My feet are burning
My heart is churning
My head is spinning
Am I winning?
I want to reach you
I want to hold you
I want to touch you
I want to feel you next to me
I settle down and look around
Yet find myself here on my own
My soul it aches, your love, where's proof?
Until then I am a cat on a hot tin roof
Friday 30 September 2011
If music be the food of love
A small thought for today.
Listen to your favorite songs, share in the joy they bring you. Think about what they mean and why they have touched your heart. And if it's about the person who is Crazy for You remind them you will always be their Sugar,Sugar.
So if music be the food of love,
Play long, play loud and play from the heart.
Listen to your favorite songs, share in the joy they bring you. Think about what they mean and why they have touched your heart. And if it's about the person who is Crazy for You remind them you will always be their Sugar,Sugar.
So if music be the food of love,
Play long, play loud and play from the heart.
Thursday 29 September 2011
Hope
Hope the sunshine is bright tomorrow
Hope the wind is light as well
Hope that dreams become real
Hope I leave this living hell
Hope that hand will hold me tight
Hope that smile will shine on me
Hope that it works out right
Hope that we will forever be
Hope the wind is light as well
Hope that dreams become real
Hope I leave this living hell
Hope that hand will hold me tight
Hope that smile will shine on me
Hope that it works out right
Hope that we will forever be
To Thine Own Self Be True
In the dark I stand and search afar
Looking for that shiny shimmering star,
Seeking out the truth in me
So that I'll be able to see
The journey that has been,
And the one that is soon to be
I don't know that I can find the heart
Because the love is far apart
If indeed it was ever so
Which makes me wonder,
And want to go
Far from this place where I am low.
Troubled times and troubled minds
Encouragement from all kinds
If only they could understand
That no more plays the band
If I could only have what my heart always knew
Only then could I to mine own self be true
Looking for that shiny shimmering star,
Seeking out the truth in me
So that I'll be able to see
The journey that has been,
And the one that is soon to be
I don't know that I can find the heart
Because the love is far apart
If indeed it was ever so
Which makes me wonder,
And want to go
Far from this place where I am low.
Troubled times and troubled minds
Encouragement from all kinds
If only they could understand
That no more plays the band
If I could only have what my heart always knew
Only then could I to mine own self be true
Would you stand at post?
As you are aware I am twittering like mad and talking to everyone I can about the plight of Ben Parkinson and all those who have served in our forces and have returned home in a different shape to having entered the fray.
It will soon be November, it's only a month away, and the brave stalwarts of the Royal British Legion will be out on the windy and wet streets of Britain selling poppies in aid of those who have served, living or dead. This year more than ever it is important that we all wear our poppies with pride.
Some however will scorn upon this as Britain being warmongers. Politicians are warmongers not soldiers. Soldiers do an amazing job, they stand at post whilst we sleep and say, "We shall keep you safe". Soldiers do not want war, soldiers do not want to kill or be killed. Like everyone else they want to return to their homes, their beds and sleep with loved ones close by in peace.
I hate war, I hate death,my life has always been about preserving life, giving people a better quality of life, physically or psychologically. But if I was asked to do so even if unlikely in my 46th year I would stand at post to protect those things that I hold dear to me. I sometimes sit back and wonder how many others would.
If I were to tell you that one of the best laproscopic camera systems was originally designed by a security agency of a certain nation for spying on people would you not wish for that system to be used on your children if they needed surgery? Thought not. You see here lies a problem. Lots of people have this misguided notion about the nature of the soldier who stands at post yet through that soldier working in a job that people find uncomfortable many breakthroughs have been made. You all love your mobile phones and laptops or PC's well these didn't start life as business tools, all had some form of military application first.
So when those who stand at post are injured we should be grateful to them, we should look after them as they have looked after us and what really upsets me is that after 4 days of almost constant twittering people still seem more interested in Harry Hill's TV Burp than people like Ben Parkinson.
If I were those people I would take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself
Could I do what Ben Parkinson did, could I stand at post?
It will soon be November, it's only a month away, and the brave stalwarts of the Royal British Legion will be out on the windy and wet streets of Britain selling poppies in aid of those who have served, living or dead. This year more than ever it is important that we all wear our poppies with pride.
Some however will scorn upon this as Britain being warmongers. Politicians are warmongers not soldiers. Soldiers do an amazing job, they stand at post whilst we sleep and say, "We shall keep you safe". Soldiers do not want war, soldiers do not want to kill or be killed. Like everyone else they want to return to their homes, their beds and sleep with loved ones close by in peace.
I hate war, I hate death,my life has always been about preserving life, giving people a better quality of life, physically or psychologically. But if I was asked to do so even if unlikely in my 46th year I would stand at post to protect those things that I hold dear to me. I sometimes sit back and wonder how many others would.
If I were to tell you that one of the best laproscopic camera systems was originally designed by a security agency of a certain nation for spying on people would you not wish for that system to be used on your children if they needed surgery? Thought not. You see here lies a problem. Lots of people have this misguided notion about the nature of the soldier who stands at post yet through that soldier working in a job that people find uncomfortable many breakthroughs have been made. You all love your mobile phones and laptops or PC's well these didn't start life as business tools, all had some form of military application first.
So when those who stand at post are injured we should be grateful to them, we should look after them as they have looked after us and what really upsets me is that after 4 days of almost constant twittering people still seem more interested in Harry Hill's TV Burp than people like Ben Parkinson.
If I were those people I would take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself
Could I do what Ben Parkinson did, could I stand at post?
Wednesday 28 September 2011
Traumatised or Trauma on Screen?
It has come to this bloggers attention that 3000 children in Wiltshire are going to be shown graphic videos and listen to harrowing accounts of road traffic incidents to teach them that bad things happen if they don't follow the rules of the road.
Here some stats: 30 million plus drivers in the UK
3000-4000 deaths on the UK roads each year
400-600 people out of the figure above die because of drink driving
I have an infinite amount of respect for the fire and rescue services and for the trauma teams that work at the hospitals having worked in the field of trauma both physical and psychological for over 25 years. I have experienced first hand both in and out of an operating theatre exactly what this entails. I have seen everything from bomb victims to road traffic casualties, from domestic violence to falls from trees. And as a youngster I was a volunteer in the mountain rescue so I have witnessed some very harrowing scenes. I know what these fine people experience.
The problem is showing it in graphic detail in the classroom just does not work. There is no emotional connection in the same way. Especially in a world where media from all genre shows us violence, death, destruction and trauma. And the irony is that the psychological mechanisms that allow the emergency services to carry on their work professionally are de facto the same ones that anaethetise young people's minds from the impact of such shocking scenes. And if people know they are going to be shocked they prepare for it.
Take the case of Ben Parkinson, Britain's most injured survivor of the Afghan War. His story only made the inside pages of the newspapers on Sunday and Monday of this week yet the picture of Michael Jackson's dead body was on the front of the Sun this morning.
Ben Parkinson like many other veterans suffered horrendous physical trauma and no doubt has suffered or will suffer psychological trauma along with that just as many of his comrades have done, will do or are doing so now. It is a specific type of trauma which for many years was completely removed from the medical world because it was politically sensitive and undermining to morale. It didn't exist. Shell shock saw hundreds of men shot for cowardice in World War 1. In World War 2 they called in LMF (Lack of Moral Fibre). By the time of the Falklands War and after the woeful experience of the Vietnam Veterans in the United States they were calling it PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). We now know it does. I know it does for I suffered very badly and still have difficulties due to a serious road traffic collision that happened to me.
As a result of my own experience and thanks largely to time I spent in sessions, with Professor Gordon Turnbull, to whom I am eternally grateful, I have studied psychology in depth and particular the psychology of trauma.
I am vehemently opposed to the death penalty because as a child I saw a television programme which although a drama was actually very educational. It followed a reporter who wanted to know what it would be like to be on death row. It was arranged that he become a prisoner by being convicted of a capital crime and only the Warden, the newspaper editor, the Chief of Police and the presiding Judge knew the truth. As his execution date drew closer the four people who knew the reality were replaced by four who all insisted that this reporter was lawfully sentenced and execution would take place. On the day of his execution he was led to the electric chair and strapped in and when the switch was thrown instead of the chair sparking to life the lights in the execution chamber came on. Then the original Judge asked the reporter how it felt being on death row after expressing that all the people who you could now see in the shot were opposed to the death penalty. There was no response so the reporters blindfold was removed to show a single tear running down his cheek. He had died of a heart attack brought on by psychological trauma.
And interestingly enough returning to Ben Parkinson here is a young man with great dignity who has now effectively been castigated by those whom he served with passion and pride. Every soldier knows that they may face death on the battlefield but are we prepared for it? Is this why so many ex servicemen and women find it difficult to return to civvy street and have never ending battles with domestic violence, alcohol abuse and drug addiction?
We have a duty to fight for Ben and his colleagues, we have a duty to help them for the service they have given to us yet our moral guardians the media only serve to push him to the inside pages for the lack of shock value. Yet it is shocking the way in which he is being treated and we need to stand up and be counted just as they did.
We must educate our children, we must educate our people. We must give them a positive emotional connection so as to deter negative things from happening. We must be strong and we need to learn how to care in a positive way.
Here some stats: 30 million plus drivers in the UK
3000-4000 deaths on the UK roads each year
400-600 people out of the figure above die because of drink driving
I have an infinite amount of respect for the fire and rescue services and for the trauma teams that work at the hospitals having worked in the field of trauma both physical and psychological for over 25 years. I have experienced first hand both in and out of an operating theatre exactly what this entails. I have seen everything from bomb victims to road traffic casualties, from domestic violence to falls from trees. And as a youngster I was a volunteer in the mountain rescue so I have witnessed some very harrowing scenes. I know what these fine people experience.
The problem is showing it in graphic detail in the classroom just does not work. There is no emotional connection in the same way. Especially in a world where media from all genre shows us violence, death, destruction and trauma. And the irony is that the psychological mechanisms that allow the emergency services to carry on their work professionally are de facto the same ones that anaethetise young people's minds from the impact of such shocking scenes. And if people know they are going to be shocked they prepare for it.
Take the case of Ben Parkinson, Britain's most injured survivor of the Afghan War. His story only made the inside pages of the newspapers on Sunday and Monday of this week yet the picture of Michael Jackson's dead body was on the front of the Sun this morning.
Ben Parkinson like many other veterans suffered horrendous physical trauma and no doubt has suffered or will suffer psychological trauma along with that just as many of his comrades have done, will do or are doing so now. It is a specific type of trauma which for many years was completely removed from the medical world because it was politically sensitive and undermining to morale. It didn't exist. Shell shock saw hundreds of men shot for cowardice in World War 1. In World War 2 they called in LMF (Lack of Moral Fibre). By the time of the Falklands War and after the woeful experience of the Vietnam Veterans in the United States they were calling it PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). We now know it does. I know it does for I suffered very badly and still have difficulties due to a serious road traffic collision that happened to me.
As a result of my own experience and thanks largely to time I spent in sessions, with Professor Gordon Turnbull, to whom I am eternally grateful, I have studied psychology in depth and particular the psychology of trauma.
I am vehemently opposed to the death penalty because as a child I saw a television programme which although a drama was actually very educational. It followed a reporter who wanted to know what it would be like to be on death row. It was arranged that he become a prisoner by being convicted of a capital crime and only the Warden, the newspaper editor, the Chief of Police and the presiding Judge knew the truth. As his execution date drew closer the four people who knew the reality were replaced by four who all insisted that this reporter was lawfully sentenced and execution would take place. On the day of his execution he was led to the electric chair and strapped in and when the switch was thrown instead of the chair sparking to life the lights in the execution chamber came on. Then the original Judge asked the reporter how it felt being on death row after expressing that all the people who you could now see in the shot were opposed to the death penalty. There was no response so the reporters blindfold was removed to show a single tear running down his cheek. He had died of a heart attack brought on by psychological trauma.
And interestingly enough returning to Ben Parkinson here is a young man with great dignity who has now effectively been castigated by those whom he served with passion and pride. Every soldier knows that they may face death on the battlefield but are we prepared for it? Is this why so many ex servicemen and women find it difficult to return to civvy street and have never ending battles with domestic violence, alcohol abuse and drug addiction?
We have a duty to fight for Ben and his colleagues, we have a duty to help them for the service they have given to us yet our moral guardians the media only serve to push him to the inside pages for the lack of shock value. Yet it is shocking the way in which he is being treated and we need to stand up and be counted just as they did.
We must educate our children, we must educate our people. We must give them a positive emotional connection so as to deter negative things from happening. We must be strong and we need to learn how to care in a positive way.
Sunday 25 September 2011
Salute the Fallen, Support the Living
It is right that we honor the fallen servicemen and women of this country for they have made the ultimate sacrifice in our name.
It is not right that we treat those who have not died but have been horrendously wounded with less honor.
I read today that Ben Parkinson, the most seriously injured surviving British soldier, will not receive his full compensation package of over £1 million but will have it capped at the £570k he has received already leaving him to rely on NHS services that are over stretched and not suited to dealing with those suffering this kind of battlefield trauma. The reason he will have to rely on the NHS is because he will be discharged from his beloved job on medical grounds.
I seem to remember the RAF doing this a few years ago to a chap called Douglas Bader. And look at what he went on to become.
Ben Parkinson is an inspiration. Just like Simon Weston was, following the Falklands, Ben has shown men with lesser injuries that there is a way forward. We cannot stand by and let the administrative staff in the Army, most of who quite frankly have never ventured outside their cosy little offices, to ruin the treatment programme for rehabilitation that has been devised for Ben.
The closure of the dedicated military hospitals and the reliance on Headley Court and medical wings of NHS hospitals was never going to compensate for places such as RAF Wroughton, Cambridge Military Hospital, Aldershot and RN Hospital Haslar. It was always short sighted of the bureaucrats and politicians to close specialist military hospitals and although we shouted loud in the 1980's and 90's no one wanted to know.
If we are to be the best then we must act like the best and if that means spending some money on our injured veterans then so be it. I would rather that than some of the potty projects governments come up with.
And as the sun goes down I say that we should honor the living as well as remember the dead.
It is not right that we treat those who have not died but have been horrendously wounded with less honor.
I read today that Ben Parkinson, the most seriously injured surviving British soldier, will not receive his full compensation package of over £1 million but will have it capped at the £570k he has received already leaving him to rely on NHS services that are over stretched and not suited to dealing with those suffering this kind of battlefield trauma. The reason he will have to rely on the NHS is because he will be discharged from his beloved job on medical grounds.
I seem to remember the RAF doing this a few years ago to a chap called Douglas Bader. And look at what he went on to become.
Ben Parkinson is an inspiration. Just like Simon Weston was, following the Falklands, Ben has shown men with lesser injuries that there is a way forward. We cannot stand by and let the administrative staff in the Army, most of who quite frankly have never ventured outside their cosy little offices, to ruin the treatment programme for rehabilitation that has been devised for Ben.
The closure of the dedicated military hospitals and the reliance on Headley Court and medical wings of NHS hospitals was never going to compensate for places such as RAF Wroughton, Cambridge Military Hospital, Aldershot and RN Hospital Haslar. It was always short sighted of the bureaucrats and politicians to close specialist military hospitals and although we shouted loud in the 1980's and 90's no one wanted to know.
If we are to be the best then we must act like the best and if that means spending some money on our injured veterans then so be it. I would rather that than some of the potty projects governments come up with.
And as the sun goes down I say that we should honor the living as well as remember the dead.
Dreaming of Wonderland
I feel no more pain
I feel no more sorrow
It will not be the same
For I shall not wake tomorrow
I sleep in the sky
I move in the air
For now I am free
Of the bully bear
Stand strong in your thought
Feel joy in your heart
For though I'm not here
We shall never part
But for me my dear friend
The bell it will toll
I am always with you
Deep in your soul
Don't think it a crime
Don't think it a sin
Stand up to the bully
Never give in
I dream every moment
In this place where there's peace
Because now I am free
And my sleep will not cease
I feel no more sorrow
It will not be the same
For I shall not wake tomorrow
I sleep in the sky
I move in the air
For now I am free
Of the bully bear
Stand strong in your thought
Feel joy in your heart
For though I'm not here
We shall never part
But for me my dear friend
The bell it will toll
I am always with you
Deep in your soul
Don't think it a crime
Don't think it a sin
Stand up to the bully
Never give in
I dream every moment
In this place where there's peace
Because now I am free
And my sleep will not cease
Friday 23 September 2011
Of passing of the guard
Pain brings Hope
Hope brings Desire
Desire brings Change
Change brings Pain
Our destiny is circular
Our lives are so short
The hour glass runs
And we are no more
We look to the sky
We search all the heavens
We imagine the peace
That lies in forever
And when the guard has passed
The baton held aloft
We know for certain
That we were truly loved
Hope brings Desire
Desire brings Change
Change brings Pain
Our destiny is circular
Our lives are so short
The hour glass runs
And we are no more
We look to the sky
We search all the heavens
We imagine the peace
That lies in forever
And when the guard has passed
The baton held aloft
We know for certain
That we were truly loved
Monday 19 September 2011
Of memories, of heroic deeds, of life
Wow now there's a title. Well I though I'd better have something catchy as this blog is designed to coincide with my 5000th tweet on twitter and I can't say in 140 letters what I want to say here.
I have shared many things with you over the past year or so. Thoughts, memories, sadness, laughter and opinion have all been there and the writing of my several blogs has been a cathartic experience, hopefully one that will continue for a good while yet. So when I look back at this last week I have to say that it has been an eye opener even for someone as long in the tooth as me.
Last night following the canal barge trip I sat with some of my family and my son's friends at his and his partner's house. We ate, drank beer and wine,we laughed and we watched TV. Quite normal you would think? Well bearing in mind that this has not been a normal week it was a wonderful distraction.
Today as I woke up it was a normal day, the car breaking down, again,chores to be done and work to be planned. And then I saw something on the TV which brought me to tears again, the death of Ginger 'Mr Grand National' McCain. And it set me to thinking once again about those things that have shaped my life and made me who I am today.
I have learned so many things and I still keep on learning every day, it is a lifelong experience, yet the thing that keeps coming back to me is the raw emotion of the power of love. I have spoken about hope and love before and I am no one trick pony however the reality of life is that love and hope are so important. I know that I love my children for instance, and I hope that I have done a good job as their father or adopted father. I know that I love sport and I hope that one day I will again be able to take some kind of part in sport from a participants view. I know I have the capacity to love, for I am human, and I hope I use that gift wisely, it's all anyone can do.
I hope that you enjoy this little thought process and I hope that Ginger has bee reunited with his Rummy in the vastness of the time and space of the universe.
I know my spiritual home has always been Liverpool, and maybe that is why the passing of the man has made me think back about all that I have known, learned and experienced. As he joins with his loved ones I hope that I shall never be separated from mine in any time or space.
I would truly love it if that were the case...
I have shared many things with you over the past year or so. Thoughts, memories, sadness, laughter and opinion have all been there and the writing of my several blogs has been a cathartic experience, hopefully one that will continue for a good while yet. So when I look back at this last week I have to say that it has been an eye opener even for someone as long in the tooth as me.
Last night following the canal barge trip I sat with some of my family and my son's friends at his and his partner's house. We ate, drank beer and wine,we laughed and we watched TV. Quite normal you would think? Well bearing in mind that this has not been a normal week it was a wonderful distraction.
Today as I woke up it was a normal day, the car breaking down, again,chores to be done and work to be planned. And then I saw something on the TV which brought me to tears again, the death of Ginger 'Mr Grand National' McCain. And it set me to thinking once again about those things that have shaped my life and made me who I am today.
I have learned so many things and I still keep on learning every day, it is a lifelong experience, yet the thing that keeps coming back to me is the raw emotion of the power of love. I have spoken about hope and love before and I am no one trick pony however the reality of life is that love and hope are so important. I know that I love my children for instance, and I hope that I have done a good job as their father or adopted father. I know that I love sport and I hope that one day I will again be able to take some kind of part in sport from a participants view. I know I have the capacity to love, for I am human, and I hope I use that gift wisely, it's all anyone can do.
I hope that you enjoy this little thought process and I hope that Ginger has bee reunited with his Rummy in the vastness of the time and space of the universe.
I know my spiritual home has always been Liverpool, and maybe that is why the passing of the man has made me think back about all that I have known, learned and experienced. As he joins with his loved ones I hope that I shall never be separated from mine in any time or space.
I would truly love it if that were the case...
Wednesday 14 September 2011
Tears in a childs eye
Last night the father of two of my children died.
To watch them go through the same pain that I have suffered, the same pain that we all ultimately suffer is horrible. I have seen many dead bodies in my life, been at the deaths of loved ones but the total feeling of uselessness that I had last night will live with me forever.
In many ways it is easier to deal with the pain if you are suffering it yourself. I would gladly have taken that pain on board if I could have but the reality is that it doesn't work that way.
I am here when they need someone to talk to, and I shall hold them if they need comforting. I will do all that I can.
As I head off to another funeral this morning with the thought that another is just around the corner it reminds me that we have but a short time on this planet and what we have been given we should use wisely.
So whatever you are doing today go with grace, humility, love and above all passion
To watch them go through the same pain that I have suffered, the same pain that we all ultimately suffer is horrible. I have seen many dead bodies in my life, been at the deaths of loved ones but the total feeling of uselessness that I had last night will live with me forever.
In many ways it is easier to deal with the pain if you are suffering it yourself. I would gladly have taken that pain on board if I could have but the reality is that it doesn't work that way.
I am here when they need someone to talk to, and I shall hold them if they need comforting. I will do all that I can.
As I head off to another funeral this morning with the thought that another is just around the corner it reminds me that we have but a short time on this planet and what we have been given we should use wisely.
So whatever you are doing today go with grace, humility, love and above all passion
Tuesday 13 September 2011
Humanity, what does it really mean?
This has been a difficult week for many people around the world. It has been a difficult week for me and in particular my children. And all of this got me to thinking about humanity.
What is humanity?
Wiser people than me have tried to define it. Why therefor should I have a better take on things? Well I can't say that I have a better take on things just my own personal perspective.
Humbly I would argue that humanity is about human beings showing acts of selflessness not selfishness towards each other on not a monthly or quartely basis but on a second by second timescale. It is about random acts of kindness and love given without thought of compensation being offered. It is about helping up those who have fallen, even if they be your mortal enemy. It is about generosity of spirit and of thought.
Many in the world would have us believe in a dog eat dog culture, survival of the fittest. I can understand that as I have lived in that world but take this thought for one moment.
If the fittest survives then there can be only one fittest by definition and when all others are gone then the fittest is left as a lonely, isolated being as described so well in the novelette by Matheson, I am Legend.
However as all who have read the book or seen the excellent film starring Will Smith the one thing that the main character yearns for is company and that is the reality of humanity. We seek the comfort and nurturing of others. And if others do not provide that then we have indeed lost everything.
Deep, well maybe. Insightful, I don't think so. Yet I still have an infinite belief that man is his own worst enemy and that violence, greed, corruption and self centredness will ultimately lead to our destruction.
So in the words of the immortal.......
Try a little tenderness
What is humanity?
Wiser people than me have tried to define it. Why therefor should I have a better take on things? Well I can't say that I have a better take on things just my own personal perspective.
Humbly I would argue that humanity is about human beings showing acts of selflessness not selfishness towards each other on not a monthly or quartely basis but on a second by second timescale. It is about random acts of kindness and love given without thought of compensation being offered. It is about helping up those who have fallen, even if they be your mortal enemy. It is about generosity of spirit and of thought.
Many in the world would have us believe in a dog eat dog culture, survival of the fittest. I can understand that as I have lived in that world but take this thought for one moment.
If the fittest survives then there can be only one fittest by definition and when all others are gone then the fittest is left as a lonely, isolated being as described so well in the novelette by Matheson, I am Legend.
However as all who have read the book or seen the excellent film starring Will Smith the one thing that the main character yearns for is company and that is the reality of humanity. We seek the comfort and nurturing of others. And if others do not provide that then we have indeed lost everything.
Deep, well maybe. Insightful, I don't think so. Yet I still have an infinite belief that man is his own worst enemy and that violence, greed, corruption and self centredness will ultimately lead to our destruction.
So in the words of the immortal.......
Try a little tenderness
Monday 5 September 2011
In Memorium
Today I have received very sad news indeed. A close work colleague who I have known for over 14 years has died.
She was always around and always had a kind word and she will be missed.
Janet Harry go sleep with your beloved husband in eternal peace.
She was always around and always had a kind word and she will be missed.
Janet Harry go sleep with your beloved husband in eternal peace.
Sunday 4 September 2011
All I want for Christmas
As you can tell from my last blog post I am somewhat upset at the way people are around my neighbourhood.
Let's take out the negatives and be positive. Everyone brings something to the party, it has been my motto for many years, however people need to realise that this party called the human race is a big one where we all co-exist.
People need to learn that others will get upset if there is continual negativity towards them so people need to be aware of this and start acting as a giant community. There is too much of an I'm all right Jack attitude going on and that is not good.
How can you make the difference?
Look at your neighbour and walk in their shoes for just a few steps.
Reach out a hand to pull them up if they fall.
Tell them that they are welcome.
It is possible that we can make this world a better place. So let us start today!
Let's take out the negatives and be positive. Everyone brings something to the party, it has been my motto for many years, however people need to realise that this party called the human race is a big one where we all co-exist.
People need to learn that others will get upset if there is continual negativity towards them so people need to be aware of this and start acting as a giant community. There is too much of an I'm all right Jack attitude going on and that is not good.
How can you make the difference?
Look at your neighbour and walk in their shoes for just a few steps.
Reach out a hand to pull them up if they fall.
Tell them that they are welcome.
It is possible that we can make this world a better place. So let us start today!
Looking through a single eye
Last week was wonderful being spent in the friendliest of places, Cornwall.
The return to Wiltshire has been a return to reality, to sullen, sulky and darn right rude people. I have to say that the native people of West Wiltshire are by far the most insular, arrogant and generally most self righteous group that I have ever met. Not everyone is like that and there are some truly decent people amongst the plethora of bottom feeders but the overall the impression is a negative one.
Now I am generally open minded about most things but quite frankly I have had enough.
I am convinced that there is no way that the natives of West Wiltshire are in fact human, I suspect that crop circles are real and that aliens have in fact already invaded coming down to Earth in a rural site so that no one would notice. It can be the only explanation for the way that these people are so vastly removed from any other group of people I have ever met whilst travelling this planet.
I was happily enjoying a joke with my 10 year old son to be confronted by an irate local who clearly had psychotic tendencies believing that we were laughing about him when nothing could be further than the truth. Shop assistants instead of helping you feel the need to control everything you do and should you dare to ask for something that isn't there you would think that you were asking them to remove their arms and legs.
People talk to you outside of West Wiltshire, I know it is a shock but that is the way it is, you see inside West Wiltshire you have to talk alien to be able to communicate with the natives and just like a scene from invasion of the body snatchers people will look and stare at you if you are not native.
And the really sad thing about it is that they think that this is normal. Stonehenge, well Quatermass may have been right........
The return to Wiltshire has been a return to reality, to sullen, sulky and darn right rude people. I have to say that the native people of West Wiltshire are by far the most insular, arrogant and generally most self righteous group that I have ever met. Not everyone is like that and there are some truly decent people amongst the plethora of bottom feeders but the overall the impression is a negative one.
Now I am generally open minded about most things but quite frankly I have had enough.
I am convinced that there is no way that the natives of West Wiltshire are in fact human, I suspect that crop circles are real and that aliens have in fact already invaded coming down to Earth in a rural site so that no one would notice. It can be the only explanation for the way that these people are so vastly removed from any other group of people I have ever met whilst travelling this planet.
I was happily enjoying a joke with my 10 year old son to be confronted by an irate local who clearly had psychotic tendencies believing that we were laughing about him when nothing could be further than the truth. Shop assistants instead of helping you feel the need to control everything you do and should you dare to ask for something that isn't there you would think that you were asking them to remove their arms and legs.
People talk to you outside of West Wiltshire, I know it is a shock but that is the way it is, you see inside West Wiltshire you have to talk alien to be able to communicate with the natives and just like a scene from invasion of the body snatchers people will look and stare at you if you are not native.
And the really sad thing about it is that they think that this is normal. Stonehenge, well Quatermass may have been right........
Saturday 3 September 2011
The most important thing!
Britain has given two world class achievements to the world, the first is the Royal Navy. Why do I say this , well because without the Royal Navy much of the world would never have been discovered as quickly as it has been, and the British Empire would never have survived. In fact Britain would never have survived as the Royal Navy has been responsible for centuries for the protection of our shores.
The second thing that Britain has given to the world is the National Heath Service.
I am a passionate supporter of the NHS because it is a basic human right to have access to free point of contact health care. If we are not careful we will lose that.
Governments have to take a long term view, something that was forgotten the day the NHS was unveiled and since them both left and right have used it as a ping pong ball to appease voters and fool the public.
We have allowed it to be open to abuse of poor management, poor purchasing and poor investment. We forgot that the prevention is better than cure and that education is the key to change.
This present administration has to make a long term commitment to the NHS rather than thinking about the next election. I would be surprised if this happens yet I still believe that it is possible to make the NHS great again.
The second thing that Britain has given to the world is the National Heath Service.
I am a passionate supporter of the NHS because it is a basic human right to have access to free point of contact health care. If we are not careful we will lose that.
Governments have to take a long term view, something that was forgotten the day the NHS was unveiled and since them both left and right have used it as a ping pong ball to appease voters and fool the public.
We have allowed it to be open to abuse of poor management, poor purchasing and poor investment. We forgot that the prevention is better than cure and that education is the key to change.
This present administration has to make a long term commitment to the NHS rather than thinking about the next election. I would be surprised if this happens yet I still believe that it is possible to make the NHS great again.
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