I wish that 2007 never happened, for me.

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I wish that I would have gone back to the 60s, instead of becomming a Punker, or getting into crafts. My crafts were my way of escaping my past, and I was still that punk that nobody wanted to know, or talk to. My crafts were my way of running away from my past, and I've done far too many of them, as a way of running away from the pain. I should have never became angry in the fisrt place, back in the January of 2007. I wish that I would have kept loving the 60s, instead. I will have to deal with that part of my life. The time in my life, when my only hope for myself, was to be a dirty, vile Punk Rocker. I've forgiven that guy, a long time, ago. I need to forgive myself. I wish that I would have never turned against all of the things that I stood for, my entire life, back in 2007, such as the 1960s, The British Invasion, The Kinks and The Beatles, Swinging London and everything else of that calabre that I stand for. I wish that I would have forgiven that guy and went on with my life, right than and there. 2007 was the year that my only hope, was to be a human version of Sid from Flushed Away, with all the bad manners and hygene. Maureen at the clubhuose tried to talk some sense into me. I wouldn't buy that. I just wanted to rebel against everything about mainstream society. I wish that it never happened. I really wish that it never happened. I'm being myself, now. I'm sure that you know the real me, now just by 70% of the videos that I post, in the Random Discussion section. That's a good thing, and I wish that it would have started up again, this time, two years ago. I didn't take the advice, because it was given to me, by the very person who made me hate and turn against mainstream society, with a punkish attitude, which was of my own doing, in the end. I'm a little sad that it happened, but I'm happy to be back to being the old, fun CockneyRebel again, at the same time.

There is always time to change.

The 60's weren't a bed of roses if you had a disability such as a learning disability or autism you could have been deported to a concentration camp. Asperger syndrome was not even in the vocabulary of the English speaker. Down syndrome was termed mongolism even by professionals and they were castrated to to prevent them from giving birth. The special education system was not fit for a dog. If you were unlucky enough to be in it then you would leave school with no qualifications. The result was no job at the end. Since I was born in 1966 and I went to a special needs nursery school at 3 years old. It did not do me much good at all and I was treated like I had AIDS or cancer from the advice of a stupid doctor who should really have known better than telling my mum I had brain damage through whooping cough vaccine when in fact I had Asperger syndrome. People jut did not care about autism and actively encouraged prejudice and neurotypicals also encouraged what is now known as aspiphobia. That twat of a doctor taught my family to be aspiphobes. The only good thing about the 60's was the music nothing else. Too much prejudice and discirimination bullying ect and no one cared.

The 60's weren't a bed of roses if you had a disability such as a learning disability or autism you could have been deported to a concentration camp. Asperger syndrome was not even in the vocabulary of the English speaker. Down syndrome was termed mongolism even by professionals and they were castrated to to prevent them from giving birth. The special education system was not fit for a dog. If you were unlucky enough to be in it then you would leave school with no qualifications. The result was no job at the end. Since I was born in 1966 and I went to a special needs nursery school at 3 years old. It did not do me much good at all and I was treated like I had AIDS or cancer from the advice of a stupid doctor who should really have known better than telling my mum I had brain damage through whooping cough vaccine when in fact I had Asperger syndrome. People jut did not care about autism and actively encouraged prejudice and neurotypicals also encouraged what is now known as aspiphobia. That twat of a doctor taught my family to be aspiphobes. The only good thing about the 60's was the music nothing else. Too much prejudice and discirimination bullying ect and no one cared.

If it's any consolation, I had a bad year that year myself.

I want to go to the 1940's and early 1950's and watch the All American Girls Professional baseball league in play.

I'm back to my old self again, and that's all that matters. I knew that something was terribly wrong, when I've flashed the British sign for F-off in a local park on Canada Day, as a punker and I've yelled out, "Take that, mainstream society!" A friend of mine gave me the cold shoulder for a very good reason. The punk rocker thing just wasn't working for me, anymore and she knew that, before I did.

I've spent the next ten weeks, asking myself some hard, honest questions, like these:

What's my favourite rock n roll group?
What's my favourite member of that group?
What year would I travel back to, if I had a time machine?
What are my favourite colours?
What's my favourite decade for music and fashion?
What's my favourite era?
What music do I like?

Every answer brought me back to the things about the 1960s, that were good and fun, in my mind. Nothing about the 1970s popped up in my mind.

I'm loving the Swinging 60s like I did, before 2007 - 2009, I'm comfortable in my own skin, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I just needed two years of rebellion, real rebellion to come back home, to 1965 London, again.