A trip across country to see friends

I try not to make an entry unless there is something interesting or different to report. Last weekend I went to Peterborough to see an old friend. She is over 80 years of age and has severe back trouble. She has a walker frame which she uses to get around as well as she can, but in going across the Courtyard of the old people’s home where she lives, she was in so much pain that she had to take morphine. In spite of that I noticed there was never a complaint or any trace of self-pity. She is of exceptionally sharp mind if not a bit absent-minded but is most definitely ‘all there’ as we say.

Was a pleasure to meet her and those looking after her who happened to be of the same ilk. It is interesting how like attracts like and that includes a carer.

I can describe Peterborough as one of the most boring and Soulless cities in the UK. I did however visit a very large allotment with about 160 plots and that was an island of peace amidst characterless 1960s housing estates. My friend who is disabled actually has an allotment and has worked out which parts of her are functional, in the right leg in this case , and she can partially dig if someone else takes out the weeds. I enormously admire her courage and her enterprise; many others would have given up some time ago.

We visited a place in Northamptonshire where I was able to meet many old friends, I call them my ‘tribe’, and we had reminiscences going back almost 50 years. One of my friends has a farm or should I say some open pasture that they have converted into a type of farm with geese,  hens etc and they live an entirely rural life and are indeed planning to go off-grid. That is a very good idea if you can get your electrics right.

When we drive home to Somerset we avoid using the M4 motorway and go cross country. It is slightly less economical on petrol but it’s made up for by the absence of traffic and lovely scenery. Ok you get the odd motorist who decides to go slowly not to mention farm equipment and with double lines you cannot overtake. I suppose that’s part of the joy of living in the countryside. Trees coming into bud gave a therapeutic pleasure. We arrived home Monday evening.

We had done 355 miles over 5 days which is not bad. My Volvo loves long distances and the petrol consumption is very good (ghastly at suburban driving speeds).

It does take some time to adjust to being home. After a couple of days I’m really at home and getting back to what I laughingly call normal. When I am away, the entries that must be done on my covid site fall behind so I have to spend an extra few hours catching up. I should not use the word ‘must’ as it is a self-imposed task to keep a Samuel Pepys type record of this last two and a bit disastrous years.

I maintain four sites.  I don’t get paid for any of it. I do it for love and for the possibility of increasing public awareness. I’ve never seen so much evil extant and people seemingly are indifferent to it so the pressure is always on. I will do it until the Internet is switched off or curtailed. Someone down the line my site may be removed but as a re-publisher I would not be in the first line of threat .

I went to see an amazing chiropractor yesterday, I went to see her because of my stomach but it became obvious that she had a great understanding of the human body in general and how it functions. I was there for just over 2-hours and it really seem like half an hour. How time flies if you are enjoying yourself or should I say being fully occupied.

I have started to read a couple of books by C.S. Lewis. One of them is called How to be a Christian. Some of the references are a bit dated because they was written in the post-war period, The points left me with a feeling that the basic essentials of life and living do not change.

I have definitely benefited from a few days away from our home surroundings. I don’t have to do anything spectacular or expensive, it’s just that any change gives me a different set of stimuli and I am refreshed by that.  Time away from the computer is very good.



An interesting 24 hours

Last night and early this morning I was seriously questioning my ability to stay on this mortal plane. Food I had digested would not go down, I feel sick and listless without any energy. This morning I could not get out of bed and felt very cold. As I write this in the evening I’m glad to say that my spirits have been restored but it was an interesting journey.

I thought my heart was going to give up. Last Night the blood pressure reading was 210/110. This morning it had moderated somewhat to 170/91. At 8 this evening it has gone down to 158 / 82. I was on the point of thinking that I had to go to hospital but then I would be seen that as a potential covid patient because I’m the wrong age and I would have been kept there and would not have come out.

The sensitivity that I have is a good and a bad thing or should I say it has its advantages and disadvantages. I’m very sensitive to the the thoughts of others irrespective or distance. By the same token I must also at some level be aware of astrological changes not to mention the world situation. If that is combined with a need to make a change in behaviour, move forward and upward for example, then we have The Perfect Storm. The heart of course is at the centre of it. Matters of the heart not matters of the head.

An additional factor is my life style which due to my work with covid involves much sitting at the computer. Discovering new aspects of this is quite addictive but i have to manage to create at least some sort of balance between work and play.

I don’t know what was involved  but it wasn’t pleasant but now I feel like I’ve gone through some sort of barrier and I’m back to my normal form.

I came across this wonderful meme which sums up the whole problem of human nature.

There is more to food banks than meets the eye

This morning I went to our local men’s Christian group and dour of us were seated having our breakfast in Wetherspoons to sort out the problems of the world. You never know what is going to happen. We started off talking about swearing and abuse and how each one of us copes with it.

The conversation soon turned to the economic situation, the rise in petrol prices, council tax, gas and electricity and I opined that more people were going to attend food banks. Unbeknownst to me, opposite me sat a person who has had some experience of food banks. There is much more to this service than meets the eye. You can’t just have spare food on display and invite people in from the street to take what they want. My companion gave the example of someone who drove up a decent car, took what they wanted, and left without a word.

The key thing is to have a filter, a voucher that people have to present in order to qualify for their food. The idea is to give people enough for a family to provide breakfast lunch and supper for 3 days. The standard box of food is designed for this purpose. In order to get a voucher you have to go to Social Services, Citizens Advice Bureau or someone competent to assess your situation. On balance I feel this is a discipline that should be observed.

The act of giving out the food parcel can be an opportunity for Christian testimony in the way that it is given and the caring shown. The challenge is if the service be of such a disposition that they they can educe trust in the visitor and are thus seen as a potential source of advice. There is no act too simple for love to be expressed.

I said that some people would be put off off by having to admit they were poor and so should not have the voucher system but this is outweighed by the fact that some people are just plain and simple greedy and will take what they can on. For the four centres that my friend knows about there are about 60 volunteers. Any scheme needs volunteers and if you don’t have the volunteers you cannot provide the service.

End of story.


World speed record in dentistry

I have just returned from a visit to my dentist and as I type my mouth is still numb. Yesterday I had an impression taken for a lower plate. Today I went along to have it fitted and have 3 teeth removed. After a pain injection, the removal of 3 teeth plus the insertion of the new plate was 90 seconds I kid you not. My teeth were in such bad condition that two of them had holes right through. I was told off for not using fluoride toothpaste which apparently repairs some of the damage.

The universality of thought is something that Mike Adams, The Health Ranger, I can you wholeheartedly recommend this video to you as an instrument of self healing and a catalyst to realising our important part in Society.

Last Sunday we had our usual Wetherspoons Sunday breakfast – porridge and coffees £1.99 – followed by our Standing the Park meeting at 10 am as people do all over the country and for all I know all over the world. There were about 8 of us. We meet, new things to discuss. Normally at least one person turns up for the first time and they are warmly welcomed.

We then went along to Glastonbury to celebrate the the equinox in Chalice Well. As usual, there was an exceptionally good atmosphere where you could talk to anyone and be accepted for who you are. Oh that this could be extended to society in general. It is now full of Fear. Today I hear that North Somerset where I live as one of the highest levels of covid. All it means is that they have turned up the number of cycles – probably from 24 to 40 – in what is basically a fraudulent and discredited PCR test.

After that we popped into a festival of old cars at Downside Abbey which I think will become more famous as more events are arranged there.

Tuesday morning at 9 a.m. I had my first appointment of two with the dentist who took an impression. I was told I had 3 teeth which there was no hope of saving so now I have nearly a full plate at the top and will have a half plate at the bottom. Lucky to have found such a competent dentist otherwise I really don’t know in what condition my teeth would be in by now. However, I am 77 years of age, and I suppose I must make some allowances for degradation.

Later on in the day I had an endoscopy at the RUH in Bath. First of all I demanded or should I say asked for sedation but I did not realise that when the endoscope is placed via the nose rather than via the mouth the normal gag reflex is avoided. All they do is to spray your nose and throat to numb you up so it is not quite so uncomfortable. The staff were very helpful and encouraging.

At the end of the procedure which lasted about 10 minutes I got a written report from the supervising doctor together with coloured pictures of my esophagus.

I reckon to do this privately would cost me about £500 so while the health service is still in existence I proposed to take advantage of it.

Today I cleared up one of the plots that had been vacated on my allotment. On my return home I got a a very nice letter from someone who wanted an allotment. I wrote to her saying that I had prepared the allotment for her but it was not part of my conscious thinking process. I just love it when things go right timing -wise. Anyway she is viewing the allotment tomorrow and if she wants it she can have it.

It has been so pleasant to have a sunny relatively warm period pf time. The week is set to be sunny with no rain and this makes a wonderful environment for outdoor activity. I shall soon start to advertise for gardening work. I must make some preparation for the higher price of petrol, higher council tax rates and higher gas and electricity prices.

I estimate the overall increase in expenditure has got to be about £1,500, 2000 dollars to my American readers

And so we have to paddle to stay in the same place.


A couple of day’s break

Chard in Somerset must be one of the least exciting places to stay but we found ourselves there in a very charming bed and breakfast as we were desiring a short break from sitting in front of the computer plus all the other excitement that Midsomer Norton can bring. We left last Friday week in incessant rain and ended up at Lyme Regis where the wind and the rain was so bad that most shops were closed. In the good old British way we made the best of things. After battling in the wind we left to meet the very charming Chinese lady who ran the B and B.

It is a relief to see that mask wearing has diminished as we observed in the high street. Chard is actually part of the A30 which runs through the High Street. A record number of clarity shops were in view. I bought some very nice waterproof trousers for £10 and two sets of stamps from around the world for £5.

On Saturday we visited Seaton which is on the coast.  The weather was sunny and dare I say warmer. The beach was unremarkable but we found a wonderful old Tramway which has been kept going for the benefit of tourists. It runs for about 3 miles through some marshes and was a link used by trains from London so that people could come and enjoy the coast. This was from Victorian times and onwards to the closure at the Beeching cuts in the 1960s.

No visit to the seaside would be complete without a good old portion of fish and chips and we had such at an old-fashioned cafe at the end of the tram line. The trams were 100 years old at least. The upstairs section was  open but the downstairs were also open meaning plenty of room for the wind to blast across.

Petrol has shot up in price. My car costs about £115 to fill up and being a Volvo it is more thirsty on short distances. Combined with the 33% increase in electricity and gas from April, plus the increase in council tax, and I must go out and do more gardening work to pay for it.



A funeral of a friend – in retrospect

I have held off a few days to fully contemplate the passing of a person I have known for 45 years. We journeyed up via Avebury avoiding the M4 and I paid my respects to the ancient stones. In some way I feel they comprise an advanced communication system, otherwise such stones would not be placed in strategic places throughout the world.

The funeral occasion (I will not say ‘service’ for reasons given later) was due to start 2pm but we turned up before 1pm. The body was on view in the living room in a casket. I did not want to see it as I preferred to remember the person as I knew them in life.  There were about a hundred of us. Half of them were a younger generation that I had never seen before never mind knew the name of.  Some others

had not met for 3o years and had difficulty recognizing. Most of the time over sandwiches was spent catching up. It was a jolly occasion with everyone dressed as they normally would. Only one person wore black.

At 2pm the four coffin bearers took the casket to a garden area where an immaculately dressed grave had been dug. Boards were placed over the pit and the casket laid on it. By this time it had been closed.

Anyone who wanted to could say a few words – some said many words – about the life of the deceased and what it had meant to them. This lasted about 30 minutes. Particularly emotional were the youngsters who had looked to the deceased as a role model.  There was praise for his inclusivity – opening his home to all and sundry and doing what he could for everyone.

The casket was them laid to rest with the aid of white ribbons. People then threw pieces of soil down in the grave as a symbol of saying a final good bye.

We then returned to the house for refreshment. There was a marquee in the garden where drinks of all types were waiting. People just helped themselves. I had a couple of glasses of champagne with orange juice.  Later on at about 6pm some Indian food was served. We left about 10 pm after many goodbyes and ‘see you soon’.

As I believe in life after death, or should I say the continuity of life I should mention that when I heard of the passing I felt no sense of loss. It’s like the individual concerned has changed their job or moved up to a higher level to continue their work. I found the same when my own son died at the age of 3. There was a change in atmosphere but no ‘loss’ as such. I have been aware of him being around from time to time. Someone suggested that he may have been instrumental in helping me meet my wife. Who knows.

An upcoming Funeral of a friend

It is ages since I have been to a funeral. Six years ago I went to one such occasion, a close friend of Francoise. I did not attend the service but stood outside as we arrived late.  The mood was chatty and friendly. After we went to a wake in a local pub in Haverstock Hill. For this funeral the protocol is to wear what you feel comfortable with. I breathed a sigh of relief as i dont do suits or ties come to that.

This time, we need to go to a place near Banbury. The forecast is for rain, which is a pity as the casket will be bought out and displayed for an hour or so. I hope there is cover.  I am very tired and a bit worn out by so much data entry on my covid site ( so we will make a bit of a break out of it and stay overnight at a hotel, Day’s Inn as it happens, with a bargain rate of £33 per night. Premier Inns where we usually stay are currently £80 per night as are most other hotels.  Our hotel has no restaurant but there is one in the adjoining Service Station on the M40.

We shall visit the nearby Royal Leamington Spa Sunday morning, a town that I do not recall visiting.

This morning I met for a breakfast meeting with my men’s group.  The venue is in Wetherspoons. There were five of us. The conversation normally starts with trivia and then moves on in a manner dictated by the mood of the moment. This time I started the ball rolling by bringing up the topic of the forthcoming funeral.  We discussed the importance of closure. Ian Rousell who is the minister of the near by church of St. Peters in Westfield discussed whether it was a good idea to view the body.

He agreed with me when I said I would prefer to remember the person as they were when they were living. As I am meeting many people that I have not met for years, it will be a time for updating, plus reconciliation and closure where necessary and indeed where possible.

The ‘war’ in the Ukraine gives everyone a chance to divert from Covid and make everyone afraid about a possible forthcoming war. It’s about time people realised that we are in a war and the was is against us, the people. Klaus Schwab talks of the ‘Fourth Industrial Revolution’. He might as well talk of the Fourth Reich for that is what it is. The Nazis never went away; they were just exported to the USA and other countries where they continued their work.

A serious catch-up after over 2 months

Written early January 2022

An inordinate amount of time has passed since I wrote my last entry. My wife and I are basically well but I’m affected with teeth trouble or should I say lack of them, when a couple of teeth on my top gum gave up the ghost and I have had to have a complete classical template made.

We take our teeth for granted but try eating food without them. I know someone without teeth whose gums have become so hard that he can eat any food but I don’t think I’m going to join that number just now.

Covid continues in its craziness. Boris is talking about locking down the whole country because of one or two fake variants called Omicron which by the way is an anagram of moronic. I am expecting another one in April. Covid is the code name for a five year plan of frightening others, so I expect one frightener after another until everyone has had the vaxx.

The amount of data being released each day involving covid exceeds my ability and energy to make a record of it on my covid site which in case you didn’t know is is I therefore have to pick out articles that make fresh points, or articles that give a particular new insight into the whole matter. There are no lack of them.

Fascinating that people may acknowledge that there are a number of the vaccinated who are dying and suffering from having had the so-called vaccines and then blindly go and make their booking for a booster.

Cognitive dissonance Plus. Even doctors and nurses cannot make the connection between the vaccines and the rapidly increasing deaths.

I am convinced that instead of just talking about the topic and complaining that the government are misleading people we need to  gather together in groups and actually help each other along the way by giving support.

For the last two Fridays I have had a support group at my place and we are seeing signs of growth. Last time we had seven people and the next time I hope to have a dozen.

later on 17th February 2022

I am now ready to resume my diary. I am not sure what form it will take. ‘The pen is mightier than the sword’ as they say so we will see what comes out.


A few days in Plymouth

I have been away for a few days. We went to stay at Premier Inn (East)  in Plymouth. The town itself is historically a naval establishment with deep harbors which was why it was chosen. There are no sandy beaches within about half an hour’s travel so you would need a pretty good reason to go to Plymouth which in our case was to see my friend Steve and his wife.

We visited an art gallery which is the Pride of Plymouth called The Box, to which I would recommend anyone on account of its vivid portrayal of local history particular with regard to naval history. During my time there we had lunch. We sat next to four people in a family group. One of them, a male of about 50, had the most amazing presence. He combined a great objectivity of reasoning and observation with compassion. It was my wish to speak to him and in a way congratulate him on being an example of a good human being but I was slightly put off because there were three other people with whom he was engaged in an animated conversation. I do do outrageous things but this was possibly a step too far.

I was particularly struck because I realized that although he had not said anything to me or made eye contact he had made a considerable impression which lingered through the day. I realized (again) how important consciousness was.

Premier Inns I cannot praise highly enough. The bedrooms feature comfortable mattresses and a quiet environment. Breakfast is to die for. You can have all you can eat, and quite a lot took full advantage of this, for £9.99 If you just wanted a continental breakfast which in itself was quite substantial, £7.99 also by cheerful waitresses For Whom nothing was too much trouble. Photograph we went to Totnes and I went to an appointment with a  recommended doctor who is also a traditional acupuncturist. I’ve been sleeping badly in recent months and the doctor thought this was due to lack of B12 for which he gave me a shot. He took my blood and it will be sent to a clinic for examination to see if there are any defects in my nutrition or system.

Totnes is definitely something special. It’s a combination of Glastonbury and London in the 1960s. It’s easy to talk to anyone; the level of acuity and and abstract thinking is very high. Whilst there I wanted to get my hair done but the two barbers that I went to both said that they only took bookings by apps. I was annoyed by this – what about people have no fancy mobile phones or just a casual passer by.

I also visited another establishment called the freedom Centre to meet a charismatic lady called Bonita who gives people total immersion courses for healing using various types of instruments such as spooky 2, Bemer etc. You book in for the week and are given what treatment you need to make you balanced and happy. Charges were very reasonable.

Until I lay down on my bed on the first evening of arrival I did not realise how tired I was and one of the functions of the last few days was to make me realise that I did in fact need a holiday. It is true that I have been working almost every day for the past 2 years with very little break but I do enjoy what I do do. It is almost a handicap when your spirit drives you so strongly that you tend to forget you have a body and I must try and spend more time walking, communing with nature and allowing it to heal me.

From the 5G point of view there is some in Plymouth but it didn’t affect me nearly so much as my recent trip to Bristol which pretty much laid me out as I’ve previously recorded.

The journey by car to and from Plymouth took about 2 hours 20 minutes and we were attended by lovely weather. OK there were sunny periods and showers but it was warm for the time of year anywhere between 12 and 15 degrees centigrade.

On my return I did not know who I was so I gave myself 24 hours to ‘arrive’ and now I am back on my computer with the inevitable list of ‘things to do’.

Sunday morning – a time for reflection

Yesterday Saturday the 30th of October we decided on an impulse to visit Bristol and see an exhibition on the history of street art. As it happens we did not make the exhibition due to it being full but we did have a chance to walk around Bristol, jumping between the showers, to see how things were.
Many more people than we expected were wearing the masks. Maybe they have just  into the Habit and see it as a security blanket. I wonder how many times people put the same mask on and off. It is more like a a virus manufacturing factory or a petri dish than anything else if you consider the the product of of the nose and mouth being confined in a small space.

The main thing I noticed was the effect of 5G go on me. I am not used to this in rural somerset. I can tell when there’s high activity as I get prickles in my head and it feels like my body is being scraped with a wire brush. We had to escape after a few hours because I couldn’t take it anymore. It brings a type of heaviness to the body that dulls the senses and makes me feel less like me. How on earth people put up with this I do not know.

We did visit an art gallery where there was a photographic exhibition. You now have to get a ticket even though the exhibition is free. This is being introduced all over the place and is all designed in my opinion to work with passports that identify everything you do do including where you go and who you meet with.

We also visited my favorite restaurant, Cosmo, which is a buffet style ‘all you can eat’ establishment where I was happy to pay £12.99 for a Saturday lunch. It was good and the service excellent. To those of you not used to a buffet situation, I recommend that frequent visits and small taster plates are the way to go. I hope the threatened lockdown does not put another spanner in the works.

With reference to be above, I wonder what sort of protection will be available for our DNA when 5G increases its hold, never mind the umpteen thousands of satellites that are blasting 5G at us 24/7. Alas there is no getting away from it.

Bad news by the bucket-load

My inbox always greets me with the latest slew of developments in the roll out and manifestation of the so called ‘vaccine’ – actually a bio-weapon for the compromise of our immune system. It varies from day to day but here is this morning’s selection of headlines:

Just sickening, these I’m All Right Jacks clamouring for Plan B

It’s shameful using Colin Powell’s death to demonise anti-vaxxers

The Covid testimony of Dr Peter McCullough – Part 4: Malfeasance and abusing Mother Nature

TV’s Dr Hilary Jones: Compensate vaccine victims promptly

The biggest church demolition job since Henry VIII

Big Pharma Owns the World

The Vaccine: A Religious Exemption for the Whole World

The Covid Conspiracy Is Real and It Has US in Its Grasp

America Is Now a Kleptocrapocracy

It’s Time To Disobey Covid Mandates

J’Accuse! The Gene-Based “Vaccines” Are Killing People.

Common Vaccine Injection Mistake Can Kill Heart Muscle Cells

Ivermectin for Colorectal Antitumor Properties

Move Over, SARS-CoV-2 – More Lethal Version on Its Way

“…we see clotting – not from virus, but from spike from the vaccine itself…”

Food rationing to be announced in America… here’s what to expect in 2022

Vaccination Rates Not Linked to Lower COVID Rates, Epidemiology Paper Finds

Please note that the above list is half of the news feeds received between 10pm last night and  8am this morning.

For unknown reasons my burden is to archive all these manifestations of doom ‘for the record’, or posterity, so that when and if this madness is over we can look back and wonder what hypnotised us in to accepting such a situation.

Do you not get the message that something so serious is afoot that the future of homo sapiens is at stake. If we go on at this rate there will not be any humans left by 2030?

How are we supposed to keep up our morale?

I have part  of the answer.   When I wrote the above I had not left the house since the previous evening.  I went out for a comfort food breakfast which involved going through a field. I felt immediately lifted. I reckon a large part of the answer is to develop a relationship with nature. Nature is like a wise and loving friend. Do you believe that trees speak to you? if not, why not. They are sentient. They communicate with each other so why not with us.

A friend of Francoise (my wife) met someone in her painting class who likes embroidery. The friend invited her to her house to enjoy the craft together. Only one problem – the friend is a firm believer. She has had her two jabs and the booster. She saw on the media that the number of ‘cases’ is increasing so it is no longer safe to go to Bath. Will the friend shed the products of her compromised immune system to Francoise? Probably not but its the fear that is difficult to live with.

This ‘pandemic’ or ‘casedemic’ is certainly dividing people.

New phase in my diary writing – Day one

From now on I shall be writing about the world as I see it from the Christian point of view including self development and how I see the whole co**vid thing. Day to day matters are less important especially as another fake lockdown comes upon us. If there is one sure thing, we are all going to suffer with deaths, restrictions and shortages this winter. I write from the UK.

I attempt to read the bible – or at least a commentary – each day.  I received a good message via the Internet on the topic of suffering.

I find the bible is good source of in-spiration and the message below sums up what our attitude should be very eloquently

Why Can We Hope in the Midst of Suffering?

Based on the following verses, we discover the Bible instructs to have hope in suffering because:

Our sufferings are “light and momentary” and “are achieving for us an eternal glory” (2 Corinthians 4:17). Paul reassures that when viewed from eternity, our pain will appear short-lived.

God is with us through every trial. “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles…” (2 Corinthians 1:3-4).

Suffering produces a mature faith. “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything” (James 1:2-4 NIV).

Christ gives us His peace. “I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33 NIV).


Last night – Wednesday 20th October 2021 – I attended a local history evening at a local village, Oakhill. The whole was carefully and meticulously presented and I enjoyed it.  The one horror story was that the majority of those attending wore masks. Not the pathetic blue ones  but industrial sized fairly air-tight masks which must reduce oxygen intake and prevent exhalation of carbon dioxide by at least 10%. I saw a lady who could hardly stand – the must have been about 80, struggling to breathe. What torture these people are enduring and for why.




How to put your audience to sleep

Yesterday Friday I was called by an old contact to come along to a lecture about 5G. The venue was in Dorset but only 40 minutes from our home so we thought ‘why not’.

About 50 of us gathered in a light (too light as it turned out) and modern village hall to hear the speaker (I will not name him) talk about aspects of 5G

The talk was given by a mechanical engineer of 20 years standing. It’s one thing  knowing about a subject but it is quite another getting it across to a group of people. It was quite clear from one glance that the audience was knowledgeable. If I had been a lecturer I would have started by some interaction asking where the audience was from and what interest they had in 5G

He started off in a hesitant fashion. He had a rather small projector which unfortunately wasn’t capable of focusing. I believe that the lens was dirty. All lenses need cleaning from time to time, but also that the projector was very ancient. My eyesight is fairly good but I could not read anything beyond the headline of the screen and had this lecturer been less concerned with what he could see on his laptop and more concerned with what was on the screen behind him the the talk would have taken a different turn.

It is not quite the English thing to interrupt a speaker during the first minutes of his talk but it was quite clear that we would not be able to rely on anything we saw on the screen or did not see on the screen and this put a damper on the proceedings.

The first law is to make sure your projector is setup and working properly. Please arrive in good time. This enables you to set up and then meet with the public and engage with them.

He also did not have a remote control. He was standing between the projector and the screen and interrupting half the image that was to be seen by the audience. It was extraordinary that no one had told him about this. I would have done so but I do hate to be the one who is always complaining.

Some people have voices that are just plain dull and monotonous. I said to someone outside that if I wanted a cure for sleeplessness I would listen to him. It was also clear that he had not prepared his talk and he was going to and fro  finding references instead of there being a flow.

Someone said to me that if you try to appeal to everybody you appeal to nobody. I am sure that that most of us knew as much as he did and so we became progressively more bored. I dropped off to sleep at one point.

I eventually escaped outside and found about half a dozen other people who felt the same. We had a wonderful chat and found we have a lot in common. Francoise and myself met another couple with whom I shall correspond and meet with in the future.

The is none so blind as those who do not want to see

I have received recent correspondence from a long term friend whose husband has recently taken the ‘jab’. This is an extract from her letter to me.

Fact is – how are we going to win this war if people are not standing together? We get cyber bullying over this. My daughter had her vaccines and have thick veins showing on her legs now. My husband still has blood clots. His upper body gets warm and lower body cold, but one may not dare to say it is because of the vaccination.

He also denies it but me and my son can see the quality of his life is not the same. We can just pray that the blood of Jesus will cleanse them and run through their veins.

To which I replied:

The sooner that people realise that this is a devilish plan to get people to kill themselves the better. Vitamin C and D and zinc may do it but alas their DNA has been changed.

I do not envy doctors, scientists or anyone else in positions where covid is involved. If they speak out, they will  be censored or fired. This means that they will lose their career, their livelihood and their pension. By keeping silent they are accepting their 30 pieces of silver. No wonder, they anesthetize themselves. The problem will come this winter when the effects of the first round of vaccines will hit home i.e. lots of people will die.

Covid is a plan, a brand with a 5 year life span. Governments throughout the world including us in the UK are prolonging this by keeping the fear ramped up so the public will content again to go into ‘lockdown’, or wear masks indoors, or other nonsense. Covid is the tail, the governments are the body of the dog.  Covid has been chosen as an invisible ‘frightener’.

The phrase ‘frighten people out of their minds’ rings true. I reckon people would amputate their big toe if told that that would keep them safe. The ‘vaccine’ neither prevents infection or stops its transmission but people behave like obedient robots and do what they are told.

Here in Midsomer Norton there are very few awake people.  We know of about four. I am sure there are more around but apart from standing in a park how do you meet them.  I have sympathy for those standing up for body sovereignty who live on their own.  OK you have ZOOM meetings and social media but its not the same. Proximal contact face to face cannot be beaten. We are social animals and – by the way – part of nature.



It’s been absolutely ages …. since I wrote my diary.

It is true that I have been busy – over-busy in fact. I went to Manchester to stay with an old friend. We spent our time driving around the area. Manchester and surrounds are not the most beautiful in the north so to get to anywhere attractive you need to drive for over an hour.

The furthest place we visited was the Isle of Anglesea. This was our first visit and I realised I has underestimated the size. It is 715 square km.  We discovered an old brick making works on the north coast and then we went to the opposite side of the island to visit the most beautiful beach I can recall for some time.  The sand was fine and the weather was hot.


The whole life change situation of the five year plan code named Covid has been taking the vast majority of my time and has affected my sense of priority. I am applying myself to the war against technocracy because I want to remain in a world populated by human beings as opposed to semi-autonomous ‘beings’ that will have lost their humanity, sense of compassion, love etc.

Local matters that I found important have now receded somewhat. I shall be keeping a diary but it will refer to my daily experiences from the point of view of a fighter for truth. This must sound terribly corny but alas it is ‘do or die’ and I refer to a spiritual death.    I keep myself alert by adding daily entries to my web site  I am not the campaigning type so my contribution is rather more ‘behind the scenes’ – doing research, weeding out the wheat from the chaff, and presenting facts so that people can make up their own mind.

Frankly, most people on the planet have been brainwashed and frightened to a point when they are unable to think. My aim is to strengthen my fellow thinkers and perhaps influence those wavering beings who realize that all is not what it seems to be.

I do not know how regular my entries will be but I can only state my intention. I may well about ‘ordinary’ things but don’t hold your breath.

An enchanting walk and a break from the computer

Yesterday Friday we decided to have a day off and go for a walk in the country. The Mendip Times carries a monthly recommended walk which in June was to a forestry commission wood south of East Harptree here in Somerset. Apart from the fact that we got lost a couple of times the day was an absolute delight with perfect weather, not warm and even sultry with very little wind. The flowers on the the resting fields were at their best as were the grasses so it was a real transcendent experience to walk through them.

We stopped for lunch at a pub in East Harptree which was one of the best traditional pubs I have come across with a lovely garden and a beloved and looked after interior. With our drinks we had a small portion of chips which were cooked just right with fat that didn’t make me feel sick which is quite a bonus. I would have loved to stay there on a bed and breakfast basis and just enjoy the countryside in the few weeks that we can call Summer.

We ended up at my favourite country cafe and I consumed a delicious chocolate cake, a bit too delicious alas and with a coffee. We had a chat to a man who was previously a police officer about his current employment as a worker in a hostel for disturbed adults. He was a nice enough chap and said to us on two occasions that you need empathy not sympathy otherwise you lose your boundaries and you might as well walk out of the door.

Today was less pleasant but we managed to go to Frome and meet a friend for coffee in her lovely artist’s house. We then went to the market and did not buy a lot of things and saved ourselves a lot of money but spent our money in the local Lidl branch where we did our shopping for the week.

I don’t have a lot of energy for creativity because the Covid based work is building up so much. Since the 1st of August 2020 I have 6,833 relevant links to various aspects of Covid and these are sites all around the world. The future continues to look bleak, especially with so many people adopting the attitude of sheep. I just uploaded a reminder that Boris Johnson’s father Stanley wrote a novel in 1982 called The Virus about the government releasing a deadly virus into the population as a cover for population control through a forced vaccine. A complete coincidence of course. I have also published an article about bracelets which can be used to make sure you stay at home which will be introduced into the United Kingdom during 2021.

Our allotments are doing very well. The recent rains have ensured that there is a huge spurt in growth and I am seeing food items particularly rhubarb just sitting there waiting to be picked. People do not realise how quickly stuff grows.

My partner Francoise needs to get some treatment for her back which is causing problems. Our friend in Frome recommended someone in Warminster who was very good but since the practitioner has taken the jab it would not be safe for Francoise to be in close proximity to her due to viral shedding. For the delights of this I refer you to my specialist website In the next fake lockdown the unvaccinated will be blamed for future casualties and cases when in fact the opposite will be true.

Covid is a huge filter for those courageous people who can distinguish the truth from the continuous lies that we have been fed. Lose four friends, gain two new ones seems to be the rule for me at least.


Pricey firewood and unexpectedly getting lost in the country

On Friday we went to Longleat to collect our supply of timber for the forthcoming winter season. Two our disquie rules and regulations have changed. They are not allowed to sell non treated timber in less than 1 tonne units for which you have to pay £154; Kiln dried is £173 per tonne. If you cannot carry a tonne away in your car you can return to pick up the balance. I later mentioned this to my local timber supplier. She knows people who can sell me a 1 ton bag for £65.

For some reason the manager at Longleat has been threatened by fines of £3,000 if anyone goes against the rules, AKA Government guidelines, a common enough tactic to get people to comply through fear. I think it’s all to do with carbon reduction and the elimination of log fires from people’s homes. Regrettably we shall not be returning again to buy such overpriced wood so this was our last purchase –  200 kg of kiln-dried wood which cost us about 46 pounds.

Today’s Sunday we just decided to go to the Book Barn (1 million books) because Francoise wanted to dispose of a number of unwanted books. She was told that they don’t buy books anymore but they do have a commercial system whereby they can resell job lots of 500 books and over. Since we only had 16 books with us, we realised that the only option was to give them as a donation which we were glad to do.

As the weather was warm we decided to go for a walk somewhere to be decided but on the way we went to our  favourite tea parlour in Chewton Mendip where we discovered a new owner had taken over, a South African. I have been to South Africa over 20 times and can recognise a South African accent when I hear one even though it might have been modulated due to years being out of the country. His name was Gerhard Perold. Gerhard is pronounced a different way with a different action of the tongue and throat on the ‘G’. We had a lovely quiche with salad followed by a lemon pie.

We then left for what I thought was the way to a forest but I lost my way and we ended up in another corner of Somerset where we went for a long walk along a river valley. It’s very easy to get disorientated when the sun not shining and we got well and truly lost which meant we ended up walking along some country roads in the pouring rain but we adopted the rule of having the valley on our left side and walked left left left until we found the car again. We decided for future walks to get a local map and a compass. You would have thought it would be an obvious thing to take on a walk but this time we only planned to go to the Book Barn and come back. So much for spontaneity, advantages and disadvantages.

Time, time everywhere and not a drop to drink

Time seems to be speeding up. It is true that more and more Covid material is landing on my desk and I have dedicated myself to adding it to my burgeoning website directory of ‘all things covid’. I still do not have time to do half the things I need to do, including reading, exercising or just relaxing.

This morning I went to collect some ordered scones for a tea party we are having today. I popped in to Lidl first thing and admired their huge £1.50 offering of mixed vegetables and fruit. It could almost keep a single person going for a week. We reckon there is about £6-£7 worth. What you cannot see here is a pomegranate and a melon.

Last Saturday we went to Wells and to another visit to the allotments and gardens. They still insist on charging one time visitors £15 so if you are coming from afar and cannot take advantage of the unlimited visits per year then ‘cough up or shut up’ seems to be the motto.

Locally, The Methodist Church here in Midsomer Norton is willingly following the government guidelines. This is the first time in my life I have seen that you have to book to come to Sunday worship.

I am increasingly worried about forthcoming food shortages which are due to deliberate policy of food destruction,  shortage of drivers (70,000 in the UK), shortage of labour to harvest food, disruption at ports around the world.  Those of you who eat might like to watch the 10 minute video.

Its going to be a different world out there. There is no escape.

For once it is a sunny day so I look forward to our afternoon tea with some new friends.



A weekend in London – conglomerate account and many images

We visited London between Thursday 17th June and Monday 21st June. The bus from Bath left 11.10 am and traveled the long route to Swindon (long diversion) and then Heathrow. Travel time the best part of four hours.

The last time we went the cost for the two of us was £25. This time it was £59.60. The train is about double that (£100 plus) so we think of what we would spend the saved money on. Buses are very sociable places and we often chat with others even in these Covid times.

To the Hotel, Premier Inn, in Haverstock Hill. I like a base for activities. We are staying for four nights. The first thing I do is arrange all my stuff in a familiar way. Its a bit like setting up home – in miniature. We discovered that the air-conditioning had failed so that was why the corridors were so steamingly hot and the ‘air conditioners’ did not work.  Even with the windows open, fresh air did not come in. This affected our ability to have a good night’s sleep. This explains why the prices were so reasonable.

We had a large influx of very strapping men with kilts. Scotland was playing football.

We planned to visit my sister and brother in law in South Croydon, an old friend in N21 (miles away)who we met on the Heath, A long established friend at the Army and Navy club in Waterloo, an old friend in Leatherhead,  lunch in Swiss Cottage with my oldest friend of 55 years, and finally two friends in Dulwich involving a visit to Dulwich Art Gallery and then a Greek Restaurant.

I have focused on advertising hoardings as this is a good indicator of how people are thinking, or not thinking. We will start with those and then move on.



How dare they invent such misleading nonsense.




Is this supposed to make someone more attractive?  Please.


common sense advertising – well done


Top of the range beef in a VERY expensive Hampstead shop (photographed at 2am on a night wander)











Some 20’s surrealist art in the Dulwich Art Gallery



Poppies at their best – Afternoon Tea


On a lovely sunny day, these poppies in our garden are full of light and colour.

Yesterday afternoon we had a delightful tea with two people on the same wavelength as us. We had lovely fresh cream, cottage cheese, freshly made scones, and a variety of teas. I can’t remember the last time I had such an occasion; as a bonus it was in a delightful conservatory attached to the property which gave an extra room to the house, 12-ft by 16- ft and was about the same size as an average living room.

It’s not often we make friends that are couples who are on our wavelength, red pill people I mean, this was certainly the case and we have arranged to meet again.

Earlier today I gave a business reading to my furthest flung customer, a German living on the south island of New Zealand who had to make decisions about whether to hire a particular person. I always look at the background and the childhood of the person to tell what qualities of dependent and honesty they have. Very often dishonesty is a sign of defensiveness when one has been attacked – often unjustly – in earlier years.

Boris has threatened to put off the time for opening up this country (UK) from the 21st of June as originally promised to 21st of July citing various variants that are appearing and the difficulty in getting hold of Vaccines. When will the great British public realise that Boris is working for someone else than the British people. I suppose when they get out of their fear induced trance.

More time for myself – a real tonic

Today I had back-to-back meetings about advertising my psychic and Remote Viewing  services in LinkedIn. This is an enormous potential marketplace with millions of people sharing with each other every hour of each day. The meeting was at 8 a.m. There was another meeting which was a video teaching conference lasting for two-and-a-half hours that again was very interesting and helpful. I seldom get a chance to learn new subject as I’m so busy maintaining what I do.

I went along for a routine check up of my new dentures this afternoon. The queues out of Bath were so long due to road works that I decided to give myself a little time to myself and went off to the Kennet and Avon canal which goes to London via Chippenham. In the local restaurant adjacent to the canal I treated myself to a latte and the best drizzle cake I have ever had in my life. It was so good that I had to go back to the chef and tell her.

A tented area to enable boat servicing in the winter

Many boats parked up. (Dundas Aqueduct)

I realised that I need to take frequent breaks even small breaks but I do need a break from the computer and from my immediate environment and it it refreshed to me in a way that watching television and even reading books  does not. It’s all part of my new birthday resolution to give myself more rest and recreation; the day before yesterday it was music and today it is little treats like I allowed myself.

I went on a zoom call this afternoon talking about how to deal with family members who do not agree with the the idea that Covid could be a fake. Sad that if you argued with them both people would be losers. If you fill yourself with the correct information your energy will change and you will not radiate aggression but compassion. I think this is the long term those things; nature abhors a vacuum and that includes the vacuum of ignorance.

I presided over the Frome men’s group this evening. There were only three of us so we decided that we were not quorate and drew the meeting to a close after it became clear that no one else was coming. I find that for no apparent reason, meetings can be successful or not. I say that whatever will be will be.  Worry did no one any good.

Some rain showers but in general the weather it set to be warm.  I must prepare for next weekend’s trip to London,  mainly to see friends.

Where did the time go? Today it is my birth day. Clue is in the song ** Sunset Strip

For some reason our plans for celebrating my birthday which falls on today Monday 7th of June 2021 were not working. We discovered that all the local restaurants where we planned to go were closed on Monday or certainly at lunchtime. I looked around in the way I do and I thought that we should go to Weymouth. We went there some time ago, two or was it three years ago for a fish Festival so we decided to check the place out and I found a good fish restaurant in advance so we could have lunch, more of that anon.

The journey was about 52 miles and took across country one-and-a-half hours. We decided to leave in good time at 9:30. The weather was overcast with periods of rain but it soon cleared up.  We went to the park and ride because the parking in Weymouth can be very tricky (expensive)  at times. I decided this was going to be a day of self indulgence; my partner was very kindly going to pay for the food so we started off by walking around the harbour, picturesque even in the worst weather and as it was shortly after midday it seemed a very good idea to have a drink, one which I had not had for at least 3 years – a large gin and tonic. We had a chat with someone about their electric bike. His weighed a ton but had 45 miles of power in it.

I find Weymouth much more attractive than Bournemouth. The latter has far too many large chains as I have written about before; Weymouth has lots of little shops all of which have character. We bought some nuts and raisins and other attractive foods from a health shop and having decided not to book turned up at the chosen restaurant, Rockfish,  at 1 p.m. Only to be told that there was no vacancy until 3 p.m.

Not sure about this image seen on the main promenade


We decided to ignore the opposition and so we spent the next 2 hours walking on the very large beach. We noticed three very large cruise ships which had been parked about a mile out. I understand the area around Southampton is so full that this became the overflow parking area. Local initiative has provided boats to go and view these parked behemoths, so long have they been there.

We returned at 3 p.m. And were seated. Francoise had a ray fish and I had a mackerel. Both were cooked in butter and were delicious and fresh. We had an interesting experience when paying the bill. I noticed that we have been billed £40 for a magnum of bubbly that we had not consumed. The staff were not sufficiently apologetic, and I did not get a good feeling about their attitude. However, the meal was good and particularly the ice-cream was of excellent quality being real cream not some pig fat or whatever else they use in the more common brands.

After the meal, I went to buy a 200 million-year-old fossil tree section, my eye having previously been caught. It was beautifully polished and I decided that this was my treat to myself for my birthday. This section of the coast is known as the Jurassic Coast for a good reason.

We then went to a very nice coffee bar abutting on the sand of the beach. I had a latte and cake. We got talking to two ladies both of whom lived in Turkey for substantial parts of the year and of course with the red restriction, travel was impossible there so they compromised by taking holidays in the United Kingdom.

We then returned to the park and ride. We had one unpleasant experience on the bus. The driver hammered on the window and told me to wear a mask where upon I told him I was exempt and he said no more. We made a trip to Aldi just to see what was available and I found a very good bargain, an inflatable mattress which we could use for visitors to our house with its own motor built in for the price of £19.99. I decided to treat myself to that as well. We tried it when we got home and it is very firm.

We arrived back home about 8 p.m. I decided to continue the celebration by having a birthday cake and champagne tomorrow Tuesday. I look forward to this.

I have decided that there is not enough music in my life at the moment so I’m going to declare my 77th year to be the year of music.

You may have noticed  larger gaps between my entries in my journal. This is not because less is going on in fact I am more busy than ever maintaining my covid-19 site but there is nothing new of note to advise you on. I do not want to bore my readers to death but be assured the when something interesting comes along I will record it


Disasters happen in threes

Last Saturday we went to Bournemouth for a Freedom rally and it was very interesting to note the sort of people that turned up and the reactions of the general public. Bournemouth is basically a dump at least in the centre where there are many chain shops such as SportsDirect surrounded by the odd artisan Cafe or any that have not been driven out of business recently.

The journey there was very pleasant, cross country with no motorways. We were served sandwiches by our lovely host who has worked for the Samaritans for 41 years and who supplies me with a good sprinkling of Covid related events everyday for which I’m very grateful.

The above is part of the valley that divides Bournemouth into two parts. It is well maintained and a joy to run, walk or jog along.

I met a lovely lady on the march called Fern who made it her business to supply people with video tapes and leaflets. She has been doing this for the past 20 years and seems to be unemployed. When I asked her how she found the money to do this she just said that God supplies it. It does me good to meet such people and it restores my faith in human nature.

The march self was an informal affair with people waving placards but it was spoilt by a person with a loudspeaker who shouted so much that it was impossible to hear what he said. We went down to the seafront adjacent to the pier and at least we saw the sea. Between rain clouds we admired the perfect sands for which Bournemouth is noted. We decided not to go on  the pier. The entrance fee was 90 pence, the wind was blowing too hard for us to enjoy it.

They say that accidents happen in groups of 3. On Monday morning I was having my Cornflakes when when a filling just fell out. This left me with very few upper teeth and made it impossible for me to actually eat food. I phoned my dentist and luckily got a same day appointment at 5:30. He took an impression of my upper and lower jaw. He promised to try and make a replacement the same week as he is going on holiday next week.

My second disaster was that while cooking a cauliflower cheese on Tuesday, I pulled the very heavy dish out of the oven and it shattered into a number of pieces probably due to it’s great age and fell on the floor.  I cut myself quite deeply on the second finger of my right hand. I went to hospital to have it attended to and eventually needed 3 stitches. Whilst there, the nurse noted a redness in my feet and thought I might have cellulitis. I was dispatched that evening to a local health Centre, actually in Keynsham, which is about 12 miles away. I was prescribed Fluxloxacillin to blast the disease before it got worse. It is and infection of the layer below the skin surface and if not treated can be dangerous.

My third disaster was after I started taking the pills as soon as I got home and was told to take two to pills four times a day. Also with it I took what is called MMS treatment which concerns chlorine dioxide, and a potent oxidising agent. It is very good on its own but with the the antibiotic it was an absolute disaster. I woke up at 3 in the morning in great pain and had a very strong retching effect. On an empty stomach that is something to experience. I found myself sweating and then getting very cold so I eventually got to bed about six in the morning and slept through till 9:30 where upon I felt better.

On the topic of funding, I’ve recently started a campaign to fund my covid site; so far I have received about £550 including one generous donation of £300. I basically work for 40 hours a week for nothing and it is very nice to be recognised even though I’m not doing it for the money.

Also, my site where I advertise my psychic sessions has come alive and I have had 5 reading sessions over the last week. This is very encouraging and means that I don’t have to rely on gardening for my bread and butter. I was mentioned twice on UK Column which is a very good alternative news broadcasting system which runs on Monday Wednesday and Fridays at 1 p.m. on the internet.

An expedition to pick some garlic – with an unexpected disagreement

We have a friend staying with us so we decided to go to Wells in spite of an indifferent weather forecast.  Wells always has had a market on Saturdays specialising in food.  There were fewer stands (due to c****) but enough choice for me being seduced into buying a lovely walnut and almond slice.

We wandered around the High street where mercifully there were fewer mask wearers.  We had been considering buying an electric bike so went or tried to enter a bike shop. In front of the door was a bike chain to keep everyone out. We were not allowed to enter.  I can only feel for the poor fear-filled proprietor, frightened silly. We did not bother to engage.

To the Cathedral, or more specifically to the Gardens where we frequently go.  At the entrance I was shocked to find that the fee was a minimum of £15. Our friend refused to pay this. In what will be the start of a campaign by yours truly I wrote the first salvo to the relevant Facebook page:-

I wanted to take a friend to the Bishops Garden but found that arrangements have changed and that a single entry now costs £15. Apologetically the ticket seller said that the person could come back as many times as they wanted in the year. I said that this was no good as my friend was visiting from Essex and would not be returning.

So what about the occasional visitors, the tours, who is going to pay the same as you do for a large National Trust property. This is pure short sightedness and greed from the Cathedral Authorities. Incidentally my friend refused to pay and so we (with our annual tickets) did not visit.

We went for a walk in an adjacent wood and enjoyed the peace, birds in full song. Back to the car park then off to find some garlic (always florescent at this time of year) to our favourite ‘forgotten valley’ off the main road. We parked up at the top and worked our way down (see images).

and we discovered another display, similarly bedecked.

it was early in the season for garlic but we found some in a pickable condition by a stream in more daylight. We picked a couple of bags-full.

Odd to Pauls at Hartley’s Kitchen (passim) We treated ourselves to ice cream, a toffee barnhoffer cake. This completed the day. We finished at around 2pm as rain was threatened.

My Covid site ( is picking up momentum entry-wise but not reader wise. I must do some more publicity. Since 1 August 2020 I have added 5,359 entries. I am on my way to becoming the largest reference centre for this dreadful con.  I just hope enough people wake up before it is too late and we all lose our humanity.    Someone wrote an excellent letter to the Archbishop suggesting that he resign.  Resign, Archbishop Welby! You should be ashamed!

Fruit and gifts (of the spirit)


This morning was a men’s group. Today we were in a good mood telling jokes and discussing problems with our computer’s. I said that it was important for me just to be open with my feelings about what is going on at the moment and furthermore my need to feel accepted even though we might disagree.

On this occasion we were discussing the difference between gifts of the spirit and fruits of the spirit. We are all given intrinsic gifts either at birth or perhaps during our life when talents or skills  just appear. The process of converting them into actions and life-changing events is  what  is called a fruit. That is why it says in the Bible ‘a tree is known by it’s fruit.

After the meeting ended, I had a warm feeling which lasted quite a few hours and was very pleasant and comforting.

I have not decided whether I want to take an interest in gardening this year. We do need to earn some money but I would prefer to get my website for giving advice more effective.  I would rather make it through doing readings for people especially in this time of need. People are paying a heavy price for isolation and loneliness during the recent lockdown though this may change.

If there is any nerdy person listening, I became frustrated with my inbuilt text-to-speech built into my Windows 10 so did a quick search for ‘free speech-to-text’ programs, preferably one that works on the internet itself. I found a Google based one called It does work well and is about four times as fast as typing and it is free. It only works with Chrome. it is necessary to speak clearly and fairly slowly. There is a skill in watching what you are ‘typing’ as well as thinking of the next few words.

Boris Johnson has been speaking on TV since 5 p.m. Goodness knows what pantomime we will have now. He has fully sold out to the globalists and wants to ‘build back, build better’ which is a code for saying ‘destroy culture and society as it is and renew it with a communist Marxist based’ Society. It’s a pity he didn’t think to ask us first but then globalists would think that asking the actual useless Eaters is a waste of energy and what do they know anyway.

An Easy Jet plane crosses the moon in Lisburn, Northern Ireland. See SWNS copy SWCAmoon: A passenger jet ended up being silhouetted dramatically in the night sky – as it crossed perfectly across the centre of the full moon in this “once-in-a-lifetime” photo. Photographer Ralph Symth, 57, had set up his camera to photograph the once-a-year ‘snow moon’ – the name given to the full moon that occurs in February. But Ralph ended up capturing something much more rare than the annual lunar event – as he saw an aeroplane perfectly intersect the large, bright, silvery moon.

What an absolutely lovely shot. Sometimes events just go the right way and you are in the right place at the right time.

Back to my stomach. I had two pills this morning but more importantly I ate the right food so I’ve been entirely without pain today which is a great relief. I am amazed that pain in the stomach drains me altogether and I feel about 10 years older. Without the pain I am my usual mischievous self. My son who works in Thailand recommended that I have smaller meals rather than two big meals. I still tend to be greedy so this would be a good discipline for me.

I bought a 32 Mb memory stick and gave it to Francoise so that she could store large files on it without risk of loss. I paid only about 6 pounds. I remember 20-years ago that £6 would not have bought even one megabyte. How times have changed, not always for the worse.



To Wells, and various

Having met a delightful psychic lady called Christine, one of the trustees of Chalice Well, we went to have a psychic reading. The reading was interesting but unfortunately I was afflicted by one of my more frequent stomach/digestion problems.  Such was the discomfort i had to leave the session (a first for me) and let Francoise represent me.  It seems my stomach is increasingly intolerant to Gluten, and also to any food consumed after about 5pm.  My routine will therefore be a good breakfast, and a late lunch between say 2 pm and 3pm. provided i have nothing else afterwards I will get a good night’s sleep.

Striking crimson tulips in the Palace Garden

This is a seat with the moniker “Happy to chat”. Problem is, if you sit in the middle no one can see the sign. Nice try.

Yesterday’s bargain from Lidl – £1.50 worth of vegetables and fruit. This could keep someone going for a couple of days.

Also yesterday my Covid site was mentioned on  by Alex Thomson. That coincided with my 5,000th entry on the topic since 1 August 2021.  I have 1,700 page reads which is encouraging and shows i have hopefully not wasting my time.

The weather continues to be unseasonably cold, going down to 2 degrees at night and maybe 12 degrees during the day. We were going to have a friend stay with us next weekend but what is the point if we have to sit in front of a fire rather than outside in the sun.

Without an significant growth I have no garden work.

Beltane celebrated at Chalice Well, Glastonbury

Today is Beltane otherwise known as mayday the 1st of May we are off to Glastonbury in general and chalice well in particular to celebrate. Many people particularly the ladies come bedecked with flowers in their hair. Men bring along their wizard sticks.

I had a number of wonderful conversations with strangers as you do. Chatting goes down well as we are on the same wavelength

I met two young ladies who were videoing and making their attempts to spread love light and female empowerment on the planet. I told them that their efforts were very important and that they should continue; they seem to be moved by this .

I met a couple who were from the north of England on their first visit and encouraged them to talk to anyone they met and also to go up the Tor were they could find a what almost amounted to a social club.

I came upon a young man called Solomon who clearly had done his homework and was at peace with himself. I was able to exchange a few sentences and wish him all the best. He is evidently known and respected locally at least according to one of the staff members that I met subsequently. I commented that he would be the type of person to draw people and good luck to him without ‘effort’ because he was ‘right’ with the universe.

We then went up The Tor. It takes about 20 minutes and requires a reasonable amount of energy and fitness. What gets me is the distance between the steps, or should I say the width, which you either do in one large stride or two small ones. I preferred to walk on the turf either side.

I was a little bit worried about my shortage of breath. I do not have any lung diseases so far as I know but anyway we took it in stages and made it to the top where it was a little bit windy but very well populated with a lot of people enjoying themselves having picnics and celebrating.

Rain threatened so we left about 4pm, good timing as it happened.

Sad in a way that we had more meaningful conversations in two hours than we would normally have in a week whilst stuck at home. The next years will be tough as the New World Order people turn the screws. The Powers that Be see us as cattle.

The Well dressed for the occasion.


Old Habits return – off to Cheddar Car Boot sale

A lovely bright morning but cutting winds from the east. Unfortunately this month of April, the growing season in allotments, has been unusually dry. Anyway, Francoise and I needed to escape from our confinements and so w set off to Cheddar car boot sale.   I have written about this many times before (do a search). The car park was as full as I had ever seen it.  I always say I will buy nothing or little. This assumption always fails.

It is difficult to dress for the occasion. The sun itself is warm and in the car I was cooking. When you step outside the wind cuts in and you need all your layers. Tonight the temperature will be 2 degrees C. Francoise has to take in the young seedlings.

Anyway, at the car boot I bought

1. A doorstep slice of sponge cake for £2
2. 25 sheets of rough sand paper for £2
3. Gorilla glue for metal £3
4. An account of the first 50 years of Private Eye £ 0.50p

I went back to congratulate the lady who cooked the sponge cake. She told me that everything she uses to cook it is from the neighbourhood. The eggs are from chickens in her own garden. I could tell there were no chemicals as any contaminated food repeats on me after about 15 minutes. I was so glad to be able to say something positive to someone about the quality of their their food.

Off to the cider barn. I was so glad to se it open. It managed to be open due to an outside marquee (remember the virus cannot function outside, and even then only clicks in with groups of six or more).  The jovial owner, Jason, looked neat and well turned out. Some people can never be defeated no matter how hard the circumstances. We shall see as time progresses.

I got the first hit on my site for those needing help. It was a lady who had been with me a few years ago. I wonder if depression makes it more or less likely that someone will be motivated to ask for assistance.

I am coming up to 5,000 entries on my site.  Still not many people read it (about 400 page reads a day) but there is lots of competition from the many web sites springing up all over the world. It is really is ‘do or die’ stuff. I am glad to maintain the site as I can stay on the crest of the wave knowledge-wise. No matter how dreadful the information is, if I know what is going to happen I can somehow prepare.

Good value at Lidl for £1.50

Although I am fairly well off compared with some, I still enjoy a bargain. Lidl has this great community idea to offer a good deal of miscellaneous items of food. They prepare a number of boxes of fresh vegetables etc and leave them around the till area. People can them help themselves. All the boxes have different contents.

You can see 3.5 kg of oranges and satsumas, 2 large onions, 3 large swedes, 1Kg tomatoes, some onions that I cant remember the name of but there are about 15 of them.

It is a question of first come first served.  There are no restrictions.  it is advisable to come earlier in the day for the best choice.

Finally the weather is warmer and the sun shines from a clear blue sky. Yesterday I had a friend who traveled down from Warrington in Lancashire to Glastonbury where she was staying with a friend. She came to visit us for the day and encouraged by me started to dig into my collection of about 1,000 books.   I have spent a fortune on books over the years. I love them all and they are part of my life. I never lend books as normally you don’t get them  back.

I have been suffering from gum disease, quite difficult to distinguish from tooth decay.  I slosh around in salt water, clean my teeth more regularly, use an antiseptic mouth wash, and use my Bemer radiation kit. More of that anon.


Bath springs back to life. Well, sort of

It is my day to have my eye injection, now once every two months which is a good sign. As last Monday was the date set for business to return to normal, except inside drinking in pubs  (we have to outwit the wily virus). We decided to make a day of it and visit Bath.

We sat in the front seat of the Park and Ride bus from Odd Down to the city centre. We committed the crime of sitting site by side. A lady on the adjacent seat huffed and puffed and moved to sit two rows back.  I do feel some compassion for these people, completely programmed and fearful.

After so many months it was refreshing to actually see people – released prisoners – being out in public who were talking and enjoying themselves. Bath Council have thoughtfully made this recreational area in the middle of a pedestrian shopping center.

On our way we noticed a cartoon artist sitting waiting for custom stop I decided to have one on impulse. When I do that, good always comes out of it and I discovered why. The cost was 6 pounds I decided to crack on. During the brief drawing, he asked me what I did.  I told him I was making a database on covid. He almost jumped up such was his need to speak.

He explained that his family have been split into two, destroyed I think was his term because a relative in his mid 50’s had been insulting them, calling them sheep. His wife had had the two vaccinations; he had had his first one. He did not want to have one but yielded to social pressure.

He asked my views and I was able to give him the background back to the Rio Summit in 1992.  I hope I dissuaded him from having the second. He took my website details and we left on good terms.

By the way this artist, Christian, is very talented and performs at weddings and social events. Check out his web site .


Francoise and myself shopped for necessary items; I then took a bus to the hospital and she took a bus back home.  The weather was bright and warm.

This is from a series of art works in the corridors (passim) about the rituals of the pandemic. The narrative reaches all corners of society artists included.

To the hospital. Francoise had made me a white silk mask. When I lay on the operating table the nurse took the mask from me saying that it was the wrong colour. I needed a blue one (the one that has been found to contain asbestos). I was in no mood to argue but next time I will ask why.

Back in town…. I am a great fan of Dr Pimple Popper, who features in a series from the USA. She is otherwise known as Dr Sandra Lee, an American Dermatologist based in Upland Ca. She is one of my role models of how to treat people with disfiguring body features. All her patients go away loving her, and rightly so.  This tree reminded me of the pimples.

Back to base. My weekly ZOOM meeting is an opportunity for a dozen or so bright and motivated people to touch base and compare their experiences of standing up to the truth. It is often a lonely task especially when families are involved. Ours is left to run and develop its own life. We started at 6pm and went on until 7.20 pm.

The time ‘flew’ as it does when you are en-joying yourself.