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The further one travels the less one really knows

I like books, I don’t read as much now as I used to, and I’m not sure why. However, I do find that books which keep my attention are the ones which create worlds in word pictures. Whether I am revisiting an oft read classic (Lord of the Rings, for example) or discovering a new multiverse (The Disc World perhaps) the one thing I find is the books tell a story but also describe the world they are set in. (Disc World did this at the beginning of the series in the Colour of Magic but keeps adding new facets with each volume that comes along).

I think I got out of the habit of reading when I started spending my down time with others, focussed more on shared adventures than the written word. Now that I’m alone it seems hard to find any down time, I used to listen to music all day every day and it is still a passion with me but I don’t listen as much today, I find that if I hear something new I still tend to focus on it until I decide that I don’t particularly like it. Mood has a lot to do with my listening habits anyway, so new music which doesn’t fit in with my mood that day won’t be enjoyed as much as on a day when it fits my mood. That’s why I tend to put music I don’t quite get today to one side to pick up again tomorrow or the next day.

I’ve read books which state that to be successful you have to find a passion and follow that path to its conclusion. In other words, find someone who will pay you handsomely for something you would do for free and you’ll never have to work a day again. I gave this my best shot in the 1970’s but it didn’t pay off for me, wrong place, wrong time. The group I was in (The Dogs…) weren’t punk, we could all play for one thing, but we were old school going for extended solo’s on guitar and drums when the world was reverting to old school rock and roll and the 3 minute single. Reproduced in concert and sounding like the recorded tracks. Whether or not the musicians could actually play their instruments or not, our brand of prog was frowned on and we never made it out of the hall into the recording studio.

Given that I’m now 63, unemployed and finding it hard to find something to pay the bills until I can afford to retire (probably at 150 the way everything is falling apart today) I don’t have the money to pay for a streaming service or to buy the music I would like to replace from my many years of collecting vinyl, cassette tapes and compact discs. What is there for a music afficionado? I could create a radio show, but the music I enjoy no longer finds its way onto daytime radio, for a vampire like me that’s not an issue but most night jockeys have chat shows with little to no music, would a radio station take a chance on someone like John Peel today? Probably not, and BBC Radio doesn’t tend to offer DJ contracts to an unknown, even today, for late night shows.

They seemingly learned their lesson the hard way, and even Kenny Everett would find it hard to get a show on BBC radio today. I would welcome the opportunity to follow my music and present this to other like minded people but that isn’t likely to happen anytime soon, if at all.


From my favourite author who tells it like it is.

So I’m asked to describe how I concentrate to write or focus on anything when pain is such a major contributor in my life and a permanent. I thought about it for a second. The doctor had used the whiteboard and drawn “my brain” with pain in the background and words like focus, concentration, motivation […]

via The doyley of pain — The writer’s blogk


Images of broken light which dance before me

Everything seems to be breaking down in the wake of 2016. We had everything going for us then, boom: it all changed and none of it for the better. Bear in mind, dear reader, this is just my take on life in my own back yard and things could well be peachy in your back yard.

I have been applying for jobs only to find that they are not real jobs only training courses which will last for approximately 12 months (taking me ever closer to retirement) with a guaranteed interview at the end of this period (yes that’s right they only guarantee an interview not a job). I have also applied for jobs only to discover that they will pay a fixed amount (National Minimum Wage) for working night shift. Who would work night shift for the same pay as they could get on the day shift? Not me buddy.

Yes I don’t have a job but I do have my self respect and thank you for your offer of a 60 hour week for £100 per week, I’d rather stay on the dole with £73 per week thanks all the same. Life is certainly beginning to get me down at the moment, but I’m trying to keep myself up by thinking it could be a whole lot worse then boom, Drumpf goes and tweets something without thinking it through and makes me laugh. Then I remember he is POTUS and that makes me sad to think he has control of the nuclear deterrent for the entire Western Hemisphere under his control.

What the hell is going on here? The world is going to hell in a hand basket and there’s no longer any way to stop it. If we don’t watch out we’ll all drown in a sea of excrement very soon. If anyone has any thing to say to prove me wrong then please feel free to either link to this post or else post comments below, I will read them and respond to them no matter how long it takes for me to get my act in gear.

Once there was a way to get back homeward

Once there was a way to get back home, sleep gently Bradley don’t you cry.

Last Friday, after a 6 year battle with Cancer, Bradley Lowery (age 6) died and will be buried this week. When I look around and see all the pointless violence and disgusting acts going on all around this planet it almost brings me to tears. Then someone loses a battle with a disease we are so close to defeating and that does make the tears come. Especially when that someone is so young and dies before having a chance to live.

There are still so many people affected by cancer, even though they don’t have that illness themselves, than those who die from it. Bradley’s parents spent a lot of time making memories with him and that is now all they have. He will not be forgotten as he has touched so many people across this country and into the world at large. He always had a smile for all who showed him love and gave everyone love, even those he never met. There was a huge amount of love going to his family from everyone I know, I was lucky to have met him at a few family events over the years and he was definitely a fighter who tried to cram a lifetime into everyday. Yes he was often weak, often in pain and suffering terribly, but if you talked to him and saw him smile at you then you didn’t feel pity for him – only love and the desire to take his pain away from him (even if you only did it for a week or a month).

I know his parents probably won’t read this but, if they did, I’d just like to say that time doesn’t heal the pain, it merely makes it easier to remember the good times and put the bad to one side. Bradley was too young to die, but I’m sure he went without showing any pain, with a smile on his face, the pure angelic face of an innocent child. Why am I so sure of this? Because he cared what others were feeling, young as he was and he always put on a brave face with a huge smile no matter how bad his pain was. He loved life and we loved him. Sleep tight Bradley and I hope you continue to enjoy your new freedom and continue without pain.

Dear Republicans, Are You Colluding With The Russians?

A voice of reason, offering why President Trump is under the thumb of Putin. If you agree please post comments on the original post and not this repost.

Gronda Morin


Republicans are most likely abetting and and enabling a Russian asset who has been living in the White House. No, this is not “fake news, nor a conspiracy theory but a DOSE of reality.

There are the facts that republican legislators have been refusing to face because too many of them have become fearful of antagonizing the republican President Donald Trump’s ardent supporters who will do anything for him, including follow him if he jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then of course, congressional representatives have been counting on the president’s followers’ votes and monies. And finally, that marginal tax cut/ reform bill that the right has been dreaming about for years has become a definite possibility.

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Words are flying out like rain into a paper cup

A week in Scotland with my dad was a whole seventeen days too long. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing him and my brothers however, there is a limit to how long you can talk to someone without any feedback to keep the conversation going. He seems to spend all his time thinking about himself, if you try to add him into a conversation (we were discussing Harry Potter as there is an exhibition in London I would like to go to and parts of the Franchise were filmed near me at Alnwick Castle) but when anyone asked him a question he would go off on one of his own topics (himself mainly) and attempt to steer the conversation to talking about his time in the RAF when he did his National Service, or how the Fife MP of the sixties would repeat Prime Minister Wilson’s words as that was Labour Party Policy.

He had no interest in learning what was being discussed by the family and joining in the conversation. It was very hard for me to get him to say anything at all, according to my brother that has only started recently but he will never shut up when either of my brothers pay a visit. My youngest brother said that he can go round and say that he’s going on holiday with his wife without either of his daughters, and dad will say something along the lines of “The ambulance will have to pick up 3 people after I get on, so it’ll be almost dinner time when we arrive at the hospice.” He’s never interested in what anyone else does so never asks where they are going or what they will be doing. This only bears out what my mum told me when she was alive that he is very selfish and self-centred and I think she would have left him before she died if she had somewhere to go. I did offer to put her up until she found somewhere of her own but being old school she wouldn’t even consider living with me and my family in our house, her house would have been different but not in ours.

She kept saying that she wished she was as brave as me and could walk out and get a divorce, but I never thought she would die living a lie, of course I was the only one of her three sons she ever had that particular conversation with so I never mention it to either of my brothers or their wives. She never even discussed it in front of my second wife or my daughter so there’s no-one I could talk to without it sounding as though I was trying to get my own back on my dad for treating her so badly. I know I should be able to forgive him for all the pain and hurt he caused to mum and I but somehow I can’t and I think he knows he will never really be forgiven for all the times he would beat me and tell me how useless I was and how much of a disappointment to him I was. How I would never amount to anything and would always be struggling to make ends meet. I think that has a lot to do with my moodiness and lack of self-esteem. It’s probably also the reason why I often think everyone would be better off if I were dead, especially since my children seem to be doing so much better without worrying about me.

Anyway, this is becoming maudlin which always brings me to tears so I won’t continue with this and hopefully I can be more upbeat in my next blog post, dear reader.

All you need is Love

Following on from the recent cowardly attacks by “Muslim” militants, it has become clear that a British man has followed suit and cowardly attacked a group of Muslims outside a Mosque in London. This escalation has to stop before it gets out of hand and honest decent hard working people are right to feel outrage because of all these terror attacks.

Any attack against the citizens of this country is an attack against every single one of us. I make no bones about condemning this incident as I did every other terror attack in Manchester and London. We have to unite to make sure the escalation stops and innocent people are protected, regardless of their religious beliefs and the colour of their skin. This is part of what makes this such a terrific country to live in, our humanity and love for our neighbours is second to none. Any attack against one of our citizens is an attack on us all, we have become very strong by reacting to violence although some would see our compassion as weakness, we know it is a strength.

If we continue along this path (choosing our enemies by the traits that makes them different) then we are no better than savages, who choose to fight by instinct in order to survive. However, if we choose to embrace our neighbours and fight to protect everyone living peacefully in this country then that makes us stronger than our enemies who hide in plain sight because they are too frightened to wear a uniform and stand out among us. Any act of terror threatens everyone of us and we have to unite behind the law enforcing bodies to prove that any terrorist act, regardless of who perpetrates it, will be dealt with to the full extent of the laws governing everyone in this country.

I add my condolences to those affected by the terror attacks to the others they have already received. I stand shoulder to shoulder with every law abiding citizen of this great and united kingdom of ours. If we remain united in condemnation of all acts of terror then together we remain strong, undefeated and unbowed by conflict, and this will continue.

There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done

Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung…

Well half way through the 6th month of the year, it also happens to be Gay Pride Month and I think that with all that’s going on in the world just now we should be celebrating our humanity alongside our friends. Love is love, it knows no colour, no prejudice, no sex, and certainly unites us all. Love is all you need and there is a definite shortage of it around just now so let’s join together with our LGBTQ comrades, wear something rainbow coloured and stand shoulder to shoulder with hands held and humanity on show for the world to see.

If we can share some love with our neighbours and friends then can’t we find it in our hearts to share some love with all of humanity? This planet is capable of supporting life, but it is struggling to do so. Let’s not waste our energy on hate and fear, find something to love and let love rule. Come together right now, over me.

I started a joke that had the whole world laughing

In all seriousness, dear reader, I have noticed that I have attracted more readers to this humble blog. I have noticed that several of them are black and I would like to express my eternal gratitude that they have been blessed with the same non-racial expressions as myself. I don’t consider myself white (I may be white skinned but I am not white). I am a human being and as such feel that I can condemn the actions of the few as long as I only offend those people and not the rest of society then I have achieved everything I’ve set out to do.

There are people being stabbed, shot, killed all over the planet and yet some of our leaders still insist this is not world war 3 (Drumpf for one). Wake up people, while the first two world wars started in Europe before spreading outwards, this one started in the USA on September 11, 2001. Since then we have been trying to ride the wind and fight an enemy who chooses to stay hidden in plain sight. They refuse to wear a uniform and fight openly, because they are cowards.

They claim to follow Islam but the Qoran preaches peace and love, The Bible also preaches peace and love yet Christians have fought religious wars for centuries. The time to stop the spread of hatred is now. Fear breeds violence and hatred so isn’t it about time we stood up for peace, love and tolerance? If there is a God somewhere He knows what is happening and if we don’t stop it soon will he destroy this planet to stop us doing that ourselves?

If there is a God then why doesn’t he talk to anyone today? If you believe the stories in the Bible and Scriptures, he used to talk to people 2000 years ago. Or is that all just one huge lie? Does God really only exist in the minds of His followers? I really don’t have any more answers than those men who preach to dwindling congregations, if you do then where did you get your information? If God gave us free will then we have the right to stop violence, we have a duty to protect this planet from those who will destroy it. We have to protect our children and leave them something to sustain them when we have gone.

To paraphrase a truly great man of peace who was killed on the steps of his home building on 8 December 1980, Imagine there’s no country, nothing to kill or die for and no religion too. If we are tolerant of others it makes us stronger, not weaker. If we love our neighbours and would die to protect our community that makes us stronger not weaker. There is strength in numbers but that isn’t the strength I am talking about. I am talking about the strength from our humanity, if we learn all we can about our neighbours and teach them about us, wouldn’t that be better than shouting at them or fighting them?

What do you think would stop the violence? Stop the spread of evil across this entire planet? I, personally, believe that our best defence is our humanity, our love for one another and respect for each other that will help us all to sleep at night (although sleep is over rated somewhat).

Hello Mrs Jones, how’s your Bert’s lumbago?

With all the cowardly attacks going on at the moment, I heard about a post on Facebook from an ex-military person. He (or it may have been she) offered the services of those who have served to protect our cities. While I wouldn’t condone the action suggested (they wanted guns and ammunition for these older people) it struck me that others feel as I do.

I am ex-Navy and would willingly give my life to save others, however, my eyes are shot so I wouldn’t feel safe with a gun. A vest and nightstick (baton) would be enough to protect me from a knife and standing up to these cowards may well be enough to allow others to escape the attack. I am willing to die protecting others, with that in mind, I’m not alone and others would also be willing, apparently.

Whoever wins today should bear that in mind when they think about the state of the world and how best to protect ourselves from attack. More police marksmen, more armed police and an increased presence from the army and marines is good, there are some amongst us who will jump in as well to help out because these cowards will not steal our freedom. They will not win because they cannot win, terror has never worked in Europe and will never work, to subjugate our people.

These cowards may call themselves Muslims, but they’re not. They call themselves terrorists, but they don’t scare us. They shall never prevail as long as we stand united as one to prevent this World War escalating to Nuclear Holocaust.