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Once a Head waiter to a Duke, then a Window Cleaner, Dumper truck driver, Market Trader, Chef, Salesman, Company Director and finally retired for parts of the year to Greece from the age of 52.
The above tells the tale quite lucidly, a Jack of all trades by nature, but without a doubt the master of none. But hey, who is these days?
So now I write, paint, create music animations on youtube and sculpt faces from small local rocks, I tend a big garden, make wine from my own vines, grow vegetables and generally catch up on all of those little pleasantries of life that a lack of time denied me when I was younger.
I hold a regular article slot in a local newspaper, and write about whatever catches my interest at any particular time.
To date I have three published fiction novels and two non fiction histories, one on the island of Crete, the second studying the reign of King Henry VIII. More writing is in the pipeline at various stages of completion which would have sent my old English Literature teacher bald as she advocated working to a rigid format and plan, alas my mind and efforts go to whatever takes my fancy and at a time to fit in with the rest of my busy existence
I also enter writing competitions, one of which I spy on this very website and I will be duly putting my mind to creating something in due course.
Is Covid-19 A Retribution From On High? For believers in a ‘Higher Power' of whatever hue, there must be times when one wonders if that heavenly body ever loses patience with what goes on below. Just imagine that said entity, after creating a magical gift like the planet Earth, balking at the mere sight of the inflicted destruction created by the modern-day human rulers. So picture if you will, the Earth designed to be the epitome of perfection, with deep blue oceans, filled with cleansing marine life, corals and fauna. The lush green pastures and forests, a veritable playground for animals of every kind to frolic and multiply in. And a sky, lovingly painted in an infinite pastille of blue. The Sun, positioned to cascade the world with daytime light. Its health giving rays a source of energy, vitamins and radiation to promotion the essential growth to Earths plant life. Then to offer a twist of gaiety, brightly coloured birds added to soar free upon the thermals singing and chirping their own sweet song. Insects of all shapes and sizes, also taking their pleasure by cleaning and preening the land, whilst employed by ‘Mother Nature' as her little postmen of pollen to fertilize the eagerly awaiting flowers. Finally, to the world came man and woman in human form. By purpose they were first made humble, introduced as merely another species on this vast orb of paradise. But human's had not been created as equals, far from it. They were enhanced in their powers, by featuring highly dexterous hands and a powerful brain, capable of ever wider thought and development. The human, by design, was destined to evolve, blossom, and ultimately achieve mastery over the planet. Indeed blossom they did over countless centuries. Through trial and error and with the use of ingenuity, human's conquered the arts of cultivation, husbandry and propagation. This set them apart from other species, now they could not only create food, but store it for when needed. Thus humans could concentrate their powerful minds on an ever wider scale. Yet over time the human thrust for world improvement began to lose its way. Progress became twisted into the pursuit of false gods called money and power. The simple basics of life as initially created for beauty, necessity or utility, were becoming abused in the pursuit of profit. The true purpose of evolution becoming corrupted by neglect, or as mere collateral damage of mans short term objectives. So by now, the believers in the ‘Heavenly Body', should not be criticized for wondering if some of the worlds disasters of nature, weren't in some form an early warning of displeasure as cast down from on high? The words: “Don't push your luck too far humans!” Coming to mind. But such actions in the past were predominantly a regional issue, whereas now the life threatening pollution and abuse circumvents the world. Those original blue oceans are now awash with detritus. The lush green pastures and forests, plundered for minerals, or stripped bare to return ever greater profits for ‘The Man'. Originally human leaders were men of vision who nurtured the land whilst thanking it for its blessings. Such men of wisdom have now sadly gone, and in their place sit closed minded men of money, thirsty for power and addicted to wealth. Some notably worthless caretakers, through lack of intellect, or simply devoid of interest, actually lay sermons to the beauty of power and wealth. With heads held high and puffed out chests, they espouse how the ultimate value of the world is calculated in the monetary depiction of a long line of zero's on a computer screen. So with all things considered, who would blame the ‘Higher Power' looking down on such worthless views to take some action? How can such men of power, deaf, dumb and blind to reason, be made to see that they are dragging the world down the wrong path? Subtle warnings of the past have come and gone without effect, Mother Nature has displayed her power in many forms of recent years, but no change of direction appears forthcoming. Has the time eventually come when a ‘Final Warning' from on high is due? I for one can almost hear the words from the heavens… “Send in the Covid-19!” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZypKfRKGRLk
The Bethlem hospital for the mentally insane has existed since the year 1244. Originally an alms house for Holy Land Crusaders, it became a dumping ground for the incurably insane. The bestial care became public entertainment in the Victorian era, conditions so horrendous that it earned the nickname of ‘Bedlam'. Available in paperback on on Kindle.
Penny Snippet Edition 1 - The Dowager... Dowager Lydia Von Ozil, in financial decline since the death of her husband had a room to rent out in her prestigious Kensington home. The Dowager was nobody's dream of a landlady, but little did she know what she was opening her doors to.
Ebenezers Christmas.. Looking back on my files from a number of years ago I was reminded of a Christmas poem competition that I entered. As is my practice I came about the theme from an obtuse angle, the result being based upon a Christmas as enjoyed, or not so, by Ebenezer Scrooge. Needless to say I didn't win. However so many friends and colleagues that read the work enjoyed it so much that I decided to publish it on Youtube as an animated video. Given the impending festive times, feel free to give this a watch if you feel in need of an antidote to merriment. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQSVfuqTUno
All of this Brexit malarkey brings back to mind a book I wrote in 2004 about the European Union going rogue, making the UK a vassal state then closing it down... Sound familiar? Tony Blair and Mandelson were our PM and 'Prince of Darkness' back then. My book 'Looking Forward to the Past' has just been republished, watch the video if you will to get a flavour.