Monday, 24 December 2018

About Cliff Richards.


About Sir Cliff Richard – christened Harry Webb.

I have always had a kind of moderated empathy with the pop star (Sir) Cliff Richard, although our paths have only occasionally crossed – and then many years ago in his early days of fame.  Although we were born thousands of miles apart – him in India and me in the East End of London and with only 4 months between us-  I found him to be a very pleasant and polite person despite already  being an incredibly popular ( and talented ) entertainer from the very start of his career. And from recent  media coverage he  still seems to be basically the same kind of person.

Of course his homosexuality – once hidden from the public for many years – is now common knowledge, a fact which he now has to cope with after the many years of adoration by his millions of loyal female ( & many male ) fans.  

His 1963 hit song Batchelor Boy ( the line “happy to be a bachelor boy until his dying day” might have given us a clue to his sexuality then) has come to be actual fact as Cliff has never married although several unsuccessful attempts have been made to link him to possible girlfriends.  He is of course and always will be a committed homosexual , his brain irreversibly damaged from birth. ( see my essay Homosexuality the Cause & Effect.) 

Unfortunately he has had a bit of a rough time lately what with the internet and what is laughingly called social media able to say anything they like about him, while any attempts by him to put his side of the story only tend to make things look even worse than they really are.

Cliff is now a old man and most of the time despite the stress , the make up and his extreme wealth looks it for most of the time he is exposed to the pubic gaze. 

He still has a wonderful singing voice and is also fortunate in being able to get away from it all to his very private small vineyard estate , possibly with some kind of friend/companion of similar  lifestyle/persuasion.
I do feel very sorry for him as he had no choice in his inherited genetic lifestyle and like very many homosexuals terribly unhappy with their lot has tried just about everything possible to try to correct it , but of course to no avail at all. 
And there is not very much more than I can say about it - except to wish him luck for the future.  


Thursday, 20 December 2018

good humour


We can often discover good humour in the strangest of places. Not long ago I bought a small book – not much more than a booklet actually – in Waterstones Piccadilly store.  Published in 2017 it was a light hearted look at The British Diplomatic Service over a period of years and made good reading.

Here is a short piece that I have pinched from it – with apologies to the Turkish population everywhere.

It’s a letter from the British Ambassador to Moscow to Lord Pembroke at the Foreign Office , London dated 1943.

“My dear Reggie,

In these dark days man tend to look for those little shafts of light that spill from the heavens.  My days are probably darker than yours and I need - my god I do - all the light I can get .

But I am a decent fellow and I do not wish to be mean and selfish about what brightness is shed upon me . So, I propose to share with you a tiny flash that has illuminated my sombre life and tell you that God has given me a new Turkish colleague whose card tells me that he is called Mustapha Kunt.

Well , we all feel like that Reggie from time to time especially when spring is upon us, but few of us would care to put it on our cards.

It takes a Turk to do that ! “  

Tuesday, 11 December 2018

Mid December 2018


11/12/2018

I’ve been having a pretty easy time of things health wise just lately ,teeth , hearing and general health not giving me too much trouble  -  until last week that is.

I was at  Barbara’s bungalow in Stowmarket when out of the blue it suddenly hit me. My myeloma that is , which although it was diagnosed 9 years ago I had never had any kind of reaction from it and was only aware of it through regular blood tests. It came without any kind of warning at all, was extremely painful and as I was to discover caused some quite severe damage.

Barbara managed to manhandle me into her car and rushed   me straight to the local hospital in nearby Bury St Edmunds and that’s where I woke up about 4 hours later not having the faintest idea where I was.

I soon discovered that they had found major deterioration of a bone in my upper arm and that I  had immediately undergone a major operation to deal with it by fitting a permanent metal splint in the arm. The operation was a success and although the arm is in a sling I can move it about and there is not too much pain.  I have a review of the situation in 3 days time and hope I will be out of the sling by the Xmas holidays.

In the meantime I think that Barbara has found a very nice mature local man to deal with the garden , trees and etc; and even possibly some general handyman work.
 Our local park. 

We will have a very quite Xmas here in Stowmarket for the holiday but Barbara has planned one of her usual magnificent buffets for the new year for family and neighbours who are on their own .  Our grandchildren are no longer children but grown up with their own lives but I expect we shall still see them from time to time – I do hope so anyway.   

Friday, 9 November 2018


R.I.P. KEN SHELLITO .  Died 31st October 2018.

Footballer extraordinaire and a really nice guy.


Kenny was six weeks older than me and part of our little ‘gang’ from about age 17.  Although he found National ( and sometimes International ) fame as a world class footballer he was never a show off of any kind and a real unassuming character in every way. 

He became Captain of Chelsea  in 1963 when he was only 23 years old and eventually team manager. A world class footballer , Ken also played for England until a serious knee injury caused him to retire in 1968.

However famous Kenny  became in football , he was still ‘one of the lads’ and never neglected his old friends – things were so different in those days.  Where-ever he was in the world he would return to the UK to attend one of our reunions – the last in 2010. 

Footballers in those days did not earn the incredible amounts of dosh that they do now , but although Ken was still a lot better off than the rest of us he was not at all ostentatious and in most respects just led a normal life.

Ken bought an old London taxi but he couldn’t drive so I would come down to Elm park where George , Harry and Dave lived and either me or Dave Acklin would drive the taxi up to London and we would all go out on the lash.   PHEW those were the days !!  

Ken married early in life and had two children , but the marriage did not survive the stresses and strains of fame and fortune.  In later life he married a Malaysian woman where he then lived and worked as  coach for The Asian Football Association.  We met his new wife Jeany,  at our last reunion in 2010.



Photo;   George , Me , Harry , Ken & Dave.

Sunday, 4 November 2018

Sights and sounds of the Cap.


An unusual cup of coffee.

You see some strange things at the holiday village of Cap d’Agde , but this was just about as strange as it could get. We were still in the South of  France at the end of September. It was warm and sunny and we were sitting at a pavement café just about to start working out the details of getting ready to return to our normal winter life in Suffolk.

I heard the click clack of high heels and into view from behind me came a most unusual – even in Cap d Agde – sight.   The woman, tall , svelte and  immaculately dressed in black leather and wearing loads of heavy gold jewellery was leading the most amazing looking animal  I have even seen outside a zoo or circus.  It was a ferocious looking beast about the size of a Labrador dog which I later identified as a European Wildcat and as I looked over towards it ,  it hissed loudly and almost spat at me. Its owner almost as awesome as her pet ,apologised to us and pulled the animal closer to her with its professional halter leash.

I don’t think that Barbara was really frightened by the animal , but I could see that she was not really comfortable with the situation, so I quickly paid the bill and we went on our way.        

Sunday, 28 October 2018

On the issue of Gender


In the chaos of my current efforts at  downsizing I’m afraid that I have got a bit behind on my ongoing BLOG.  I do try and keep it interesting as well as up to date , but although I still have a pretty active lifestyle with plenty to write about, enough spare time is always a bit of a problem.

I suppose I will just have to try a bit harder as I don’t want to give everything up quite yet and of course the more I do the better condition my brain keeps in.

So here we go again.



ON THE ISSUE OF GENDER.

I’m absolutely and totally cheesed off with all the media hoo- ha on the current issue of Gender. The word occasionally came up in general conversation twenty years or so ago as a description of a persons sex, ie; are they either a man or a woman.  Most people are what would simply be described as NORMAL.  Meaning that they conform to a usual standard and are free from mental or emotional disorder.

For the vast majority of humanity the answer to that was fairly easy to define physically, primarily by examination of the sexual organs. Vagina – Breasts; Female. Penis ,Testicles; Male. And in spite of all the various theories on Gender that is very much the same now.

Greater knowledge of science has informed us that in some people there can be some kind of abnormality with the brain which does not match up with the actual  physical evidence.   The individual looks like and feels like one sex , but there brain tells them that they are the opposite.

The media describe them ( and many describe themselves ) as transgender or gender this or gender that  ? It is a major problem for the person that this condition affects, but as yet  there is no known remedy.

I am sorry for all those people that are affected by this situation , but it is a complete waste of time and effort going on about it. Just like the Homosexual their brains are damaged and cannot be repaired or changed in any way. Some may benefit from psychological help to deal with what will be a permanent problem throughout their lives , but they cannot ever be cured and that is that.


I may often refer in my writing to the word NORMAL.  In this case I use the dictionary meaning ; conforming to a usual standard and free from mental or emotional disorder.

And for me, that’s  the end of this discussion. 

A VERY UNUSUAL MAN.

Until today I had never heard of PHILLIP ULLMAN , but a short piece about him appeared in the Sunday Times Magazine ( 28/10/18).    Aged 53 he is the head of The Cordant Group , a family owned business with over 5000 major clients. The feature - by Caroline Scott whom I imagine works for the Sunday Times - is a superb piece of reportage which I recommend to everyone that can get hold of it.

Mr Ullmans major aim in life at the present time is to turn The Cordant Group into the UK’s biggest social enterprise, directing profits into education, employment and healthcare programmes and he hopes to influence others by his own actions and examples.  I am pretty certain that he will succeed and in no small way. 

While we have people like Phillip Ullman alive and kicking there is still hope for us all in this often seemingly totally insane world. 

28/10/2018       

Wednesday, 29 August 2018

NOW IN SEMI RETIREMENT at last.


August 2018.

I have finally realised that age having caught up with me, I can no longer carry on with my hectic lifestyle .

I am no way the fit person I used to be not that long ago , in fact the reverse is true and my days of walking a couple of miles wandering around London for a whole day taking pictures is long gone  Chasing around from one place to the other, London one minute , Suffolk or France the next is right out of the window,  in fact I often have trouble remembering where I am when I first wake up in the morning and it has to stop before it stops me .   I have had to give myself a quick kick up the backside – metaphorically speaking of course - and so from now on my life will rapidly move into full retirement mode instead of part time.  



First to go will be London as I can really do without the hustle and bustle of City life.  My full time base will soon be in the quiet Suffolk countryside and holiday time will be just once a year – about six or eight weeks will do – in our small but lovely holiday home on the Mediterranean coast at Cap d Agde.

  

The actual changeover will be hard work as it is quite involved , but I hope to have a bit of help here and there - and also quite stressful to give up what has been such an interesting lifestyle for the past two decades. However ,  what will be will be and it will always be something to look back on with a great deal of pleasure.

I will still have my writing – the last part of my trilogy - French Kissing, is in its final editing stages and will soon be on Amazon. French Kissing is a compendium of short stories and a true saga of explicit sex and sensuality in the 1960’s & 70’s and will come on to the market co-incidentally at just the right time.

I have just read in the press that explicit sex is about to hit the screens in prime time as Wanderlust, described in the press as “a ground breaking moment for sex on TV” is about to get plenty of public exposure at any moment. I will have to reserve judgement on Wanderlust, but whatever the reality and quality of content I can guarantee that the actual sexual bits will be measured in seconds rather than minutes.   



 And finally for this blog, I am pleased to report that I have been able to place my archives with the National Media Museum where they will form a part of  the National Collection.

Thursday, 16 August 2018


UPDATE AT LAST !!!
I am sorry to say that I have recently fallen behind in keeping up with my previously regular BLOG.

A question of health is the cause – a long overdue hernia operation – which has now thankfully put the matter right , although I am not fully operational just yet and must take things easy for another 3 or 4 weeks.  Not that this will make much difference to my everyday life as I tend not to do very much physical stuff nowadays in any case -or any other kind of stuff to be quite honest.

My Operation;

Right in the middle of the mixture of old stalls that is presently the old Whitechapel Market, a gleaming spectacle of shining steel and  glass rises into the sky- a bit like the Empire State Building in New York , but this one  in the heart of the East End of London is not more than half a mile from where I was born 78 years ago.  It is in fact the new LONDON HOSPITAL and full of the latest high tech medical equipment and expert staff and last week I had an inside view of what goes on inside this superb new medical centre when I was admitted for my small operation .  Outside it’s all a bit of a mess at the moment , but a massive amount of change is already underway and what was the old market will eventually become  the centrepiece of a  5 year multi million pound regeneration scheme.

Abut half an hour after my admission, when I was comfortably settled in my hospital bed I had a visit from a charming and attractive smartly dressed woman in high heels who introduced herself as Mrs (indicating to me that she was a consultant and not a Doctor) , that she was Head of Surgery  and that she would be carrying out my operation the next day. I have to say I was very impressed by it all and filled with confidence. She seemed very young for such a position and I couldn’t help but mention it to her. She appeared pleased but slightly embarrassed by my comment , but obviously content enough to respond that she was not so young and had only recently had her 52nd birthday.  She was I think of Anglo/Asian origin and could have easily passed for about 30.

My operation went well and this very attractive lady  came along to see me the following morning – as did dear Barbara both of which  cheered me up no end.  The operation itself was an unmitigated success and I needed very little aftercare not even any painkillers which were offered me.  I did have an unpleasant side effect – it must be one of my weak points -  with urine retention and had to have a bag on for a few days but fingers crossed the whole thing now seems to be healing OK .

Back home we are currently engaged on a vast clearing out operation. I have already binned a lot of paper stuff but there is loads more to go.  Some – like my old albums of Art and Erotica stuff , Punch Prints and etc; will go on EBay when I get the chance and will raise some cash for one or another of Barbara’s special funds or sell at a boot fair and what’s left will be chucked.

We had a little scare recently after Barbara had her regular breast scan and she had to have it again. In fact it was a big scare really as they don’t tell you what’s going on until the very end. Thank goodness it was nothing at all , just another look at the scan to make sure all was well.  And it was as Barbara was diagnosed by her consultant to be in overall first  class condition and as fit as a fiddle .  Quite remarkable news and a time for celebration - which we will be doing very shortly.

At present there is not much time for celebration as Barbara has recently made comprehensive plans for a complete redecoration of the lounge , a whole lot of new furniture and upholstery and a paved patio for the back garden , which will greatly reduce the amount of weekly maintenance for her.  I just wish she would get a part time gardener but at the moment she seems to enjoy it – so ??? 
This fantastic looking nine storey building is the r stuff , and am hoping to sell a reasonable amount of my completed albums covering the subjects of Art, Erotica, the Eccentric  and etc;. which I will put on e-bay as soon as I get round to it.   But there is still a vast amount of archive material to go through , photograph and list in order to get it onto e-bay.  It’s a lot of work but it has to be done and at the end of the day a fair bit of cash will have been raised and the office will look a lot tidier.  The next clear up will be the computer and the accumulation of files on it that are no longer needed.

My Books:

I have already written the two volumes of my autobiography and with the help of Peter May ( who described himself as “ my editor “ ) they have been put on Lulu and so far one of each has been printed. I don’t know quite what has gone on lately as I can’t seem to get any info from Peter May but I am going to try to persuade Bloomsbury Publishing to publish them.   I have just discovered that volume 1 is on Amazon available as a kindle version and a paperback.

 God only knows how they got there or where the money for them will go but I will eventually find out and in the meantime will attempt to get the second book published on Amazon too.

hopefully I will find out eventually.  

Fashion in Shoes.

Unlike dear Barbara I am not really much of a fashionista, although I do like to wear nice well made clothes and shoes. But like Barbara I also have different styles of clothing to go with the lives we lead in three different places – London , Suffolk and The south of France.  Some of it is new , modern and up to date , but the rest of my wardrobe is quite old or even ancient although well kept , looks good and is still very serviceable.  A good example are my brown leather boots with a Cuban heel.

 Hand made in Portugal by an old wizened man of an indecipherable age , I actually watched him at work sat outside his tiny shop at an ancient glue encrusted bench before ordering a pair from him.   All this took place 41 years ago and they cost me the equivalent of £4 in English money.  The leather used was of the quality of hand made shoes which in the UK would have cost even in those days around £600 a pair – nowadays around £2000.

The boots still shine up beautifully and its easy to see the quality of both the materials used and the skills of the maker.  I have only once needed to have them attended to apart from regular cleaning and a good spit and polish.   Last year I succumbed to modernity and had a thin rubber sole and heel stuck on but it hasn’t altered the overall appearance. 

I can’t remember which is the oldest – my superb Italian overcoat, made in Rome and bought in Milan – made of alpaca – or my boots ?. The alpaca lives in the high mountains of South America – The Andes – so no wonder its wool is practically impenetrable.  Wrapped up tightly in this coat which is mid calf length and fits me like a glove I can withstand  just about any weather conditions in this country as long as my head is well covered. 

                                       Back home we are currently engaged on a vast clearing out operation. I have already binned a lot of paper stuff but there is loads more to go.  Some – like my old albums of Art and Erotica stuff , Punch Prints and etc; will go on EBay when I get the chance and will raise some cash for one or another of Barbara’s special funds or sell at a boot fair and what’s left will be chucked.




Wednesday, 8 August 2018


THE HISTORIC AREA OF WAPPING



Immediately adjoining  the CITY OF LONDON , the district of Wapping is the furthermost point on the North side of the RIVER THAMES that could once be reached by the large cargo ships bringing their multitude of goods to England.



Here , in the 18th and 19th centuries , many of the shops and houses originally bordering the old city walls were demolished in order to build the huge pools , basins and warehouses which made up the NEW LONDON DOCKS at WAPPING.



These multi-storied and often vaulted warehouses , were originally built to store  the most expensive of the multitude of goods which were imported into the country at that time .    Fine Wines , Brandy &  Tobacco , Silks , Ivory and rare Spices were amongst the many commoditities stored here.   Right near their CITY homes , it was a local and convenient dealing place for the rich LONDON merchants , who had put up much of the money needed then for this huge development.



All the usual utilities necessary to support a development of this kind were gradually built alongside the many dockside wharves and warehouses.    Many more public houses and inns were added to the abundant supply already in existence , which in turn attracted even more visitors to the area.    



Later on , as Wapping developed more generally it became one of the  busiest and liveliest parts of London .  Seamen of all nationalities mingled  with the variety of  other workers going about their  business of delivering , collecting , buying and selling that was a part of the essential daily life of docklands.   Not just during the day either -  for the hustle and bustle of Wapping went on round the clock.   



Wapping , together with the  adjoining district of Whitechapel soon became one of the most notorious parts of London.   Drinking and debauchery , and much much more became the order of the day.  It was the haunt not only of 'Jack the Ripper' but of many  other murderous and villainous scoundrels of the period.  Dead bodies were regularly hauled out of the Thames at WAPPING STAIRS  in the mist shrouded early hours of the morning.  Some had gone in just 'dead drunk' , while others had perhaps met a more horrible end.



After the 1940 -45 war , the goods coming into all of London's docklands gradually reduced in quantity .  From the mid-1960's onwards this huge part of the Thames-side started on a downwards decline which ended eventually in the total closure of all the docks.  In 1968 The LONDON DOCKS  ceased to operate completely and the whole area it occupied , including Wapping , soon fell into a very poor state of repair.



In the early 1980's  this sad decline was thankfully reversed when the whole area was designated  a conservation area .    Millions of pounds were set aside to re-develop this unique river-side site.    The old docks and basins were filled in , the old canals were restored and joined together with new links , and extensive landscaping took place in the surrounding areas.   The multitide of  Georgian and Victorian warehouse buildings , houses and customs offices , most  of them already historically listed and protected properties , were superbly restored and converted into new housing , shops and offices.



These magnificent buildings and their newly built counterparts , many of them overlooking the River Thames , now form some of the most luxurious and expensive properties in the whole of London . 


THE PUBLIC HOUSES OF WAPPING.



It was sometimes necessary in this process of re-development and total  refurbishment to occasionally pull down one building or another.  Serious drinkers will be pleased to hear that none of the pubs of Wapping ( or in fact in almost  any  other part of docklands ) suffered that horrific fate.  Visitors will often see the 'pub' left standing completely on it's own where it once stood in the middle of a row of houses or shops.



As well as the more well known pubs along the Thames foreshore of Wapping High Street , like The Prospect of Whitby ( said to be the oldest in London ), The Captain Kidd and The Town of Ramsgate , there are many others with just as interesting a historical backgound. 



Just off of Wapping Lane there is a small pub , left like many of it's contempories standing almost alone among the new developments. 

THE OLD STAR  now re-named TURNERS OLD STAR has it'self undergone a complete but very sympathetic refurbishment in the last few years.  Affixed to the front wall of the pub , and a part of this new work is a sign  beautifully scripted in black and gold.     It reads:

JOSEPH TURNER

1775 - 1861


Brought up in London , Turner was always fascinated by the Thames. Water and ships were a major source of inspiration in his works and the riverside area of London was to remain his homebase all his life.


Turner was held in high regard by all his contempories and was rewarded with both critical acclaim and considerable wealth. Although something of a society figure he was more at home among the bustle and debris of London's docklands.



TURNERS SECRET LIFE

Turner was exceptionally secretive , especially over women. From the age of 25 he was to keep several mistresses who were to bear him 4 illegitimate children.

Although he never married , women always played can important part in Turners life. His vigourously sensual side was to emerge in the copious quantities of erotic drawings discovered amongst The Turner Bequest on his death.  These were supposedly executed during weekends of drunken debauchery amid the dockside taverns of Wapping.

PUGGY BOOTH


In 1833 Turner met Sophia Booth , a widowed landlady frokm Margate who was to become his mistress until his death in 1851.   When Turner inherited two cottages in the dockland area of Wapping he converted them into a tavern and installed Mrs Booth as the proprietor.  He named the tavern The Old Star.

To maintain secrecy during their life together Turner adopted her surname. This , combine with his 5' height and portly physique was to earn him the nickname PUGGY BOOTH.

Back into Wapping Lane and almost opposite the Star is another ancient Pub , The Three Swedish Crowns.  A litle further down the lane is yet another period Inn , called The White Swan and Cuckoo.

All these old pubs are now filled with a cosmopolitan crown of drinkers.   A few of the old original inhabitants of docklands, London cockneys and descendants of the early ethnic immigrants rub shoulders with the trendy bankers , lawyers and yuppies that have now made their homes here , as well as the many tourists that are slowly getting to know about the area. 

For a pleasant walk of about an hour or so , go through our gate onto the new canal stopping briefly to feed the ducks , then walk down past Tobacco Dock and turn right into Wapping Lane.    You will see The Old Star across the green on your right and maybe stop in one or another of the local pubs for a quick refreshment.  

Turn right again at the end of Wapping Lane and stroll down the old cobbled streets of Wapping High Street.   Here , on both sides of the road there are many of the beautifull and original old restored Georgian and Victorian Houses and converted Warehouses. 

At the end of the road you will find another unusual pub , once again standing on it's own with the buildings around it either having fallen or been pulled down.   Named after one of the many vessels that brought  it's valuable cargo up the Thames and into London is 'The China Ship'.

Carry on , with the river Thames on your left along St Katherines Way until you reach the entrance into St Katherines Marina through the entrance to Devon House.   Pass the new Tower Hotel and up the stairs onto TOWER BRIDGE.

From the middle of the bridge look downriver and see the River Police Headquarters on your right just by Wapping Stairs with the tower of Canary Wharf just peeping over the top of the buildings lining the river bank. 

In front of the Tower Hotel , which dominates this part of the riverside , is the new Pierhead and walkway for the Riverbus and other river leisure craft.

Go back down the stairs and along the Northern side of St Katherines Dock passing in front of the little shops that have been converted from the Old Ivory House. Built in the  Italianate style in 1854 , this magnificent original warehouse building  has now been converted into luxurious apratments , shops , offices and restaurants.

Scattered around the sides of the docks you will spot huge lumps of stone , one piled upon the other.   These great lumps of hewed rock are about the only remnants still left over from the old days when St Katherines was a real working dock.  They were used as ballast to replace the cargoes unloaded from the sailing barges , to give them the stability they needed as they rode the waves back down-river for yet another load. 

Finally , leave the old dock through the car park , cross St Thomas More Street and back into the main  entrance of Quay 430.

Tuesday, 31 July 2018

About Religion


About Religion;



Religion is an almost worldwide belief in the existence of some kind of individual/being/thing –supposedly the creator of humankind – that made us , cares for us , grants us our wishes and ultimately sends  us up/down to some safe and happy place when we die , dependant on our behaviour or the strength of our convictions.  Of course there is not one single piece of evidence that any such thing or person exists ,but nevertheless  most human beings believe this theory  to some greater or lesser degree.  



The major reason  of course for this entirely unsupported belief is that of wishful thinking. Most of us feel much better having some recognised belief that we live on in some form or another instead of turning to dust – as in fact that’s what really happens to us all.   And  of course there is always the  relentless degree of brainwashing from well meaning parents/society in general to follow the standard belief.   



 I would describe this form of belief in simple terms as a major curse of human life’ and one which looks like having no sign of either reducing or completely disappearing in the near future.  Without having the benefit of any of the scientific information available today we can forgive those that held this view in the past – but we  now know for certain that this simple viewpoint is nowhere near the real truth.  



There is of course no heaven or hell –  and the scientific alternative now accepted by most people under the age of about 30 in the UK at least  is that we are all made of some kind of matter– flesh , bones and the lot – and that we eventually return to matter when we die.   Modern day scientific research indicates quite clearly that space goes on and on to what we can only understand as infinity – and it is crass stupidity to believe anything else – so that’s about that.

Religious mania at about every level has always existed in society in some form or another  – however how to deal with this is a continuing problem .  



Protestants and Catholics , the ones most common in the UK as well the dozens of other recognised known groups go on about their business without causing any inconvenience to the rest of society in general who mainly let them get on with it.   



However, a mild belief in some kind of religion does little harm to anyone.  At the lower end of the scale of  ‘say’  1-10 it has a soothing and peace inducing effect – but unfortunately at the top  end it can produce a form of clinical insanity, its radical and extremist followers  setting out to kill and do away with anyone that disagrees with them.

 

We have this problem at the moment in the UK and not only in this country but practically all over the world with some followers of the Islamist religion, more commonly known as Muslims.   In it’s  original ancient form Islam  was  basically a peaceful  style of worship, which the vast majority of its followers maintain today.  It is radically different from our own Christian religion which although in the past was not so different from Islam but has now settled into a more relaxed version which most people in the UK at least follow.



However Islam is primarily a male dominated religion in a mostly male dominated section of society, wherever it is practised.  Even in liberated parts of the world – like the UK for example-many Muslim women are encouraged by their family members to wear the kind of clothing that at one end of the scale  relies for some kind of headscarf when out of the home to the other radical end which requires a special outfit in a plain black material that covers them from head to toe except for the eyes.



But it’s not all bad news as many younger Muslim girls and even some older women too are rejecting this style for more modern fashion – and they mostly look very good in them.



Obviously many men from traditional backgrounds are not very happy with this lessening diminution to their powers of domination ,especially the younger members of society.   They say that anyone that that does not agree with this insane mantra should be done away with – and they are  happy to kill themselves in the process along with anyone that happen to be standing next to them at the time.



These radicals are usually young men and are of course all clinically insane – and just like their kind that used to be held in mental institutions for the dangerously insane  are as such unable to recognise their  illness.   However ,  over the coming years we are bound to see a massive amount of change as women of all races and beliefs gradually assert themselves.



As a percentage of the overall population , the Muslim community in GB is very small - just about 3.5 million of them throughout the whole country – but they do tend to get far more publicity than they really deserve.   Those few who are radical and extremist   can do a great of harm and do collect a massive amount of media interest which tends to attract other young impressionable young men – and some women too.



Women are LIFE;  It’s nothing to do with religion of course, but the fact is that women are life and they themselves are only just beginning to realize it.    Men only bring to the table a few grams of sperm - basically  just about enough to determine the sex of the child and few minor characteristics - and the sooner we all recognise this fact , the better it will be for society as a whole.








Friday, 11 May 2018

publishing update

I have finally managed to work out how to get Amazon to do my publishing. It doesn't seem to be too difficult,  so I will try to do a bit later on today.  I am not going to have time to do much more before we get away from the computer for a bit but it wont take long to get ahead when I get back.  B has a load of work planned at the bungalow - garden and patio ( already started ) complete change of décor and furnishings and that about all I hope.  Everywhere is a complete mess at the moment and I try my best to ignore it but I know that she will get it all OK in the end. Trying to enjoy the summer - or what we are getting occasionally and hope it will be better in France.  

Monday, 30 April 2018


MY BLOG:

I am sorry to say that I have recently fallen behind in keeping up with my previously regular BLOG.

A question of health is the cause – a long overdue hernia operation – which has now thankfully put the matter right , although I am not fully operational just yet and must take things easy for another 3 or 4 weeks.  Not that this will make much difference to my everyday life as I tend not to do very much physical stuff nowadays in any case.

We are currently engaged on a vast clearing out operation. I have already binned a lot of paper stuff , and am hoping to sell a reasonable amount of my completed albums covering the subjects of Art, Erotica, the Eccentric  and etc;. which I will put on e-bay as soon as I get round to it.   But there is still a vast amount of archive material to go through , photograph and list in order to get it onto e-bay.  It’s a lot of work but it has to be done and at the end of the day a fair bit of cash will have been raised and the office will look a lot tidier.  The next clear up will be the computer and the accumulation of files on it that are no longer needed.

My Books:

I have already written the two volumes of my autobiography and with the help of Peter May ( who described himself as “ my editor “ ) they have been put on Lulu and so far one of each has been printed. I don’t know quite what has gone on lately as I can’t seem to get any info from Peter May but I am going to try to persuade Bloomsbury Publishing to publish them.  




Fashion in Shoes.

Unlike dear Barbara I am not really much of a fashionista, although I do like to wear nice well made clothes and shoes. But like Barbara I also have different styles of clothing to go with the lives we lead in three different places – London , Suffolk and The south of France.  Some of it is new , modern and up to date , but the rest of my wardrobe is quite old or even ancient although well kept , looks good and is still very serviceable.  A good example are my brown leather boots with a Cuban heel.

 Hand made in Portugal by an old wizened man of an indecipherable age , I actually watched him at work sat outside his tiny shop at an ancient glue encrusted bench before ordering a pair from him.   All this took place 41 years ago and they cost me the equivalent of £4 in English money.  The leather used was of the quality of hand made shoes which in the UK would have cost even in those days around £600 a pair – nowadays around £2000.

The boots still shine up beautifully and its easy to see the quality of both the materials used and the skills of the maker.  I have only once needed to have them attended to apart from regular cleaning and a good spit and polish.   Last year I succumbed to modernity and had a thin rubber sole and heel stuck on but it hasn’t altered the overall appearance. 

I can’t remember which is the oldest – my superb Italian overcoat, made in Rome and bought in Milan – made of alpaca – or my boots ?. The alpaca lives in the high mountains of South America – The Andes – so no wonder its wool is practically impenetrable.  Wrapped up tightly in this coat which is mid calf length and fits me like a glove I can withstand  just about any weather conditions in this country as long as my head is well covered.