Monthly Archives: March 2010

Stranded on Mog Mog – not exactly in my opinion…

Most of us have seen enough episodes of reality shows like ‘Shipwreck’ to know that life on a deserted island is not all that it might seem. Any show we have seen that has involved living off the land, battling the elements, existing in close range with your fellow strandees always loses it’s gloss once the food runs out, the fire refuses to light and the insects start biting big time.

We also know that any island in the Pacific Ocean that has people living on it, no matter how small, is not entirely isolated and has regular visits by large ships with supplies. They also have phones, get mail delivered and maintain radio contact with mainland Australia. They have to when you get idiots like the Barrie family from Western Australia getting stranded for the second time in a year by running their boat ashore on a reef. Andrew Barrie has for two years running loaded his boat up with his wife and two young daughters, sailed off into the wild blue yonder, and ended up shipwrecked due to his appalling navigation skills. This year they have managed to get themselves stuck on a tiny atoll called Mog Mog which last saw action when it played host to a lot of US sailors during WWII. Nobody else would really want to go there but Mr Barrie has no doubt seen a golden opportunity to play Gilligans Island with his poor family.

The two girls, ten and twelve, were originally taken out of school for two years so that they could travel around on Dads haphazardly driven boat. Mum is a teacher so apparently that’s okay – who needs the social interaction of school when you can be stuck on a radioactive atoll with Mum, Dad and a bunch of natives for company…? six months is the time it will supposedly take Dad to fix his boat, I’d say it will be two before he runs it ashore again. But what an education those two girls will get in the meantime: how to dig a hole for the toilet, how to scoop the meat out of a turtles cavity, how to survive exotic insect bites and not develop tropical ulcers, how to keep an eye out for a tsunami while dodging the eye of the local tribal chief.

I’d say you can bet the whole six months will be captured on camera and will show up on our tv screens – everyone has a camcorder on hand when one is shipwrecked these days. The family will spend an idyllic six months eating turtles, crabs, assorted rodents and vermin cooked on an open fire while the tribal chief plays his guitar at night – eyeing up the two little girls as his next wives no doubt (think Pitcairn Island….) – while Dad tinkers with his boat. The fact that ships regularly call at the tiny port with supplies and can actually take this family back to the mainland and all it’s safety and comforts is neither here nor there – that would not make for good television would it…?

And before you go talking about the benefits of the ‘university of life’ for these girls just bear in mind that they are stuck not on the island of Fiji or the Blue Lagoon – but a dry, arid heap of sand that loses much of it’s landmass when the tide is high. It sounds like anything but an island paradise to me and by the time those six months are up I’d say the wife and kids will be ready to sell Dad to the nearest tribe for a raft and some oars. This man is a menace behind the rudder, two shipwrecks in two years??? I have one bit of advice for his wife though…sell the bloody boat when you get home!

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Denise Van Outen – the most boring pregnancy ever…?

I did a survey recently of those here – and seeing as I am the only one here the result was unanimous. It appears too that the general public are in agreement…Denise Van Outen is the owner of the most boring pregnancy in celebritydom and we all just want her to have her kid and disappear!

Countless times over recent months we have been treated to pictures of the smug-looking Denise flaunting her growing bump – we know dear that you are the first woman ever to have a baby but please…we have had enough of you. And one other thing that reeeallyy annoys us is your habit of constantly…

cradling…

your bump in every..

bloody photograph you’re in…

yes, we can tell you’re pregnant already!

Yes, it’s obvious dear – there’s a baby in there!!!

so what’s with the hand on the bump all the time!!!!

OKAY OKAY – YOU’RE KNOCKED UP…NOW GO AWAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!

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Killed like Baby Peter: 3 year old Ryan Lovell-Hancox dies at the hands of his mother’s friends.

It took just just on eleven months for 17 month old Peter Connelly to succumb to the sadistic abuse which began when Stephen Barker moved into his home and into his mother’s bed. In just under a year Barker, and later his brother, would work as a team to inflict the most shocking torture on the little boy while mother, Tracey Connelly, ignored his cries and his suffering. She ignored him so much he eventually died in his cot; alone and with his front baby teeth knocked down his throat, bones broken, every inch of his body bruised and paralysed with his spine snapped in half. While the nation reacted in horror at this story and Peter’s plight it would be hard to imagine that at the same time his mother and killers were preparing for their trials another child was enduring the same ordeal. It is incredible to think that anyone at that time involved in abusing a child could not have been brought to their senses in some way by what they saw on the news about Peter – his story was everywhere and yet despite this two people were doing exactly the same thing to another little boy.

It took just four weeks for little Ryan Lovell-Hancox to die. Three year old Ryan (above) was a normal, active little boy. His mother, Amy Hancox, wanted to do some decorating around her house and decided she was unable to cope with both Ryan and the decorating so she gave him to a cousin Kayley Boleyn, (both below) and her crack-addict boyfriend Christopher Taylor, to be looked after. She paid Boleyn £40 a week to care for her child – the dysfunctional and barely literate 18 year old Boleyn and her boyfriend proceeded to abuse the child, inflicting over seventy injuries on his little body before he was admitted to hospital with severe head injuries on 22nd December 2008 where he died two days later.

The catalogue of abuse and terror Ryan was subjected to at the filthy flat in Slim Avenue, Bilson near Wolverhampton is sickening to read. He was not fed, he was locked in cupboards, he was screamed at so violently he wet himself in sheer terror – his face had been rubbed in his own urine until the skin was scraped from his nose. His eyes bore the same injuries as those suffered by head-on car crash victims. What makes a mother like Amy Hancox, who by all means was said to be a loving mother to her son, hand her child over to two sadists like Taylor and Boleyn? how could she be so stupid as to not even sense that something so wrong was happening to her child? how could she put decorating her house above the welfare of her own son…

Once again a litany of mistakes cost Ryan his precious life; housing officers who called at the flat and failed to report what they saw, social workers supervising Boleyn who was living in the flat provided for her by a support group, neighbours who heard the child crying and being screamed at constantly and did nothing, care agencies monitoring both Boleyn and Taylor who did not communicate with each other…a mother whose instincts left a lot to be desired. She claimed her child was a “really sweet and loving little boy…” - so why did she need to give him away…?

Just reading about the lives of Boleyn and Taylor make you wonder why you would ever leave a dog in their care let alone a three year old child. Boleyn; the sixth of eight children of an addict mother and fathered by several different men – barely literate and totally incompetent with regards to young children, a poorer choice you could not make. And Christopher Taylor; a violent crack-addict with poor mental health and alcohol problems. And into this squalid, chaotic environment one day walked three year old Ryan Lovell-Hancox. Four weeks later, on Christmas Eve, he was dead.

Both Taylor and Boleyn have been convicted of murder and are due to be sentenced soon.

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