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After a long tiring Thursday I settled myself onto the settee and lost myself in Big Brother. I hadn’t realised that my top button on my trousers was undone and in my comfort I had slid down the settee and was in the optimum position to relax and enjoy the show.

Idle thoughts drifting through my mind and I felt content and happy. Then my beautiful wife, glancing in my direction gives a grunt or a snort, I’m not sure which  and proceeds to abuse me and my lack of self respect. “Sit up properly and pull your trousers up for god sake, you look like Rab C Nesbitt. “She yelled!

Well you could have blown me down with a feather. Rab C Nessbitt I repeated to myself. ”  I look nothing like Rab C Nesbitte”  I shout to the wife. Alas, she had already lost interest in causually abusing me and was now watching the telly with an avid concentration. Wife’s can be so cruel sometime.

My equilibrium had been shattered and I make my way to the computer, just to remind myself what Rab C Nesbitt actually looks like. Well I can’t see the resemblance at all which means the wife needs new glasses or I need to take a long good look at myself.

Can you tell the difference between Rab C Nesbitt and my abused self? Answers on a post card please.

Just wanna wish my beautiful , gorgeous , sexy wife a happy birthday. You still take my breath away when I look at you and I love you more than life itself.

xxxx

Hi All ,

Finally got round to posting the next chapter in my wonderful life story Belfast Child , well wonderful in the respect of ” I wonder what the hell I done to deserve so much shit” .

This chapter deals with Uncle Sam , my favourite Uncle and the man I looked up too as a kid.

I jest , life is good now and I wouldn’t change a thing. Well, that’s lots I would change but I won’t go into the now.

Please share my story and spread the word. And come back soon as I will be posting few additional chapters over the next few weeks.

Thank you and be happy.

JC

Bored and pondering the irrelevant and this question came to mind.

“What are my Statutory Rights “

Anyone know? Anyone care?

Bombs and Bullets.

The Pacifist Loyalist

Belfast Child Autobiography – Coming UP

Well now that I’ve covered dad’s death I am  now ready to move on to the next stage of my life, which was predictable full of woes and misery. But its not all bad and there were many happy time, especially when I discovered drugs and girls and lost myself completely in both.

But before I got there I had many more miles to travel on the winding road  of  my “Wonderful ”  life.

After dad’s death I wanted to be left alone to grieve and try and find the will to continue and find something positive to look forward to in the future.  But as usual  fate took a malevolent interest in my destiny and continued to abuse me.

I tried to adapt to the many changes after dad’s death, from moving among dad’s relatives  and questioning my faith in God. And I began to think more and more of Mum and even suspecting that she might not be dead after all.

Belfast Child

Keep reading  my story….

• How in my desperation to find mum I approached the salvation army in secret and asked them to help me find mum, but due to the fact I had no details about her, including her surname they were unable to do anything for me.
• Why I had a secret meeting with a Catholic priest and how this meeting changed my view of Catholics.

• Found comfort in god and the church and even held my own services , with Bother George in the dry stock room of the Co – Op  we both worked in. Bother George was very stupid and I was his master!

• Found out I liked the high I got from glue and spent my teenage years experimenting with  one drug or another. And it wasn’t blocking out the pain, it was making my life bearable and I enjoyed it. Had some crazy trips on acid though.

• Had a horrific accident in school that put me back in hospital for six months.

• Joined the UDA and was prepared to fight for my Queen and Country, but I was not prepared to kill innocent Catholic’s or anyone for that matter.

• My time in the UDA and the military and loyalist history lessons and workshops

• Watched as many of my friends were punished  (kneecapped) by the paramilitaries, Joined the paramilitaries and some even became Loyalist killers and others ended up dead.
• And how many years later when I was older and wiser a letter from the past set in motion a chain of events that would finally lead to me finding mum and our reunion after almost 25 years apart.

And much more………

So if your interested in my story please  keep reading and spread the word. I want my story to be seen by as many as possible and if you can retweet this or send a link to your friends and family I would be most grateful.

Take care and be happy.

John  Chambers

We’ll a Sad diversion from the boredom of everyday life – Our little tortoise shell cat Henrietta  , otherwise known as “Squeaky” has passed away and gone to cat heaven. She has been ill for sometime and the wife brought her to the vet and returned with an empty cat box and a broken heart.

I feel so sad and upset that I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to her and have been weeping into my cornflakes as I try to come to terms with this new tragedy in my life. My eyes keep drifting to the little chair by my desk, where little Henri would sit all day and silently  watch me in wonder and keep me company through the long nights of insomnia .

Holly the older cat ( she’s almost 160 in cat years and we always thought she would go first). doesn’t seem that concerned at the mo, she just keeps screaming to be feed and is happy as a pig as she scuff’s down her gourmet  food. I wonder when she will realise that little Henri won’t ever be coming home again – will she missed her companion of almost 20 human years? That said she use to make little Henri’s life a nightmare, bullying her and stealing her food. We shall see.

Rest in peace Henri!

Well finally finished writing up the bits about dad’s death and let me tell you its been painfully. I haven’t cried in years about dad not being here , but it was really emotional and raw writing about his death and it brought it all back.

Hope you enjoy the read and will come back for more.

Ta

JC.