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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.
Also on Twitter as Peewit2 (he doesn't take it seriously) and on Facebook as himself (Peter.Such5)


Thursday 31stJanuary 2019



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.

Vagaries will arise from time to time due to a variety of program upgrades that take awhile to interact.

Thursday 31stJanuary 2019
It has been absolutely fascinating watching the morning grow before my eyes over breakfast, the mist gathering to an occlusion down to one hundred feet as the sun warms the air and ground.
      Concern for tomorrow, one of my six monthly hospital visits: hills, mist, ice, possibly snow; hospital car park on hills which won't have been gritted, implying use central town car park (flat) and a walk on slippery paths and this is an important meeting. Yesterday after-noon bank car park was blocked off through ice (also on a hill).
       Do take care folks, especially friends of mine who might be using bikes, those of you who must go to work. I'm safe, on my second cup and at my desk feeling surprisingly energised, which makes a nice change from my usual state of hibernation.

Wednesday 30thJanuary 2019
Money! Like so much in life it is a matter of balance of continual variables through time, something of which religions still haven't got the hang.

Tuesday 29thJanuary 2019
Morning world. A slightly late start but hopefully backed with oomph! Hazy sky, bright sun, heavy frost on car and the windows look like solid ice. So need to rush, the sun will help remove the ice. Yesterday I was lost in fatigue but today... fingers crossed. I sense it will be productive.

Sunday 27/28thJanuary 2019
“You have never really lived until you have nearly died” Marie Colvin “A Private War”

Memories of Berkhamsted...
"Another landmark went early in the Second World War - a beautiful house near the Bull pub. It was owned by Miss Alice Claridge, whose father [William] was a local artist. My mother and I went to tea with her sometimes. The house was full of her father's paintings and the kitchen was a joy - it was painted white and was spotlessly clean. There were beautiful shiny things on the walls, including a copper warming pan. Miss Claridge used to walk to Bottom Farm to collect her eggs so we got to know her. Coopers had a big chimney near the bottom of her garden and plants did not do well as fumes of arsenic compounds were emitted. Coopers wanted Miss Claridge's land and, when she died, they bought it and the house was destroyed and offices were built there." (Heather Chapman, Chronicle, vol.IV, Mar 2007)
Berkhamsted late 1880s. Mr Claridge's house opposite the Black Horse...

Sunday 27thJanuary 2019
Helped a friend yesterday morning and caught up on her news and gave myself a good time but then went to waste for the rest of the day, stupidly. Anxious to grab the hours before my Sunday morning broadcasts (Marr, Daily Politics, The Big Question, Songs of Praise; all my Sunday fare) in order to catch back and realise why I wasted yesterday: another intervention from external fools, presuming to disrupt my life and getting me down.
           Santander in Berkhamsted is closing down. Was once a good little building society which Santander bought out, transplanted and made an administrative hash of. Now I have to divert my mind, contrary to my wishes on top of an existing side-track, due to a complete idiot wanting to know if P Such is the same as Peter Such at the same address for nearly forty years.
           My friend, a retired financier helping me tidy my finances clearly trying to keep my costs down decided to use a post boy, wholly lacking in any managerial initiative who can't accept that the source of authority is the authority and is causing me mayhem. First rule in business "never upset the customer". The sheer bone-idleness of modern day youth to understand a day's work is appalling. Of course, he could simply be an old fart sliding towards retirement and panicked at responsibility.
           The sun is shining, the view is great and it is contradictorily warm. It's supposed to be snow, ice and wind. I do so hate wind, it blows my hat off! I suppose I could do my weekly blog which means I probably won't get anything else done!

Saturday 26nd January 2019
Thank you each of you, Joseph Ingham and Marianne Krout, for your kind condolences. "Tomorrow is another day" and that tomorrow is today. Apart from a sleep in the bath before breakfast (I have never liked showers) all augurs well. Another friend rang for help before finishing last sentence and happy to get out and doing so the day is bright with me (I'm needed) although the day itself is a dull, grey day and it is going to get colder. How hot are you Marianne Krout? [Sydney].

Thursday 24th January 2019
Sorry to hear of people's problems but different people are accumulating all my own problems! The continuing changes of packaging is very confusing and in my view very dangerous. Consistency was a hall mark of medical supply. Regarding application I too have a diverse and involved life so rely on my laptop to remind me what to take =≠and when.

Heidi Allen's outburst shows many "ordinary" people think things through (last sentence). Far too many Remainers and deriders of Brexiteers grasp for solely material things, it is the fundamental structure that is wrong which they will not change and some of our own past politicians have aided and abetted through their wilful foolhardiness in defiling our democracy for their own arrogance, which is what is happening in parliament now. The LibDems tried three-party working and failed. We have 2 established split parties forming 2 different but unco-ordinated parties from their split halves, so nonparty won't work. We continue to learn, as we have done down the centuries: flexibility, adaptability, malleability. Realities the EU cannot stomach.

Wednesday 23rd January 2019
Sun beginning to percolate, brightness of light snow but no seeming endangerment. Feeling bright and sparkling, dump, shopping. Feeling decisive, why isn't everyone else? Let's move on. Haven't been happy with May's Brexit and convinced EU will continue to be "right sods" with any outcome that is not according to their diktat, so let's go, knickers in the air!

Tuesday 22nd January 2019
In a moment of frustration with what I am doing I glance out of the window and it is snowing thickly and I pause to enjoy. A quarter of a mile away my view is blocked by a heavyweight grey curtain of snow, perhaps thickened by mist. It is not settling, save on car roofs and the grass. I'm warm and comfortable but have no fear of going out, just have no need but may have tomorrow. Well, it is winter. Blue Hyacinths on the windowsill perfume the room, the bowl of white ones only just opening out. For once we are seasonally correct.

"People not borders" is another over-simplicity catching at people's over-excitement, which is precisely why responsible governments have border controls. People need managing and all that a border is, is basic management and the EU is not capable of basic management.

Monday 21st January 2019
Teen Rahaf Mohamed says women are 'treated like slaves' in the Saudi Kingdom after being granted asylum in Canada.

Now we are learning the reality of what we had previously believed from past history.

From a friend gaining increasing excitement over her new acquisition. "I have an idea for a new blog, ‘things my dog has taught me’. You can learn a lot from your canine companions. I ’ve learned that dogs are mischievous but truer than the humans they often have to deal with. And every day I’m reminded that more is done with kind words well communicated, than cross ones. You discover that sitting down doing nothing but bonding is an essential part of living. And, most importantly you learn that material things don’t matter—you become reflective and admit to yourself that you don’t really use that collection of vintage Gameboy cartridges he just gnawed through." Anyway,
a lovely sharing. I can agree with her completely from my own experiences.

Perhaps many people have changed home after their first adult move. Mine was from my parents' home into a maisonette, intended as a staging post to a house when married but she changed her mind and I am still a bachelor and preferred to spend rather than accumulate, other than for due precautions. Now is preparation for that final clear out. Just discovered a newspaper article about a firm of professional declutterers. Professional decluttering! What one needs is time, that is the only declutter of significance, other than a rationale behind it but that rationale develops as one declutterers!

Friday 18th January 2019
A week that has gone too quickly. Some things intended have been done, others that were not intended interfered and distracted essential time from what was important. This country seems determined to follow the ever descending path imposed by the EU in its failure to respond to life as it really is, not as it dreams things could be if only everyone would do as it directs. This is why there is so much upset over Bercow who was doing precisely as he should, riding with the tide of the moment, adapting historical precedent to the newly creating future historical precedent. This is the beauty of parliament, it provides fluidity to the moment, the key to all our historical precedents, emphasising why the EU is so inappropriate for us, it lacks the fluidity that real life demands.

EU’s Tusk. Witless nincompoop, shows how out of touch with reality is the EU. Had he an ounce of sense he would proffer a path by which the EU could put right its fundamental structural failings

From Facebook. "Thank you so much to the driver of the black BMW who was driving down Tring High Street so fast this morning at about 7.25am that (a) you couldn’t stop at the crossroads and (b) covgered me in filthy freezing water by driving through a pothole to boot. You know who you are you b@stard! I hope you have a terrible day!" This raises serious questions as to the reliability and authority of how taxi licences are issued and the competence of the drivers. A basic driving test does not qualify the average driver to work in a professional manner, in my view.

Superb, civilisation can be very restrictive of the natural order, it needs to learn more about life from the reality of animals that simply are animals, as is the human condition naturally. Obviously a response to further Facebook posts on the wonderful state pf animal society.

On Corbyn's pre-talk demand of "no deal Brexit" being off the table. Disappointing: he hasn't really got it after all and I had considered him seriously.

Tuesday 15th January 2019
Brilliantly explains why the question has not been asked for forty years, everyone already knew the answer was "no" as the EU knew by twice refusing our application but we stupidly persisted. Nationally we simply are not geared to the European concept. Look at the LibDems: for the centralisation of power in the EU while opposing centralisation in the UK! Complete confusion!

Monday 14th January 2019
Interesting. What actually is sex? Surely it is a physicality of biochemistry but we are souls encased in that biochemistry and of what relevance is sex in the eternity of the spirit and in the spirit world? Is the increasing honesty in acknowledging that biochemistry sometimes mucks things up, are we not getting nearer to the spirit world while still on this planet?

Effeminism was always an accusation against actors and many gay actors acted many gay roles too convincingly but many also feared such a role for being too close to home!
        Playing Oscar Wilde in the latest filmography Fry wanted to know the detail, in which way or part did Oscar handle his relationships? Now that adds further to the debate. As I understand press reports Stephen Fry is openly bisexual: where do they fit in? What happens to the comic art of drag? I believe there is an occasion where a woman played a man who was playing a woman... or was it the other way round?

I suppose it is a sign of being absorbed in one's work when one realises one has just thrown the umpteenth cup of tea away because it went cold while being preoccupied.

Saturday 12th January 2019

I suppose it is a sign of being absorbed in one's work when one realises one has just thrown the umpteenth cup of tea away because it went cold while being preoccupied.

Bless his heart, all sense and decorum. His owner surely must be, so wouldn't it be better if more people had animals?

Friday 11th January 2019
Normal people will have just finished after-noon tea, I have just finished lunch! It is amazing how complicated a simple salad can be. I simply wanted some tomatoes but then, peppers, watercress, spring onions, new potatoes... Nothing simple about a salad, all of which things I had quite forgotten, not having had salad for some time.

Good after-noon. So much for planned arrangements. On impulse I tripped over to a little village next Hemel, now no more than a thoroughfare to Hemel where there is a stationers. A build up case to hold A4 loose leaf binders, a couple of said binders but then forgot cartridges for my printer. Meandered the slow road back enjoying a very lovely morning ad instead of wandering Ashridge and perhaps having lunch there plunged into ironing a heavy washing load! Its nearly 2:00pm so, shall I make lunch or get someone else to do it? Missing tomatoes otherwise I could do a salad for the first time for a long time. Waitrose! Will I be side-tracked?

Andy Murray. AnMost people feel some form of distress when retiring at a planned and expected age but suddenly and without expectation must be impossibly difficult to handle and in public too!

Morning world. A "with it" morning so far. Breakfasted and sitting listening to Classic fm, looking out to my scene, the most distance half shrouded in mist rising to a similarly indistinct, grey sky. A little square has just popped up announcing five minutes to BBC's Business Live on BBC2. My TV is programmed every day with my day's planned viewing but current awakenings stir a possible change of attitude. 'Mind to the moment' over an organised day but then, I do get absorbed and can miss things if not prompted, especially my medicines, which are all laptop programmed! So I do have some sort of organisation!

Wednesday 9th January 2019
Tip tipped, very cold glad, to be back but... domestic clearing has piled up! A quick flip through the year ahead, Glaxo's annual calendar to retired members arrived this morning. Some lovely places but will I be travelling fit to really enjoy and do I really need to move? So much to be done! Stupidity of religion. EU same principles of fear and uncertainty.

Tuesday 8th January 2019
Local photographer J.T. Newman captures the essence of the hunt...
Berkhamstead Staghounds "a very old-established pack, affords some grand sport in Herts, Bucks, and Beds, often meeting on the vast estate of Earl Brownlow, which embraces many square miles of the aforesaid counties. The kennels are situated at Berkhamstead Common, where resided the late Master, Mr. Richard Rawle, who hunted the pack for more than forty years. He was succeeded last season by his son, Mr. John Rawle, whose knowledge of the country and of hunting is almost equal to his father's, and no higher praise could be given him. The Hon. Whips are Messrs. F. and W. Dwight. These hounds are noted for their speed and staying power, and hold the record for the longest run." (Illustrated Sporting and Dramatic News, Jan 1903). Photographs:
1. On Great Gaddesden Road
2. John Rawle, Master
3. George Adams, drove deer-cart 28 years
4. Refreshment for the whips
Description: mage may contain: 1 person, standing and outdoor

Salutary. Staghounds, interesting, Dorian used to keep foxhounds at Pendley. A reflection on an entire social change. Such posts as hound master was a distinguished social statement. My attitudes have changed. Perceiving them as part of country lore, is fox hunting really acceptable? Are we not fully realising how wilfully perverted society has been in its pursuits of many countryside "essentials"?

Monday 7th January 2019
I was fractionally early but there were already 7 people waiting in reception, not necessarily for my MRI need, although the length of time I was “inside” being scanned several had accumulated. The radiographers weren’t clear what they were looking at, so I wait to see, after a more ruminative examination by consultants.  
            Journey to Costco but I found I had forgotten my other wallet containing my ID, despite a dramatic note on my desk to myself from the night before, so I had to leave an usually empty car park for petrol, at last down to 115p against 126p! Then home and my first encounter with the chaos that is about to descend upon the town: grass cut up for car parking while a new multi-story car park is built. Even in Waitrose’s own car park we are going to have problems with access and abusers. Mixed feelings indeed but we do need more car parking since the demand for homes has over-ridden the sense previously expected of town planning.
           While in the car park, seeing how muddy the car was I washed it down in Guinness. I dropped a pack of four and one can burst, spraying, fortunately, only the underneath. A car had since parked next to me. This was a very odd colour, a muddy field grass green: registration plate quoted “MUD”!

Saturday 5th January 2019
I supposed this is what dairy farmers experience but then I did a Google and found an "American farmer's day" which time wise was not what I had expected. I had thought UK milking started around 05:00 to 06:00, mostly completely in the dark as I am experiencing now. One of my "get up early" modes meant I was breakfasting at 06:30 and looking out on a black stage curtain with a grey background, lacking detail and a foreground dotted with bright, area controlled lamps directed by their new bulbs. I am already tired but more due to my health condition than the early (to me) hour; an hour that is "normal working time" for many people, which too many of us ploughing our "normal day" are almost wilfully oblivious.

Friday 4th January 2019
Supposed to have risen early for a long day's work but overslept and was woken at 08:30 by the clatter of a neighbour wheeling his bin to the kerb side for emptying. I normally do mine late on the day before but had not, we are a day late due to New Year and so what routine I have disappeared.
          The morning was bright sun and frost, a not unpleasant awakening despite the clatter but breakfast was late and I have hardly started a planned full day's work, partly due to beginning to feel "retired" and allowed myself to be side-tracked to "The Lavender Hill Mob", an Ealing Studios production. I think I first saw in Deans' hall in my school days, by which time the school had acquired a pair of "up-to-date" projectors, enabling continuous change-over, as in the professional cinema. Until then we had either had reel change breaks or previously loaded spools onto a much large reeled projector, which then had to be respooled and broken back down to the component reels.
          Only just realised that myself as I was writing. That is what I like about old films: the scenery (despite being black and white); the costumes and mannerisms of the period; car models and street signs; advertising billboards; the language, they've started apologising at the beginning for the language, often now unacceptable but it is in period and nonsense to apologise for it in context.
          At least this web site, while still needing a major rehash is ready for 2019. Have I the intellectual capacity to deal with more digital updating, or should I call it a day? I'm in the mood to have lunch out, especially as the crowds should have dissipated into a 'normal' working day... or perhaps not? One last fling before facing reality... and Christmas bills? Balance realism with freedom of life, isn't that what retirement is about?

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.