being a true account of life in a sheltered housing complex in Ringsend Dublin


It has just gone 12:00 at night. I’m sitting in my flat in Cambridge Court wondering if the noise from the pub across  the road will go on until one or two in the morning. Either way I will be up until 2:30 or later. If I was eighty years of age and in the last stages of terminal cancer it would make no difference – I would still have to wait up until the early hours of the morning. This is sheltered housing Irish style. Tomorrow  night it will be the same , and the night after. I’m not really sure why I am even bothering to record this.  I suppose it is  because I have nothing else to do but while I’m at my blog let me send out an appeal to anyone who might read this. Do you , dear reader , know of any blogs  by senior citizens who are being bullied or are living in a bullying environment ?  I cannot find even one. In spite of spending many weeks looking I still  cannot find a single one. So if you do know of any please let me know.

In a week or two I will be 68 years and to be honest I’m beginning to feel every day of it. How long can my body/mind cope with all this stress ?  Sorry for moaning but if I didn’t moan I would go mad……..


It is just gone 8:00 pm and I’m sitting in my flat (my bedsit) in Cambridge Court Sheltered Housing complex.  Tonight is bingo night , but not for the tenants.  Twenty or thirty people who don’t live in Cambridge Court , who don’t pay rent in Cambridge Court will take over the Day Centre/Common Room tonight and have a grand old-time. If they feel the need to shout and swear they will do so. The fact that elderly tenants may not be well or indeed actually dying will not stop them. It has never stopped any of the many gangs  of people who use Cambridge Court as their own personal play area several nights a week. And it has never bothered Dublin City Council who are more than happy to see this state of affairs being inflicted on old and vulnerable tenants.

If any tenant should take exception to this and tell these people to go home they would be bullied back into their flats and if that didn’t work , if the tenants stood their ground then the bullies who are behind all of this would turn on them. If , in spite of all this bullying and harassment , the tenant refused to accept this situation then  the Gardai  (police) would be called. ………And guess whose side they would take ?………..This is the reality of daily life for old and vulnerable  tenants in Cambridge Court. It is as simple as that.


For those who may not have read my blog before let me give you some background. I’m a 68 year old pensioner living in a sheltered housing complex in Ringsend in Dublin. I have lived here for appx 6 years and literally from my first day here I have witnessed bullying and intimidation. Eventually after years of being bullied myself and watching others being intimidated and bullied I finally made an official complaint to Dublin City Council. To make a long story short they did nothing and it was obvious they had no intention of doing anything. There is nothing new in any of this. Just about every report and study ever issued demonstrates that if a victim finds the courage and strength to complain officially they will , A – be fobbed off …….and if this does not work , if the victim insists that something be done then , B – they will become the problem. Not only will the victim not get any help but they will be declared to be the problem.  The victim of bullying will  have become the bully and the bully will be declared the victim.  This phenomena  is well documented and is  indeed the principle  reason for victims not reporting bullying in the first place.

I made my official complaint to Dublin City Council about a year ago and as I have said nothing was done.  In Cambridge Court there is a day centre or common room and within this day centre is a kitchen. In spite of the fact that this kitchen is there for the tenants those same tenants have been locked out and prevented from using it while others , who do not live in Cambridge Court have the free run of the place. Week after week , month after month and year after year people who do not live in Cambridge Court have the full use of the kitchen. When these people are not using it it is locked. The reason for this state of affairs  is bullying -plain and simple. The bullies hold the keys and every time a non resident walks into the kitchen and makes a cup of tea while tenants are refused it sends out a not-so-scuttle message to all tenants as to who is really in charge. This behavior is intended to intimidate and does intimidate. All this may sound quite trivial but this type of thing is part of a pattern of intimidation and bullying that is a permanent and all pervasive reality of life in Cambridge Court.  Now , about a week ago I decide I had had enough of this and so I removed the lock from the kitchen door. The reaction from Dublin City Council was immediate . The police were called , the lock fixed and a letter rushed off to me. There was no hesitation. They was no prevarication…..action was taken…………………………………All of this in sickening contrast to the total indifference to intimidation and bullying which has blighted the life of many tenants for years. Not only was I accused of threatening people and damaging council property ( I removed 3 screws)  but I was also accused of threatening to kill people ….this being a reference to my anti bullying blog. Funnily  enough this was never an issue in the past ……I had been writing about the bullying in Cambridge Court for six years and saying more or less the same thing for all those years but it only became an issue when I removed the lock on the kitchen door. If I had not removed the lock I could have carried on with my blog writing whatever took my fancy for the next ten years  and no one would have given a damn. Of course if it was not my blog it would have been something else. Funnily enough when I took the decision to remove the lock the first thing that came into my head was that they would take exception to my blog but I took a deliberate decision not to delete any part of it as they would no doubt have found something else to use against me.

There is , as I have said , nothing new in any of this. About a year ago here in Ireland there was case where a woman had accused her partner of abusing her child. She went to the  appropriate authorities and was fobbed off  but refused to let the matter drop. In return she ended up being accused of abuse and her partner given custody of the child. In the official report it noted many more cases like this and made the point that if the victim was articulate and forceful then this was almost always the outcome. The institution will defend itself at any cost. And the institution can be quite vicious ….and a viscous and powerful institution will use all its considerable power to silence a victim. Its and old story……

So if you are a victim of institutional type bullying be warned:  First they will ignore you. Then (if you haven’t  got the message)  they will fob  you off in one manner or another and if you insist on pushing the issue they will then turn on you….THE VICTIM.  Officials who had neither the time or inclination to stop old vulnerable men and women  being intimidated and bullies will , in an instant , find the will , the inclination and all the required  resources to bully the VICTIM.    It is not an easy road to go down. You will be on your own. No one will help you and those who should will turn on you. It is happening every day of the week in institutions and old folks homes. You will be bullied and intimidated  by the very people who should be protecting you. It is a frightening and lonely experience. For decades in this country victims of abuse suffered this fate………and no doubt , many still are. Don’t expect a kind word or even a grain of human understanding.  Do not expect to be reassured…….you won’t be.  You will be on your own and at your most vulnerable and that’s not a nice place to be. You , the victim , will be presented as the villain.  There is a lot at stake in all of this and not just for you. The officials with responsible for the running of Cambridge Court will never admit that they have facilitated bullying of tenants . They will never acknowledge their guilt.

The very first person I spoke to when I moved into Cambridge Court was an old man. He was standing at his front door crying and his first words to me , the first words I ever heard in Cambridge Court were ,   ” They’re  bullying me , they won’t leave me alone , they are bullying me”. These , the very first words spoken to me in Cambridge Court. He was just an old vulnerable man and Dublin City Council did nothing to protect him. They were far to busy protecting the bullies….How many old people died before their time in Cambridge Court because the City Council just didn’t want to know ?  For myself , all I can say is that the trauma of living in Cambridge Court will follow me to my grave. My life , for all practical purposes is ruined. I carry the mental scars with me every minute of the day and will do so up to the moment of my death. Today it  is sheltered housing and old people’s homes , yesterday it was the Magdeline laundries and orphanages. But the people are the same. The indifference is the same. And more often than not the victims are the same.


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This is the interior of the Day Centre in Cambridge Court. Please double-click on the image to get a full appreciation of just how stark / sterile and  uninviting this room really is. It  looks like a recreation room in a prison / homeless shelter or some other such institution. There are no easy chairs or carpeting or anything to soften the austerity. The kitchen , where tenants are supposed to be able to make tea for their visitors or guests  is locked.  It is permanently  locked. The woman who holds the key ( ex matron) has refused to give the key to tenants who wish to use the kitchen. There is a snooker table in the middle of the room. Most mornings cursing/swearing  from the snooker players can be heard through the open door – so much so that on sunny days tenants who might wish to sit in the garden area are forced to return to their flats and close their doors to get away for the bad language and attendant noise.  The ex matron sits in this Day Centre most of the day and every day of the week. She is a coarse vulgar woman with an intimidating manner who is quick to take every opportunity to abuse fellow tenants. Given all of this it is of course  understandable that so  few tenants  use the Day Centre. I personally only go in there at night and then just to get away from the noise of the pub across the road ( Sally’s Return). None of this is an accident. This situation exist because it suits the bullies/thugs who are permitted by Dublin City Council to run Cambridge Court in a manner that suits only them. Dublin City Council are aided in this by the various do-gooders who inflict themselves on the tenants for reasons  that in turn suit these do-gooders.  One example of such people is Google.

This is not the place or time to do an in-dept analysis of the true nature and character of Google . Suffice it is to say that Google are the biggest facilitators of pornography in the history of human kind. They work hand in hand with some of the most oppressive regimes in the world. They hold masses of personal information on you and I which could never be justified in the normal run of things  and the spend a fortune seeing to it that they pay as little tax as possible. Google is not some sort of  liberal or benevolent entity but it has a genius for marketing itself as such and has for the most part been very successful in this regard. One very important string in this bow of Google’s is its self perpetuated reputation  for putting money and good work back into the community.  (Considering the millions that they make the money they ‘put back’ is indeed  miniscule). Google  has no real interest in the local community. Hundreds of  indigenous  locals were ethnically cleansed out of the area of Docklands to make way for the Dockside apartments that the new Google workforce  would expect and need. Google’s  only interest is Google. The local community is just something to be exploited with the sole purpose of making Google look good. Recently ( just a few days ago ) Google sent some Google employees down to Cambridge Court as volunteers to repaint the Day Centre. They did not ask me or any other of the tenants if they wanted  this but simply sat down with the bullies and decide to do it. If they had asked me I would have explained that there was NO benefit  to the tenants in all this and that the only people who would in fact benefit would be the various groups of local people who use Cambridge Court for bingo or choir / sing song practice of various other activities. These people are of course friends of the bullies and are the ONLY people who actually use the Day Centre in Cambridge Court in the evenings. The tenants are in effect barred from the place and have to spend their nights in their flats looking at the walls if they don’t have anything better to do. And as I have already stated no one uses it in the day time either for obvious reasons. Google have the reward of the ensuing good publicity / political capital they get out of ‘helping’ the local senior citizens and the bullies take a bow for being instrumental in bringing this largesse  in the first place.  Both parties walk away smelling of roses. Dublin City Council look on with a benevolent smile on their face and everyone is truly happy. The myth that the old folk in Cambridge Court are being cared for and cherished grows  ever bigger. The power of the bullies expands with every charitable act……Everyone is happy.  Google get to look good…..Google is happy. The council get to feel and look good for providing the ‘ hardware’ in the first place and all the various other attendant do-gooders get to feel good (and empowered to do even more good)  so really and truly everyone is happy. The fact that Cambridge Court is a nasty , intimidating and lonely reality for most tenants is simply not an issue.

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Not only have Google painted the place but they have also fitted a bank of electrical sockets along one of the walls for new computers they are supplying to the bullies. I say they are being put in for the bullies as they and their hanger- ons are the only people who use the computers or anything else in the Day Centre. The only practical difference all of this will make is to give the whole place and even more clinical/industrial look than it already has. And it will probable also faciliitate the bringing in from outside  Cambridge Court even more groups to use the place further isolating /intimidating the people who actually live there. I would like to invite you again to double click on the above images so that you might understand just how cold/clinical and generally uninviting this place is.

You may feel that all of this is pettiness and even vindictiveness  on my part but it has to be seen in context. When I first moved into Cambrdidge Court I wrote about the bullying in my blog. The bullies had their own semi-officail Cambridge Court blog but it was buried somewhere between page 50 and 80 of  Google , so much so that it took me over six months to actually find it. The bullies were not happy about my blog and tried in various ways  to intimidate and isolate me but as this just drew attention to my blog (and more traffic) they soon realized the value of having ones  blog on page one of Google  (as mine was) so they contacted Google who obligingly came out and fixed their blog so it now features in first place on the first page of Google (it is almost never updated and has or had no readers) . It is immovable. It is stuck there. It is fixed. I should say here that Google knew I had a blog that was dealing with bullying in Cambridge Court. They had read my blog and even complemented me on it……..even going so far as to suggest that I help them teach other tenants about how to blog. The fact that I declined their offer did not help I’m sure to make them sympathetic to my anti-bullying cause. Google’s  sole contribution in all of this was to give the bullies even more power than they already had and this AFTER I had informed them  of exactly what was going on. While all this was going on Crooscare  decided to start a snooker tournament so now we have even  more people coming into the Day Centre. These people spend most of the time swearing/cursing at the top of their voices so much so that on sunny days tenants have to forgo the sun and lock themselves in their flats to get away from the noise. And here’s the beauty of it– Crosscare don’t pay a penny in rent to Dublin City Council . They did not have to wait on the waiting list for 5 to 10 years….They are not  tenants of Dublin City Council and yet they , with the blessing of Dublin City Council have forced this nuisance on myself and other tenants. There are a whole army of people out there who don’t live in Cambridge Court , don’t pay rent in Cambridge Court but in spite of this have  a greater say in how Cambridge Court is run than any tenant is ever likely to have. Crooscare don’t pay rent – I do ……but Dublin City Council don’t listen to me , don’t care if I’m happy or not or even if I am suicidal. And let me repeat something that I said in a previous post.  Tenants have transferred out of Cambridge Court because they were being driven to thoughts of suicide.

As I write this it is Tuesday night , bingo night in Cambridge Court. The Day Centre is packed with people who don’t live in Cambridge Court. The tenants are stuck in their flats and if they are lonely and depressed  then that’s just tough luck…….And now , one last photo…….take a look at this last photo. It looks quite innocent. But double click on this photo and then consider what I have to say…..


I took this photo today. These cups are set out for the bingo crowd who will be in the Day Centre tonight playing bingo. None of these people live in Cambridge Court. On Thursday night and Friday night the cups will be laid out  again for  the other groups of non resident who use Cambridge Court on those nights. I have seen neighbours of mine die in Cambridge Court , I’ve watched people waste away with cancer and then die isolated and lonely in their flats……but I have never NEVER seen ANY tenant EVER have a cup of tea in the Day Centre.  I have seen people bullied out of their homes in Cambridge Court. I have seen tenants who walk the streets every day of the week and sit alone in their flats seven nights a week and NEVER NEVER have I seen even one of these people have a cup of tea in the Day Centre.  This is supposed to be the place where tenants can  go in to  sit down have a little chat and maybe a cup of tea and company ……but no one uses it. The bullies have seen to that.

This is wrong. This is immoral. This is nasty.

All the above was written yesterday. Today the snooker crowd were in Cambridge Court. For several hours they wandered in and out of the Day Centre cursing , swearing and drinking tea from the now open kitchen/canteen while the ex matron sat there wallowing ( a suitable word) in the glow of it all. The nasty habit some of them had of spitting on the ground at the door of the Day Centre did not seem to bother her in the least. This went of for hours until they left at which point the kitchen was locked up again as it will remain until tomorrow night when another group who don’t live in Cambridge Court will be in to use the Day Centre. This is wrong. This is nasty and it is immoral. This is BULLYING. ………..and it is going on every day of the week in Cambridge Court.

Nightime in Sheltered Housing Ringsend Dublin

It is now a quartet to twelve at night and I’m sitting in the Day Centre of Cambridge Court. There is a smell of someone having friend chips or something of that sort. There is a small kitchen here and tonight a local choir group were using the centre so they obviously made use of the kitchen. In the six or more years that I have been living here I have never known the tenants of Cambridge Court to have use of this kitchen- it is only available to friends of the bullies who of course don’t live here. I could hear them singing to their heart’s content up to about 11:00 pm. It is a very hot night and my door had been open but I had to close it to shut out the noise. Unfortunately the pub across the road was just starting up its nightly  noise so I had it from both sides. I don’t want to be sitting here , I would much rather be in bed. I feel tired and not altogether well.

This is Sheltered Housing. This is the reality of Sheltered Housing. I will be up tonight until 2:30 at least. And tomorrow night it will be just the same. If I could find somewhere else to live I would be gone in a flash but its pretty much impossible to get a flat in Dublin now unless you have lots of money. And if like me your old then you don’t have a chance in hell. I would live on the street but I’m just not up to that , I wouldn’t last a week. I have gone beyond hope. Which is to say that I’ve seen the light. This is it. This is real life and it’s not going to get any better. I have been living like this more of less now for 25 years…….Forgive me if I sound like a moan but if I didn’t moan I would go mad. This blog is my one release.  It is now 12:15 and I have just been over to my flat to get some cigarette papers and the noise from the pub in blaring into my flat. They only have a license to play music up until 11:30 but there is no point in phoning the police. Ironically here in the Day Centre there are lots of community police notices pined up advising tenants how to look after themselves etc etc.  From time to time they call in on their bikes and have a chat with the bullies and then they go off again. They are happy and the bullies are happy. The rest of us are on the transfer list………

This really does sound like one long moan. If I was a comedian I would throw in a joke here to lighten the mood but I can’t think of anything funny just now. And of course you don’t have to read this. All you have to do is move the mouse and click. You can click me in and out of existence at will.  — I have just been  outside the Day Centre to get some fresh  air. All the lights are off in the flats and the whole place is dark apart from the Day Centre itself. which is lit up like some beacon in a sea of black and I’m sitting here in the light like some character out of an Edward Hopper painting…..If you lived in Dublin and happened to be down this way and passed by just now you would probable wonder why there was a light on…….but only for a moment , then you would pass on and some other thought would come into your head. Like when you’re sitting in a train passing the bottom of  a row of gardens and you find yourself wondering about the people who might live in those houses….. – I like trains. I like looking out of a train windows  late at night wondering about all those anonymous people with their  anonymous existences. There is something romantic about trains ……and there is a special quality about night when you are alone and everyone else is asleep and everything is , or should be ,  quiet . But there is nothing romantic about Cambridge Court- day or night.

It is now almost 2:30 am and I’m back in my flat having a last cup of coffee and a cheese sandwich before I go to bed. I will roll 5 or 6 cigarettes and puff and cough in the dark until merciful sleep descends. I may , or may not dream. I often dream after eating cheese but I’m never old in my dreams. And in my dreams my friends are all still alive.






SALLY’S RETURN the dirties pub in Ireland

Across the road from Cambridge Court there is pub called Sally’ Return. It is now 9:45 and the noise from this pub is drifting into my flat. Even with the door and window closed and my TV on I just cannot escape the THUMP THUMP THUMP from this low life hangout. Immediately  behind the pub is a sheltered housing hostel for women and children. On quite literally hundreds of times  I have had to leave my flat and walk the street at all hours of the night and early morning just to get away from this noise.  The Gardai will do nothing. They tell me there is nothing they can do ……they don’t have the manpower etc etc. Of course if I were to put a bottle through the window of this pub that manpower problem would cease to  exist in a flash. I have stated before in this blog that I have never been to bed before 3:00 am. No matter how ill I might feel , no matter how tired and unwell I might be I cannot rest.

The strain of all this , coupled with ill health and the bullying atmosphere in Cambridge Court itself  will eventually kill me. That’s a simple statement  of fact. The noise from this pub and my inability to deal with it much longer  will  most certainly kill me. It is a simple as that. This is not simply a matter of my opinion – its an objective statement of fact.

So what should I do ? Should I just continue as I am , getting sicker , older , less able to cope. Should I sit back and let my life drift away one miserable day after another until  I run out of days ? I have no rights. There IS nothing I can do. So what am I to do…… I have considered killing these people. That may sound extreme but the situation is extreme.  I have often thought of killing all of these people , putting them out of their misery. They are all thugs and bullies. They are exploiting to the full the fact that I am weak. They understand fully the misery they cause me and others and simply don’t give a proverbial damn. Right now as I write this the noise is going THUMP THUMP THUMP and literally 6 paces from the back of this pub is a hostel full of  children…..and its been going on for years…..And they are not going to stop unless someone stops them and that’s just not going to happen. So killing them is the only way. If I had a gun I would not hesitate for a second. I would shoot the lot of them and shoot anyone , man woman or child who got in my way. But , (problems/problems)  I don’t have a gun. And killing a large group of people is not easy…….But I think about it a lot …….The noise is getting louder and louder. The phone is just a few inches away but there is no point in calling the police. They are not there to protect me.  As I have said over and over , the bullies are never the problems – its the people who protect the bullies that are the problem.

It really is getting louder and louder. I’ll have a cup of coffee now and then leave my flat and go sit in the Day Centre until  THEY decide THEY want to got to bed. I don’t feel well …..and I’m getting old. I’m tired of this. This is not living. I have often though of suicide …. but if it comes to that I WILL take these low life with me. But like I say , killing a large group of people is not easy. Its not impossible. But its not easy either. But if I think of it all long enough (and it is impossible not to) then perhaps I will find a way.

I wrote all this last night and rereading it now it  does sound quite extreme. Be that as it may , the fact is that it is also honest. Just now , as I write this , I’m listening to Messiaen on my record deck – “The Celestial Banquet”.  I like Messiaen in spite of the fact that I have no interest in religion.  I picked up a load of classical records in Oxfam and am going through them right now. There is an other-world  quality to Messiaen’s  music which appeals to me….but I like most 20th Century music. It helps to keep me sane. And we all need something to keep us sane , don’t we ! My mother used to say that there is always someone worse off , which is of course very true , but if I had my way there would be a lot more people a lot worse off …..and permanently so to.

Oh dear , oh dear oh dear……happiness is a warm gun . Indeed indeed…..and many a true word spoken in jest , etc etc etc. There’s always someone worse off and it will all work out in the end.  Indeed it will.  Failing that , perhaps the roof will fall in or the sky fall….or something – Something always happens. That’s one thing we can be sure of.  And tomorrow is another day if , that is , we live to see it.

Cambridge Court at Night

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It is 12:30 at night and I’m typing this out in the Day Centre in Cambridge Court. I should be in my flat watching the world cup but the noise from the pub across the road has made that impossible.  This is no way to live. Six years living in Cambridge Court and 68 years of age and I have never once been to bed before 3:00 AM.  So much for sheltered housing. So much for the ‘caring community’.  This will go on until I die. The ironic thing is that many of the low life making noise in the pub tonight  have a free run of Cambridge Court when they want to play their bingo or whatever.  It would be funny if it wasn’t so sick. As you can see from the photo the Day Room is like a room in an institution ( which of course Cambridge Court is). I would be more than happy to buy some armchairs and couches for the place and maybe a coffee table and some rugs to make the place more inviting and comfortable but that would not suit the bullies. Making the place nice for the tenants would interfere with the bingo. And as you know , there’s money to be made at the bingo….especially if your a bully who runs the place as if it was his own personal fiefdom.

The Day Centre in Cambridge Court looks and smells like  an institution. It’s about as inviting as an institution too. This is the kitchen.

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I’ve never seen a tenant , not even one , use that kitchen.  But three nights a week people who don’t live in Cambridge Court have the run of it. These people are friends of the bullies and there is of course money to be made in all of this. And political capital also……..everyone thinks the bullies are wonderful people – or rather they choose to believe it. If there is one thing that I have learned in this life of mine it’s that people are not stupid.  Nor are they blind.  They know whats going on but have their own vested interests in not knowing.  – It is now 1:15 am. There are still people roaring , cursing and shouting in the pub ( Sally’s Return – the dirtiest pub in Ireland) but the ‘music’ seems to have stopped. I’ll go home to my flat now and try and get the tail end of the match , if it is not over by now.  I’ll post this blog post tomorrow……

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Thursday Night Low Life : Sheltered Housing

It’s thursday night in Cambridge Court.  Just outside my door there are a gang of low life shouting , swearing and having a rare old time at my expense. They are taking over the day room for the night and I’m sure they will appreciate the new paint job that some charitable persons did a few days ago. Mind you , those ‘charitable’ people don’t live here either and I for one did not ask them to paint anything……It’s a hot close night – there is no air but my front door is firmly shut to keep out the noise. I don’t want my door closed but I’m only a tenant and what I want doesn’t matter. Tomorrow night there will be another gang in the day centre None of them live in Cambridge Court either. All of this is organised by the bullies for their own benefit of course. They make very real political capital out of it all. And they use that capital to oppress the tenants. It’s a vicious circle and they are pulling the strings.

People , real people , old people have been driven to contemplating suicide here. None of this is a joke. This is serious stuff – it doesn’t  get any more serious. I call these people low life because that is what they are. Dublin City Council don’t want to know. Neither do the various health and welfare services.  The needs of abused and bullied tenants is not even a consideration for these people. So be it. I went to Dublin City Council once to try to have something done but they just didn’t want to know. So be it indeed.

I have often sat here in my flat planning how to take these bullies out. I have rehearsed in my mind how I might put them out of their  misery . They are after all miserable people will miserable petty lives and no one would miss them. None of the tenants would.  And I would be doing humanity a great service.

A few days ago a reader left a comment on one of my blog posts. They said they liked reading my blog but were not happy about the violent thoughts I expressed.  My answer to this is that I don’t care.  I care about the people in old people’s homes and sheltered housing complexes and such places who’s lives are often a living hell.  And I want to tell the truth , warts and all .  I’m not trying to make friends or  win respect or whatever. This is not some ego trip that I’m on.  Bullying is nasty , venial and violent and the nastiest people of all are those in authority who make a fine art out of looking the other way.. .The only people who are even worse are the do-gooders on the sideline.

If your looking for something lighter to read why not visit my other blog which is called ( suprise , suprise)  THE MAN WITH NO FRIENDS

I’m Not Dead

Just a brief post to let my millions of readers know that I’m not dead. I’ve been out of action for a couple of weeks due to my laptop being in the shop but now I’m back.  You’ll be glad to hear that the bullies are fine…..they are all working hard getting the garden / courtyard pretty for the summer…….there is of course money to be made out of it.  The council give out cash prizes  for the best garden and that goes into the pockets of you know who.  Also it helps  to create the impression that they are only concerned with making life better for the tenants/inmates. The day centre is being painted…….presumably for the bingo crowd and the choir/drama group , not to mention the ‘get a life’ group and anyone else who wants to use the place. It wont make any difference to most of the inmates however as they are far too intimidated to go near the place. Don’t forget what I said in a previous post……Call down and see the place anytime ….it’s open 24 hours a day. It’s better than a visit to the zoo…….


Tonight is choir practice night in Cambridge Court , but not for the tenants…. While tenants sit in their flats looking at the walls a group from Sandymount are having a great sing-song in OUR day centre.  When they are finished the local pub will start off with its own brand of sing-songing……and that will go on till 1:30 in the morning . I’ll be in the day centre tonight washing my clothes at 1:00 AM just to get away from the noise . I’m now 67 years of age and will turn 68 in two months time and I have never been to bed before 3:00 in the morning since I came to this place.   It’s a nightmare…..I spend day after day thinking of death….The only thing that has stopped me so far is that I have not been able to figure out a way yet of taking the bullies with me….And that is what it all might come to in the end. I spend a lot of time sitting in my flat thinking of the best way of putting these bullies out of their misery……there’s not much else to think about in this hell hole.  Every dog has his day.  Isn’t that what they say ?   If ever two people deserved to die then  it is these two bullies…. Yes , every dog has it’s day.  ………….Just now this minute as I write this the pub across has started blaring out it’s noise so I’ll have to finish this up now as I cannot stay in my flat with this noise. I’m too old for all this …..and it will kill me in the end.   But I might just make Cambridge Court famous before that… The above was written last night. It is now 1:30 noon the next day and I’m sitting here wondering what time the noise will start tonight. With the summer weather coming in it will get earlier and earlier.  For over five years now I have had to walk the streets at night just to get away from this noise but  I’m getting too old now….    No matter how extreme it might seem it seems the only way to stop it is to burn the pub down some night…   .

I have tried to find a new flat without any success so what am I supposed to do ?


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