Bye bye Europe

My first visit was to northern France on a posh camping trip with my parents. We drove down, got the ferry across (to St.Malo I think), and then head to southern Brittany to a pre-erected tent with beds, a fridge, cooking equipment, table and chairs. It was warm, but a different kind of heat than

Stop blaming Facebook

"The next two decades it's gonna be privacy. I'm talking about the Internet. I'm talking about cell phones. I'm talking about health records and who's gay and who's not. And moreover, in a country born on the will to be free, what could be more fundamental than this?" ~ Sam Seaborn, The West Wing. In

3 Star or bust

Do you believe everything you read? Are you happy to take the opinion of the clearly ill-informed over those who weigh their words and provide evidence both for and against what they are offering? Don't worry, this isn't about Trump. I'll admit that I like to have a sense of whether something is good or

Do what you can

If you don’t have any alternatives, you can’t object. I’m not fond of making such black and white statements but, driving to work this morning, I heard an item on the news that really annoyed me. Apparently, immigration officials have been suggesting to gay immigrants who are being sent back to their home country, that

Instructions and ethics

Two things are currently making me GRRRRRRRR quite a bit. One is a minor annoyance that crops up frequently, the other a fairly fundamental gripe with a certain profession. In reverse order then, my main gripe is with the current batch of moaning politicians who are saying that it isn't fair that they are having

RIP John Hughes

Being off ill, and spending most of my days dozing, means I'm slightly behind on some things. So I was very sad to hear that John Hughes had died. I wouldn't say I was a big fan, but given that I grew up with such movies as Pretty in Pink and Ferris Buellers Day Off,

It's hard

Listening to the news on the way to work this morning, some chav sounding lassie from some London suburb or other was bemoaning the fact that she found it hard not to bunk off school. Yes, that's right. She wasn't finding it hard to attend school just hard not to bunk off at least once

Why can’t I own Englishmen?

There was a bit of a stramash in the Scottish press yesterday, when a fairly high profile Reverend in the Church of Scotland coming out of the closest and declaring himself a big gay (those may not have been his exact words...). As many of you will already know, religion and homosexuality don't mix very

Reflecting on Jade Goody

I don't comment on current events all that often, as I've said before I rarely feel that I'll be adding anything new or particularly insightful so I consider it best to avoid the topic altogether. That and I can usually see both sides of every story so can find it hard to find a position

Twats. A rant.

RANT 1 Dear Person in the car in front of me. I'm sure you are very very important and that you must get to work with as much haste as possible, god forbid you waste even the briefest of moments on your journey. However, see all that snow pilled up on your car? No, you

President Obama

The United States of America has, in case you've been hiding under a rock these past couple of months, a new President. Bye bye Bush, hello "Change" and a big dollop of hope. Like many others I've been a little swept up in the general goodwill that President Obama seems to carry with him, and

What about MY God?

I'm a believer, sang the Monkees whilst pretending to play their instruments before venturing off on another "madcap" adventure. I loved the Monkees, and between them and the Banana Splits my weekend TV watching was a religious experience. Ok, maybe not religious but certainly regular. All of which is apropos of nothing to be honest

11th hour of the 11th day

Pause for a moment today, and remember. The further away from the Great War we get, the harder it becomes to remember, to relate. But we should, we must. Without the sacrifice of many we would not have the world we have today. Do you have your poppy?