understand people like different things and I enjoy riding a bike myself- not that I actually do. But to interfere with my personal life in such an obstructive way is a bit cheeky. Maybe I should try and get each rider back individually by doing something I like and having them not see THEIR kids for a weekend just because I'm driving past their house on route to the cinema. 

Fuckers. 

Too much of a good thing?

I think this overtime has passed. I go home at a normal time in two hours. The weather in England is a cloudy grey but it's a mild enough temperature. I'm having an easy day at work I must admit. I finished The Office US series 6 yesterday and I'm wondering what to watch next. I'm enjoying playing Tomb Raider on Playstation Plus at the moment I must say. But I'm REALLY looking forward to my pre ordered WATCH DOGS for PS4.  I am working my way through a write up for PPS bit by bit and trying to secure us some further investigations for later too. 


For the first time in the three years of living alone again I almost found myself twiddling my thumbs. Mind you I had been awake since 3:30am and had got a head start on my day. Plus some of the activities I had to do, I'd made a decision not to just then. 

There's always something to watch but after hours of watching a few things, it's time for a change. Except there's no one around to give you a thing to do. 

This weekend I have my stepson again and so I'll be occupied throughout. Maybe I really do have too much of a good thing.  

Monday, 24 March 2014

Nocturnal/ links

It was maybe the two coffees I had on Saturday night as I watched A LONG WAY DOWN and NEED FOR SPEED combined with the terrible burger from McDonalds that caused me to be awake at 3:26am. With my mind awake behind my eyelids I chose to watch something on my ipad. Bad move as soon enough the morning light approaches and my full body awakes for the day ahead. It was 5:30am so I said to hell with it and I got up and showered. I did various bits of watching and whenever I looked at the time it was much earlier than I expected. I mostly watched The Office US until it was time to set off to the cinema where I saw The Muppets Most Wanted. It was ok at best. I called at my friends and chatted with him before heading home and sticking on TRANCE.   The rest of the day was a blur of growing tired finally. 


The weekends revolve towards and away at such a fast rate that it feels as of time itself is speeding up. 
I still try to constantly be doing something even if it's watching something. There's no sitting and staring into space or hanging out if there's anything I can do which is quantifiable. Monday happened today and my son and I ate tea at my mothers but that has become history already as I get ready for sleep. What will tomorrow bring? Isn't that the question which makes us get out of bed in the morning? 
I made a call to my stepson inviting him over this coming weekend and he accepted so we are going to go watch Captain America 2 for one thing. I thought it was about time we did something rather than just lounge at my house. I want to create some kind if new memories with him. I'm booked in at the start of April to watch Divergent with my step daughter too. Hopefully just after Easter the warmth of spring will be totally here. I feel like a link in a chain. I hold the few links either side of me but can't see much further down the chain. I believe that is my only role in life. Hold the closest circles and never let go. 

Thursday, 20 March 2014

Breaking Bad

I just feel the need to mark this occasion as when I finished the last episode of Breaking Bad. It seems an age since I recorded that first series on sky tv. The last couple of episodes made me fear death in my own life and want to 'keep living' until that last breath. But I realised that all I've ever done is park myself in front of a screen of done sort. 
I love my son- may that be my final message throughout eternity. 

Now I'm off to bed - I'm knackered. 

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Thoughts of drink and romance are unwelcome

A fairly easy working day today if I'm honest which even finished with a two hour drive delivering to Wakefield. My son came out of school with a golden sticker on his jumper for doing excellent Numeracy and Literacy. Proud. 
All he wanted to do was play KNACK tome more and he finally achieved vampire knack who he had been after for a week or so. In a moment we are starting to watch Digimon cartoon from the very start as he hears about the toys at school but isn't especially clued up on them, and neither am I. 
I had a handful of good story ideas this morning whilst at work and it was frustrating not being able to sit and write instead. It felt like I'd hit a mine of my own imagination. I'm still tired from working late last night and will probably not have the energy to write much tonight after my sons gone to bed. He's right next to me now refusing to get off KNACK. I tell him I love him every time I see him. He is simply everything to me. 

I must report that last night I had the thought of what it would be like to start drinking again and luckily for me I had enough memory of why its shit for me to drink. It's also a damn sight cheaper not drinking. I think it was due to a friend of mine sending me a picture of a film we made together and the pic showed me having strapped empty beer cans to my head as if they were large rollers. This mad spell looked like a lot of fun but actually I was at my lowest and falling apart inside. I think I'm probably thought of as the boring one now that I don't drink but I don't cut my body to ribbons because I don't drink. I know I am the better person now albeit a boring one. I believe I have found where the grass is always greener. My mind also asked myself about future relationships as I realised I had no one to talk to about my day when I got home on an evening. Nobody to talk to about anything. I imagined hard what it would REALLY be like to have someone at home though and remembered that only I love myself as much as I think I deserve. Other people have no interest in others. Relationships are temporary and the good parts are half truths which you interpret as something special. Look back at those times after you've split and you'll see what I mean. 
I'll continue to not drink or settle down for longer still now but I'll always have the thought of living my life differently. I'd love for a woman to change my mind and to have enough money to drink to excess and not have it make me a looney. But it'll never be. 
Anyway I fucking live my life as it is. 

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Mind vomit

I loved my Sunday especially due to working the previous one. I awoke early thanks to my internal body clock. 2 films at home- Thor: the dark world and then Last Vegas, finished reading Gone Forever and headed to cinema for The Zero Theorem and The Grand Budapest Hotel. Plus, if that wasn't enough, 2 more episodes of Breaking Bad. 
My week at work started with a job I didn't want to do and as I walked through my living room I imagined the bliss of sitting down and having a day off. But as it goes the job was relatively painless. However I stand finishing that very same job in overtime as I write this. But it's all money that I will spend. 
I found my way back on to Tumblr today. I don't particularly know why, but I started a new page where I can dump more writing, but if a different kind. My writing is like mind vomit and the internet is an old towel which scoops up the dregs. I don't know why I have to write, I just do. I guess famous writers may feel similar but with one major difference- what they write is width reading to some people. 
Well it's dark out now at 6:30pm and I'm hoping I won't be much longer than another ninety minutes. I have breaking bad to finish this week. That's a priority. 

Sunday, 16 March 2014

Kids party

My son and I followed the sat nav up in to the hills above Halifax, next to the dry ski slope and past it without realising that the venue of the party was at the foot of the slope itself. Once we'd turned around and driven back into the wilderness we saw what we took to be the correct building but was found to be a swimming school next door. Once inside we had to identify the correct children from his pass which I stood little chance of doing and it took him a while too. I recognised some parents but as I don't KNOW them it still felt awkward having to loiter near but not actually engage with them. Once I'd sat down and my boy had found his mates and found the play area we were both sorted. I'm sat now amongst the parents but not speaking to them and what makes it worse is that I'm opposite another dad sat on his own playing with his phone too. 'Just ride it' I think to myself to subdue any awkwardness as to what other think of me. The truth is that they probably won't think a thing as I'm of no importance to them. 
My boy just came rushing over and fell on the laminate floor in his slippy socks as he raced over to behind me. The other parents heard and saw him first as they are facing the right way. I didn't even realise it was my son talking to me as he fell. 

Saturday, 15 March 2014

Ah..the weekend is now...just a bit earlier than I wanted.

My Saturday morning started at 6:10am as my works alarm went off because I'd set it through habit. It roused me from a dream where I was about to get a telling off so I awoke a little pleased that I'd been pulled out of my slumber. 
However it was only minutes after that and my son woke too and I heard his tiny feet padding into my room and even though I told him we weren't officially waking up until 7am, he gave me a running commentary of the minutes ticking by. I love him though especially when I get my cuddle from him in bed. My son went straight on the ps4 and played KNACK some more! this time being his third okay around with the incentive being that you collect crystals which add up to make new versions of the lead character to play in 'level select'. 
Our plans for the day centre around a children's party of a girl in his class at school and this is his first girls party although it's held at a soft indoor play area. I like the idea that he's invited to girls parties too. I never got invited to a girls party so he's one up on me. Last night we finished our first X-Men comic that we made together. He write the story and I did the drawings. I'm glad it's something solid that I can hold on my hands and keep to show him later. 

Last night we watched some more Man Of Steel together as I kept pausing it to explain the story development. Once he went to bed I settled down to start The Lone Ranger with Depp/Hammer and it seemed perfectly fine for the first half which was when tiredness was proving the victor over me. Tonight it's 300: Rise of the ..err I've forgotten. I've a lot to watch anyway and it feels ages since I've had a good watch of a lot. After such a short weekend last week this already feels much longer. The weather is cold and cloudy again though which reduces our options of playing out anywhere. 
I made progress with a new location for our ghost team (PPS) as I was presented with a contact email and mobile number of a place in saltaire. My original contact had messed up his phone which meant my following texts had fallen on deaf ears causing me to think I was being ignored and getting progressively annoyed at being blanked. 
Anyway , we are back on track now. I have some PPS reviewing to do but not this weekend. I'm having a bloody good relax. 

Friday, 14 March 2014

The weekend is almost upon us

Work's half day seemed REALLY long today as I was eager to get out. Now I'm sat in the dentist waiting room Unflustered. Ive not eaten yet today and only drank water which always gives me a better chance of no treatment after my check up. I have a very mild butterfly in my stomach and would still call it ZERO fear of going to the dentist. The weekend lies ahead and all is great. 
I hope sundays eye test goes ok too but there's no prep I can do to pass that. 
It's not warm out even with the sunshine trying. I saw a guy walking in a T-shirt and his hands were jammed firmly in his pocket as he tried to contain any little heat between arms and chest. 

The dentist went well and so he sent me on my way. 
I collected my boy from school and he told me he'd opened the door to his mums car onto someone else's and dented their door and his mum was mad about having to pay "500 quid" he kept quoting. He was still all bubbly about it even though he seemed to understand what he'd done was an expensive accident. He also seemed to understand some talk about the insurance paying for it as he must've soaked in the resulting conversation. Bless him though- he got upset at the time. 
The weekend has started. 
 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Mot weekend

Wow, being at home rather than working over has been a breath of fresh air. I cleaned, showered, read, watched tv, played video games and read and it's still only 9pm now. It feels so good to be at home. The weekend is upon us again and after working last Sunday, I can't wait to potter this weekend. This weekend feels like a partial MOT for my body as I have a dentist appointment as well as an eye test. Fingers crossed both come and go without incident. 
I'm hoping next week is a whole week of nights at home too if it feels this good. 
The spring sun shine down on this part of the UK today and people stood out and held their faces towards the suns rays to catch the earliest of its warmth that they could. The sun brings with it a feeling of melancholy for me personally. I don't know why that would be exactly but I end up feeling empty as the sun goes down, I suppose the beauty of the sunset is still something I've only file rive witnessed alone. All the sings and all the films which talk of a true love shared are so full of shit that I'm reminded of the lies when I see a lovely moment. The whole joy of the sun feels like a lie to me and has me reflecting on all kinds of things which I'd rather not think of. 
I'm happier in the cold honesty of cloudy weather. Then I feel hope because nothing is worth feeling that down about. It's like feeling the opposite of everyone else...but then that just about sums me up. 

I've had a couple of ideas for writing but can't bring myself to fully commit the time. It's one thing doing this blog but it's quite another trying to write a story which will no doubt never be read. Why would anyone want to read a story which I write anyway. Even if they did...it would no doubt be crap. 
Now I'm in bed I'm suddenly really tired and so I'm going to listen to my body and get some shut eye. 

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

Swings and roundabouts

I came to work relieved to have done with last nights overtime but immediately spotted a long job ahead of me which will try and present more hours of OT. It seems my work here is not yet done. But at least I get a break tonight as I have my son. This is day number two of having works shutter open as there is sunshine to be seen if not felt. It's properly spring, fresh and bright but still cold. 
I have sent my stepson many texts about staying at mine this weekend but he hadn't replied to one. Teenagers- too cool to talk to adults until they need you. I now have the weekend to myself in my mind although he may spring out ready at the last minute. 
I'm not in the mood for work now. I just wanna go home as I'm tired. 

I've changed my mind about going back to Scarborough with my son this year in favour of going to Lytham St Anne's instead. This will be to mark my 40th birthday. I want to create a memory for my son and I to remember. Maybe even both go up the tower. I've been up the tower once in my life when my gran took me away. I remember holding a bag of popcorn as the lift doors opened and a gust of wind launched the contents up into the air like a popcorn tornado. It gave me a feeling of danger as if the wind could whip me up also and cast me over the edge. I'd like to face that fear and enjoy it this time. Although it'll be me who is clutching on tight to my son. 
It's because of overtime that I can do such things so it's all swings and roundabouts. 

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Overtime again!

My short evening last night consisted of starting Tomb Raider PS3 which had appeared on Playstation Plus this month. It had been the last disc I had rented from Lovefilm before they decided the would no longer loan games. I had loved the first few TR's but this one had looked over complicated before. Now I was ready to give it more time and I saved my game at the same camp fire which I had done the first time I'd played it a year earlier. The difference being that I was enjoying it this time. 

I'm working over once again and I'm starting to long for a break from it. But the little voice continues to convince me to do it whilst it's there. This weekend will be enjoyed very much because of its uninterrupted normality. I've nearly finished Gone Tomorrow by Lee Child's and been paid for the pleasure too. I guess that's the way to look at it.       
I've been introduced to Baby Metal today ( which made me remember Shonen Knife from 90's) who sound like Slipknot meets some Japanese schoolgirls. They are great to my ears and beautiful. 
It's good to find new music to enjoy. It's like being a teenager again. 
  

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Pond life

Here I sit, eleven and a half hours into overtime on a Sunday. Last night I was on a ghost investigation until after 11pm and rolled out of bed and drive to work in a sleepy daze. My job has run in an effortless fashion and allowed me the chance to read between checking my work. I finished Stephen King's The Dark Tower which proved to be 250 pages of prologue and start Lee Child's Gone Tomorrow. To continue me overtime desert analogy from the other day, this has been like a lovely long sunbathe in the desert sunshine. Still alone but pleasantly warmed by an afternoon sunlight and with a drink close to hand. The day has been frozen in time as regards the real world outside as I know nothing of Sunday,  just the typed page instead. I guess Sunday has happened just the same but I haven't realised. My reward will be the money obviously and come Monday morning, I will be back on track for my normal working week. 
My son and I visited my grandma who still has her leg in a brace after breaking it on Boxing Day. She told us that she hadn't been home since that night yet. That sounded weird but she was right. I've fallen back into my normal visiting routine with her which is about every six weeks whereas other family are currently visiting every week or so but only since she broke her leg. Once home they will stop visiting as before. Each to their own, I'm not here to judge that. But since I mention that, I've not had a member of my family visit me for three years. Just saying. 

39 years old. Settled, happy and ok financially. No complaints. Single and living an uncomplicated life with rich rewards every day thanks to my sons existence in my life. My pond is small but heavenly. But somewhere out there, in the heavens, a metaphorical kid is coming with a huge god damn brick, to plunge it into my pond. When exactly will my 'bad spell' occur? Death of a loved one, illness, accident? It cannot stay like this forever, so I sit here and praise what I have until the day that the waters of my pond are disturbed. 

Thursday, 6 March 2014

Sleeping phone

I left my phone in my bed yesterday due to softening the alarm under my pillow since my son was at mine. I get half an hour extra before the school run and like to let him have that asleep. This act resulted in me reaching work and tapping my phone pocket to find it empty. 
I barely need my phone especially at work but thought that due to Sod's law I would have some important message waiting, probably from my sons mum. Although I knew she had my works number and that never rang. I had lost my evening immersed in printing a long run and at times buried my sleepy head in a book. Anything to relieve the monotony of work. I arrived home at 9:40pm finally. Grabbed my phone and saw my friend had tried to reach me. Then came the realisation that he was pencilled in to visit me once I'd finished some overtime. I'd totally forgotten I was supposed to let him know if I was free. I had my ipod so if I'd've only remembered I could have messaged him in some way. 

I have people not reply to me and then say they lost their phone and I never believe them. Now the boot is on the other foot. 

The lonely desert of overtime.

Overtime. Again. 12 hours have passed and my mind feels lie it's alone in the desert with just the howl of the wind for company. 
It's like a timeless zone as my body aches all over but I press on further to the point of almost legs buckling. Am I really so money centric at the moment? I imagine next week will be normal hours after I work this last weekend for however long. 12 hour days used to be my cutoff but I've be one greedy with it. Pay day is a wonderful feeling but I think I'm at my physical limits bearing in mind I take less than 5 days a year holiday. 

This feels like an isolated path which I've made for myself in life. But it's one that bears so many fruits and just feels so....right. 
I feel I'm following a higher path. I'm in tune with my purpose and the wheels spin with a fluid motion, smooth and unstopping. Everything seems to have fallen into place. 
Even though I spend hours working alone and living alone, I can't help but feel more 'together' and complete than I've ever felt. 
I swim in my own life. I douse myself in myself. I guess I'm thoroughly wrapped up in being me. I'm aware that outside of my life's goings on there's a much bigger world, it's just that it's meaningless to me. 


Tablet envy

My son and I actually played KNACK after completing it and held on to our found gadgets which meant we kept discovering more missing pieces and completed some to give us new abilities. Anyway we loved it. 
We played it again before school today and through a conversation we had invented a superhero team called DARK LEAGUE. Details are sketchy but they wear dark colours and have purple eyes. And they're cool as shit. 
I got it wrong in my last post, World Book Day is today, which explains why I saw a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle walking to school. There were many princesses and even Iron Man with a dummy in his mouth. It's a good idea and my son went as spiderman in his black suit. Even he is in Dark League. 


Today I received a Kindle Fire HD, but it wasn't for me actually. It was for a colleague at work who doesn't even have internet at home. This was his first step into the world of today. I set him up an email address in two minutes and he was away. Watching him browse the net and swipe apps reminded me of an ape seeing a wheel for the first time and working out all the possibilities. 
I was excited for him. I also wanted a kindle, but only because they are £95. I have no need for a fourth such device. Somehow new tablets just look so inviting. 

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

Sore legs

My legs are complaining that they need a sit down. I'm on my feet for hours and hours when I'm at work. Even though this is a normal hours day, it's still a long time after hardly getting enough time to fully recuperate. I've only got one hour left though so I'll just have to lean on something a lot.  
I wonder what tonight will have in store for me. My son has worn his Venom costume to school today for world book day. You can argue that Venom Spiderman isn't in a book but I'd say comics and graphic novels are close enough.  Plus he's only five - give him a break. 

Oh I know what we'll be doing. Man Of Steel Bluray will have come so first we will watch it for a while and then he will demand we play it. A superhero night it is then. I've played with him properly since he was born. Not all parents have that option what with other requirements and I believe that makes the both of us very lucky. 

Tuesday, 4 March 2014

Day disappeared.

This Tuesday has flown by surprisingly quickly. It's 8:55pm and I'm approaching the end of this print run for the day. Overtime has passed like water through my fingers, if that water was actually money and fingers were pockets, oh and if by 'through' I meant into. Anyway, you get the idea. 
These overtime evenings seem to never let up. It means I'm getting little else done though. Going home to relax on an evening is not something I am seeing much of. If I'm not working over I'm seeing my son who gets all my energy. 
Having finished ARROW series 1 last night I can concentrate on Breaking Bad 5 being scratched off the list. There's loads of other series to watch though, so finishing a series in some ways is a case of never catching up. 
I fleetingly thought of my 40th later this year and how best to mark the occasion. I keep swaying between messaging people to turn up for one drink with me, just telling family where I'll be or doing absolutely nothing. Nothing is leading in my head today. I may fade away mid year and please myself. I have thought of going to a Scarborough with my son for a night and having a couple of hours with my stepchildren. That would be enough. I guess it's kinda sad that I don't have close friends who I see every other week to call on. We've a grown up into separate family units who I am of no importance to. Rightly so. 

Monday, 3 March 2014

Chilled start to March

It's been an easy day at work due to paper being delivered late in the day. Still it allowed me to get some maintenance done whilst I waited. It's been a fresh weathered day and was noticeably a brighter morning as I have been able to see the North Star on my drive to work but couldn't today. I feel a little lighter today now that I'm on too of my written work. 

It's tea with my son tonight and then my plan is to watch 'Blue Is The Warmest Colour', or at least some of it. It's great having no pressing plans. 

Sunday, 2 March 2014

PPS write up


19/01/14 The Picture House, Keighley. visit 4. 

We arrived to investigate the final areas which had claims attached to the place.  We were told that since we had been last time there had been instances where paranormal influence had been possible. On one occasion as a staff member sat alone towards the end of a shift, their peripheral vision had seen a figure coming out of screen one.  The short height had indicated a child wandering out in to the lobby and so the staff member instinctively wanted to turn and help the child whether they were looking for the toilets or buy a drink etc. When the child was identified to be a young girl wearing a satin dress with a ribbon tied around her waist , the realisation came that there were no children in the place at that time as none had bought a ticket. No sooner had the worker turned to look full on at the figure, they had already vanished. On another occasion whilst staff were cashing up at the close of business there was a slam of a cellar door heard as well as felt directly under the staff area. Obviously the first thought was that an intruder had gained access to the cellar but when staff went down there was nobody there and the suspect door was still wedged open. Along with these more physical moments came electrical oddities which have question marks next to them. As staff added a coat of paint to the gents toilets during a showing, a woman and a child came out of screen one and brought it to attention that there was a very bright light on spoiling the usual darkness of the cinema. It became apparent that this was one of the cleaning lights which are used between showings to illuminate the room better for cleaning up. With this mistake being so unlikely, an intruder upstairs seemed the most rational source but again nobody was detected. Staff scratched their heads. The final complaints revolved around the music which plays before the trailers come on.These are delivered by CD players and it seems that they won't play all the time when staff member David activates them. No one else had witnessed a fault which was thought to perhaps be a faulty laser or something. It was when David was cleaning out the rear fire escape that he left the CD on repeat successfully as opening time approached. When his work in that area was done he walked through the screening room to silence. It was later that a second staff member asked david if he'd been in projection room one and he hadn't. The second guy said "I found the CD player paused". Could this be a spirit interfering? 
We made notes and decided to spread out into three small groups and see if we could find anything. 

David, Lee and Kevin had a walk around as Sue and Gill were asking out in Screen one as Si and I sat in projection room one. We shone a laser grid through the projector window which shot an array of beams across their room. If a shadow person was solid enough we'd hope the beams would be interrupted clearly on that form.  
There was a hum of electronics in the projection room but Si and I got used to that noise and spoke to any spirits listening about the claims, the laser grid and the other groups of us around the place. I asked for either of the other teams to be touched on the leg. This would be good evidence if it was reported back to me to have occurred. After fifteen minutes Kevin comes in to let us know that the three of them were walking through where Sue and Gill were and into the back area which used to be the theatre. Because we had split up we had used our walkies and we radioed to Sue and Gill that Kevin etc were coming. Si continued to ask questions to try get a response of some kind but we heard nothing we couldn't put down to natural. However, as Si finally asks for a sign to be given now before we leave to another area, Gill buzzes our walkie asking if we made 'a long sound' on our walkie. We hadn't been touching it at all when this was heard. We got nothing other than that and moved up again into projection room two. We asked out as we sat quietly and got a K2 hit which seemed to disappear at the top of the stairs but nothing else. We all met up downstairs and reported nothing significant. A little deflated we agreed to all go to the upper rooms at the very top of the building which look out over the road outside. 
We had continued our recent approach of methodically working though different forms of communication in order to leave no form of spirit expression unavailable. However we eventually arrived at the simple YES/NO table with the glass on top. It was very quick for the glass to start its movement. 
Si "Did you work here?' YES
"Were you happy here?' NO
David "You cared about this place though didn't you?" YES
Si "Are you male?" YES
The glass moves to in front of David who works here and just stop, often. We ask another question and the glass moves to David again. We worked through the opinion that the spirit just wanted David to speak or that he must do the asking. The reason seemed to be more an indication that the spirit wasn't answering either YES or NO. It didn't seem to be I DON'T KNOW but more I'M NOT ANSWERING THAT. 
David "Were you born in the 80's?" YES
My gauss meter starts to crackle but we see the room has a fridge in also.But even when the fridge then stops its buzzing , the crackle continues for a minute or so. 
Si "Is it you whose messing around here?" no answer. 
"Did you do some of it?" YES
David "So there's more than one spirit who messes?" YES
The spirit takes responsibility for the CD player trouble. 
Lee says "Someone keeps touching my head" 
We ask for handwritten letters as we are not using the ouija board yet. It's around this stage that the glass seems to be changing its movements noticeably. We are of the opinion that there is a different spirit trying to muscle in on the board. Perhaps its who was touching Lee's head? 
The glass seems to be in some sort of tug of war with itself. 
Si "Is this a new spirit?" A strong YES. 
This spirit claims to be a customer of old. I say "Since you interrupted so strongly I take it that you have a message for us?" The glass goes absolutely still. Empty.
We then ask for the first spirit to return to the table and we see the original kind of glass movement return. 
Si "Did that spirit push you off?" YES
Si "Was it stronger than you?" NO (Just let it on). 
This spirit refuses to describe the table intruder. We get a load of NO COMMENTS. This first spirit doesn't seem to have a message as such either and Lee feels noticeably less sickly. 
Si "Is there another spirit who wants to come through?" The glass moves to YES. 
Si "I just got a breeze on my hand".  As i jot this down the walkie talkies, which are both on the side table, spark into some sort of life. They seem to be fluttering static at us and then doing the musical bleep which it makes to alert one that its ringing the other. Both are right there with us and nobody is holding the TALK button. We stay very quiet waiting for words. We then ask for words. The noise gets louder. We openly discuss the levels of interference form the club bouncers not too far away but point out that there is no chatter filling the talk static. When we move one away from the other we notice the static is just coming from one handset. It stops at a distance and when I return it closer at just the right point I can control when its happening.  I said "If I can control the noise surely It means its natural?" But why did it begin after so long? We've never had it happen before anyway. The interference of static only came through one handset though. 
We return to the board when the two walkies are a distance apart which allows quiet. We all hope they will go off again at this distance. 
A male who worked here returns to the board. 
Si asks if the walkies was this spirit but the glass just goes to in front of David again. 
David "Was this your office?" YES
The spirit says it was in charge of important decisions here. 
We ask this spirit if it would be ok using the ouija board for easier communication. He says YES. 
Again though there is this struggle with the glass as it fights itself.  
The glass is now moving stronger and faster than it had been. 
Si feels pins and needles and requests that the male spirit lets whoever this is through. 
When we ask if this spirit is male the glass pulling to and fro continues. 
David feels that this is a child. David "Did you turn the cleaning light on?" YES.
Lee says he felt a child earlier on his walk around.
David explains a word of mouth story about a child to the team. 
Gill "Can you tell us how you died?"  NO. 
The gauss rises. (Just another tie in of the gauss getting hits in response to emotionally charged questions).    
Si "How old were you?"  7. 
Gill "Can you tell us your name?" NO 
"Can you tell us what year you died?" 
The glass yet again starts is pushing and pulling. Are we to assume the spirit is changing again? 
The gauss starts clicking once more. 
The glass now circulates the board wide and fast. I wonder what its building towards. The energy feels ready to burst. The glass has lost all but Si and Davids fingers as it just goes to each corner of the table.  Davids finger is the last one off. 
Things get confusing here as with all the changing we are unclear what we have currently at the board. 
If we are correct it seems we ended up with the old customer back. 
Gill "Did you enjoy coming here?" Q. 
Someone suggests that maybe that is short for 'Question?'. The glass says YES it was that. 
The glass moves to Y. Someone corresponds this to mean 'Why?'. 
"Why are we here you mean?" YES. 
Gill "Are you always here?"  
"What is your name?" V-I-C. 
"Are you male?" YES
This next section is a new experience for us and we are feeling our way through in the dark unsure of if we are on the right path. The spirit seems to be unsure of how it ended up at our board. It agrees that it was 'minding its own business' one minute and with us the next. The spirit has never visited any other location and says he passed recently. He also says he lived in keighley and still has family here. 
David informs the spirit that he is at the cinema in keighley. 
David "Do you know where you are?" D-R-U-I-D-S. Does he mean the Druids pub nearby at Long Lee which is now called The Dickie Bird? 
"Did you drink in the Druids?" L-A-N-D-L-O-R-D. 
I've gone as far as to check with the regulars up at this pub as some of my friends family have frequented this place for a long while. Firstly there never was a male landlord called VIC and it has never sold Landlord beer. So that was two options of meaning ruled out. 
Gill "Do you know what the pub is called now?" NO. 
The spirit wants to know why its here with us but we can't explain exactly how either. The spirit confirms that it isn't stuck though.
David "Did you ever come and see any films here?" YES 
"What was the last film you saw here?" MAD MAX 1-2. (Mad Max 1 was 1979 and Mad Max 2 was 1981)
The walkies do the same static weirdness again even though they are separated. 
Gill "Vic, how did you see this board from the other side? Did you see a light or....? P-E-O-P-L-E. (Interesting)   
Si "How many people do you see here?" 8. 
"Are you just people without bodies?" YES. 
David "Do you see other spirits as just solid?" YES 
"Clothed?" YES. 
I time the gaps between static outbursts and find theres a repeating 15/16 seconds between noises. Does it being so constant and organise make it natural?. 
David "Vic, can we do anything to help you?" NO
"Did you come here instantaneously?" YES. 
Si "How did you see us when you arrived?" [From] A-B-O-V-E.
The spirit lets us know that it looks down on us as it floats above us. 
Si fumbles through his thoughts but the spirit gets his meaning that in a sense a spirit can "Have one eye in one place and another in another place' at a single time. Science itself says that the spirit world need only be one millimetre away from us co existing. We talk about spirits possibly being a 'projection of energies'. 
Si "Can you manipulate energies?" YES.
Si feels a draft. 
David "Where were you before you came here?" Will not answer. Possibly due to THE RULES which seem to be in place in the afterlife. These rules are broken by some, other spirits have told us. Just like in the living realm of laws, the laws are set but are often bent and broken.
We wrap up. 

A jumble of information tonight has brought answers giving more questions. How much can a spirit be taken at its word when the 'facts' it provides us with go unproven? There's a definite 'pinch of salt' rule to communication. 

More work needs to be done to test the link between us on the board and the knowledge of the spirits. 

C Whitehouse 2014. 


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The longer weekend in March. 2014

My long weeknd with my son saw us buy a spiderman scooter and helmet for him. When we set up the scooter we found the handle bars wouldn't twist to turn but rather we had to lean the handle bars left or right to twist the two front wheels. This made balance an issue. It's ok if you are free wheeling downhill as it acts kind of like a skateboard but otherwise it's tricky. We went to the skate park near me to try it out. 
Saturday until dinner was a pyjama relax while playing and eventually completing KNACK and watching VOLTRON FORCE. In the afternoon we went to Ilkley park with scooter and bike and I reset his bike seat and handle bars higher which made things easier for him. Building up his thigh muscles comes first before stabilisers will be off. I felt like a proper dad teaching him how to ride a bike though. 
After a relaxing shower bath I set up a game with toys essentially called PIRATES AND THE DRAGON ISLAND in the front room. We both enjoyed playing out that story. 
It was another night where I wasn't any less exhausted after he went to bed and so I only managed to watch THE INTERNSHIP which was pleasantly amusing. I've started to try take a photo a day or so and put them on MY DIARY app. It's pretty easy to sort. 

It's Sunday morning now and I can hear his weakling up breaths. He's had eleven and a half hours sleep and so he should be good for the day. Not sure if we have plans as such but at tea time I need to write up my PPS work and go to the cinema if I can. I believe it's another heavy overtime week ahead. 
I'm getting that money money money feeling again.