The lie that cost a million pounds or thereabouts.

So it's taken a lot of thinking about where to actually start. I have a crazy story that may take up so much of my time I'd probably be better writing a book. So why didn't I? Well how many people are into MIS LIT? (misery literature to those who would want to ask. Sorry to those who know)How many people would even scan the pages of a poorly named book with a shit picture on the front that I have no control over? Not many, so why waste my bleedin time? Why blog? Well I know that people will 'happen across this just because it contains the million pounds line' this is what I want. People to see and read this and hopefully be as transfixed at the unreal nature of both content and the humans at the centre of this memory. The IRONY IS, I'm not making this up, a million pounds is EXACTLY what this is about. This is a factual blog (based on more than my opinion may i add!) with a few name changes to protect JUST the innocent. I DONT GIVE TWO FLYING FUCKING MONKEYS BOLLOX ABOUT THE LIARS IN THIS STORY. So.... A million pounds I hear you say......get on with it........that's just the point...I'm not sure how...so I'll start like any other person would with an event. A minor event that lead to a catastrophic lie, leading to the loss of everything that two people owned. Let's call the main character in this...Jane. Jane wanted to be noticed, or loved, or hated, or admired, or famous, or none of the above and all at the same time. You be the judge of that. Well Jane's boyfriend whom I will call James wanted the same. So one afternoon in a sunny miners town they were approached by a no win no fee claims salesperson. "Hello, have you had any accidents sir/madam?" after a long 30 seconds they decided that James would try to put a claim in. No such luck. So....Jane had a wonderful idea she would put a claim in. After a deliberation by the salesperson and presumably the solicitor involved the claim was....filed in the bin. However the twist in the tale 'starts' here. The minor incident... Jane came home to tell her mummy and daddy that she was to be seen by a solicitor who would investigate this "accident she had previously had at work" She spoke of the solicitors confidence in her story and they were certain she had a case. So the scene was set. Jane had worked in a care home for the elderly. It was a long lived career spanning..months. She had been on the sick and sometime after this lost her job. Quite when these two particulars overlapped each other is something that I had no interest in. She was in a job that I and a few other close people helped take her to as it was a bus ride away in the next big town. This meant it took a long time to get there. I and those people fleetingly mentioned all had cars and could drive. Wasn't that convenient? Anyway I digress. She then 'didn't have a job'. So as I was saying; Jane's mummy and daddy were told that there was a pending claim. Jane had insisted that she was an adult and could attend the meetings with the solicitor on her own. This was accepted. This in itself is quite a small and deliberate point as Jane's daddy liked to control what his children did through a disciplinarian and authoritative attitude. He usually knew best (regardless of what his wife, children or other people actually thought or were capable of). So off Jane went to meet her solicitor. One of these meetings was supposedly taking place outside of Jane's house in the solicitors car. Now please tell me if I am wrong but solicitors don't usually do this? Do they? Or is that another type of soliciting? (pun completely intended there!) so the story goes, the solicitor did this with all his/her clients as they were very very busy. Anyway the next little bit of information that's maybe important to those of you who are not taking notes is Jane came and told her mummy and daddy that she was in line to receive approximately £150,000 for a back injury. I did say that she had walked into town didn't I? Just checking. And so tonight I am going to leave you hanging there. I'm tired and I have a family to look after. I can't be spending too much of my family time blogging about something that will take more than just a few blogs to explain. A lot more than just a few blog posts.

Starter for ten

Welcome to my world. This is a topsy turvy world where there is no need for adrenaline rides and rushes, they are all provided free. I'm sure we have all had 'days like this' some just last longer than others. 30+ to be exact. Some days I think I'm perfectly sane and rational, then I look back at my experiences and wish I was fucking mad, it would be easier to cope. Make no bones about that! Some of my stories will involve people I know and cared about, and others will just be about people I hate. Passionately. In time and through some blogs you may come to understand this, perhaps not. I don't actually care. I used to, just not anymore. That was always my problem... From time to time I may use jargon on the world of psychology and therapy and I make no apologies for that. If you have a problem understanding it, ask. That was always my second problem. I never asked the right questions, nor at the right time. This whole blog experience will be a learning curve for me and hopefully some of you will get to understand this too. Till next time, Pip pip.