Thursday, 2 April 2020

As the saying goes, ‘What Goes Around, Comes Around.’

I’m referring to the current respiratory pandemic, Covid-19.
     I listen to my daughter and her partner, who’ve both had it and are now on the road to recovery. Like many others who report its effects on them, I recall being in a similar situation when we I was younger. It was before a counter remedy was available and it was simply called the Flu.
     Every year, each generation dreaded its onslaught. It usually arrived from Asia and it too was a killer. We were lucky, because as young adults we had strong constitutions. We needed to have them, because it would result in weeks off work, most of the time spent laying in bed coughing and sneezing. There was no option, it laid us low and we were incapable of much movement, suffering high fevers and discharging large volumes of mucous.
     Sometimes, we‘d feel well enough to go back to work because we had to, or our wages would be stopped, and we’d catch it again with the same or greater ferocity. This would cause our employers to get alarmed when more people were laid low. I once had to defend myself against the charge of shirking, providing proof by getting certificates from my doctor. Anyway, my poorly condition was obvious and my accuser left the room with his tail between his legs.
     Which brings me back to the reports I hear from the youngsters today about how bad they felt when they caught Covid-19. I know I’m wasting my time telling them what it was like when I was their age, but I state with conviction that it was far worse in its widespread impact. Bedrooms were really cold in those days, central heating is now the norm, unless you’re a pensioner and can’t afford to use an electric heater.
     When people were hungry, there were no foodbanks to give comfort to the needy. They looked thin too, not like those pitiable souls now, who uniformly look well-fed and possess large, flat-screen TVs, PC tablets and mobile phones with contracts to maintain.
     When Channel 4 made a documentary on the allegedly poverty-stricken younger generation of today, it is hard to empathise with them because of their dependence on others putting food on their tables when they have so much material wealth. Clearly, food comes well down their pecking order of priorities and the concept of poverty needs redefinition.
     To return to my original theme, I listen to the claims of how ill people are feeling when struck down by Covid-19 and think, “You’ve no idea of what it used to be like in the past. If you did, you’d stop moaning. It’s been mild for you, so far!”
     Then I take a step back in remorse. My gut feel is that it’s going to get far worse than what’s happened up till now, perhaps not in Northern Europe, but in places like India and the rest of Asia. You can almost guarantee that their populations will be severely reduced.

Wednesday, 1 April 2020

I don't need the money

I don't need the money and I really enjoy writing, so I'm giving away all my books on Smashwords for free. It means that owners of non-Kindle ebook readers can access them. This month, I'll do the same on Amazon. but for shorter periods.as per their rules for giveaways.
     Much to my pleasure, they're flying off the electronic shelves, which means that some of you are taking advantage of their leisure time while they can.
     My heart goes out to all of you in this pandemic and I dread the fate of those who live in populous countries like India. I've been there and the overcrowding is horrendous.

Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Life After Death

Given the present circumstances in which we live, it may be opportune to consider what possibly lies in store for us when we pass on.
    The following is presented in an optimistic vein.
     I have always thought that no categorical proof of life after death could possibly be justified factually. That was until I saw a TV program called 'The afterlife Investigations.’ It followed the séances of 4 British mediums, conducted under controlled conditions with sceptical scientists over a 5 year period.
     Live audiences participated in various countries, events in each were recorded and scientists used every conceivable ploy to prevent or prove fraud. At first, it looked corny, with silly voices being heard, then events grabbed my attention. It became riveting to watch, so persevere if you feel either morbidly inclined or view the afterlife with an open mind. If you believe the easy cop-out that when “your dead you’re done”, then nothing will convince you.
The official website can be viewed by entering the key words
     Scole experiment
At which site, the sub-heading
     Documentary Film
Can be viewed in its hour-plus entirety on YouTube.
     The Skeptoid podcast by Robert Dunning is selectively damning, but I would point out that the sections of it devoted to criticisms are devoid of mention of an aged Italian who claimed to receive voices over the ether. He used an ancient radio to communicate with the dead, even when all its valves had been removed, and was subject to rigorous testing.
     I have never known the official skeptoids to be anything other than scientifically myopic and scathing when it comes to the paranormal.
     I saw and heard what they did to undermine a young Russian girl’s self-confidence, when she later qualified, in spite of the character assassination, to enter a prodigious medical centre in Moscow. She has a track record of diagnosing the ailments of others in her region with great accuracy. The skeptics (sceptics in British English) even went to the lengths of blanking out her vision and hearing, to make it impossible for her to communicate with potential patients. It was moronic behaviour.
     The podcast even claimed that the experiments conducted by four and more mediums would be world-changing if true. Mmm, have multiple sightings of UFOs by airline pilots achieved that lofty goal, or religious beliefs been shattered? People believe what they want, which gives me solace, based on what I have witnessed at various times in both aspect of daily life.
     As a penultimate parting shot, the next time you hear someone facetiously singing ‘happy birthday to you’ whilst washing (not scrubbing) their hands, suggest they sing a couple of times,
     Ring a ring o’ roses
     A pocket full of posies
     Atishoo! Atishoo!
     We all fall down.
As associated with the Black Death. It’s far more appropriate.
     Finally, the latest news is that we can expect to be released in a couple of weeks, but then suffer a series of lockdowns interspersed with multiple resurgences of the virus. It is being compared with the similar 1918 flu, which killed 40 million people.

Wednesday, 11 March 2020

A lack of forethought

    A lack of forethought by some people is conspicuous, especially in a crisis. This became apparent during the spread of Covid-19, when some of the younger generation were interviewed in the vicinity of the Vatican in Rome. These were couples in their twenties and thirties, taking advantage of uncrowded spaces to enjoy the relative calm of their surroundings.
     Time and again, they stated how they felt relaxed about catching the disease, since their age group did not anticipate suffering serious consequences, only a mild ‘touch of the flu’.
     Had they paid attention to the expert warnings being issued, they might have seen informed opinion that, similar to SARS, it can last for life. Also, that it mutates and can recur in a deadlier version. SARS, or Serious Acute Respiratory Syndrome, can be spread by secretions from the mouth and in excrement (stools). It originated in China, so its provenance is the same.
     Their views might have been tempered with extreme caution had they been more diligent. Likewise, did they give any thought to the potential consequences on their own families and older generations back home? Strolling around in places where Covid-19 is spreading like wildfire is inconsiderate, reckless self-exposure.
     Remorse comes too late for such people and one can only wonder at their lack of common sense.
     A similar sentiment applies to self-professed experts in Covid-19, who allow potential carriers of the virus from Italy and other hotbeds into the country unchecked. They are free to mix with innocent locals not previously infected, and indeed have proven to be carriers of Covid-19.
     Those in authority seem to be unaware of the risks of open frontiers. How is it possible for them to be blind to the obvious risk?
      I am alarmed at the prospect that a future mutation may carry the risk of infertility. Who can say if this unleashed virus was not deliberately induced by an undemocratic, authoritarian Chinese government hell-bent on reducing its burgeoning population?
     Unlike Jeremy Hunt, who naively believes it happened by chance in Wuhan province, I have a less benign view on the source of the outbreak. The finger of blame points at the laboratory at the epicentre of the outbreak. It has been identified as the source of the outbreak. Was this truly an accident?
     If I am correct, watch for a significant worldwide population reduction. That or escalating climate change will ultimately get us.

Sunday, 1 March 2020

What a curious technological world we live in.


For the moment, I will ignore the pandemic spread of the coronavirus that gains momentum as it mutates into something akin to Anthrax.
     I also wish to ignore the self-induced climate change that look likely to turn low-lying areas of the UK into a series of islands for Kayakers.
     Burying my head in quicksand allows me to focus on mundane matters like using VPN technology on the internet. This seemingly enables someone like me to gain access to TV and films in other countries without my actual location be detected. I have in mind watching UK TV whilst living most of the time in Spain.
     The idea is this: VPN technology hides my true location by masking it via computer servers located in the country I wish to pretend to be my true address. The feedback I am getting, upon deep investigation, is that the likes of the BBC and Netflix are finding ways to detect such servers dedicated to the likes of me. Then, having found them, they are flagged as being VPN servers and their users are barred from accessing broadcast TV contents, which are supposed to be restricted to allocated Geographical locations. Local freelance agents will try and keep on top of such situations by switching to other (as yet) undetected VPN servers. In this way, they justify charging fees that earn them a decent living. I don’t need nor want that type of help. The giveaway for this dodge is the cheap annual costs levied by VPN providers. They tie you into their longer contracts knowing full well that VPN is hard to maintain.
     The reason I got to grips with all of this? I bought myself a Smart TV that is preprogrammed to receive Prime and Netflix, which now have subsidiaries based in Spain. The problem is that the locals here are indigenous Spaniards, who expect their main language to be Spanish! The residual problem is that, having dubbed the original English version of a show or film into what they want, the dedicated Amazon Prime team randomly discards originals without a care in the world. If my experience is anything to go by, the UK version of Amazon Prime has a far broader choice of English shows and films.
     How did I find this out? In my initial naivety, I bought an Amazon Firestick 4K from Amazon Spain that shows programs in ultra-high definition. I intended to return it, in a short period, after I found it was unnecessary, since it duplicated the same features as my Samsung Smart TV, which is preset for Spanish versions of Prime, Netflix etc. What I found out next changed my mind.
     Inadvertently. Using the Firestick, I chose Amazon Prime for my first trial period and selected English as my preferred language. Guess what happened? It automatically selected Amazon UK as my Prime supplier, since that is where I my main account is held. Prime UK is my chosen country and monthly subscriptions are now taken from my UK bank account! It was a glitch that Amazon Spain referred to Amazon USA for a policy decision to be made. The upshot was that, whilst I was informed that Spain is my geo-location, Amazon UK is happy to keep me on its books, since that is where my account is held so, without quibble, I became the beneficiary of Prime UK.
     Whilst I do not have reliable access via VPN to BBC IPlayer, there is a whole range of free UK programs including BBC channels that are still available to me. This means that I can discard my Sky box, if I wish and buy a Humax box to record anything freely shown at inhospitable hours, like after 11pm for me and my better half.
     I’ve decided to dispense with VPN and enjoy using the Firestick, without accessing Catch-up TV. In the process I am saving the 40GBP I was paying each month to Sky UK. I could also join Sky Spain (Sky.es) for a small monthly fee and see a range of USA channels that provide Sky UK with its fair share of source channels, as and when inclined.
     Longer-term, my gut feel is that the world as we know it is changing for the worse anyway. Stock up with survival rations and expect to call on Dignitas remotely before starvation sets in. No one in their right mind will want to travel on airborne cattle trucks as the virus spreads. I predict that collapse in the stock markets will escalate, as airlines find their traffic rapidly diminishing and people choose isolation in preference to socialising or using holiday homes. I pity the kids today far more than my generation, which is doomed anyway to a shortage of breath.

Monday, 24 February 2020

Welcome to the 5-Star Hotel Hospital Vinalopo

Welcome to the 5 Star Hotel Hospital Vinalopo! Cometh the age, cometh the man. I was carted off to this delightful hostelry by my lady doctor(a), using as an excuse my urinary infection, which was giving me exquisite pain. What she really wanted was to get me treated for an age-long micro-bacterial infection that could not be treated alongside my intake of Sintrom. The latter kept being treated as a priority whilst I suffered from a constant flow of saliva in my throat over the years.
     I got into this luxury hotel via the backdoor, literally. I was plonked in the annexe and given the undivided attention, along with 8 other fortunates sharing the same ward, whilst my needs were cared for by the most divine bevy of nubile nurses I've ever clapped eyes on. Urgencia it was called.
     After three days and two nights of eating the most tasteful looking food (which was devoid of salt until my wife smuggled in a small supply), I committed the sin of standing up at the heart monitor, which I'd turned off, to see my face better as I shaved, exposing my buttocks to a group of older women, much to their merriment. How was I know it was visiting time? I'd had a pee too into a cardboard bottle, without turning around, thinking my curtain was closed, unaware of the nurse who'd opened it.
     Finally, I was discharged by another doctora who wished to remain anonymous (no identity badge on her breast pocket) and driven home by my yerno (look it up, lazybones!)
     Thereafter, I was visited daily by a male nurse for a period lasting 12 days, to be give an intravenous drip of a strong antibiotic to kill the fungus in my throat, plus a big pill of similar antibiotic, taken each morning and night. I'll be told soon, after giving yet more blood, if this hellish treatment has succeeded. They don't do things by half, these modern Spanish inquisitors!
      The event which sticks most in my memory is the husky goodbye given to me by an older Spanish lady as I passed her bed, fully dressed. I wonder now if she too had seen me passing in my green, bare-backed flimsy gown on the way to the loo and shower room.
     Boy oh boy, you wouldn't believe the clever antics used in this annexe to the main 5-Star hotel hospital, in order for the nursing staff to maintain their vigilance all through the night. I enjoyed hearing them sing along to a song from Grease, in good English.


Saturday, 8 February 2020

HS2 A costly Dead Duck?

Previously, I suggested an alternative to the vastly expensive HS2 Rail Project, which in many senses is not the long-term answer to Britain’s travel needs. I tried to approach Chris Grayling without a nod of acknowledgement. Let’s see if his successor, Grant Shapps, is more positive and responsive.
     To be explicit, I see rail travel as potentially obsolete in the near future. I suspect that the mandarins at Whitehall think otherwise, as might our gung-ho jovial PM Boris Johnson. He’s a bit of a peacock when it comes to vanity defining projects.
     What I foresee is the redundant Honda factory at Swindon being taken over for the production of self-drive cars, perhaps by Ford and Nissan, to produce sufficient of these vehicles to run on smooth, electricity-feeding lanes for stage 1 of the HS2 development project, now in full swing.
     Ditch the proposed HS2 infrastructure with its gantries, tracks and rail stations. Instead, go for an endless stream of cars between destinations. Schedules wouldn’t be needed, neither would be parking space, as and when door-to-door travel is instituted asap.
     I emphasise that the technology is already in place. Read the articles about Nissan’s use of a self-drive Leaf to travel over 230 miles of public roads to show its capabilities.
     See for example
     The question I ask is this: is our present government being run by Dumbos or by visionaries?
Those involved in macro planning for our future transport have read about this, as the article states. It is spread all over the news outlets. If anyone at a senior level is prepared to act as if it doesn’t exist as an alternative, then the entire entourage is truly living in gaga land.
     Isambard Kingdom Brunel wouldn’t have had a cat-in-hells chance if this lot were around. If that is what you want, PM, go ahead and waste ratepayers’ money on what is going to be a bottomless pit.
     Already, you have angered your older voters by fecklessly allowing BBC licence fees to be charged to pensioners, after its bosses have lashed out a lotta lolly on top management. Keep on doing stunts like this by backtracking, you’ll soon be no more trusted than your lame duck adversary.

For those whose interest is immediate, the article is also reproduced below.

Nissan Leaf completes longest driverless car trip after 230 mile journey on electric power

NISSAN'S fully-electric LEAF has completed the longest driverless car journey after travelling 230 miles from Bedfordshire to the company's UK headquarters in Sunderland.

The electric car needed to be topped up with extra charge a total of four times during the journey but only received human interaction when pulling into a bay to charge. The automated journey is the UK’s longest by a single car with Nissan claiming the technology handled complicated motorways, junctions, roundabouts and country lanes all without any human aid.
     Nissan’s car was also able to change lane and stop and start the vehicle where necessary to complete its mammoth journey. 
The £13.5million project was funded by the UK government and nine other partners including Highways England and the University of Leeds.
     The test aimed to identify the possibility of human-like driving experiences through automated road technology. 
Two engineers were on board the car at all times to monitor the vehicle’s reaction to the road. Bob Bateman, Protect manager for Nissan technical Centre said: “The HumanDrive project allowed us to develop an autonomous vehicle that can tackle challenges encountered on UK roads that are unique to this part of the world, such as complex roundabouts and high-speed country lanes with no road markings, white lines or kerbs.”
     The second part of the project looked at how AI technology could develop the user experience. 
     A series of cars were run on private tracks to build up data on real driving experiences. 
The cars were kitted out with GPS, radar and special cameras to build a perception of the world and common dangers often faced by vehicles. 
     It is believed connected cars will be able to use this experience to handle similar situations and come up with a safe route around potential hazards while on the road.  
     The technology could see a range of cars all talking to each other in a bid to boost the safety and security of every automated vehicle. 
     Business Minister, Nadhim Zahawi said: “Safely completing the longest autonomous drive in Britain is an incredible achievement for Nissan and the HumanDrive consortium, and a huge step towards the rollout of driverless cars on UK streets.
“This project is a shining example of how the automotive industry, working with government, can drive forward technology to benefit people’s mobility - while helping to slash carbon emissions.”

Thursday, 30 January 2020

Has the cull commenced?


Has the cull commenced?
I hope not, but I can see echoes of 1918, when people were keeling over in the streets with a virulent strain of the flu, until 40 million deaths were recorded.
     I have my suspicions, after it was realised that a Dangerous Diseases Research Lab was claimed to be at the epicentre of the Coronavirus outbreak in Wuhan, China. The lengths to which the Chinese authorities are prepared to go suggest it is being taken seriously.
     It could be a dissident employee, from Vietnam for example, feeling vengeful at the major Chinese dam built upriver from the Mekong Delta, causing long stretches of its feeder tributaries to become dried up. Or, it could be state sponsored, to reduce the impossibly huge population level causing climate change that is escalating. I don’t believe we have to wait until 2050 to feel the impact.
     It is escalating faster than we can combat it!
If it reaches another over-populated country, like India and its neighbouring Pakistan and Bangladesh, then my worst suspicions will be realised.
     Then, we could be talking about billions at risk with a mutating pneumonia virus like the plague doing its worst.
Don’t think that Britain and other developed countries will be immune. Our flights interconnect regularly with these Commonwealth sources. Has the cull commenced? In my view, probably.

Monday, 27 January 2020

Ken Clarke airs his views once more


This why I oppose him:
The way the EU officials in Brussels act and their public comments are indefensible. Those who support them look at the block through rose-tinted spectacles. It is demonstrably a badly run behemoth. It is and always likely to be a dinner club that pays itself handsomely for mediocre performance. Ken Clarke, like Heseltine, would find great difficulty in justifying their united stance in front of unbiased voters, but are unbending in their subjective belief that the EU is the bees-knees in economic leadership. They would shrug their shoulders and argue the toss in any challenge to their brand of unrealism. Their egos are far larger than their potential to think rationally has ever been.

Tuesday, 17 December 2019

The mouse that squeaked

As regards Nicola Sturgeon's insistence on a second referendum for Scotland being held, irrespective of the fact that admission to the EU would be most unwise. It is oft said that a boy grows into manhood in the blink of an eye, but a girl has to be kissed into womanhood. I don't know how anyone could meet this lady's desires in any shape or form.

Wednesday, 4 December 2019

How To Deal With Unrelenting Interrogators


By that I mean with the likes of Andrew Neil, whose methodology is plain to see.

     He does his research meticulously, in order to focus on any potential weaknesses in those he is interrogating … sorry, I mean interviewing.
     Largely, having challenged the squirming victim sitting opposite, he pokes and prods to find a topic that he can use to upset their initial composure. If they are light on specifics, he will inevitably end up demanding a ‘yes or no’ answer to each loaded question that he spits out.
    This does not work well with those who think on their bums and can challenge him on equal terms, even though he has accumulated expert crib notes at his disposal and can change tack in an instant. Rees Mogg is a classic proponent of combatting this strategy of instant recall of facts and figures, and it will be instructive to see how well Nigel Farage handles the endless whining, repetition of a demand, when Andrew Neil thinks he has his victim verbally impaled.
     Personally, I find Neil to be a boring toad who needs to be combated. His odious style of interviewing is repetitively harrowing and disagreeable. It is also idiosyncratic and his counterpart, Andrew Marr failed dismally to emulate it.
    How could Boris Johnson hope to combat this bewigged droner called Andrew Neil? Quite easily in fact. To start with, he should point out in advance to this throwback to the Spanish Inquisition that he, Boris, is a man who delegates responsibilities to his subordinate ministers, who are the key players in his government. They are all operating at the macro level of economics, and are expected to rule above the operational level, not to be involved with micro economics. This is why he, Boris, has a proven track record in management and feels entitled to ask if Andrew himself understand the concepts of this style of operation at government level? It is ‘Management by Objectives’ in practise.
    Thereafter, every time that a googly is thrown at him by his potential nemesis, he can riposte by saying, “In a matter of minutes, nay, seconds, the accurate answering of questions of detail can be elucidated, in the proper setting of a strategic meeting to decide key objectives, in consultation with my elected deputies of whom you, Neil, are not one.” This can be followed with an invitation to the arch-demon to, “Allow me, the PM, the chance to consult with the relevant minister and his or her team of deputies to respond with definitive answers, subject to confidentiality. Are you game for me to do this, which is the correct way to deal with matters of state?” He could then flourish his mobile phone under the full glare of TV cameras.
    No doubt, Neil will object to this modus operandi and protest, to which a typical response from Boris would condescendingly be, “My dear chap, as the current PM with knowledgeable experts operating at the macroeconomic level at the topmost level of the management of the UK, why on earth would you expect any one individual to carry around, in their head and recall, upon demand, facts that are not of immediate concern? It is claimed that Einstein could not even remember his own phone number! No. management by objectives, in an appropriate setting, is what MY government is all about. This is how I work and am where I am, and you are seated where you are, trying to unravel my train of thought as if I were a one man show, like you operate! What is wrong with you? This is not a presidential election, nor should it be turned into one!”
     Do I need to elaborate on where the reins of power, in the studio, now lay?

Tuesday, 26 November 2019

Reported Aerial Activity Over Area 51

For those who don’t about Area 51, it is the officially recognised development establishment for top secret aircraft being built by the USA military.
     Only in recent years has its existence been acknowledged and it is well protected from prying eyes. Get too close and its border guards will swoop on you like menacing hawks. Pilots of commercial aircraft are routinely threatened with being grounded if they lodge reports of encounters with Unidentifiable Flying Objects. This certainly applies to US pilots, especially if in the military.
     Having said that, one pilot has, since retirement, gone public with his claim of what happened on a commercial flight from Saint Louis to San Francisco, when he was co-pilot in the cockpit. This is his story.
     Michael Dinan states that at about 1 to 1:30 am in the morning, the craft was about 40 miles east of Area 51 when Air Traffic Control came on the line and ordered them to make a 90-degree right turn, which they performed. A further 40 miles on, Air Traffic Control again ordered them to make a 90-degree left turn, apparently to divert them from Area 51.
     He looked in that direction and saw what looked like a hologram of a runway open up on the ground. In his own terminology, “Above the runway, it looked as if someone had dumped a glassful of brightly-lit fireflies dancing around in the sky.”
     The crew watched as, “One by one, they took it in turns to make sharp, zigzag turns to land on the runway and disappear from sight. No human could have withstood the whiplash caused by these maneuvers at such high-speed. They were clearly under intelligent control.” This was a multiple sighting that no one reported, for the sake of keeping their jobs.
     Couple this with the fact that, in June 2019, President Trump was briefed this year on navy pilots having seen UFOs performing hypersonic maneuvers that they couldn’t match.
     I for one, having heard what the commercial pilot had reported on The Unexplained Files TV program, have no reason to doubt the authenticity of this 1988 sighting. I take consolation from the possibility that the USA has developed this technology.
     It stacks up well with my persistent research into UFOs and alien encounters, dating back to the early 1940s. I use genuine material in my Sci-Fi books to give them credibility. What a pity that little attention is paid to this exotic genre in book form, until lady luck intervenes or one has good connections.
     There again, I have a daughter whose reading of anything fictional is so remiss that she does not understand that allowing a precocious 12-year old girl, who she knows well, to devote her, unmonitored reading to Stephen King. This could be a tragedy in the making, which the young generation does not always have the acquired wisdom to avoid. Neither do those who should know better, in spite of any of our best endeavours.
     UK spelling applies.

Thursday, 14 November 2019

The flight of the Bumblebee


A posting on Facebook:
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.” ― Ashley Smith


To which I responded:
Yestereve, I watched a travel programme on Guatemala. It was full of women with tribes of small children, all starving after clearing the forests to grow crops and, in the process, contributing to climate change. The men had left to seek work elsewhere and thus feed their families, I guess.
     The only way the world can break this seemingly endless cycle of self-inflicted misery is to sterilize the teeming masses who breed. Yet, I see a never-ending stream of adverts for money to help these poor sufferers, donkeys, snow leopards and the like. Is that the right way to deal with the end of the World as we have known it? How can we live life to the full and inflate our bellies knowing what is going on in that country and others like nearby Brasil?
     I believe in reincarnation, some definitive examples of which involve moving between countries like the USA and India. I can easily anticipate where some of us will end up, hopefully, you rather than me unless you start getting some philosophy and sense of relative proportion in your soul and body!

Wednesday, 6 November 2019

A Professional Review of Future World Rolls!

REVIEW I Love Unique Books
The story centers around two specially gifted cops named Charles and Stan. The duo were not only specially gifted; a personality trait that helps them to stay ahead of the pack in their profession but they were equally smart and cocky.
     A combination of physical attractiveness, natural intelligence and alpha male personality all made them irresistible to members of the opposite sex, and the two agents took advantage of it.
     Their philandering nature knew no bounds as they kept having more than their fair share of women, and to make matters worse, the marital status of the ladies that warmed their bed were of no consequence to them. However, Lucile was crushing on Stan but his cockiness kept unnerving her.
     The book is about the two FBI agents adventures and has loads of romance, love and tidbits of poems as an all-expense paid holiday trip turned into an endless stream of fun and excitement. It also touched on issues that take place behind the scene in the lives of agents as well as a futuristic dateline with all the advancements in technology and space travel.

     Future World Rolls has enough thrills to keep the reader turning the pages to the very last!


Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Now The Healing Can Begin!


Finally, the UK’s zombie parliament can be dissolved and nationwide division and bitterness dispelled –hopefully.
     The TV series “Why We Hate” has put matters into perspective. It is directed by Steven Spielberg and therefore has credibility.
     Leaders in the disciplines of Human Studies have concluded that even sports events like football are highly vulnerable to the rise of hatred. Its underlying cause is tribalism, as demonstrated by studies of our primate cousins. This also occurs where nations compete as opposing tribes and fighting breaks out. I get the message.
     The conclusion to be drawn, at a wary distance, is that aggression can best be dealt with by getting the warring factions to cooperate at a personal level.
     That is the difficulty, for instance, in getting Palestinians to meet with Israelites and cooperate amicably at personal levels. No problem is intractable as long as the means are found.
    A pipe dream? Not for the British citizens it isn’t. I suspect that Boris Johnson can achieve it, with his spirit of bravado and cheeky grin.
     Underneath his clownish, previous posturing and womanizing, there are not the makings of a ‘Tinpot dictator’, but a leader who many have started to hate.
     For the sake of us all, to those whose natural disposition is to be a Remainer or a Brexiteer, step back from the abyss of tribalism, see this negativity for what it is, and give him a decent chance to prove his mettle.
     A simple concept can end hatred. It is called willing COMPROMISE.