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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)


Saturday 9th March 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.

Tuesday 26th February 2019 Wilful irresponsibility and it is not a "Tory" Brexit it is a natoinal Brexit and Labour have chosen to set themselves in opposition to the people.

Tuesday 19th February 2019
A messy, thought provoking day. Colour(s). Light: cloudy, full sun, slanted sun from different angles casting shadows; artificial light; drying causes colour change. I'm sure when I first moved in I simply made decisions and have been happy to live with those decisions for several years, re-painting as needed. Perhaps my last redecoration this time, as part of my "decluttering". I must have been reasonably avant-garde initially as my parents expressed concern as to how it would all look. Now, a greater diversity of colours, water based [I previously needed turps to clean brushes, now I just wash under the tap] nondrip so easy, I might be able to do a lot of it myself. The exercise will do me good! I have suddenly found myself in a new world! I wait the new day to see how my splodges look in the changing light through the day. Fascinating.

Time to learn forgotten skills or skills no longer taught to the young, especially males? I am reluctant to discard a lightweight sleeveless jumper with two holes in it. A heavier cardigan also has holes and both I continue to wear. Sailors particularly and so did my dad, an army man, had skills to mend and make do which he insisted his son learned but time... matching colours... but my other's sewing basket is still here.
            The above was not intentionally a riposte to:

Monday 18th February 2019
Resignations galore "Foul! Foul!" Great excitement requires cool thinking. Historic knowledge indicates these MPs advised their electorate of their state of confusion at the last election. For now, therefore, nothing of consequence has happened. The country's need for a full parliament determines they do NOT cause bye-elections.
      Decisions have been made and resolution is required, which means Brexit on schedule and if that means "No Deal" we go "No Deal" and start running this country factually.

I think she said Hancock [Aylesbury] would identify her. I was feeling grumpy through preceding sequence of events [not there] and somewhat nonplussed. She was very helpful, without being pushy, very patient but more importantly knew what she was talking about and had her facts in the front of her head. Very reassuring and I left with my samples feeling confident. Perhaps unfair to single out anyone in particular but I left confident of what I was doing and wanted to draw attention to her customer response. Thank you.

Wilfully letting the day slip as it was a good morning, lovely assistant helped me with paint selection and gave me a couple of test cans to try out tomorrow morning when mentally more "with it". Will drop her boss an email expressing appreciation, clearly knew her job well.
       Arriving back home I find driver licence renewed, extraordinarily quickly. Reassuring to have it back, serves as an extra ID over which I'm having problems due to an idiot being wilfully idiotic and causing bureaucratic mayhem. Can't grasp that a chap called P Such is also Peter Such and that the P stands for Peter! Actually a little more involved with which I will not weary further.
       Feeling optimistic things may be coming to a head, so switched out and being wilful... I am retired!

Saturday 16th February 2019
An interesting day, doing something several friends do and I rarely, listen to the wireless! The word is used deliberately. 'The Archers" unquestionably, a serious 'sit down and be quiet time' for my mother and her mother to sit comfortably and listen and for other members of the family, who happened to be 'in' at that moment, immediate silence.
          "Celebration" hardly seems appropriate for a death but this year is 150 years since Berlioz died and Radio3 has been full of celebrating his music, so I have been disconnected from my intended work. A Facebook post on a celebratory walk for funds for Battersea Dogs' Home brought forth comment from friends in the States, stirring their memories of the England they recalled. Suddenly, I felt my late friend and his late first wife's presence close to me.
           Berlioz' "Much Ado" [he called it Béatrice et Bénédict] brought memories of open air Shakespeare at Pendley Manor [] and my early memories of the manor when it was still lived in privately and operated only semi-commercially. Much of the period of "Lady Chatterley" was still prominent around the estate, particularly the stables, where horses were still stabled and the hunt hounds occasionally gathered. This was a new TV edition, I recalled an earlier film version nearer that time and wandering the estate and its outbuildings was like walking over a filmset, except for me it was reality. Suddenly I enveloped myself in a diverse range of periods, seeming to encompass them all at the same time.

Morning. Posting on my weekly internet blog which is only occasionally introduced here [] I concluded a longer run than usual. Thursday's post may intrigue "Some readers might think, ‘why does this nut cake continually perambulate in this haphazard fashion? Who reads him?’ There is your answer! You are reading! For no reason I have currently unearthed I...
          In that post I mull the speed of change through various stages of my life. Am I getting too old? Is it slowness from ill health that delays me, or rather aggravates the time it takes to do things, yet my disagreements remain due to validity of argument, not to the principle of change, although sometimes to the speed of change, especially when ineptly pursued.
           Once running along with technology, I lately have found technology irritating but pursuing detail as to why, I perceive it is more due to others' ineptitude in the way they handle their role in the interchange. There is a lack of perception in the stance and nature of the enquirer. 'Due to lack of life's insight' or to 'don't care, you're disturbing me' attitudes?
           I perceive this now from my own experience, gained from previous lack of knowledge and lack of experience in interacting with disadvantaged people, currently primarily on the autism spectrum. I am becoming aware of other disadvantages as a result of TV programmes like Victoria Derbyshire. I know my childhood did not experience the openness which is becoming "everyday" experience (still insufficiently) and I have been aware, for some time, of the wilful slowness in society adapting to the basic essentials of mobility for the disadvantaged and horrified at subversive responses to attitude changes.
           The current pupil response to climate change is a good challenge. It is a complex challenge, nowhere as simple as it may seem at first but in accommodating such changes in attitudes I have no problem. I question that it is not me, nor my age or state of health, it is the detachment that derives from the EU's inherently entrenched divorcement from the everyday real life of the people it is supposed to serve and who pay its bills. It is that which causes a general disinterest and sense of disassociation amongst people generally in society. There is no longer an instinctive sense of involvement in the wider society.

Thursday 14th February 2019
Good after-noon and wonderful has been the whole day. Some readers might think, ‘why does this nut cake continually perambulate in this haphazard fashion? Who reads him?’ There is your answer! You are reading! For no reason I have currently unearthed I have perceived myself as a diarist, simply because from the beginning I used case-bound foolscap annual diaries for appointments and notes to what has become, just as inconsistently, an electronic journal. Perhaps it always was a journal. Certainly the years have included the starts of other writings, which created their own files but never went further, only now do I read them… as I discover them!
            The day started depressingly but the sun broke through the mist. I’m in one of my pedantic moods. Probably due to living in a valley carrying a main train line in the days of steam, so fog to me is sulphurous but apparently it is the distance through which one can see, so my enjoyable mist is in fact fog today. Certainly I would not wish to be driving, although later in the morning I had one of my ‘sod damn and blast’ moods and went out, by which time it was a patchy mist and the sun was blazing through, creating a lovely morning and a whole new world of discovery… and I was only six miles down the road!
            I dropped into a shop purposefully, which I usually avoid when passing simply because the parking is horrendous but today it was reasonably clear and I had intended calling anyway. New ink cartridges, reminding me the printer needs replacing—due to my economy efforts. I use the backs of previously printed notes, overlooked the fact that some had been stapled together and so damaged the ink head but the printer was wearing and outline plans were in hand to replace it but not now, so I make do.
            Further along the road I pull in to buy some decorator’s paint and find the store closed down with warning notices of it now being a building site for a replacement store, ironically also selling paint but not yet. Surely I hadn’t been mulling paint samples that long? I discover a change to another store, finding it is now an amalgam of what previously had been two separate companies, also providing a section for Carphonewarehouse.
           The young girl in there was pleasant to talk to but I hadn’t my ’phone with me. I had not got on with previous people in other installations and I resolved to come back to her. My immediate need was to catch back on the time I had lost contemplating the colours I was going to use, only to find the store was closed down. I do not think it is my inability to adapt but that life really is changing at too fast a rate and across the whole commercial spectrum and too many people lack the honesty (possibly because they need the employment) to admit they are not grasping changes as fully as necessary for the more discerning, or slower thinking customer.
          However, I had been stirred into action. Much to do and time was rolling incessantly, seemingly with ever gathering speed, which I find scary. Sunshine and light traffic. Two minds: Watford or Aylesbury? I decided Aylesbury. I set the car to fifty and poodled along, enjoying the sun, the view and the light traffic which took me back to my first years of pleasure driving fifty years ago.
           At B&Q I learned my colours were pre-mixed but although they too had Dulux they did not possess the same equipment to match. Came across Farrow and Ball, for which I had previously had to go across to Harpenden and had been contemplating an avante garde redecoration. Gosh, was I thinking of redecorating that long ago? No wonder I uncover such a mess in moving things in preparation for this probable last time for me.
          Loading myself with more literature I poodle over the back roads, over Ashridge into Berkhamsted Waitrose and then home. An intended starter becomes today’s very light lunch. I push my new paint considerations aside and settle to closing various other outstanding matters.

Wednesday 13th February 2019etterv
An extraordinary morning. Triangular shaped cold light falls from the street lamps into a heavy mist. Is it warming, is it that cold last nigh, so t but there is quite a frost on car roofs? Apparently it is getting warmer and overall lighting indicates a slow day arrival. A sense of heavy slowness is the day's awakening.


Could be presented better and I did presume to play with layout but perhaps I presume too much. Better to let things be as I received them. Copied from Facebook.
"Her hair was up in a ponytail, her favourite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school eager to tell them all,
about a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called a student from the class, to introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare, each of them was searching, a man who wasn't there. 'Where's her daddy at?' she heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,' another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say, 'Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day.' The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom, and looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique. 'My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day. And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know, all about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to tell me stories, he taught me to ride my bike, and he surprised me with pink roses, and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone, and though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. 'Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart, I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart. ‘With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest, feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress. And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears, proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. She stood up for the love of a man not in her life, doing what was best for her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd, she finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud. 'I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star, and if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he is a soldier and died just this past year, when a roadside bomb hit his convoy and taught the world to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away.' And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother’s amazement, she witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes. Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. 'I know you're with me Daddy,' to the silence she called out. And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining star. And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
I am not the original poster of this story. I also found it on Facebook and was unable to reshare due to the privacy level, I have simply reshared. I do not know who to originally credit


Originating from Brenda Watford on Facebook and passed to my newsfeed by Rodney O’Leary. Her opening was a photo of the 9/11 bombing, to which I replied.
“The November outrage is contrary to the Christian ethic but it symbolises the empty-headedness that derives from the Middle East traditions which encompasses both religions, although Arabic numerals derive from India and are referred by Arabs as Hindu numerals, which facts are not mentioned.
           There is nonsense in both religious books, both written by men in a male-dominated society misrepresenting spiritual messages through their own egos in a then socially acceptable manner.”
          Written by a housewife in New Brunswick , to her local newspaper. This is one ticked off lady...
"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not, started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001 and have continually threatened to do so since?
Were people from all over the world, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan , across the Potomac from the capitol of the USA and in a field in Pennsylvania ?
Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they?
           Do you think I care about four U. S. Marines urinating on some dead Taliban insurgents?
And I'm supposed to care that a few Taliban were claiming to be tortured by a justice system of a nation they are fighting against in a brutal Insurgency.
           I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East, start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere belief of which, is a crime punishable by beheading in Afghanistan .
I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head, while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat.
           I'll care when the cowardly so-called insurgents in Afghanistan , come out and fight like men, instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in Mosques and behind women and children.
I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of Nirvana, care about the innocent children within range of their suicide Bombs.
I'll care when the Canadian media stops pretending that their freedom of Speech on stories, is more important than the lives of the soldiers on the ground or their families waiting at home, to hear about them when something happens.
  In the meantime, when I hear a story about a CANADIAN soldier roughing up an Insurgent terrorist to obtain information, know this:
I don't care.
               When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank:
I don't care. Shoot him again.
When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed 'special' food, that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being 'mishandled,' you can absolutely believe, in your heart of hearts:
I don't care.
           And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled 'Koran' and other times 'Quran.' Well, Jimmy Crack Corn you guessed it. I don't care!!
          If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on to all your E-mail Friends. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior!
If you don't agree, then by all means hit the delete button. Should you choose the latter, then please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country! And may I add:
          Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering, if during their life on earth, they made a difference in the world. But, the Soldiers don't have that problem.
I have another quote that I would like to share AND...I hope you forward All this.
One last thought for the day:
           Only five defining forces have ever offered to die for you:
1. Jesus Christ
2. The British Soldier.
3. The Canadian Soldier.
4. The US Soldier, and
5. The Australian Soldier
One died for your soul, the other four, for you and your children's Freedom.

This is an atitude with which we have to contend but contention is often no more than a lack of knowledge of the wider world. Koran/Qu'ran is merely phonetic alliteration for a spoken language which has divergent pronounciation, hence the arguments within the broader scope of Islam.


Tuesday 12th February 2019

Put out to grass: when animals are allowed to grow old
Raises the question, can we well meaning humans put too much humanity on basic animal dispositions?

Superb. Magnificent. Likewise shared on my Facebook.

Well, well, well, three holes in the ground! An extraordinary evening. I don't recall ever seeing Spectre and am currently thoroughly enjoying it, despite having run out of my Goslings Black Seal Bermuda Black Rum, so making do with my Smokey Black Grouse and deciding by contrast I actually prefer the heavier Rum. Switching out nicely as the film proceeds, ready to slide into bed once it is, having incurred the pleasant aches and pains of having done something this useful after-noon: a reasonable start on practical de-cluttering—“start“ emphasised. Sunday will tidy the essential mess and I will feel I am moving on positively for a new week, exciting!

Every over excitable person is missing the point completely. It is the structural failure of the EU to render service directly to the people who pay the exorbitant costs of unnecessary administration and to be directly answerable to them. EU government is being deliberately distanced from the people to whom service is supposed to be rendered. Why has Tusk brought in God? He mentioned Hell, presumably because he knows a lot about it, as one of the many failings of the organisation. The EU is without doubt hellish which it has sanctified by allowing religions to behave immorally in denying equality to females in their priesthoods [the Roman Catholic church and Islam specifically] and wilfully accepting archaic male-interpreted concepts of God, the essence of practicality in many religions, which is usually divorced from independent thinking of spirituality.

Jane Harris, Director of External Affairs at the National Autistic Society, said:
“About 700,000 people in the UK are autistic and most feel very misunderstood by the public. That’s why we give advice to production companies about ideas and scripts for TV, film and theatre to help them promote accurate images of autistic people.
“The production company behind this play contacted us and we arranged for autistic and non-autistic people to give feedback. We are pleased the production company made two changes in response — one for accuracy and another around representation.
“However, while recognising some of the play’s strengths, we decided we could not support the play overall due to its portrayal of autism, particularly the use of a puppet to depict the autistic character alone.”
Interesting. At least attempt was made. Not knowing the script I cannot comment on the stress playing the role might have put upon whom. Raises the question as to whether a nonautistic actor could have played the character convincingly and sincerely. The Guardian raised this issue regarding straight actors playing gay actors a few days ago. Would an autistic person act or be themselves, which would be most theatrically convincing? Theatre is a highly specialised technique, requires considerable mastery. For the inexperienced, performance before an audience is very stressful, even for experienced professionals and the key, surely, is conviction?

Wednesday 6th February 2019
Perhaps another week and were I able to leave the office at the “right time” I would have been able to drive home without lights. It is after-noon. The sunset is marvellous and the sky clear and modern cars have lights on permanently so no need for night lights. Not exactly jubilant but relieved.
           "You’re not overly anxious to do anything are you and I’m not overly anxious to have anything done!” So, after a short interchange of precautions and nature of response in the event of need, we left matters. My fear had been further cancer development but it was a small hernia behind the stomach. Simple but it counts as major surgery with possible complications. I have too much to tidy up before taking such risks without needing to but for now, concentrate on what I was originally doing, tidying up, the big “final” tidy up. There is a gentle quietude, a surprising sense of peace, long may it continue...

Lindsey. “Today I was at the Wellcome Trust for the launch of a creative hub space for disabled people. I couldn’t hear the opening speeches so I spent an hour looking around at the shoes of all the arty right on London folk there, and wondered to myself, ‘where do they get those brown battered leather basic bespoke 1930s style shoes from? Do they buy drainpipe trousers that are deliberately tailored to graze their upper ankle, or do they just buy trousers that are too short for them?’ It’s a good look.”
           Very sorry you missed so much, I had forgotten you have hearing difficulties and must bear that in mind in the future. Clearly you were not near the front where I try to ingratiate myself. Hope you got something worthwhile out of it nonetheless, hopefully you were able to inter-relate with the heads of the battered shoes wearers and gained something more?

Lovely morning for celebrating. First time this year I have opened the large window for the sheer joy of welcoming the sun and Spring air, which is decidedly chilly but very enjoyable and my heart has opened out, despite preparing for a new consultant meeting this after-noon to review an MRI report!

Down to earth and practical, pity Trump is so impractical and sky high in his dreams.

Stanstead 15

Interesting contrast with Tusk condemnation with Brexit and those holding views contrary to his own which is what his huffing and puffing is all about. “I’m Tusk, representing the EU and the EU does not tolerate argument”. Yes it does, buster, we’re the British! The EU consider it acceptable for religions to discriminate between the sexes. Totally unacceptable. Fact! So is the EU’s forty year arrogance with the British who were promised an ask and took forty years to achieve: right in law wrong in the spirit of the law: just like Islam and Roman Catholicism.
            The principle of the Quaker quote is acceptable but like so much in life needs quoting “in context”.  The Stanstead 15 were in wilful defiance of basic health and safety of the immediate moment which does not justify their action at that time. The charge does NOT throw into question the right of peaceful protest. What God’s purpose is NOT about is the wilful endangerment of others. 

“Special place in hell.” Typical of the EU: it is convinced it is God on earth, which is precisely why it is not fit for its intended purpose.

Is it me getting old and out of touch or is it really too many people too impatient... or is it society making too many demands? Or are too many not thinking? Who consciously thinks of horses down country lanes?
“I think people are selfish and only think of themselves.”
Would be very sad to agree with you but... Maybe Brexit is bringing home the extent to which the EU has divorced us from any sense of direct involvement with government and society, so much practicality being taken from national management. Is this why local government is so eviscerated?


Deportation flights
There is increasing cause for concern as to whether our own people have any real clue as to what they are doing, which I put down to our own politicians paying heed to the EU instead of insisting the EU accepts the reality of who we actually are. Economies have been made in offloading staff who know what they are doing in preference to new staff who have not that historical knowledge.

Larissa Garratt Curtis I did not say that it did but but clearly implied there were influential changes in attitude which were not helpful. "People not borders" is an emotional trait failing to define reality. People need managing, fact. Borders are a management technique, like cities, towns, villages, county towns. Total fluidity is impractical. This denial of reality, failure to maintain continuity is the root cause of the problem.

Tuesday 5th February 2019
Time flies too fast! Starting breakfast I had a superb morning, a thick but light mysterial mist [damned nuisance for early car drivers wanting to be ahead of the traffic] reducing visibility to fifty feet. Now, breakfast completed plus diverse tablets and visibility extends to half a mile. The day is full gallop ahead!

Monday 4th February 2019
Nissan chooses Japan over UK to build new X-Trail car

One is perturbed at any intention to build entirely new here. A recently deceased friend swore by diesel development but the general mood is down and complete conversion to electric. The chap responsible I believe is currently in jail waiting a court case!

Saturday 2nd February 2019
Local Facebook. Oooh dear its a lovely sunshiney day! Lovely historic note. As late as 1907 for such news. I recall the history of Cooper's telephone number. Initially "3" for him privately, then the company needed one so it went through "33", "333" to"3333" and with nearly 100 lines was for some time larger than the town's exchange!

Let there be light...
Mr. Richard Ashmole Cooper of the Chemical Works "...would like to sound the [Urban District] Council as to their feelings on the question of supplying electricity in the town. He was one of the largest users in the district... there were seven installations in the town, and nine different premises supplied with electricity. The mantle factory was supplied with it, and they knew it was a growing idea to use it in factories. They would have to consider whether it would not be in the interest of Berkhamsted to keep it out and so keep out factories... or whether it was to the interests of the residents to allow it in. Mr. West commented that towns where that was done were progressive. Luton had an installation which had been a great success. Mr. Burr: Quite disastrous, I think ; look at Chesham." (West Herts & Watford Observer, Jul 1907).
Photograph of Sir Richard Ashmole Cooper in car, early 20th century...

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Friday 1st February 2019
Good after-noon, what a day and a half! One of my important hospital consultant review days and with other things happening more crucial than most. Preparations made for early start and two inches of snow. Internet indicates main roads likely to be slow but moving where I want to go.
Forget breakfast, just go. Trip excellent, even get into hospital car park but concerned anyone parking near me later might slide into me, so back to town car park, where it's all flat can't see any markings so park near coin meter.
           Earlier than expected, so drop into café for a full English breakfast. Still arrive early via courtesy of a bus driver who happened to pull up by me. Apparently I was standing for a moment's pause at a bus stop. "It may take me a moment to find my pass." "Don't bother, its only one stop up the road." Journey complete and visit tied in nicely with next week's consultancy with someone new for something completely different!
           Journey was fine, some lovely winter scenes as I meandered in slow moving traffic through beautiful winter scenery. Almost on the start of dissolving when I leave but call into Waitrose to cover contingencies on way home where the temp had dropped 12 degrees, my car says temperature 1degree outside. Other news items indicate I might well want to stay put until next week!

Wow! The great USA wants economy on people's home heating (and presumably in the office) down to 18ºC

C. I require 72ºF (22ºC). Warmth is essential to keep away health dangers and Trump insists pay your own way healthwise.
Now it turns out that a straight guy, convinced that gays are nut cakes admits to being nuts himself in not realising he is gay and there isn't a problem with being gay! Was he one of those voting for Trump? Is Trump too gay? American life really can be quite exciting!

Now it turns out that a straight guy, convinced that gays are nut cakes admits to being nuts himself in not realising he is gay and there isn't a problem with being gay! Was he one of those voting for Trump? Is Trump too gay? American life really can be quite exciting!

Just catching up on accumulated journal reading and came across a lovely phrase from Martin Luther King Jnr, "Surely there must be a way to disagree without being disagreeable."

Just caught a moment of reflection. Looking out of my window I saw a funny “bobble” of a head pass beside a parked car and realised it was a mature woman, exceedingly short. I pondered on her life, as a child and a girl and the difficulties she might have encountered when society was less sensitive to such disadvantages and reflected upon my own attitudes, inculcated through specific avoidance of anything “not normal”, not to be encouraged.

Brexit is a preoccupation of legislators but an obligation wilfully brought upon themselves by theie r own pig-headed arrogance in not asking the question forty years ago, as they then promised. It is that delay caused by their wilfulness that there is so much to do.
            Consequently, we have wilfully failed as a Christian country, partly because of the wilfulness of the main Christian faiths to be practically/meaningfully Christian and partly due to the pig-headed obduracy of too many politically orientated politicians to thrust their little egos instead of rendering the Christian service that is nationally expected.
            We have allowed ourselves to sink under the weight of EU irrelevancies, used as an excuse to ignore our fundamental principles of social service. The beauty of our current situation is that it provides a proving ground of strengths and failings of our democrat institution, showing why we must never have a written constitution: Flexibility, Adaptability, Malleability according to circumstance are the pillars of managing the realities of life.
            What the current mess shows is that we have two parties each of which have half their members half the time mentally attuned to the other party. The country needs Labour's socialism, without the stridency of trades union leaders but with Tory financial realism. That is why we have people dying in sub-standard conditions and sleeping on the streets and it is a shame on all of us.

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.


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.