Here’s the thing. I life time of music and like maths, I run away from theory.

In fact it makes me nauseous.

It’s probably called something like … musicpraxius or something.

It’s why I fly solo.

I would be eating cheese and tomato sandwhiches (in an orchestra pit) during some amasing rendition of ‘We are the wombles.’

Playing by ear is, literally, that.

It hurts like…

One plays a song a trillion times just to know it and remember it and that includes them that I wrote too.

And yes I did and still do.

No one knows though, phew…….

I draw, paint and write each song down and hard copy it. I do this because my memory gets distracted by … Everything.


Every Thing.

…Anyway, I will be attempting to sing (with guitar) the Wonderful ‘Be The Centre’ at Riverside United Church this coming Sunday.

Written by Michael Frye.

There are a few obstacles to overcome to acheive this.

1. Don’t be drunk

2.Don’t be drunk

3. Don’t forget your Song/chordsheets, your guitar, your clothes, Your Lip balm.

it’s a tough world in the Church Today.

So, here is a question or maybe more than one.

The Guitar bit I can do, the flute or pin whistle or high little wind intstrment I can hum, but the riff is bootiful as they would say in Wales and Norfolk.


Thing is, it’s just me on my ownsome.

But …. But …. I can and do play the blues harp.

So can I do that Blues harp riff with a guitar and neck holder of blue’s harp (Bob Dylan) style?

I don’t know!

The song is, it seems in D, and when it comes to Blues harp the key, or scale, or notes or thingweegigs transcend.

I told you I don’t do music theory and I would just rather play.

Maybe someone out there will knows wtf I am talking about and suggest my strapped neck blues harp to do that high pitch riff will be a C blues harp or D or …..

Help if you can please. I’m serious.

Or I will Just hum and allude to it.

In other news. I have booked up with EU Music in Saltash.

And they have given me every confidence that they will look after, repair and set up my most precious Classical guitars. Precious because of my story and his/her story not money stuff.

The journey of that guitar.

There comes the disparity of throwing a nylon string down like a rock band when in fact one is still trying to sing ‘The wheels on the bus go. round round oo ooo. ooo. oo

Wish me Luck for Sunday.

I may freak so many Church goers out. I love acoustics and I am happy to move anywhere around the Church with my geetar to sing.

Oh, yes. I got a broken nose too lots of times. My singing voice it at it’s very finest.

This Post is Dedicated to Rev Sue Hill, I am so sorry that I didn’t get to meet you last Sunday. We met a lovely Rev called Peter though, nervous but warm and Kind. I heard lovely things about you Rev Hill. Peeved that I didn’t get to see your smile.

I was even sober too!

RIP Rev Sue Hill.


Breakfast in the woods

I chose this morning of heavy rain and gales to walk and cook my breakfast in the woods. It just about worked. I’m off to Church, seemingly dressed as Indiana Jones.


When I paint portraits – We talk.

I have no idea if you are alive or dead. I Know, always, that you are alive.

I say and talk to Frida. Did you love that big fat bloke then?

And she says … Yes.

I say and talk to Frida and ask, In all your pain did you try and drown your sorrows too?

She says … Yes Alyster.

I say to Frida

Have You watched BBC … the responder .

She says …

We don’t have TV here.

We have deer and rabbits and woods and mountains and cheesecake and ice cream and hugs but we don’t have TV.

Quotes > Quotable Quote

“I tried to drown my sorrows, but the bastards learned how to swim, and now I am overwhelmed by this decent and good feeling.”


I won’t be going to Church today. I am in such emotional anguish. My sincere apologies to friends and in my Church too. I desperately want to forgive all of those people whom have hurt me, through betrayal, ignorance, cruelty and negligence.

But, I can’t.

At least not today.

In bed at night I stroke the bridge of my nose where it was broken again by an attacker and touch the scarring on my lips.

Each bump and change to my body they made is a constant reminder of Hate Crime and what they did. What they did to an autistic person.

We are not in the 21st Centurary. We are in Medival Times with the same stigma, bias and prejudice as that age.

I hold on to a glimmer of hope but it is the size of a pea in a globe or planet.

My Mother once gave me a hand sewn quilt. I believed in her kindness and Love.

I do not believe that now based on her and my Father’s actions.

The refuse collector comes tomorrow, the quilt will be in a bin liner.

If any of my friends – and I know you will – please keep loving members of your ‘family’ if they are depressed, from lgbtqia community or autistic or sufferng from addiction to try and cope. Please may I ask that you keep trying to see the whole person with compassion and mercy.

It is no easy task to speak out publicly about these things, but that has always been my way.

I have a lovely new hat and I will try again next Sunday.

We had two suicides in our ‘family.’ I have fought hard to not be the third.

Always phone The Samaritans if your voice is in danger of being so silenced that the scream and suffering of the/our Human Condition is stolen.

My posts are a roller coaster at Alton Towers, I know this. Please understand that this is not attention seeking or trivial or I play. I never play with matters this serious even life threatening.

Never Ever apply for files (freedom of info) and information kept on you by Public Bodies or Statuatory Bodies and then read them on your own. Never. Always make sure you have a friend or someone you trust. The extent to which poor, false, bad, reportage of a patient, client, and such is the most awful in Society this day.

That Professionals are so or can be – behind the scenes – so dangerous to those whom they are supposed to be protecting or caring for is shockng.

I have reached a stage beyond Shock.

Change needs to happen. Non Violent Change needs to Happen.

Mr. Alyster Gynn Sunday 6th February 2022


Dear Friends. I feel more hopeful. One of the bullies that has previously attacked me has now been caught on cctv letting in a group of friends in after they have attacked me just before they enter the building. For the first time housing and police are seeing what it is that I have had to endure for so long and can now see the bullying network’s Perverting the course of justice.

I still face challenges, but I have more hope now of over coming such. I haven’t managed and have misused alchohol to try and ease immence grief, trauma and pain. However, I am finding great support from our local ‘We are with you’ and inspiration frm others. I now do not feel so alone. With Facebook friends, my Church friends and accessing the addiction support networks – I aim to embrace life and be committed to my independence and self care. As always, A big Thank You to everyone who has helped and supported me through these traumatic years. 

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Portrait and Spectrum Awards

Spectrum Art Award .

End of February 2022.


It is just that little this is a little bit of hope of something.

That my painting submitted to this award will journey forward.

Within Covid and the need for organisations to change deadlines – I am so pleased that my painting went forward.

By the end of February, I am guessing that I will know if I stand a chance of winning a ‘Spectrum Award.’

In so many ways, it does not matter. I painted a portrait of an incredible Reverend who (with others) gave me hope.

That I was diagnosed by Simon Baron Cohen’s team gives me Hope. That Autism was established, in terms of my life journey, gives me hope.

The portrait that I entered. The Painting entered was of Reverend Andrew Day.


I do not have the original paintings of Reverend Andrew Day or Reverend Chloe Jones. They were given as gifts to say ‘Thank You.’

Thank You to Our Church. Riverside United, Looe, Cornwall.


judging me, but showing LOVE.

Riverside Church Day


Stay Strong ❤️

Refuse to let ‘Hate Crime’ kill your spirit. Your bones and body can heal, but keep your faith and your spirit alive. You may wake up with night tremors and scream out because of the trauma. But do not let them win. They are bullies and some of them are on the quaint little tourist streets and some of them wear uniforms and get paid highly. MY body seems to have an incredible way of healing itself after vicious attack. I meditate constantly and ask higher power for healing. This weekend, I will be: cold sea swimming (with wetsuit – I’m not that brave) … I will be careful, my nose is still healing. Going to Riverside Church on Sunday Morning to hear what the lovely Biddy has to tell us. Walking, tidying my flat, yearning for tobacco as I ran out (but, know I can manage until Monday). I will be washing any dishes and putting them away. I will be drinking lots of water. And when I am out and about, I will be smiling. When it comes to bullies … that really irritates them. ❤️Sincerely, once again, wishing all friends Peace and Love.Image shows the 7 crafted wooden twig Chakras from Kilminorth Woods, Looe in Cornwall. Stain Glass Window, St Mary’s Church. Hand painted orange trees on my wall and my favourite image of Frida Kahlo. x



This is how I see ‘Lincoln of the woods’ 2022(fictional illustrated novel – in process)drawing copyright. Mr. Alyster Gynn.C’est ‘Lincoln des bois’ 2022(roman illustré de fiction – en cours)droit d’auteur sur le dessin. M. Alyster Gynn.

Hate Crime in Looe, Cornwall. Part One