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)


Saturday 24th March 2018

MARCH 2018


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.

Saturday 24th March 2018
Dacorum Borough Council is Tory controlled which decided to make rough sleeping a criminal offence... then this week decided not to. Berkhamsted is 'one of the nicest places to live' despite someone being murdered across the valley from me a fortnight ago. This week an estate agent is sentenced to eighteen months for borrowing £30,000 using a client's name, fraudently using his wife's identity, about eleven counts in all. Seems overly lenient, especially since a sum was spent purely on a holiday in Mexico. Hardly a cause of necessity. DBC employees are deciding to withhold refuse collections to cause potential mayhem because the council has reduced redundancy entitlement from 2.2 weeks to 1.5 weeks. I am astounded,I would have expected a minimum of a month. I trust we will have councillors properly trained in proper time to make the necessary refuse collections.

Tuesday 20th March 2018

I offered the following as a reply to someone on a Facebook discussion: the writer was ashamed of being British.
      "Self identity is the awareness of one's collective whole. It is why I do not believe in faith schools. Education is the encouragement of evaluative thinking, hence philosophy but pre-eminence has to be in the practicality of everyday reality. Nationalism is a collection of individuals by physical practicality be it groups, sects, associations, tribal, locality. A fact of birth from which individual identity is derived. We all fail by the nature of our origins. Religiously that could be due to 'the fall of man' within which there is much objective argument. It could be the practicality of biological development and humankind has developed beyond its ability to manage its achievement. There is the Hawking trait of 'knowing the mind of God'. 
     Where then, in context, is your problem with Britishness? In the whole world of present day nations who can show sense of universal leadership is Britain less than those whom you might accept as leading?
     Following on, a cousin of mine posted on a different topic but it seems to be relevant here, so I quote his post. 
      "Something I want to learn from looking at the British Empire is the effect of power on a country. I will say I am proud to be British, in a particular sense of that phrase. I think that British civilisation is really as rational, fair and peaceful as just about any that has ever been. It was believed, arrogantly, that we would translate those virtues into an empire of justice and progressive ideals. While the empire did show these qualities to some extent, it also guarded and expanded its own power in a way that was truly evil. In every great empire you had the same thing - Rome undoubtedly boasted a culture of learning and civilisation, but used incredible cruelty to get what it wanted. What interests me is how those positive ideals become elaborate excuses - 'the white man's burden,' 'civilising the natives,' etc. But on the other hand, do those ideals help to restrain the worst excesses of empire? The fact that the Commonwealth still exists is, for me, evidence that the ideals of the British Empire were not all made up as a flimsy rhetorical dressing for the principle that 'might is right.' Its a question that remains relevant - how can the United States believe so strongly in democracy and yet trample it whenever it suits its interests? I guess that's what I hope to learn from history in this context."

Monday 19th March 2018 [morning]
BT consistently erratic in security of line and then losing data when connected! Waiting a reconnection code from someone else, has BT lost it on its way so I have to start again? Ice and snow, fortunately the sun is shining but pavements look dangerous while roads look safe and car park area in centre of town should have safe footpaths. Don't want to cry off for weather, get over and done with—dentist! Email from cousin updating on family connections provides positive input on an otherwise irritating day.

Sunday 18th March 2018 [after-noon]
The world is closing down in wearisome expectation. It is at least the season for weather’s disruption of essential life. Last time it was over in twenty-four hours for us here. Naturally one sympathised with those for whom it was all a more serious pain and for some a time of personal tragedy, not just through accident but delayed funerals, adding further personal distress. This is the fourth week I have loaded my fridge to ensure I have sufficient food to get me through seven to ten days ahead, just in case. Fortunately I’m in an “at home” mode with plenty to get on with.
            Last night I attended an annual dinner at my old school. I noticed, in the careers area, a leaflet headed, “So you would like to be a surgeon? What the Royal Medical Schools require of you.” I thought of the changes since I was there, sixty years ago. I, as with another former pupil of a later intake but to whom it also applied, as it did to all those friends with me in our intake, we could look back with authoritative certainty that while our school days should not be the best years of our lives (for otherwise the future would be most discouraging), certainly they were happy years of fulfilment, from which we felt we had walked out confidently into the foothills of life.
            Suddenly, I wished I was back, envying the journey the present students were preparing to undertake; knowing it to be a more exciting world than the one I had entered, still stuck in the archaic thinking of the war years and regimented social structure.
            Sitting at my table I glanced up, observing the addition of ceiling lights pointing not down but up, into the rafters, showing the detail of the roof’s support structure; the hall itself illuminated by opaque glass spheres at the end of metal rods, displaying a bright clear light, yet without any sense of coldness.
            We were served by sixth formers accumulating pin money for their future university lives, with whom there was some interchange as to what were their reading intentions. This was a mix of times: memories of foundation history half a millennium away, remembered through the Queen’s recent visit; the past school year and the students’ achievements, including awards accumulated and some national recognitions. Young, joyful people with great potential ahead of them in an exciting world of challenging change. I remembered my departure: July 1960, all had closed down. I was standing in the cloisters as the evening sun blended into gloaming and night gathered its cloak around the world. When young, ten years in the same location, amongst the same people and their traditions is half one’s life. That is a great chunk of who one is, suddenly closed off. Night wraps up the day, which the morrow’s sun unfurls. I was starting afresh, on a new journey in a different country but the same world. Confident in feeling theirs were as happy years as mine had been to look back on, I quietly wished them well in my mind and thanked my parents for their sacrifice in giving my sister and me the chances we had, regretting my sister’s absence physically but perhaps her spirit prompts me periodically.
          So to now. My maisonette was down to 58°F before the day's heating cut in and has spent the day struggling to hold 70°F, I prefer 72–74°F. So I pause to think. First thing this morning the scene was excellent. Now, the temperature shows the intense cold the picture windows let through. I should have been double-glazed some while back, so is this weather setting in to repeat or will my life span make it not worth bothering? Certainly the front door needs replacing, for security as well as heat saving, so why not the windows but then where is my state of health leading me? A stair lift, remote control door for delivery access, tv camera security?
          I can consider these things. Throughout the country hundreds are sleeping on pavements and some will die there. I recall an occasion in my twenties when I was wandering the back streets of industrial London, where many bombed sites still needed proper demolition and rebuilding and discovered a drop out dropped dead on the edge of one, his feet just visible behind a hedge. As usual there was not a policeman around and in those days no mobile phone, nor a public fixed one was available and I had an appointment to attend.
          My boss had warned me the building was odd. I regret not taking notes at the time. The lift was pneumatic, which meant it went down in order to go up, compressing a piston at the foot which then promptly sent the lift back up, the force dependent upon the floor to which one had wanted to go! It was an interesting experience but I now seem unable to trace any relevant history of such a lift.
          "I have a confession and I fear it is both indulgent and controversial to talk about this. Perhaps because I anticipate this is going to be taken as a political point, it’s not. It’s just me hurling a statement into the abyss." That was the Facebook post of a friend of mine, to whom I replied. "In my view her statement [which she had further developed] is complex. At its simplest she is off loading the encumbrances of earthly life to consider solely the spiritual entity within the body and its interactions with other spirit owned bodies. In that, all to which she aspires I am in agreement. However, that which is each of us are in the bodies we have chosen/been allocated in this earth reality and therefore to deny that reality is to set oneself in wilful opposition to what ever reasons we find ourselves in this world, which I perceive is to seek and aim to make the best we can, according to our insight into the nature and meaning of spirit."
           Now the evening has drawn in the snow, now almost water, has ceased but the world is clearly very cold which means everything will be icy and I may have to call a taxi rather than walk to the dentist. Aah well, British Summer Time next week!


Tuesday 13th March 2018
Increasingly we gain awareness of the appalling damage the EU has caused us, unnoticed over the last twenty years. Indolence, ineptitude and "could not give a damn" seem to be the traits we have inculcated since the EU wilfully thrust itself upon us, so great seems to be the despair it has created: or is it a world-wide weariness of life?
     Russia... or Russian leaders has always been vindictive, so the potential for Sergeai and Yulia Skripal's murder has always been a possibility, or any other Russian orientated person who still thinks for their selves. Russian leaders have always felt unsure of thremselves, never sure when their history will not be open to all.
     Sometimes the fiction of writers like John le Carré, hit the truth more surely than reality itself. In many ways Russia is as immature as North Korea, both countries dependent upon the arrogances of small-minded little people thrusting their own egos, like some Roman emperor seeking vain self-glory through 'personal' conquest. Putin and Kim Jong-un are both in that mould: self and self-preservation determine national outcomes.

Tuesday 13th March 2018 [after-noon]
Good after-noon. Chaos all around. I'm having a clear out. Actually it is a permanent state of affairs of late, too often interrupted. Came across a poem of my sister's, written a few days before she died of cancer. I intended it to go in the Family Album I am compiling but I am aware there are several people reading my various web texts who are themselves in various states of cancer treatment. I will share it here, as I have just uncovered it as part of the diversity of accumulated family history I am trying to filter into some sense of intended order.

I'll be moving house soon:
I don't know quite when, for
I can't pre-book the date and the time.
My worldly things I will leave behind
when I meet St Peter at his gate.
Saying goodbye is never easy
especially to family and friends,
"In my Father's house are many mansions"
So we'll meet again, tomorrow.

Richard and David, I love you and still love you dearly
my love for my wonderful husband Francis
reaches far beyond stars and sky,
and, as for this bloody rotten disease
which is Satan's worst deal in the pack,
let the whole world show him the power of the Cross,
The Cross that loves, that heals, that unites.

Gillian Mary Beuttler
May 1950–July 2000
written June 2000

Tuesday 6th March 2018 [evening]
It can be frustrating, particularly when one is short of time, to have a diverse lifestyle in which one seems to be going in conflicting directions at the same time. The last few days have been worrisome with the snow and tonight's forecast of possibly more next week is a real pain. I had an hospital appointment in High Wycombe at 0900 this morning which meant an 0700 departure. I had it recorded for late morning or early pm when I made it six months ago but they had had to change it and failed to check I had allowed two hours for traffic. I thought of changing it when notified but preferred not to cause hassle so I let it slide but with recent winter conditions early morning starts on roads possibly not treated was an unnecessary risk factor. The morning was in fact good and I revelled in my morning "rush hour" with which my "retired me" was delightfully unfamiliar.
     I observed a diversity of people and imagined the lives behind the shapes I saw: from where had they come; to where were they going; what type of people were these shapes in their diversity of dress; what was the state of their emotions and for what reason?
     So many separate lives living their own problems, yet the collective whole was making up the society in which we all lived and determined the way we went about our own lives, usually oblivious of anyone else's problems. Somehow it works but could it not be better if we opened our eyes beyond the tarmac and kerbs? Saw the spirit within the shapes, understood their problems, worries and concerns? Would that not make us feel more part of the collective whole and make our own role in the great scheme of things seem more meaningful: or perhaps become more meaningful?

Thursday 2nd March 2018 [morning] Somehow
The tragedy of a seven years old girl being killed in her own home because a car crashed into it. The inability for people to understand the simplicity of one simple English word "emergency", overwhelming unnecessarily emergency services because they do not understand basic English. The spirit of "mucking in" in all sorts of situations to help out fellow travellers. 1,500 people stuck on a train through the night without food, heating or lighting; general road side chats in miles of traffic snowed to a standstill. This is the UK welcoming in Spring! Despite the EU doing its best to get in everyone's way, we plough on as usual.

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, Financial 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.




Interesting: "Whenever you commend, add your reasons for doing so; it is this which distinguishes the approbation of a man of sense from the flattery of sycophants and admiration of fools." -Richard Steele, author and editor (12 Mar 1672-1729)
Why not make up your own words but then who else would know them without knowing why they were created?
       For instance 20, 21, 25, what about 24? How about quadrivicennial, from quadri- (four) + vicenary (relating to 20 years). Not my idea but an acquaintance Anu Garg.
Just sharing ideas.
        Peter Holloway You state my answer yourself. A tenth membership cannot block: therefore we are automatically over-ruled. We've lost before we start. The people are immediately distanced. I know both local MPs personally, never met a single MEP. Even at the referendum the government failed to present a balanced report. The government accepts the need for devolution. Where then, on the larger stage is more personal involvement? My constituency MP is Lord Chancellor and Secretary of State for Justice, he is a Remainer and can't convince me: the other (my town and borough) MP is a Brexiteer and I am not convinced by his reasons! My own are on my web site. You completely miss out sovereignty. We decided we could not continue to allow in our own Commonwealth members due to inability to maintain housing requirements, so the EU that twice refused us admittance, agreed ridiculous basis that admits they need to change but refuses to implement. Insisted we allow in any EU member without control, how can you plan housing and medicine (which we are incapable of doing anyway)! The EU makes the same mistake religion made: dogma. The reality of Creation is that it requires Flexibility, Adaptability and Malleability: it is a state of continual change. The EU is wilfully dogmatic, intransigent and totally out of kilter with reality.

"Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life." -Giorgos Seferis, writer, diplomat, Nobel laureate (13 Mar 1900-1971)
            His first sentence is specifically relevant to me as I am just debating my view on family structure, opinions and influences in the book I am writing, bearing in mind an earlier reading on families written by John Cleese and his psychiatrist some time back.
            Seferis' second sentence is interesting as I have recently had cause to compare the behaviour of the "lower" animals with the supposed "master" animals, the human kind and concluding the "lower" animals are worthy of the greater respect.

Anna Soubry, Chuka Ummunna, Andrew Gwynne, Dan Hanna v. Seema Malhotra, Barnier making an idiot of himself


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  

Large industrial organizations have a long history of promoting pride and a sense of unity among the employees of the company, evidenced in the cultural productions of Victorian-era soap manufacturers as far apart as the UK's Lever Brothers (right) and the Larkin Soap Company of Buffalo, New York.

Unfortunately we should now be thinking of aspects of Islam as members of the Inquisition and it seems as if Russia is forming its own version!