UBUNTU I am because of who we all are.
Supporting the 2012 Olympic Legacy—I WILL be positive and endeavour to maintain the Olympians' love of life and its challenges
MALALA—a statement of the failure of religion:
religion that fails to pro-actively promote the absolute equality of male and female is fundamentally immoral and unfit for decent society.
There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus. (Galatians 3:26-28)
Diversity within unity and change over time is the reality of Creation. Peter Such, poet and writer (1943–)
Neither praise nor shoot the messenger: the message is all.

Peter Such

Peter Such

A view of Great Berkhamsted from Cooper's fields.

Peter Such lives in Great Berkhamsted, Hertfordshire, England.
Formerly working in printing and publishing Peter Such is currently an occasional writer on diverse issues, as the mood takes him.
He has regularly put his views to the test of public opinion, which is how he twice ended up as mayor of his home town.
 He also stood for The Referendum Party in the UK General Election of 1997.

www.petersuch.org www.petersuch.com
Also on Twitter as Peewit2 (he doesn't take it seriously) and on Facebook as himself (Peter.Such.5)


Wednesday 31st January 2018 [late pm]



It was Labour and the Lib/Dems that denied us the political vote that turned commercial agreements on trade into political authoritarian diktat. As  Churchill said "Trust the British people". Labour refused to do so and the Tories took too long to get round to doing so. Neither presented a state of competent argument.
We would have had a perfectly harmonious relationship with the EU had France not panicked over the greater empire and commonwealth that we created, for which reason they denied us earlier entry and ensured the rationality and logic we would have brought was excluded from the EU's basic structure, leading them away from proper objectives.

Wednesday 31st January 2018 [late pm]
Good after-noon. A quick town visit but a buffeting north-westerly is trying to prise off my hat. I so hate wind. Green spears forcing their way in window tubs and in the wayside sward. I pause at my front door tubs and groan but as I stand disconsolate I realise there too are diverse green spears--do not remove dead stuff just yet, it provides cover for the new year! Get in, offload and sort shopping; make a "nice cup of tea"; I think I'll write and share; I'm here and ready for another cup of tea!
    Looking out of my sitting room window I have a clear view down the Berkhamsted valley. Clear sky, clear sunshine, no aspect of buffet ting wind. This is a night when I could definitely leave the office and drive home without switching on the car's lights. Still niggling bits of bureaucracy but my mind is back in creative form anxious to get back to my writing.

Tuesday 30th January 2018
No business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country ... and by living wages I mean more than a bare subsistence level -- I mean the wages of decent living. -Franklin D. Roosevelt, 32nd US President (30 Jan 1882-1945) 
     Another serious question on the competence of the capitalist system but in the UK is Corbyn's intent likely to be an improvement? We are desperately trying to pay off his Labour predecessors' debts and where did those debts get us but to our present predicament and Corbyn wants to repeat the process before paying off what Labour has already incurred.
     Let's look at Labour's apparent problem with Zionism and my own personal story with Quakerism, written yesterday. In the Piers Morgan TV interview Trump came over as seemingly quite normal. If he accepts the Queen's invitation and behaves like that when over here then it is our enraged citizens who must cool their heels, out of courtesy to our Queen, so as not to embarrass her. I will try and weld my various views into a cohesion.
     “Contrary to the popular view of Muslims as dogmatic, however, a large majority of those living in America take a latitudinarian approach to Islam and the Koran. Pew found that nearly two-thirds (64 percent) ‘openly acknowledge that there is room for multiple interpretations’ of their religion, and just over half of all US Muslims agree that ‘traditional understandings of Islam must be reinterpreted to reflect contemporary issues.’”
     So wrote Jeff Jacoby; When America’s Melting Pot Works; Boston Globe; Sep 3, 2017. "The story of American pluralism began with the migration of Puritan separatists, who came to the New World seeking a haven where they could practice their faith as they saw fit. The Puritans didn't’t show much tolerance toward subsequent newcomers practicing other faiths, such as Quakers and Baptists. But those religions put down roots, and the intolerance evaporated over time.
     "That became the pattern. Though religious diversity is one of the hallmarks of American life, believers from less familiar traditions start out facing resentment and mistrust. After a while, those minority creeds and churches grow accepted and comfortable and become part of the nation’s religious and cultural mosaic.
    "We don’t often think about it, but it’s an amazing phenomenon. In a world torn by religious bitterness, the United States has repeatedly managed to assimilate clashing faiths. It was true for Quakers and Baptists in the 18th century, for Catholics in the 19th, and for Mormons and Jews in the 20th. It is proving true yet again in this century for American Muslims." Over optimistic? Some tensions are rational, in my case practical defence mechanisms in a dangerous world and the sweet "nice", passive Quaker ideas conflict but otherwise their open-minded gentleness appeals.

Yesterday, I published on Facebook: "
Fascinating. I instinctively believed I was right to just simply be me throughout my life and Edward Abbey is the first person I have discovered who completely agrees with me!
'It is my belief that the writer, the free-lance author, should be and must be a critic of the society in which he lives. It is easy enough, and always profitable, to rail away at national enemies beyond the sea, at foreign powers beyond our borders who question the prevailing order. But the moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home; to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own culture. If the writer is unwilling to fill this part, then the writer should abandon pretence and find another line of work: become a shoe repairman, a brain surgeon, a janitor, a cowboy, a nuclear physicist, a bus driver. -Edward Abbey, naturalist and author (29 Jan 1927-1989)'
     I intended developing that further, yesterday but got side-tracked. I continue here. Certainly I would be completely incapable of the alternative roles he offers. Without doubt I have been a critic of my home society. Nationally, in printing, The editor of the industry's weekly organ sent back my third letter with a cryptic comment, 'stop sending letters, right me articles and I'll pay you'.
     Money should not be the incentive but the desire to express oneself should be the all, having first ascertained one has something to say! I have and I unhesitatingly express it, sufficiently that my local paper asked if it could publish my biography as so many readers wrote in asking "Who is he?"
     Totally unrelated in time I later stood with a group of business related friends to kick out the town council. It seemed the town agreed and we replaced it bar two. Of the 11 mine was apparently the second largest proclamation, doubtless due to my regular writing, the highest elected had a business near the centre of town: a garden centre! another of my home town's glorious anomalies. Another councillor with me ran a canal boat hiring company. Such is the diversity and uniqueness of my home town.
Voting at 16. People aged 16 could soon be able to cast a vote in Wales under plans to modernise elections. Where is civics in the curriculum at14 and 15 in order that sixteen year olds will be educationally competent? On that basis why not allow them to drive cars and drink alcohol? Presumably because they are not up to it and voting is less important?

Couturiers. Is it the incompetence of modern woman or the incompetence of their couturiers? I have never understood these modern trends to dress as seventeenth century highwaymen. Its distinctly unsociable. The article reminds me I have not seen any Catholic nuns in the street for some time, I think it would now be quite a shock.

Simply trolling Facebook I discovered an adept discussion on a friend's history on a completely different subject but which hit a common chord with my background thinking. My thoughts were inspired by
the recent animal tv series. David Attenborough of course brought the polythene anguish we have so wilfully incurred and then there was a series on cats.
      I was thinking of the beauty of the large ones and the extent to which we have done so much damage and still encroach on their lands and right to exist. Then I discovered my friend's posts. She was writing about brutalities against fellow humans. "Simply protesting against the oil company who want to take away their home and livelihood, because they have no piece of paper to say that the tribal land they've lived on for thousands of years is 'theirs' and because the world needs oil.
Reading up and meeting people from Colombia (amongst other places) made me understand why people in this country get frustrated enough to want to smash up everything that represents the state and the peaceful determination of those who campaign for their families in those countries, despite everything they must face, inspires my belief in pacifist solutions.
      "Well, state and police [representation] differ every time: para militaries, private police forces etc. are common in Latin American countries, especially in rural/poorer areas. At protests police don't mess around, police use guns as threats (and sometimes carry those threats out) even in cities...  
      Not trying to say its a wild place, western imperialism makes it wilder via puppet g'ments and trade. They don't need us to save them, just to finally leave them alone, really.
      The police here are mild by comparison, it means we don't over step the mark often and don't unite, understand or empathise completely with the countries we continue to rape and pillage. 
There are shocking stories...
      Like Tar Sands, there has been a notable exception, for now, in one part of the Amazon they won an appeal and made it law that the land belongs to mother earth, so man has not the right to take it without her permission! Or something like that. Positive news."
      My thinking extends beyond this and brought back a realisation as to why I am
ambivalent with the Quaker movement, with which I have found a recent empathy, due to friends' proactive involvement. There is a Meeting House in Berkhamsted which I pass regularly and often thought of popping in when the doors were open but not wished to make that commitment, although I have enjoyed dropping in on the London one at Euston, larger and more anonymous.
     I cannot remember the details but I sense I was strongly discouraged from asking questions about it when a child. Tie my age in with the closeness to the war and that our family's income relied upon my father's rising career and enjoyment of army life (he retired as a Major in the Royal Military Police) I realise now it was the Quaker association with passivism (not realised by me at the time) that had caused such firm discouragement. These sorts of details emerge as I address my family history and need to be dealt with.
     Taking the sentiment of her article in conjunction with the appalling damage we have done and continue to do, illustrates religion's appalling failure of proper guidance in practical terms of modern life and where we are going. Religion always looks back and defies reality by trying to stay static which is how we have allowed it to do so much appalling damage.

Monday 29th January 2018 [late after-noon]
I recall saying that to an elderly man in M&S Watford last week. I was glad to see an "in a hurry" group of people of mixed ages waiting patiently behind him as he stuttered forward, needing two sticks to support him and I very pointedly congratulated him on his perseverance. "Never give up" he said, grinning amiably. " "Quite right I replied, KBO". He nearly fell off his sticks with his robust laugh. He knew the expression.
     I had cause to say the same thing to an elderly lady negotiating a trolley, her own walking stick inside the trolley. "Everyone in so much of a rush," she said as she negotiated the gap between obstacles as I waited for her. "Don't rush yourself, take your time." I said.
     It was supposed to be a reasonably quick "in and out" shop but it had not started well by discovering I had no bags with me in the car as I had thought. Halfway through my shop my electronic shopping list displayed "cannot connect to server". This happens occasionally when the internet is busy and is over within a minute but it refused to budge. Deciding I would sort it at the till I then discovered that the whole system was down. So it meant doing everything manually through an ordinary till! Just as well I had not loaded into bags!
     I said to the very attractive young woman in front of me, "Don't panic, I'm not leaving something dangerous, just going to get something." I went back into the aisles and took off the shelf a copy of The Economist. I had considered buying it but felt nearly £6 was a bit much for just a cover attraction and declined, especially as I had taken copies of Private Eye "Government Defends Corillion Collapse" and Prospect "How the Web Controls You" and "Emergency Room Endgame for the NHS". I said to the woman who had a lovely little girl sitting happily in the larger trolley with a gorgeous smile [the child not the trolley(!)] I decided not to buy this but in view of the chaos in peacetime I'd better read up on this after all!" She laughed as did the cashier when I told her her computer chaos had provoked an extra sale. The cover title? "The Next War The growing threat of great-power conflict". If this is what happens in peace time what the hell in world war three? "KBO" I said to the young woman. "A Churchillion sentiment" which I explained to her. Her already smiling face broke into wreaths of chuckle which I had a feeling might take her to her car and possibly be revived at home as she would share it with her husband that evening.

Sunday 28th January 2018 [early after-noon]
Never understood this preoccupation with bells, or whatever attention seekers. They presume to intrude in one's life as if one was not already engrossed in doing something positive. I have always ignored them. Telephone straight into answerphone with which I only interact if I'm expecting a call, otherwise, leave message to which I will reply in due time, unless overhearing and choose to interrupt. Mobile phone never answered when driving. Rarely call physically without pre-warning of intent. Most communication by email: answered as and when convenient, reply ditto, original call received accordingly. One runs one's own life as required. Why should one run one's life to the convenience of a diverse range of other people's conveniences? It isn't rational!
     That was my response to a Facebook quote from The Guardian relating to "Even my 10-year-old son had started telling me to put my phone down when he caught me not paying attention." "With more than half of young adults admitting to excessive use of smartphones, we look at the apps designed to break the habit." So, to what extent are we being selfish, standoffish, unsociable, self-centred or appealing to that higher sense we were supposedly taught in school if not in church, the logical place to learn that our bodies had been given to us for us to do as we pleased but for which we were ultimately responsible to God on death?
     My journey through life has viewed this doctrine on many different occasions, through many angles and with different emphasis at different times. It is a deep and complex question. For me, it is a matter of time being used properly; the undisturbed thought process flowing its way, sometimes freely, discovering what it will or with disciplined intent to work out a problem. The interruption at the wrong moment can lose so much... or might not,  dependent upon the moment. Is not one responsible for the way one uses one's time, never knowing when destiny is scheduled to knock on the door and take one away? How many have reached those latter years, when departure becomes ever more certain and one realises how much there is still to do to justify one's existence?



Friday 26th January 2018 [late after-noon]
A series of thought provoking moments. Last night an extreme ill health moment requiring a heavy dose of pain killer to ensure a good night's sleep and the warning I might be unfit to drive, so I would need to hire a taxi to my consultant appointment. Response correct, slept well and arm muscles recovering. Allowed good timing in case of negative traffic and indeed there were several delays. Astoundingly Amersham's central car park was almost full: surprising how many cars seem to congregate in a car park!
     On walking back to the entrance I was prompted to think of that line in Browning's poem "Home Thoughts from Abroad" "That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf /round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf". In Amersham's car park the green spears of daffodils were breaking the earth, standing proud amongst the trees as a walker released his dog. A splash of water as the dog crossed the stream, running excitedly up the opposite bank, revelling in re-exploring "his" territory to see who else had passed since his last visit.
     Amersham's high street was clean and litter free and the mile walk to the hospital was down an ancient street, lined on both sides, mostly, with several centuries' old houses and taverns, with crocuses coming into bloom in sheltered areas of gardens. Some business premises and homes had elaborate window boxes and other displays loaded with fresh planting and bulbs coming through. The sun, while welcome, was a nuisance as it inevitably is at this time of year with its low angle, blinding the unprepared driver turning a corner and shining straight into his eyes, requiring the expertise of manoeuvring his sun visor while still watching the road and driving with one hand on the steering wheel. All was bright and clean. The hospital was over warm as seem all hospitals to the casual visitor but this was an outpatients wing which did not need the high levels of warmth needed by patients in beds or just sitting around in bed garments.
     This sort of hospital does not get hit with staff overloading, a reason I rarely am aware of the reported staffing problems in the news. However, there has been some economising since my last visit about which I will not detail but simply observe.
     Returning home I contemplated a pub lunch, haven't done that for a long while but ignored the impulse until, threading my way out of Amersham in a roundabout manner, enjoying the full sunshine across the tilled fields and seeing suggestions of green on the boughs of some trees, I realised I was heading past a favourite restaurant and decided to drop in. I was disappointed. It was rather silly of me as I normally only have a bowl of soup or a sandwich for lunch and it would throw my appetite for my evening meal but I was in the mood, so I dropped off. At 13:30 I had not expected to wait but it was not due to the restaurant being full as its available space being cut back to fit the reduced staffing levels. I ended up having a light lunch during which time waiting (I fortunately I had a book with me) I became aware of the economy on the heating, perhaps aggravated by my three hour period in the hospital which had been over warm for my liking.
     I left, making a note not to return for an evening meal for awhile. Trundling out, I enjoyed the fullness of a mid after-noon's winter sun and decided to take the back lanes which recalled memories of a life-time travelling those lanes and thinking of all the different phases in my life down which I had ridden, walked, driven down them for a diversity of reasons. Many associates of those times now dead and making an impression upon me at that time. So much to be uncovered as I sort through my accumulated but disorganised memorabilia. So, homeward at last and a "nice cup of tea"!

Thursday 25th January 2018 [early evening]
It exists solely in the minds of the British not, from my experience in the States over the forty years since I first went over there, by the Americans. We behave like a cossetted domestic pussy cat for ever in need of being stroked and it is pitiful. The Americans in America treat us as do the Australians but more mannerly. The accent is the key, that pricks up all ears and one is suddenly the centre of attention.
      I remember many years back being with my American nationalised British friend at a company presentation. This showed a promotional film from the UK with commentary spoken beautifully by an obviously expublic school female but at a pace which even I thought was a trifle rushed. "They really do speak like that and that is normal?" It is an American trait, they tend to hear the accent but don't take in what the accent is actually saying and just gawp spellbound.

Time moving steadily forward. I cannot remember if I ever left work at five, when working in Berkhamsted and managed to drive home lawfully without putting on car lights in January. Clear sky to the last this after-noon but not yet safe without lights [fifteen minutes to go].

Contrasts and contradictions. I have my own argument about ambulance availability on my NHSexperiences page, at the local level, contrasted with national reports: inexperience or insufficiency of cash the causes? Crime up, despite proudly declaimed as going down with reduced police resource, obviously building on the investment already laid out: reduce it and amazing, who would have thought of it, crime goes up as the reality of the situation strikes home to the criminals, or the desperate are more emboldened out of necessity and apparent carelessness of those privileged to own?

Change the government! Really? I spoke to the local Lib/Dem leader who admitted the delay for the Referendum was so the electorate would change! "So, you don't think the electorate, which elected this government of the day making this decision, wants the EU?" He declined to answer. Twenty years too late they asked us and were surprised we were against, despite the EU charging in before we had even been asked, putting up signs saying how marvellous it would be for us with our money coming back to us under their name and not always on things we wanted!
     Why not Labour? Oops, they don't like trident, or seem luke warm, dangerous. There was a good debate on BBC After-noon Live which brought out counter arguments most effectively. I was almost persuaded against but ended up as convinced as usual, we need it. Certainly we do not wish to reduce our forces more.
     We already have the Tories; too many egos and insufficient people having a clue what they are supposed to be doing, unsurprisingly, for it was the people in these last two parties who made sure we didn't get the Referendum, clearly knowing we didn't want it and whose arrogance ("we" know best) determined they would run roughshod over everyone. Given the chance of British common sense, the EU flatly refused to take note of it and persisted in the Germanic goose stepping all over us and they have the temerity to sound disappointed, yet play hell in letting us go. Why? Because only by enforcing their way, creating complications can they keep people in, as there is no rationality, as they know it to their combined dictatorial mass.

Wednesday 24th January 2018 [early evening]

Dacorum borough council (Tory) has just decided to support the cabinet's decision to take away a management contract with a local charity whose motto is "Leisure Facilities are Not for Profit" and award it to a commercial enterprise (Leisure Management (SLM) Ltd), despite 8,000 signatures opposing the plan; despite having the item referred to them by a scrutiny commitee for re-consideration. 24 for; 10 against; 5 abstained (including mayor and deputy mayor [not unusual because of their positions]).
"I don't think its inappropriate for the council to look for income from its leisure services," said Andrew Williams, Tory Group leader. Opposite ends of the spectrum but in the week of Carillion will be incurring costs by losing the volunteer component? Will membership costs rise? All these costs before SLM can expect profit. If commercialised will sectors be cordoned off to be available for the money-grubber interests on public funding? A Tory government has reduced next year's (Tory) county income by £22m incurring a 6% tax hike for all rate payers—or reduction in essential services.

Monday 22nd January 2018 [early evening]
A new boss has been appointed to oversee the current radical overhaul of local health services.      Deborah Fielding has been appointed as full-time leader of the Hertfordshire and West Essex Sustainability and Transformation Partnership (STP). The STP is designed to get various health organisations to work more closely together and merge their services. She said: “We can only
improve our health and wellbeing by working together in new ways with the public, health and social care employees. “There’s a long road ahead and I am looking forward to working closely with
colleagues as we navigate our way towards a healthier future.”
      Deborah Fielding took over the role from Monday (January 15). Her immediate predecessor, Tom Cahill, is the chief executive of Hertfordshire Partnership University NHS Foundation Trust.

Read more.

Sunday 21st January 2018 [early evening]

Henry Bolton, Donald Trump: private and public, does any of it matter? Either way linguistic competence is essential; how about manners... and whose manners? Is not personality the collective fact of who is elected? Not according to UKIP's executive committee which has just voted unanimously of having no confidence in Bolton. Understandable, he is not confident in himself or his personal decisions.

National concerns voiced locally on NHS performance where my local hospital is only good enough for the second lowest level of acceptable performance. I also happen to have personal accounts of friends suffering landlord irresponsibility and the latest government endeavours seem to be bringing forth fruit before even sowing, to lose the "make me rich for doing nothing" brigade of common little money-grubbers. I doubt if such money-grubbers would bother to be members of the National Landlords Association where one in five of its private landlord members are intending reducing their holdings during 2018.

Conveniently, Which? magazine for February contains a 36pp booklet on planning home care in later life while the magazine itself includes a major article on"Finding a way through the broken care system". It is a very frightening prospect. One of my cousins has need of such circumstances with whom I have been sharing information. Her latest email included "... 80% of residents had dementia and were very poor souls. This seems quite common for all the homes we have visited except... which is a Methodist home and "It seemed a very cheery place with residents able to have a normal conversation, they were just old. We would be very happy for dad to go there but no places at the moment... " 


Friday 19th January 2018 [p.m.]
Hemel Gazette advises on Aussie 'flu symptoms. One advantage of being a bachelor and reasonably self-contained, said I to myself, as I stood in the queue at the pharmacy before entering Waitrose! Yet the same paper advises drug-induced driver charged with attempted murder through knocking down pedestrian on way to crashing through a shop window. Already late news, she died and it is now murder. Another local newspaper advises that my preferred and much admired health service of Buckinghamshire has had its worst A&E performance for two years. It seems not to matter which way one turns, there is a problem. For the moment, much for which to be thankful.
     Newspaper headlines screech about bridges and the desirability across the channel. Why? Surely it would have to be enclosed so drivers will not be distracted... oh, of course, automatic cars so everyone can cross and recross just to enjoy a good sea view while eating their sandwiches but we already have immigrants trying and at least once succeeding to walk the tunnel. With a bridge they will simply crawl along the girders unnoticed. Is it rational to impede heavy cargo ships, especially carrying oil, traversing the busiest sea route in the world, or will it be the longest span bridge ever; or perhaps hung from sky hooks. That was a Dorian Pendley Open Air Shakespeare trick, wanting a light beamed from "up there", where there was only sky!
     Apparently there is a Boer running lose in Hemel Hempstead, according to a couple of flags left fluttering in the breeze; another of life's dreamers no doubt.

I am quoting a large chunk of this week's homily from my home parish church St Peter's Berkhamsted. The whole is available on the link provided. Why not explore?

"... To my mind, much of the chaos and upheaval we see around us today - not just in the wake of Carillion but in the midst of, for example, a turbulent political scene and the continued pressures of austerity - has its roots in our insatiable desire to live an unsustainable utopian dream, continuously sold to us on our digital screens and billboards by a small group of increasingly large, anonymous companies.  It's a dream which, like a child's glistening soap bubble which all too easily bursts when caught, is always just beyond our grasp.  Yet we continue to put our trust in a system in which half the world's wealth is owned by just eight men.  And, in so doing, we are moving further and further away from what should be our true goal: a balanced lifestyle where we are measured by who we are, not what we own; measured by how we are viewed in the eyes of God, not by our status and power in society.  Only that change in mindset - not just in the UK but throughout the world - will bring sustainability and a peaceful justice for the benefit of our entire world.
      Yet it's such an alien concept, running against the grain of our nature.  In our heart of hearts, we know that every single one of us in the Developed World lives unsustainable lives; the attempts, this past week, to map out a reduction in plastic waste are just one small acknowledgement of that.  And we live far too far from God; indeed, too often without even reference to God.  Society seeks selfish fulfilment and happiness in all the wrong places, resulting in a law of self-interest with a distorted vision of things, values, motives and behaviour rather than the law of God's love.  In the mind and will of God there's nothing natural about this selfish logic; compared with our world today, life in the Kingdom of God requires a reversal of the world's system; a reversal which, as Mary the Mother of God sings [Luke 1:51-53], requires God to show strength with his arm and scatter the proud in their conceit; to cast down the mighty from their thrones and lift up the lowly; to fill the hungry with good things and send the rich away empty.  Society - and we as individuals - need to heed, like never before, Jesus' urgent call in this Sunday's gospel reading (you knew I'd get to Sunday's readings eventually, didn't you?!!) for us to believe and turn to God in repentance.
      In the not too distant past, some people of faith had a reputation for being preoccupied with sin, and the typical Christian was supposedly miserable, anxious and guilt-ridden as a result.  That's not so much the case now.  Indeed, in wider world, the word 'sin' has changed its meaning, being more associated with naughty, indulgent pleasures, often of a chocolate kind, that we must count to ensure our diet doesn't come off the rails.  The great danger today therefore is of a collapse into self-indulgence.
likes the idea that the Church will provide a sense of comfort and personal wellbeing - often at Christmas or for special occasions such as weddings - but society is not so keen on the fact that genuine holiness and closeness to God can only be achieved through spiritual effort - an honest confrontation with all our unholy, ungodly tendencies.  As we shall hear in our Old Testament reading on Sunday, Jonah's efforts to warn the great city of Ninevah of its destiny were successful and the city repented.  Jesus' efforts, on the other hand, didn't meet with the same success, and later in his ministry he often lamented the people's hardness of heart, their indifference, and the spiritual blindness of the religious leaders.
      Our world, our society,
we as individuals still have a hardness of heart which blocks out the reality of our perilous situation.  It will only be when we're able to find a prayerful softness of heart - towards God, towards each other, and towards creation - that we will truly be able to take our places at our Lord's beautiful heavenly banquet."

Strictly speaking St Peter's is not my parish church,
although I proudly describe myself as a Berkhamstedian and erratic attender. The church maintains historical reality by describing itself on its main notice board as the parish church of Great Berkhamsted but all too frequently drops the "Great" on modern typography. As a former councillor and town mayor it is a sentiment to be enthusiastically discouraged! I did make noises at the time of my election that we should press to have this historical fact reinstated, discovering the appalling ignorance of the subject. The Gazetteer already describes Little Berkhamsted (near Hertford, the county town) as Berkhamsted, Ltl., after Berkhamsted. As Great Berkhamsted it would still be Berkhamsted, Gt., Berkhamsted Ltl. I Iet it pass but persist in maintaining historical accuracy in my personal affairs, as does the parish church but that may only be until the main notice board requires repainting.
      There is change. There has been an underlying core belief to reverse tradition towards Rome for many years which has turned my family away but in conjunction with other family-orientated factors over the years. A change in my life style introduced a routine of 08:00 spoken Communion, picking up the Sunday papers on leaving and walking across or driving off for an indulgent restaurant breakfast. I accused the then priest of Romanising but "no it is not my intention" but his replacement (for personal reasons) was more Roman biased, so I changed my breakfast arrangements.
      The advantage of "high" church as my brother-in-law's wife claims (a music teacher as was my late sister) is that it enhances the influence of more demanding choral and musical traditions and those I certainly support.
     Strictly speaking, my parish church is actually St Mary's Northchurch, due to very ancient changes which created St Peter's out of Northchurch, the older of the two churches, because of the rising dominance of Berkhamsted castle, at one time the second most important royal residence after Windsor during the era of the black prince. My personal home (from that of my parents) is in the original curtilage. Parking unfortunately is the problem there.

Thursday 18th January 2018 [am]
Flame's charge was very reasonable. I had been concerned over the time they had had my laptop that I must have wracked up tremendous costs but in fact it was cheaper and shorter than I might have expected from Apple themselves, judging from past reports I had received and Flame are registered as official, warranted Mac engineers.
     Being without my laptop was an interesting experience. I now realise how much of my life revolves around that laptop. All relevant current information is easily accessible immediately and I am used to that response to any situation. It even reminds me of my tablet regime. How vulnerable is civilisation to a sudden outage? Do we know how to live without computers? The following text, since Saturday has been typed on a ten years old laptop in .rft. Extraordinarily archaic. My present one is still only two years old and as I have commented below much is already old hat. Financial preparation has to be made for considering a new one not within five years of this but perhaps as soon as the three year warranty runs out. Scraps of paper all over the place waiting the laptop back to enter into their right places.
    I had a long chat on this with the chief engineer finding a lot in common. He was a keen photographer and sells pictures but declined to do so full time; just as I churned out words and sold to periodicals but never made the break to being full time. Photos are diversely available and much is available from general web availability without royalty charges and the hassle of claiming them for the small man doesn't really enter into it.
    So with me, my father's proclivity for sureness of staid employment discouraged the decision to fly a solo kite, despite encouragement from professional sources on proven work. In any case, journalism did not appeal, it was the "great" novel that appealed but all of that I have gone into in my family memento, not intended for a wider audience. We maintain reality in "staid" employment but my retirement plan to run the writing business model I wished but with the security of a reasonable pension has been somewhat thrown by my chronic ill health (a risk factor not considered in my younger days) but, I'm still here and now back technically competent, seemingly. I happen to be in an upsurge of health—it happens irrationally on a routine basis, possibly cycles of depressed moods but not a state of depression: there is a world of difference between the two. I know, I've been there.
     We talked about technology moving on and I was wondering about programs being online with a simple keyboard access and subscription model but he pointed out the erraticisms of online reliability, especially on a train, recalling to my mind my recent interruptions from BT and the appalling length of time it had taken to download an upgrade from Quark, which prides itself on the program being on computer and not "in the air"; unlike Dreamweaver whose new model is online, which is why I have not updated. I wanted to get done the work I wanted and turn off life!
     Leaving him, I headed back home the by-pass way and switched the car into set speed at 50mph. Effectively automatic driving. All i had to do was steer it. Engine speed increased as we want up hills and braked as we went down them, holding consistently steady on the flat and at all other times. Will I own an automatic car, or will I have passed on, or if still here, no longer fit to drive?
     So, to load and check what I wrote on my old machine in .rtf and back to mundane admin, catching back.

Having gained so much since war deprivation, of which I remember only the last fading departure, have we become too blasé, cavalier and in principle utterly irresponsible? Certainly archaic “parental/superiority/aloofness” attitudes dissolved during the Beatles and Carnaby Street era, it is the little things that show the increasing cavalierness of society. Is that my age showing through? Although there are question marks about my own health, in principle I’m still “flexible” and able. Is it decay through age or is it younger members of society failing to live up to accepted standards? Supermarket trolleys are not placed back in their lines but left lying around car parks willy-nilly. Headlights are not dipped, corners are cut in the hope there won’t be a car coming in the opposite direction both at junctions and in general cornering; litter is left lying around; wilful abuse of social and emergency services when incidents should have been handled directly individually.

Corbyn/Labour’s duplicity. Shouting enthusiastically at PMQs, Jeremy Corbyn emphasised the need for public service works to be carried out by public service employees whose interest is clearly the public service. Wrong! He needs to shout that out at his own trades unions. They make it quite clear they give not a damn for public service interest, hence their disruption on the railways, deliberately despoiling ordinary people of their earning capacity to feed their families and increasing their costs.

Too tense/too relaxed? Taking life as it comes is a sign associated with the retired or the “not fit for employment”. Current business talk is this very subject, Germans work more efficiently than do we who have a reputation for long working hours but not being per hour nearly as effective. This after-noon, frustrated at still having my laptop with the service people I decided to despatch my energy on an Ashridge walk. Until then the sun had been shining brightly at full strength despite the winter lowness, at which point the a heavy, possibly snow laden cloud, occluded my light. Ashridge was well parked by the restaurant but I parked early into the ride as I had forgotten to change out of my sandals and preferred to keep to the concrete drive. I overtook an older man to me walking strongly on two arm assisted walking sticks, exercising after a hip operation. I congratulated him on his perseverance and commented on the biting cold wind, neither of us wearing gloves but for him that was more critical as I had my hands in my coat pockets.
     This was a reminder that with my health condition I wished I could walk more but tiredness restricts my choices, when competent I prefer academia to physical stress. I enjoy walking but time is short and I need to be getting on with sedentary work to get intentions completed before time runs out but I realised I have let too much time slip since my last Ashridge stroll.
      Depression is a complex state
and having once been there and been medically treated I think I am well qualified to be pedantic. I have not recently been in a state of depression but I have been depressed: a subtle but very important distinction but in mitigation, I have been in a slough of tiredness, mixed with a depressed state and closed-in preoccupation. That has lifted and maybe my recent excursion into Watford, buying some specifically needed clothes and throwing out others has invigorated my life lifting a gathered sombreness.
      So, back to work environments.
As a bachelor my life has always been mine and work has intertwined with my social life mostly unproblematically, although I have known men holding senior positions and seeking higher positions who have put their job aspirations ahead of their love lives, including committed family relationships. They have been in the unquestioned, “work demands” category, including health (short-term ’flu outbreaks). Not unlike the recent decision of the UKIP chap, Henry Bolton: business comes first. How better can the work/society relationships be worked? The old adage “working life” springs to mind. Has that not always been the case from the earliest time of work/life relationships? Can we really work less and live more?
     Back to domesticity,
I have been thrown, in failing to find the lead to my now quite old video camera but shrugged my shoulders and let it go. As expected, it has suddenly turned up: play it cool, calm and collectedly and all will be well!

Not a good day at all! Impression from Flame yesterday (who give a good service) was that my laptop would be ready this morning. Should have rung to check. Only now are they checking hardware prior to looking at software problem. Intentions to work however were interesting. I have moved on… and have not. Technology is changing ever so quickly and I really am lost. Starting yesterday, I had a detailed discussion with one of the principals regarding the diversity of options in terms of connections. My history is that I have a box full of such connections from the analogue age. Held purely to make sure I really have finished with all related equipment. The same thing is happening digitally. My present laptop was one of the first to have a Thunderbolt connection but of course, as yet I have no thunderbolt utilities but we have no Thunderbolt to USB 3 and USB is no longer simple! There’s a thing called “C” getting in the way. On top of which Thunderbolt is now in three versions one of which is is also called USB C! My difficulty in keeping up hit me when reverting to an older macbook, replaced by my present one currently in service, not because I needed to per se but because the programs I wanted were moving on to higher platforms and I needed to maintain their usability. I have just checked and found the “old” one has just become ten years old and I am already considering the need to buy a new laptop but… Hopefully I may be able to call it a day here and get all I want done at this stage of technology and “close out” of this fast changing text age.
     Going backwards was an interesting experience, I have moved onwards more than I had thought, this ten years old machine really is basic stuff and extraordinarily irritating in its slowness. So much is now taken for granted. It has also made me realise how much updating I need in my personal life to cover a sudden ill health collapse. Where are the details for family members to pick up as to where I am in my life and what are the urgencies that need first attention, which brings back the missing laptop, it is an essential part of me and do I need a new one already so I am running a full duplicate? My medication is complex and I rely on my laptop to remind me of what I should be talking about when discussing health issues.
     My Will,
I was already thinking of re-writing. My solicitor has retired so a new one needed and yet the solicitors of friends are of the same near to retiring age. I need more than a solo solicitor to cover contingencies, I need a practice for continuity. A changewith which my own solicitor had had to deal by liaising with nearby practictitioners to cover dangers of ill health. Then there is the death issue. A cousin is looking for a respite home for her father and appalled at the dunderheads lolling around in the ones she has seen. Her father is already suffering from the inability of hospital staff to aid his feeding and supply edible food. I remember a time when I was in hospital and the patient before me had ordered liver for me, I detest the umbles. So that was a meal not just lost but wasted!
     In my cousin’s case, the hospital was so keen to have her father out that they had organised a care home for him without any reference to his daughter. That they want the bed is understandable but clearing one so cavalierly is inexcusable. His lung infection then returned so he remained! The extension of Jeremy Hunt’s portfolio to include social care at last shows some signs of realising that both are crucially inter-related. As long as this does not drag more money from the NHS to Social care or vice versa. In my case I want a clear situation. I’m competent or I’m not, if not “good bye”, stop messing around causing other people pointless costs. We really must sortout this self-death nonsense eaving people to make their own minds up while they are still able.

Carillion brings to a head the appalling state into which our business competence has fallen under the EU. Without further investigation, managerial failure throughout the organisation seems a basic fault but that basic fault seems inherent within the government, which largely may be attributed to the civil service, unless there is a clear path when appropriate advice from them has been ignored. Lord Prescott’s condemnation of devolved government would seem to be reasonable and proper. The north south divide must be demolished unequivocally and with urgency and not only advice/decision-making devolved but related finance too.

EU desperate for our money. At 16:30, it seems Flame are having problems, which is rather cost worrying. In the mean time Emmanuel Macron seems in danger of losing the accolade that descended on him following his election. What he needs to be borne in mind when seeing Theresa May is: why have the potential immigrants to the UK arrived in France in the first place? His country let them in! It seems he wants this country to cope with his country’s mishandling of immigration which, as first country of arrival is entirely his country’s responsibility! We are helping his country financially out of his country’s failure in border management. Another example of why too little money is being invested in the NHS, it is being subverted to helping other countries’ failures! This is why the EU is bellyaching about changing our minds, it is gradually realising the extent to which we compensate it for its own failings! One of those immigrants has complained “there is no humanity [in Calais]”. Why/what did that immigrant do about trying to organise his country into a civilised management under which he would be happy to live? Should we pre-empt a concept of world government to get involved in countries not operating as a western concept of acceptability, but then, who are we to run other countries according to our perceptions? Why are immigrants flooding here if it is not to embrace the very western idealism their own countries deny them?

Plastic. On plastic packaging, things can suddenly move so seemingly quickly, why then did it take so long to get things moving and why did we get no objection to plastic packaging at the very beginning?

Love. The UKIP chap obviously did not love in the first place, she found out in time tragically, as in many such circumstances. If there is love the chap sees his girl through, UKIP gives way. He chose UKIP. Wrong choice fellow and in that situation you are not right for UKIP, which up to then he had seemed a reasonable possibility.

Style of living. Plastic arguments.
It has been put that failure to use plastic will incur greater food waste. Answer: we require better application of cultural values, to take more care with all resources. Looking back, perhaps we have wilfully wasted our resources and have become over-rich in resources and have squandered the opportunities they could have brought if properly handled from the first. We have become too cavalier and irresponsible.

Saturday 13th January 2018 [15:00]
"What is the norm and why do we adhere to it?" was a question posed in a post on my NHSexperiences page. The reality is that we live and work twenty-fours every twenty-four hours. Many of us do not experience the disruption caused by not conforming to eight to five working hours (when I started working), creating the snobbery of the nine to five and then nine to four office working hours.
     Let's try and form an historic foundation on which to work. "the consensus among anthropologists, historians, and sociologists has been that early hunter-gatherer societies enjoyed more leisure time than is permitted by capitalist and agrarian societies;[6][7] ... studies expanded the definition of work beyond purely hunting-gathering activities, but the overall average across the hunter-gatherer societies studied was still below 4.86 hours, while the maximum was below 8 hours.[6]
     My earliest reference so far is 1784, ten-hour day proposed at Manchester Quarter Sessions; then 1802, first Factory Act (Health and Morals of Apprentices). It is the Factory Acts that we instinctively think of as the first concept of regulating working hours but arguably non landowners or those not of independent means were controlled by manorial rights deeply entrenched in local social customs.
      Edward I traversed the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries and could be argued to have started trade regulation on a national concept. More modern thinking would have you think back to 1926, when the Ford Motor Company became one of the first companies in America to adopt a five-day 40-hour week, for workers in its automotive factories. The policy would be extended to Ford’s office workers the following August.
     As I shall have cause to comment in my forthcoming autobiography, researching today's concepts I am astounded to realise that I must have had a very cushy industrialisation experience! I know, collectively, I appeared in this life at a singularly opportune moment. We were coming out of the war scenario with goods becoming increasingly available but also, the working relationships between employers and employees were fluid and rational. Yes, this was the period of industrial printing unrest, regarding wages and trade union stupidities that hastened digiti sat ion and the ability of every author to be their own publisher but I appear to have been caught up in a time warp where fundamental change was seriously slowed down; or was it simply that I fell into that social interaction where such mundane affairs of everyday were of no consequence?
      My social life of theatre, writing, bachelor sociability and inherent practical involvement in production issues (I was handset ting type at 13 at school and took a trade exam for apprentices while at college, just to see how good I was (I was!)) meant my perpetual involvement in all issues regardless of day or night. I seem to have spent my life doing more or less as I pleased! I have also realised how out of touch I seem to be in the modern working environment! Summing up, I guess it was an inherent perception that I was a "gentleman of independent means" despite the fact I wasn't. It seemed not to matter; I was just me!
     This leads me to what started this article "Conformity!". My angst against religion and the EU is their rigid adherence to conformity, in direct defiance of the realities of life, FAM: Flexibility, Adaptability and Malleability through a state of continual change over time. A life it to be lived, not to be endured. Perhaps it is my age that causes these thoughts to come to prominence, for they have been with me all of my life, it is getting round to expressing them with intent.
     Looking back, however socially needful, exceptions to the working standard were an irritant. That was because magazine schedules have their own right of passage through a factory and failing one aspect affects everything but those were the days when thoughts were in people's heads, or private notes hidden somewhere obvious to them but not necessarily anyone else. Digiti sat ion means even cryptic notes can be entered on a computer and read by anyone relevant to the situation. Staff flexibility to their own preferred hours of working become a serious management possibility but are we educating people in that framework of personal accountability?
     I recall dropping into an evening shift, having come out of the cinema and finding staff missing, the absence subsequently accounting for previously unexplained erraticisms in hours paid compared with work seemingly not done against those hours claimed. This is why I oppose this EU concept of "Rights, rights!" Sod rights, lets start with personal responsibility and accountability, then claim rights earned.
     The concept of family, how does that survive when partners may work different shifts, or is that how personal flexibility allows family conveniences to determine work availability but can industry operate on the basis of a team being interchangeable? How come that diversity of life-style, such as social involvement (theatrical rehearsals and performances; darts or football team practices and performances; school support for children and their social relationships)? Does flexibility (essential in health care) strengthen or weaken society and its social mores?

Tuesday 2nd January 2018 [11:00]
Rail trade unionist declares fare rises unfair. Never occurred to him to apologise for bone idleness of his own workers failing to maintain schedules and wilfully causing disruption due to strikes!

A sufficient break as to make "normality" appear exciting. Bright eyed and bushy-tailed so far this morning. Wishing everyone else the same excitement for their first working day of the new year, sufficiency of the diversity, or intensity of interest in life but then, think on monks and nuns. A "retreat" is a welcome thought and can be very beneficial but for the length of a whole life? Interesting to contemplate.

Monday 1st January 2018
Traditional New Year concert from Vienna. Peace and quiet. I am fortunate finding life usually like this. Productive work being done. Christmas cards were never put up, too short of time and space. Now sorting through and throwing out, some specially well designed ones being kept and apologies (by way of 12 days of Christmas) to anyone inadvertently missed out originally. So, I lead into a hopefully seriously work-orientated new year. Backlog clear out.

WILFUL SELFISHNESS I recall North church is seeking a speed reduction. Understandable but if they are intending humps for heavens' sake make sure they are rational, it is after all a main thoroughfare. An essential road to my transport has humps totally inappropriate, requiring 15–20 miff in a 30-mph area. Why? Because the majority of us cannot be trusted to drive responsibly. That is the same attitude that kills our oceans with plastic!

THE LIB/DEMS PROCLAIM THEIR NUMBERS Not quite there yet but we've more people and didn't do too badly ... but they are still lost! Ever thought of adapting your policies to appeal to the voters? Appealing very much to the young which  puts me out of the running but hang on, the future is everyone's, so where do they want to go? As usual they are not too sure. The local newsletter is described as "Democrat", no longer liberal then, although the Limbed logo is in the corner. Is that a deliberate figurative intent? I'll run with: personal responsibility but for restraint I'd go for accountability, more meaningful; fairness of opportunity; reward from merit; responsibility to aid the disadvantaged; celebrate differences! Why then are they so keen the EU should run us whose sole purpose is to enforce conformity?
     Words like "solidarity" are dangerous and then the phrase "encouragement to control" again what the EU wants, to control! Remember the Lib/Dems know they cannot run this country, all they did was to get into everyone's way when they were part of government. They want the EU to run us for them, that's why they support the EU.

Sunday 30th December 2017
It is the close of year rather than the opening but irritating, although there is much else I can turn to. I had planned to update major software and it is not even downloading properly. Possibly due to many others having delayed upgrading until the "holiday" time pause, or is it people on holiday, meandering along the lines using up space with general chit chat?

Thursday 28th December 2017 [evening], revised Friday 29th December
So a life ends, an indeterminate time of unknown expectation is drawn unknowingly to its close, as a year ends but with certainty and expectation; unlike a person's life which, however drawn out, or not drawn out, is but a moment in its finality. That transition between the animate (however ravaged by ill health or the hard stress of a full working life) and the inanimate. A soul in command of a body and suddenly the body is soulless and the soul, bodiless.
     So, a year ends, we look ahead, only passingly back; passingly at so much that has taken place, concentrating upon the unknown future that may or may not be. We maudle much on what is past but put all our faith in the future while fearing uncertainty. Why am I maudling now? Envisaged possibilities suddenly loom large as practicalities. An envelope arrived inviting me to a cardiac assessment. No warning regarding driving but at all times the driver is responsible for his state of health; having cause to be examined, what then is my state of health? As it so happens I'm in one of my sloughs of fatigue but with care, competent, no more cause to worry than the usual motorway warning "Tiredness kills". What it does not say is "who?". Therein is the problem: the driver, not necessarily; other road users and the passengers in his car, quite probably! Sometimes death can be easy, if an alternative is diverse disabilities and the resultant inconvenience for a person and their immediate family's lives.
     So, I ponder a decision I made a year ago: a brilliant one year old orange car stands outside my door, going nowhere this weekend. Tiredness/fatigue, terminology varies according to the specific moment. The causes are probably known but not factually determined, such is the complexity of my health. Regardless, the responsibility is the driver's, to be on the road at all and competent to handle whatever other people throw at him or do in front of him, however unexpected.
     My mind harps back to the ambulance accompanier the other day. He seemed decidedly put out that in his eyes I didn't need an ambulance (Thursday 21st December), a decision my doctor had made for me on the telephone. He was open and frank with me and I told him he must make comment as his experience saw fit but should understand that I would be in vociferous support of my GP and her surgery.
      Twelve hours in A&E and they had determined I had pleurisy. Simple resolution: pain killers of their determination, likely to cause less potential damage than my OTC Ibuprofen, on which maximum dose I had been for the previous three days and a course of antibiotics (non penicillin). What A&E's examination had discovered was that they did not like my blood clotting potential, resulting in my just arrived  invitation for a cardiac assessment. I had accumulated several factors I wished to discuss with my GP but had not been able to book an appointment before next week, three weeks ahead of when I knew I wanted it. Therein lies more debate on our NHS and the costs and ability to envisage and to do something about it rather than wait until something actually happens. Where are our endeavours to be pro-active regarding health? Surely that means full annual checkups?
     Another letter from my surgery reminds me of my "annual" diabetes check, why not co-ordinate with my overall annual review of my health and why not incorporate a fuller, deeper diagnostic check? How long has there been a need for a heart investigation that should have been picked up last year? Have opportunities been lost for a pacer and was my suffering over the previous two years (exhaustion) attributable to heart rather than: Sjögren’s Syndrome; Cystic lung disease likely due to Sjögren’s; Malt lymphoma on lung biopsies; Addisonian on low dose steroid therapy with fatigue [fatigue currently cannot be offered further help]; Type 2 diabetes? 
     So, an already planned and intended 2018 starts with a host of unplanned activities. So, start in 2017! Communications with my intended passengers now ensconced on a train and journey going well. Thought of informing my nephew that I would be able to join him after all but decided not to and glad I did not. Totally crashed out. Totally crashed out at home is one thing but in a car at night? Quite another, precisely why the whole weekend trip was cancelled. So, let's look at 2018 tomorrow.




It was Labour's socialism that determined acceptance of the EU's diktats without argument because it took away their accountability for what they knew the country would not accept. All that is happening now is the rational debate Labour were not capable of holding.


Boundary clarification. How many seats and what preferred size of constituency population?

Proportional representation. Which system?

House of Lords? Should it be elected or appointed and upon what classification? Originally based on the realities of the day: Spiritual; Legal; Defence; land ownership; hereditary entitlement.

Today? Spiritual but across the faiths (define), including pure secularism/humanitarianism (all appointed/elected by their respective churches); Legal, as is; Political (variable by proven worth, such as past ministers or retired professional senior civil servants and limited party nominations); representatives of Capital, Fiiwhileng nancial Services, Labour (all either retired or active, appointed or elected by their respective accredited bodies); Education (ditto precedents stated); Health (ditto); Other?

The whole re-viewable by a statutory committee reporting with recommendations to parliament on a ten yearly basis to cover relevance of classifications in the then current world. Modus operandi as at present.


Saturday 1st JULY


https://www.nytimes.com/2017/04/18/opinion/my-daughter-is-not-transgender-shes-a-tomboy.html?smid=fb-nytimes&smtyp=cur idetity

I am delighted he demonstrates his Christian belief by showing his humility in acknowledging he's only of any use in second place.

He who blames his tools is admitting he's no damned good at the job.

Nice to have a journalist who has a trend to send himself up competently. Reminds me of one Talbot Rothwell and the actor Brian Rix who most successfully confused people as to which Whitehall theatre was providing the funniest show. Totally irrelevant to politics but a quietly amusing article.

What he is admiring is egocentricity to the point Blair filled MP seats with people following him not the party members who provided them with their opportunities. The LibDems are equally egocentric: determined to thrust their view in direct defiance of its rejection.

  https://www.commentarymagazine.com/politics-ideas/dawkins-islamophobia-secular-liberal/ Hawkins