Proud Parent Moment 2: Henry

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H looking smart for his first day at sixth form.

This is the second of my Start of Year posts, slightly delayed by navigating very two starts of year and the obligatory start of year cold (yick!), about my youngest Henry (or H).

H, who is Autistic, has had a rough High School experience. He lasted almost all of year seven at his mainstream school, the same one his sister went to, before they failed to meet his needs. Overall, he’s been to six schools, including two online ones, in four years, with months at home in between, looked after by me. I’m calling it the “Great Autistic School Adventure” and will keep it that way, going forward. There have been some very, very dark moments that are thankfully now in the rearview mirror.

Things started getting back on track when he joined his last school in 2024. The mighty Brookland. In nearby Milnrow, this Specialist Therapeutic SEND school specialises in getting children who have dropped out of regular schooling back into it. With H they have they succeeded big time!

When H joined the school, unknown to us, they had just changed Heads. The new Head wasn’t up to the job, and dropped the ball and didn’t organise H’s GCSEs. So he did his GCSE’s in five to six months last year after the ferociously capable new Head (shout out to Mrs Matthews) sorted it all out at the last minute. He finally got four 7s (Maths and the three sciences) and two 6s (English and History), which is a massive achievement given his very unsettled educational career.

This time last year, we visited Hulme Grammar for a sixth form visit morning, as part of our “leave no stone unturned” tour of Oldam sixth forms in September to November. It quickly became clear that this was a great match for him and his needs. From the moment we walked into reception, it was clear the staff are really, really nice, on the ball, and clever enough to keep up with my little Evil Genius. There was an instant, generous acceptance of H, and that has continued now that he’s joined the school. I’m also supremely impressed that this extends to us as slightly frazzled, but not defeated, parents of an ASD young person. It’s like my brain is swimming in pure, bright, invigorating, liquid intelligence every time I go there. Rachel is extremely happy as well, since she’s an Old Girl of the School.

A couple of weeks after the school visit, we started a smooth transition process. They took advantage of the fact that H was studying GCSE Chemistry independently at home. So every Tuesday late afternoon after a full day at Brookland, he would do the required practicals with Dr Millington, Hulme’s outreach officer and all round Ace Platinum Star Teacher, who is now his form tutor. Dr Millington also went through the entire course, setting homework, and even did past exam papers, with the added benefit that he is an examiner. We got a ton of added value there! This was important because he is super bright, and I’m not just saying this as a doting parent. He gives both me and Rachel, who are educated to postgraduate level, a run for our money on any subject once he gets going. He literally sucks in information, analyses and has almost perfect recall. The nearest analogy I can think of as a sci fi fan is the Mentats in the Dune novels. It’s one of the needs that need fulfilling on his Educational Healthcare Plan (or EHCP, a legally binding document that schools have to follow or they “fail to meet need” ). I found out that in those lab sessions, he now has the resilience to manage his condition and the high pressure of a school that expects 100% effort and achievement from day one. Also, the bus ride home after a quick walk up a steep northern hill!

Now that he has started and settled into the school, he has completed the first half term without incident. I’m glad to say H is rising to the challenge of Sixth Form at Hulme and blossoming there. He is managing not only his homework and ongoing revision, but also making time for Duke of Edinburgh and other co-curricular activities, such as coding club. He’s even applied to be a Prefect, giving up one of his free periods to help pupils in the lower school. When he is at home also finds time to keep to his fitness regime that Mr Gray at Brookland taught him. He got a set of weights for his recent birthday back in September. I find this overwhelming, in a good way, given where he was even last year, when he had only just started doing GCSEs. The best I could envision before we went to Hulme was a place at the very, very busy (but lovely) Oldham Sixth Form College, which would have been challenging, to say the least. Going back further, pre-Brookland, I was looking at the sad situation where H had no academic future, which he has aspired to since he was eight, and would probably have been living at home. Now, inspired by his progress at Hulme, the resilience he learnt at Brookland, and the fact that his sister has just started at Durham, he’s talking to us about going to University, which the school is actively supporting, and the idea that he will go away and live independently.

As I told Dr Millington the last time I saw him, “I’m living in some sort of crazy dream”. I’ve posted this because, primarily, I’m so proud of him for getting to Hulme. But also to show other parents of Autistic Children, who are often gaslighted, belittled and treated unfairly by the very people in the ASD System who are meant to be helping them (teachers, healthcare professionals, LEA SEND officers) to get an education that they are legally entitled to, that with a persistent tough love approach you can get the education your child needs, so they can have the future that they deserve.

Proud Parent Moment 1: Evelyn

A bit of an overdue “start of school year” post, delayed by the fact we had both children move on to the next stage of their education, and I’ve only just recovered from the start of school year cold (yick!). So please join me as I indulge myself and have the first proud parent posts. (My other child H is tomorrow).

Evelyn, my eldest, started at Durham University studying Geography at the end of September. She had a hard time at the mainstream school in year 10. Just after COVID, things fell apart when she found the teaching environment the school adopted in response (masking, two hour lessons, among other draconian measures) became too stressful for her (and others), and her attendance dropped below acceptable levels. The Attendance Officer and some of her teachers resorted to fear tactics to get her back on track. More than one said, “You’ll never pass your exams!” Curiously, these teachers didn’t last into the next year. So it is to her credit that, with a bit of additional support from the school, that Rachel wrangled out of them, she rose to be a very strong A Level candidate and blossomed in confidence during her two years of Sixth Form. Maximising her studies, having an active social life with more or less a new friendship circle and holding down a glass-collecting job at the weekend in a busy local bar.

I have fond memories of our last Hunstanton holiday in summer 2024, where we all helped her get data for her A Level Geography project on Tidal Drift. Five days of driving out to Hunstanton beach, with the weather going from a glorious sunset on the first day to storm conditions on the last, where it was so dark, and the rain was so hard, we nearly got lost coming back to the car!

She got three A Leves, two A* (Geography and Sociology) and one A (English Language, “Not bad considering I don’t read books”) and an A* in her EPQ an essay about Fast Fashion, centring on a disaster in a factory in Pakistan. She then took a gap year, during which she kept working weekends at the bar and took a retail job at Oldham’s Epic Housing Units. Plus, she had an active social life with her school friends and got a boyfriend, Dan. She’s had more holidays than me in recent years!

So we dropped her off at Durham University’s Stephenson College at the end of September. I’m really glad I got to go along. Intially Evie had said the car would be full of her stuff, but at the eleventh hour it turned out that there was a Newt shaped space in the back. I saw her accommodation, and the lovely welcome the older students gave her (including one in a Red Dragon costume). The drive back to Oldham, via A1/York/Leeds, isn’t too intensive being just an hour ago.

And I’m proud to say she’s settled in, despite losing her cat in the second week she was there, and is cooking for herself, using the family online shopping account to deliver to her halls (!) She even caught the train back last weekend to visit us and her boyfriend Dan. Rachel even taxied her around just like old times!

Farewell Skylanders!

I recently had a small project that surprised me with how intensely personal it was.

So the plan was to pass on H’s Wii U console to another games obsessed seven year old boy. First port of call was cleaning it, which was a bigger job since he last used about ten years ago OMG the dust! Part of the big giveaway was all the Toys to Life, collectable figures that supported the three Disney Infinity games and, more memorable for me, the Skylanders series of about five games. With all the Star Wars, Marvel, Disney and Skylanders characters, there must have been a hundred plus figures. It’s a serious amount of volume reclaimed there!

So it’s all gone, and we’ve received thanks from the boy’s mother, and pictures of the lad gleefully playing with the console and Splatoon (which is why we passed it on in the first place). All the extra games, and the Skylanders are going to be rationed out over future birthdays/christmases.

Which really brought home why I have such a problem with space here at Castle Von Newt. It’s not that I’m intrinsically a hoarder; it’s just that I hold on to stuff that, in the scheme of things, only held people’s interest for a couple of years at the most, in the vain hope that they will want to use it again. But in many cases, it just gets put in a box and forgotten about. The prime offender is all my children’s baby clothes, currently in storage up in the attic, which I’ve held onto in preparation for our non existent third child!

Time to let go, make space, lighten the load, and move on with my life.

Staring up into the BlueSky

I do this alot. You can see it when my eyes look up and to the right 😀 .

Ok this is a test post to see if my blog (maxnewt.blog) connects to my BlueSky account (newtus.bsky.social)

Here’s a picture of our Millie, looking a bit stern at my silliness and wishing I’d stop faffing about on t’intenet and feed her (again), while guarding my Hendos stash.

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Millie cat guards my Hendos stash

Farewell Florence

Our cat Florence, who joined our family as a ten week old kitten in July 2023, has left our care this week after three years and three months. She has crossed over the rainbow bridge to Cathalla after a short and sudden illness 😭. She will be missed, especially by my daughter Evie, since she was full of hugs, cuddles and love ❤️. Unless you were a small rodent or bird 😂.

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Me and Florence about a week ago before the illness set in.

It only seems like yesterday that I introduced the latest member of our family, the little black cat Florence.

She was a young kitten then, found on Middleton High Street in the rain, in some boxes. Typical of cat rescue naming conventions, she was initially called Rainey by Oldham Cats.

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The original Facebook post announcing her availability for adoption.

We quickly learnt she was made of love. I initially kept her safe in my office, since she couldn’t go out due to being unvaccinated and unneutered. I spent my evenings being snuggled, and head pushed. During the day, she’d spend time with the other family members, doing much the same. To think that I was initially very against getting her, when we went to Oldham Cats as an afternoon out, to entertain the kids, who were bored the day after returning from Centre Parcs! In hindsight, it was perfect timing since Evie on that post GCSE holiday, had specified what she wanted from a replacement for Felicity, who was my mother in law’s cat who we inherited after her death and only lasted a year before being knocked down just before the start of her GCSEs. It was to be a kitten, pure black, cuddly and affectionate and called “Flossy” (which was one of her nicknames later, which, when I reminded Evie, she had completely forgotten her intention to call her that!).

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Baby Flo, shortly after she joined us.

Evie, quickly took ownership of her, and they were besties through Evie’s A Levels, and her recent gap year.

She was pretty fearless and took no nonsense from Callie dog, our Sprollie (a Border Collie cross), Max, a boy cat one year older than her and partner in adventures outside, and Millie, the Grandma of our Cat Colony.

Two years ago, though, she ended up with a sudden chest infection, spending the best part of a month at the Emergency Vets. Despite some very, very expensive tests (thank goodness for the insurance we took out on her a couple of months before), they never found any signs of a cause.

We then had two lovely years with her. She quickly recovered (mainly thanks to Evie’s in room care). Went on many adventures with Max in the lands around our castle, and mooched around the house, snuggling up to the Dog and us, and having run ins with Millie, who was a bit grumpy about her.

Then at the end of last week she came down with it again. This time, despite everyone’s best efforts, she was too weak to overcome it. So after five days at the Emergency Vets, we put her to sleep, with Evie (who is now at Durham Uni) joining us via FaceTime.

Her life was in many ways short and tragic (the illness and abandonment as a Kitten). But it was full of love, and I believe the Great Cat Distribution System sent her to help Evie through the difficult times of her A levels, and to help the family as a whole recover from a series of upsets we endured post COVID. She really was the most affectionate and loving cat I’ve ever met. We were fortunate to get to love her, and that her life could have been even shorter if we had not picked her up from the rescue. Ultimately, she had an underlying immunodeficiency disorder, which was always going to get her in the end. For me, that’s the damn shame, because I saw how the first illness hit her development, and she was only just becoming a beautiful, silky, sleek adult cat. But now she’s done her life’s purpose, free of pain, and has moved on to Cathalla, ready for her next stage.

If you want to see more photos of my furry daughter, I’ve made a Google Photos album of some of my favourites, which includes some videos.

Autumn’s here!

Autumn, despite the continuing high temps, is definitely here, as seen in my local woodland park just down the end of my road 😍

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Wild mushrooms growing in the woods
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Woods still overfrown from hot summer, but finally leaves are falling.

Songs for a Falling God

Before I get back into it and post a lengthy wall of text about the state of the Newt, or kick off on one about video game x or TV show y, let’s look at what I’ve been listening to recently.

WARNING: Metal in its various forms is back on the menu. I’m not sure whether it’s a seasonal change, a reaction to “current world affairs”, or simply BECAUSE IT’S IN MY BLOOD 😀

The Joy Thieves – Money is Not Our God

First off a really, really good cover of one of my all time favourite Killing Joke songs, Money is not Our God. This was originally off their 1990s album and return from obscurity, Dirt, Extremities and Other Repressed Emotions. It’s a song that has carried me through the last 30+ years of financial independence, and is a big stompy affirmation of rejecting the Capitalist Reality,

“Nine tenths of the law that is sick
Is possession
Life expressed in matter is a blasphemy
Success defined by acquisition stinks!
So busy trying to make a living I forget about living
Yes, I do
So busy trying to make a living I forget about life
Come on, let’s live! “

This lyric video by industrial supergroup The Joy Thieves, who enrich and fill out the original blast of alt-metal, allows you to sing along. Do it daily, and see the magic unfold 🙂


John Carpenter, Cody Carpenter and Daniel Davies – My Name is Death

The YooToob algorithm just threw this one up. Love the man’s films, was vaguely aware he did the music. This one puts it straight in my face. I’ve got a Bandcamp page to explore now…

Queens of the Stone Age – Easy Street

QOSTA have a new album out next month (?), this was the first single released over the summer. Love the video, which dovetails nicely with my own Fading Motorhead T-shirt experience of my 50s (55 next month EGADS!).


Firekeeper Alliance x Neurosis Short Film; We Are Torn Wide Open and Mirror Deep

Neurosis made a crushing return after about sixteen years of inactivity, with their new lp An Undying Love for a Burning World, which is an absolute cracker. They did this film with the suicide prevention organisation, Firekeeper Alliance, who helped the band return from their hiatus by pointing out how people find strength in Neurosis’ very dark music. I know I do; the album’s drop in early spring this year came at an opportune moment.

Getdown Services – Don’t Cheese Me Off

Turning things up to a bit lighter, I discovered the Mancunian version of Beastie Boys around the same time as Neurosis’ new lp, and they provided quite a good antidote to the angst I was feeling at the time (mix of “urgh coming out of Winter” and “why are the LEA being such gits about funding H’s Sixth form?”).

The band started off as a tape exchange between two old friends during COVID lock down, and has grown into a proper live effort (I’ll leave it up to you to check out YooToob for many of). But don’t dismiss them as a joke act. Amongst the silly is some serious musicality, as demonstrated by this team-up with Wales’s The Bug Club to do AC/DC’s Let There Be Rock.


Chat Pile – I Am Dog Now

Miss all those noise rock acts of the 80s/90s? Big Black, Jesus Lizard, Cop Shoot Cop etc. Loud, noisey, alternating between nonsense and sharp social commentary? I casually thought, “I wonder if anyone is carrying the torch these days”, and the algorithm threw up Chat Pile.

Moved Blog, a New Beginning?

The self hosted version of the blog, that’s been there for a good fifteen years, was part of when I was an active web developer as my day job. That bit the dust about 8-10 years ago (I really have lost the exact date during recent history). But now I’m more of an stay at home dad and in my spare time I run my little Roleplaying Games Company, D101 Games, publishing books. So the idea of maintaining a self hosted version of WordPress has fallen completely by the wayside and its currently running very sloooow, which is the death of internet engagement.

This blog was originally hosted on livejournal.com in 2000-11. Since then, it’s moved to a self-hosted instance that has changed web hosts and names a couple of times, and sat on a WordPress Multisite that also hosts D101 Games. For the last decade, it’s been patchily updated, as, like most folk, my attention has been grabbed by the likes of Twitter (which I left as soon as Elon bought it), and Farcebook. I’m most active on Blue Sky these days as newtus.bsky.social.

But I still love blogging, its in the blood, and Farcebook (which is on life support as far as I’m concerned), Instagram, and even BlueSky are poor substitutes.

Which is all a big way of saying I’m now hosted on WordPress.com itself, which will hopefully take away any concern regarding performance issues. The plan is to post something every other day, over morning coffee, and bring this twenty year old blog back to life!

Here’s a recent picture of me (age 54, nearly 55), to liven up this wall of test…opps sorry text… post 😀

Newt Newport at Leeds Armouries

Borederlands 4

I wrote a review for a game I played full price on Steam so you don’t have to 😀

It made me so grumpy, I wrote a long ranty review on Steam, which I replicate in full here.

Here we go…

The short of it: This game is very tenuously a Borderlands game. It makes lots of game play changes to broaden its appeal, with hit and miss results, and there’s been a complete dulling down of the narrative this series is famous for.

Long version

The main quest is a slog. Sure it has its moments of fluid exciting battles, but those only helped to get me through the sheer shoot-grind of the experience. Travel across multiple way points in a quest, and in each of which encounter one of the limited enemy types in various configurations. For about 60% of the game its a big big open world, with numerous boring sub-quests, bizarre pop up boss battles in a bubble, and optional capture the point encounters. Then for the last part, suddenly its a very linear,dull, jump, run and shoot-grind to the final boss battle. Final boss is kind of cool and exciting, but then the narrative takes a running jump of a cliff and spoils the end.

Gone are the characters and hand crafted narratives that made the previous games so memorable. Sure there’s returning characters, but they are so briefly in it I wished they hadn’t been. There’s a handful of new characters. I barely remember them. If I do that’s only because they remind me a character from the previous games. As for the main villain? Well I understand they wanted to dial back the “in your ear every five minutes” cringe of Calypso Twins from BL3, but its nowhere near the heights of Handsome Jack (BL2), more the dullsville of Col. Whatshername (because she was so boring) from the first game. Instead of building encounters around memorable characters, its all cookie cutter, fill out a template with hordes of minions, followed by a predictable end of level boss fight.

Mechanically there’s too much complexity now. Except there isn’t. Get the right combo of uninspiring gun, augmentation chip, character skill and you might have a winner that will see you fly through the game. But its the other 80% which will see you junking it upon picking it up. Good job one of the new features is the ability to add a Junk marker when you pick an item up 😀 As I said earlier, some fights are good old run and gun classics of the FPS gen, but the rest are keyboard hammering affairs, full of grenade spamming.

Guns wise, and Borderlands is all about the GUNS, you don’t get anything remotely interesting until the last couple of levels of the game before the ending. I beat the game using a pick double barrelled shot gun that fired rainbows, and bouncy squeaky grenades that spawned more bouncy squeaky grenades. I feel so manly 😀

I’ll stop there. But overall what made the Borderlands games so special, has been gutted in favour of aim to please mechanics, and a dumbed down story, to appeal to a mass audience. I.e. what marketers thinks make a good game, not what actually makes a good game 😉

Oh and all of this was with the game running reasonably well, without all the crashes and optimising issues others are having. I did notice something wasn’t quite right with a bit of stuttering here and there, and a few moments of lag, on what was a good robust medium ranged PC desktop five years ago.

I suppose there’s was enough of a good game to carry through 70+ hours to the end, putting up with the grind and lack of narrative colour. If none of this puts you off, get it in the sales, in a year’s time when they’ve properly optimised it (is that we are calling “squashing the bugs” now?) and responded to customer feedback and added/changed bits to make it less dull.

This review can be read over at Steam.

Compare and contrast with our H’s consise and meaningful reviews on the games he plays via my account on a regular basis 😀