I wanted to share this photograph.

It’s my little granddaughter Isla Mai.

She’s 1 today. Love her so much

“Now is the winter of our discontent “. That Shakespeare chap.

It doesn’t really matter anymore about what influenced and contributed to the facts surrounding why the majority of the people of Great Britain voted to leave the EU. The point was that it was a democratic vote. (Ha) Leave won. (Haha) remain was kicked in their ill prepared, unprotected testicles. (Hehehe)

However, here are the factors as I see them, and remember, I’m not politically minded, but I have a voice (I think)

Leave voted leave to end the overpowering, totalitarian influence the EU has over the laws passed in this fractured United Kingdom. Let’s face it, who on gods green earth would even dream up a zero hour contract for people who want to actually earn money to live a half decent life. It’s a brilliant and callous way for the government to fiddle the unemployment figures!!

Point of fact. My eldest son is on one of those forged in the bowels of hell ‘Zero hour’ contracts. One week he may work 4 hours, leaving him destitute. The next week he may work 16 hours, the following week 10 hours! I’m pretty sure he is only one of tens of thousands who are being butt fucked by the government, but it’s a perfect and outrageously legal way of fiddling the unemployment figures! It’s an ‘I’m alright Jack’ scenario that infests this country (Nice one EU) It’s as if the government have a constant case of explosive diarrhoea, and the people on zero hour contracts are their very cheap but effective toilet paper!!

Leave voted to end the overwhelming amount of immigrants entering the U.K. which not least, has and is contributing to the NHS creaking and dying under the relentless pressure to provide a faster, better response to the growing number of people who are in dire need of vital treatment and emergency assistance. The waiting times for people in need of doctors and hospital appointments has gone through the roof.

Leavers voted leave because they see a free market and free trade as an independent way forward to boost the country economically. But even more than that, leave voters regard handing over around about 8 billion a year (Estimate) as a criminal misuse of the tax payers money! No wonder we have ex-service men living and sleeping on the streets all over the U.K., especially evident in the ‘Financial heart’ of London. Disgusting, ridiculous and shameful!!

The majority voted leave as a way of protesting against the elitist, corrupt establishment who time and time again ignore the will of the people, the very same people whose taxes keep them in their ‘I’m alright Jack’ bubble. It’s ironic that the same people who were voted into their constituencies, who were given the job of becoming the people’s voice in parliament, blatantly ignore the people’s voice! The shameless disregard of a democratic vote to leave is ironically the perfect example that democracy does not actually exist in the U.K. Unless of course, democracy directly benefits the elitist establishment.

Of course, it’s difficult to blame the elitist for wanting to remain in the European Union, after all, who wants to move away from a system that makes you richer. The mega rich footballer doesn’t play for a team who pays them less money to play for them, he plays for the highest bidder, at times at the expense of his own integrity. However, it only makes the rich more powerful, and in direct contrast, the poor without a voice and therefore, inconsequential.

The bottom line is this. The leave vote won, the people’s voice won. But the fact that the U.K. has not and probably will not leave the EU is absolute proof that democracy is dead, but then again , it never really lived in this country! Did it?

Liberty, Fraternity, equality. Load of bollocks. Bring out the guillotine!

So, this is the story behind my mum’s maiden name, which was Wedgwood. She often used to rant (Through the heat of the moment, I think!) that she wished she had never married (Dad wasn’t the best!) nd remained a Wedgwood! Anyway, It wasn’t until I was a teenager that I found out she was a distant member of the famous Wedgwood pottery family. (At the time, I knew nothing about this famous pottery family) Apparently, her eldest sister had looked into the family history after her father had mentioned it to her whilst he was in one of his drunken stupors.

Somewhere down the line, so my mum told me, one of the male Wedgwood’s married one of the maids in the house. So, because of that, he was written out of the family fortune because he had married ‘Beneath’ him. (Those posh folk eh, bloody silly if you ask me!)

My mum owned two Wedgwood candle sticks, which she obviously wasn’t bothered about because unbelievably, she allowed me to use them as pretend guns and as makeshift goalposts for my homemade Subbuteo game! I remember accidentally breaking one of them, but I have no idea where the other one went! (Sorry mum and antique collectors, shame on me)

So, as luck (Or not) would have it, we were distantly related to renowned Labour MP, Anthony Wedgwood Benn until his death in 2014. Benn was born in 1925, a year before my mum was born. Mum passed away in 2006, but the facial resemblance and their physical stature were uncanny.

Sometime during the early to mid 80s, he came to the town I live in to deliver a speech in the run-up to a general election. (At least I think it was a general election) My mum went to the hall, dressed in her Sunday best to where he was ‘giving it some’ to the baying Labourettes, and had a photograph taken with him. When I saw the photograph, it was as if brother and sister had come together in one of those long lost family reunion shows on tv.

Unfortunately, I have no idea what happened to my mums photographs when she passed away. (My brother or sister may have them but we’re not in touch)

But here is a photograph of my mum followed by Mr Benn (No pun intended)





Although this isn’t the best photograph of my mum, I think it illustrates a definite resemblance.

The photograph of them together was really nice, he had his arm around mums shoulder and their smile was almost identical!

For years after I would affectionately call her ‘Wedgy’ just to get her gander up because he ‘Tony’ was often referred to by the same name.

Come to think of it, mum had a very similar view on politics as Mr Benn, very much an old socialist who never missed a chance to voice her opinions on the “They all piss in the same pot” brigade.

This memory came back to me today because she would always sit in front of the television on Remembrance Sunday and cry when they played the last post.

I like to think that if there is some sort of afterlife, then mum’s sat with Tony, chatting with him about his policies and teasing him with “Where’s my share of the family fortune”?

My mums father (Grandad) fought in the First World War, So for Grandad, and all those who lost their life. We will remember them.

When I was about 11ish, there was a group of us, myself, my brother and my mates, all living within a 2 minute walk of each other. All shapes and sizes, with about a 6 year difference between us all. (My brother had just left school, I was the youngest) Thinking back, we were a pretty close knit bunch of wannabe footballers and adventure seekers. After school, we would gather on the corner of the street, about 8 of 9 of us, pick teams and play football until the sun went down over the rooftops of the terraced houses. Everyone’s parents would call us in for tea about 5pm. We’d scarper, eat as quickly as possible without choking and reconvene on the corner of our makeshift football pitch to carry on the game.

We didn’t have goalposts so we improvised. A large gable end of a house at the end of the terrace became our goal. We would get some chalk and draw white posts and a crossbar on the brick, as close to ‘Proper’ size as possible! The neighbor who lived there at the time must have really appreciated us!!! Not only were we blasting the ball against his living-room wall every evening, and making a god awful noise, we were systematically defacing his property every day!!! I remember going into the living-room once because my mum asked me to knock on their door and ask for a little bit of sugar! He answered the door like Medusa and told me to stand in the room whilst the football hit his wall. It made a hell of a sound, like a balloon popping but the sound was muffled and echoed!! (It didn’t stop us playing football!)

The UFO fascination came about one evening whilst we were playing football. It was pretty late in the evening, the stars were just starting to become visible and we were coming to the end of a penalty shootout! Myself and Tony, my bestest, best childhood buddy were sat on the pavement, waiting for the victor to emerge. Whilst I was concentrating on the football, he nudged me and told me to look up at the sky. I looked up and watched a distant white light acting weirdly. Me and Tony watched it changing directions, seemingly turn on and off, change colour then completely disappear. (No joke)

We tried our best to get the attention of the others but they were deep into scoring the winning penalty at Wembley.

Myself and Tony were hooked. From that moment on we agreed to keep a lookout for UFOs every night after football.

We chose my back garden as the darkest, quietest place to scan the skies. We had flat, grassy parts we could lay down on and it allowed for a panoramic view of the night sky. My mum didn’t seem to mind us laying on the garden looking up at the sky, probably because she actually knew where I was!

Over the course of the summer, we saw some lights that our overactive imagination wouldn’t allow us to make sense of. Actually, one night, when we were laid there, facing the night sky, we saw 4 red and green lights, travelling very slowly, all in line, spaced pretty evenly apart. What made it more interesting was our neighbour who lived in the house on the opposite corner of the ‘football house’! He was on his back garden putting something away in his shed when he called to his wife to come into the garden. I few seconds later we heard him say “Look at that” pointing up to the sky. Tony and I raised ourselves up onto an elbow, looked across the garden and realised they were looking at the same lights in the sky that we were watching. We laid back down and watched as the lights disappeared, then we heard the neighbours back door click, indicating they had gone indoors.

That was a fascinating and memorable night, and kept the conversation of UFOs the topic of conversation between me and Tony for weeks after.

Thinking back, what we saw were probably just military planes on some sort of training exercise, but at the time, we were convinced, probably because two adults had seen the same thing, that we had definitely seen alien craft from a distant galaxy!

Its just a nice memory but knows what else exists in the millions of galaxies that we know nothing about! Makes the mind boggle!

I’ve had a couple of days off work (Annual Leave) so I spent 3 hours of that time watching a documentary about the Pyramids and ancient Egyptians. Fascinating culture.

The most interesting thing for me concerned Tutankhamen, and how historians have fashioned a theory around carefully deciphered facts, that he was a very spiritual individual, a king that led by peaceful example, which was reflected in the people he ruled over, who apparently, were so spiritually enlightened that the kingdom was a virtual ‘Shangri-la’.

It’s interesting that his alleged father, King Akhenaten, who founded the city of Amarna, where Tutankhamen eventually ruled, was a very spiritual person, who valued freedom of expression and creativity over material growth and wealth. (It’s a shame our world leaders don’t follow the same principles) Akhenaten’s methods of ruling meant monetary wealth was unimportant, only personal growth, happiness and enlightenment were valued. (Therefore, his methods of ruling were frowned upon by some because it didn’t make the rich more wealthy. (Where have we seen that before?!)

Anyway, enough of the history lesson, what I found intriguing was this. The citizens of this shangri-la had the alleged ability to access and activate the sixth sense, the subconscious, or a place of absolute tranquility (Or whatever you want to call it)

Apparently, they were able to do this through the use of ingredients extracted from the Blue Lotus. This ‘Lilly’ held properties that stimulated the Pineal Gland, which was thought to be a sort of gateway to the path of ‘Seeing’ an alternative dimension or existence. Developing access to the Pineal was also a way of utilising the periphery of senses!! that allowed them the use of 360 senses. (And I thought the 6th sense was unattainable)

So, out of interest, I did a little research about the Blue Lotus to discover what the Egyptians extracted from it. (Please don’t read into this. I do not believe I have the ability to replicate what the Egyptians did in an attempt to transport myself to a happy-go-lucky dimension where McDonald’s are good for you and free)

However, I did discover that the extraction of vitamins K1 and K2 from the Lilly were mostly responsible for reactivating the Pineal Gland. They did this by stripping away the build-up of calcium that encased the Gland, which occurs because of a lack of use. This calcium shell prevented the utilisation of the gland.

Also, because of these vitamin’s combined ability to dissolve calcium, vitamin D3 along with a calcium product was also administered (Not sure how) to counteract the affects of the breakdown of essential calcium in the bone.

I discovered that the use of these vitamins along with a calcium supplement can not only help in the prevention of osteoporosis but it can also help to reverse the process and regenerate diseased bone.

I know it sounds crazy, but a little light came on regarding my wife. She has the early symptoms of osteoporosis, diagnosed by doctors at the hospital a few years ago. Despite painkillers and occasional injections into the spine, she is becoming slowly worse. So I’ve considered this ancient form of supplementation and ordered some today.

I hope I haven’t made a catastrophic mistake, because at the moment, she appears to know everything 😂 I’ve given up consulting Google, I just ask the wife !! 😂 Imagine what my life would be like if she developed 360 senses!!

Seriously, anything is worth a try and you never know, I might even get the opportunity to speak with someone who is on the same level of intellect as Tutankhamen!!

This happened to me when I was a boy, I think I was about 10 or 11. Before I begin, I want to make it clear that I don’t have any religious beliefs but I’ve always been open minded to other people’s beliefs but I do believe in the benefits of positive energy. Even though I’m known for being lighthearted, not taking life to seriously and a bit of a joker, I genuinely listen to people who have beliefs and actually love listening and talking about what people believe in. So, now I’ve hopefully made that clear, now for my strange experience as a boy which has never left me.

At home with my parents, we moved from a 4 storey house into a 3 bedroom house when I was five. During the early years,all five of us shared the largest bedroom because of a lack of beds and that the largest bedroom had a big, open fireplace. I remember how the flames cast a shadow across the bedroom walls, which I found very comforting.

After a few years, I eventually shared a bed with my brother in the smallest bedroom, my sister had a larger bedroom and my parents had the biggest one.

As a boy I tossed and turned in my sleep, often waking up to discover my legs were wrapped uncomfortably in the blanket, which forced me to sit up, unwrap my legs and throw some of the blanket over my brother. One night in particular, I woke up in the middle of the night to the familiar feeling of my legs tightly bound by the blanket. I did the usual and sat up in bed and was met by the sight of what I can only describe as an apparition.

It was a man, dressed in a three piece suit. I could plainly see a watch hanging from a chain in his waistcoat pocket. There was also a black bag resting on the bottom of my bed and he was looking directly at me over spectacles that sat on the end of his nose. Even though I could see him plainly, I could also see my bedroom door through him. I looked at him for what seemed like 10 minutes but in reality was probably just a few seconds, until I found the strength to lay back down very slowly, my tangled legs untouched. I hid under the blanket and poked my sleeping brother to wake him, but he merely grunted at me and went back to his snoring. Eventually I fell asleep.

I opened my eyes to sunlight streaming through the window, looked around the room and ran downstairs. I told my mum what I had seen and she brushed it off as a bad dream. I knew it wasn’t.

Fast forward about 10 years or so and this is where it became fascinating for me.

One of my best friends through childhood up Into my mid 20s lived around the corner from me with his parents. As we grew old enough to ‘Legally ‘ drink alcohol, I would spend evenings enjoying a few drinks with my friend ‘Mark’ and his father. His father, Mr Bannister, had lived on the same street for most of his life. We would talk about anything and everything, so the subject of ghosts eventually came up. It was then that I threw caution to the wind and at the risk of sounding crazy, I told them about my experience in my bedroom. Mark looked at me with skepticism etched across his face but his father listened with interest. When I had finished telling my story, Mark’s father surprised me by admitting that I had described exactly the local doctor who was well known in the area when he was a child. He explained to me how the doctor would make regular house calls on a pushbike with his black bag attached to the rear of the seat.

So he didn’t scoff, he actually believed me.

I’m not sure what to make of my experience but I know I was fully awake and it wasn’t a dream.

I read somewhere once, that some people believe a place or a building can somehow capture a past event that is traumatic and replay the event like a video recording! Maybe that’s true, maybe that’s what I saw. I have no idea, but my mind is open to every possibility.

Maybe I should have written this closer to Halloween.

Up early for work. Finished work last night at 10-30, soon to start again at 7-00 and it’s bloody raining.

Have a nice day whatever you’re doing 😊👍

I want to make it clear that I am in no way politically minded. My mum had a saying about politicians, she’d say “They all piss in the same pot” 😂 Bless her, so gawd knows what she would have made of the ‘Brexit piss-pot’.

I know there’s much more to it than I write down here, but this is how I see it.

Most of Europe are under the political control of the European Union! As I understand it, the EU have the final say on the majority of laws that are passed through the respective parliaments of the 28 countries under the control of the EU. So, the EU’s headquarters in Brussels control most of the laws that are passed, which directly affects what people in 28 countries can and can’t do regarding living their everyday life. To my mind, that’s tantamount to totalitarian. That’s a concentration of control by a single, organisational authority that dominates financial power and authorises the free movement of people (Not all, but a minority) who are a threat to the safety and well-being of decent, ordinary people.

I think, and it’s only my opinion (Or not) that the referendum held over 3 years ago was a vote by the people that didn’t really mean anything to the politicians who we voted in to represent us. However, It developed into a sham for the political classes because they didn’t really expect the majority of the country to vote ‘Leave’. They thought we were blind sheep.

That being the case, they (Politicians) have repeatedly conspired to make it more and more difficult to get out of the EU!!

So democracy effectively died in the U.K. over 3 years ago.

The British politicians and the EU have decided together what the referendum meant to them, absolutely nothing.

Strangely, but not surprisingly, the Brexit deals (By the way we didn’t vote for a deal) thrown together by the ‘In collusion’ politicians have probably been designed to actually mean we don’t leave the European Union. The political class that control the people in the UK, under the total control of the EU, continually dilute the ‘Deal’, effectively resulting in a deal that isn’t a deal, so we won’t actually leave the EU.

The people of Great Britain want the politicians, who we voted in, to grow some balls and stand up for democracy. But they won’t because they all piss in the same corrupt pot as the control freaks who run the EU.

Like I say, I’m not politically minded, but I’m not stupid (I think) and I’m not a member of the easy to herd sheep!

As mum say “They all piss in the same pot”.

Just a quick add-on concerning the last 5 posts. It wasn’t my intention to paint a grim picture of the job I do or the people I help to support. However, I wanted to show the harsh reality of the working situation I face every day, but more than that, the difficulties some people face when they suffer from very severe learning disabilities.

It’s a physically challenging and mentally draining profession and even though the gentlemen I help to support robably have little understanding of their predicament, it doesn’t mean I don’t feel sympathy for them, because I do.

It makes me appreciate what I have.

Up to this point, I’ve spoken about 4 of the gentlemen I help to support and care for on a daily basis. The last one I want to talk about is a gentleman who suffers from, amongst other severe learning disabilities, Downs Syndrome.

I guess the very first thing that makes this little cheeky chap stand out from the other residents is that he is very mischievous, topped off with a very naughty laugh. He hasn’t got the ability to communicate verbally but he grabs all staff my the hand and shows us what he wants. However, he often terrorises his housemates by constantly slapping them on the head or running away with their drinks or screaming in their ears.

He is also, like a few of his housemates , double incontinent, but with him, it often turns into a disgusting game, if and when the opportunity presents itself!!!

One particularly stomach churning habit he actually finds funny (But we don’t) is to very stealthily (We try to keep an eye on him as much as we can but it’s not always possible) dig a hard nugget from out of his rectum and roll it along the floor in the direction of one of his housemates!! Recipient then pops it into his mouth, obviously believing it to be chocolate!!! This gruesome activity has happened before we could prevent it on several occasions, but thankfully, not for the last few weeks!! Long may that continue!!!

We know when the crime has been committed because the ‘Giver’ laughs loudly and the ‘Taker’ is chewing when he shouldn’t be chewing!!! (Sorry about the graphic description)

However, despite his disgusting habit, he is very loving and likes nothing more than to cuddle up to a staff member in the evening after medication and bath, but he still hits staff over the head when he gets the chance!!

So that’s it, 5 of the gentlemen I help to care for and support! Is it any wonder my hair has turned grey!