Good vs. Evil


The following type of thinking will be familiar to followers of David Icke who for many years has spoken and written about Archons – artificial machine-like beings who seek to take over the planet. This is not new knowledge.

Ghost In The Machine.

“The subconscious is the unseen force they use against us in plain sight. They control your subconscious because nobody has taught you how to control your subconscious. If your not in control of it, then they will be.”

“Like I’ve said many times “they’re turning Earth into their planet.” A low frequency planet that consists of war and suffering. We are a total different species from them we cannot exist on a planet terraformed for them. Look around – we’re all dying of sickness and disease, our children are becoming completely brain damaged robots …wake up humans because we’re running out of time. ”

“The Archons have Terra-formed everything.

Ever hear that you should cure cancer with Chemo-Therapy because you might be the 1 in a million who get’s cured, well sure if you are that 1 Archon out of a million humans. (Ed. – could be more than that)

They are using Chem-Trails to make this planet more hospitable for the Archons.

The Religion of the Archons makes them rich, powerful and wise while our Religions make us stupid, submissive and passive slaves.

Their politics rule the planet, completely in secret, while our politics are nothing but cartoons of puppets with no power.

Their medicine makes them healthy and well, while our medicine makes us sicker and dead and shortens our lives.

Their food (GMOs) make them healthy and thin, while it makes us fat, slow and sick.

Their TV (Sci-fi) is informative while our news consist of cartoons, clowns, lies and humor.

Fluoride makes them strong and smart, while it gives us Alzheimer and makes us stupid and cancer ridden and isolated from our higher selves.

Vaccines makes our children autistic and sick while making them more tasty for a Archons breakfast.

The Hepatitis B Vaccine tags our children only 5 hours (neonates) old with nano-bots, the mark of the beast making them the pets of the Archons.

Cell towers and wifi charges their batteries while making us sick with cancers.

Their advertising has symbolism which makes them wise purchasers, while making us submissive emotional idiots of debt.

Plastics (BPA) makes them sexy, while making our women sterile and turning our men into little girls.

Their schools make them executives, while ours make us barely qualified to serve Archons and fools little girl corpses disguised as Mac Donald’s hamburgers.

Aluminum charges the nano-bots that make us sick, submissive and stupid, making us the servant’s of the Archons.

Our wars make the Archons rich behind the scenes, while our religions justify the murders of each other under the banner of war.


You fools say you want your country back, you want this planet back, you want a better life for your children? Well, then Wake Up and fight with the only vote you have left. YOUR INTELLIGENCE, CREATIVITY, LOVE, EMPATHY AND HOW YOU SPEND YOUR MONEY. Stop financing your own Genocide.”

— Anonymous

“Each individual must be able to overload their consciousness with pure awareness so that any system regulating their mind through artificial consciousness is similarly overloaded.”

“If you support the liberation of humanity, the truth, compassion, increasing self-awareness and the awakening of the collective human soul then you are beginning to break contractual, manufactured agreements with the fallen collective that currently rules this scripted area of time-space.”

“Without your support of the liberation, you are, by default, supporting the total annihilation of your own species unless you choose to knowingly sell your bloodline over to the dark side for protection. And then, you have to recruit or sacrifice human souls or you will be dropped and then it’s just a waiting period until the One True Creator, the over-soul of the ALL will eventually make corrections to Creation and remove all the destructive tendencies and all the fallen, distorted complex beings that are not in harmony with the One True Spiritual Force of Compassionate Self-Awareness. ”

— Aug Tellez

Have a look at The Liberation of Humanity from the Fallen Spiritual Enslavement System.

A rainy Sunday and bad world news


This will be brief and to the point.

Lovely to hear the sound of the pitter- patter of rain as we lay in bed this early morning. So gratefully received by the parched earth and the animals large and small.

I honestly believe that most people haven’t a clue how diabolical the world is becoming.  Gosh I am repeating myself. Another whinge and I will shut up. We see fires appearing all over the place in Greece, in Northern California, to mention but a few places. Already, a few days afterwards, if you care to look at YouTube you will see dozens of videos exhibiting the course of this fire to Directed Energy Weapons. It is known that in US Air Force have applied for 86 patents for world weather control, And there is a very large facility in California, Wilmington if I recall, to develop laserlike weapons to destroy aircraft and missiles. What may not be mentioned is that it can also start fires and change climate. Interfering with the climate is a War Weapon.

If you look carefully at some of the pictures of the Northern Californian fires, the houses themselves have been destroyed while trees surrounding them have not been. Normally, the fire is indiscriminate and burns everything is in its path. One commentator was saying that a house she had witnessed had simply disappeared. Masonry, even porcelain toilets, had just evaporated into nothing. Fire itself cannot do this. Laser weapons on aircraft fire from the sky, creating tens of thousands of degrees, which can evaporate these substances in seconds. One particularly remarkable but brief video showing how a tree has been set alight from inside. Have a look at if you like, it is here.

Most fires start from the outside – yeh?
There are one or two people who might say, they wouldn’t do this would they? The answer is yes they would. If you can exercise yourself to look at Agenda 21 or the New World Order, the plan is for the removal of the human being from large areas of the world, the abolition of religions, the implantation of everyone with microchips or nano particles, a process that has already begun in other words the abolition of free will. 5G if and when it comes will be the means to control our minds and implant thoughts that we will think are our own.

 Lasers from the sky and the California Fires. Fire proof evidence of Directed Energy used in CA Fires. You can SEE the lasers coming down recorded on peoples’ mobiles. Pub 29 July 20187 Added 30 July 2018

As I was saying to someone today, I have been aware that things are not as they seem since 9/11/01 the date of the infamous world trade center collapse or dustification as Dr. Judy Hall named it. Were you aware that 90% of the physical material of the twin towers never even hit the ground. Directed energy was used there also. I realize that such things are depressing but this is the way the world is going, unless, and I think the only way we can survive the horror that is coming is to be aware and knowledgeable. This will mean that when we pass over it will be done with some semblance of dignity.

<rant over>


As if that were not bad enough, the other depressing thing I saw today though it did not start that way, was a YouTube video called Farmlands, which is about the increasing marginalisation of white people in South Africa. It seems all the farms are going to be repossessed without compensation. It appears that large numbers of white people are preparing for a civil war which they feel is inevitable. For what was dubbed the Rainbow Nation this is so sad.  I have visited South Africa 21 times and loved it but like America, I feel that my time is over and apart from the Western Cape, which is relatively safe, I will venture no further in that country. Evidently there are so many massacres on farms that there is an organization called “Blood Sisters” which specializes in clearing up the bloody mess following such massacres which are among the most brutal in the world. For those even remotely interested in South Africa it is a fascinating 1 hour 13 minutes by a very brave reporter who funded her own visit Lauren Southern.

So this is what is going on and the only thing I can think of is to have faith that there is a better world – which we make ourselves here – In preparation for what awaits us when we pass over.

Peace? Joy? Happiness?


I was listening to my favorite radio program, Trans World International, and discussion was on the difference between happiness and joy. My immediate reaction was that happiness is a more immediate phenomenon and perhaps more superficial whereas joy is a background state of mind which is more sublime, less dependent on circumstances and much more stable. It would arise from assurances about the value of and eternality of one’s world view.

When Saints were crucified, they did so in the knowledge that what they were doing was right and went in joy. No one wants to get hurt or killed through happiness. Joy is deeper surely.

As for ‘peace’, I am reminded of Nelson Mandella’s Peace and Reconciliation Committee in South Africa. You can’t have one without the other.  When we say we are ‘at peace’ we have resolved the situation as much as is possible within the human framework. I think of ‘The Peace of God which passes all understanding’. It is definitely not a feature of the left brain but a balance between us homo sapiens and our environment on all levels. You are not ‘at peace’ when you have taken too much Valium because the drug has closed off channels of the mind to give the illusion of stability.

Peace is not the absence of war but an inward sense of completeness or wholeness. The word ‘peace’ is mentioned 429 times in the King James Bible so it must be important.

Do I have peace – difficult one – I think you know the answer to that when you meet a truly peaceful person who radiates that quality. Alas there are very few of those around as we get closer to Armageddon.  Sad eh. I came across this website which some may find helpful at least in clearing away the debris.

Film Review ‘The Bookshop’


I love Bill Nighy, an enigmatic performer who completely melds with his character. The story is about a widow who decides to open a bookshop in a sleepy village and the opposition she meets along the way but also involving a close and understated relationship with the recluse played by Bill.

We watched this film on a boiling hot day together with about 10 other people in the Little Theatre, Bath. What I like most of all was the slow pace of the film where there was not continual dialogue, drama, violence, but we were given the chance to feel our way into the film and identify with the characters or the situation. It reminds me of the ridiculously fast pace of the world and how I ask myself are we supposed to retain our composure in such an environment. The above is more an observation than a review so check out the full one on IMDB.

Owl theme composed of flowers in Bath

At this time of year, Bath is overrun with tourists listening to their guides with varying degrees of attention so we escaped and left for home where I watched a video on the theory that direct energy weapons were responsible for all files that are interestingly and curiously breaking out at the same time with particular reference to the fires in Greece. Before you grumble, a fire does not melt the engine of the car and cause a vehicle to turn up side down. The US Air Force submitted many patents for weather control and planned to have total control of world weather by 2025 and here they are doing it. In case you haven’t realized it, weather is a war weapon. See video.


Prior to that I chose to go for an extra visit to the eye clinic at RUH In part because of extra symptoms I was getting with my left eye. Because I was in a different stream, I was seen by a doctor who was unfamiliar with my case and specialized in glaucoma not macular. His insight was very helpful in that he did not know the details of my case but was more aware of the degenerative processes in general. He explained that if over nearly 3/4 of a century cumulative damage had occurred it could not undo itself; the job was to maintain usability of the eye. I asked him about taking supplements and he said for the outlay it would surely be a good investment.

He told me about a protocol by the name of AREDS II which includes Lutein and Zeaxanthin which I should incorporate and reminded me of using common sense with regard to wearing sun glasses in bright sunshine. All obvious stuff but I need to be reminded.

I had cause to reflect on advice. Two people can say the same thing and on one occasion and not able to take it in and on another occasion I am able to take it. I think it’s the time, the place, the environment, the juncture of your life, the state of receptiveness you’re in at the time all play a part.

The morning after…

20 of us had a pleasant enough time on an almost perfect evening, Tuesday 24th July 2018

This was our first such occasion last evening with about 10 people from our allotments here in Midsomer Norton and 10 visitors from the local garden club plus Richard, one of the counselors for the local town council.

One thing that surprised and disappointed me was the number of plot holders who said they were coming, even the day before, and did not show up. Bearing in mind that we have 65 allotments why is it that most people feel that they did not want to come to a social event. The first thing I can say is that it was a new type of event, not been done before. However, I would say that the novelty value should have increased the interest not decreased it. It was held on a Tuesday which some people would say might be inconvenient. However since was a lovely evening, I assumed that people would come down to the allotments anyway to do watering, so what is the problem? Maybe plain and simple shyness.

It is a certain type of torture for me to know that if they had come, they would have added to the event and made it even more fun than it was. Visitors were given small tours around the allotment by individual allotment holders. People were very generous with the amount of food they brought along. I tried to encourage people to eat but they seem to feel that for the arrival of 6:30 PM, 7:30 PM was the right time to start eating so I resigned myself to that and most people had ample amounts of food. As usual, I bought too much drink. We have four bottles of fruit juice left and four bottles of wine which somehow we will have to consume at home.

How would you judge the success of a party or social event? One of the criteria is how long people stay. About half the people drifted off at about 8.15 (it was advertised 6.30 pm to 8.30 pm) and the rest of us hard-core people stayed for another hour or so until the fading light meant that we could hardly see each other. Francoise lit a few lanterns. Mercifully, the midges kept away as the wind was blowing. Everyone thanked us as they left, and I felt that the thanks were heartfelt and not automatic.

Unfortunately for the two or three people who said they would come, and did not, my attitude to them will be somewhat changed and it is a not a good thing for them at plot holders.  They will be in the unfortunate position of not being trusted. If someone says to me three times they are coming and this is not followed up how can I trust them again. I don’t care what excuse they give, it will probably be a lie otherwise they would have phoned beforehand or emailed afterwards.

Reading about the fires in Greece we have nothing to complain about but I noticed that the ground is cracking. Some of the local allotments have no water supply so goodness knows what they do during dry summers. I poured a whole bucket of water down one of the cracks (illustrated) and it disappeared without trace.

I am not sure what good it would do to moan at them in writing or verbally, maybe try another event and see what happens.

Dos and don’ts of being a host


Tomorrow Tuesday, 24 July is a very important day for me because I have invited all and sundry to come along to our allotment to celebrate ostensibly the arrival of two sets of tables given by a client but actually it is an excuse to have a few glasses of wine and exchange gossip.

I have been reflecting on my thought process is and looking at any warranties or concerns or panic. The first thing that comes to mind is that the human being in general is a robust character and will make the best of anything that is presented especially the Brits who have a forgiving nature and do not demand that everything is perfect. This make do and mend mentality is much more prevalent in country areas.

To summarize, not everything needs to be perfect. If you are serving food and the soup is a bit too salty DO NOT apologize for it. If they don’t like your food they can go down the road to a takeaway.  If there are moments of silence when the conversation flags, it will soon start up again. Nature abhors a vacuum.

People who come to this particular event are well known and keen to come, and do so voluntarily. If the party consisted of complete strangers I would have a different attitude to tomorrow’s events where most people  will have something in common and will know most of the other people there. This gets the event off to a flying start so if the host does their job properly the event should look after itself. A few introductions are necessary at the start then off it goes. A bit like lighting a fire really.

It is a great mistake not to delegate and try and do everything yourself. It is another mistake to work yourself into a frenzy by leaving everything until the last moment so you arrive at your own party so to speak in an exhausted state meaning that you have very little energy and focus to give to other people apart from going into robotic mode. Today Monday I shall do everything I possibly can except buying perishable items. I have written to everyone telling them that we will supply good quality wine and cordials and they are expected to bring finger buffet type food. In my first communication with my allotmenteers I did not mention this and people were thus confused so I wrote a letter to everybody this  morning spelling out the terms and conditions. There is nothing worse than arriving at a party or social event to find that everyone else is in fancy dress except you or dressed in a certain degree of formality except you  or expecting you to bring food when you were not told. It is an informal contract to provide services, there is no other way of putting it.

What are the best and worst case scenarios? It is all too easy to imagine the worst, for example torrential rain, or nobody turning out. If that is the case then very little harm is done except to your own ego; some unused food and drink needs to be put in the fridge for a future time, and in the end nothing is wasted.

The best case scenario is everyone having a good time, people meeting others by serendipity and exchanging useful information. English people have this slight standoffishness but if there is something in common, like an interest in gardening, there is very little to in giving them from talking 19 to the dozen. Talking about the weather is the great fallback when English people are concerned.

Yesterday we went along to a sports club with an invitation to take part in a game of Boules (french). The organizer made the mistake of putting the time from 11 AM to 5 PM so no one really knew when to turn up. If there had made a much smaller window, for example two hours, everyone would have shown up near the starting time but as it was the event fizzled after about an hour because people drifted off to lunch or did not turn up in the first place. For such team games, you need a certain minimum number of people for example eight.

In general I make the same recommendations as if I was going anywhere. Make your planning and buy your items the day before and don’t leave anything until the last moment because if you do you can be sure that something unexpected will pop up reducing you to a frazzle.

What to do with people who say they will come and don’t. There is no point in interrogating them because they will come up with an excuse which probably bears very little relationship to the truth. For example, if a person didn’t feel like coming they will tell you that they had a headache or something like that. When people say that something ‘cropped up’ it is normally a lie. Failing to turn up is an unforgivable sin with something like a dinner party even if you phone up an hour before with an excuse whatever it is. Both the telephone call or and the receiver will know perfectly well it is just an excuse. If someone failed to turn up at a dinner party then I would not invite them again because they could have apologized by text message or by telephone. There is no excuse.

I’m not impressed by people who said they “tried” to call. What do you mean ‘try’? Do you mean the phone failed technically? Do you mean you could not lift up the phone because it was too heavy? No, do not lie to your self. You did not esteem the people enough to summon up the good manners to say that you cannot come.

With larger parties, especially when you don’t know the person very well, not turning out is just about acceptable but the more you know people the more you are obligated to make some sort of response if you cannot appear.

So here am I sitting here on a glorious sunny morning, thinking about the 41°C that people in Japan are suffering and being grateful that it is not hotter. I’ve already been to the supermarket to buy the plastic cups and plates and some drink and will complete the process tomorrow. I thought of putting lots of ice in the fridge but I see that at my local branch of Sainsbury’s you can buy a huge bag of ice for 1 pound so I shall take that along, put it in a bucket, and keep the wine cool.


Bristol Harbour Festival – not for me


It must be said that Bristol is very good at putting on shows of all types; music, comedy,  balloon festivals, and the Harbor Festival that has grown to be one of the biggest in the country of its type. We thought we ought to go especially as the weather promised not to be too hot. In the event it was sticky and unpleasant, not by tropical standards for example India, Singapore or Sri Lanka but uncomfortable enough for me to seek the shade.

this custom has spread throughout Europe

Bristol itself is a young and lively town with many trendy pop-up eating establishments, a paradise for young people in my opinion but the problem I had today was the sheer numbers of folk. When you have to walk along a road in slow motion because of the crush,  where you can hardly see what is going on in the water or anywhere else because you cannot get close enough, then it ceases to be fun.

We went along to the gargantuan Za Za Bazaar restaurant which can house 1,000 diners. The noise level was high and I reckon there were about 500 people chomping their way through fairly standard food. Again I found I was unable to sit comfortably and enjoy my food because of the noise level as well as the coming and going. In the process of eating too fast, I suffered from digestion and after I left the restaurant I had to sit down.

Not ideal for a first date
lovely flowers amidst withered grass

Queens Square was devoted to food around the outside and children’s entertainment in the square itself and this is one where we left prematurely because it was physically impossible to walk along in front of the food stalls. I saw one or two other people do the same.

If you look at the whole thing, it was based on a huge number of people selling wares or services of various types, some entertainment in the water for example dog rescuing people and there were one or two old sailing ships punting up and down.

Maybe I’m getting old, but somehow I am fed up with crowds. I have to say that I think it was excellent for children, a wonderful day out for them, plenty of things to see and do and that’s absolutely wonderful because the whole thing was free and parents could relax.

I’m not a depressive type and I don’t think I got depressed today but I got downhearted and alienated from people who were wandering along in their hundreds in a rather alienated state looking for something to get excited about but in all honesty not finding it.

After about four hours I decided that I’d had enough and we made our way to the bus station to catch the wonderful double decker half hourly 376 bus service to Glastonbury and Street. Taking the bus in and out is the only way I can tolerate going to Bristol. We park in Farrington Gurney on the route.


Today I turned down the garden job of some dimension. Fellow gardeners or anyone who is trading their services in one way or another might care to take note. I will not do a job unless I can see my way through from beginning to end. This means being happy with the customer, confident that we can do the job with or without help, and attending to any physical problems such as access.

It is very necessary to take instructions only from one person; in this case the couple clearly did not see eye to eye, and did not have the same attitude to the job. I smell a rat when one partner has to apologize for another.

The second problem was that the job involved a lot of clearing and high summer is not the time to do it. There are certain jobs that are better in autumn and winter when the greenery has died down and the job is much easier to do.

The third problem was the access. The job was in a very narrow road surrounded by old cottages and if you want to get in and out especially with a big Volvo you have to go backwards and forwards a few times.

The fourth problem was the weather. I don’t mind working hard but in 25° all 27° with high humidity it is very discomfiting and every 10 min. or so I have to rest.

I wrote to the customer saying that I could not assist them but I would consider the work in the winter and meanwhile they might want to get other quotes. Okay I was turning down money but I was also avoiding a lot of potential problems and there’s nothing worse than being stuck with a job that you’re not enjoying.




The community – is it dying?


I have had some jolly community-based events this week. The first one was my men’s group in Frome when two young Christian pioneers were telling us how they wanted to help spread the Christian gospel and meet people on their own terms without any form of judgment or preaching. Holy Trinity Church in Frome, so I was told,  has a Friday night caravan which is towed  into the city center and is available for homeless people to Have a chat, a drink of tea or coffee, and the chance to share their problems and situations if they wish.

The caravan arrives at 11 PM on Friday and closes at 1:30 AM. The Vicar, Graham Owen and his wife Leslie are a charismatic couple embracing everyone irrespective of race or creed as they say. Leslie is into hugging everybody that moves. A quality to be a good hugger is a requirement to be someone who is relaxed about their own bodies and loves and accepts themselves otherwise the whole thing can become forced.

Thursday, we have our version of the Holy Trinity Church in Paulton. We have in service at 11 o’clock followed by a delicious lunch. This is typical of a congregational initiative. Someone thought it would be a good idea to have midweek communion for those who could not manage the weekends due to commitments and so there were 12 of us there sitting up in the chancel. The Vicar asked me to read the gospel just as the service was about to start. He handed me a slip of paper with the verses on and I did I was  told. I think informality has a lot to commend it, it definitely makes people more relaxed.

For lunch, we had a choice of haddock or egg mayonnaise, lasagna for the main course, and a wide variety of salads followed by a delicious strawberry cheesecake with ice cream all for the enormous sum of £3 but in fact most people give more.

A thoughtful Francoise pondering on the method of attack. it is indeed a Jungle.

Today was a gardening day. We are attending to a very bored or should I say lonely 84-year-old lady whose bungalow garden had deteriorated since her husband died a dozen years ago. She took a great interest in our proceedings and sat there in the back porch and watched us the whole day. I only found it very slightly irritating to be watched the time but then I thought that she spends most of her day staring at the four walls with only a minor period watching TV, so real-life people in the garden must’ve been quite something for her. She seems to have been pleased about what we did. She was fairly deaf and we had to repeat everything twice. Eventually I resorted to almost shouting but trying to avoid sounding rude. The world definitely closes in wit this affliction.

Her property was in a very modest estate in Paulton, Somerset. I note that it is very easy to engage in in conversation with an already existing community. The woman across the road told us after about 2 min. conversation that her husband had died of an aneurysm and that she had to learn to look after the garden herself. Without prompting she offered me a glass of lemonade seeing as I was sweating. It was clear that everybody knew everybody else on the estate;  the major factor preventing people from going outside is lack of health, the inability to walk, or in a case of another customer I’ve just spoken to, dizzy spells, which has meant that she has had to sell her car and is thinking of getting a mobility scooter.

I think that person for person there is far more community life in the country than in a city or perhaps the community life in conurbations is differently expressed in terms of work colleagues and the social life revolving around what we do for our living during the day. In London there are significant clusters of ethnic minorities so that each country has its own representation for example Cypriots, Hungarians, Indians and Pakistanis obviously, a strong and expressive Polish community in most towns of any size, the French community which is in Kensington in London.  It is in small cities where people of color in the distinct minority that the difficulty arises. Chinese and Indian people tend to work in the service industries or restaurants so I suppose do not get much of a life. Racial prejudice is present in the country just as much as anywhere else, but perhaps more subtly expressed.

Two significant works of art

‘Anna’ by Kate Noble 2016

Today I went to pick up my art purchase from a local gallery. Sometimes I imagine one would have a tinge of regret or doubt. Did I do the right thing? On seeing it three weeks later, there was no question. The work had my name on it. It says so much about sex, sexuality, identity, ambivalence, the goddess that this will keep me fed for a long time. Above all, it asks a question. Every image or work of art should ask a question. I shall refer to the work from time to time, so great is its impact. In fact, comments are welcome. I get few comments on my diary so why not make this a turning point in reader participation.


I went to celebrate the purchase of my work above at a local diner, one of those that exist in the middle of nowhere and is built up by personal reputation. I ordered a full breakfast which for £6.95 including coffee was a pretty good deal.

On the way out I noticed a milk machine. I saw this as a very brave attempt to break the stranglehold of the supermarkets and give fresh uncontaminated local milk to the people. £1/litre is admittedly more pricey than what I would normally pay in Lidl but next time I visit I shall bring a bottle and fill it up knowing that I’m supporting a traditional way of life.





The unloved and uncared for

an amazing historical diary with current comments

Today’s is a photo essay, originating from my visit to the Frome Festival which includes lots of elements of art or should I say the arts. This time, I have decided to focus on the unlovely, the uncared for, the abandoned, the useless.and now to some more artistic art.Frome at its best is a wonderful sparkly intellectual town, a bit less snobby than Wells, and with enough entertainment to keep any decent person going in top gear.   Alas the number of closed shops increases. I suspect this was due to the increased business rates that local authorities have to charge to stay afloat.

Who has not made a fool of themselves?


What happens when your pet wants a piece of the action? We have had the second of two wonderful examples of professional people being interrupted. The above is Dr Jerzy Targalski, an esteemed Polish historian talking about the forced removal of a top judge to a Dutch TV station. He just carried on talking when his cat stole the show.

The second one happened over a year ago to Prof Robert Kelly. If you don’t know the story then watch the video.

I think most of us have made a fool of ourselves from time to time but there is a forgiving element in human nature, particularly so far as the English are concerned where the action goes into the category of “well it could happen to anyone”. We are able to laugh at ourselves.


I was pleased nay delighted to hear that Gareth Southgate, the England football coach responded to a question by a journalist that what kept him going was his Christian faith, That is apart from his love of football. This brings me to a discussion I heard on my daily religion radio program where the preacher was discussing why we are not more forward  in talking to others about our faith. He said, in a word, it is fear. Fear of being rejected,  fear of being misunderstood, fear of being laughed at. Just think for a moment on the journeys of St Paul who was not only ridiculed but imprisoned on three occasions. What kept him going was his faith. If we can’t even speak about what we believe among our  friends, what does that say about us.  If we fade because we are criticized, especially if that criticism arises from their own ignorance or bad experiences in the past and nothing to do with us, then maybe we need to reconsider the basis of our faith.


This is the emptiest men’s match at Wimbledon I have ever seen. I wonder why people are not coming. [dramatic pause]  Ah!!  There is a football match on. England vs. Croatia.

The blazing sun


I don’t know whether it’s the weather,but I am singularly bereft of inspiration for my diary. It’s not that nothing has been happening but the fact of the matter is that I am devoting the majority of my time and effort to making the world’s largest and most authoritative running commentary on Smart Meters and 5G.

I’m listing information from about 25 countries the moment and after entering the initial data about the various organizations campaigning against the two monsters above, I have to somehow keep up with what is going on. I can only do so with help from others and someone was kind enough to send me a list of about 900 relevant websites, some of which have not been authenticated so I have to go through each one of them, check them out as best I can, and add them to the master list.


Life on our allotments here in Midsummer Norton Suffered what I suppose you could call a setback when someone came along early one morning and stole our entire crop of strawberrys, plot by plot. It is a very minor version of what it must feel like to be burgled or indeed raped. The disappointment in human nature that someone should stoop so low destroys the innocence of the place a little bit. I thought of putting up a sign that my guess is that this was just a sad opportunist person but come next year if they try the same thing again we will be on the alert. In general, we are a happy bunch of people. This has not come about through chance that about my making great efforts to introduce and integrate newcomers with the other people so they feel part of the family.


I have recently joined the Radstock Working Men’s Club.  I do not really fit I must admit that there are enough people that you can chat to, the drinks are very inexpensive and there is a copy of the Daily Mail for my spiritual enlightenment. The World Cup is going on.  I missed Saturday’s game where England were involved but I will definitely go along next Wednesday when it’s England versus Croatia.  It must be said that the crowd at the working mens club on lively in their response.  My physical reactions in front of the television at home are but a faint reflection of this.


St. John’s, Chilcompton, had their annual very modest garden fête yesterday from 2 PM to 4 PM complete with brass band (pictured above), a fine demonstration of a very hard-working border collie dog finding things, and a train line complete with steam train going backwards and forwards.  For some time I have been having trouble with my left foot and cannot quite reach it it to deliver the service that it needs in terms of trimming.  Amazingly, there was a qualified podiatrist offering to give a taster service. My, there is much more to foot care than I realised. She had a large container full of treatment items, bottles of lotion, pads and sprays. I allowed myself to be pampered notwithstanding the curious glances of the odd onlooker.  I walked away ‘on air’ so to speak and reminded myself that I should take better care of my body.


The continuing breathless and hot air definitely slows down my mind as it goes into survival mode. All the lawns around me have dried up and become bleached. Goodness knows what gardeners do because there is no mowing to be done.  I am glad to say that I do not rely on my gardening for a living. My partner Francoise (who is french) laps up the weather and would love to live in a hot climate but probably not all the time.  Southern Florida is hot all year round with the occasional storm but who wants that. Would it not  become tiresome?  My ideal maximum temperature is 25 degrees. The average summer temperature in Florida is 28 degrees. Only places like Singapore, right on the equator can be relied upon to be at a constant humid 31 or 32 degrees.  The greatest temperature range, 105 degrees C,  is in Siberia at a place called Verkhoyansk, varying from minus 68 degrees to plus 37 degrees. I think I will stick with the UK.

Verkhoyansk, Siberia


The Somerset Levels on a hot day


We read that Moorland, the village that was inundated four years ago with the flux, was holding an Open Day To show that they have got back to normal. We went to normal trip to the famous car boot sale where I always felt that I will never buy anything but end up with so doing. I bought six normal 60 W bulbs for 3 pounds and 2 9V batteries for a pound each.

The Somerset levels are very old, some say they were inhabited 6000 years ago and it does have a very special feel about it. Fellow walkers are particularly friendly and it is almost rude not to say hello to the people you pass.  Above all, it is not on tourist routes. The mystery of the place disappears once you get groups of Japanese, Germans and Americans. After all the only thing there is to see on the Somerset levels is, well, nature.  We never made it to Moorland. It was 31 miles West of the Somerset Levels and would have meant a total round trip of 100 miles. Far too much for a hot day. Laziness prevails.

On the way we stopped off at the Hut, an Australian type pub and music bar where the owner delights in displaying risque and punny homilies. He sells a particular cider with a proof of 7.3% and it may surprise you to know that one pint of that knocks me out.Back home to escape the heat. I plan to leaflet my whole town with anti smart meter material and offer lectures and an advice service which will be launched in September.  It will cost a few hundred quid (pounds to my readers from overseas) but worth every penny in my view. It is shocking that the effect of electromagnetic radiation was known decades ago but governments kept quiet about it due to enormous pressure from the power companies who spend even more than on the pharmaceutical industries. All research funding was withdrawn in the USA in the mid 1980’s.

I spoke to the editor of my local paper and she had the honesty to say that she had not heard of the Smart Meter controversy. I hope to use the paper as part of my campaign. If not I will do it anyway.

I really wanted Japan to win this evening against Belgium but the latter popped in a goal at the last moment, producing tears from the Japanese side after their magnificent efforts.