O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
Monday 31 August 2015
ODE "TO A LOUSE"
I just could not resist reprinting this post from Machiavelli, fitched from another Blog. Is this really me, or do I not know myself as well as others? Shakespeare had the answer.
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
Saturday 29 August 2015
NO APOLOGIES
For today I am going to devote the whole post to printing a posting from the Blog of Mr Creamer, where he is complaining about his ill treatment from the Police and Authority over 4 decades.
I would apologise to Mr Creamer for my part in the present predicament he is in, but as folk who know me know, it is not in my make up to apologise for anything. Here we go then:
I would apologise to Mr Creamer for my part in the present predicament he is in, but as folk who know me know, it is not in my make up to apologise for anything. Here we go then:
The Poison Pen Blog Gang Part 3
Just to let you know, Dylan Moore, Nigel ‘7 bellies’ Roberts’ solicitor, from David Jones’ practice and a contributor towards the Thoughts of Oscar blog was secretly recorded, in this recording you will hear Dylan Moore talking about his own client (Dylan Moore has since been reported to the law society), saying that Nigel ‘7 bellies’ passed information on to North Wales Police.
Who would want a solicitor like that, who would throw you to the wolves?
Maybe that’s why Superintendent Simon Humphreys looked after ‘7 bellies’?
Ken Finch, Director of Conwy County Borough Council and every Councillor must be livid with North Wales Police, I remember talking to Councillor/JP Graham Rees and him telling me they had been to the police, asking them who ‘Thoughts of Oscar’ was?
They were told the same, “we don’t know who it is”….LIARS!!!
Members of the public, just think of how much Council Tax goes towards the police and also the tax payers money and then when the local authority ask for help off the police, they got told bare faced lies, every Councillor, members of staff were slagged off on the poison pen blog and MP’s were also slagged off, apart from one, guess who!??
The only MP who wasn’t slagged off was David Jones, who fiddled his expenses, because he, Dylan Moore and ‘7 bellies’ were all behind the evil blog.
Why did North Wales Police protect this site?
They are all running scared and want to leave town now. Nigel wants out, rumour has it David Jones is getting ill with it and Dylan Moore can’t cope, no doubt Simon Humphreys will be told to retire with his pension.
We’ll deal with Ruby and Janet Finch Saunders again.
I think the Chief Constable of North Wales Police needs to address this major issue and apologizese to the council for letting them down, lying to them, lying to members of the public.
North Wales Police used that poisonous site to help convict me.
I would also like to know from the Chief Constable, how they came up with a trumped up charge of mortgage fraud when there was no complainee and nobody suffered any loss?
Apologize please Chief Constable, I’m not stopping until I get answers.
How come David Jones fiddled his expenses of over £80,000, paid it back and doesn’t get prosecuted??
I couldn’t pay anybody back because I didn’t owe anybody any money!!!
Friday 28 August 2015
SECOND TIME LUCKY
Those who have been trying to get on the Blog in the last couple of days may have thought that this one had been closed down like the first one. Sorry to disappoint everyone it was just silly me clicking on the wrong setting. Thought that like my other Blog, I would just limit readership to those who I personally wanted to see it, but someone persuaded me to leave it as "open readership" so that everyone can read the drivel, and I forgot to reset it.
One little bit of news is that a local Police Inspector's Son, found himself in a bit of bother with the Law having been found in possession of illegal drugs. As I know the Inspector personally I wont give names or other details. And, no, he did not get the drugs from me. I do not deal in drugs.
One little bit of news is that a local Police Inspector's Son, found himself in a bit of bother with the Law having been found in possession of illegal drugs. As I know the Inspector personally I wont give names or other details. And, no, he did not get the drugs from me. I do not deal in drugs.
Wednesday 26 August 2015
THE JEWEL IN THE CROWN
Today it is Ruby who will be getting all the accolades as without her the Blog would have been totally lost in a time warp.
Ruby had spent a major part of her life in Journalism and with the help of one or a few contacts with local journalists and media was able to feed me information, not OFF the press but that had not even got so far as being typeset! The Blog was the place to go for much advance information that Ruby was able to glean from friends and relatives. It was passed to me and I could get it onto the Blog immediately. With the local rag only being produced on a Thursday the Blog was the place to go for current news. Little did the informers know that they were assisting in the ultimate demise of their own paper. Ruby and I would be regularly in touch whether she was in Liverpool or at home and we also had the occasional meal together, especially when there was some really exciting news. Ruby was also not averse to producing the odd snippet of information about different people that I was able to make use of in my relentless attacks. She had plenty of contacts, and not all in high places.
If Ruby had one fault it was her apparent interest in alcohol, but having been there myself, I quite understood her dilema. I will always be grateful to Ruby as without her input the Blog would never have achieved the reputation it did.
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Ruby had spent a major part of her life in Journalism and with the help of one or a few contacts with local journalists and media was able to feed me information, not OFF the press but that had not even got so far as being typeset! The Blog was the place to go for much advance information that Ruby was able to glean from friends and relatives. It was passed to me and I could get it onto the Blog immediately. With the local rag only being produced on a Thursday the Blog was the place to go for current news. Little did the informers know that they were assisting in the ultimate demise of their own paper. Ruby and I would be regularly in touch whether she was in Liverpool or at home and we also had the occasional meal together, especially when there was some really exciting news. Ruby was also not averse to producing the odd snippet of information about different people that I was able to make use of in my relentless attacks. She had plenty of contacts, and not all in high places.
If Ruby had one fault it was her apparent interest in alcohol, but having been there myself, I quite understood her dilema. I will always be grateful to Ruby as without her input the Blog would never have achieved the reputation it did.
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Monday 24 August 2015
OVERSEAS AID
Many of us, and especially me, are very critical of the amount the British Government give out in Overseas Aid. Occasionally we do feel the benefit in this part of the World. I have had my share of overseas aid over the past 7or 8 years from a Trojan like individual in the US of A. Trojan simple definition:
"A destructive program that masquerades as a benign application. Unlike viruses, Trojan horses do not replicate themselves but they can be just as destructive."
He posed as a hard man and was not averse to making threats, or offering to settle diagreements with fisticuffs. There are the true accounts of his youthful activities as a Football Supporter but as that information is available elsewhere and it is up to you to believe it or not.
That describes my pal to a T. Destructive, masquerading, a real devil on the keyboard able to rig a plausible story from pictures, articles and data gleaned from all quarters of the Internet. He was a real pain in the backside to many of those I wanted to upset and he did a great job for me. He backed this up by posts on local Forums, as if to reinforce and make plausible the concocted tales he dreamt up. We used to partake of a decent steak together when I flew over the pond on my holidays and also share a pint or two when he was in Wales.
He seems to have disappeared from the Forum scene but no doubt like me, he will be back.
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"A destructive program that masquerades as a benign application. Unlike viruses, Trojan horses do not replicate themselves but they can be just as destructive."
He posed as a hard man and was not averse to making threats, or offering to settle diagreements with fisticuffs. There are the true accounts of his youthful activities as a Football Supporter but as that information is available elsewhere and it is up to you to believe it or not.
That describes my pal to a T. Destructive, masquerading, a real devil on the keyboard able to rig a plausible story from pictures, articles and data gleaned from all quarters of the Internet. He was a real pain in the backside to many of those I wanted to upset and he did a great job for me. He backed this up by posts on local Forums, as if to reinforce and make plausible the concocted tales he dreamt up. We used to partake of a decent steak together when I flew over the pond on my holidays and also share a pint or two when he was in Wales.
He seems to have disappeared from the Forum scene but no doubt like me, he will be back.
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Sunday 23 August 2015
CATERING TO MY NEEDS
Today I will devote my efforts to Chris who has given me so much held from inside the bastions of power. Were Oscar still here he would also bark his appreciation.
Have you ever had one of those times when you knew that a little inside knowledge or "someone on the inside" could help to get a stumbling block smoothed out? Such was my problem until I secured the assistance of Chris, an insider at Bodlondeb who kept me informed regarding a planning application for a certain local property, I bet you can guess which one, especially if you watched the media at the time. Fortunately it is all over and done now, but without that considerable bit of help from my friend Chris it could have been a different story.
I drew great comfort from his help and also from another Chris who was a great supporter of the Blog and gave untold help with all things of a political nature. Especially when things got a bit hot with the accusations made against a local Tory MP. He drew lots of information from his background in politics and close connections with the Administrators of the Law. There is actually a third Chris but I shall leave him to continue pounding the street with his Sherlock Holmes magnifying glass trying to solve the latest case of who pissed in Poynton's porch.
I think at this time it would be as well to mention that all those to whom I refer, were not just active on the Blog, but they also had very active Twitter accounts, as indeed, did I. Through these we were all able to continue our important business of putting the World and local problems right. When the Blog finally closed in September 2014, it actually did not close at all, but was kept open just for those we personally allowed to be members of the inner chamber. Twitter accounts were opened and closed with gay abandon and everyone was hard pressed to keep up with our nefarious antics. Hi-de-hi!
Next time A Trojan Horse.
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Have you ever had one of those times when you knew that a little inside knowledge or "someone on the inside" could help to get a stumbling block smoothed out? Such was my problem until I secured the assistance of Chris, an insider at Bodlondeb who kept me informed regarding a planning application for a certain local property, I bet you can guess which one, especially if you watched the media at the time. Fortunately it is all over and done now, but without that considerable bit of help from my friend Chris it could have been a different story.
I drew great comfort from his help and also from another Chris who was a great supporter of the Blog and gave untold help with all things of a political nature. Especially when things got a bit hot with the accusations made against a local Tory MP. He drew lots of information from his background in politics and close connections with the Administrators of the Law. There is actually a third Chris but I shall leave him to continue pounding the street with his Sherlock Holmes magnifying glass trying to solve the latest case of who pissed in Poynton's porch.
I think at this time it would be as well to mention that all those to whom I refer, were not just active on the Blog, but they also had very active Twitter accounts, as indeed, did I. Through these we were all able to continue our important business of putting the World and local problems right. When the Blog finally closed in September 2014, it actually did not close at all, but was kept open just for those we personally allowed to be members of the inner chamber. Twitter accounts were opened and closed with gay abandon and everyone was hard pressed to keep up with our nefarious antics. Hi-de-hi!
Next time A Trojan Horse.
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Saturday 22 August 2015
SHOP WITH GOOD I.T. FACILITIES
Would ideally suit active Internet Troll. Prime position adjacent to taxi rank, beer parlour and cafe. I suppose I should mention that it is also next to a select road in the town and susceptible to having windows broken and drunks urinating in shop doorway. The cones are optional. Well protected with regular visits from the local Constabulary. Please note my subtle link to Freemasonry - "square feet".
Friday 21 August 2015
THE MOON IS A BALLOON
So today I will give a hearty welcome and ask you to raise a cheer for Jonathan to these pages for a cautionary tale. Now here was a prank of mine involving Jonathan that almost misfired.
I wanted to have a good old go at a local Taxi Driver as I had already with his wife and children, but did not want him to get any idea of who was the author. Being a bit of a clever arse, I picked up the photograph and hashtag, or pseudonym, of a local ex Councillor and well known contributor to the local multi town Forum and made my postings under that cloak of anonymity. This was done on the Twitter site just to confuse my victim even further. and was extremely successful with a great exchange of mutual hate. That is until the person I was impersonating was informed and in no time at all, had the account closed through Twitter.
Having seen my posts and the replies, but maybe not realising the author was me, our hearty fellow Jonathan contacted the victim. Quite proudly Jonathan informed the family that he knew who the person levelling insults was and where he lived, and would gladly go along and "sort" him out" for them, presumably free of charge. Fortunately for Jonathan, his offer was refused as he may well have found, rather than dishing it out, he himself could have been on the receiving end of a bloody good hiding from someone very experienced in physical combat. A bit of a close shave for both of us it would seem.
Since that episode I have still had my fun with said taxi driver, and have continued to do so even though the old Thoughtsofoscar Blog has closed down. Let's be honest there is just no way of stopping me! They keep trying but will never succeed.
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I wanted to have a good old go at a local Taxi Driver as I had already with his wife and children, but did not want him to get any idea of who was the author. Being a bit of a clever arse, I picked up the photograph and hashtag, or pseudonym, of a local ex Councillor and well known contributor to the local multi town Forum and made my postings under that cloak of anonymity. This was done on the Twitter site just to confuse my victim even further. and was extremely successful with a great exchange of mutual hate. That is until the person I was impersonating was informed and in no time at all, had the account closed through Twitter.
Having seen my posts and the replies, but maybe not realising the author was me, our hearty fellow Jonathan contacted the victim. Quite proudly Jonathan informed the family that he knew who the person levelling insults was and where he lived, and would gladly go along and "sort" him out" for them, presumably free of charge. Fortunately for Jonathan, his offer was refused as he may well have found, rather than dishing it out, he himself could have been on the receiving end of a bloody good hiding from someone very experienced in physical combat. A bit of a close shave for both of us it would seem.
Since that episode I have still had my fun with said taxi driver, and have continued to do so even though the old Thoughtsofoscar Blog has closed down. Let's be honest there is just no way of stopping me! They keep trying but will never succeed.
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Tuesday 18 August 2015
NAMES, NAMES AND MORE NAMES
Now the morning rush is over and both of them have their newspaper and fags, I'll get started. The first one at the starting gate must be David, although here I must mention that there are two Dave's. One is a would be high flier in the political World, who suffered a mid air collision with his Boss and got permanently grounded, and the other a chap who shows me how to hold a camera and point it in the right direction. Reminds me, must get myself a "Selfie" stick, that will save having to constantly ask passers by to take a picture of me, for me.
And then there was Dylan. He didn't have much to do with the Blog but would give me useful advice to keep just one step ahead of the law, not that such an advantage was necessary, as they were, and still are, regular visitors to the premises. Its amazing what little bits of info from this corner of the Town help them to deliver minor criminals to the justice system. The Grass is always greener etc. Dylan and I are not connected in any other way, he already has an active partner, and despite my lacking in the bedroom stakes I have no desire to be relabelled.
Still to come, Chris x 2, Barry, Ruby, Ian x 2, Steve x 2, Jonathan, Super ?, Inspector ?, Sergeant ?, PC ???, a few Freemasons and some local "celebrities". If you haven't been mentioned yet, don't worry all good things come to them that patiently wait.
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David one and I go back a long way. He gave me great help doing the Blog and made some revealing points about various people and helped me to stay within the law. Or should I say, with the law, because he gave me lots of introductions and if it were not for the uniform, I could be part of the squad. David certainly dug up stuff from the past and it seems that he had access to records that other posters just couldn't reach. The secrets we were able to put on the Blog really upset folk. Even a Judge who demanded we stop until a certain trial was concluded. Not only were we bosom pals (subtle freemasonry link there) but we also spent hours following one of my well know past-times, filling my fat face with food. David always kept me in the picture and even confided in me about his exploits in the Big City when he was away from home. Some of it would make your hair curl, the grubby stuff, not so. And friends a plenty, both male and female.
The other David, is not such a high flier, much prefering to keep his feet firmly on the ground, dabble in his Stocks and Shares and run his silly little multi town Forum. We have the occasional pint together and he often makes a small contribution to the Blog, whichever one I have on the go at the time.
And then there was Dylan. He didn't have much to do with the Blog but would give me useful advice to keep just one step ahead of the law, not that such an advantage was necessary, as they were, and still are, regular visitors to the premises. Its amazing what little bits of info from this corner of the Town help them to deliver minor criminals to the justice system. The Grass is always greener etc. Dylan and I are not connected in any other way, he already has an active partner, and despite my lacking in the bedroom stakes I have no desire to be relabelled.
Still to come, Chris x 2, Barry, Ruby, Ian x 2, Steve x 2, Jonathan, Super ?, Inspector ?, Sergeant ?, PC ???, a few Freemasons and some local "celebrities". If you haven't been mentioned yet, don't worry all good things come to them that patiently wait.
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Monday 17 August 2015
LAZY BONES
Been a very quiet day today but very busy. I should have said extrememly but I can't spell it. I must say I have enjoyed the sunshine and I have had a good time outside the shop chatting to everybody. As usual I have been wearing my sun goggles on the top of my head to save my brains being scortched. Just cant afford for the old brain box to suffer any damage as there isn't much there anyway. This probably accounts for all the tripe I write. You wouldnt think I had a good education at a local and very expensive private school, would you? The bright kids went to Rydal, I wasnt so fortunate but my Dad must have thought it was worth it. Just a good job I had my career path all worked out for me and have a secure future without having to put in much effort. I love playing with dolls, especially since I stopped wearing dresses when I was 11. This is my main past time apart from eating. Nearly added, and drinking, but dont do as much of that as I once did.
Well thats enough drivel for today, tomorrow I intend getting back on course and will be talking and naming all my pals in the Constabulary, plus a few other influential people. No surprises for some people but plenty for those I name!
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Well thats enough drivel for today, tomorrow I intend getting back on course and will be talking and naming all my pals in the Constabulary, plus a few other influential people. No surprises for some people but plenty for those I name!
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Sunday 16 August 2015
SUPPORT IN WESTMINSTER
Overheard at a recent celebration Party in Llandudno about my good pal Dave. A young lady mentioned that she "worked for David" in Westminster. When asked how the revelations of his being involved with the Thoughtsofoscar Blog had affected him, she informed all within earshot that it was all a load of rubbish and he wasn't guilty of doing anything with the Blog. Wonder what services, other than defending his honour, this young lady provides for David at the House?
Ooooopsa daisy!
Its amazing what people say when they've had a couple.
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Ooooopsa daisy!
Its amazing what people say when they've had a couple.
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Saturday 15 August 2015
WHO IS TO BE TODAYS VICTIM
Having had a go at everyone else in the area, I can only think that from now on I must select my targets from those who helped with the original Blog. They have been spared to ignomy of being named and humiliated as being the Author of Thoughtsofoscar, although they all were part of the action.
They must be sh*****g themselves knowing that I will be publishing stuff about them. Stuff that they have passed to me in confidence and thought would never be divulged on the Internet. What secrets do each of them hold that will now become public knowledge? The mind boggles! I'll let them sweat for a while. Who will be first?
They must be sh*****g themselves knowing that I will be publishing stuff about them. Stuff that they have passed to me in confidence and thought would never be divulged on the Internet. What secrets do each of them hold that will now become public knowledge? The mind boggles! I'll let them sweat for a while. Who will be first?
MEMORIES ARE MADE OF THIS
Do you remember September, 2014 when because of pressures that piled up, the old blog Thoughtsofoscar was forceably closed, some thought for ever. Ruby, David, Chris, Ian, Steve and a few others, gave the thumbs up to continue, and actively participated in all the new ventures of this intrepid Media Mogul.
Do you remember this posting? The "Closed Sign" went up, but like the Windmill Theatre in London's Soho during the War, we never really closed! The Windmill was run by a lovely lady known as Sheila Van Damm, a daring adventurer. Thoughts of Oscar, a much seedier enterprise, was run by someone who just didn't give a damn! And still doesn't to this day.
Do you remember this posting? The "Closed Sign" went up, but like the Windmill Theatre in London's Soho during the War, we never really closed! The Windmill was run by a lovely lady known as Sheila Van Damm, a daring adventurer. Thoughts of Oscar, a much seedier enterprise, was run by someone who just didn't give a damn! And still doesn't to this day.
The CLOSED SIGN
A FEW OF THE WINDMILL GIRLS
Friday 14 August 2015
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What I cannot understand is why his Wife, Friends (if he has any), Professional Advisors and other people who were witnessing his exploits and the affects on other people's lives did not caution him as to where his activities could lead. Amongst those “in his circle” were MPs, Lawyers, Bankers, Accountants, and other professional and business people, not least of all those who led him into Freemasonry and pledged to “guide him through life's pathway”. Those who “stood by the wayside” must consider themselves just as culpable as the main protagonist himself, for all the harm that has been done to the victims of “Oscar”.
Perhaps his obsession is a result of having no children and that he has been shielded from life in this big wide World by being brought up virtually within the invisible walls of this town of Llandudno. Perhaps he was rejected as a child or through his childhood, or maybe provided with a living for life without having to experience the ups and downs of forging his own way to success. A gift of businesses and a property portfolio certainly helps to sweeten ones position and future.
Maybe he has been driven off course by too many early mornings holding conversations with an army of Beanie Babies!
I believe that his continuing antics with obnoxious Blogs, Twitter and the like has grown into an unhealthy obsession and that there is a desperate need for professional help. Previous visits to the Priory seem to have done little to provide an effective cure. Another sanctuary must be sought for the benefit of local citizens.
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