Well, I think I’ve reached the logical conclusion of what what a dadmum like me can say on this subject of Baby P. Grief. Club. Cult. Now that it seems to be merging with the McCann stuff, it’s starting to look like another gateway drug to harder and more soul-destroying stuff too. Going to see if I can fritter away some of my life on the lighter posts from the recent past instead.

Thanks for putting up with MY shit on this subject everyone. Please send any spare Oxytocin you may have on a postcard to the usual address…

Either way I expect to topple like a felled tree before long.

Good night all. God bless and sweet dreams.

If the grief junkies want to do something, let them do something positive. Volunteer work, perhaps. Adopt a chav. Take them out for the day. Show them life isn’t all Jeremy Kyle, Pot Rice and crackpipes. Maybe it’ll do no good - but it’ll be a damn sight better than dragging their own kids to stand by the fake grave of a cremated child they never met and were never likely to meet; at the behest of newspapers that would see his peers were thrown into twenty-first century workhouses in a heartbeat if they could.

My real name is actually Stuart. Now you can see why I use a nick. Magnetite is a nod to a preternaturally good sense of direction that is one of my few plus points. You can spin me round with my eyes shut and 8 times out of 10 I’ll still accurately find North. Not much to brag about I know, but since it exists below the conscous level, I’m still pretty amazed by it myself.

Daddy died when I was fourteen, and though I cared for him practically alone in the years of his slow deterioration from the many ilnesses his work had given him instead of a carriage clock for a retirement gift I never felt smothered by him.

Do I want a bad boy? Well, I tried the whole manlove thing briefly in college; but it wasn’t my cup of tea - so no, I don’t think so. A bad girl on the other hand - now you’re talking!

I am poor. Churchmouse poor - and was educated at a Comprehensive school near a shithole mining village. Sadly, the whole doing something for someone who wasn’t me (though I look much like my passed-on pater) stymied my formal education, so I had to do it myself. That’s why it’s hit-and-miss. Don’t let my clumsy eloquence fool you. I just bloody love my language for the subtle, yet powerful tool that it is.

And, lastly - the world fills me with futile rage, Rich. Why do you think I became I misanthrope? People like you who tell me to stop pissing when they should be encouraging me to start.

To sum up: How wrong can you be?

Still, best regards to you and to those who put up with your shit. My kids only pity me, but since I fostered that attitude in them to make sure they didn’t repeat my mistakes I don’t hold it against them. I’ll be able to mooch from them when they’re gainfully employed after the university educations, and better lives, I urged them toward anyway.

Wow, I sound like a fucking saint now. I’d better blot my copybook, and quick!

I have drawn up new laws wherein social workers will be replaced - wholesale - and immediate neighbours and community workers will be offered the chance to be thoroughly nosey and intrusive - and they will be paid to teach some parenting skills to this filthy sub-strata of society who do not give a flying fuck about their offspring!

Social workers will simply have to be given the same powers of the police forthwith - or we will get absolutely nowhere.

It is going to take a completely different personality-type to be a social worker from now on! They are going to have to stop pandering to a lot of social welfare reforms that have crept in during the past twenty years - and get fucking real!

It’s a jungle out there and there is a breed of kids that is growing up wild. Some children like Baby P - won’t even get the chance to grow up!

It would have been nice to see a Left-Wing paper get off its arse and do some decent reporting on the case - instead of the Sun jumping up and down and using it as an excuse - not just to bring down Haringey - but to start its daily pumping out of tripe to get the working classes to vote errrrrrrr ……… Tory.

Surely not …….. But yes …….. the Gunning for Gordie Campaign starts right here.

There’s nothing like a little bit of civil unrest and a dash of outrage from the unwashed to unseat a PM. Ask Thatcher.

Gordie - I think your days are numbered