Hello, how are you? I hope this blog finds you well.
It has been over a week now since my last epistle and, quite frankly, I've not had much chance to actually settle down and come up with something for your joyful (or not too bad) delectation, much as I like to waffle on about all sorts of things that really don't matter so much in the shape of things.
Since we last chatted I have had another single that has become available on the iTunes and Amazon placings for your aural entertainment. I have thoughts for a video to accompany it, but that is another thing that requires that most precious and rare commodity known as time! There certainly isn't very much of that around is there.
I was unsure as to whether I should release that song as a single, but in the end it won out. There's also the fact that it was easy to edit it to a decent single type song. Those of you who like intro's and outro's to songs will enjoy the album version, which has an almost dramatic introduction and a rocking out-going. Oh yeah. I just hope that people don't think that my drumming is programmed, because that is actual a real drummer in the shape of myself. I don't play them that much now, but sometimes a drummer just doesn't show up and, well to be honest I just want the drums and percussion doing, so the music can be finished really. I am not an amazing drummer by any stretch of the imagination, but I am a "make-do" drummer. I'm there to do something that fits. The strange thing is that the basic rhythm is almost precisely the rhythm I programmed for my original home demo of the song. Perhaps it's natural to do that, I don't know. I hadn't really done that intricate a demo for songs before really.
I've done a lot of reading lately, which I suppose would explain where a lot of my time has been spent. I have really enjoyed it. I used to read a fair bit when I was younger, but haven't done so much for a number of years, but now have got back into it in a big way. I don't know why, but I am happy that I have. I can quite happily sit down for hours reading a book, and in some ways I find it more interesting than going online - please don't take that too personally Mister Internet, it's just the person that I am becoming I think. I don't think that I will stop my internet acquaintance, but I'm just making it a little more healthy perhaps?
Recently I have enjoyed delving into the literary worlds of people such as John Wyndham, Jules Verne, HG Wells, and am presently reading Killing Floor by Lee Child, which I am over half way through already after not even two complete night shifts. It's not as distracting as the computer and the internet, and there's something about it that is just different.
It wasn't that I had given up reading during those years, but just that I hadn't done that much. I read a fair few biographies over that time, and have a decent collection of poetry and verse books that I frequently delved into, but fiction was a rarity.
Other than all of that, I still haven't got a car, and am enjoying riding my bike to and from work (except times like tonight where I'm outside of where I live and work have loaned me a company vehicle to get here in).
Anyway, I know that is a short epistle, but I want to get back to the great character of Jack Reacher.
Thank you for reading, and please take care.
31 October 2012 (41 years, 11 months, and 5 days old)
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Sunday, 21 October 2012
Blogging, Riding, Restoring
Hello my friends and acquaintances. How are you all?
I'm actually in a semi-happy mood. I know that makes a change.
I've at last got back to doing the music blog, which is a good thing for me because I wanted to get around to finding the time (and quiet from the neighbours, which is a rarity I can tell you). The latest music blog is a little bit of a job you see where I actually have to learn the songs by ear, rather than finding the music somehow, learning, and then talking about that.
As I have said already elsewhere, I was initially not going to go into too much depth about songs not written by ex-Beatles, but here I decided to do something different as there was nothing about the actual music of the songs on Ringo Starr's second solo album Beaucoups of Blues. Hence why I have learnt the songs by ear, and have now put the music up for people to follow.
I'm getting very used to riding my bike to work now all of the time (so long as they leave me working locally), and I have made a decision that even when I do have a car again, I will carry on getting to work and back using the bike whenever it is one of the more local sites that I am sent to work at. I just need to cut down on the naughty treats. It's just that site vending machines don't sell fruit, unless it's inside some sort of sweet bar or something.
I've had to restore my iPod this week because it has been playing up, and now I am stuck with just over 4,000 or so songs on there rather than the previous 40,000 or so. Why can't they invent a technology where you don't have to use the restore option now and then. What we need is infallible technology that always works and never deteriorates.
What this titbit of information tells you is that I will have to find the time to get the external hard drives out and put more tunes onto the iPod. I'm not sure when that will be because I quite fancy doing some more blog related work (song learning) while Louise is out on Tuesday afternoon again (I hope the neighbours stay quiet for that).
Actually, this past Friday I got the guitar out with the intention of blog work, but got carried away and wrote a new tune. I did have time after that to work out one of the songs from the Beaucoups of Blues album towards the next blog instalment.
Anyway, here I am at work on my next to last night shift before two days off, and I can't bloody wait. I am so tired lately, and need to catch up with some sleep. I've become such a lightweight haven't I. :(
I think it could be the fact that for I only bring decaf drinks to work with me now, which was something that I was certain was causing me trouble with getting to sleep. This was turning me into a not very nice person, and funnily enough I have been better since dropping the caffeine. We do have some special coffee in the kitchen that is caffeinated, but that is a rare luxury.
I hope that you are all okay, and have a good week ahead. Take care.
Sunday 22 October 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 26 days old)
I'm actually in a semi-happy mood. I know that makes a change.
I've at last got back to doing the music blog, which is a good thing for me because I wanted to get around to finding the time (and quiet from the neighbours, which is a rarity I can tell you). The latest music blog is a little bit of a job you see where I actually have to learn the songs by ear, rather than finding the music somehow, learning, and then talking about that.
As I have said already elsewhere, I was initially not going to go into too much depth about songs not written by ex-Beatles, but here I decided to do something different as there was nothing about the actual music of the songs on Ringo Starr's second solo album Beaucoups of Blues. Hence why I have learnt the songs by ear, and have now put the music up for people to follow.
I'm getting very used to riding my bike to work now all of the time (so long as they leave me working locally), and I have made a decision that even when I do have a car again, I will carry on getting to work and back using the bike whenever it is one of the more local sites that I am sent to work at. I just need to cut down on the naughty treats. It's just that site vending machines don't sell fruit, unless it's inside some sort of sweet bar or something.
I've had to restore my iPod this week because it has been playing up, and now I am stuck with just over 4,000 or so songs on there rather than the previous 40,000 or so. Why can't they invent a technology where you don't have to use the restore option now and then. What we need is infallible technology that always works and never deteriorates.
What this titbit of information tells you is that I will have to find the time to get the external hard drives out and put more tunes onto the iPod. I'm not sure when that will be because I quite fancy doing some more blog related work (song learning) while Louise is out on Tuesday afternoon again (I hope the neighbours stay quiet for that).
Actually, this past Friday I got the guitar out with the intention of blog work, but got carried away and wrote a new tune. I did have time after that to work out one of the songs from the Beaucoups of Blues album towards the next blog instalment.
Anyway, here I am at work on my next to last night shift before two days off, and I can't bloody wait. I am so tired lately, and need to catch up with some sleep. I've become such a lightweight haven't I. :(
I think it could be the fact that for I only bring decaf drinks to work with me now, which was something that I was certain was causing me trouble with getting to sleep. This was turning me into a not very nice person, and funnily enough I have been better since dropping the caffeine. We do have some special coffee in the kitchen that is caffeinated, but that is a rare luxury.
I hope that you are all okay, and have a good week ahead. Take care.
Sunday 22 October 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 26 days old)
Sunday, 14 October 2012
Catching up
Hey, how are you? I know that my blogs get less frequent, but the fact that it's a blog where I ramble on means that sometimes I really don't know what to ramble on about. Well, that isn't technically true I suppose, but I would probably just be going over old ground a lot if I wrote more frequently.
Let's do the old make it up as I go along thing and see where it takes us then.
As a catch-up, I am still without a car, but I am still working, boy am I working some. Work are giving me more hours because they want to "help" me to afford a new car, but I haven't the heart to tell them that there are other things that I need to sort out first, such as rent that is owed, and there's the Television Licence on the first of November (a great use of money that is for someone who isn't at home much to watch anything except for the DVD's that are sent to me by Lovefilm).
I do want to get a car, and I mean that wholeheartedly. However, I have to look at things in perspective and see that other things are more important. It is more important after all that I catch up on this rent, which in some ways I am happy about, because it is the only debt that I have with bills. Everything else is fine, as far as I know. Let me just use my grey cells a moment... Yes, that is it.
They are helping in another way by giving me shifts that are local, so there isn't much travel involved. That is a great thing, and in some ways I could really get used to it. I've grown tired of driving any distance really for work now, especially considering the amount of money that fuel is costing, and it only continues to keep rising. Also, the company I work for don't pay expenses anyway, so I wouldn't see anything back - I just get the same money working locally on 12 hour shifts as I would for somewhere that is 20 miles away, with nothing extra on top. Figure that one out for me if you can!
A really nice thing happened though on Saturday morning when I finishing my shift though, because the guy who was doing the following day shift turned up with a push bike for me that his son was going to just throw into the skip, and he said "I know someone that could do with a bike." Sure enough he was right. Other than a little one off riding of someone's bike at Chesterfield once, I hadn't been on a bicycle since I think pre-teenage if my memory serves me right.
The seat had apparently been lowered, and they had used a different bolting set-up on the seat since the original had somehow gone missing. I set off on it at quite a pace surprisingly, because the seat was far too high. So there's me with my bum hovering above the seat trying to avoid hurting, erm, myself. Every time I broke on the way home though I kept catching myself and having to jump off in a clumsy sort of manner because it was far too high for me.
I used it again that afternoon to get to my next shift somewhere else in Newark, having not gotten around to sorting the seat out. After that 16 hour night shift I cheekily got a lift home with the bike in the back, and took the bike indoors, where I left it in the hall. The neighbour was apparently none too pleased about this because he could be heard moaning and groaning about, I'm guessing due to the fact that it made it tricky to put his there. He could be heard saying "what gives them the right to put that ugly thing there?" The same right as him I think. I got three hours sleep, and when I was getting up I heard him and his girlfriend talking in the hallway saying "we could just put it outside because it's not worth shit." When I heard the door downstairs close, I popped downstairs and brought it up into the flat. While it was in the flat I sorted the seat out.
The journey to this shift therefore was more more comfortable, and I am now looking forward to two days off, although with a bit of irritation as I can't really go anywhere because I don't have a car, and I really shouldn't catch a train or bus anywhere, because money needs saving.
At least I will be getting a rest, which will be nice. I am hoping that the neighbours will be quiet on Tuesday afternoon while Louise is out, because I want to be able to get some work done on my other blog, as normally they are too noisy for me to be able to hear the songs that I need to learn.
Anyway, that seems like a nice place to leave things for now.
Thank you for reading, please take care.
October 15 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 19 days old).
Let's do the old make it up as I go along thing and see where it takes us then.
As a catch-up, I am still without a car, but I am still working, boy am I working some. Work are giving me more hours because they want to "help" me to afford a new car, but I haven't the heart to tell them that there are other things that I need to sort out first, such as rent that is owed, and there's the Television Licence on the first of November (a great use of money that is for someone who isn't at home much to watch anything except for the DVD's that are sent to me by Lovefilm).
I do want to get a car, and I mean that wholeheartedly. However, I have to look at things in perspective and see that other things are more important. It is more important after all that I catch up on this rent, which in some ways I am happy about, because it is the only debt that I have with bills. Everything else is fine, as far as I know. Let me just use my grey cells a moment... Yes, that is it.
They are helping in another way by giving me shifts that are local, so there isn't much travel involved. That is a great thing, and in some ways I could really get used to it. I've grown tired of driving any distance really for work now, especially considering the amount of money that fuel is costing, and it only continues to keep rising. Also, the company I work for don't pay expenses anyway, so I wouldn't see anything back - I just get the same money working locally on 12 hour shifts as I would for somewhere that is 20 miles away, with nothing extra on top. Figure that one out for me if you can!
A really nice thing happened though on Saturday morning when I finishing my shift though, because the guy who was doing the following day shift turned up with a push bike for me that his son was going to just throw into the skip, and he said "I know someone that could do with a bike." Sure enough he was right. Other than a little one off riding of someone's bike at Chesterfield once, I hadn't been on a bicycle since I think pre-teenage if my memory serves me right.
The seat had apparently been lowered, and they had used a different bolting set-up on the seat since the original had somehow gone missing. I set off on it at quite a pace surprisingly, because the seat was far too high. So there's me with my bum hovering above the seat trying to avoid hurting, erm, myself. Every time I broke on the way home though I kept catching myself and having to jump off in a clumsy sort of manner because it was far too high for me.
I used it again that afternoon to get to my next shift somewhere else in Newark, having not gotten around to sorting the seat out. After that 16 hour night shift I cheekily got a lift home with the bike in the back, and took the bike indoors, where I left it in the hall. The neighbour was apparently none too pleased about this because he could be heard moaning and groaning about, I'm guessing due to the fact that it made it tricky to put his there. He could be heard saying "what gives them the right to put that ugly thing there?" The same right as him I think. I got three hours sleep, and when I was getting up I heard him and his girlfriend talking in the hallway saying "we could just put it outside because it's not worth shit." When I heard the door downstairs close, I popped downstairs and brought it up into the flat. While it was in the flat I sorted the seat out.
The journey to this shift therefore was more more comfortable, and I am now looking forward to two days off, although with a bit of irritation as I can't really go anywhere because I don't have a car, and I really shouldn't catch a train or bus anywhere, because money needs saving.
At least I will be getting a rest, which will be nice. I am hoping that the neighbours will be quiet on Tuesday afternoon while Louise is out, because I want to be able to get some work done on my other blog, as normally they are too noisy for me to be able to hear the songs that I need to learn.
Anyway, that seems like a nice place to leave things for now.
Thank you for reading, please take care.
October 15 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 19 days old).
Sunday, 7 October 2012
50 Years Anniversary - The Beatles and James Bond
I hope you are all okay. I thought that I would just, on the hoof as per normal, write a blog about the fact that the other day was the fiftieth anniversary of the release of the single Love Me Do by The Beatles, as well as the release of the first James Bond film Dr No (not the first person to play James Bond by the way, by any stretch apparently).
I don't completely remember what the first actual song by The Beatles was that I heard, but both my mum and dad are fans, so I'm pretty sure that me and my older brothers had all heard their music from the off.
I do remember the compilation albums 1962-1966 (Red) and 1967-1970 (Blue) with great fondness, and they were fans of the members in their various "After-Beatles" exploits. Before I was even ten years old I had acquired the habit of looking at people's record collections whenever I went anywhere, just to see what it consisted of. I suppose I was mainly looking to see what Beatles-related gems they might have had, but was also interested in whatever else there might have been).
If truth be told I probably heard more music from the members' "After Beatles" projects, because my mum and dad had more of that, specifically Wings, which was Paul McCartney's seventies band (I was born in November of 1970). Whenever I did come to hear Beatles songs that I hadn't heard before though, it was magical (no pun intended). It took me many years to appreciate the brilliance of George Harrison's Indian influenced songs, but I did, and I think that Within You Without You absolutely stands out on Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (an album I didn't hear until I left school and bought it on tape for myself at Revolver Records in Mansfield along with Iron Maiden's Number of the Beast, and Queen's first album).
I carried on getting hold of as much of their music as I could. I was into their music big time, as I still am. I make no apologies for that.
James Bond is something else that has followed me throughout my life. I am not sure what the first Bond film I ever saw was, but I do know that the first Bond film I saw in the cinema was For Yours Only, which I think my brother Richard took me to see - I'm not completely sure about that though. I do think that it is one of the better Roger Moore Bond films though.
Since then I have seen every Bond film at the cinema, and I have actually seen every one, including the David Niven/Peter Sellers comedy Bond film Casino Royale, although only once and I remember nothing at all about it. Perhaps I should watch it again sometime.
Looking at it from a psychological point of view, how we are brought up does shape the people that we become. I have an appreciation for music and film through my formative years I believe, and a lot of that was my watching James Bond films and listening to the music of The Beatles.
To push more the idea that we are influenced by our formative years, I will quickly add that I am very much a fan of family films, and when I was younger it was something that we used to do a lot of - sit down and watch films and TV together. Luckily my sweetheart was brought up with family films as well. Unfortunately she wasn't brought up with science fiction or that many musicals, so my favourite film being Singin' In The Rain is sort of lost on her, but she has said recently that she will watch it with me one day because she has since seen clips on these programmes (100 greatest something or other), and that she liked what she saw on those. My mum is a fan of musicals, with her favourite film being a tie between The King & I and The Italian Job (the Michael Caine version, not Mark Wahlberg).
This may sound like a strange thing to say but I am proud and happy that I like The Beatles, and music in general. I'm proud to be a James Bond fan. I'm proud to be a science fiction fan. I am happy to say that at one time I could have maybe been called a Trekker, but unfortunately I have had to get rid of a lot of things that I had because of space, and the need for money in some cases. An awful thing to admit, but these things happen to people.
I wouldn't get rid of my main musical instruments though, that's for sure!
What can I say, I'm happy to enjoy these things because it gives me something that can take me away from the things around me. I may have a wallet that is so empty that Old Mother Hubbard could suggest that there is more in her cupboard, but while I am listening to music, watching films (and genre TV), and even reading books (not an anniversary for that I don't think), it can sort of push that to the side for a little while and let me feel like everything is okay.
Thank you for reading, please take care.
October 8 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 12 days old).
PS - I've just thought, what do I do about this blog when I reach fifty?
I don't completely remember what the first actual song by The Beatles was that I heard, but both my mum and dad are fans, so I'm pretty sure that me and my older brothers had all heard their music from the off.
I do remember the compilation albums 1962-1966 (Red) and 1967-1970 (Blue) with great fondness, and they were fans of the members in their various "After-Beatles" exploits. Before I was even ten years old I had acquired the habit of looking at people's record collections whenever I went anywhere, just to see what it consisted of. I suppose I was mainly looking to see what Beatles-related gems they might have had, but was also interested in whatever else there might have been).
If truth be told I probably heard more music from the members' "After Beatles" projects, because my mum and dad had more of that, specifically Wings, which was Paul McCartney's seventies band (I was born in November of 1970). Whenever I did come to hear Beatles songs that I hadn't heard before though, it was magical (no pun intended). It took me many years to appreciate the brilliance of George Harrison's Indian influenced songs, but I did, and I think that Within You Without You absolutely stands out on Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band (an album I didn't hear until I left school and bought it on tape for myself at Revolver Records in Mansfield along with Iron Maiden's Number of the Beast, and Queen's first album).
I carried on getting hold of as much of their music as I could. I was into their music big time, as I still am. I make no apologies for that.
Since then I have seen every Bond film at the cinema, and I have actually seen every one, including the David Niven/Peter Sellers comedy Bond film Casino Royale, although only once and I remember nothing at all about it. Perhaps I should watch it again sometime.
Looking at it from a psychological point of view, how we are brought up does shape the people that we become. I have an appreciation for music and film through my formative years I believe, and a lot of that was my watching James Bond films and listening to the music of The Beatles.
To push more the idea that we are influenced by our formative years, I will quickly add that I am very much a fan of family films, and when I was younger it was something that we used to do a lot of - sit down and watch films and TV together. Luckily my sweetheart was brought up with family films as well. Unfortunately she wasn't brought up with science fiction or that many musicals, so my favourite film being Singin' In The Rain is sort of lost on her, but she has said recently that she will watch it with me one day because she has since seen clips on these programmes (100 greatest something or other), and that she liked what she saw on those. My mum is a fan of musicals, with her favourite film being a tie between The King & I and The Italian Job (the Michael Caine version, not Mark Wahlberg).
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| Me and my older brothers (those PJ's must have been tasty) |
This may sound like a strange thing to say but I am proud and happy that I like The Beatles, and music in general. I'm proud to be a James Bond fan. I'm proud to be a science fiction fan. I am happy to say that at one time I could have maybe been called a Trekker, but unfortunately I have had to get rid of a lot of things that I had because of space, and the need for money in some cases. An awful thing to admit, but these things happen to people.
I wouldn't get rid of my main musical instruments though, that's for sure!
What can I say, I'm happy to enjoy these things because it gives me something that can take me away from the things around me. I may have a wallet that is so empty that Old Mother Hubbard could suggest that there is more in her cupboard, but while I am listening to music, watching films (and genre TV), and even reading books (not an anniversary for that I don't think), it can sort of push that to the side for a little while and let me feel like everything is okay.
Thank you for reading, please take care.
October 8 2012 (41 years, 10 months, and 12 days old).
PS - I've just thought, what do I do about this blog when I reach fifty?
Wednesday, 3 October 2012
Serious thoughts on a child abuser
I have read with a response that is a mix between shock and one of non-surprise at this information coming out now with regard to alleged acts of a sexual nature by ex-radio, television presenter, charity fund raiser and friend to the royal family, Sir Jimmy Saville.
My much better half Louise reminded me today that she had taken part in a charity fun run when she was but twelve years old, and this did bother me. She was the same age as some of Jimmy's alleged victims. Thankfully Louise wasn't one of those that he defiled and whose life was destroyed by him.
Now these people who worked for him and with him who have admitted to witnessing such acts have appalled me, because now he is dead, the man cannot be made to pay for the crimes. Why have they waited until now, and what would their reaction have been if it was their own juvenile children being sexually abused by this man?
Brushing things under the carpet; that's the way with a lot of these things in the entertainment world.
When I got to work this evening I found myself as usual when I relieve this specific person with his two newspapers on the table for me to peruse. I spent the first couple of hours doing just that, and both The Sun and Daily Mail have a lot to say on the subject.
In the Daily Mail, Sandra Parsons spoke of sexual predators having more likelihood to be someone who is admired and looked up to rather than the clichéd old man in a raincoat.
With my own experience, which I have spoken of in this blog before, I found this to be the case.
I will be honest and say that I did write in to try and get onto Jim'll Fix It as a kid, mainly because my auntie wanted to meet Kenneth Williams because of Wilo The Wisp, which was a programme that I saw very little of in truth, much preferring whatever was probably on ITV at the time (we only had three television channels back then). I did however think even then that there was something odd about a guy who was nearly sixty years old like he was back then sat like Santa Claus on a chair with a child on his knee, while he smoked enormous cigars and drink copious amounts of what looked like alcohol to me. I was too young at that time to work anything out, but I did think he was odd.
Anyway, that is getting away from the point altogether.
All of this just shows to me that things need to be done to protect children. It's right what Jane Moore said in The Sun that back then the word Paedophile wasn't known or used. But it is now, and we must do something to protect these lovely children against these disgusting, abusive, and mentally disabled people who would do such things.
They need all of the red tape that is now in place to become a teacher, or to have any job that brings people into contact with children on a one to one basis. In fact, why not start having school staff double up to ensure children's safety?
In the media, they need to make regulations where children are chaperoned at all times - ALL TIMES!!! Don't give these people a chance to do these things. Even with the law as it is now, people such as Saville will have got through the red tape because there was never a case brought against him to get his name onto the child sex offender's register, and he probably isn't the only one to have got away with it. Now that does scare me!
Thank you for reading. Take care.
My much better half Louise reminded me today that she had taken part in a charity fun run when she was but twelve years old, and this did bother me. She was the same age as some of Jimmy's alleged victims. Thankfully Louise wasn't one of those that he defiled and whose life was destroyed by him.
Now these people who worked for him and with him who have admitted to witnessing such acts have appalled me, because now he is dead, the man cannot be made to pay for the crimes. Why have they waited until now, and what would their reaction have been if it was their own juvenile children being sexually abused by this man?
Brushing things under the carpet; that's the way with a lot of these things in the entertainment world.
When I got to work this evening I found myself as usual when I relieve this specific person with his two newspapers on the table for me to peruse. I spent the first couple of hours doing just that, and both The Sun and Daily Mail have a lot to say on the subject.
In the Daily Mail, Sandra Parsons spoke of sexual predators having more likelihood to be someone who is admired and looked up to rather than the clichéd old man in a raincoat.
With my own experience, which I have spoken of in this blog before, I found this to be the case.
I will be honest and say that I did write in to try and get onto Jim'll Fix It as a kid, mainly because my auntie wanted to meet Kenneth Williams because of Wilo The Wisp, which was a programme that I saw very little of in truth, much preferring whatever was probably on ITV at the time (we only had three television channels back then). I did however think even then that there was something odd about a guy who was nearly sixty years old like he was back then sat like Santa Claus on a chair with a child on his knee, while he smoked enormous cigars and drink copious amounts of what looked like alcohol to me. I was too young at that time to work anything out, but I did think he was odd.
Anyway, that is getting away from the point altogether.
All of this just shows to me that things need to be done to protect children. It's right what Jane Moore said in The Sun that back then the word Paedophile wasn't known or used. But it is now, and we must do something to protect these lovely children against these disgusting, abusive, and mentally disabled people who would do such things.
They need all of the red tape that is now in place to become a teacher, or to have any job that brings people into contact with children on a one to one basis. In fact, why not start having school staff double up to ensure children's safety?
In the media, they need to make regulations where children are chaperoned at all times - ALL TIMES!!! Don't give these people a chance to do these things. Even with the law as it is now, people such as Saville will have got through the red tape because there was never a case brought against him to get his name onto the child sex offender's register, and he probably isn't the only one to have got away with it. Now that does scare me!
Thank you for reading. Take care.
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