In my little adventure with my ‘You are here’ dioramas, I knew it would be a voyage of discovery, but I had no idea what I might discover… My decision to not accept payment, barter, donations to charity or help with postage was carefully considered because I really wanted to see what would fall outContinue reading “It’s a kind of magic…”
Author Archives: Fear and Loathing in Great Britain
I am giving my work away, however…
My work is not free, it comes at a cost, of understanding, of kindness, of exploring a different way of being and doing, experimenting, daring to do things a little differently, challenging the world of money and everything being measured in cold hard cash. There is so much more to life than that. Life itselfContinue reading “I am giving my work away, however…”
To err is human. Thankfully.
Three years ago, after a hospital appointment, in paying for parking I mistakenly entered two incorrect digits of my car registration number. A couple of months later I received a fixed penalty demand for not paying my parking fee. In checking my parking receipts, I wrote back, with photographic evidence, to say that I hadContinue reading “To err is human. Thankfully.”
I am responsible for what I write and for all its content
Everything you are about to read is down to me, no matter what I am writing about, the content of this piece is my responsibility, which includes anything in quotes. Now to translate that to the media, no matter what they report, good or bad, saint or sinner, they are entirely responsible for spreading itContinue reading “I am responsible for what I write and for all its content”
Why politics now makes me physically ill
Two things. Firstly: sharing information is a good thing, but not if that is all we’re doing. There is no democracy without action, nor is there a solution without action. Information provides for informed action, but if no action is forthcoming, no amount of information will bring about change. I can no longer cope withContinue reading “Why politics now makes me physically ill”
Adverts – Channeling my inner psychopath
I don’t dislike adverts, I don’t detest them, I pathologically hate and despise them. Their effect on me is a whole body experience that is a challenge to self control. If you want to see this supposedly grown man seethe, consumed with rage, just add adverts. Every advert is dishonest, it’s ‘give us your money’Continue reading “Adverts – Channeling my inner psychopath”
The darkest hour is just before dawn
The period of time since July last year and my near death experience with an incredibly aggressive cancer, whilst it’s been physically and mentally demanding and really tough at times, has been a miraculous and astonishing experience that has blessed me and has had the most profoundly positive and energising effect on me and myContinue reading “The darkest hour is just before dawn”
When the going gets tough, get colourful
I am finding life tough right now. Cognitive impairment is high and very difficult to deal with. I am forgetting how to do or manage my life on an hour by hour basis. I recently ran out of gas, but was unable to connect the loss of heating, the immediate problem, with the solution, checkContinue reading “When the going gets tough, get colourful”
On Trying Gently to Explain
Originally posted on Kay Green:
Speaking across the generations can be challenging to say the least. At 18, I found most over 40s clueless, condescending and often downright rude. Having just passed 60, I am beginning to notice for the first time that most under 40s are… Well, let’s not perpetuate the mirage. I saw…
How on Earth did my life become a spiritual journey?
The answer is incredibly simple, my life became a spiritual journey because suffering and cruelty drove me to question what life was about at a very young age. There were three significant factors which launched my journey, the first being poverty and witnessing the suffering, terror and daily struggles of my mother to raise us,Continue reading “How on Earth did my life become a spiritual journey?”
