Website Of The...

Millennium. Not least because it mentions Little Modest Old Me: http://www.lifecraft.org.uk/

Spin off site: http://www.lifecraft.org.uk/movingart/movart.htm

although I'm not sure I like the implication that the art created by its participants is engendered primarily by their mental health problems. Madness = genius is a tired old Cliché in my oh so very humble opinion. I am also disturbed by the 'psychological ghetto' this mindset almost invariably leads to. No one should be defined solely by their illness and this includes the mentally ill.

By the way PC Copperfield, none of them eat newspapers. Credit where credit is due though in the chapter entitled 'Proper Crackers' he did portray the issue of mental illness in both a compassionate and empathetic way. He wrote the following about a man suffering from a severe mental illness:

'Imagine thinking your family is at terrible risk and no one believing you. Just because they weren't didn't make Bill's agonies and fears any more bearable' (Wasting Police Time, p. 219)

With these words PC Copperfield displays more empathy than many psychiatric nurses manage to conjure up in a lifetime.

Oh Dear

Page 171:

'I always know I'm in a council property because:

a) They have a kind of fuggy, overpowering warmth that you only get if you're not paying the heating bill; and
b) there's always a massive plasma TV in the corner of the room with SKY+ always on'

Of course, it's a well known fact that all council tenants are clones of one another and so are their houses, unlike the sophisticated middle Englanders PC Copperfield seems to identify with and respect. A full review of PC Copperfield's (PC? Haven't you made it to sergeant yet?) little effort will grace these pages soon.

Verdict so far: Theodore Dalrymple without the extensive vocabulary.

Software of the Week: Artrage.

Online To Do list of the Week: Remember the Milk

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Breaking News: BellaCat is unwell. The vet will make a home visiit tomorrow. I dread losing her - she is 17. Old for a cat but too young for me. And still no news about my father only that he is in a hospital bed hooked up to tubes having lost a quarter of his body weight. He is 62. Still young in the eyes of many. Something or someone has unleashed the fury of a tropical storm.

I feel compelled to add that this cast is not listed in order of importance but rather in order of appearance.