Change is possible
In my previous blog, Revolving Doors!, you met my mate 'Fictitious Vic' this time around I'd like to introduce you to another mate, Mr. Risky Needs, who some know as either 'Risky' or 'Needy'. Risky doesn't have many friends, especially those willing to fight his corner. If I didn't know any different, which many people … Continue reading Risky Needs
An important aspect in the reduction of reoffending is to ensure we create fewer victims, or if cold hard cash is your thing and from a fresh perspective, reducing reoffending will also keep insurance premiums to a minimum. Less crime, fewer insurance payouts, minimal premiums. And if it is cold hard cash where your thoughts … Continue reading Revolving Doors!
I know there will be some who disagree with me as well as those who will agree and those who will understand along with those who don't. Getting out of prison can be just as a traumatic experience as being sent to prison in the first place can be. Especially when you have no proper … Continue reading “GET OUT AND STAY OUT!!”
I take advantage of waking up early by using the surrounding stillness to take a bit of me time each morning. I spend those moments reflecting on where I am now and how far I have come. I find by doing that not only do I stay mindful of where I'm from and the life … Continue reading Empathy matters
On Monday 1st March, St. David's Day, I received some fantastic news. I have to admit it is something still sinking in. What made it even more special was the person who delivered the news to me and where he works. The news also had me reflecting like never before. Jose Aguiar, the person who … Continue reading Run away!!
I love the Bromley Briefings Prison Factfile published by the Prison Reform Trust. I can't say the same regarding some of the statistics contained within its pages. In fact, too many make for upsetting reading. However, one thing that frustrates me with our criminal justice system, and the Ministry of Justice, and has done for … Continue reading Filters lie, figures don’t!
My mother will be devastated when I tell you that I was brought up on a council estate. Last time I mentioned it, in company, she immediately dismissed it as my vivid imagination. Did I imagine all this too? Mother's birthplace, Springburn, Glasgow. Childhood. Canning Town, East London. Teenage Years. Roundshaw, Wallington. Here comes Keef! Spital's … Continue reading Just call me Keef.
I am getting the hang of writing misleading headlines from reading the Daily Fail. But beneath the headlines, I haven't written a book. Yet! What I'm actually doing is known in the medical profession as an avoidance technique. I'm using the book to avoid talking to anyone and by anyone, I mean everyone. I'm absolutely … Continue reading Is it ok if I don’t talk?
A theme that has been running through my mind for the past 15 years and one I put into action regularly is 'connect and collaborate'. Looking at things from my perspective, you would see that there is no way I would be sitting at my laptop right now writing this blog, or any of my … Continue reading Two heads are better than one
In my previous post, I made a full, public confession that we’ve hit rock bottom. As David says, “We’re properly on our arses”. Since the first lockdown we’ve been surviving on Universal Credit. We are fortunate that the Community Larder drop off the just after the best before date produce from the local supermarkets every week and we choose … Continue reading My Friends are Disorders.
