Is the BBC a waste of time / should it carry a health warning?


I do not normally comment on books I am reading. Since I de-cluttered my books I found that my concentration span has increased a lot; over the last two days I have read and nearly finished two quite lengthy books. One was about a so-called spiritual centre in Forres, Scotland, called Findhorn. The book deconstructs the idea of it being a spiritual centre, rather a wasps nest of egos, politics, power, greed, sexual licence. All the stuff you want.

A week or so ago in spite of the fact that I have over 1000 books, most of which have not had the attention they deserve, my eye spotted in a daily paper a book by David Sedgwick called BBC: Brainwashing Britain? I ordered it on instinct and noticed its moderate price, £6.57, which was very good for a new and substantial publication. I reckon it was finished somewhere near the end of November 2018 and printed at rocket speed.

I did not realise how much the BBC, in whom I had a naive trust albeit residual, was in fact the vast Marxist propaganda machine. There are some books that I cannot put down, I think they are called “Page Turners”. I found myself going yes, yes, yes – amazing – of course.

I hope David will forgive me for quoting from his book in which in one chapter he discusses the similarities between the Ministry of truth, which appears in George Orwell’s 1984. I was not aware that Orwell worked for the BBC as an Eastern correspondent for a couple of years and was inspired to carry this experience forward to writing his seminal book.

On page 160 David says “the mission of the BBC is to act in the public interest, serving all audiences through the provision of impartial, high-quality and distinctive output and services which inform, educate and entertain.

However where it promises to inform the Ministry of truth misleads; where it promises to educate its indoctrinates, where it promises to entertain it stultifies. In the book Manufacturing Consent, Chomsky and Herman provide a much more expansive explanation of the BBC’s mission

It is the mass media’s function to amuse, entertain and inform and to inculcate individuals with the values, beliefs and codes of behaviour that will integrate them into the institutional structures of the larger society. In a world of concentrated wealth and major conflict of class interest, to fulfil this role requires systematic propaganda.

…….critics would suggest That this is precisely what BBC content is tailored to do: convince the masses how they ought to think, feel and react to the world around them in accordance with the wishes of the elite. An unethical broadcaster would do this not by faithfully reporting by distorting its content accordingly.

I hope I’ve written enough to persuade you to buy the book which you can find on Amazon.

One very comforting phrase that I read originating with Goebbels. He wrote “propaganda becomes ineffective the moments we become aware of it”

David tells us of the low level of trust that the public hold in the BBC. He says that 84% of people do not trust the news issued by this organisation and this was a large survey of over 10,000 people.

I realise and admit without any pride that I’ve been very naive and actually lazy and just listening to this propaganda over the years. If anyone wants good solid TV news I recommend Russia Today or Aljazeera. Here, speakers are allowed to state their point of view without being interrupted every two sentences by an aggressive and rude interviewer.

My long time nick-name for the BBC has been ‘Dumb Down Central’ and  latterly the ‘British Marxist Corporation’

I do not sleep particularly well and tend to listen to Radio Five Live which is a shade more anarchistic than the mainstream news offering, and also the World Service of the BBC where again the Marxist element is not quite so obvious.

I remember once a number of years ago when I was without news for a period of three weeks and when I switched on the news again on returning home, it was just more of the same, nothing has changed except the detail, and I wonder what would happen if I had a news-free year.

An evening of storytelling – a day of frustration


The telling of stories should be a unique and special part of our culture . Many of us remember being told stories on our parents knee or in bed. I think this is part of the bonding process between children and parents. We attended last night the Mendip storytelling Circle which was in the local village hall in Farringdon. There were about 50  of us there and we were greeted by the sight of a very generous bread and cheese supper which I foolishly overindulged in and spent the next three hours disgorging the lovely local cheese. My problem is that I’m well for a few days, and I’m referring to my stomach situation, and then I think I’m free to carry on in my old ways. This is a big mistake.

We had six stories, one was about a young man who was waiting in a forest for his young lady. Along came an old man with a waistcoat that turned out to be a magical garment. If the wearer took hold of one of the golden buttons and turned it clockwise he could go forward into time. First of all, the young man refused it saying it wasn’t suitable for him but the old man said, ‘take it anyway’. The young man fast forwarded his life to meeting the girl, marrying her, having a child, having a new house, and then he ‘fast forwarded’ again to when he was dead. He realised, too late, that he had been so impatient to get onto the next stage of his life that he had missed out on the quality of enjoying ‘the now’.

In frustration, he turned the magic button the other way to when he was in the forest waiting his young lady. The old man came along again and the young man was glad to return the waistcoat to him. The old man chuckled saying “maybe it wasn’t the right thing for you after all”

There was another story about a young man who yearned for praise from his father and who only got it 30 years after he had first tried to prove himself by doing daring deeds.”it was worth the wait” said the son.

What I enjoy most of all is the fact that people can use their imagination. The atmosphere in the hall was quiet, almost hushed, and I could see people drinking in the ideas and using their imaginations.


Earlier on in the day we had gone to a course on evangelism. It was called New Expressions. Unfortunately it became obvious that the person who was running the first part of the course had yielded to pressure to do the job because he was not really identifying with the course material though the words were not incorrect. The problem is that we were under strength. There were only about 10 of us when the minimum for a lively group, or series of meetings, should be about 20. it was a lack lustre and forced event during which we had to discuss simplistic questions taking maybe two or three minutes before we had to stop and go on to the next point. I missed the joy, the spontaneity, the laughter. People were almost afraid to express themselves. Belief in God can either be the best or the worst thing that happens to you.

What really annoyed me is that we had to fill  in sheet saying how much we enjoyed the session, was it valuable, do we have any suggestions etc. I refused point-blank to fill in the forms because we were being asked for an instant reaction when very often the truth comes was when we are doing something else or occupied elsewhere. In other words you cannot control inspiration. We already have enough forms to fill in a moment without adding to them. I don’t mind filling in a form at the end of the day but not after each session of which there were three. How is that form filling supposed to improve the quality of anything.

Today I read quite a long letter to the other participants expressing my concerns. Whether anyone bothers to read it I don’t know but I have done my duty of care. Sometimes you fire ideas off into what appears to be thin air but good comes of it somewhere along the line. In fact, it’s none of our business. Our business is to be ourselves.

Illness – what to do?


For some weeks now I have been feeling faint, lethargic, unable to find the strength to do something which is at arms length. If I was a Duracell battery I would be empty. I’m quite glad that this has coincided with a period of the year where no particular demands are being made upon me except for the odd hospital appointment here and there.

A few days ago I decided to give in. I did not even dress but stayed in my pyjamas and dressing gown for the whole day, wandering around, reading the papers, watching TV from time to time. I got up at about 11 o’clock, went to bed about 7:30 PM, and stayed in the bedroom staring at the wall listening to the radio. I did not feel bad while I was doing this. There was nothing much that could have been done apart from time to minimise my horrible cough which was only partially successful but then I decided just to let nature take its course. I did not have to switch the phone off because there were not many calls anyway and we have to leave it on because of the odd emergency.

Yesterday, Thursday, we went to see some very old friends. One of my friends is up to date with the latest technology for measuring the human energy field. She measured me and found that I was far too active on the mental side and leaving myself with insufficient energy for self-healing. I was about six times as stressed as I ideally should have been. In a way it was a relief to hear this. She has prescribed me a course of pills, for no less a sum than £245 for two months, but she claims very significant improvements among her large client base.

I felt much better today and did some work on the allotment. it was a lovely day, sun shining and around 10°C. I think that the disease had largely run its course, the energy has come back to me, it was good to know how I was stressing myself which in a way is a self healer.

This evening, back to sorting out my books, watching TV and probably an early bed.

An interesting telephone call – was it a time waster?


Some weeks ago I wrote about smart meters in the local paper.  I just now received a call from someone of the “you don’t know me and sorry to trouble you” variety. She told me that she does not have a smart meter and is very electro sensitive but then tells me that the electricity company EDF is pursuing her for a bill that she does not think she owes. She was away in hospital for about a month and decided to deduct a percentage of her bill, about a third, and is refusing to pay the rest because she says she was not there. The sum in dispute is about £33. The company has threatened to take her to court unless she pays. I realised that if I started to talk about such things as fixed charges etc that would be a waste of time. I told her that the only occasion where it would be worth contesting the bill is if the overcharge was say £500 but the sum of £33  was far too trivial to argue about.

At this point I realised I was dealing with a very disturbed person. You don’t deduct a percentage of your own bill because you think you are entitled to do it. She complained that the company was making continual contact and asking if they could come round and put in a Smart Meter. I told her, just say no.    With regard to the bill I told her just pay it because she would lose the court case and further debt will accrue.

There are enough people with real grudges in the world who don’t get attention never mind people with imaginary grudges who want to save a few pounds by taking on a system. People, just make sure you don’t get into that type of situation in the first place. I told her she could change her supplier and said that she was speaking like someone who was in prison. I told the people change their suppliers in their hundreds every day of the week.

She said in a very tight voice ‘well thank you for your advice’. A pound to a penny it’s very unlikely that she will take notice of anything I said. Some people are just living on a different planet. God help them when things get really hard.

Water, water and not a drop to drink


Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot – Oh Christ!
That ever this should be.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs,
Upon the slimy sea.

From the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1797-8)

For me, there is no excuse.  I have had a bad couple of days. Water is the most essential thing is that the body needs in order to keep itself functioning. To my great dereliction for the last few months I have been drinking below what I should have been drinking and one fine day, actually last Friday, I was assailed with all sorts of pains and aches all over my body, a great pain in my lower back, the headache, some palpitations; this was my body saying in no uncertain terms that I need to pay attention to my water intake.

Last night I could not sleep the whole time. For some reason, pain is worse at night and I had to sit and watch TV in the living room at three o’clock in the morning because I could no longer lie in bed due to restlessness. Must be terrible to be a burns patient because there’s nothing you can do to minimise the pain even morphine has its limitations. I had been drinking like a fish for the last two days. It will take some time for homoeostasis to establish itself but I will make it. At least I had access to water. It must be dreadful to be without water and having to drink your own urine and then there is nothing left to drink. I believe you get delirious after a time.

I reckon it will take at least two weeks for the body to readjust itself to having adequate water and meanwhile I’m cutting down on tea, coffee and certainly alcohol.  it sounds drastic but if you just do it it’s not too bad.

To add to a dramatic day yesterday, in the morning Francoise was informed that her friend of 40 years standing had died in hospital. Even when you know it’s going to happen, it is to shock and nature needs to take its course and allow the emotion out.  This will necessitate a trip to London where our party is being arranged, a celebration of the life of the friend, which will happen when the Camden Council decide when the burial is going to be.


An unexpected interruption at Holy Communion this morning


Our local church has great ideas. Although we do not have a vicar in charge at the moment, services continue and we had our monthly communion at 11 o’clock this morning, Thursday, followed by a lunch provided by one of the ladies. The presiding vicar, Rev Trevor Stubbs, turned out to be quite a character. He had had living is in Africa, Sudan I think it was, Australia for three years various parts of UK, including Dorset and is now living in Chew Magna with his lovely wife.

He loves to be of service whenever he can and has taken over a youth facility at a local club. He also writes box under the group title White Gates Adventures and the strap line fantasy fiction with a spiritual heart. the last thing I expected was to be discussing around the table the niceties of self publishing. It is now possible to print economically one copy of a single book to the trend now is to publish on demand. I visited his website which I recommend you do as well.   He had a lovely sparkle in his eyes which shows that coming onto 80, I would estimate, is still full of the joys of spring. His sermon was very simple and said in effect that none of us are worthy to go to heaven but the key thing is to let the love of God clean us up from within and at least make the effort

During the services we sit up in the chancel. There were about a dozen of us and there was a very happy atmosphere. There was a noise during most of the Service when a pigeon or was it a rat was trying to escape from somewhere near the skirting boards.  At the end of the service it had quietened down so maybe it came for a bit of spiritual respite as well, why not.

I left the service in the splendid state of mind. Although cold, it was a bright blue sky and I gave thanks once more for being in the countryside.

I’m still not recovered from my cold and I think I have some flu so straightaway I went to bed. I find myself having unaccountable and uncontrollable shivers so I think this is the system trying to adapt itself. Our living room is toasty warm so once I have been sitting there for a bit I’m okay. Continue reading “An unexpected interruption at Holy Communion this morning”

Never quite a routine visit to RUH hospital, Bath


My eyes felt fine and I can see well but my last injection was in September and in the meantime water was collecting where it should not be. I had to wait a couple of hours, but as I reminded another patient, if she wanted it done privately with no waiting the cost of private treatment would be about £1500. She quietened down at this point.   They sterilize your eye then put a transparent plastic on your eye and inject as you see here. It is far worse in the imagination than in reality. They numb the eye first.

As my readers know I love the imagery and posters in the GUH corridors which always stimulate me.  Here is no particular order are some samples:

Not Michael Eavis (Glastonbury). Where does he get his energy from?

Multi dimensional thinking. Left and right brain marriage.

The mighty IKEA


Off to Bristol on our occasional / once a year trip to sample IKEA city where everything is on a vast scale. They must make a ton of money each day if you look at the 100 deep queues (lines in USA) of the customers. At 10am sharp today Sunday the people streamed in for cheap breakfasts (£2.65 for full breakfast but extra for toast, and £1 for coffee).

Thank goodness we arrived early – at 9.50 am to be precise – to be greeted with a deserted underground car park. When we emerged at 12.50 people were driving around trying to find spaces.

The interior was heaving with people most of whom had not just come for the entertainment but armed with tape measures, lists and having earnest discussions with their partners on what to buy. One lady was showing her stay at home husband what she intended to buy using Skype. IKEA arrange things so that you have to walk through the whole store to get to the check out. There are arrows on the floor but it is very easy to get disorientated. Much of what they sell is very well priced and SO cleverly designed. You have to steel yourself not to make ‘on the spur of the moment’ purchases.

I bought a Billy bookshelf to accommodate my ever growing family of books. Of the thousand I own I shall probably only get rid of 20 or so. Some will sit upstairs in the loft. I hate parting with books.  I have an extra 6m of book space  so taking into account the throwing away of papers etc. I have an extra ten meters of space. This is the first time in 6 years I have had a clear out and boy did it need it.

I can only do such much each day because the whole process is tiring. Apart from the physical side a lot of mental activity is required to decide 1. do I want the book 2. where do I put it 3. Do I file by author title or by book title.

That will be this week’s delight.

piles and piles of books


I knew the day had come. My obsessive desire for buying books, it is so obsessive as I realise I bought the same of the book 3 times. They were in rough order at first but now it is so difficult to find them, searching through about 1000 brightly coloured book covers. I almost need a team of trained librarians to come and help me.

The two big piles in the middle illustrated above are what I call my 9/11 pile. These are the books that describe how the world is not as we are told by the mainstream media. They include all David Icke’s books and if you pile them up they would be about 7 foot high. To the right of that is a pile about travel, or only a part of them. The pile on the right is books about reincarnation or some of them. To the left we have a pile of directories, again in 2 piles, and then to the left of that we have various editions of the Bible, and interpretations of the Bible. In piles you cannot see, books on mysticism, healing, psychic matters, and a very specialised section on Hitler and Stalin.

There are further substantial piles of books on art, a special section on Carlos Castaneda, and about 70 biographies.  I have about 20 m of shelving at the moment which is not nearly enough so off to IKEA on Sunday to buy yet another cheapo pine shelf I think about £55. In addition to that, I must throw some books away, books from whom I have derived all that it is possible to derive and it is very unlikely that I will read them again.

This will bring me down to about 800 books and this time they will be in clearly marked sections. I have already started reading them because the air is clearing. I’m reading about the autistic savant Daniel Tennent who can master a language in a couple of weeks and is happily living with his boyfriend Neil at the moment according to his latest book. Although I have some duties to perform with this diary, the 5G record, and AV people I have decided to go into hibernation or semi-hibernation this winter and do lots of reading. Mercifully and thanks to the good Lord, my eyes are not letting me down.

I went to a clinic in Bath and saw an Indian chap who gave me a very thorough osteopathic treatment and encouraged me to correct my stance. At the end of an excellent treatment he asked me about my psychic talents and said that he was interested in chakras. He told me that he had just attended a funeral of someone who has died aged 21 and that both he and the parents of the victim were both devastated. In spite of praying to God, my osteopath was still sad. He asked if there is anything I might be able to do. I said I would be delighted to but would he very much mind writing to me by e-mail since I was still in a post-treatment state and not able to concentrate as clearly as I would like.

a very impressive swan halfway down the high Street. We noticed that since our last visit, two more shops had been closed

I returned home and we decided to go to Wells. In retrospect perhaps I should not have gone and should have rested instead but I took a very gentle pace and only after an hour or so did I feel myself becoming shaky and visit was curtailed.  We had a very good lunch at our health food restaurant. This was preceded by a very generous beef pastie at a bargain price of £1.50. You could say I was being a bit greedy that my stomach now seems to be bullet-proof and I seem to be able to give it a small amount of overuse without it complaining.  Such a change from a week or so ago when I could scarcely keep anything down.

Today was a lovely sunny day and although cold, was windless so the temperature of 3 to 4° did not bother us at all.

An evening in front of the fire watching the discussions on Brexit in Parliament and reading my book.

finally some commonsense from Australia about Brexit


Sky News reporter NAILS IT on Brexit

I think the British public is desiring neigh gasping for someone to say something not involving grovelling to Europe. Listen to this lady spell it out.

This morning I went for morning coffee at my local church. During the event, a man walked in who I did not recognise and joined in our group. We were chatting about travel. He interposed when I commented about travel to South Africa. This was his first time with us; he had seen the notice outside. First off, he gave information that as he had a heart condition it was desirable for him to be healthy; he maintained his walking of 10,000 steps a day from Hallatrow to Tesco’s in Midsomer Norton and back.

It turned out that he and I were great travellers. He is due to go to South Africa for three weeks for which he had budgeted £4000 for him and his partner including some safaris. He got a return via virgin to Johannesburg for £695 and relies on AirB&B for his accommodation. He had everything planned out very much like I do. we had a great chat and I hope to see him on his return.

I’m still celebrating my recovery from my stomach acid problem. I can’t believe it but I can eat anything within reason, though it must not be excessive amounts through, and it just goes down without complaint. I’m going to have an endoscopy in a few weeks time but I wonder if I even need it. I suppose I should go because they encourage you to go every couple of years at my age anyway.

I see there was another drone or drone like object which temporarily stopped aircraft departures and arrivals at Heathrow. Maybe it was a UFO , who knows?


Scientologists on the rampage


We have the pleasure of going to a Saturday lunchtime party yesterday  where the affable host was showing cartoons designed by his son.  As time went on, he was a little bit more fulsome in his discussion of his 35-year-old son’s mental problems which had culminated in a stay in a psychiatric hospital for some months.

He had evidently been mixed up with a cult and I being ever alert and attentive enquired what the cult was, having been involved in a cult myself for considerably longer than I should. I discovered it was the Scientologists that the son became involved with at the tender and impressionable age of 19.  He said how the whole thing started off gently enough but then the son became more addicted and dependent upon the Scientologists who continually asked him for money after the infamous E Meter test. He once tried to pay them off to try and get rid of them but they were simply stimulated into asking for more money. His parents lent him thousands of pounds which of course they will never see.

What is it I wonder about the human being that causes perfectly normal people to be suckered into a group that gives them nothing and takes everything. It is probably ignorance and fear and embarrassment. I believe that people who have been stalked only complain when this happened 20 times. Many people who have been financially scanned do not come forward for fear of embarrassment. The lesson I draw from this is that no matter how stupid you feel, you should go to someone and tell them. They will probably give you the best advice about how to stop being conned. This also applies to Internet fraud where otherwise intelligent people give away their bank details following an apparent call from their bank or their solicitors telling them that the bank has changed its account.

Returning to the example, the parents have incorporated in their will the fact that a big proportion of the estate which goes to the son, one of two Siblings, will go into trust with three people as executors so if the Scientologists ask him for more money (“they never give up”) he will not be able to give his money to them. He has agreed to this but then people with a weak will agree to anything.

All this sort of thing is more likely to happen in a society that is isolated. We need to learn to share the good and bad with each other. That’s what friends are for after all.


Clutton Horticultural Society


We had not been for absolutely ages but decided to go because the theme was humour and romance in the garden.   One picture is worth 1000 words and that is why I enjoy slideshows which can help you improve your own garden in a small way or fundamental way if not now than later.

I’m on my double dose now of medication which means that my acids, no longer troubles me. It’s a bit like brute force but anything is better then the burning pain of acid. I’ve been recommended to take acupuncture treatment which are someone said will help me to digest what is going on in the world, which I cannot stomach. Funny how these sayings are relevant. I was able to consume the bread and cheese buffet without any consequent pain.

I met Martin from the computer department at Bath University and shared my interest in finding some help with a new database which I need in the event of going ahead with the guide to retreats in the UK. He said he would pass the word around. He also gave some very wise advice,  which strangely enough I had not thought of, to look around and see what is available already.  I quickly discovered the Retreat Association which does a pretty good job listing up to 200 retreat centres in the UK

There is another one called the Christian holiday guide which lists a few places in the UK, about 13, a strangely named site called which lists about 20 retreat centres. The last edition of the Good Retreat Guide was published in 2010 and I think that events have overtaken this guide in that the Internet has become far more sophisticated and publication of such material is much easier. Due to Martin’s few words of advice, which he probably didn’t think was very important, I saved myself a lot of time and energy contemplating a plan that is probably no longer realistic in terms of energy input.



New Years Resolutions


Looking back on 2018 the only regrets I have are small ones,. When I was having my new site designed by a guy in Romania who really had no clue about what he was doing, he morally blackmail me halfway through the job by saying that he done a lot of work and I needed to pay the first installment.  OK it was a couple of hundred quid so no big deal but it was the fact that I let myself being pushed into something because I really needed the work to be done.

I’ve decided to be more tolerant but less tolerant. I think we need to call out people who are idiotic for examples of Brighton and Hove Council who said that we must assume that boys can menstruate as well as girls this is part of the loony left as they were called and I think the following poster sums it up very well.


My stomach continues to be problematic. I can hardly eat anything without acid pains and believe me the acid is strong so it can eat you up a bit in the wrong place. Let’s hope the medical examination comes soon.

In spite of all I continue to enjoy the peace and quiet. Some people are back at work, some people are not.The roads are half empty. There are long lines outside the recycle. The schools had not yet gone back. Peace reigns for the most part. ahead

The peace and quiet of New Year’s Day


One thing I don’t like is crowds, not any more anyway. I was watching the spectacular fireworks display in London on the Thames, 11 min where the sky seemed to be one solid phosphorous bomb with sounds to match.

For once we did not partake of any alcohol. I’m having to undergo a food revolution at the moment because as I have mentioned previously my stomach doesn’t need any supply of alcohol or anything containing sugar and I’m having to learn the hard way. Sugar has no known the beneficial use so I understand from various articles. I realise that for the last decades I have programmed myself or allow myself to be programmed if privately this sweet stuff when in fact it does no good to my body at all. It does not supply anything that is missing. You could say that a sweet tooth is addictive.

Yesterday afternoon I broke my role and had a couple of glasses of white wine. A few hours later, I got the most acute discomfort in my stomach, the upper regions thereof. It’s a bit like toothache, it’s inside you so you can’t reach out and remove it. I must admit I was bad company because I was rolled up on the sofa with a hot water bottle clutched in my front.

I have been continuing work on a site I have created called AV people which encourages continuity of friendship amongst those who have attended a conference one of which happens every year. I sweated blood, and quite a lot of money, get the website right and then announced to people that I was ready to receive people onto the site in other words beta testing had taken place.  The first note was on 14 December from which I got about eight people, the second bulletin was on about 29 December and so far I’ve got no responses from 32 of the 40 people who said they were interested in joining. I probably picked the worst time of year in fact I can’t think of a time of year that is worse so maybe I’m my own worst enemy in terms of being impatient for results.

I have gloriously free diary for 2019. No doubt I will start gardening again in April when things finally start to grow though with this change in climate you never know what’s going to happen when. I read that spring blossoms have occurred in a cherry tree two weeks ago someone in the Midlands. I’m going to spend much more time this year in devotional reading. I am a Christian after all i.e. a believer in Christ and I need to keep my friendships in repair so speak. This is mostly a solitary task since most of the people of my age range are fixed in their ideas and I cannot talk about some of the more radical ideas I have never mind 911 or smart meters or 5G or alien invasion or directed energy weapons – the sort of thing that Midsomer Norton people are so used not talking about.   I have a couple of people that I can share things but then it’s like preaching to the choir. The thing I enjoyed most of all is imparting information to people who are really interested.

Looking back on 2018 I suppose there’s things I could have done differently. I am fairly easy come easy go with the exception of gardening  jobs that I will only take if I like the people. I’m very pleased with my 5G site, 5G which is now the greatest reference site in the world but the problem is it is not very friendly and there is a limit to how friendly you can make a site with 3 1/2 thousand references. I shall probably slow down a little bit because there is a limit to the amount of times you can say the same thing twice.

I’ve also slowed down a bit on this diary in mind that you’re reading now. I make no effort to publicise it as frankly it is a record for my own use in the main. It has become part of my regular routines and I would miss it if it were not there.   I’m now about 450,000 words, 463,837 if you must know, so in the next two or three months I should reach the half million word mark. I’m not so grand as War and Peace and about half what Samuel Pepys wrote in his lifetime. War and Peace has 587, 287 words.