Saturday, September 18, 2010

#210: Shaddap You Face

Some books just make you chuckle at how crazy they are - and this is no exception.  Written by our good mate Norm Barber, he of the non-flushing turds, ads written on toilets walls and Professional Bum, this tome is as hard to find as anything that he ever wrote, and with good cause.  It's not that Norm couldn't write, it's just that he had absolutely no idea of writing an impartial book.  Actually Norm couldn't write anything impartial really, I think he'd probably disagree with his own name.

Norm hated, and possibly still does, anything to do with the Government and any form of social services.  Actually, I'll alter that, Norm doesn't hate the services, he loves them, after all he's lived his entire life on the dole and is a self confessed leach, but what really boils Norm's piss are the people who have to deliver those services to the likes of, well Norm Barber.  You know the kind, the world owes them everything, argumentative, arrogant, know it all - arseholes really.  But that's our Norm.  Norm is a bum.  Pure and simple.

This book has listings on several faith healers, and Norm promotes the value and benefits of engaging faith healers (even after telling people that they're crap, such are the depths of Norm's paranoia), all the time slagging off any form of religion (you see Norm once bought a dud motorbike with a 'Living Hope' sticker on it - it was God's fault the bike was a dud, not Norm's fault for not checking it out) as evil.  Norm also hates Yuppies - and I presume that the word 'Yuppie', in Norm's eyes, means anyone who actually has a job and isn't sponging off Government handouts and writing inaccurate shit for the likes of the Green Left and he really can't stand any sceptic who might have an alternate view on faith healing.

Having said that, if you live in Adelaide then try and find this book, and if you have a collection of Barber's musings, then let me know - I want to check out his 'How To Be A Derelict In Adelaide'.  And post it.  In the meantime, enjoy the words of Norm's preface to this fine, long out of print (and deservedly so) and incredibly paranoid tome.

Ahhhh Norm, if only you'd not taken all of those drugs back in the day.  I hope he's learnt to flush though.


Anonymous said...

You missed so many: How to Avoid Work for the Dole; Fighting Centrelink; his generic job application that starts with "I hate work"; Outside the Social Inclusion Unit; Homeless Wars; Disappearing Charity Donations; How To Have A Successful Nervous Breakdown in Adelaide; the hundreds of articles in Big Issue Magazine; the Nasty Side of Organ Transplanting (Norm hates this, too); Norm versus Eternity; the court appearances for criticising Israel in Gaza, etc, etc.

Anonymous said...

You do Norm an injustice. Totally weird, yes, but the mess you mention was done by the newsagent who sold dirty books from that kiosk on the street corner, just near the entry stairs to the building.

He was the culprit. It always happened on Saturdays just after lunch, when the man who sold shirts and ties wholesale on the second floor was in the store room next door with his girlfriend. I should know; I was the cleaner then. The dirty book seller did things unspeakable and that make my cleaning job there quite unpleasant.

You do 100% weird Norm an injustice by tagging him with that. I think he was sleeping on the roof of the building and became the scapegoat for anything bad that happened. He was based in the writers' centre and was publishing books criticising big money charities, I think.

Not sure where Norm ended up. Saw him last year hobbling around on sticks. Must have broken a leg or something. It would be great to have some photographs of Norm from the old days.

Anonymous said...

An old copy of How to Be a Successful Healer by Norm Barber was on the sale table at the Theosophical Society New Dimensions Bookstore on South Terrace in Adelaide last week (September 2011) for $6.00.

How to Be a Derelict by Norm is available at the South Australia State Library for free reading and copying.

Norm Barber is one of the finest provokers of Good Conscience we have ever known...


Anonymous said...

Just testing leaving an anonymous comment on this website.

Your Own Personal Jesus said...

I can fix that easily enough.

Anonymous said...

Would it not be wonderful to know the name of the coward who wrote this blog?

Mark Arstall said...

Norm barber is still at it, but now he just stalks homeless people and writes about it. Check out his latest literary master piece the "Adelaide homeless journal", get in quick cause he's gonna be dead soon

Anonymous said...

Norman barber adelaide homeless journal

Anonymous said...

The Adelaide homeless journal discussion page

Anonymous said...

Anonymous said...

Norman bullshit babbling Barber, self proclaimed professional derelict and compensation fraud. He goes by the name "the editor" in his cowards page.

Norman is a Canadian migrant who has never worked a day of his life here in Australia. Instead he found a niche as a professional charity scab and compensation fraud.

He has published many other LSD inspired dilerous rants on the internet some of which can still be found today by Googling " norm barber homeless". You'll find advice from him on how to defraud centrelink and how to not get a job. His philosophy on why organ transplantation doesn't work. Others about how the worlds economic problems would be solved if woman weren't allowed to work and were made to stay at home, cook and clean. I kid you not. You'll find his self titled "hate mail" page from his last page that got shut down.

Norman boasts that his web page is out of Australian jurisdiction to do anything about because the server is based in America. Fortunately my lawyers wrote to the national library of Australia where somehow he'd managed to get his stalkers blog archived. It has been removed and will be reviewed again in 4 years should he try to resubmit, at which time my lawyers will submit a complaint again and his resubmission will be denied. On his page he claims the removal of his page from their archive was reduced. In fact it was only under review, he complained so they removed it permanently and told him to come back and try again in 4 years. haha

So unfortunately for Norman his page will not become any part of Australias history. Once he dies and the rental of his page on goes unpaid his page and lifes work will be deleted forever.

Norman Barber is a drug addict and dealer himself, addicted to oxycontin for his "knee injury". He sells his prescrition medication to people like "piano playing paedophile wayne" for his tooth ache. Check out wayne butlers public posts on facebook. Norman can also be found at st bedes church in semaphore on Tuesday's and Wednesday's selling his oxycontins to older peolpe.

The reason Norman feels so safe been a keyboard worrier cyber troll is because he lives in the units directly opposite the police watch house in Elizabeth. Although laura Willows has since messaged me and says this is wrong. Her message can be found towards the bottom of this page.

Anonymous said...

Mark sex offender Smith calls himself"Lance Armstrong" the bicycle stalker. He can be found most nights secretly recording peoples private conversations at freds van to supply to Norman. After that he'll lurk around the laundromats at closing time looking for displaced and vulnerable women to groom.

Mr Smith is a convicted sex offended and is recorded in the sex offeneders register for committing acts of sexual molestation to young boys in foster care during the 1960's. For years now he has lurked the homeless support services looking for more vuanrable peolpe to groom and abuse.

The most recent target of thier victimization was Emma Hines. A woman 30 years his junior which both he and Norman Barber had sexual relations with, traded shelter for sex. Emma suffered serious mental issues which made it easy for anyone who abussed her to discredit her alligations. Emma use to claim that "lance armstrong raped her, followed her around and wrote stories about her on the internet". Nobody listened because she was "crazy", clearly it wasnt in her head.

Unfortunately Emma Hines is now deceased. According to Norman Barber and Mark Smith on their page she was murdered and point the finger at various other people.

On thier page they go into great detail about the events and circumstances surrounding her death. The police nor coroner have released any information and the investigation is on going. So how do Norman Barber and Mr Smith know so much? Why the continued obsession with her and why are they so desperate to piont the finger at other people. Aledgedly she died of a drug overdose, Norman Barbers oxycontins by any chance? Where were Mark Smith and Norman Barber on the night that Emma Hines died, they seem to know where she was every other day and night of her life.

When I've confronted Mr Smith about his web page he claims he knows nothing about the web page, that its all in my head, that I'm crazy and proceeds to tell people that i have mental problems. Funny because thats exactly what they did to Emma Hines when she cried out for help and exactly the same thing they say about me in the "adelaide homeless journal", some coincidence.

The notices on the gates of the west care premises warning that "anyone caught videoing or taking photos of other people within the premises without their written consent will be banned". Mr Smith is directly responsible for this. Mark Smith was caught taking photos and videos of people on the premises going about their bussiness. Washing, showering etc. Although this does not stop him activating the voice recoder on his phone and placing it on the dining tables.

Mr Smith is also well known in the stolen bicycle racket. He is always on the look out for high quality stolen bicycle parts. He wears a $300 bontragger helmet yet cannot afford to feed himself?

Anonymous said...

The sad world of Frank Pangallo 
and Verity Kate Edwards

A formerly homeless man normam barberemembers his encounter with the Today/Tonight television program

The team at Today/Tonight are fuming. Tara Brown from Channel Nine beat them to the Norm Barber interview. So they’re digging in for the long haul and assign Verity Kate Edwards, Iron Man contestant and Seven’s dogs-body, to maintain friendly contact until they’re ready to pounce. Verity, a killer python addict, lives in a Protected Community back of the Wakefield Private Hospital.

 “Just touching ground,” she says, in occasional emails, feigning interest in my organ transplant research. “Where do you live?” ask other emails, under other names.

 “I’m not interested in an interview,” I reply, after twelve months of Verity et el. Channel Seven’s response is to send a camera crew into the Adelaide Hills, knocking on my ex-neighbours’ doors: “Have you seen Norm?” they ask.  Friends warn me. 

 “I told you: no interview,” I message Verity. “Stop sending people looking for me.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies, “Please explain.” 

 I catch Verity trailing me a month later as I exit from the Southern Centre For Bio-Ethics. Her 52kg body, bulked up in thick coats, can barely fit into her Festiva. Her accomplice is the man who faked the Dole Army interview scenes. He disguised a shed then claimed it was a secret tunnel where the Dole Army emerged from at night to scavenge supermarket rubbish bins. He follows me in a black BMW with a secret dashboard camera. He sweats it out in the Findon shopping centre car park, hiding across the front bucket seats while operating the camera. But the heat is too much and he shamefacedly rises up and slinks away. 

 They fall in behind as I drive to the Job Network, following so closely as if trying to stage a crash. 

 I lose him near the empty wool sheds, but at Port Adelaide Verity stands in front of Centrelink, chatting comfortably with people at the bus stop.  I climb the stairs to the first floor self-service computer area where another man waits, smiling. “Contact made,” he says into his phone then hides behind a cubicle, pretending to type.  Then like creatures beholden to some mysterious circadian rhythm they abandon the chase. 

 I live in my car, sleeping on a rolled back seat or underneath trees in dry weather. Channel Seven knows my Post Box and plants spies outside. They email me claiming to be an organ donor posting research material. Their spy identifies me by their parcel I carry from the post office, and follows me to the Kensington Road lookout that overlooks the Adelaide Plains. He phones the camera crew. 

 “Still living in your car,” shouts Frank Pangalo, a Today/Tonight jock, trying to stop me closing my door.  The chase is on. It ends twelve minutes later – the time it takes for my leaky radiator to empty. We’re at Hindmarsh Square in the CBD. 

 They rush my car. I stay inside. The cameraman presses his lens against the windscreen above which the boom operator dangles a microphone.  

 “We just want to talk to you,” says Frank, smoothly, but within minutes he’s thumping the roof and tapping my side window. He rhythmically rocks the car by thrusting his body against the door. “Norm, Norm,” he moans and cajoles like a used-car dealer then tries different psychological buttons: “Leech, bludger, anarchist,” (he has trouble pronouncing the last word). His phone rings, “Yeah, yeah, assassin, yeah…in his car” – his voice is for people in the street; his message for me: public humiliation. 

 My heart races; I need to urinate, my mouth is dry; I want to ask for mercy, but stay silent, motionless. 

Anonymous said...

 Pangalo says Channel Seven might offer me a job, “Just for a week.” He implies they’ll use that week to film me: if I don’t, they’ll tell Centrelink who will stop payments. 

 He finishes his script then repeats himself like a movie playing a second time. Our faces are close, separated by my driver-side window: we appear conspirators on a dark night. An evening rain sets in and he’s getting wet. He thrusts his pelvis against the car body and I pity him.

 But he’ll look good on Today/Tonight; the editors will portray me as a scumbag: “Mr Barber prefers to play dumb with us,” Frank’s voiceover will describe this scene. But here we both know the score. I’ve become indifferent to this shock jock. 

 My heart slows to a healthy beat and my mouth moistens. Relief flows through my blood stream like when you bang your “funny bone”, and the excruciating pain triggers a flood of endorphins, those bodily opiates that ease pain. Sitting in the cocoon of my car, my panic becomes elation. They’ve done their worst and I’m still here, feeling good. Frank calls it a night and they return to the station. 

 I camp that night at Norton Summit on a slippery track littered with dozens of computers, lounge suites, a household of 1950s crockery, (individually wrapped in newspaper), and garbage bags of discarded hydroponic dope.  

 They see me at the bulk-billing skin cancer clinic three days later. People living outside over-absorb UV light; causing lesions that can be zapped off with frozen carbon dioxide. 

 At a shopping centre the cameraman gets a few seconds of my wobbly eyes. They slow down the re-play speed during editing making me look even more weird. They feature this doctored-up sequence in program promos across Australia during the weekend football games. “Australia’s Biggest Dole Bludger” they quote, from Leon Byner, an Adelaide shock jock. This fearless investigator later experiences an absence from radio after being caught offering protection from investigators, like him, for $10,000.

 The final edit has an obese Amanda Vandstone saying, “…encouraging people to lie is a dreadful thing to do.” They obtain an art resume I wrote during the Adelaide Festival and beat it up as a real resume. They get a recruitment advisor, bathing his image in gold, to analyse it.  They colour my leaflet, How To Avoid Work for the Dole, in an eerie gunmetal blue, and play subliminal classical music behind it – the music used to portray someone going psychotic. 

 They broadcast the eight and a half-minute segment on Today/Tonight. Then it’s over. I’ve passed through another test of fire, or, in this case, a trough of mud, and survive to become stronger.

Anonymous said...

Laura Willows the can collector lady

Anonymous said...

Peter Nash the photographer

Anonymous said...

Norman Barber adelaide homeless journal writer

Anonymous said...

Hey dominic, who's the coward little man

Anonymous said...

Norman Barber slagging off the apparments he lives in at Elizabeth
this page is to document certain happenings at a certain group of retirement units owned by the Laura and Alfred West Cottage Homes Incorporated and administered by Anglicare in the form of  Rude Rhonda M. Callaghan. To be fair, the incidents recounted below don't form the totality of  the lives of those criticised. No doubt, there are many who can recount the kind and selfless acts done by Rude Rhonda Callaghan, Deidre Knight, Patricia Buhagiar, Ben Moore and that grass cutter.

The faulty security lights were eventually fixed after more than six months of not operating properly. They were easily and cheaply fixed. All the talk about digging trenches was untrue and a symptom of slack bureaucrats. The numerous electricians who fiddled with the power box were incompetent. Even the crazy grass cutter has got a new ride-on mower and which doesn't cut the grass at dirt level.

This website is a protest on behalf of people who are little regarded by the many bureaucracies that control their lives. However... 

Mark Arstall said...

google4d6fac318b2717e3.html thanks for posting the meta data code for your site idiot...and a dash of SEO mark arstall was here arstall said that mark arstall is awesome something something free food van at the soup kitchen free meals in adelaide ice addicts meth users krokadil junkie...and a google+ login and a partrage in a pair tree

Mark Arstall said...

The police are looking for the little man with glasses and shocking b.o after he was caught stalking mark arstall at work. It is assumed his name is Dominic from his crys for help on public forums about "our homeless site which basically hangs shit on homeless people has been spammed how do i drench this mofo in spam emails".
Dominic published this story about stalking mark arstall at work on their webpage.

Spooky runs for cover

Mark Arstall, 39, jumped and flitted about as he handed out sample bags at the Open State Hub display in Victoria Square. The time was just after 11:00am. 

His eyes flickered in his eye sockets then froze as he spotted an old man across the street. This old man was past retirement age, but not the kind who would crumble under his fist. Not like the aged epileptic at Semaphore last week.

Arstall dropped the sample bags as he ran inside a tent. Later, he returned, but upon seeing the old man still there ran back inside and called for assistance from two women. They came outside to take over his job and distribute the bags. Arstall was not seen again.

“What a coward,” the old man said. “Arstall couldn’t stand his ground and face me like a man. He was definitely on something. You could easily tell, jumping about like a cat on a hot griddle.” 

Friday 6 October 2017

Two of Mark Arstall's work mates including his boss have made formal statements to police about the 5 instances where Dominic and Mark Smith aka "lance armstrong" were witnessed harassing Mark Arstall at work.
Unknown to Dominic, Aj was on a break in Victoria Square and over herd Dominic talking to Mark Smith (who arrived an hour later) telling him that there are "two security guards". Aj took a photo of Dominic at this time and it has been supplied to the police aslo.
All roads lead back to Norman Barbers.
Please keep it up old fool

Anonymous said...

Piano playing Wanye Butler charged for cruilty to animals.
A nurse attending Wanye Butlers residents to cheak on the condition of his rotting gangrene infected limbs made a startling discovery.
She noticed clotted blood around the anus of his cat. When asked if he had noticed he avoided the subject.
The nurse took a closer look at the cat a saw that its rectum was herniated and bleeding internally.
After leaving she contacted the R.S.P.C.A and police.
The cat was ceased but died soon after from toxic shock.
Police are investigating.

Anonymous said...

I do not wish these peolpe death.
I wish them the longest lives possible.
If i had one wish it would be for them to live a thousand life times, because they would still ammount to nothing but free loading dole bludging parasites of sociaty with no friends or stories of their own.
I wish them a slow natural death, counting every breath until thiet last.
As they reminisce the memories of their lives, their thoughts will not be filled of memories of love, success or achievments.
But memories of hiding out in public toilets, sneaking around taking photos of dirty blankets, complaints about free meals.
The thoughts on thier death beds filled with memories of the people they stalked and obsessed over, not shared experiences with close friends and love.
The gift of life, to live on this world of unlimited possibilities, yet they existed every day like the day before, like a dog chained to a kennel.
Simple pleasures known by most.
The taste of cold beer sweetened by the satisfaction of a hard days work, knowing of ones contribution to the lives of others. Concepts and feelings unknown to these males and their parasitic lives.
As consciousness ceases and the terrorfying dark of death takes hold they'll look into thiers hearts to find light to guide them into the darkness.
The search futile as they fall into the depths of hell.
Hell knowing on thier final breath they completely wasted thier lives, nfo comfort will they find.
As thier hearts takes its final beat no loved one will be holding thier hand or a final kiss goodbye. Their ears will hear no fairwell from friends.
A stranger will pull a blanket over thier face, a door will close, the end.
Enter eternity alone, forgoten.
They will meet the souls of those passed who they slander in death.
Hells retribution will begin.
Few will attend the funeral, no one will speak words of love or admiration for these people who wasted their lives.
People will attend to laugh and watch the dirt fall on their faces for final time.
Thier will be websites created for these peolpe.
The domains are already reserved.
The websites will not be flattering.
They will be remembered as the free loading mentally deranged parasites that achived nothing but hate.

Mark Arstall said...

Please, Mark, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not bandy the name “Laura Willows” around in public without the consent of the person in Adelaide who owns the name. My surname is not Willows, Mark. It was for 14 years but I legally reverted to my birth surname (cost me $230 to do that!) in February 2015. I have a rare Irish surname which hails from a small fishing village in the hinterland of County Clare in Ireland. There are only about 500 people in the whole world with my surname. As far as my extensive Internet searches have determined, there is no other person in the world with exactly my first name and surname together, although one person comes pretty close.

There is a Laura Willows in Adelaide; she’s a lawyer and much younger than myself. In January 2001, I had an article published in The Advertiser espousing a unique but apparently unpopular viewpoint and members of the public thought that Laura Willows the lawyer had written it. It caused a lot of trouble and angst and it was the first time in my whole life that I had experienced the inconvenience of mistaken identity, (I grieve for any person with a common name like John Smith!  )

I go down on my hands and knees and implore you to suspend your obvious antipathy towards me and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do not bandy the name “Laura Willows” about again in public unless you are definitely referring to the other person - with whom I have no reason to believe that you are, in fact, acquainted.

Mark, I aver – can’t swear on the Bible, I’m an atheist – I aver most earnestly that I have NEVER complained about you to police. I did formalise a statement with SAPOL about Robyn on the evening that she delivered her first threat (she’s made two altogether), and police visited her at her home; but the fact is that Robyn menaced me in such a fashion as truly and absolutely caused me to believe that she was going to bash me. Robyn made the first threat in February of this year and it’s now August and she hasn’t hit me yet so it looks like I may have erred in my beliefs about her intentions but I was living in an absolute state of terror and did what any ordinary citizen does who feels physically unsafe and that is to report my concerns to the police, not just for myself but also for any other potential victim. In giving my statement to the police, I was also upholding the civil right to freedom of speech which is an integral entitlement within our democratic society for which both my and your ancestors probably fought in the last two World Wars and which is bigger than both you and me.

I was inclined to regard Robyn’s threat in a most serious light with reference to the fact that she king-hit Norm (under your goading) with such force that he nearly lost a tooth and complained of ongoing pain and bleeding in the mouth. That’s pretty serious, Mark.

It so happens that, over time, I have developed a softer, more expansive view of Robyn now than was the case previously.

Mark Arstall said...

With any freedom comes responsibility and a need to behave ethically which I’ve always taken very seriously with public commentary and that is why I believe that you and a couple of others judge me very harshly about my negligible involvement with the Adelaide Homeless Journal over the years. Do you actually know what I wrote? Do you care what I wrote? Is it just the fact that I wrote ANYTHING that makes me anathema to you? Your world view is so incredibly insular, Mark, it really disillusions me and does you a grave disservice. You actually cut yourself off from meaningful engagement with enlightened minds and new ideas and the capacity to acquire wisdom over time by being so horrendously insular in your outlook. Specific examples: (i) You are homophobic. (ii) You use the word ‘slut’ to insult women, (is there an equivalent term for men you disdain?) Do you believe that it is more reprehensible to rape a nun than a prostitute? I suspect you would indeed! (iii) You will call someone a paedophile if you have a personal grudge against that person eg. Mark S., without validating evidence. Mark S. is not a paedophile. It’s concerning that you will apply an invective like that to an innocent human being without appropriate evidence. (iv) You employ the term “stalker” very loosely. Do you wish to be perceived by others as credible, honest, decent? Then be scrupulously truthful about how you represent people and situations.

You also have threatened me but I never received your menaces with the same degree of credulity with which I apprehended Robyn’s due to her past proven history of violence (the Norm incident), and also because I believe that you would be less likely to hit me than Robyn due to the lack of kudos in it for you, (not due to any ethical considerations on your part). (If I were male, you would doubtless have harassed me physically as you did David the Card Player and Peter). What you and your ilk do not seem to apprehend at all is that even people you dislike…who annoy you, whom you perceive to be obnoxious, unbearable, dishonest etc. etc….have a right to bodily integrity ie. personal safety. All people, “nice” or “nasty”, have this fundamental entitlement to safety.

I have only ever complained in earnest about two people to the charitable agencies and they are Robyn and a lady named Judith who was physically harassing me, (eg. shoulder charging me, snatching food out of my hand etc.). I have never lodged a complaint about you to any of the charitable agencies.

Mark, I do hope your move to Melbourne will be a personally and practically profitable one for you. It so happens that Melbourne might actually suit your more restless and excitable state of being better than Adelaide which is quieter and less hectic. The weather in Melbourne is certainly a little closer to New Zealand style weather than hot and horrid Adelaide. How joyous it would be for you if you could only persuade your friend Ajay and partner to move to Melbourne with you! Out of all your acquaintance, Ajay is the only one whom I am pretty confident would be a true ally and have your best interests at heart in his dealings with you. He is a charismatic figure within Adelaide’s underclass who enjoys quasi-hero status and is almost ubiquitously highly regarded. (Regrettably he has adopted your dim view of me). And, Mark, he might be able to teach you a thing or two about tolerance and diversity! It was thrilling to witness Ajay interacting congenially with a transgender person at his dining table when others had spurned and hectored this person for his (or her?) non-conformity. Ajay is a more stable and enlightened character than yourself, and you could benefit from his continued acquaintance with you in Melbourne.

Mark Arstall said...

Let me apprise you of some information about my intentions with reference to my movements in Adelaide that you may: If you are intending to visit Adelaide again in the future for a holiday or whatever, after 31/12/2018 I will be in a stronger financial position than what I am now and will no longer need to frequent the charitable venues for meals or any other kind of assistance. That means that you don’t have to worry about encountering me at all after 31/12/2018 at these places. The only exceptions might be a few times a year, I might pop in to Marguerita’s knitting class at Hutt Street which eventuates every second Friday from 10.30 a.m.-11.30 a.m.; also if I’m in the city on a Thursday night and I want to speak to Peter N., I might pop in to Hindmarsh Square. Even so, I am likely to wait for Peter at one of the bench seats at the side rather than approach the main group around the food tables. The most likely scenario in the event of my wishing to communicate with Peter, anyway, would be to visit him at his home rather than at Hindmarsh Square but I cannot 100% rule out the possibility that I might meet him in Hindmarsh Square. It would be a rare occurrence though.

If you want to visit Adelaide at Christmas time, I will NOT be attending Christmas lunch at Hutt Street or WestCare but will be having Christmas lunch in Unley. On Christmas night, though, please forgive my appearance at the Pilgrim event which is always held either at the church or the Town Hall.

You shouldn’t be anxious about encountering me accidentally – I haven’t had contact with Norm since 8/5/2017 and probably won’t again until after 31/12/2018. He eschews the Adelaide CBD area now, as I’m sure you’re aware. I have discussed you with Norm in the past, in email correspondences, because I was and am very frightened of you and needed his guidance and insights. However you need not have agitated thoughts on my account any more. I’m not your enemy, Mark; in fact I sincerely regret the existential pain that you seem to suffer and absolutely wish you all the very best in happiness and health in vibrant, cosmopolitan, upbeat Melbourne (my home town and where most of my family lives). (I was born at Carlton South in 1960).

Your Facebook profile picture is vulgar and demeaning to you. If you wish to impress a prospective employer, I suggest you replace it.

Please, Mark, please do not discuss me on the web as I do not discuss you. You have made a mistake about me, (no chance of entertaining the slightest possibility of that?). Please do not use the name “Laura Willows” in reference to myself. I beg you, Mark. Let us each be respectful of the other.

Best Wishes always to you, Mark,


Mark Arstall said...


Recently I discovered the "adelaide homeless journal".

It is an anonymous online publication, Google it.

It is difficult to read due to the limited literary talents of its contributors, ranging from incessant monologues to fairy tale naritives.

It is compiled by a group of aging men and women all of whome receive stable income and housing. For years they have frequented the homeless support services unnecessarily. They do not reciprocate any of the homeless ettequte they make observations about in their "journal" nor do they make any contributions to the charitable causes they exploit and make disreputable alligations towards in their publication.

The "crony gang" as they call themselves just sit back, eat watch and go home at the end of the night with their free shopping in hand. Greed aside their paticipation is voyeuristic.

Now they feel fit to write a review about the free food and perceived entertainment.

The who was where on what night, how they looked, what they said or did and what the free food was like. According to thier gossip, speculation, eve's dropping and fat stomachs.

It is deplorable that these repugnant men publish complaints about how the butter is spread on the sandwiches at the free food van.

They express a derogatory prejudice towards those suffering from mental illness or caught in the grips of spiralling drug addictions, coining them with childish and offensive code names. Like this makes it ok.

These ludicrous imbiceles make false reports of acts of violence or deaths with are then followed up by ammendments with no apology or any understanding for any distress they may have caused.

Disturbingly the main purpose of their "journal" is to cronical the whereabouts, sleeping places, states of pysical and mental heath of women sleeping on the street.

As for the rest of us. They sneak around taking photos if our camps when we are not there, safely doing so by knowing exactly where we are going to be a certain other times, having meals etc.

Spreading gossip and creating rumour are acts of passive agressive bullying. Agression towards others is not tolerated at any homeless refuge and will result in the offending person been removed. Yet this table of fat bellied stalkers who complain about the lack of seating, quality and quantity of the free food remain a permanent fixture

Their perverted infatuation with our lives and what ever deviant satisfaction these bored old men get from spying on us must cease.

So we may continue to visit these places of refuge without out the concern of our conversations, actions, habits and whereabouts becoming a grossly sensationalised and inaccurate matter of public record.

Mark Arstall said...

I'll see you for your photo shoot on Xmas day luara...obsessed demented freak

Anonymous said...

Anglicare family Misson 91-93 Elizabeth way, Elizabeth.

Mark Arstall said...
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Please stop, Mark. You are really hurting me. I don't write the Mrs. Telstra stories. I don't know who the "Bait Woman" is. Please take my photograph and previous name off the Internet. You have made a mistake about me and the extent and nature of my involvement with the Adelaide Homeless Journal and I appeal to you to please stop tormenting me and inciting acts of violence against me. I've reported you to the police and was given an information report number; IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO ME, SPECIFICALLY, IF I AM MURDERED BECAUSE OF YOUR RELENTLESS CAMPAIGN OF SCHADENFREUDE AGAINST ME, THEN I WANT IT KNOWN THAT THE PERSON RESPONSIBLE IS THE PERSON NAMED IN MY REPORT TO NORWOOD POLICE. Please stop, Mark, I am hurting. I haven't done anything to you to justify your virulent hatred of me. One day I hope you will come to understand that. I forgive you because I know that you are hurting too.

Mark Arstall said...

Did you tell the police you sent me this anonymous luara
Hello, Mark,

My first name is Laura. I’ve set up a temporary Facebook page for the purposes of sending you this message.
To date there have been two incidents involving yourself and myself, both of which I’ve carefully documented in case of future need, (dates, times, witnesses etc.).
Mark, did you take my photograph to distribute to gullible and incendiary minds, hoping to goad those people into violating me in some way? The person who goads another to commit a transgression is just as culpable as the perpetrator of the act, you know.
I did think of approaching you in person last Saturday night at the Salvation Army dining room in Pirie Street after you accosted me and took my photograph without permission, along with that of fellow diners at my table, to try to engage with you about what it is that enrages you about me so much. Upon discussing my plan with a table mate, I was advised, “You can do that if you want but you’ll probably just get a volley of abuse”. Would you be more amenable to receiving my message via Facebook, since the written word is a more leisured form of communication and you, on your part, are able to consider at your own pace what I have to say. Just a few things you should know about me:
 I am not responsible for your photograph appearing on the Homeless Journal web site. In fact, I did not know that it would be posted there until I espied it there.
 My personal opinion is this: That vigilante pursuit of drug dealers and users is an avocation to which I am eminently unsuited ie. physically, psychologically and professionally. I have not and would not post details on any public blogging site about suspected drug dealers and users. I opine that it is most injudicious for civilians to personally implicate themselves in the seedy world of drugs, that that task is best entrusted to the accredited professionals ie. the police. Having said that, I AM against drugs but do not believe that civilians can control their usage or distribution through social media campaigns. A civilian who has concrete information about drug dealing or usage is best advised to contact Crime Stoppers anonymously; I would never consider implicating myself in a vigilante role.

You are terrorising any person whom you believe has any connection with the Homeless Journal web site. It is a legal activity to blog online, Mark, however distasteful this activity may be to yourself. Your actions evince your egregious lack of integrity and perspicacity. The Homeless Journal web site does have significant – some would say, incalculable – sociological, historical and cultural value and it’s not just me who thinks so! The National Library obviously also thinks so, as they are archiving it! The site is an engaging snapshot of life in marginalised South Australia – it has immediacy, relevance and (hopefully!) honesty.
Please understand, Mark, that most reasonable people will not accept as irrefutable truth everything or (more pertinently) anything they read on that web site. The “truth” of any post is no more than authorial “truth” ie. the “truth” as the writer sees it. All our beliefs are the “truth” as we see it ie. “truth” is variable according to the individual’s interpretations, perceptions, biases etc.

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Hello, Mark,

My first name is Laura. I’ve set up a temporary Facebook page for the purposes of sending you this message.
To date there have been two incidents involving yourself and myself, both of which I’ve carefully documented in case of future need, (dates, times, witnesses etc.).
Mark, did you take my photograph to distribute to gullible and incendiary minds, hoping to goad those people into violating me in some way? The person who goads another to commit a transgression is just as culpable as the perpetrator of the act, you know.
I did think of approaching you in person last Saturday night at the Salvation Army dining room in Pirie Street after you accosted me and took my photograph without permission, along with that of fellow diners at my table, to try to engage with you about what it is that enrages you about me so much. Upon discussing my plan with a table mate, I was advised, “You can do that if you want but you’ll probably just get a volley of abuse”. Would you be more amenable to receiving my message via Facebook, since the written word is a more leisured form of communication and you, on your part, are able to consider at your own pace what I have to say. Just a few things you should know about me:
 I am not responsible for your photograph appearing on the Homeless Journal web site. In fact, I did not know that it would be posted there until I espied it there.
 My personal opinion is this: That vigilante pursuit of drug dealers and users is an avocation to which I am eminently unsuited ie. physically, psychologically and professionally. I have not and would not post details on any public blogging
You have made history, Mark. After about 20 or 25 summers and winters have passed, I will become just a memory, and a few decades after that, probably not even that. However, people will know the name and face of Mark Arstall 500 years from now! You have made history!
If you are, in fact, grieved rather than pleased by that fact, why don’t you make an appointment with professional persons about your possible options. You could try negotiating with the editor of the Homeless Journal web site about your issue, or you could visit a community or neighbourhood centre in Adelaide to discuss any possible legal or non-legal options such as mediation. It is legal to blog but I’m not sure if a boundary is crossed when you publish a person’s full name and photograph. You need to consult a professional person.
If you are stuck for money as a non-Australian citizen who cannot claim benefits, you could try participating in clinical or psychological trials or surveys such as those conducted by CMAX, the Sansom Institute at the Bonython Jubilee Building at Frome Road (opposite Royal Adelaide Hospital), the RAH itself, the universities or CSIRO. CMAX in particular pays really well. Also you will often receive useful clinical information about yourself. And, of course, as you know yourself, you would have more disposable income if you gave up smoking.
What I wish for you, Mark, is that you will find your way.


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Mark, I’ve just viewed this page
and as you can guess, I’m stabbed through the heart and crushed to pieces. Because I know that you will be immensely gratified with the information, I’ll let you know I’m that shivering, dry retching and weeping uncontrollably. Are you doing cartwheels?
I did think you despised me but NOT THIS MUCH!
You’re right, I’m worthless. I have no value. I should die. I should do the right thing and take that great leap into the unknown. You’re right, I’m a disgusting mentally deranged morbidly obese slob and I should die. I am what I am, Mark. I should hang myself. Then a vital space would be created for a needy person in public housing and the government will save a lot of money! I can perform one last action of value to society.
I was 11 when my mother killed herself at the age of 38. Others in my family have taken that great leap into the unknown and of course it’s my destiny too.
My cousin Genevieve hanged herself at the age of 49 several years ago and I was sad about it. But as my mother once told me, when you cut fingernails or hair, it doesn’t feel pain because it cannot feel. I should become that which feels not.
My neighbour Kim told me this morning “a homeless-looking guy” was looking for me this morning. I was at home this morning but no-one rang my doorbell or knocked on my door. So you’ve sent someone to kill or hurt me. This is the end, Mark. You don’t have to worry about me any more.
I did care for you and pity you – still do! still do! I can’t help it – must be mad! - but I was never “infatuated” with you! I guess being female, supposed “infatuation” is just another means by which you can ridicule me. Can’t you have social interchange with a female without thinking that she is “infatuated” with you, Mark? Do I detect a gust of narcissism in the air? Have you ever had a female friend who was not a sexual conquest or a person in whom you had a vested interest eg. mate’s partner, female relative who is useful to you or female employer? No female friends that are just friends who happen to be female? That’s kind of sad. …Being female, I guess that “infatuation” is just another barb with which you can strive to ridicule me. I am sorry if you have mistaken my natural garrulity in writing for an infatuation and hope you will accept my reassurances now and my apology for any offence that the sight of me or my words have caused you.
I swear that I haven’t discussed Judith with Norm for a long long time. She’s stopped harassing me a long time ago, she’s been good, she hasn’t caused me any trouble so of course I feel better about her now. You’re wrong when you say I’ve supplied all the “Mrs. Telstra” stories. Almost all of the “Mrs. Telstra” stories have been news to me. I’m not the fiend of malevolence and perniciousness that you have always assumed me to be.
You don’t have to send your Arstall Mafia out to get me, Mark. Please be satisfied with my proffered atonement for my repulsive self. I do hope that you will be satisfied with the sacrifice that I offer you and implore you not to seek a similar sacrifice from poor old Norm, Peter and Mark. Be satisfied with my own sacrifice and let that be enough, please, Mark!
Just give me a few hour to get my affairs in order and I swear on my life that I will give you the gift that will appease you.
There is no hope. There are no solutions. But I do hope you will be satisfied with the sacrifice.
A person’s decision to leap into the great unknown is that person’s decision and responsibility only, Mark. I would never want another human being to feel any guilt for what is absolutely my own rational, well-considered decision.
Best Wishes

Mark Arstall said...

How many times do i have to block this thing on facebook lol

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The fact if the matter is the police need to talk to Norman Barber about his cyberstalking/bullying website becuase he is the cause of all this. I told you fools to stop nicely..i told you fools to stop not so nicely...I've been to the police countless times about his site. They didn't do anything. I finally get a phone and can reply to your bullshit. Create my own website and do the same to them and they cant handle it..whatever fools. You stalked and picked on a guy with no money or a phone. I read the website "adelaide homeless journal" for the first time this year in august. Hadn't read it since xmas last year. So how do i know that mark smith, laura willows/hendon/simpkin (who knows what her real surname is) Peter Nash, fat david etc are the ones who write the site if i dont read it. Because they continally stalk and harras me..but what ever this shit is coming to an end. You've brought it all on your selves. Real life creditable witnesses of you lot stalkng me, private messages to me. The documentation of it all on normans web site. Thankyou laura for going to the police. Through this page they can see all your messages to me. What did i do? You idiots decided to stalk and obsess over me, write complete buĺlshit about me in the net. Ive done bothing but defend myself from you mental cases and told you hundreds of times to stop. You gloat that lawyers couldnt stip you. You people are mental. Blah blah keep it up

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So laura willows/simpkin/hendon i suggest you go to the police and tell the truth. You told me that you do write stoires about me in that web page. Both written and verbaly. You told me peter nash supplies photos to norman barber. You say you and mark smith didnt try to get me banned from west care. Yet the story on the journal says you did. 5 westcare workers can testify that you two did.
Its clear to anyone who goes to the homeless supoort refuges and then reads the website that who is responsible for the website. Private one on one conversations with mark smith and luara appear there. If they have no involvement then how do their stories appear there. I'm sick of this game by a bunch if mentally deranged stalkers who never amounted to anything in life other than been charity scabs. Cant do food reviews because the peolpe who dont have anything to do with the website are to scared to go to these places now to do food reviews..? Mental cases. Im blaming the wrong people? If im acccusing the wrong people and they have nothing to do with the website then how does that appear on the website if they have nothing to do with it. From saying that i dont talk to the people who contribute to the site, avoid eye contact and leave when ever they are near. So your saying i know who you all are and try to avoid you...but you keep harassing me. I tell Mark smith to f off, i tell him I'll put a restraining order on him..then he i walk into the westcarr dining hall he gets out of his seat blocks my path and says "hey mark you have mental problems" and sits back down. He wore a bowl of soup that day for harrasing me 3 times in the space of 20 minutes. I ask card player david "hows the journal going" he bails me against the wall and starts screaming at me " arstall this arstall that ive been dead for 60 years arstll"..what ever that meant. I

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I try to get away from the fat retard and he grabs my are and drops, pulling me down on top of him to try and make it look like I hit him. Peter nash and the man from Petersborough, what ever the fagits name is walk out of the Hutt st centre. Staring at me. As they approach i tell them to take a photo for the journal. Peter starts insulting and abusing me saying im crazy im mental its all in my head. I stand up, what cunt...then why does it say your the photographer "arstall pointed out the photographer" a xmas at the town hall. Bad move from my part mentioning this without taking a screen shot becuase the story has now been changed. The old idiot just kept calling me mental and crazy..what ever go take photos of a dirty toilet and i turned away. At which point he snapped. Puffed himself up like a cane toad came right into my face and called me a " fuckng weasil" without touching him i took off his glasses and told him to "take a swing old man" at which point brian grabbed me around the neck from behind. I pulled him up onto my back forcing him to let go befor he was flipped. I said "no brian he's the photographer for the journal" brain the appolgised. I turned back to peter and told him to puck up his glasses which were in the gutter. Two workers walked out and debated calling the police. They did not witnesses peter pick up his hat because it never came of his head. He was never slapped. If im going to hit someone im gonna punch them. So get that through your heads. He didn't have a mark on him.
Norman claims i punched him twice knocking him unconscious yet he never called police or went to hospital. As you can see on the video i never touched him. He tried to hit me with a table tennis bat, then tried to snatch my phone, then chased after me. My path got blocked and he managed to grab me around the waist. I swept his legs out and he curled up tense on the ground in the fetal position then pretend to be unconscious. You can see his elbow and knee is raised on the vid. Hes holding his head off the ground. You can see the moment he closes his eyes and starts to pretend. If he was knocked unconscious he would have had to go to ambulance would have been called, a polce report would be filed. None of this was done

Mark Arstall said...

So hello police are you reading this?

Mark Arstall said...

Hi laura as you can see ove publishes your many letters here which clearly contradict each other
How about next time you ho to the police you tell the truth

Mark Arstall said...

Lol i need to put some effort into spell checking...well no im just telling it like it drafting and editing just the truth

Mark Arstall said...

Nice one norm! I see you are encouraging loyal supports like Kel Bel to create "mirror sites".
So we can just go back to thier sites and see how many times you change a sotries.
Makes my job easy?

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What are the chances of while sitting in a church a box falls from the heavens and gashes someones head?
Very good if your name is Mark Smith aka "lance armstrong" aka "poor old man who rides a bike".
Which is exaxtly what happened to him while seated at the Salvo's one Saturday night.
Was he seated in Emma Hines seat?
I like to think so.
He will not let her soul rest. 
He tormented her in life. 
He thinks himself a psychologist, claims on his page to have read alot about psychology.
I've watched him practice.
I watched him practice on Emma Hines.
Do you think like to talk about this?
I did nothing and paid it no attention.
..but its all recorded on the "adelaide homeless journal.
They think they can drive me crazy.
Maybe they are.
Why did they pick on me?
DEATH ON THE SANDS by norman barber.
Lets talk psychology.
"Is mark arstall psyching himself to murder"
I dunno. Am i, your the ones writting the story.
Every one knows that cyber bullies get off on what they do because saying that sorta stuff gets the shit kicked out of ya in real life.
Well Norman must have a death wish.
He wants to be a real life murder story.
He wants to be remembered, desperately.
Sorry aint gonna happen norman.
My guess is your gonna die of food poisoning eating all that dodgy free food you complain about.
But hey your are what you eat huh..and norman is about as bittet and toxic as you can get.

.or hes going to die in mental asylum