No Dignity

Colonel Camulos

I went into Colchester Town Centre a few days ago, a typical family activity you may think, with my task being to purchase shoes for when the kids return to school in September.

We perused the usual outlets when my son became upset and agitated which is usually a sign that his personal hygiene needs have to be seen too.

I hate it when this happens in town, but have to suck it up and change him on the floor of a public toilet.

The first place we visited was Lion Walk disabled toilet, on the approach we noticed the outside was wet as I peered inside, the sink had been stuffed with tissues, and someone had run the tap flooding the floor. I cannot change my son there.

A bright idea was then to go to Three Wise Monkeys, as I remembered that they have a disabled toilet. However…

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Colonel Camulos

A couple of month’s ago my employers had the temerity to make me redundant. They were obviously unappreciative of all the magic that was created by my sheer presence.

Instead, they decided to go down the path to rack and ruin without their A+ prime time player.

A few months have passed, and my delusions of grandeur have subsided only mildly, I have found myself having to go through the indignity of signing on.

A temporary glitch in the Matrix indeed, and after the usual bureaucratic faff, I’m sat in front of Mr Smith himself.

I made the effort to look fresh as f**k, along with cravat and gloriously camp oversized pocket hanky; my aim was to impress this gentleman.

Naturally, after dining with Dukes and Maharaja’s this experience was far from Supercalifragilistic.

My pittance was assigned to me, which was designed to ‘help’ me find work. Even though it…

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Soup! Colchester, That is: ColchesterSoup

Erin Summers Norman

Hello all!! I am writing this blog on my phone, such is my dedication to both blogging and the subject at hand today. Forgive me for any errors, I am used to writing on a keyboard, and to me, part of the writing process is moving about and handling the keyboard much like playing the piano. I have to try a little harder on my phone, as good as it is.

Yesterday, Karen from ColchesterSoup reminded me that it’s been some time since I’ve blogged. Ever the inspiring friend, she often helps me remember what I’d like to do. And I’d like to explain the dedication at the beginning of The Lemay Leveller to ColchesterSoup.

First an explanation for those not in the know: Karen brought @ColchesterSoup to our community. It is a concept tried and tested in Detroit. The idea is simple, if my long winded explanation may be…

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Blog:Charlie Palmer

Colonel Camulos

Everyone seems to be a euro expert these days so here’s my 2 penny worth. I won’t be responding or debating, it’s too divisive an issue and I’m as firmly entrenched in my beliefs as my friends who disagree.

The Leave campaigns triple pronged pledges were as follows:
Freeing up 350m pounds weekly for the NHS
A reduction in immigration
Taking ‘our country back’

Within hours of the final vote being counted on Friday 24th June, the first two were dismissed. Farage appeared drunk on GMTV saying the 350m pledge was, in fact, a mistake and was quick to distance himself from it. All the while smiling like a dog trying to shit out a grapefruit.

Then it was Daniel Hannan’s turn. Having engineered a movement of anti-immigration hatred, he announced that, in fact, there was likely to be free movement in with the EU in any trade treaty, hence…

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This F***ing Referendum


I have thought long and hard to come to my decision on how to vote tomorrow.


These are the words trotted out, and I have researched and fact-checked…

But, in reality it is a no-brainer for me.

Just as in The States, a deeply divisive and sexist man has been allowed to dictate the nature of the debate.

We shouldn’t be in this place.


A wise person once said “Never make a decision when you’re angry, because when you’re angry you’re an idiot version of yourself.”

I would say that, as a nation, we’re pretty angry right now.

And that is why I’m voting for REMAIN.

Please consider your votes with care and see you on the other side. I’m off for a ‘sabbatical’ to study feminism, so I’m going to be a bit more quiet for a while. 


The Colcestrian 💗

Sexism & Europe: Why I’ve been quiet of late

portrait-of-little-girl-crying-and-sobbing_vj8jawaqf__s0000I’ve been very quiet on the Twitter since the recent Colchester elections.  To be honest, they burned me out.  I got so drawn in that I lost focus on actual human thoughts and was found babbling about Greenstead Ward in the lean-to, hovering over litter trays.

My regular life, outside of doing Colcestrian stuff, is quite complicated and of course includes everything that matters more to me than local or national politics.  I have a family who rely upon me and despite being very socially-involved themselves (even the 9yo boy) still suffered politics-itis over the month I was churning out Q&As with the Council Candidates.

It was a very worthwhile event, and though I won’t say it was responsible for changing the face of local politics, it engaged a lot of people and became a topic of conversation in itself.  It surprised me.

But now, I am burnt out.  I’m still subjecting myself to politics, but I’m not having to battle getting some sleep with pushing the next blog out.  In fact, there’s the rub in a way… I don’t want to blog, and there are two reasons.  These two reasons are more linked than at first they appear, and you saw them in the title above.

1 – Sexism.  Twitter is dominated by men.  In that sense, it does of course reflect the rest of the known universe. I’ve seen women on it.  Therefore I know they exist in the Twittersphere, but boy is it a different experience for them??!!

2 – Europe.  The EU Referendum is driving me into a rage.  I knew it would be bad, but my oh my, this is beyond bad into the realms of badddddddddd.  That’s 10 ‘d’s and something Michael Jackson would have been proud of.  But The King of Pop would be shaking his fascinating head in bewilderment at what we’ve got ourselves caught up in if he were with us still.




I am going to blog.  I’m going to put out one little thing.  I think.

So, see you soon!


The Colcestrian