Incap Medical Appeal

Had my appeal hearing today, and to say i was nervous is an understatement!

Got there at 10:30am, along with Womble, and met my legal representative there as well.

Had a chat, then had to wait to be called in. I was shaking whilst waiting, and more so when called in.

There was a lawyer and doctor there to ask the questions, and to explain what was going on. Both nice people, plain talking, and i would say good at there job.
Was asked a few questions about my daily routine ( i dont have one) about how i sleep (badly) and what i liked to do with my free time.

Answered as best as i could, and didnt hold anything back.

It was a lot shorter than i expected, and then had to leave for the doctor and lawyer to discuss what they had heard, and to make a decision.

After a very short time, i was called back in, and told that my appeal had been successful, and that all benefits would be awarded me again.

So, there it is. What i told them, and i knew all along. I'm not fit for full time employment at this moment in time.

NOW......

This does not mean i wanna sit on my arse all day watching dvd's and playing on the internet.

What it does mean is that i can now get a damn sight more help, training and advise about a gradual return to work. I do believe that the system is flawed, as if i had lost, i would have had to sign on, be forced to take a job i dont want to do, and this would have started the whole process of depression, stress and all the other systems off again !

I dont feel good for winning my appeal, nor sad. At the moment all i feel is numb.

If it was not for Womble's help, support and belief in me, I would not have done half the things i have, nor got as far as i have.

So, to end on a positive note, Womble, thank you, for all you have done for a poor messed up Pikey xXx

Mystery Solved, No Pixie's Involved !!

It seems that the couple next door were taking in there washing, just as it started to rain, seen my maiden out, so lifted the fence panel, and took it in there kitchen too stop it getting soaked !

Many thanks to the kind people next door :oD

Tell ya wot though, it didnt do much for my state of mind that day ! LOL

OH well, just proves there are still good folk in this world, and no doubt the evil Pixies are still planning against me :op

Theving Pixies !!

Thats the only choice i have.

The reason for this post is that I've been having a bad day today. Feeling very shaky, not able to focus, and generally feeling very twitchy.

Now, im sure i put the drying out this morning on the Maiden, in the back garden, nothing strange there, as it was a nice sunny day :o)

As my head was well and truly fucked, i had a quick nap to try to sort it out. It didnt work, and so i was still a bit fuzzy. Then, it started to rain, so i thought i best bring in the drying...... It was gone !!

Now, i looked round the garden, checked the gates, yup, still locked, looked in the shed and the garage, nope, its gone !

Now I'm beginning to lose the plot even more, so i contact Womble on MSN, she's not sure where it was last, but says it'll turn up !

So, i therefore believe it's the work of the Pikey Pixies, and when i get the little buggers, i want all my stuff back, as my new Craghopper trousers are on there, along with my fave black shirt !

Wonder if sprinkling iron fillings around will thwart there damn magic.................

I'm gonna sit in the corner now and hug n rock myself, and maybe dribble a little...

Auto Tracking Paintball Gun !! Just the thing for pesky Zombie Invasions

I would so love one of these, change the paintballs for something else, and its a great anti Zombie weapon :oD

Zombie Hunter !!

Now we all know what to do if attacked by hordes of killer ZOMBIES !!!

Dick Almost Stops Rally !!

This has got to be one of the best news stories around so far !!

http://uk.news.yahoo.com/itn/20080521/twl-flying-penis-disrupts-rally-41f21e0.html

Go to the site, and watch the video !!

*much schoolboy like sniggering*

:D :D :D

Still Alive !

Yup, im still around.

So, what happened since my last post well, i'll break it down for ya.

Medical: Bad.

Crackhead neighbor: bad

Mates bike attempted theft: V.bad

Crackhead Neighbor attacking me with hammer: V V.bad !

Crackhead Neighbor lobbing Brick through window: Me have a nervous breakdown !

Police response: Waste of FUCKING time !

Womble coming over at 5am: V V Good !!

Moving out in about 5 hours: V.stressful, but also Good

Taking over Womble's house with all my junk: Not V.Good

Emergency appointment with Doctor: Bad, but got tranquilizers, so Good !

Letter from DWP saying im fit for work, all benefits stopped: V.V.Bad

Womble having to take me to A&E because i was suicidal, V.V.BAD !!!

Spending 5 hrs in A&E with Crisis Team: Not all bad, as got referral to Mental Health Team.

Seeing Doctor to explain what happened day before: Good, and got a sick note for 1 month.

Going for a walk in the woods with Womble: Excellent !!

Going to Boltons Frog parade on May Day: Damn good fun :oD

Having Grav and Howard Help me with Bike: Great to have mates !

Going out on mountain bike: I really need to get fit, but fun in the sun !!


So, there you have it, i've missed some bits out no doubt, but i think you get the general idea !!

Abnormal service will continue as and when i can ;o)

Laters Peeps !!

Incap Medical

Oh fuck, here we go again :o(

Even though i have filled in the forms, given evidence from my shrink, and written to them, they still insist that i have a damn medical.

The last time i had one, it was horrid. The nurse/doctor didn't seem at all interested, was hardly taking any notes and was a waste a time.

Thankfully, The interview was recorded, and BOY did that come in handy.

NONE of the answers that the bitch had wrote down were what i said, and to make it worse, she had wrote answers to questions that she didn't even fucking ask !!

And so, i the space of 10 minutes, she decided my doctor was wrong, i was wrong and i was fit for work.

The next step was that ALL my benefit was stopped, i had nothing to live on, and was very nearly evicted from the hovel i was living in.

It was only because of Womble that i got through all this, bless her !

And now, it starts all over again.

Deep, deep fucking joy :o\

Zombie in NewsBiscuit.com

This story is soooooo GREAT !!!

http://newsbiscuit.com/article/zombie-regrets-filling-out-organ-donor-card-239

Carefull what you sign folks ;oD

New Year, New Month, New Lungs Please !!

I'm dying, or at least i feel like it :o(


Ok, so its not man flu, but its a real stinker of a head/chesty cold !

It feels like my head is stuffed full of cotton wool, my throat and lungs a drowning in green sticky slime, and my nose has just gave up being a nose, and is just producing a hell of a lot of drippy yuck !

I think i need a large bottle of scotch, some orange juice, and Nursey Womble to make me better ;o)

Thank you Mr Axe Man !!

Today i feel very humble.

I received a parcel today, and i had no idea what it was ! I didn't remember ordering anything of the shape or weight, but it had my name on it, so i opened it !

To say i was shocked is an understatement. Out came a wonderful hand crafted axe, complete with a quality leather mask ! I have wanted one of these since Feb this year, when i used one at a camp meet. Its a great little axe, punches way above its weight, and its quality is second to none.

So, a HUGE thank you to "Mr Axe" (not his real name) you know who you are !!

Blessing to you Mate, and if you need anything, just shout OK ?

One VERY happy Spike !!

Bloody pissed off !

Guess you have all heard about the teddy bear Mohammad ? Yeah ?

Well, I'm sick to the teeth of people around the world taking pot shots at the British, and us just rolling over and playing dead. We now have people in Africa calling for the teacher to be shot FFS !!

I'm sure they hate us so, after all, we fund them, give them aid, medical advice and services, run fund raising charities for them, etc etc

Tell ya what, lets STOP ALL AID, and then see how they fucking cope shall we ?

Lets really give them something to get upset about.

I know its not all of the poeple in the country slagging us off. but i so wish this country of ours would grow a sodding backbone again, and pick all this PC bollocks out !!

Mad ? Damn right i am

Civil Rights Trampled Yet Again !

Womble has had a great rant about more civil rights that have, or are going to be lost soon.

Please look at the great Rant HERE.

One of the Best Bugs Bunny cartoons ever !!

Stolen Bike Alert

My mate's bike has been nicked in Leeds. If the person who nicked it is reading this, may I suggest that you leave it in a very safe place (perhaps even back where you found it) and notify the Police of its whereabouts, because people are out looking for you, even as I type. Hell hath no fury, etc. etc.


The bike:


Yamaha Virago, reg number G408 WBY
Blue in colour with leather cover on tank
has forward cruiser pegs which are quite unique
has highway hawk clock on barstop
silencer has no baffle in
has renntec sissy bar

Good day today :o)

Up at 6am, stitched bike camo's, went to Coventry, pooped into Hairy Steve's, chat , coffee, and a nice ride back. All topped off with Banger an Mash with fried onions and shooms :o)

A good start to the week !

About bloody time !!

Postal workers in Liverpool have agreed to end an nine-day unofficial strike.

This means i may finally get the items i brought at the start of the sodding month !!

Postal Farce

Not had ANY post now since the strikes started, still on strike now, 'may' be back to work tomorrow.

I'm sooo bloody pissed off with it all :o\ FFS, i have items that i would like before the end of the sodding month !!

Is that too much to bloody ask for !

Grrrrrrrr :o{

Bunny Bang !!

The Lizard !!

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome, including toilet flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out loud!

Overview: I had to take my son's lizard to the vet.
Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something wrong" with one of the two lizards he holds prisoner in his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me. "I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put my best lizard-healer expression on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little lizards was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the lizard!"

"Oh, my gosh!" my wife exclaimed. "She's having babies."

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!"

I was equally outraged.

"Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to reproduce," I said accusingly to my wife.

"Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?" she inquired (I think she actually said this sarcastically!).

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth).

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it's just a little hard to tell on some guys, you know," she informed me (Again with the sarcasm!).

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.

"Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of birth."

"Oh, gross!" they shrieked.

"Well, isn't THAT just great? What are we going to do with a litter of tiny
little lizard babies?" my wife wanted to know.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later.

"We don't appear to be making much progress," I noted. "It's breech," my wife whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gentle tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.

"Should I call 911?" my eldest daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us through the trauma." (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly. We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe, Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think lizards do Lamaze," his mother noted to him. (Women can be
so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for God's sake.).

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.

"What do you think, Doc, a C-section?" I suggested scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.

"Is Ernie going to be okay?" my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This lizard is not in labour. In fact, that isn't EVER going to happen . . . Ernie is a boy. You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um . . . um . . . masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back."
He blushed, glancing at my wife.

We were silent, absorbing this.

"So, Ernie's just . . . just . . . excited," my wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And then even laugh loudly.

"What's so funny?" I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I
married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.

Tears were now running down her face. "It's just . . . that . . . I'm picturing you pulling on its . . . its . . . teeny little . . ." She gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the vet and hurriedly bundled the lizard and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you did, Dad," he told me.

"Oh, you have NO idea," my wife agreed, collapsing with laughter.



Two lizards: $140.
One cage: $50.
Trip to the vet: $30.
Memory of your husband pulling on a lizard's winkie:
Priceless!

Moral of the story: Pay attention in biology class.
Lizards lay eggs.