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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.

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

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LAST PUBLISHED
Tuesday 3rd September

AUGUST 2019
ON THE EU, SEE MOVING ON

GENERAL AND COMMENTARY INDEX
THE EU QUESTION
and MOVING ON

NEVER FORGET
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 are taking some time to interact. So one ploughs on, irritated with being side-tracked by technicalities.

Tuesday 3rd September
All the more reason why Boris' plans MUST go through regardless. I originally voted Remain, although idealistically a Brexiteer but felt we had been bamboozled too far into acceptance to make a fuss now. Since there was a majority in favour of Brexit I am a Brexiteer and even more determined the more the issue is wilfully delayed and generally "bu*****!" about by small-time egoists of no consequence, possessing only wilfully misdirected energy.

Something is seriously wrong with our civil service. Replying to post where mother having lived in UK for 55 years is denied permanence after Brexit.

Common sense is creeping back--BBC "Politics Live" is re-broadcasting. Unfortunately the drunks outside parliament have started re-appearing, amazingly so early in the morning they really must have been hung over last night!

Monday 2nd September
Evening world. One P. Such reporting in. Straight run with variable traffic in one go from Norwich, Watford drop in for some shopping and then home, exhausted, collapsed; phone rang; recognised voice so got up to answer. not really sure what I was doing. It turned out it was not the friend I thought it was, none the less it was fun having a conversation in which the other participant hadn’t a clue what I was talking about, nor I not having a clue as to why he did not understand me! We managed to update each other and I think he was convinced he had spoken to the person to whom he had intended speaking and felt he was updated as intended. An exhausting day!

So right, meaningful figures are meaningless to those who simply cannot add up. Referring to a post that 1 million had posted support for blocking Johnson, ignoring the fact that 65.4millions did not oppose him by their silence! Why don’t they highlight that?

Friday 30th August 2019
[Major backing remainer attempt to block Johnson proroguing parliament.] Demeaning himself and trying to turn attention away from his own failings. Parliament should have stopped government at the point we lost sovereignty: it failed. Parliament should have stopped further progress as early as when it was obvious the EU was not accepting us as we were at that time: it did not, we were required to adapt to them. Parliament has twice wilfully failed us and is trying to cover up its failings. Finally, a government asked the question that should have been asked forty years previously and got the answer they knew (or should have known) they would get but they were thrown by the reality of life, which shows the extent to which parliament has divorced itself from the people it is representing: parliament's fault not ours. Meanwhile the Brexiteers let due process play as it will, trusting in our centuries proven system. Apparently the Remainers want to change the system to meet their devious ways of countering honest results. Slanging matches and threats of revolution on the streets, causing more wilful disruption to life than the socialist minded trade unions are currently doing on the railways, wilfully causing bedlam for ordinary hard working citizens. That says everything about the motivation of the Remainders, pure self-interest based on pig-headed arrogance.

Thursday 29th August 2019 [after noon]
Absolutely no problem at all. The problem is parliament that refused to block the wilful arrogance of subjecting us to the EU without asking if that is what we wanted and when we made it clear we did not want, presumed to think their egos were more important. They are NOT, parliament's role is to carry out our clear orders upon the spot.

Thursday 29th August 2019
“STOP THE COUP protest in Hemel Hempstead tomorrow: Thursday 29th, at 6.30pm outside Mike Penning MP's office:
The Bury, Queensway, Hemel Hempstead: HP1 1HR (at the end of the Marlows).
The protest has cross party support, and we are encouraging people to wear their colours to show the diversity of people who are disgusted at these events.
We cannot allow our parliamentary democracy to be destroyed at the will of a bunch of thugs in government.
Bring banners, bring smiles, bring friends.”
            Unfortunately it said nothing about bringing common sense, which doubtless is why all commentary was switched off almost as soon as it had been posted. Most comments that had been posted were in opposition!
            Wonderful how they make no confession to their wilful abuse of parliament from the very beginning that causes this mess. We were not asked, until three years ago, if we wanted to submit to a foreign sovereignty in place of our queen. The question should have been asked 43 years ago, not three years ago. Why was parliament silent forty years ago? That is when it wilfully failed us.

I rarely do anger as I don't think it is productive, but this is not just the wilful carelessness of throwing away, one should be questioning why the food industry does not label such foods clearly as poisonous to non humans. In reply to Facebook warning of “All dog owners need to be aware of the dangers of Xylitol and how it’s in so many items just lying about your houses. Those brownies/cupcakes you made from a packet mix? Full of it. That pizza you got from the takeaway? Full of it. Your toothpaste, pasta, peanut butter, anything what says sugar free it’s probably in there too. But it won’t be labelled xylitol, it’s labelled ‘sugar alcohol’. Their pet died from street walking and picking up a spat out chewing gum.

We are dealing with the practical realities of politics instead of the usual everyday bullshit. In response to objections to proroguing parliament.

On the Queen proroguing parliament. Correct and proper procedure all of which will have been envisaged by MPs who know and understand their roles as so many of them seem not to understand!

Tuesday 27th August 2019
Driven up the wall! There's a lawnmower underneath my window. Lawn does need mowing and sun blazing down so window wide open, fan on full blow and I'm trying to listen to a financial advice programme! Already too warm and I sympathise with the gardener and all those having to work, as once did I in in these conditions! Ironically it is only now that I appreciate being retired, probably due to phasing through a self-employed phase, having been made redundant earlier than anticipated; or perhaps my body is telling me it really is ageing! Need to get on but its work I want to do rather than have to.

Saturday 24th August 2019
In reply to wasted tickets on ground by ticket machines. Previous person had declined to take ticket out of machine causing confusion as to ticket owner.
“That once happened to me, caused considerable confusion. Also, we have had many reports of utter irresponsibility on some people who operate car park policies surcharging people for legitimately parking. Systems are very unfit for purpose or the people managing them are not competent.”

Mine goes back longer than that, you never know when an old link is crucial. When everything is up to modern standard I'll offload. I had a friend in the States using a 40 years old Vortexion ask if I had a spare British standard photo plug and was able to forward it to him!

Friday 23rd August 2019
Brigid Delaney. Fascinating. I’m reading my old journals for the purpose of a life review, she seems to have become detached from what she lived.
          Facebook again complaining of raised pension age to 75. “And when the law forced employers to offload their staff at 65 many complained and wanted to continue working. Many now do, well into their 70s, choice is the key: FAM, Flexibility, Adaptability, Malleability, the mistake religion made, life/creation is a state of continual change through time.

Facebook report that the elderly are vulnerable to drug misadministration because many are on multiple drug regimens.
            That's me but I think I'm well balanced but it is I who have to keep an eye open! Chemist suddenly drops one medicine by four fifths of the dose I should have, threw me completely for a month until I realised things didn't add up and I started asking questions. Feeling perked up so my down phase was hopefully due to that, thank God is wasn't a more critical drug. They are all over-worked but we should always have been running things ourselves not getting involved on over-administration and relying on others.

Wow! Good after-noon all, post delivered a superb postcard from Rowntree! Apparently he is having a superb time as are Lindsey Ilsley and Michael Camroux who are helping him enjoy himself. Walks on beaches, nosing around in diverse interesting nooks and crannies and a boat ride, hopefully meeting some basking sharks. He's thinking of taking a flight to soar with white tailed eagles, wow! Adventurous dog!

Musing, am I managing to sort myself out? I have discovered a file created eight years ago and last updated one year ago. From what is currently headed "Introduction" it opens thus.
"Somewhere, currently at Chapter Eight, I appear to start this book, calling that chapter “In The Beginning”. The preliminary pages of any book are like the overture to an opera, they are the last notes written, yet can any book seem complete without at least one of three opening options “Foreword”, “Preface” or “Introduction”, sometimes even all three?
"The first thing I learned at Staples, my first full-time work place after Watford Technical College was that publishing is populated with egotists who, frequently lacking necessary creative talent themselves delight in determining the abilities of those who can write. This is where “style” is determined and the image of the publishing house formulated. In this context “style” relates to layout and physical presentation of type on the page but can impinge upon the writer in the house style for spelling preferences. Here printer, publisher and author may find themselves at odds before they even start. Whose “house style” is to be followed and what exceptions are to be allowed and for what reason?"
Argumentative as usual! I find it inspiring and I want to read on, whether anyone else will remains to be seen as considerably more needs to be written but at least, looking on it a year after I last contributed to it, I feel there is something inviting picking it up and continuing. Encouraging. Looking ahead in my diary what next presumes to stand in my path? A conference, a bit of holiday and then... ?

Wednesday 21st August 2019
Farmland! Such is the appalling ignorance of so many. Farmer's time taken away from productive work, the cost of his time disposing of same, cost of transport, probably cost for putting in tip, all these costs need to be assessed and ensured they are covered in any fines were the culprits to be apprehended but that principle meeds to be borne in mind in any fee scale for any such occasion.

Tuesday 20th August 2019
Replying to complaints at retirement being changed to 75.
Many people were forcibly retired by mere age at 65, when they wanted to go on with their jobs but employers were forbidden by law/insurance/boards. That was a disgrace, many now go on but not necessarily in physically demanding jobs: arguably there will be more demand for door people, shop counter assistants etc. Sickness is an increasing expectation so consideration has to be made here. What horrifies me is the number of retired people who are bored! Ill health would have disadvantaged me had I had to go on beyond 70 but in fact economics forced me to retire early and I had made some provision against that danger and had the ability to go free-lance--how many people do not even take out travel insurance to cover basic let alone more serious holiday contingencies? I have not planned my life as frugally as some I know but these are individual choices which we are all free to make as we choose.

In response to Elton John’s support of their Harry and Meghan’s use of private jet.
1. Good interjection.
2. Principle raised is fine, but wrong people and applies to all of us but we are all in different circumstances and need to be allowed to respond as best appropriate to those individual circumstances.

Monday 19th August 2019
An extraordinary evening; a continuity of time in a moment; an awareness of so many times and persons rolled into one evening. Proms, Mendelssohn’s first piano concerto, played on a golden piano from the Queen’s state rooms by Stephen Hough, a piano on which Prince Albert and Queen Victoria would have played. Now, five songs sung by Alessandro Fisher written and composed by Prince Albert himself, then the Scottish symphony.      
          I am alone with a glass of “The Bees Knees”, an alcohol free sparkling wine (I do not always drink champagne); a bright, clear light opens up the valley before me under the leaden sky. I think of Victorian royal times as we ordinary people then would not have known; think of the relationship between Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, biased towards German sentiment compared with today’s cultural interactions. I think of my own lifetime and the family that have gone on before me and re-awake them in detailed moments of memory.
           Looking at the orchestra I see the performers, think of the individual spirits within their frames and that harmony with the audience, not just there but the joining of associated moods diversely across the country. I sense an encompassing universality, not just across a diversity of entities but across separate time zones, past and present. A quiet settlement with the world and yet, just a footstep away, a world and time of my own.

Sunday 18th August 2019
On extending age of retiring by another 10 years: society being preparaed for the rich, not the many. There does not seem any rational evidence. We need statistics on alternative funding, expected state of health over these years, balance expected duration of partner relationships and a general review of society's needs during this period. Perhaps we are at a stage when a complete review of the changing nature of society's life and work needs and expectations. This seems an arbitrary decision without any research and a full time committee across party interests should have been regularly reporting and preparing government for appropriate advance warning. Politicians continually failing the public interest. Yet parliament presumes to "take command" having wilfully defied the people's clearly defined direction on Brexit and government responds without due care and prior warning through regular reporting.

Saturday 17th August 2019
Not too bad. Slow but progressing and much mundaneness completed. Dark clouds gathering; an interesting sky; storm or no storm, that is the question and I am unconcerned. Supper, looking out down the valley and I am quietly contented and yes, sparkling wine (no strawberries) gave way to a dry German Riesling, probably followed with a port and Eton Mess. To those travelling ( I have a particular woof in mind and his friends), I hope you enjoy a good meal and a good rest from a super day. God bless.

Friday 16th August 2019
An ounce of sense at last. Swinson has said what I had thought at the time, if parliament wants to take control then obviously the PM of that time can't be a major party leader. I had not thought of "mother" (my failing) certainly father of the house, unquestionably. That would then be the House being represented by the House NOT a party.

Wednesday 14th August 2019
 Oh yes, the LibDems have been against "us" running our own country because they cannot summon the majority necessary to form their own government. To that extent I was glad they went in with the Tories but reality seemed to hit them rather hard and they have since run away.

Replying to objections to Swinson’s suggestion of parliament representing itself through a leader from the mother or father of the house. No. She's got the right idea, parliament is causing the problem, parliament must select a leader from parliament not party-orientated, they have all failed at the polls on this subject.

Autumn teases, temperature hovering just above the cut-in point of central heating and I force it, just to check it still works, better know now than later. Were it spring, the weather I'm sure would seem warmer, although not ready to switch off! Cardigan and pullover on. Were it my time at Pendley we would be starting the Festival! I recall one visitor astounded that we had cancelled the first performance at the start, "but you always perform regardless!" That time, it happened to be an extra 'start' performance because of overfill for the planned performances and horses and carriages were involved, which would have cut up the stage from the very beginning, so we made one of our very rare cancellations, countable on one hand over (then) some forty years. It had been raining all day and at the time I was at the gate talking to people who turned up. It was pouring and only a very small portion of the expected audience did turn up, the majority were old-timers or very new and assessed it was against the odds.

Bercow: “The one thing I feel strongly about is that the House of Commons must have its way.”
Exciting times. Perhaps this will lead to a complete review and overhaul of our democratic structure but it also highlights why structured formality of a written constitution is unacceptable. This is life being met on its own terms in real time: variability of changing circumstances. The mechanisms are there to confront counter-argument on proven historical precedent. The mistake religion made and the EU is making: rigidity. Life is continually variable and requires fluid management. "No deal" is the title of a deal in which no deals were specified but the fact we got out! A Facebook comment: “when you're watching from Ireland (where we've had the same constitution since 1937 as the bedrock of our Republic).” Since 2937! Ours goes back 1,000 years!
            I could have gone back further were we not brutally oppressed by a certain neighbour, which started us, since I chose to ignore Ethelreds, Egberts and things. Since when we have continually told them how wrong they were but accepted their sensibility when it showed itself.

 

 

Tuesday 13th August 2019
I remember, as a child firmly being told not to distract daddy when he is driving, which meant not even talking!
            Difficult. I know I have to be specially careful if faced with a complex divergence of lanes in heavy traffic but generally the Satnav talking to me is no different from the front seat passenger pointing directions.
           " I don't use the voice, I have it on silent. I get confused by spoken directions. The picture makes far more sense to me." That is disturbing!
            From personal experience I would say that is dangerous because the situations I describe are where other traffic is moving potentially tangentially and at speed, where you need your wits about you and concentration on visibility on the road.
            Someone else. "I agree though I do have the voice on, I do not want to have to start buying a sat nav just because some people act irresponsibly when my phone actually links to the screen in my car through Apple autoplay but I think thisproposed ne law would still possibly affect me using it?"
            The responsibility is yours! You recognise other's failings therefore you have a duty to take that awareness on board with the way you drive, in preparation for those activities.

Interesting how we come back yet again to God! God knows all and we cannot hide but God lacks reciprocity and we do not know so much about God. So it may be with Google. Does it matter? Knowledge is all and as we are all part of knowledge, why should we not all know everything?
          'Yesterday I had a couple of men at my door [they never told me what they represented and I never asked, they were interrupting me] who asked, "who runs the world?" I replied "We all do, we are all part of the collective whole." They seemed confused. I happened to be in the middle of reading "Death, Imagination and the Last Things." [Richard J. Dearborn Professor of New Testament, Princeton Theological Seminary]. I was happy to share further but they suddenly seemed less keen than when they arrived. Interesting experience, I always thought such people were happy to chat lengthily, which is usually such people's problems and Google’s too: Google shares voluminously!

Monday 12th August 2019
Twaddle! What is wanted is balance. Men alone have messed up regularly over the years and there is no reason to suppose women alone will not be equally unbalanced. In response to a suggestion an all female cabinet would stop Brexit and that would be alright!

Sunday 11th August 2019
The purpose of social protection is that society is managed in a responsible way so that criminals are reduced through increased sensitivity and there is reduced need for prison spaces. In reply to Boris boast of increasing prison spaces.

But it was the Conservatives who cut the police below rationality levels and reduced youth social support and assistance! Always put things in perspective Boris. You are only replacing half those you Conservatives fired!

In answer to a list of food presented. Interesting, what I had feared from a similar question, would I adapt to world need? My answer was yes but too impractical 17 here I would/could not eat.

 

Saturday 10th August 2019
They did not whine, they continually tried to rationalise it but it refused to correct its errors. We twice tried to join for, as elsewhere mentioned the two mainstays of France and Germany needed the third traditional mainstay proven over several centuries, the UK. The EU refused. Now we have decided to leave they have decided they want us. That's the EU all over.

In reply to a Facebook post disputing the validity of Brexit. So a vote was called and we have the result what do you not understand? You vote LibDem? Their local (to me) newsletter is headed "The Democrat" and they decide nationally to block a democratic vote! No wonder you are confused. I sympathise.

Isn't that from the Tempest? We had such a storm one performance many years back, little wind just fire from the heavens. I remember Stuart Ready charging down the length of the glade declaiming that speech. We cut the lights. Pitch black, just his voice and then a flash of lightening followed by a crash of thunder lightening his progress down the glade. Such moments are what Pendley Shakespeare Festival is all about. Conversely when you have a thunderstorm and tarpaulin has to be quickly laid down so people can sit on the grass without ruining their costumes, or we cut the lights and that scene in The Dream is played in pure moonlight.

In reply to Freedland on Facebook:

He simply re-iterates what has always been the case: the moment the EU went political is the moment we should have been asked if we accepted it. Instead, our politicians waited forty odd years and then had the temerity to be surprised we said "no", so out of touch with their own people were our politicians. It is incredible that such stupidity exists in supposedly intelligent people. Of course this country will not accept the authoritarian arrogance of outside politics determining who we have running our country. Two world wars told the world we will not tolerate it, so why entertain such stupidity?

The year passed that quickly? They are talking about football, already? It's August, paddling on beaches not kicking balls! Turn to Classic fm, Binge "Sailing By", sanity!

Wednesday 7th August 2019
It’s after-noon and I still feel as exhausted as when I woke up! So we go on… or don’t! So I think of a previous conversation on Facebook.
         I have been relishing my reclining chair that almost takes me to bed without leaving the sitting room where everything is easily to hand, providing enticement to ‘do’! There was a Facebook post from a friend who suffers similarly to me. She posted “So sorry to hear your are feeling unwell, Peter! I have many days in bed allowing myself its rest for a better day to come. It is what it is; I am thankful for every new day thus far! Take care.” Maybe a reclining chair is not for you but it provides that “in between” for me to rouse but also to spend the day comfortably doing nothing, save play the TV, remote switching into Classic fm when TV provides no interest: sometimes reshowing old favourites, sometimes drawing my attention to new stuff which otherwise I would have missed, thus keeping me in modern reality and my desk is there and my book shelves, encouraging productive thinking.

Tuesday 6th August 2019
There was no reason for talking to the EU the moment it turned itself political. That was when we should have immediately extrapolated ourselves. The present convolutions are entirely the fault of our own politicians who wilfully convoluted the otherwise simplicity.

An extract from what will be in the autobiography I am compiling, as part of the disposal of time-acquired items which will be meaningless to those having to clear my detritus. Such notes are evocative of so much of me but are only meaningful if properly expressed. This is why these last two months run into one another, although ultimately July will be removed and this will file into the archives as simply August. It all happened at the end of July and needed careful deliberation before publishing, so it was extracted out of date sequence and follows here.

 

JUST LIVING [last week of July 2019]
This past week, weekend to weekend, turned out to be one continuous roll of challenge and excitement: a whole flood of emotions across a diversity of times, ending with a certain sense of achievement, despite plunging into problems. I was preparing for the first weekend, a 99th celebratory birthday gathering for an aunt who earlier this year had been clambering up a step ladder to rummage around in the attic. Were I that fit now, twenty plus years younger!
        Prior to leaving I received a letter telling me a friend had died and his funeral would be towards the end of the following week. It meant driving from coast to coast across the country! I don’t mean to presume but I felt my attendance would be meaningful to the family, there would be a gathering of past associates and as it was going to be in Truro cathedral it was going to be an event I would not want to miss. Was I fit and able?
            Travelling to Norwich was excellent. The surrounding countryside was superb and while the traffic was sometimes heavy I was able to amble along in my own way. There, staying with cousins, I attended a tea party and then shared a luncheon party the next day, both occasions enabling us to admire and enjoy the gardens of the hotels where we were eating. Remembrances of my long time at Pendley Manor, which is where I had met John’s family, whose funeral I was intending to attend the opposite side of the country but was unsure if I could manage it.
             Then back home, which provided me with my first night’s break across the country’s width. I was exhausted, which was disappointing as the trip is not an unfamiliar one and I had contemplated booking an hotel further along the route.
            Tuesday morning I explored doing the rest of the journey by train, thinking of their modern air-conditioning… what about my car’s air-conditioning? I had rambled up from Norwich with both windows wide open, enjoying the air. Why hadn’t I used a/c? An example of my aging, I wasn’t always thinking straight and it would be a good run for the car, only 3,000 miles on the clock and not yet had its first service; and I’d had it checked by the garage before I’d left for Norwich, as an insurance.
            Frankly I have to sort out mobile communications, having decided there was no way I was now capable of changing a wheel. In my early driving days my father had insisted I could not only change a wheel but also dismantle the carburettor, if necessary. Now, even garages have to plug in a computer to find what’s wrong, so let them do everything, however small.
           That was Tuesday and hotels had been booked on a car basis, everything seeming to be in much demand, so I grabbed what I could.
           Berkhamsted to Taunton had been a comparatively easy trip, which I used to do regularly but now it seemed somewhat awesome, age showing itself again!
           An interruption—Nicola Benedetti at the Proms, Tchaikovsky’s violin concerto. Magnificent. The National Youth Orchestra, players eighteen and younger: superb, fresh, young, enthusiastic and highly competent players. She’s back and surely she’ll encore but an enlightening short talk first, complimenting the younger players sitting where she once performed amongst her age group. I think she was the lead violin. The piece, “As the Wind Blows” by Nicholas Mascarless, which she ends beautifully by walking slowly away, so the sound of her violin [I believe a 300 years old model but I did not catch the maker] fades gently as she enters the offstage area. Followed by Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet for dance.
            So, back to my reality. I rang friends at Taunton to advise I would be staying in an hotel near them overnight and hoped to be in a fit state to invite them to dinner. They were dog sitting so I was invited to them for a luscious salad. I had not seen them for years, so long we could not remember when and I had missed their daughters, who were each on holiday with their respective families, hence the two dogs being sat (both belonging to the elder daughter).
            When I first started going down to them they had a Jacobean manor and John did not like dogs but Jennie was concerned about being left on her own in a large house without near neighbours so they had bought two springer spaniels, John feeling he could cope with them but they were hardly guard dogs! They had actually intended to buy one dog but would not separate the brothers and bought both. Reluctantly he had accepted an Anatolian shepherd dog, (with some concept of breeding from her) which no one could fully control but him! She was undoubtedly a guard dog! Later friends went through a divorce and didn’t know what to do with their English sheep dog, so they acquired her too, to help their friends out. That was the home of a man who did not like dogs and had acquired four. He is now rather fond of dogs and they know who is in charge!
            Being the house it was and the people living there it was the sort of home where not only four dogs could run in and out helter skelter but a brood of chickens or the odd goose might waddle into the kitchen to see what was cooking, comfortably unaware that one day it might be one of them! It was not just the ovens that heated the kitchen but the main boiler was there for the central heating and water generally throughout the house, so the outer door was frequently wide open. The living room was large enough to allow the youth council to hold its meetings [they were early in getting youth involved in local council work from which experience I found useful when doing similar at Berkhamsted]. This provided an incentive for others from the village to join the annual fireworks party which John and I jointly funded.
             Anyway, an enjoyable evening of reminiscing and next day on to Truro. This was a superb journey across the moors and I found my hotel ten minutes walk from the town centre, except that it was towards the top of a very steep hill! I managed to find a bus whenever I needed and I arrived early enough to tour the city and have a full grasp of what was where, so I was able to amble down lightly the next morning and had elevenses in the refectory.
            Clare, their eldest daughter was officiating the gathering crowd. She looked as I remembered her mother Mary, when I first met her and her husband John at Pendley half a century ago. I always thought of him as Dorian’s right hand man but officially he was bursar there, as he had been at the cathedral; hence he was one of their own and they treated him accordingly, the Dean officiating, supported by a full phalanx of cathedral staff and the St Mary’s singers in full voice. They have just recorded another CD of a modern composer.
           For me, the most telling piece was Mary reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, since John’s last years were afflicted with Alzheimar’s Disease. “Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.” Their children also joined together for a run through of John’s life as they saw and perceived it. Their rendition was good and text excellent such that I must write and ask if I could have a copy, my hearing is going and I could only catch the drift, although they were properly miked but clarity from the cathedral’s echo… my age and so much else going wrong at the moment…
             Ronnie Evers’ youngest son was there and chatting with him at the reception following awoke a whole kaleidoscope of my own history at Pendley. His father was in his last year as headmaster at Berkhamsted School. I was in the Prep school and clearly remember him sailing up Chesham road to the playing fields with the canvas-roof of his Rolls thrown back. He was the last headmaster to have his own butler.
             The succeeding headmaster, Garnons Williams was renowned for two distinctions: the "stop me and buy one" ice cream van and a serious and meaningful history of the school. He arrived with a young family and so had a camper van in bright yellow, when they were only just making an appearance.
             Meanwhile Ronnie Evers had moved to Sutton Valence where a certain Marie Heron, whose father was a teacher there, was enamoured to come to Pendley for the costume department and is now renowned as Marie Warren-Smith, wife of the artist Melvyn Warren-Smith. Marie is pronounced the Scottish way. On making my hyperlinks I discover there is a close relationship between Berkhamsted and Sutton Valence schools of which I had been unaware despite my interaction with the Old Boys but like so much, I am letting things slip.
             Remembering Pendley, Ronnie's sister, Sybil was understandably one of our leading actresses as she had been professionally involved in London with the D'Oyly Carte Opera company and other theatres. It was seeing her on stage that attracted her to Harold Abrahams, whom she later married and so he was a frequent guest at Pendley. He had been in the audience. His meeting with her features in Chariots of Fire, his life story and that of his athletic counterpart Eric Liddell but even in the film there appears some mix up as to what part she was playing on that particular evening.
           Sheila Treacher was also there, her husband Giles had designed and built Fred, the Fully Remote Electronic Dimmer that had been one of Pendley’s main advances over the years in terms of open-air Shakespeare performances. I had often accompanied John to Stratford, for hiring costumes from them, usually stopping for lunch at the Black Goose [actually the Dirty Duck] and we had even moved on to organising national competitions for designers, provided they were able to make the costumes they designed. I'm not so sure that in our day the pub was not named the "Black Goose" was nicknamed the "Dirty Duck" and now appears to have been so named officially.
           So, deeply mixed emotions, a superb gathering of people, filled with associated memories down a long passage of time and diverse associations. I slept well the service night but awoke uncertain as to my energy level: the mood shifted, as it does (usually) and I found I was able to make the full journey from Truro through to Berkhamsted, despite a major lorry collision on the M4. The backup was just showing in time to dive into a stop off, to rest, take a sandwich and a cup of coffee. By the time I felt I was re-generated everything had cleared and I was bombing along as I knew I once could have done without thinking about it. Now, a night’s rest and then examine the workload for the week ahead. I feel almost normal but it does not take much, if anything at all, for that to suddenly dissipate.
          That is why this record of a week in July appears in August: it required some work! Normally my weekly commentary is nothing more than elaborated copies of my Facebook pages, usually more succinct to meet Facebook's daily interactions but providing a base journal/diary record I have erratically kept throughout my life, hence my surrounding detritus. I am irritated by the diversity of digital changes across the diversity of my current life when I am prefrring simplicity but continual change should not be that frustrating for me, it's just my slowing up. Rather than publishing bookwise it may be more rational to publish diskwise or simply straight onto the internet but I have to be wary for when I have gone. The hyperlinking in this short extract speaks volumes of possibilities.

 

 

Tuesday 6th August 2019
Pause for thought: "unknown man and girl" lost in the vastness of time, yet suddenly widely noticed irrevocably. Response to an historical society print of man and girl looking at Berkhamsted castle moat in 1897.

In response to Facebook post: Would more people attend church if the sermons were funnier? Or is there no place for humour in worship? Karen Gibson visits a comedy class for clergy and we want to hear your thoughts. My comment: It is religion that has killed God, his Creation is a state of continual change through time. Man's arrogance at interpreting God failed to make such recognition through the ego of having to admit their earlier ignorance in their original interpretations, particularly in their acceptance of women and their presumption God is male as opposed to being sexually indefinable. Sex is for the soul in the body, not the body assigning sex to the soul.

There was no reason for talking to the EU the moment it turned itself political. That was when we should have immediately extrapolated ourselves. The present convolutions are entirely the fault of our own politicians who wilfully convoluted the otherwise simplicity.

Monday 5th August 2019
Morning world, one P Such Esq. reporting in, in a somewhat exasperated mood. Everything going wrong but perversely my instinctive bloody-mindedness comes to the fore and I feel roused to argue! The past week has been challengingly exciting, more anon but apparently my web site went down over my absence and while the server’s admin responded quickly to my alert they appear not have reloaded the latest version—or is it that he is more behind than he thought? Health erraticism has caused delays in many things but for the moment I am energised.
            It turns out I have been so preoccupied that in fact I have not updated since starting the month! Doubtless why only 4,000 have been checking on me instead of my usual 5,000+ a month.

I've no idea what Facebook is playing at if it is responsible but this "story" concept is rubbish. One has not read all the "page" before it runs into another "page" which does not seem related. I never read these posts now, immediately switching out the moment it breaks into a "continuity" concept. My "story" is a concept of my own to update the family history and my autobiography I am writing, which will be published in due time. The update consisting of notes of a daily journal/diary I have maintained erratically throughout my life.


Morning world! A frustrating start to the week with a lot of work to be done and I am confronted with a technical update that takes half an hour to accomplish. Used to coping with the need for flexible thinking (essential when running production in a printing factory) I am finding continual technical changes interfering with continuity of work when I know, age-wise, I am needing to slow up is, at the least, discouraging. Too much is changing across the board too regularly.

 

PREVIOUS MONTHS 
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.

PARLIAMENTARY WORK AHEAD

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.

 
 
WORKING NOTES