BSB? Bloody Stupid Buggers

Well, that's that then. Some very clever legal chess was played. The BSB is like any other regulatory office in that it hasn't got a clue about any of it's dealing and doings or mechanics in the real world. No surprises there. Barbara's survived and will only gain strength from it all. It's what happens. Sometimes it takes someone or a group of humans who don't do online, to offer up a different perspective to those who become, for whatever reason, obsessed with online antics. I have the tee-shirt. May she live long and prosper.

For those that have put her there, in addition to seeing to me and others, Karma has you in its crosshairs. It'll come. It always does.

To end, let's have a bet- I bet that you think about my successful life more than I or a hundred others will ever think about your lack of such. I'll bet my life's earnings on it. Let's see where we are in five years. Because I know where you were five years ago and I can see a clear winner when I see one.

Now piss off and trot on back to Twitter.

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Trainee Grandfather. Experienced troll beater

This little beauty is carrying my grandchild. There are no words to suffice really. If ever there was a blessing than I've got one on the way. Due in early summer too so it's going to be a sandy and wet few first months of life with grandad and grandma on the beaches of the island. 

Other news reaches me that I've been mentioned at length recently by the evil ones who are still satisfying themselves with paedo-porn over on Twitter and elsewhere. All those Carl Beech and Esther Baker supporters with sticky keyboard keys are still retweeting shit from 7/8 years ago. I had a quick gander and pissed myself laughing. A suspect in the abduction/kidnapping of a child a few decades ago, a self-proclaimed fantasist with more court restraints/orders/injunctions than even I know about at this moment in time. An ET look-a-like who's older than coal and a few others who've managed to unstick the letters that spell Laverty. In all honesty, it's scary what these monsters have been up to. It doesn't concern me really as I have a real life that involves real people and what's called society. 

I'm of the mind that my future will eventually involve me telling my grandchildren about the real-life trolls who tried to destroy their granddad's life but failed and as a result of their failure grandaddy grew very strong and smashed their troll worlds into pieces. We'll laugh and share ice cream and they'll want to be told the same scary story time and time again. I'll show them pictures of witches that hide during the day and only venture out for leftover food at night, and ghouls that steal and kill children and aliens with eyes like dark caves and teeth made of old smelly cheese. Also, I'll show them what hairstyles the trolls have up in the cold of the north. Oh, how they will laugh, those little Laverty's all laughing and poking fun at the picture on the grave of troll with the funny hair. 

They'll want to know how I survived all those trolls and their beastly friends. I'll tell them in a whisper- it's easy my little chickadees, I learned their weaknesses and walked away from their world. They can't follow me because they can't leave their world. They have no freedom to go where we go. The never will. Now sssssshhhhhhhhhh and go to sleep. 

Freedom to be free.