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Discrimination on the grounds of sexuality is even more devastating than other forms of discrimination such as racism, as it reaches right into families and leaves no refuge for its victims.

Michael King, Professor of Primary Care Psychiatry, University College London. Quoted in Pink News.

Should he ever come round my neck of the woods and do that, the urge to leap out and kiss him better would be quite overpowering.

C**** is the son of the people who live across the road. The mother did my garden for a while, then suggested that C**** take over. Turned out he wasn't a gifted gardener, so he doesn't do it any more.

C**** is in his early thirties, and has apparently been smoking dope since his early teens. He talks frequently about how the Illuminati control western civilisation. He is convinced that they are listening to him, using their devices. They are trying to stop him from bringing about the societal revolution that will destroy their control and usher in an age of peace and plenty, where everyone will live on government handouts. In the last few months he has started shouting at the Illuminati as he walks up and down our avenue.

Last Saturday, two-ish days ago, I heard him shouting outside as I was preparing to go to the shops for my grocery. It takes me a while to get ready, so he'd been going strong for about twenty minutes when I finally got under way. Once outside, I saw that he was on his hands and knees, chalking something on the pavement in front of his parents' house. It seemed to be made of squares and small circles, and could either have been a hopscotch ladder or the cabbalistic tree of life, take your pick.

I decided — perhaps it was a little cowardly of me — just to walk past on my side of the road. I thought that since he was pointed away from me there was a good chance he wouldn't see me. Even though he was busy shouting and chalking however, he must have heard my steps because his head turned towards me. (It's odd — remember that he's on all fours with his feet towards me and his head away from me — but my memory is that his head turned almost through 180 degrees, even though I know that's impossible.) I distinctly felt a kind of shock when he caught sight of me.

"Hiya mate," said the head.

"Hiya C****," I replied, walking on as fast as my legs would carry me.

Dreamed of Daniel Radcliffe playing with my little pony. V.disturbing. Had never been able to understand why people were slashing about Harry Potter and Draco or whomever until I saw this:

Speaking as an amateur of many years' standing, it is impossible that a treasure trail that promising should lead on to disappointment. So now he's invaded my dreams? First account for this, indeed! Well it's staring you in the face, love.