PLEASE RETWEET: Blake’s 7: Exodus seems to have gone down well, so I’m thinking of doing more - next up a missing William Hartnell episode (in colour!) then another brand-new Blake’s 7 story. I love doing this, but it takes time, effort… and a lot of coffee ☕️ If you enjoyed Exodus and would like to see more, please consider buying me a coffee here: ko-fi.com/b7diary
No worries, if you can’t. I know times are tough. I’ll be sharing the content for all to see, but it will just take me a bit longer without the added motivation! 😂
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I can't believe it's nearly Christmas time already! 😱 A festive reminder that my art prints area available online, if you happen to have a Who fan in your life!
tinyurl.com/antlambprints
Started adding a few of my spare autographs onto my Vinted page
Lots of Big Finish and even some signed Big Finish sets still available too
vinted.co.uk/member/1103506…
(Please share with anyone who might be interested - it’ll help!)
Used to love Scooby Doo when I was young so I indulged in a little nostalgia with the original series and movies sets. Loved the live action versions from 2002 & 2004 so upgraded to BluRay on those too. Just need some Scooby snacks to settle down and enjoy them with!
Oh no, RIP Prunella Scales - what a legacy left behind. My 7yo was guffawing at Sybill Fawlty just the other day - and that incredible public affection is absolutely here to stay.
Suicide.
I'm choosing to be deliberately blunt and provocative in this post because it's necessary. Government, charities, football clubs are all pushing water up a hill in highlighting what is undoubtedly a major health crisis.
You take a rope.
You put it up in a garage or a tree nearby or far away.
You're thinking about every loved one you'll leave behind as you put that rope around your neck.
Then you drop.
Some are decapitated.
Some aren't.
All are found by someone who has a lifetime of trauma that will never leave them.
A son.
A daughter.
A brother.
A sister.
A mother.
A father.
I know 2 men who hung themselves.
One was found by his Mom.
One was found by his brother.
Neither have recovered fully. 20 and 30 years on.
A life sentence for people who were already worrying, terrified their loved one may do something.
So just visualise the above and ask, "is there another way"?
A segway for a moment.
I do a few Q&A's every year. Tales of yesterday with a 99% male audience of my age group.
After the stories and fun, my last question back to the audience is..
"Hands up if you struggle with a mental health issue".
Nobody ever puts a hand up. Despite 1 in every 3 of 500 attendees statistically struggling.
"Ah, nobody, that's fucking brilliant! Well I do! ". I then graphically tell people, stunned into silence about how a rope around my neck in the middle of nowhere jolted me to go home and cry like a baby to my Mom.
After the Q&A has finished, something always happens. I'll be chatting to a few guys, saying bye and one by one, men will come over and whisper " I struggle".
Or my mailbox the next day will have 30 emails from guys, their partners or kids saying " Dad/Uncle /Brother was there last night and what you said hit them hard".
And that's how some people realise that it's time to speak to a pal or family member or even rant to me in an email. It works, I often get a follow up email a year or 6 later saying that they took responsibility for their suicidal feelings and are now flying.
Humans are programmed to want to live, to have families and to keep the species growing and thriving. So for a human to want to short circuit that desire isn't normal, and it should never be spoken of as normal. It's the ultimate red flag.
If you suspect your mate, Dad, Brother, Uncle is struggling mentally, they deserve your intervention.
They deserve a " are you OK, please tell me what's up".
They deserve an opportunity to get past wanting to hang a rope over a tree or in a garage and slowly struggle until they die and you find them.
If you've been there and trust me I have plenty, then you'll know that text out of the blue, or a footie mate or one of your kids asking jow you are can open the curtains to some sunshine.
Because when suicide is your only answer, the room is already dark, and you can't see a way out.
So please, fucking pretty please, ask that husband, Dad, Uncle, Cousin, footie pal TODAY how they are.
You may be shocked what comes back but extremely glad that you asked.
For those who struggle, you're not alone.