Kroaky

Kroaky and Christy's 3rd Annual January 4th Meetup!

2012-01-05T11:55:00.000Z

Kroaky's Version

Christy's Version

Kroaky and Christy's 3rd Annual January 4th Meetup. Kroaky's Version

2012-01-05T11:45:00.001Z

Watch "Kroaky and Christy's 3rd Annual January 4th Meetup!" on YouTube

Kroaky and Christy's 3rd Annual January 4th Meetup. Christy's Version

2012-01-05T11:42:00.001Z

Watch "christy meets up with kroaky .mov" on YouTube

Kroaky Welcomes The Return of Christy

2011-12-08T13:30:00.001Z

What do you think would happen if apes took over? #apeswillrise

2011-07-11T23:47:00.001+01:00

I'd go ApeShit!!! - It's the movie I'm most looking forward to by the way!!

Formspring me, cos I am, Like, Well Bored!!...

Some 'Facebook Flamers' should wash their mouth out with soap!

2011-07-09T00:30:00.004+01:00

I love it how some people on facebook have no idea when you are making a joke and take you seriously!!

A friend put this as his status:
"During world war II the Nazis made soap from some of the people they murdered, WTF"

This remided me of the Fight Club film where they made soap out of dead animals, so I just commented this:
"Is that where 'Fight Club' got the idea from?"

Normal, innocent kind of question, right?.......Wrong! Someone called 'EagleRider At Destination Daytona' replied with this:
"Maybe if some of your family was turned into soap Kroaky, you would not make such an ignorant insensitive stupid comment."

Sorry? Who was the one being ignorant *insert comma here* insensitive and stupid? You make your own mind up! ;)

So glad there are nasty people in the world like that, makes me feel so superior!! :PP

Peace
Liam
Xxx

Edit: He then commented: "What are you in fifth grade Kroaky?", to which I replied "Yeah, two grades higher than you!! :P"

hehe....Owned!! ;)

Kroaky and Charlie Veitch discuss, was 9/11 and inside job?

2011-07-07T12:15:00.000+01:00

My thoughts on the charlie veitch fiasco

Kroaky Talks on The Rapture and Census Forms

2011-05-21T18:35:00.000+01:00

Kroaky's more meaningful Thoughts!! ;)

Boscombe Tea Party - 1st May 2011

2011-05-14T11:57:00.000+01:00

Here's another happy little local community event. The Boscombe Tea Party on May 1st. I do have a fondness of the ommunity getting together and all having fun!

Peace

Kroaky.

Talentcall 2011 Charity Showcase at The Dolphin Centre, Poole. April 16th

2011-05-14T11:22:00.000+01:00

This years first Talentcall charity event at The Dolphin Centre in Poole was such a great success, there will be another one on June 4th!!

These are the highlights!! .... Enjoy!!

How to deal with the Census Officer by Kroaky!

2011-04-07T12:10:00.003+01:00

Kroaky is not quite feeling himself when the Census Non-Compliance Officer comes knocking!
(Just a bit of fun to get you in the mood for these upcoming visits)

(edit) And here is what happened when he REALLY turned up ;)

;-) Be Well

Kroaky.

How to Fill in Your Census Form by Kroaky

2011-03-19T18:53:00.000Z

Kroaky Becomes An Explorer - Just Like Dora

2011-03-17T12:17:00.000Z

My Visit to the Dentist!!

2011-02-15T17:33:00.036Z

Hey Guys,

Okay, I feel compelled to write a blog about my latest visit to the dentist.

Recently I managed to get signed on with a new dentist, after years of unsuccessful attempts at registering with one! I had been without a dentist for roughly 10 years, and had only a few emergency visits during that time.

Sat in the waiting room before my first visit I was naturally anxious. The dentist man was very pleasant and made me feel relaxed, he had a good vibe about him. He had a look, did a couple of X-rays (unfortunate, but had to be done!), then started work!

I had a good scrape, clean up and polish job, then came the curious part. He said I had a tiny bit of decay and recommended a filling, then he told me to sit back and I was a bit confused as to what was going to happen next, so I asked...

"Are you going to do it now??"
"Yes!" he replied
"Is it the mercury filling or the white stuff?"
"The Amalgam"
"Is that the mercury one?"
"Yes, but the dangers of the amalgam fillings have been highly exagerated"

I realised at that point he was actually going to go ahead and do it, without asking me first, AND to make it worse he was going to do it with something I have been against for years! It would have just happened without my consent if I hadn't have questioned him as to what was going on. I would have had it done and not really known. Is this the sort of training these people have? They make assumptions that we will agree with everything that they are doing?

I then asked what the other options were. He told me the white fillings cost an extra £46. He showed me the x-ray and told me the tiny bit of pre-decay would take years to actually affect me. I felt I didn't even need the filling right now and would go home to do some research as I'd read recently about certian nutrition that can actually reverse decay.

He also added that I had unusually healthy teeth and gums, and whatever i'm doing, carry on, because its working! I told him I had been brushing with a NON-FLUORIDE toothpaste for the last 10 years. He concluded it was probably down to good genetics and nothing to do with the toothpaste. He informed me that he was for Fluoride and needed to brush with it everyday as his teeth were prone to decay. He added that he was envious of my teeth's resistance! (anyone see a pattern here?)

One last word of warning he gave me was to NOT drink too many fresh juices as these will decay my teeth quickly! This surprised me as I am an advocate of juicing and drink tons of it everyday! I did almost laugh, and thought Jason Vale (the juicemaster) would have a field day, but I heard him out! But How come my teeth are so healthy Mr Dentist Man? Is it because I actually know the truth about health and you actually spout bullshit, that you have been taught, to your patients?

Never trust "health professionals" to always have your best interests at heart, always ask questions and above all, DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH!!

Be Well.

Kroaky - Poo! :P

Your favourite program at the moment?

2011-02-13T23:44:00.001Z

SPARTACUS: Gods of the Arena

Ask me Something...

Kroaky and Christy Have Fun With the Street Charity Man and Remember the...

2011-02-13T18:38:00.000Z

Would you quit eating all junk food to live five years longer?

2011-02-10T16:59:00.001Z

Would you quit eating all junk food to live five years longer?

Answer here

What's your favorite TV show?

2011-02-09T20:28:00.001Z

Spartacus, True Blood, Lie to Me, V, Fringe, Dexter, 24.......

Ask me anything

Kroaky Does A Bit Of Juggling

2011-02-06T19:14:00.000Z

Kroaky is thinking of trying his luck in entering a talent competition!

;P

Which celebrity do you want to shoot more than anyone else?

2011-02-06T18:32:00.001Z

Michael Mcintyre

Ask me anything

Kroakys Cheeky Little Love Police Protest 29th January London 2011

2011-02-02T20:14:00.000Z

Cheeky Little Protest Kroaky Stylee! Once again Kroaky meets up with Charlie Veitch and the Love Police Crew for a bit of Anti-Government Anarchist Love Action!

Cameo appearance by 61shirley and a little bit of beatboxing backing to Charlies Megaphoning! Sub him http://www.YouTube.com/61shirley

Follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/Kroaky108
My 2nd Channel: http://www.YouTube.com/Talentcall2008
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Keep it lighthearted and fun ;)

Kroaky

Kroaky and Christy Podcast Song (Drum and Bass Remix)

2011-01-23T01:43:00.000Z

Hi Guys,

So I got rather bored one eveing and decided to get creative with Acid Pro, A few samples and loops and make a Drum and Bass remix of a podcast me and Christy recorded last year. Started of as a bit of a joke, but as I got into it, the tune was starting to grow on me, so I made a video to go with it once it was finished. Enjoy! and feel free to post it on to your friends :)

All the best

Kroaky

P.S. Here is the original podcast it was from.

Kroaky and Christy Go to Church and Play Musical Chairs

2011-01-18T21:50:00.000Z

Kroaky and Christy Go to Church and Play Musical Chairs

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All the best

kroaky

Kroaky and Christy Uncover the Truth about a Couple of Well Known Conspi...

2011-01-13T11:50:00.003Z

Kroaky and Christy team up with Dave and Kish (back in Summer 2010) and try to find the 'Free Hugs' people on the South Bank of the Thames and inadverantly uncover the truth about a couple of well known conspiracies!

I am going through some old footage of 2010 and uploading a few clips each week.

This is also the video which sparked off one of the street performers to threaten Kroaky with assault - See next video...

Follow me on twitter: http://twitter.com/Kroaky108
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Be carefull where and who you film!!! :P

All the best ;)

Kroaky

The Christy show 2011 Epiesode 1

2011-01-10T01:50:00.000Z

The Mind Set Podcast: Episode 52 | Mind Set Central

2011-01-09T23:22:00.000Z

The Mind Set Podcast: Episode 52 | Mind Set Central

Check out the Mind Set Podcast:

Welcome to 2011 and welcome to The Mindset Podcast, after a short break to celebrate the festive season.

And what a show we have for our avid listeners this week.

A two hour special saw the dastardly duo joined by occasional co-presenter Alex Fate, creating an Unholy Trinity of Conspiratorial Connoisseurs.

First off – the future: Ok, so the Mayan Calendar suggests we have little over a year before the world as we know it will cease to exist. So what do the guys believe will happen once that date is reached?

Latest news was discussed by Gareth and Peter, including the shooting of Gabrielle Giffords and 12 others in a mass shooting in Arizona USA.
Fear is the key as London undergoes lock-down as the terror threat is raised.
And the murder of Joanna Yeats is investigated and dissected.
Tough topics all, and a sorry old start to the New Year.

Add to this discussion on food price rises, the whys and wherefores of de-skilling and cash-for-gold shark infestations across the western world, and THIS is one bumper show.

We also had time for some clips!

Flu! Yes, this old chestnut is back. Two different takes on the news reporting from the US and UK, and a possible motive, tied into Big Pharma is up for consideration.

Which Tax? ‘Spell’ it right! Witches are now being targeted for tax in Rumania, a country which takes its supernatural beliefs very seriously.

Censor! No, not the things you walk through in airports and at crossing points in the road. This (spelt correctly) deals with the Huckleberry Finn book censorship now hitting schools and homes in the USA.

And a splendid time was had by all!

Until Next Week, Peace Out Humans!

Kroaky

If You Won 1 Million Pounds What Would Youu Do With It ?

2011-01-09T18:30:00.001Z

Keep Travelling the world, so I would stay in Summer all year round!! :)

Ask me anything

Kroaky and Christy Preview the Upcoming Year 2011

2011-01-05T10:35:00.001Z

So another year is upon us, so me and Christy met up on the 4th January to discuss the future of the kroaky channel, which incidently we did on the 4th January last year too, and made a similar video. Could turn out to be a yearly tradition. Ok, ok, lets not get too ahead of ourselves ;)

Video Ideas for Kroaky Channel for 2011:-

* Kroaky's Crop Circle Tour of 2011 - Ongoing Video Investigation
* The Kroaky Show - Comedy/Blog/News/Events e.t.c.
* The Kroaky and Christy Show - Comedy/Day Trips/Conversations/Parodies/Sketches
* The Trip - More Pub Lunch reviews in the style of the well known series with Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon
* Music/Artist Promotion - Promoting Local Singers/Songwriters/Bands - Music Videos e.t.c.

If you can think of anything else you'd like us to do, please let us know :D

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All the best for 2011

Kroaky

Kroaky's Top 5 Memories of 2010

2010-12-31T13:28:00.000Z

This was a video I decided to do while looking through lots of old footage of 2010, What better way to look back and reflect on the past year than to pick my favourite moments while out filming.

I also set a new intention, while doing this, to create new fun moments for 2011. Goodbye 2010 We had some good times, but here's to 2011, Fresh start, new beginnings, new people and places. Fun, Adventure and travel.

Happy New Ears ;)

Kroaky

The Trip - The Happy Cheese - Kroaky and Christy's Christmas.

2010-12-29T21:43:00.000Z

Kunt's last tape - WATCH THIS TODAY!!

2010-12-18T20:14:00.000Z

formspring.me

2010-12-17T22:29:00.001Z

I'm bored - Ask me anything - http://formspring.me/Kroaky

Kroaky's First Arrest, Then De-arrest and Assaulted by aggresive bully police!

2010-11-03T13:14:00.052Z

Hi guys,

Here is the video of what happened last night, with a little explanation video recorded as soon as I got home. After a nights sleep, I can now write my account of what happened with a clearer head.

At around 11:30pm I was driving home past Lymington, heading into the New Forest, noticing a police car behind me, I checked my speed and my manner of driving, all seemed to be in order. The blue lights went on and I pulled into the nearest safe parking space, off road. (lots of winding roads around there)

I half opened my window, and started recording with my 'Kodak Zx1'. The first question The female officer asked was "Whats that?"

"It's a recording device, you dont mind do you?" I replied

"Why are you recording me?" The female PC asked

"Because I'm allowed" I politely explained.

They then asked for driving documents and ID, to which I asked for their ID's first.

PC Purcell - 25248 (Female)
(refused to give name) - 3087 (Male) - (I later found out it was PC Clifford)

They asked me to turn the engine off, and asked for ID again. Well there were still questions I had, before I was prepared to answer any of theirs or follow any orders. I asked "Why" to a lot of their questions and PC Clifford seem irritated by this. They changed their tactic and gave me some bogus reason why they stopped me. They said I took a few corners too wide and suggested they thought I might be drink driving and can I take a breath test, to which I agreed, Then he ordered me to get out of the car in an authoritive manner, I said I'd prefer to stay in the car while Taking the breath test. Now here is where it got ugly. He ordered me to get out of the car, I said, no, I am staying in my car, in accordance with peaceful non-complience and asserting my rights. He threatened to physically remove me from it and threatened to smash my car window. He eventually reached in and opened my car door, seemed all pleased with himself, and manhandled me out in a very aggressive manner and pushed me forcefully up against the car (this is common law assault and I am pressing charges for this)

He was blocking inbetween me and my car, when I went to close my car door he assualted me again by forcefully pushing me up against my car. I remained peceful and calm at all times, announced "I am peaceful and have been at all times and there is no need to use force" to which he disagreed! His full weight was on me so I slightly pushed him away to relieve some of the pressure and discomfort. I asked him to let go of his grip on my arm but he refused, so I decided to grip his arm in the same way to which he assaulted me again by pushing my head back on the car.

"So what have you got against the Police?" He said

"I have Nothing, against the police if they do their job properly, what I do have is something against bullies, which you clearly are" I replied

"Well if you complied with us we wouldnt have to do this so it's YOUR fault" Was the female officers distorted perspective of the situation.

He kept on accusing me of being untrustworthy showing a complete lack of judge of character, his whole attitude was one of mistrust and he announced he had to grip me like this beacause I was going to run away or cause him harm.

I blew into the breath test which was zero then announced my right to remain silent and peaceful non-complience under protest and duress of how I'd been treated, I said I had no ID and wasn't going to give them any more info, until they let me go. He then tried to grab my arm behind my back to which i resisted, which turned into a scuffle. I was slipping out of their grip using my martial arts training so they threatened to use pepper-spray (I think he used the term 'Gas', not sure if its the same thing) so I let them handcuff me. I was fully expecting to be in a cell all night so I surrendered to the situation, they pushed me up against the car, full bodyweight on me. I then decided to go into a meditation and remain silent. I announced that I remove and implied consent of my car being searched, to which they said it would be and what do I have in there that I dont want them to see? You see the mentality of these people?

They continued to ask many many questions, and accusations against me e.t.c. I actually went into a meditation into a kind of 'bliss' state of the 'Now' moment and actually started to see the enjoyment of the whole experience. First exciting thing that had happened to me in a long time. lol. I noticed more things in this state. One that stood out was their continuous repetition of accusing me of being the aggessor first and 'If I'd complied, we could have avoided all this' and 'This was all YOUR doing because I didn't follow orders'. I recognised this was classic NLP training to confuse you into believing that you were actually in the wrong and they were right. I used this back on them later while I was in the back of the van against the Female officer to which I noticed she seemed to be beginning to question her actions. Then she went back into robotic mode and said she didnt want to argue.

Red mark on wrist from handcuffs, they wern't gentle with me at all.

So yeah, I was eventually arrested for failure to produce Insurance and Driving Licence and obstructing a police officer, they took my camcorder and phone out of my pocket and was bundled in the back of the van where I waited while they searched my car (after I verbally removed my consent to a search again).

They eventually announced they had nothing on me and if I gave them my name and it all checked out they would have to let me go. I asked for that guarentee, they said yes. So I gave my name, address and birthdate. They let me go, at no point did I ACTUALLY show any ID or Driving docuents either. When I got back into the car, I found my driving glasses all bent and damaged! Considering They were on the dashboard when i left the car, it must have been done intentionally by them.

Then I drove home and edited the video.

So yeah, all in all, it was a fun night.
Much Love

Kroaky :)

How to deal with the TV Licence Man

2010-09-19T22:59:00.004+01:00

Hey guys,

Just a little lesson in dealing with these theiving scumbags!!!

How I Got Arrested and Abused at G20 in Toronto, Canada. By Tommy Taylor

2010-06-30T15:40:00.005+01:00

Okay this isn't me, Kroaky, but I had the share Tommy Taylor's account of what happened at the G20 in Toronto. Please read his story.

I'm going to start by saying that at no point in this note will I be exaggerating, bending the truth or lying in any way. I can also say I've never felt this angry, violated or betrayed.

Black Bloc left alone to create carnage and photo ops.

Second, to those who are disgusted with the violence and vandalism - I agree. It was disgusting, but happened to property, by a small group. You can see the photos everywhere of the few individuals who did that. They were also allowed to by police, who parked the cars and left. Everywhere else there was organized riot police in the thousands. They left Yonge Street alone - why? Just read more than the headlines and photo ops - http://2010.mediacoop.ca/
I'm not going to wig out in a conspiracy theory way, just read for yourself. The Black Bloc caused so much distraction and carnage. It happened to me and I still find it hard to believe, I don't want to believe it. My country broke my heart.

So here is what happened.

PART ONE: Grandmas, Idiots and High School Reunions

I was home during the day on Saturday June 26th until around 1:00pm when I went over to Allan Gardens Park (which is literally across the street from my apartment). Hey, if Mayor David Miller was encouraging people to get out do things in the city, why not? There were a few tents left over from the Tent City, which slept there the night before. Various groups were getting signs still ready to march over to the 'Free Speech Zone" at Queen's Park - far away from all things G20. I met a group of grandmothers who were marching on behalf of grandmothers in Third World countries who have adopted millions of children whose parents have died of AIDS. (To all those who are speaking out against the violence in the streets of Toronto and damning the protesters - where were your voices of outrage at this? Or do you only care when the irreplaceable Starbucks has its window smashed? When it's on your front doorstep you cry and give the rest of the world your apathy - why are you only upset now?)

I walk with the grannies and arrive in Queens Park. There are thousands of police in all kinds of riot gear, mounted police units (people chant of "Get those animals off those horses" made me laugh). There were students, seniors, media, everyone, thousands! And it was so peaceful and a tremendous sense of community. The riot squads were quite scary, but people were chanting "You're pretty, you're cute, take off the ugly riot suit!", which also made me laugh, and many of the officers in the riot gear laughed too, one of them quipped "I wish, this thing's hot". Cool, this was fun. Good messages, free speech, the grannies along side the burly boys of the Steel Workers Union. Someone gave me a marker and bristol board. I made a sign "Apathy Will Kill You." After a while of awesome speeches, interesting people and wasted money (1.2 Biliion...?) I give away my sign and head home to Jarvis & Gerrard. Like on the way there, cops are lined up everywhere, watching everything - no holes anywhere. Strange absence of cops at Yonge and Dundas Square...they were all over it earlier....

At home I soon read about the violence happening along Yonge...what? Where are the cops? It's guys in ALL black, easy to see. Why are they just running along with no one to stop them...there were cops there. Ok. Weird. These guys suck for doing this, because this is all anyone will see and read about. And now it's justification for the gross amount of force and money spent. Then comes word about the police cars parked and abandoned, they even rolled down the windows before leaving. What? No radios or any equipment inside the cop cars? No police in sight? Arrest these idiots before they ruin any chance at - oh, too late. So then the media starts to assemble the evening news with the fiery money shots of Yonge St and the burning cars. Vandal assholes taking the bait and acting in a predictable destructive way. Idiots.
Watch an account by a photo journalist who followed them:
http://www.pacificfreepress.com/news/1/6497-alt-perspectives-on-toronto-protests.html

Argghh! But, hey, at least things were cool in the "Free Speech Zone". My girlfriend Kate gets home with her co-worker Ben and their friend Simon at around 7pm. She asks if it's ok to go out and see what's going on. I said sure, the Free Speech Zone is awesome, there's all kinds of causes, we can go take a look. So, off we go along College Street. There are people on sidewalks and taxis and cars, all very normal. We got to Bay and College when around 20 mini-vans full of riot cops honked their horns and went flying through the intersection - I had never seen anything like it, it was crazy. We arrived at University Ave to find it completely blocked off by riot cops in full gear. The "Free Speech Zone" was completely blocked in. The cops wouldn't answer any questions, wouldn't move, wouldn't look at you. Nothing. Then rows of riot police form on College behind us, start banging their shields and march in, followed by a rows of mounted horse units. Then out of nowhere two young guys are pepper sprayed nearby, everyone runs, nothing is said by police, no announcements. People help the guys and pick them up, they don't know what happened or why.

Up on the steps of a building I see a friend from high school, Derek. We head over, catch up - he came down to see what was happening, but was blocked off from Queen's Park on all sides. Shortly after some homeless people threw on arm bands and had extending night sticks and tackled people standing around and dragged them behind the dense line of riot cops and dragged them away. Secret under-cover homeless police - oo la la. Still no messages from the police and no violence to be seen except from them. I remember on JackAss when Johnny tried being tasered and peppered sprayed and said the spray was the worst thing he's ever had done to him and never again, poor dudes on the ground. Nothing happened. So, guess the day was over and police didn't want the protest getting any bigger (is what we thought). Derek went back to Mississauga and we decided to head home and Simon went to a bar.

PART 2: A Blue Raspberry Slushie and the Lost Tactical Squads - A Saturday night in TO.

Now 9pm. Kate, Ben and I were thirsty and I remembered reading a story about the ice cream truck guy that parked at City Hall at Queen and Bay and how G20 was killing his business, and I like blue raspberry slushies. So down we went, he was up front with his feet on the dashboard. I was very thirsty at this point, so it was great. The streets seemed a little empty, but people were around, walking, going places to eat, taxis and cars driving around. Seemed like the oncoming rain and shut-out from the police killed the protests. We said "All people will talk about is the violence, to bad." Then things changed around us. It was now just after 9pm, all the violence from earlier in the day was long over and the vandals who committed it, gone. Vans and buses of riot police and tactical teams were swarming. We couldn't see any protesters, but the streets were filing with cops, cars tried backing away and had to jump the curb, people were getting confused, and no cop were saying anything.

We thought it best to head east and get home right now, who knew what was happening. The guys in green tactical gear were pretty scary and shouting to each other "We're in the wrong place, go west! Go west!" They got in there vehicles of all kinds (from armored personnel carries to Budget panel vans), big gas guns, crazy gear. Kate needed a bathroom desperately, nothing was open now and there were quite scary police squads everywhere - now very confusing as to what's happening. We see two construction workers peeking their heads out of the door of a store. We run over and Kate talks her way into the bathroom. We talk to the guys, its confusing, but no signs of violence. The workers wish us well and head back inside.

Were now at Bay St and King St, trying to head east. The sky opens up and the rain pours on down. Heavy. We see a group marching AWAY from the fence, away from G20, they get blocked in by police, but are then let go and told to move east--great, towards home! It's a crowd of maybe 200 people, all kinds. Some flags and signs lead the group. The free speech zone was shut down, so I guess there was nowhere else to go. We live in Canada, so before you say that everyone should have gone home, no. Is that the country you want to live in? Where you can't speak up? One day you'll have to actually face an issue of injustice that will make you actually stand up and go outside and use your freedom, use your voice - and you'll be glad you can. Imagine if you couldn't? What country does that make you think of? So, with no instructions from the surrounding police I ask someone marching in the street and they seem to think it's back to Allan Gardens Park, perfect! We live there!

PART 3 - Tommy Taylor, You're Under Arrest

So the three of us follow, on the sidewalk, away from the central group. Occasional clapping on some great slogans chanted. There are regular people on the street watching, who live and work in the area. We get to Front St continue south to the Esplanade and stop in front of the Novotel. Hrm? Apparently the workers are on strike at Novotel for unfair treatment and some delegates from G20 will be staying there. We are across the street on the sidewalk , in front of The Keg. The marchers sit down and chant "peaceful protest". And it is. Everyone is calm; it's actually pretty awesome to see. There are some awful things in this world and when our economic and political leaders gather in one place to decide the world's solutions and futures (including the government of China), people are going to want to have their voices heard. That's the Constitution, thankfully.

Then they start singing "Give Peace a Chance", wow- it's actually a cliche of a protest! It was a lot of fun, a great thing to witness live instead of stock footage form the 60's and 70's when people were changing the way sexuality, gender and ethnicity are treated in North America. Without public protests we would still have slavery and women couldn't vote. Would you go back and tell those people to go home? No word from police yet, and why would there be? It's 10:00 at night on Saturday on small sub-street in Toronto with no traffic tonight. Everyone's peaceful and out of the way, and only in a number of 200. It actually seemed like just a little whimper from the numbers I saw together earlier, but at least they had heart and spirit. We join in singing "Give Peace a Chance" - how could you not, it felt so great. Then, riot cops show up on the sides of the street. Uh-on. They're blocking it off, time to go.

We head towards them to leave; they say 'Get Back', no problem. We turn to leave the other way, more riot cops "Get Back". Okay, We ask if we can please leave - no response. They haven't said anything. There are journalists in here, a couple comes out of The Keg and tries to leave, they are told, "It's too late." Too late for what they ask, and are told nothing. We ask again (Kate has become quite distraught and upset) if we can please leave and are told, "You should have left when we told you." Wait, what? When? Everyone is saying the same thing. They the phone number for legal aid starts making the rounds, people write it on their arms and hands (I already had it on a post-it note). They guy from the Keg can't believe it. They guy in the wheelchair on his way home is stunned. The confused guy with cerebral palsy is freaking out and scared. A few First Nations people around us say, "Well, this is familiar. Welcome to our club everyone." A gay couple hugs, in tears. And older lady (the splitting image of Jane Goodall) asks what's happening. The media with the huge cameras seem at a loss. The riot police have the full gear, shields, helmets, masks down, saying nothing. The leaders of the march ask for negotiator to get people out of here. No response. They give official media a chance to leave that have badges, but no one else. Not even people who have obvious news camera and photo cameras. Steve Paikin from TVO managed to get out. We all chant, “Let us go!” They begin pulling people out of the sitting crowd and take them away. There was no resisting, they turned around and offered their hands. Then a riot cop with a classic cop mustache announces, "You're all under arrest. You will all be charged and you cannot leave. "

We can't believe we're about to be arrested. They won't tell us why we are under arrest, which they legally have to. We were on the sidewalk the whole time. People from the condo above The Keg throw things down at the group. We throw nothing back and a few riot police laughed. The workers in The Keg are all at the window, confused, one of them starts crying a walks away. Everyone is trying to find out why we just can't go home. Then the riot squads form a half circle around us, shield to shield. People angry, afraid. We were nowhere close to the fence; there was no violence - what was this? People singing a John Lennon song all arrested? Confusing. Upsetting. I want to get out of there with Kate and go home and I can't. I hate the way this made me feel. I didn't do anything. Nothing was happening here with these people, whom I was now a part of. Some sat down, many were on dying cell phones trying to call family and friends, some kids trying to call parents and asking to borrow phones, journalists calling their offices for help...scary.

The unmoving riot officers had arm badges saying they were from Calgary. Then all at once, they took some pill and took a sip from the tubes attached to their riot gear. It became clear they were a little confused, a supervisor was yelling at them they were in a wrong formation, some of them tripped over each other. I noticed the street was blocked off at both ends, no media anywhere at either end...denied access to see what was happening down here. Soon the street was full of buses and paddy wagons and riot cops outnumbered people 5 to 1. Many of the cops behind the semi-circle took off gear and lay down, sweaty on the sidewalk, obviously overworked. One by one, officers would come through the shrinking semi-circle line and take people roughly away. People would turn and offer their hands peacefully, waiting to go.

Next to us was a guy with a green mohawk, punky looking guy, two approaching arresting officers laughed and said "I want to get this guy right here", they pushed through the other people, grabbed and spun him around and pushed him away roughly. He didn't say anything or resist in anyway. Jesus. Another male officer says to the gay couple "I'll go find some lady officers to arrest you boys." His patch says Toronto. Really? Surely, two female officers take one of them away. We can see people put into paddy wagons, or filling buses. I use Ben's phone to call my parents, who were out. I call the legal aid number, no answer. I call my friend Chris Legacy (we were going to hang out on Sunday, now maybe not) he is out. I tell his mom, Linda what is happening, she is worried and hope were okay and wants us to call when we can. They push through the crowd and pick out Ben (who is a bright yellow shirt, his work uniform shirt, he's Brazilian with long black hair and a beard). Kate and I kiss, then they take Kate away and there is not a thing I can do except watch them handcuff her and make her walk away backwards. I hated the feeling I had at the moment, I never felt it before and I hated I was being forced to feel it.

My new Name!

I turned and offered my hands, I was handcuffed and made to walk backwards across the street to officers in front of the Novotel. I'm handed over, searched, asked my name - all very peaceful. My arresting officer, Toronto Constable Caesar, asked me if I understood I was being arrested - I said I understood, but I didn't know why. He paused. "You're being charged with - " He stops, talks with someone else, moves me, and says "Mischief". Another officer comes over with a form and a clipboard, Caesar says "Finally got a clipboard huh?" the officer replies "Yeah, this thing is fucked up".

My evidence bag.

My official arrest time is 12:48am. But they've held me since 10:30pm. They search me, take my house keys and a post it note from my pocket (that's all I had). I give the answers to the form questions and am put in metal handcuffs (hands in front now), Caesar says they need my shoe laces, so sits me down on the curb and takes them off and bags them. He helps me up; I can see Kate with other officers, random people all over, forms being filled out, and handcuffs going on. I see officers in bucket hats, and ask, "Who are those guys with the Gilligan hats?" I'm told those are officers from Saskatoon, an officer then jokes, "yeah, those hats are gay." Another adds, "Well most of them are faggots anyway. Except the dykes." They laugh. Real police solidarity there. Cops everywhere are chugging bottles of Gatorade and water and throwing the bottles to the ground. We all had stickers with numbers stuck on us and pink wristbands with the same number. I was #0106. No one has read me my rights. I hoped I would end up in a wagon with Kate.

Our wristbands.

Here are two videos from some people who were in the condo. Listen to the Rocket Scientists who yells, "You guys are dumb!" then breaks into a Beavis and Butthead laugh. No media was allowed to see what was happening to us, so, here's what it looked like:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2KEou7WFV8&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tTCXuxhVGXM&NR=1

PART 4: Taken on a Ride

So, handcuffed and waiting around I see cops on the sidewalk lying on their shields, gulping Gatorade. Kate is put into a paddy wagon. I'm brought over to a different one and put in after a young guy. The back of the wagon has two seating areas, dived by a steel wall. There are no lights; the back wall is angled so you have to hunch over. I introduce myself to my fellow prisoner, he does the same. His story is much like mine. 45 minutes later we now have 6 guys on the bench. The last one in is a photojournalist, the officers toss in his evidence bag (with big fancy camera and case) "That's my camera!" he yells, they laugh and slams the door. The police's attitude is very relaxed, casual, many smiling and laughing. I overheard many talking about the confusion they faced in the day and right now. The other guys tell me they never had their rights read either and were all told different reasons for the arrest "Disturbing the peace" "Obstructing Justice" and so on. No one clear reason we were all there. I can only make out their silhouettes when they lean forward, no lights.

We can hear the guys on the other side of the truck. One of my 6 guys shouts "Tim?!", "Yeah?" we hear back. Turns out they went to elementary school together in rural Ontario way back when. The ages of the guys in the truck range from 15-47. The only light that comes in is from tiny circles in the metal doors, the glass is dirty, so we can't make out too much. We drive for 1 minute and stop. They turn off the truck and leave. The truck behind us backs over and stays put, still on. Our truck now begins to smell of fumes..I don't think this was on purpose, as the drivers seemed confused about where to go, we could make out there was many discussion happening between all kinds of officers outside. But diesel fume headaches started in. After another 10 minuets we drove to a large prisoner transfer bus.

One by one we were let out of the small truck and lead aboard the bus.

Our bus looked a lot like this.

The first portion of the bus had sectioned off pairs of seats with plastic and metal cages with their own doors. Inside were female prisoners, two by two. I saw Kate sitting with another young girl. She didn't see me, she looked so sad. The back section was all open seating. They told us it was two to a seat and move to the back. We filled up all the seats and were left with one extra guy. They yelled at him "Sit down now!" he told them there were no more seats, they yelled "GET IN A SEAT NOW!". So he sat on the floor. Some girls were asking about a bathroom, as we've been in police custody for almost 4 hours now. No reply. "Where are we going?" No reply. "Will we get a phone call?" No reply. Some of the guys had no shoes, some had no laces and some still had their shows fully intact. The mix on the bus was great. All ethnicities, ages and genders. Protesters, pedestrians, media, the homeless, tourists - but mostly everyone in there was from Toronto. So, with about 12 girls up front and about 20 guys in the back - all in handcuffs, off we went. I tried calling to Kate, but she couldn't hear me. No one had any phones, cameras, no way to record anything from here on out.

Everyone couldn't believe what was happening to us. We all talked about our rights, what phone number to call, where we might be headed (the general thought was the new detention centre they built inside the Toronto Movie Studios at Pape and Eastern. And sure enough, as the bus left the St. Lawrence Market area, we headed east. There was a sense of outrage on the bus, but when we got our phone call and legal counsel, this would be exposed for the farce it was. A girl started getting really wild and screaming - it was a bit much, a few guys laughed, and I heard a "Shut-up" - it was unmistakably Kate, she wasn't into the girl next to her loosing her mind just yet. I called out "I love you!" another guy jokes “Will you be my prison wife?”

We arrived outside of the wet and dark Toronto Film Studio, with its large gates and armored guards and dozens of police cars and fenced off areas. It was creepy. The buildings were huge and grey with red signs with white numbers on them. It was something from a George Orwell novel. Large spotlight pointing down from posts, in the rain. Our bus was stopped in front of a large garage door to one of the hanger-sized buildings. The door rolls open a light pours out from it. We drive inside.

PART 5: Behind the Grey Door.

As we go in there are rows of cages on left hand side. About 12'x20' and around 10' high. They were cages. Chain cages full of people. From what I could see they were all young people in these cages, maybe the young offenders. I have never seen anything like this, only in holocaust films, sci-fi films or pictures of Guantanamo Bay (and no, am I not comparing this to those events, I'm just sharing what came to mind and the only things I can reference it to).

There are skids of bottled water and Gatorade the police are drinking from. The men on the bus are talking about how the police cars were abandoned and no police officers stopped the infamous Black Bloc - to learn more about that here:
http://www.prisonplanet.com/peaceful-protesters-attacked-arrested-while-cop-car-arsonists-left-alone.html

We all agreed that we were the hundreds of protesters left at the end of the day; long after the violence was done that afternoon. But hey, how do you justify to the people of Canada that we spent 1.2 Billion dollars? You arrest all the protesters. We thought we might held for 24 hours so that the streets would be cleared from people demonstrating their right to free speech. I mean, they closed down the "Free Speech Zone" in a public space, so... why were we there? Finally an officer comes on the bus and states “come forward and give your number". So one by one we go. Outside we are handed off to a Court Service officer, all with "Special Constable" patches. Some have removed their nametags, others have them still on. Some are Barrie Court Services, some Toronto. I'm given to a shorter female constable who removed my metal cuffs and put me in the plastic binds - she had trouble getting them tight enough "My gloves are too sweaty" she says, a male office grabs the tie and pulls them - tight. My wrists are already raw from the cuffs; I say they are too tight. "You’ll live" I'm told. Oh.

She asks where I'm supposed to go, no one really knew. Everyone there seemed a little overworked and confused. Someone told her to make sure I read 'the sign'. She takes me towards an ominous black corridor - it was this pocket of darkness in this hanger that lead to another section. Kate had already disappeared inside it. She stops in front of a sign, which states that all video and audio would be recorded in the cells and could be used as evidence, etc etc. She asked if I understood and I said I did. I was actually happy to read that, in case anything in violation of the law happened to me inside. We walked into the darkness...

PART 6: Welcome to Cell Block OL 6 in Detention Level 2 Prisoner #0106, or
Come for the cup of water, stay for the condom-ball.

UPDATE: PHOTOS FROM THE INSIDE: http://www.blogto.com/city/2010/06/inside_the_g20_eastern_avenue_detention_centre/

Inside the former movie studio, I almost can't believe it. I've never seen this outside of movies. It is almost unreal. There are no windows to be had. The cavernous ceiling is 200 ft high, I can barely see it. It makes the warehouse from the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark look small. Hanging about down to about 15 ft off the ground are rows of intense florescent lights. Dozens of rows as far as I can see in either direction. Over each cell is a small black pod container a camera. It appears to be a maze made of industrial shelving, construction office trailers, wooden decks and walkways and cages. The cages are roughly 12' by 20' and around 10' high. There is sheet metal on 3 sides; the front side has a sliding door section that locks. Inside each cage is a porto-potty with the door removed, no toilet paper. It reaches close to the ceiling is about 4'x4' around. Those potties -bright orange, with an elaborate art deco style molding. A 1.2 billion dollar porto-potty to be sure. I pass rows of the cages with people bleeding, crying slumped on the concrete floor. Huddled, asking to call family, asking for water, asking what the charge is, wanting to know their rights. All the officers were ignoring them and laughing. Laughing at people. I have never seen anything like this.

Like this, but little bigger with one bench and huge outhouse.

My officer was asking where to take me - no officers knew. One officer tells her "Who knows? This place just got fucked up. Good luck". She sighs. Finally it's decided and I'm taken down a row of cages, I see Kate in a cage with about 30 girls, huddled, still wet and in this place (which I just notice is freezing). She smiles - 'I love you!" I call to her, I hear "I love you too!" as I'm brought around the corner. I see the girls have no door on their potty, with mostly male officers around them walking by, looking in. We're near the wall and I see a cage full of about 35 men. Cell Block OL 6 says a white sign on the cage door. In I go. I recognize some of the guys from the bus and paddy wagon. Hello agains are said. We are still handcuffed with the vinyl ties; I now have a cut on my wrist. I see the guy with the green mohawkish cut - he looks troubled.

Soon enough, a few more guys are brought. There are no 40 men in the cell. The young, short male office with spiky orange hair and a shirt labeled Toronto Police jokes to us "What do they think this is Auschwitz?" This is what he said. 40 witnesses and the video/audio equipment that was right above us. They have since stated this footage would be made public. Amazing, I can't wait. There is one steel bench in the cell that seats five. There is standing room only. The floor is cold concrete, dirty and covered in chipped splotches of bright green paint - from when the movie studio would use green screen. Anyone who sat was covered in a bright green dust.

The camera - I hope you're getting all this up there.

I was now around 2:00am. I've been held since 10:30pm, not read my rights, not explained anything, not yet charged, no phone call. And in an overcrowded cell with no access to water. Every guy had to pee; there was a line around the inside of the cell to piss. Trying to pee with your hand cuffed together was horrible...but we all managed...the outhouse was messy. No toilet paper. So, here we all were. Ages from 16-78. Three German men asked why the guard made a joke about Auschwitz. They were here from Germany, left a bar, got arrested. They said they had no idea Canada was like this; they said the world thought we were free. The said "poor Canadians, this is shame".

The stories from the men in the cell were all very similar. Some were protesters in the Novotel March, one man was having dinner at the Keg with his girlfriend (who was also arrested), there were two journalists, a homeless old man with a big grey bird and long hair with scruffy clothes- he was almost in tears and confused, he said they grabbed him walking on Carlton. He then asked us "What's a G20?" Sick. The 16 year old kid hasn't been able to call his parents and now he's locked up with 39 men. The cage houses all kinds. There's a young gay couple curled up together. Some men have no shoes, some no laces and some still have both. Wet socks and feet and clothes in this freezing, unending hanger. And now we're thirsty.

Stories are exchanged, we all discuss what to say to our lawyers or legal aid when we call. One guy explains how he was working at a music store up at Ossington, left work, saw his buddy across the street gave him the rock and roll horns with his hand, then a cop saw him and said 'Don't give the cops the finger!" while running at him and then tackling him. He was bleeding and his clothes ripped. He was shocked. Still thirsty. We ask why were in here. 'Because you committed a crime." quips a Barrie Court Services officer - a tall, bald man with one hell of mean streak. It looked ugly. Some officers were laughing and joking at us. I was feeling the crowded cell growing tense and angry. One black, shorter male Toronto Officer came over as we began pleading for an explanation, for water and for some of use to be moved into another cell. He came over and said, "This is wrong. Guys, I'm sorry, this is fucked up. But there's nothing I can do. This place is just chaos. I'm sorry." he leaves. Very thirsty.

In police custody for 6 hours now, no water, no anything. We start to get worried. We are still very polite guards "Please, we need water. Please help us. Please help this 16-year-old kid. Please split us up, we can't even all sit in here". We look at the camera and beg for help. We can hear people in the other cells yelling and begging for water. We hear a girl 'Please! I need my medication! HELP ME!". I yell "Help that girl, what the hell is going on here!" Other cages begin to yell. I find out later this girl was in my girlfriends cell and was way passed her medication time. The male officers were laughing in at her and tapping their keys along the bars leering at the girls in wet clothes. Finally two female officers took the girl away. They also had a 17-year-old girl in her cage as well. Still thirsty.

7 hours into custody, the people break. A shout for water breaks into a little riot, all cells yelling water, shaking the cages, and kicking at the doors. People with cracked lips and cracking voices - I've been awake for 22 hours now. Luckily a guy in our cell kept a watch. The place is going insane, we are told by guards “We're working on it!" some are apologizing, some are obviously lost and confused, others are laughing.

Finally water reaches our cell. They have a blue jug on an office chair, rolling it around with one officer pushing, one with a key, and one holding styrofoam dixie cups. We are told to line up. Many of the men say "Thank-you". I had to beg for water. BEG FOR WATER. For 9 hours. I hated being made to feel grateful for this tiny sip of water. Many gulped their cup down, some took it slow. "So shut-up now." said the officer. Well, guess who was starting to get hungry after 8 hours in custody?

An older First Nations man produces a condom and blows it up into a balloon. We all laugh - the water did us good. In fact we all got along really well, making the best of things we could. Quiet guys, big loud guys, punks, well dressed men, journalists, people who were at work, protesters, homeless, gay guys. We all got along, totally united. So, with this condom balloon, we started bouncing it around, like volleyball. We then called it Condom-Ball. The rules were to bounce it with your elbows or legs, and try and catch the tip in your empty dixie cup (as they were tied together, like a volleyball bump already - too easy). Some guys got really into it, some were laughing, some thought it was gross, but funny. We joked about starting a condom-ball league. We'd rent the cages and have teams of 40 guys in each one. I'm looking forward the security footage from our cell - look at these crazy violent protesters....playing games. So, some dude popped the condom with his cuffs, we all jokingly booed him and someone said "Now you'll have to pay child support, never break the rubber!" Then the First Nations guy pulled out another condom. We cheered. They guy who broke the last one volunteered for blow-up duty. Someone said " When we get out I'm gonna say being in a cell with 40 guys sucked, until we found a condom" we all laughed our asses off. Soon people tired of the game, as we were wet, crowded and hungry and still didn't know anything.

PART 7: Awake for 25 Hours, Imprisoned for 10 of them.

It was weird feeling being locked in a cage like. Told by my captors that it was wrong (but also laughed at by others), begging for food and water. Then, down the hall across from my cell I saw this: the bald Barrie officer was dragging in a kid with mild cerebral palsy (I saw him with a friend while they were arrest, he was so scared). He pushed and then they said something to him, his clothes were torn and his eyes read from crying. I guess they wanted his shoes, because he struggled to lift his leg (his pants were falling down) when the officer slammed his leg down 'Never mind. Stop being stupid" he laughed at the kid, as did the other officer. Away they went. Heard a door slam.

The guy who took his girlfriend to the Keg tells us how he told her it would be safe out "The violence was long over, and even the Mayor had said to go and enjoy Toronto.." he called out for his girl "Trudy!?!" we hear a "Yeah!? Is that you Sean?" he looks happy and yells "Yeah Baby!" she yells back "It's over!!!" we all start laughing. Later I find out from Kate that Trudy was in her cell and also yelled, "Just joking!" but he didn't hear because we were all laughing. The laughs were hard to come by. I was still sick that I begged for water and had been here for 11 hours and I hadn't done a thing. And that I watched helpless as they roughed up a kid with CP. This was like some sick, twisted social experiment. All handcuffed, we ask "what if we have shit? No toilet paper!" 45minutes later they push a few sheets threw the fence "We're bound, we can't even wipe!" the male officer says "Figure it out boys." Laughs. We make a pact that none of us will shit. I find out from Kate that the girls had to make a human wall when using the bathroom and help wipe each other. They also had to beg for toilet paper. Apparently they didn't think girls needed much for the bathroom. So women asked for tampons or pads, the male guards laughed and said, "that explains your attitudes."

Haha, cerebral palsy is hilarious. BEG FOR WATER!

It was 6am, we couldn't lie down or even all sit. We tried rotating on the steel bench. It was freezing. The Germans missed their flight. Another guy visiting his girlfriend from Manitoba misses his bus. Trudy's boyfriend tells us she was to be on a bus up north to camp where she would be a counselor to children with disabilities. Good thing those kids are now safe from her, I mean, the woman had dinner at The Keg! Oh no! We hear that one cell contains a lawyer who has stated all our rights had been violated. Another holds a TTC Streetcar Driver in full uniform whose streetcar was caught in a blocked off zone, he left his vehicle and was arrested. What?

People are hungry. We plead to the passing guards for food or and explanation, or to tell us what's happening - even too split us up so we can lie on the cold concrete. They say will be processed, interviewed, charged and released in about maybe 3 hours - we can also make a call then to legal aid. And food? "We're working on it." We ask they guards how they could be a part of this. Some look guilty as hell, some laugh. We get the attention of Toronto Special Constable White, a short balding man with glasses. He comes to us; we all desperately and calmly explain what's happening to us. White listens, apologizes, admits that it's wrong and says, "I'm just a pea in a pod. I can't help." So, the old "I'm just following orders", which followers of human right violators have used for ages - wrong is wrong, whither it's your paycheck or not. But hey, this is the G20, blood money for all!

White leaves us, apologizing and saying he's going to try and help. 10 hours, a sip of water, no food, nothing. The gay couple has curled up on each other trying to sleep and keep warm. The man next me says, "I'm jealous." I say "Me too." he says, "I'm starting to look for the cutest guy in here." I say, "Well, when in prison..." we chuckle, but it's an empty chuckle.

PART 8: "Food" for the disillusioned.

You know what smells? 40 guys who haven't showered in 30 hours with an open door outhouse and wet socks. I wonder what happened to Ben? Tension is mounting in the cell, some guys are getting wild-eyed. Some are starting to freak out. We've been in the cage for 10 hours, crammed together. Finally food arrives in the form of a plastic wrapped dinner roll with a slice a processed cheese in it, and slathered in butter. Everyone digs into their food, devouring them. It's around 8:30am. One guys asks "Why is there so much butter?" the officer replies "It's not butter, it's margarine." he jokes back " I can't believe it's not butter!" Some us laugh, some are too into the sandwich to notice anything else.

I suggest we write a message in the chain ceiling with our dixie cups for the people watching on the camera. We all decide "HELP" is the best option - maybe they'll do something and at least split us up. A quiet young guy in glasses puts it up. Nicely done. I find out that Kate's cell (Cell Block OL 5) made a peace symbol and that Ben's cell block (OL 2) made a chandelier from some danger tape the pulled inside, the cups and the ends of the plastic handcuffs the chewed off. Fancy. I hope the officers on the other sides of the cameras saw the dangerous people they had. Then two officers arrive and take away the green mohawk guy. We ask about the rest of us and we're told "Soon." That's all. We ask about our rites and and Toronto Court Services Special Constable # 99257 says, "We can hold you for as long as it takes to process you." I ask him "is that the law? What if it takes four years to process, you can hold us?" He says, "Yes". I tell him he's lying. I demand to know his name (his name tag was off) and says "Your fault if you believe me." looks nervous and quickly leaves. Never gave a name. We were told many times about being processed and we'd reach what they called "the Otherside". What was there? I don't know. They said that we'd have to wait again there anyways. What was this Otherside? Someone suggested we'd be turned into cheese slices. I said I would make terrible Soylent Green. A few guys laughed emptily.

PART 9: No Help for a Broken Heart.

We are thirsty again; it's been 15 hours in police custody. Still 39 guys overcrowded. Getting very scary. Awake for around 30 hours. Had one sip of water and cheese shit-bun. The 16 year old hasn't been able to call his parents. We yell for someone to help us, to help this 16 year old kid - for someone to do anything, to please help us. We get the attention of black female Toronto Special Constable Ottey, with short hair and glasses. We tell her about the 16 year old, she writes down his information and says she'll do something about it. I see her several times in the next few hours, ignoring us as we ask for an update. Poor kid. His poor parents. We see officer White a few more times, he always apologizes. They say they are looking for people they suspect of bigger crimes first - an officer comes by and yells "Islam! Is there an Islam in here?" Nope, no one by that name here.

We start loosing it a little bit. Saying to every office 'You know this is wrong look at us in here!" We hear from the other cells that some only have 20 or 15 guys. Why is this happening? How is this happening? Some guys start screaming, kicking the cage, and shaking it. We can hear this happening all over the place. We yell for help, some cops are laughing, some look devastated and helpless. I'm so thirsty and I'm screaming for water. It felt like nothing I've ever felt before. A prisoner. Innocent. Screaming at my captors for water. Right then my heart broke.

I looked around at the screaming men, the scared kid, the huddled couple, the disgusted Germans, the confused old man, the First Nations man who didn't seem surprised at all, the guards laughing, the others dismayed. Thought about the peaceful things I saw at the park, the grandmothers with AIDS orphans, Kate taken away in handcuffs, the kid with CP roughed up, begging for water and my heart simply broke. That's the only way I can describe it. My beloved country, my city. I looked down at my t-shirt - bright blue with a big white maple leaf and in bold, caps letters below: FREEDOM. I kid you not. I was proud to wear that shirt earlier that day. Now it stung. I was so helpless and empty. For those of you who may not think this sounds like much, or is justified, you weren't there. People from all walks of life were breaking in that place, including police officers. One guy lost it and went into "Fucking pigs! Fucking giving us swine flu! Fuck you!" I always thought people who said things like this don't appreciate that the police have a hard job and deal with so much crap. But right then, I got this guy and those people. People who have been victims of the police. Are all bad? No. But they give into their own kind of mob mentality. I saw the blood lust in those Riot Cops eyes and the disregarded from some of these guards. One man yelled 'We are people! We pay your salary through taxes!" the officer yelled "You don't paying any fucking taxes, look at you!", the university educated, employed man in awe asked "What the hell do you mean?" He walks away laughing.

We yell and scream, beg and cry out. Eventually officers arrive and say "You've been in here too long. Sorry, we'll move some of you" and take six guys, then another six. I went with the second six.

PART 10: Meet the New Rat Cage, Just Like the Old Rat Cage

I'm lead down to Cell Block OL 2. Across from us are large sections of industrial shelves and we can see into deck area where 4 trailers meet, they each have a door. The door I can see says "Booking Room 10" with a red light above it. Cops lean on the railing, laughing, and dancing when people chant slogans from their cells. They think it's hilarious. Coming on 15 hours in custody. There are already around 15 men in this cell. They tell us some guys got removed a while ago. There are many similar stories in here and another journalist. There is one guy in an English soccer jersey that tells me he was at a bar, stepped out for a smoke and was arrested. He was a huge soccer fan and was about to miss the big Germany/England match. The 16 year old was now in this cell. Around 10am there was a shift change in officers and we began begging for water again, maybe these guards would help us. I notice the evidence shelves under label OL 6, there are 5 bags - but there were 40 guys in that cell...where's all our stuff?

My mouth was pasty and dry. Some guys mouths were cracked. We were once again ignored and told to wait. More promises of the Otherside. Some try to sleep on the concrete and share the single metal bench. Officers wander the hallways aimlessly, some calling out names, asking each other what happened to certain prisoners -confused. Several officers repeatedly pass our cell asking for the same names and numbers. Why don't they know where they put anyone? There were hundreds of officers in this place. Why so slow to process? What was the charge? Where is our phone call? I beg for more water. I'm getting dizzy and have been up for 31 hours. The lights never dimmed, no blankets. The majority of everyone I've met so far lives in Toronto.

Another cheese sandwich arrives. My mouth was so dry I had trouble swallowing. Some guys used theirs as pillows. One man asks a guard if he has any kids, the guard says he does and so what? The man says that his two kids have no idea where he is and were expecting him two hours ago. The guard writes some info down and says he'll see what he can do. I'm seeing some spots and getting woozy.

PART 11: Lights Out Tommy Taylor

The next thing I know, I'm outside the cell, surrounded by a few guards. An older female guard with short dark hair and glasses is offering me a cup of watered down Tang and instructing my binds be cut. I'm given a second cup of juice and new, looser cuffs. They ask if I'm ok, I'm so confused about why I'm outside the cell and ask "what's going on?" they ask if I'm alright, and I say "I guess so" then they open the cage and put me back. The guys make room on the bench and sit me down. Asking if I'm ok. "What happened?" I ask with a now splitting headache. "You passed out man!" they tell me. Timber. Over I went, boom to the ground. They yelled to the guards for help, the officers wouldn't come in to get me so the guys had to pick me up and take me to the door. I was then up on my feet and being given juice...so the blanks were now filled in.

I passed out. After begging for water. I passed out and fell over in jail. What was happening to me? No sleep, no water. They men went nuts "Is this what it takes, a guy passing out! Christ!! What's wrong with you monsters!" My head kills, they ask for medical attention for me, I second the motion and we're told "Not right now". Guys slump to the floor in defeat. The female officer who helped me aids in bringing some watery orange Tang to all the cells. We line up, quietly and broken for our drink. I find out from Kate that this same female officer broke down and cried with the women at their cell. She was sobbing and apologizing "This is wrong, you shouldn't be here. This is all so wrong". There own officers couldn't handle it, she was worn down by the injustices she was being ordered to do. This happened in Toronto.

Across from our cell Special Constable C. Smit, a short white female officer with blonde/brown hair stands guard. We nicely talk with her through the cage. "Please tell us how you can do this? We are begging for water in here. This guy is only 16 and this guy passed out. Your co-workers laugh. They are joking to us about our rights and laughing at a disabled kid. You know this is wrong, what's happening" after too much of this, with tears in her eyes she breaks "I don't know anything, no one here knows anything! I'm not even a cop.." she then leaves in a hurry. Madness.

PART 12: Live from Cell Block OL 1, it's Test Their Logik!

So, from out of the blue in the cage next ours a rap starts. About the G8/G20. It's awesome, and holy hell. It's the rap from a video I watched about rap duo appearing at the party supposed to happen Saturday night. And holy hell, those rappers, Test Their Logik are in jail. And now they are singing live in prison. Every cage joining in the chorus "G8, G20, they few, we many!". They do the whole song, the place gets pumped and they finish with everyone singing. Then when it's over well clap, yell, cheer and rattle our cages. It was so awesome; it reminded me of when the prisoners hear the opera song in Shawshank Redemption. Brilliant moment for all of us in detention hell. The song is "Crash the Meeting", see it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ninV5yx7FW4

PART 13: See you in the Parking Lot Special Constable Milrod

The "fuck the pigs" guy is loosing his damn mind. A young guy on the new officer shift, with reddish hair and a goatee seems ready for a fight. He says to the guys in our cell "I want to see all you guys outside in the parking lot, then we'll see what's what. I'll take you down." Wow. He walks way laughing. I inform an actual Toronto Police Officer of what he said and his name. Next we saw Milrod, his nametag was gone and he didn't look at us our speak to us. It's on camera Milrod, with 30 witnesses.

The cops are stilling searching for random names. They claim processing is taking long. One officer says, "We had to arrest 1,000 people, so wait". We theorize that we'll be held until just before the legal 24 hours they can hold without charging, which coincides with the end of the G20 Summit. Spirits are broken, guys lying all around. Two are removed for processing and they tell us they are clearing our cell next. Finally. It's almost 3pm we're told when we ask for the time.

The only evidence I can see that it's the day is a tiny hold 200 feet up with light on the outside. I wonder if anyone knows what happened down at the Novotel or what's happening in here? We've only seen officers - no lawyers, medics or media (other than the ones in cages). It's getting close to 24 hours in custody. I haven't slept in 40 hours and new prisoners are being brought in.. We're told they are trying to process the women first, as they are out of room for female prisoners. I find a silver lining in that, hoping Kate might have gone home.

PART 14: Time to rush and time for rain.

So, they tell us they've doubled the staff and will be moving quickly. Some guys have pulled their hands out of the plastic cuffs. Some are too tight. Some guys are still in metal cuffs. 22 hours in cuffs. Bloody wrists. My head is in hell, my elbow hurts, and my wrists kill. I pull my one hand finally out. Finally I can stretch my arms, after 22 horrid hours. Rub my wrists, but it stings. I guess I always saw people rub their wrists in movies after removing handcuffs - that's bull, it hurts too much. The guards don't care that we're doing this. Why were we all in handcuffs if we were already locked up?

So, bags of evidence are rushed around as officers call out names, holding photographs of some guys, looking around. They mostly just call numbers. My wrist tag is pretty worn out by now, but I remember my number, 0106. The crazy fuck the police guy has exactly 12 stickers on his body with his name. Looks like the police had fun with him. I hear them say "Santos!" That's Ben's last name! I few minutes later I see Ben taken down a hallway with his evidence bag. Awesome I think. See you soon buddy!

We're told we're being taken straight outside. No processing, no interview, no phone calls. We're leaving. The officer who was there when we first arrived and made the Auschwitz joke comes back in for his next day of work, sees us and says, "Holy shit, you guys are still here? What the fuck is going on here?" and walks away. A few more guys are taken from our cell, we're all calling each other brother now, pounding our handcuffed fists and reminding each other of how we'll stay in touch and to tell everyone what's happening in here. Then there is a loud steady booming. A rainstorm. The sound fills the entire chasm. Sounds like heavy rain. They finally take the 16-year-old kid.

As time passes I think about what do when I'm out. Then I hear my name. I almost can't believe it. 23 hours. Was it over? I answered questions about my date of birth and address. They opened the door and led me away. Around the corner, back through another area to the fabled Otherside.

PART 15: Break on Through to the Otherside.

So, just after the G20 was officially over, just before the legal 24 hours they could hold me, I was being rushed out. Convenient. They found a way to keep 500 legal protesters from their Constitutional rights. In this country. Canada. My shirt feels dirty. When I make it to the Otherside I see signs that let me know I was a Level 2 Detainee and I was heading in Levels 3 & 4.

Inside this hanger, more cages and metal detectors. The L3 area housed small groups of men and women, looking battered, some bleeding. They all made peace sign and told me to tell everyone about them. Down another hall, rows of single person cells. These look like leaders, organizers, many bloody. I see the green mohawk guy. He says "Adios". I'm then put into another cage with some former cellmates. They tell me now to worry; they are taking us out one by one from here. There is a younger black guy with an awesome baseball cap; an officer asks, "How'd you get to keep that hat?" "Because I look good in it." he replies smoothly. We all laugh, including the officers. I'm taken out, cuffs cut off and put against a wall to have my photo taken again.

Against the wall I'm told that was arrested for "breach of peace", I will not be charged, but if I am arrested for this or a similar crime again, I will be charged and appear in court. Do not join any more protests and assemblies during the G20. Do you understand these terms." I said I did. He then said "And the bad news is it's raining cats and dogs out there. Take him out" Then, I try to take my jacket from my evidence bag, but am told to head out, don't stop.

I'm out in the pouring rain, it's around 9:30pm, still a little light. I'm told to cross the parking lot. There are large gates with a turnstile to the side. GO through the turnstile riot cops tell me. Out I go. A crowd across the street under tarps and umbrellas cheers for me. I see a basket of apples, I eat 4 and gulp a glass of water. Pats on the back. My mind is ablaze, I can't focus. I don't see Ben or Kate.

PART 16: Scream.

The detention centre was as Eastern Ave. and Pape. I have no money, no wallet, no phone. My head is aching, my wrists raw, body sore and awake for 43 hours. I walk up Pape to Queen. I have a long walk home to Jarvis/Gerrard. My keys and shoelaces are in a bag. Some people didn't get their shoes back. Standing in the rain. No shoes. The angry is whelming up inside, my brain is exploding, tears are filling my eyes and I scream and punch the construction wall next to me. How did this happen? Where are my friends? What did I do? Who was in charge in there? I'm crushed, lost and might as have been hit like by a truck.

I make my way finally to a pay phone by a bar. It's raining and dark. I make a collect call home, Kate answers. She's was out around 4pm and told nothing about myself. I have trouble speaking when she asks if I'm okay. I can barely keep it together. I tell her I'm fine. I'm not. She asks if they beat me - I don't know. I'm standing soaking wet in the rain on a collect call on a payphone with cars whizzing by. It took everything not to fall to my knees. She says take a cab, she's called my parents and the Legacy's are worried. Come home. She hasn't heard from Ben. He's not answering his phone. I finally hail a cab and fall into it.

PART 17: Homecoming.

I arrive home at 11:00pm. Kate's waiting outside. We hug and kiss. I'm starving, soaked, thirsty and sore. We go inside, I call my family and my friend Chris. I can't talk long, I just tell them I'm home and safe. Ben's mom hasn't heard from him, he's not answering his phone. We finally hear from him at 1:00am. They detained him and accused him of being Black Bloc. He was still in bright yellow shirt from work. Horrible things happened to him and Kate. I peel off my soaking wet Canada Freedom t-shirt. I throw it on the ground and get a lighter. I want to burn it. I don't. I drink juice, we eat. We're so sad. Our lives have changed. I was shivering and couldn't form sentences. A shower. I couldn't sleep. I had 38 emails. Where are you? My production team for the show I'm directing at SummerWorks wonder where I am, we have things to do. I send brief messages, make a note on facebook. I also notice how many people are raging about the protesters on facebook. Of course, the news is all about burning cop cars and broken windows. Things went exactly as I said when I saw those photos the previous afternoon. Jesus, it worked. Everyone got spoon fed a justification for the 1.2 Billion spent.

NOW:
That's all true. Think about it. Is this Canada? Do you think this is right? You don't want to live in a country where this happens. It's changed my whole outlook and attitude on life. My responsibility to every human being in this world. Plato said, "The Price of Apathy towards public affairs is to be Ruled by Evil Men." I used that as a tagline for a play I co-wrote and directed in the 2006 Toronto Fringe, called Lifeboat. Back then I felt pretty good that I explored these issues in my theatre work. Now I know it has to be a part of my life. The World needs you. Educate yourself. Your comfort is shame; your looking away kills people. You're not small. You're not helpless. You can something. You have a voice, don't let them silence you before you even try to speak.

This guy, Dan, was in my cell, he’s gay and was segregated by homophobic police:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ntcr5E_LE7M&feature=related

Think this is bullshit? Fine, stick with the mainstream media, but look what they say:

Read what happened to other at The Toronto Star:
http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/torontog20summit/article/829921--i-will-not-forget-what-they-have-done-to-me

Read what happened to National Post photographers:
http://news.nationalpost.com/2010/06/27/12572/

The truth is tough from the violence:
http://www.prisonplanet.com/peaceful-protesters-attacked-arrested-while-cop-car-arsonists-left-alone.html

Or is it like this?
http://toronto.mediacoop.ca/blog/oshipeya/3966

Watch an account from a prisoner, jump to 2:20 minutes:
http://www.youtube.com/user/Nostos5#p/a/f/0/J1rfVnllhTU

Read all the news you and be your own judge:
http://2010.mediacoop.ca/

The Kroaky & Christy video podcast part 2

2010-06-09T23:42:00.000+01:00

what is the meaning of life?

2010-06-08T19:01:00.001+01:00

The exploration of conciousness of experiential diversity within oneness!

Ask me anything

What is your favourite film of all time?

2010-06-08T17:24:00.001+01:00

Is it even possible to answer this question? Comedy - 'Spinal Tap', but 'Star Wars' I guess for nostalgic reasons! What's yours?

Ask me anything

Do you believe there's intelligent life on other planets?

2010-06-05T18:20:00.001+01:00

Absolutely!!

Ask me anything

Daniel Estulin exclusive: Bilderberg are terrified!

2010-06-04T15:01:00.000+01:00

David Icke - HUMAN RACE, GET OFF YOUR KNEES : A Project Avalon Interview...

2010-05-26T18:11:00.000+01:00

Imogen

2010-05-24T21:58:00.001+01:00

Imogen-001.jpg
Originally uploaded by Kroaky

My niece's new daughter, who I met for the first time last week.

Welcome to planet Earth!

Xxx

Kroaky's Crop Circle Tour

2010-05-14T13:15:00.003+01:00

Welcome to a new series for the summer of 2010 from Kroaky, where I will be investigating the crop circle phenomena, and inviting you on my journey of discovery.

I will be sharing my research with you and hopefully meeting some other researchers to interview and have discussions with. What do you think they are? Aliens? Vortex energy? Wind? Tractors? Elaborate pranksters? Well hopefully, this summer I will get further to the truth. Stay tuned...

These two circles that showed up next to Old Sarum and Stonehenge and were the first two patterns reported this year.

My camera was playing up in the making of these videos, the battery ran low really quick and didn't record some great footage that I had been filming (including a great interview with 2 people that i'd met in the circle, was a real shame).

Keep checking back regularly, as I will be hopefully doing a film about each pattern that turns up this year.

© Copyright Kroaky Productions 2010. All Rights Reserved. This video maybe displayed in public, copied and redistributed for any strictly non-commercial use in its entire unedited form. Alteration or commercial use is strictly prohibited.

Bouncing Birthday!

2010-04-28T22:03:00.003+01:00

Had a great Birthday today.

My gifts were a rebounder, rebounder excercise DVD and juice flask from www.juicemaster.com

Books: 'Anastasia' by Vladimir Megre, 'Human Race: Get off your Knees' by David Icke and 'The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari' by Robin S.Sharma (and a book token)

I aslo got some money in my cards. woop! (Will buy a much needed external hard drive tomorrow)

Check out rebounder facts from NASA:-

The results of trampoline vs. treadmill study were startling to the scientists. Following are some of the results revealed by this team of scientists from NASA:

1. The G-force measured at the ankle was always more than twice the G-force measured at the back and fore- head while running on a treadmill.

This helps to explain shin splints and knee problems, especially when the natural shock absorbing system of the body becomes so fatigued that it doesn't do its job correctly, thus throwing added unexpected forces on already tired muscles, ligaments, and tendons, forcing them beyond the point of rupture.

2. While jumping on a trampoline, the G-.force was almost the same at all three points, (ankle, back, forehead) and well below the rupture threshold of a normal healthy Individual.

This makes it possible to exercise the entire body knowing that there is no undue pressure applied to any part of the body such as the feet, ankles, and legs, and at the same time knowing that each part of the body is receiving the necessary environmental stresses it needs to become stronger cell by cell.

3. "The external work output at equivalent levels of oxygen uptake was significantly greater while trampolining than running. The greatest difference was about 68% ."

The efficient use of the vertical forces of acceleration and deceleration to produce internal loading by directly opposing the gravitational pull develops more biomechanical work with less energy expended, thus less oxygen used and less demand placed on the heart.

4. While trampolining, as long as the G-force remained below 4-Gs, the ratio of oxygen consumption compared to biomechani- cal conditioning was sometimes more than twice as efficient as treadmill running.

It is Important to note that although this experiment was performed on a trampoline where the participants were able to develop a G-force as high as 8-G's, the efficient use of energy was below 4-G's. People involved in rebound exercise on rebound units have been measured only as high as 3.5-G's, (United States Air Force, Dr. Ward Dean) so that any activity on a rebound unit is more efficient than treadmill running at any speed.

5. With the G-force the same as or greater than 4-G's II ...there was no significant difference in the oxygen uptake between the two regimens."

Even when a person is able to develop a force on the trampoline of more than 4- G's, although it is no more efficient as far as oxygen consumption than running, it is still much better on the lower extremities because all of the cells of the body are still below their rupture threshold providing a safe way to exercise.

6. " ...averting the deconditioning that occurs during the immobilization of bed rest or space flight, due to a lack of gravireceptor stimulation (in addition to other factors), requires an acceleration profile that can be delivered at a relatively low metabolic cost. .for equivalent metabolic cost, and acceleration profile from jumping will provide greater stimuli to gravireceptors."

This statement verifies the fact that rebound exercise is an excellent exercise for our senior citizens, those physically handicapped, those who are recuperating from an accident or injury, or anyone else who needs exercise but is hampered by a preexisting physical condition.

Happy Bouncing

Kroaky!

Calling all Actors/Scriptwriters!

2010-02-28T14:22:00.025Z

Do you have a talent/experience in Acting?
Have you got a flair for scriptwriting/storytelling?
Are you or have you ever been a member of an amateur (or even pro) dramatics company?
Do you have that urge to be performing more with a great cast?
Would you rather be performing in front of the camera than on stage?
Do you want to be part of something special?
Do you have the time, commitment and dedication to be involved in an exciting new project?
Do you live near or around the Southampton area (or could drive to get here)?

If your answer is yes to the above questions, then read on....

Kroaky Productions is soon to be embarking on a new project...

A new online television programme, where the cast meet once or twice a week, like any amateur dramatic company, to write, rehearse and film this new series.

You would be in the driving seat from the very beginning to shape your character and storyline. Each week we will have brainstorming sessions as to what new exciting storylines could happen to take our characters on wild adventures in life and love. It will be filmed in a style that will make the whole process quick and easy. Instead of friends and family coming to the theatre to see you in play e.t.c. they will be able to see each episode from the comfort of their own Computer or DVD Player. And not only that, you will be able to build up a comprehensive show reel of all your best moments.

There are no upper age limits, but I would ask that this is for over eighteens only. Initially I will be looking for 2 males and 2 females for the main characters. If there is more interest and more great talent out there that cannot be overlooked, the project is flexible enough to have an extra character or two. Plus I'd like to have a list of people that would be interested in walk-on parts and extras. So please just apply!

Each episode will be roughly 5 minutes long and initially one series will be about 20 episodes, the finished product will be made available to all once editing is completed.

If anyone is interested in embarking on this new journey to improve their life/acting skill/storytelling and has the time, commitment and dedication to be involved for the duration then please contact Kroaky@aol.com

Please send a CV or letter to say what kind of experience you have had and why you want to be part of this project e.t.c.
There will be no auditions as such, but I will certainly want to meet you for an informal chat, also if you have any footage of you acting in shows please send any links to it online or bring it with you to the meeting.

Well I think that's it for now, but if there any more questions, please don't hesitate to contact me on email Kroaky@aol.com

I look forward to hearing from you.

Liam.
Xxx

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Talentcall Starts Again!

2010-02-25T11:21:00.002Z

Talentcall has now started again for 2010. We had the first auditions on Sunday 21st February, which went well. Not as many people showed up as we hoped, but I think that was due to advertising! Still plenty of time, the heats dont start till June/July.

In the evening we had a live lounge showcase, check out the video.

Head over to The Talentcall Blog to check out more.

Cheers guys, Speak Soon.

Kroaky

Valentine's Day

2010-02-14T20:40:00.002Z

Hey Guys,

Instead of a blog, I decided to make a video. Some people make too much of a big deal out of this day. I feel you should always show love to your partner, family, friends, every day of the year, why make one day special?

Hope this makes you giggle :-)

Peace.
Kroaky

Bill Hicks knew the truth!

2010-02-13T00:15:00.000Z

The world is like a ride in an amusement park and when we choose to go on it we think it's real, because thats's how powerful our minds are. And it goes up and down and round and round, it has thrills and chills and its very brightly colored and very loud, and it's fun - for a while.

Some people have been on the ride for a long time and after a while they begin to question: Is this real, or is it just a ride? But some people have remembered, and they come back to us and they say. "Hey, don't worry and don't be afraid ever, because this is just a ride" - and we kill those people...

"Shut him up! Ive got a lot invested in this ride... Look at my furrows of worry... Look at my big bank account... Look at my family... This has to be real"

But it's just a ride.

But we always kill those good guys who try to tell us that and we let the demons run amok. But it doesnt matter, because it's just a ride - and we can change it any time we want.

All we need is the choice.

No effort, no work, no job, no savings or money - just a choice - right now - between fear & love.

The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns and and close yourself off, the eyes of love instead, see all of us as one.

Here's what we can do to change the world to a better ride right now. Take all the money we spend on weapons and defence every year and instead spend it feeding, clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would many times over, not one human being excluded and we can explore space...

together...

both inner and outer...

forever...

...in peace.

February 2010 - Part One - Money

2010-02-04T11:48:00.020Z

1st - Well this month kicked off with a one day course that the Job Centre sent me on called "Realistic Jobs for Me" - oh dear *shakes head* oh dear, oh dear!
To be honest, it was a bit of fun and the people who ran it were nice, but my evaluation of it was that it is a complete waste of money to the taxpayer, or whoever funds these kind of things. It's designed for people who are depressed and lacking in motovation, not the happy, intellegent four that actually turned up! Well five turned up, but one left in a right state, no idea what was wrong with him but he almost had a breakdown. The course is for people like him......but he left!!! See what I mean?

2nd - A trip to the market and a few shops to get the bare essentials, left me with no money....again!!! Living with no money and depleting food, gas (heating) and petrol is actually beginning to take its toll on me. Staying in a positive frame of mind is hard when faced with poverty looming forever near. Oh well, at least I can watch the final season premeire of 'Lost' before I go and pick up the local paper to search for jobs!

4th - Just got back from the bank, I got a statement printed out because I wanted to know why my money dissapeared so fast, and it seems I have had bank charges for a direct debit that I was certain went out on the 20th, not the 3rd. Why is it that poor people are charged for being POOR! How can these thieving criminals sleep at night?

5th - I am Wealth, I am Abundance, I am Joy!
I discovered an amazing book:-

It has completely changed the way I think about things. I felt I knew most of this stuff and had read loads on 'The Secret' and the 'Law of Attraction', but this guy explains it in such a simple way that makes you think, OMG!! of course!! It's so easy. It made me realise the error in my thinking. I thought I was such a positive thinking person until I read this and realised I have actually been very negative, I mean, Look at my posts from 1st to 4th. Well from now on, my posts are going to be very much different! Follow me on my journey to wealth conciousness, you can come too, how cool is that?? :-D

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January 2010 - Health

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Happy New Ears - What I got up to New Years Eve to send 2009 away and welcome 2010

So I'd say the year started good for me on an inward level, but could have been better on an outward one. In fact, this year so far has been focused mainly on a transformation of mind and body. The year in review of my last post definatly helped me clear out the mental cobwebs and gave me the incentive to change things on a physical level. (No not new actual ears or anything!!)

Me and Chris T met up to talk about writing comedy sketches for my youtube channel.

January has definatly been one of removing of old negative patterns and replacing them with new positive ones. The main difference in my life is that I have completely changed my diet after reading a couple of books by Jason Vale on juicing, and researching the raw food lifestyle.
After juicing for only a week my dangerously high blood pressure regulated to normal levels. I had tried everything I had researched on the subject and even bought expensive pills off the internet claiming miraculous effects, but to no avail. But somehow the raw food diet seemed to be calling me, so I stumbled upon David Wolfe and Shazzie material, which in turn, led to me discovering Jason Vale. These three together seemed to have consolodated everything you need to know about becoming a raw foodist.

I even talked about it when I was interviewed for a radio show!

But in the main, January had been a bit of a non starter, with all the snow, freezing weather and very little money, I stayed in a lot, read books, experimented with foods and juicing and did my usual internet research. I'm hopeing, no, planning to make February a better, more productive month.

Peace
Kroaky

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2009 - The Year in Review

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After reading through all my facebook status' and events diary for the year, and it being close to it's end, I thought I'd do a bit of cut and pasting and use them to do a review of 2009 from my perspective.

January
It was not a very fortuitous start to the year. I'd started it at 'The Hobbit' pub with a couple of guys from work who I'd only just started getting to know, waiting for other friends who never showed.
Normally The beginning of the year is an exciting one with lots of friends, looking forward to what the new year may bring! This one was just bland, which was setting the scene for most of 2009 as it turned out.

I spent January watching films and TV programmes, such as Big Brother, 24, Heroes and Lost. I also spent a great deal of time going to work and finishing essays and presentations for university.

Big news events that were personally noted, include; the death of Patrick McGoohan, Barak Obama's Inauguration and his Zombie cult followers and the new UK law that criminalises Photographers and Videographers that take images of the Police!

February
Continuation of work and university with weekly doses of 24 and Heroes while discovering after effects, along with weekly trips to the Calshot climbing walls which was making my back and shoulder injury worse.

March
My back and shoulder continued to worsen which frequented headaches, migraines and insomnia which was leaving me taking ibuprofen and solpadene almost daily.

I regularly listened to Alex Jones to keep up with the latest alternative news which caused my own sister to delete me from facebook, because I didn't share the same political and spiritual viewpoint on Obama as she does. Well maybe that wasn't the real reason, but I thought it was at the time, but it's ok, we're on the same page now :-D
During my usual internet research sessions, I was saddened to find out that the house I was born in has now been converted into a cafe

Film of the month was 'Watchmen'

April
After seeing Youtube was upside down for April Fools Day I realised that Watching Films, youtube clips, researching the New World Order and sleeping all day was not going to get my final dissertation done! Work and Universirty continued, along with the Headaches and Shoulder/Back getting worse!

This month ended on a downer when I had got suspended from work for putting a comedy video clip up on my facebook page to make my work buddies chuckle. I won't go into it all again, I was recorded on a youtube clip to explain my story.

It all came at the wrong time really, one month left at university, a dissertaion to finish, a sit-com to film, direct and edit were the main things on my mind, and they wanted me to go through a disciplinary process (that I knew from the outset was set up for me to lose, it was the obvious one sided wording of the questions that gave it away. lol)

I heard the tragic news of the death of a friend and old Beaulieu co-worker who I hadn't seen for about a year. It still affected me nonetheless and caused me to question a lot of personal issues and spiritual beliefs i had.

I also had probably the worst Birthday ever, one that was supposed to be a special one and I was attacked for voicing some information that I had recently discovered. Defending myself and things I have found to be true, isn't always met with positive reactions. In this situation, I felt, removing myself from the arguement for a while to clear my thinking was the best course of action. It was interpreted by others in a different and negative way, however, which resulted in me spending my birthday alone. It was the lowest point of my year!

May
This month saw me finish uni as I handed in my final dissertation for university "Comedy and the Social Critic", I also directed, starred in and edited the final piece, a half hour sit-com, called "Warpaint", written by Tom Pinnock.

The filming of the Talentcall auditions took place this month too. Although I finally got told I was sacked from Odeon, things were starting to look up and I was starting to feel happier, maybe it was the summer was coming? It usually has that effect.

June
We had the screening of 'Warpaint', hardly anyone turned up and the reaction didn't seem that good, even one of the cast members reactions was "That was Shit!!" - Thank you, Robin Shaw! At least Uni was over!!

I started filming various day trips I went on:

That was with Chris J, this one was with Chris T:

I heard the news that Michael Jackson died on the 25th of this month!

July

With university now over and being dissmissed from my part time job at odeon, i was free to do my internet research which comprised of Absolute irrifutable scientific proof of nano-thermite in the world trade centre buildings on 9/11 and the whole swine flu vaccine propaganda. Your governement may be big, but it's not your brother!

The Talentcall heats started this month and the first few shows were a big success, but Terminator 4 was a bit of a let down.

I took ellie into our first crop circle and we also went to paultons park.

My photo and write up about the Odeon sacking went into the southampton echo.

August
The second season of 'True Blood' was amazing! I also liked the two films, 'This is England'and 'fighting'.
Me, Magentapixie and Miss Magickal had a great time at the Gaunts House Summer Gathering this year.

And Talentcall filming continued with all 12 heats being completed and starting the semi finals. I had a few good nights out, liked the evening at the soul cellar with Chris, Ellie and Nella. I also got hooked on Big Brother this summer!

Me and Chris T also took a random trip to Bournemouth.

September
Semi finals of Talentcall were completed, great acts were through to the Talentcall Final, but so sad to see some of our favourite acts not get through :-(

I loved the film 'District 9', 'Camp Fema' and the new 'Loose Change - An American Coup'. Charlie Sheen announced his '20 minutes with the president' plan.

Had an awesome time at the TPUC.org gathering! John Harris is even more amazing when you meet him than in his videos. And on the way home I got flashed by a speed camera!!! Oh the Irony!!!!

I also had a run in with a security guard!! When Injustice becomes law, Rebellion becomes duty!

We lost Patrick Swayze this month - RIP.
I was Working on introduction videos for the big screens at the talentcall final on Oct 11th at Bournemouth Pavillion which were Selling out fast!

October
I decided to wage peace on the world, while Ireland unfortunately voted yes to Lisbon treaty. Sad day for Ireland. Welcome to the EU Dictatorship!

Flash Forward and Stargate Univers were the latest shows I was getting excited about, and Heroes was still on too :-)

I had some of my parents old cine films of me and my family transferred to DVD and was sat transfixed while watching!

TALENTCALL FINAL was a great success!!! Well done to all who took part!

Finally I started seeing a chiropractor to sort out my bad shoulder, back and neck. I'm glad the headaches eased off. The tomato soup and crackers helped too.

The Moon bombing live, was a let down, but the film 'Moon' was great!!

Me and Chris T went to winchester for a spot of filming.

And the month was ended off with a great 3 days in a 5 star hotel in London at the Convergence Conference with David Wilcock, I had an amazing time!

Also enjoyed Mike Vaughn's first solo gig at the talking heads.

November
The first week of this month was spent in Spain!
I Kept up to date with things back home via an Internet cafe in Javea! it was really hot there, 28 degrees, often was sat in the sun by the pool while people were cold and wet back in England :-p
When I landed I got a text from Vodafone saying "Welcome to France!!" - What's going on there then?!?!?!?

I watched my little spidergirl in a climbing competition, then we came back and watched I'm a celebrity!What the heck was wrong with Katie Price's top lip???

Donny Osmond was lypsynching to Crazy Horses and the first episode of the remake of "The Prisoner" was Awful Awful Awful!!

My Degree came through the post, bit of a bland, boring design, but hey, I'm now oficially a Batchelor of Arts!

I went to the Joiners for the first time in about 2 years with my good friend Mike Vaughn for the launch show of 'The Program Initiative', a band with a difference, they played behind a screen showing a abstract film they had been shooting and editing on and off for the last year, was a great evening

Was almost in a car accident!! If it hadn't been for something in my brain that made me swerve at just the right time and in just the right direction!! - What kind of motorcyclist overtakes on a blind corner????

December
My first chocolate out of my advent calender fell out of the window onto the floor :'-( Still......3 second rule eh? yummm! :-D I dressed up as a clown for my daughters science film project, made my first ever homemade pesto sauce and was backing Joe to win on X Factor but Rage Against The Machine to get Christmas number one!

Best films were 2012 and Law Abiding Citizen, but Ihave to say 'AVATAR' is quite frankly the BEST film I have ever seen, and now ranks as my Favourite film of all time!

Talentcall held a successful acoustic night at the royal bath and the Final DVD was finally finished! But the quality of the picture turned out awful, it was decided it wasn't good enough to be sold. Oh well, at least I was freezing in my flat and my PC got a virus!! So I decided I would be ǝןƃuɐ ʇuǝɹǝɟɟıp ɐ ɯoɹɟ pןɹoʍ ǝɥʇ ʇɐ ʞooן ɐ ƃuıʞɐʇ and started updating my facebook stautus from my new LG Viewty phone.

Christmas Eve I announced to the world, BAH Humbug! until 3 ghosts showed up at my door and taught me about goodwill to all mankind! So I wished everyone to have a wonderful christmas!!

New years eve was looming, I had no where to go, and no one to go with....I really started missing the Nexus!
But.....I eventually got tickets for the Wahoo new years eve bash! Goodbye 2009, here's to a much better 2010 :-)

Like I stated at the beginning, this piece of wrting is mainly comprised of my facebook statuses of the year and was a way for me of releasing all the energy associated with 2009, some of the statements made during the year, may not be my opinion or belief now!

Happy New Ears!