Filling In The Gaps

I would guess that it’s only fair – given the amount of concern that people have shown for my current horrid living situation – I fill in the gaps between where I left off in the old blog and where I am now.

The old blog is gone, The Flatmate and his Violent Sidekick found it and objected to some of the contents [although not the stuff you'd think].  They were fine with me sharing their violent relationship with the internet as a whole, they were fine with me sharing all about the Violent Sidekick assaulting me; they were not fine about me complaining that The Flatmate’s parents woke me up while they were drunk or – weirdly, even for them – the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

So yes, they found my blog and then the Violent Sidekick wrote me a death threat, yes I know, a death threat! Does he think he’s a tv character or something?!  I didn’t even believe that people did that in real life.  It didn’t take much any convincing for me to go to the police about that particular incident.  While the policeman was – like the last one -  understanding and sympathetic, he was not particularly helpful, through no fault of his own.  He explained the written evidence wasn’t enough to arrest the Violent Sidekick or even caution him, but it was enough for them to send someone around to “have a word” with him.  However, as we all realise, “having a word” with the Violent Sidekick is really only going to set him off, which I didn’t and don’t want to be on the receiving end of.

I phoned The Boyf and updated him on the situation: I’d been to the police and the Violent Sidekick was now shouting drunkenly in my flat.  By this point in proceedings I was – let’s be honest – a bit upset and really quite scared.  When the Violent Sidekick took a break from shouting to go a buy/shoplift more drink I scarpered and went to stay at Beetle’s [she her husband have decorated the whole flat in pre-baby-arrival-readiness, it's nice now!].

The next day Beetle’s husband and I went a DIYing and now, ta-dah!

The Boyf described it as delightfully utilitarian, which I suppose it is.  I needed to be able to lock myself away from violent [and smelly] boys so I got a big ol’ lock and screwed it to the door with the POWER DRILL OF AWSUM which I love playing with oh! so! very! much!

The Story So Far…

Once upon a time I had a blog which I loved, cherished and kept [relatively] up-to-date.  I gave it shiny new templates from time to time, I had categories and tags and clouds and feeds.  I had photos and links and embedded videos.  I had rants and opinions and strange-but-true life stories.  I had horror stories about my flatmate and second hand tales of debauchery and astonishing levels of WTF?!  It was, in short, awsum.  Even if I do say so myself.

Then I was assaulted and had to go to the police and had to go again and I got a death threat and my flatmate and his violent sidekick google-stalked me and found my old blog and left comments and all sorts of horridness ensued.  So now I’m here.

People have new pseudonyms but they’re the same people.  There may be slightly less specifics, just in case of random google hits, but this blog shouldn’t show in google so here’s hoping I can be comfortable here.  There’s a new email address over there should you feel the need to use it, but if you use the old one I’ll still get it.

Just please, please don’t connect me with the old screen name, don’t use it, don’t link it, don’t even say it out loud while reading the rss feed, you know, just in case.  Yes, I’m a little paranoid, indulge me.  It took me so many random stabs in the dark to get a screen name I don’t outright hate and I don’t want to have to do it again, because, ugggh.  Seriously, internet bloggers, if you ain’t gonna use the blog don’t register the blog.