NO more relationships with 'girls next door'!; - after TWO in the 'Priory Street Posse'!

Sunday 20 th July 2008. So. Typing today’s date just then
ended a whole yawning month of sheer writer’s block about
continuing this manuscript. Then all I did in mid June 2008, a
month earlier to today, in a brief burst of the only activity on
this manuscript in six months, was limited. I changed the title
from what it had been since December – the provocative and
raunchy attempt to inspire myself ‘My Escape from The Black
Art of SPYCHUNTITRICKERY’ – too many people had enjoyed
dropping the ‘h’ as I had fully expected! First I changed from
‘SPYCHUNTITRICKERY’ to ‘PSEXISTRICKERY’ – closer to
‘psychiatry’. Then I sat back and reflected that patients in that
black art hardly ever escape from it – they are on ‘bungee
ropes’ that keep dragging them back into the system! So I
settled for the title of ‘Always Rise Above The Black Art of
PSEXISTRICKERY’ which instead is in fact achievable if you fight
to keep your dignity while countless nurses – and other
patients – try to strip you of it! Finally also a month ago, after
drawing the vital cover picture, I added the title page, above,
to this new section.
Then my writer’s juices completely dried up, for this whole
month, until now, when my life has reached such a level of
stability, i.e. sheer unmitigated boredom, that I can face at
long last, keeping a written account of all this to a minimum,
and resume my diary for 2007-2008. This is to be greatly
shortened by the fact that I actually got so fed up with my
normal detailed hand-written diary for 2008 (and 2007)
describing such awful events – that on February 6 th , now in a
hospital in London – I threw these diaries in the bin! So it will
not be until the point where I started keeping detailed entries
again in a new hand-written diary, at the start of April 2008;
that my account below is in any way daily or detailed… In
many ways I am pleased about that fact. I can eliminate a
whole load of painful details and stick to the main things that
happened in one of the worst periods ever of my life...!
As well as choosing a very cheeky title for my manuscript as I
left it overleaf, of ‘How I Escaped from the Black Art of
SPYCHUNITRICKERY’ – hoping to achieve just that by psyching
myself up through that choice of title? – I only managed one
other inspiring piece of writing in hospital – at the same time.
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