Paul Farrell Jailed

 

See here for essential background: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2020/11/gosh-porter-admits-child-abuse.html.
Paul Farrell, the Great Ormond Street Hospital porter who admitted numerous counts of child sexual abuse has been jailed. He's been sentenced to eighteen years in prison, not as long as I would like. My only hope is that the other inmates will make those eighteen years feel like eighteen hundred. Even though he did not target patients as victims, Farrell abused his position to pretend to be friends with patients' parents to the point when they would let him act as their babysitter, leaving the children helpless in his clutches. This "grooming" of an entire family by an abuser is something I have personal experience of, see: http://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2009/01/eyes-of-centaur.html. I can only reiterate what I said in the background article above. Most hospital porters, in fact almost all of them apart from Farrell, are decent, honourable and noble professionals. Unfortunately the modern NHS does seem to attract many people with, shall we say, "alarming personalities", but statistics show that the vast majority of hospital crimes, and the most severe of them, are committed by civilians. Remember, Dr Harold Shipman and Beverley Allitt were not porters.
See here for more information: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2015/05/killer-nurses.html.
And: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2015/12/nhs-nurses-destroy-patients-doll.html.

Dating Advice for HP's

 

I'd like to provide some advice for hospital porters new to the profession on a rather touchy personal subject; dating. Hospital portering is an unusual experience because portering in the UK is male dominated. About 95% of porters are men; however in the NHS as a whole 46% of its servicepeople are female. This average varies depending on the professions and unit. Nursing is still female dominated. A hospital might appear to be the perfect place for a porter to meet a new partner, but unfortunately it is not (Assuming you are a male heterosexual like me; I can't speak for the alternatives). The NHS is very hierarchical; in fact its society is not unlike the caste system of India. Porters are on the very lowest level of that pecking order and nurses very rarely "date down". The old cliché of a nurse's ambition to marry a doctor is completely real. Of those who do not marry doctors or have relationships with them, they tend to choose very conventional men who are of an equal or higher status to themselves. I did manage to go on romantic nights out with nurses on three occasions during my twenty-three years of service. None of these instances progressed to a full relationship. All three women lost interest in me for the same reason; it was after they "popped the question", see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt9VC005Ds0 and: https://hpanwo-radio.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-gas-spanner-programme-7.html. Of course there were porters who went out with nurses, but all of them were of two varieties; either they were manifestly not wedded to hospital portering or they were able to put on a good act, pretend to be an alpha, see the background links below for details. Obviously both of those options are out of the question for me. Of course not all nurses are the same; they are individuals just like the rest of us, but I never encountered any such individual in my entire career. Or to be precise, it is likely that I did, but peer pressure prevented them from expressing their uniqueness, Conformity is such a prevalent factor in the NHS. nevertheless, you still have a good chance of meeting somebody right for you. There are many women in other PAM's such as domestic, admin, estates and catering, where the taboo against going out with porters is lessened or even absent. You might also meet somebody exceptional in your new life; a courageous woman who battles against peer pressure. Just because I never did it doesn't necessarily prevent you from doing so. It's important not to become cynical and descend into the negative, bitter and heartbreaking world of MGTOW, see background links. I am against creating a persona too. Just be yourself. There's no point finding a girlfriend if they only way you can do so is hiding your real personality beneath a fake facade. It's not a sellers' market out there for a porter, but be positive, be friendly and be confident. There are never guarantees, but you might meet somebody who will be a genuine companion and will make you truly happy. good luck!
See here for background: https://hpanwo-tv.blogspot.com/2019/10/am-i-mgtow.html.
And: https://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.com/2016/12/why-do-women-never-date-nice-guys.html.
And: https://hpanwo-tv.blogspot.com/2017/11/nice-guys-update.html.
And: https://hpanwo-tv.blogspot.com/2020/11/nice-guys-reply-to-stefan-molyneux.html.

Elbert and Oscar- One Year On

 

It is now just over a year since the deaths of two Oxford Radcliffe porters, Elbert Rico and Oscar King Jr. One of our colleagues wrote this and shared it with all the porters on social media:
"This weekend marks first anniversary of premature passing away of my two working colleagues, Elbert Rico and Oscar King Jr. One of these moments I thought we won't have to revoke. That we will endure even through worse storms in our lives. And live (and work together) for many more years... It turned out otherwise. That is why we need to enjoy every moment of our life that is given, as it is unpredictable. Today, depending if you are religious or not, say a prayer for them. Or stop for a moment and share a thought; and possibly light up two candles in the evening, in memory of Elbert and Oscar. Thank you."
Elbert (usually known simply as "Rico") and Oscar are on Eternal Nightshift. Rest in Peace MEP&DBP's with Hospital Porters Pride and Dignity.

C19 Va666ine Compulsory for NHS

 

It has been revealed that the government are making plans to force NHS frontline staff to take the COVID 19 vaccine. The trades union have, for once in their lives, actually made a stand about something real and important instead of bleating on about "EEEEEEEEEvil white men!" etc. Christina McAnea, the current head of Unison, the union I was a member of, said: "Forced vaccinations are the wrong way to go and send out a sinister and worrying message," Source: https://www.theguardian.com/society/2021/mar/03/unions-attack-sinister-plan-to-force-nhs-staff-to-have-covid-vaccine. Sinister and worrying indeed! Having some vaccinations is a part of normal NHS duties. When I joined hospital portering I was obliged to have some vaccines not normally available to the general public, for instance Hepatitis B. However in 2009 when the swine flu outbreak happened I chose not to have the optional vaccine. This was because of the information presented by the late great Ian R Crane, see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuV_buIBCg0. For pro-vaccinators, the question of whether to use legal force is hotly disputed. Even the very pro-establishment Ben Goldacre is against it, see: https://hpanwo.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-science-by-ben-goldacre_25.html. However, Dr Paul Offit is in favour of total tyrannical coercion, see: https://hpanwo-voice.blogspot.com/2015/04/vaccinate-or-else.html. He is an American, but is always poking his nose into other countries trying to make their governments do his will. An NHS serviceman who refuses the compulsory vaccine schedule can face disciplinary action up to and including discharge. However, if large numbers of health workers refuse in an organized manner then management can do nothing in response; they can't sack everybody! It looks as if the unions will support them. It's a healthy sign. Although I am no longer personally involved anymore, I will be one hundred percent behind them.

I Lost my Temper

 

I'm generally regarded by others as a tranquil and self-possessed person, and I am most of the time. However, I am no weakling and I will act with force under some circumstances. Those who underestimate me always end up regretting it. A few months ago I discovered a new trigger. Predictably it is connected to one of my greatest passions; the Hospital Portering Service. I sometimes take lunch breaks from work in a small cafe near my main area of employment. On those days I sit for three quarters of an hour or so reading and sipping coffee. However, the other month when I was there a man walked in wearing a hospital porter's uniform, at least he had on the familiar light blue polo shirt with the word "PORTER" and the OxRad motif on it. I think his trousers were his own, unless the issue has changed since my departure. I had seen this man a few times before in the cafe and never before wondered if he were a hospital porter. I always boast that I can spot a hospital porter from ten paces. The fact that this man had, apparently, been one and I never noticed didn't bother me; I just assumed that my por-dar had become a little rusty over the years. I went up to him and began a conversation, introducing myself as a former John Radcliffe porter. He shrugged and said: "I'm not a porter, mate. I'm just wearing this. My cousin is a porter and I borrowed it off him." Something inside me snapped. A lot of emotion that had been frozen inside me suddenly thawed and boiled to steam. The following is not a verbatim transcript of our conversation; I recall swearing an awful lot more. I replied: "How can you wear that if you're not a porter!? Don't you know what that uniform means!? It's not just a piece of clothing! It's a symbol for what porters do!"
    He recoiled from me and shrugged: "Come on, mate. It's no big deal."
    "It is a big deal!" I retorted. "The men who wear that uniform dedicate their lives to keeping you safe and healthy! Keeping you secure knowing there's an ambulance and a hospital with the best care in the world one phone-call away! You are insulting them and disrespecting their mission! You're a disgrace! We porters have earned the right to wear that! YOU HAVE NOT!"
    He tried to protest. "That's a bit over the top, mate; ain't it?" he chuckled.
    But I carried on: "Porters dedicate their lives to what they do and sometimes lose their lives!" Today I think specifically of Elbert and Oscar, two OxRad porters who passed away from Covid 19, see: http://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2020/04/ive-lost-two-brothers.html. In fact even without the coronavirus, the life expectancy of hospital porters is worryingly low. No formal statistical or causal research has been carried out, in fact probably nobody cares except us; but I have attended many a funeral over the years of porters who died in middle age. We also take these risks and commit to our service with a miniscule financial reward and very little public appreciation, see: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2015/10/an-open-letter-to-richard-dawkins.html. I shouted at the man: "I have lost friends who wore that uniform on the day they died!" I commanded him to take it off. He had nothing else to wear so I was being pretty unrealistic, but I was too angry to think straight. He refused. I shouted: "Take it off now or we'll step outside and I'll take it off for you!"
    At this point the cafe servers intervened and warned me to calm down. I realized that I had gone too far so I stormed out into the street and walked away. I have not been back to that cafe since then and I assume I'm barred.
    Did I do the right thing? I'll leave that for the reader to decide. It was actually not a question that has crossed my mind because I was acting purely on instinct, not logic. It is possible that on another occasion I would have engaged in the exact same situation and reacted differently. I would have most certainly been angry no matter what, but I would perhaps have expressed my ire in a more controlled manner. On reflection I feel a sense of calm following the emotional storm that swept through me. I have no regrets and if I see that man again I will definitely not apologize. He owes me an apology actually, and all hospital porters as well, for insulting our uniform and all those who wear it. If he had his own trousers on then he wasn't even wearing it properly! Hopefully the next time our paths cross he will be differently attired.

Return to Oz

 

The Festive Season is a time for films on TV. One of the great holiday favourites is the classic fantasy, The Wizard of Oz; however it had a less famous sequel made in 1985 called Return to Oz. This second film is very different in many ways to the original. It is not a musical and has a much darker tone; in fact it has some horror elements. It has some excellent special effects. It is set a few months after the original, following Dorothy's return to Kansas from the Land of Oz. She is obsessed with her experience in the magical kingdom and badly misses the friends she made there, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Cowardly Lion. Her parents start to worry about Dorothy's mental health. They dismiss her ravings as hysteria and are concerned that she cannot forget what they believe was nothing but a hallucination when she received a head injury during the tornado. They decide to take her to a doctor specializing in electrical brain stimulation. For a brief period during the turn of the twentieth century, doctors believed EBS could cure mental illnesses. What it did instead was make the patients worse by causing brain damage, like it did to the Aston character in Harold Pinter's The Caretaker. The supposed hospital Dorothy is taken to looks like Dracula's castle and the matron wears a dark vampiric dress. The first two people she meets are a pair of porters pushing a trolley onto which she is secured with leather straps like a prisoner for execution. It's an extremely disturbing scene and obviously terrifying for Dorothy, who is played by a pre-teen Fairuza Balk, which is odd seeing as Judy Garland in the original is clearly a good few years older, see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6EXoqJKE6Eg. To cut a long story short, Dorothy escapes and ends up back in the Land of Oz.
 
As with The Wizard of Oz, a lot of Dorothy's experiences in Return to Oz, as well as the characters she interacts with, are seemingly connected to her original life in Kansas; and so the possibility is never eliminated that her adventure really is all just a dream, something purely internal to her imagination. She reaches the Emerald City to find it in ruins. It has been sacked by the evil "Nome King" and the protagonists from the original film have been imprisoned. The ruins of the city are patrolled by "the Wheelers", a group of strange four legged humanoids with wheels instead of feet. It is clear that these are based on the porters Dorothy encountered at the hospital. Their locomotion even makes the same squeaking sounds that the un-oiled wheels of the porters' trolley did; and they are played by the same actors, see: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WM0RFE3QGAU. Could this be an example I could add to my article Hospital Porters in the Media? In that case it is our strangest portrayal as all. We begin as ghoulish assistants in an electrical brain torturing facility and turn into freaky four-wheeled evil clowns. I'm not sure what the implication is.
See here for background: https://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2016/12/hospital-porters-in-media.html.

Oxford Grooming Gang

 

This article is partly a follow-on to this one: http://hpanwo-hpwa.blogspot.com/2020/11/gosh-porter-admits-child-abuse.html. The details of the "grooming gang" scandal are slowly coming out bit by bit. The Home Office has just released a major report. The true scale, horror and longevity of this syndrome of crimes are almost too terrible to describe. I will not even post links to news stories about it. One of the branches of this conspiracy of evil was in Oxford. It was not only an act of child abuse and sexual violence; it was an outburst of racial hatred and religious supremacy. Some of the victims were black, Hindu or Sikh, but the vast majority were white. What makes it all the more galling is that the authorities whose duty it was to protect these young girls tacitly collaborated with it simply because they couldn't endure being called "racists!" What I personally find very difficult to deal with is that some of the twenty-two men were hospital porters. I served alongside them as a brother porter. I will not name them. Like Paul Farrell, they are no longer hospital porters and I reject and despise them forever.