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Monday, 13 July 2020

Natural Remedy

Covid19, now a pandemic, has taken over half amillion lives, worldwide. There is every indication that the virus will be with forever in the same way that flu can never be eradicated, popping up from time to time in different parts of the world, respecting no cultures or nationalities.
Is it time to recognise that the introduction of the the virus is in fact Nature's way of maintaining a balance in the biosphere, correcting the problem of overpopulation, beyond that which the planet cannot sustain. Now exceeding seven billion, the earth's population has already seen the ocean's larder plundered almost to extinction and evermore people fighting for the diminishing fertile land. Forests, essential for the planet's wellbeing are being felled for palm oil as conglomerates exploit every chance to keep the globe fed.
With no obvious way to stop people procreating, Governments fail to act, afraid of contravening human right legislation, Nature has to take a hand. It will be brutal, taking the young and old alike; the well and infirm of all religions and none.
Science will come up with ways to alleviate the suffering and control the spread of one strain only for another to spring up. Covid20 is just round the corner and Covid21 after that until the population of the planet can be sustained by natural resources.
Nature has another brutal solution but one less palatable, perhaps. War. It is not uninevitable as the major powers, the US, China and Russia vie for global domination. This confrontation, seemingly man made, is in effect a manifestation of Nature's survival of the fittest strategy. When people get down of their knees to pray, they shouldn't be entreating their non-existing gods for help but beseeching mother Nature for guidance.

Thursday, 2 July 2020

Now lock 'em up!

The police in the UK have arrested 700 people on suspicion of serious crime. They have been taken as police intercepted encrypted messages sent by members of serious crime organisations. The operation is considered to be significant.
Now, the courts need to play their part. Defence lawyers, paid handsomely, will no doubt put up spurious claims based on human rights and similar but the courts should not shirk their duty and send these career criminals away for a long time.
Have we room in the prisons? If not convert the Nightingale hospital into a high security unit based on solitary confinement, no visitors, no telephones, no association.

Sunday, 28 June 2020

Is now the time to ban spitting in football

In 2013 we this blog advocated a worldwide ban on spitting at football matches.

Is now an opportune moment to ban the heinous practice of spitting in football matches. It should be prohibited everywhere in public but now, with the covid19 epidemic it would make sense to take advantage of the new health awareness in football stadia to introduce a yellow card for spitting and a red for nasal discharging.

Saturday, 27 June 2020

Shopping centres for sale?

Intu Properties, owner of a large number of shopping centres including Lakeside in Essex, The Trafford Centre in Manchester and the MetroCentre in Gatehead, has called in the receivers.
It is to be hoped that this Company with its massive real estate portfolio does not fall into the hands of a foreign Company as has happened with much of central London. I can envisage that this would be an attractive proposition for a Saudi Arabia that needs to diversify as oil revenues fall.

Sunday, 21 June 2020

Are children born 'racist'?

The ex footballer Dion Dublin recently maintained on television that children are not born 'racist'. Really!
I presume by 'racist' he means those who hate people of a different tribe as opposed to those who just prefer the company of their family, friends and community.
In the first place I suggest each and every one of us prefer the company of family and friends. I suggest this preference is hard wired into our brains as a security measure according to nature's survival of the fittest rules. See:

This blog has already considered the question of whether children are capable of being born evil See:

I suggest that Dublin is wrong. Children are born to be naturally aware of strangers. Their final character, however, is shaped by nurturing. Those brought up by parents, fearful of strangers and people of a different colour and/ or culture, will more likely exhibit 'racist' tendencies.

Thursday, 18 June 2020

Boris at the despatch box

Now recovered from his illness, the electorate have an opportunity to observe the Prime Minister, Boris Johnson, in action against a competent leader of the opposition, Sir Keir Starmer.
He has his own style full of bluster and rhetorical pause but it cannot hide the fact that he doesn't have full command of the detail of his brief. It is clear that he sees his role as a leader, a delegator, who leaves the minutae of each department to his Secretaries of State and this leaves him exposed when questioned in detail, his notes his only back-up. It contrasts markedly with the consummate performances of his predecessor, Theresa May; imperious at the despatch box but without the 'presence' of a Commander -in- Chief.

In the United States, however, the recent performances of their C-in-C at the lectern, ahead of elections in the Autumn does not augur well for him. Recent revelations in Bolton's book and his less than sincere posturing at press conferences will not convince an electorate that senses change. The Bible might not save him.

Thursday, 11 June 2020

Destruction of monuments

There are many calls from mainly the ethnic community to take down historic memorials of men involved in the slave trade.
Many of the memorials or statues were erected when very few men and women with ethnic backgrounds lived in the UK and were erected as the response of a grateful public for philanthropic largesse. They were symbols of respect by the populace for acts of generosity. At that time slavery was not considered to be so barbarous as we suppose it is today.
The situation is different today; slavery, banned by the United Nations, is considered to be heinous trade, a view widely held by the population of the UK including and especially the several million people of black African and other ethnic backgrounds. These, relatively new, inhabitants of the 'sceptred' isles, resent the presence of these memorials and seek to have them removed despite their being a record of the Nation's past history. It's as if they say: Thank you for allowing us to live here and affording us a better way of life but you really ought to do something about those memorials. They offend us.
It's not so far removed from the Muslims coming to the UK for a better, safer life and wanting the UK to adopt Sharia Law as the legal system. Conquerers can do it; the Romans and Normans could demand change, to the victors the spoils, but surely this does not apply to immigrants. Should they not  accept the norms and idiosyncreties of the host nation with good grace?

Today's generation might care to think of what their lives would be like now if their ancestors were not taken, always bearing in mind that not all slave owners were bad. Todays black elite in the US and UK might reflect that if it had not been for the suffering of their ancestors they might be living in a mud hut economy in the jungles of sub-Saharan Africa. They might also like to ponder on the African participation in the slave trade where one tribe would sell captured or kidnapped  other tribespeople. Also it was a common means of getting rid of felons and other undesirables in countries that had no prison system.  In this respect slavers were looked on favourably by some tribal kings.
Few white people ventured into central Africa because of disease and murder and rarely took active part in the taking of slaves from their homes. It was the work of indigenous Africans. Black on black.

Much is said of 'respect'. In pulling down these statues, where's the respect for the people, long dead, who felt it important to erect these monuments. Respect has to be earned. The current 'woke' reaction will not attract it.

Saturday, 30 May 2020

Role of the Churches today.

A report iin the Daily Telegraph suggests that the Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby has opened up about suffering with a "black dog" as he reveals for the first time that he has suffered with depressive episodes.  Olivia Rudgard, religious affairs correspondent.        11 OCTOBER 2017 • 9:45PM.

The Archbishop of Canterbury revealed that he has only recognised that he experiences the bouts of feeling "hopeless", 
which have not been formally diagnosed, within the past year. Asked in an interview for GQ Magazine whether he had been depressed, he said: "I think if you had asked me a year ago I'd have said no, and ten years ago I'd have said absolutely not.
"But what was that phrase Churchill used? 'Black dog'. There is an element of that. I think as I am getting older I am realising it does come from time to time."I have those moments - you would know this - when objectively everything is fine, but you think you are, beyond description, hopeless."
The Archbishop's daughter, Katharine Welby-Roberts, has written about her own struggle with mental illness, anxiety, and suicidal feelings. She was diagnosed with depression at the age of 19, and also suffers from chronic fatigue syndrome. Welby described her as "brilliant". 
Earlier this year she said that she had been unable to turn to her father for help when she had suicidal thoughts. 
“At that stage, my relationship with my parents wasn’t very close. There is only so much you can do when your daughter isn’t talking to you. They weren’t aware of how dark my mental health had got," she told the Sunday Times.

This is very much a personal story, almost a tragedy, and should be of no concern of mine. Except, it does impinge on my thoughts for the future of Churches, not only that of England. Readers of this Blog will recognise that the author is an atheist, certainly since as long ago as the Aberfan disaster. However, I have long held the belief that the Churches, not religion, can be a force for good, caring for those with mental afflictions in the same way that hospitals care for the physically sick. That the Archbishop of Canterbury can find no solace in his faith (he is 'hopeless') suggests that he too might consider my idea. Less God; more Samaritan. Less confessions and penance; more consultation and care. Less stories from two millennia ago; more up to the minute diagnostics.
It will mean that the clergy will have to be trained differently. No more masters of theology but up to date in psychology and human behaviour. a clergy able to empathise with their parishioners and offer solutions based on modern practice. Not everything need change. Uplifting music will still be part of the new liturgy as singing brings its own therapy. Communal gathering will be recommended, not to worship absent deities but celebrate the good and deserving, to give charitably, to recognise achievement. In other words, the churches should stop pandering to the diminishing numbers of the already converted; its a battle already lost, and seek to help those that are 'hopeless', literally those without hope.

Monday, 25 May 2020

Post Corvid19

As restrictions round the world are lifted we will see the cost of Corvid19 as businesses are irrevocably closed down and peoples dreams are shattered. My blog in March voiced my fears.

In the face of the epidemic, Governments, universally caught unprepared, relying on experts, themselves short of experience, tried to find the best way forward, forever nervous that opposition parties, with the benefit of hindsight, could exploit every wrong turn as a demonstration of the Governments ineptitude. Governments were damned if they did one thing and damned if they didn't. One can't help but think that the lockdown strategy was a compromise whereby some lives would be saved but the National economy was trashed. Was it worth it? 40000 people will have died as a result of Corvid19, roughly four times as many as would have died from normal winter flu but, although devastating on a personal level, still a relatively small figure. Whole industries have been savaged, not least the tourist business leaving many close to bankruptcy. Individuals are faced with ruin having done nothing wrong, having worked hard and followed their dream. Some, sadly, will not come to terms with their loss.
In recent days seven prestigious hotels in Scotland have called in the receivers. They are not alone but what will happen to them? It would be a tragedy if they fall into foreign ownership like so many UK institutions. Waiting to pick up the pieces, the Chinese and cash rich Arab states will circle the scene like predatory raptors, looking for choice titbits to pick up. What a shame!
But wait!. What if this is not the end. What, for example, would happen today if there was an outbreak of Corvid20? Would governments take the same action?

Friday, 22 May 2020

Attention all film makers!

              Attention Film-makers                                              

Is there a filmmaker out there looking for some good stories that could be woven into the bigger tapestry of the world’s most followed game, beset by burgeoning problems of corruption and fraud. 

Each of the seventeen stories continues the theme of good and evil, building the tension as all attention becomes focused on the chief protagonist, the Agent. Ideal for television series.

There follows a brief summary of the stories.
For those interested in ‘diversity’, these stories feature all walks of life.

                                       The George at Bustington


Kevill Davies

Amazon link


The headline in the Daily Mail 4th February 2013, read:

Champions League match in England was 'rigged' by Asian crime gang: Europol launches biggest-ever match-fixing investigation into 380 games

  • EU crime agency say 425 match officials, club officials, players and criminals are suspected of being involved
  • Champions League fixture in England in last three to four years was targeted
  • Asia-based crime syndicate paid individuals up to £120,000
How apposite that ‘The George at Bustington’ should appear at this time, a novel that contains as a continuous thread throughout, the twin themes of corruption and tragedy.
Every professional team, around the world, in sports, ranging from football, rugby, American football to ice hockey, have in common a group of players, assembled, trained and otherwise prepared by the Club Management, who are collectively called the ‘Squad’.
This book tells the stories of some members of one such ‘Squad’ and others connected to the Bustington Wanderers football team as narrated, principally, by the landlord, in the public bar of his inn, the ‘George’.
Although the public perception of these players is as a team, a collective body of skills and abilities, they have, however, personal lives and private stories, and as such these tales are not necessarily about football although the game appears from time to time. It would be unusual if it did not do so.

When author, Jack Lord, meets his Literary Agent to discuss the subject of his next novel, he faces stern opposition to his idea that he writes about the game of football. His agent, Geoffrey Fuller-Smythe suggests they go and meet Henry Bagshot, former player and landlord of the ‘George’, an inn in the Saigh Valley town of Bustington to see if he can offer advice.
Following a reunion of the old friends, they agree to meet regularly at the inn to hear Henry’s stories of Club personnel, past and present, and see if any of them could form the basis of a novel. However as the stories of, for example, incest, homosexuality, gambling, the supernatural and piracy, emerge, Geoffrey recognises their diversity mirrors life in a way that would engage the reading public’s attention. He proposes that Jack writes a book consisting of, not one, but several stories, punctuated with commentary. It has been a successful format in the past, he suggested; Boccaccio’s ‘Decameron’, Chaucer’s ‘Canterbury Tales’ and the ‘Pickwick Papers’ by Dickens are all examples of the genre.
As the seventeen ‘novels’, to use Boccaccio’s designation, are told and dutifully written down by the author they are unaware that they are gradually being sucked into the biggest story of them all; that of the wicked football agent, Chanda Abassi. As he becomes ever more entangled in his own web of corruption and deceit that embraces the Mafia and gambling syndicates from Asia, the ‘George’ moves to centre stage in Novel 17, The Agent, and becomes the setting for a dramatic conclusion.

Novel length:   130,000 words
Genre:   General fiction. An anthology of novellas


The Referee

Referee, Mike Todds, brought up in an East London crime family, considered himself to be a fair and just person with a strong sense of right and wrong.
When confronted with the opportunity to make immoral money by betraying the game he loved, he decided to take on the gangs head on with horrific consequences.

The Goalkeeper

Jim Bennion, besides being a top-class goalkeeper is also a thief. He regarded a shopping trip as the course of a game of football, full of chances but ever mindful of keeping a ‘clean sheet’. However, Bennion is a marked man and always likely to score an ‘own goal’.

The Club Owner

Mike Truckwell, always seems to fall on his feet. Although trained for Church Truckwell made his fortune selling, among other things, porn and bought the Club, Bustington Wanderers, for the specific task of laundering money.

The Centre Halves

Simon Cawdell is a predatory homosexual. John ‘Roy’ Rogers falls under his spell having split from his wife and finding his true sexuality. However, Cawdell has an agenda that exploits his fellow player with disastrous consequences.

The Right Winger

Alan Parsons attracted girls as flowers attract bees. He didn’t differentiate, he enjoyed the company of all shapes and sizes but he had a particular craving for the young. In this story, Parsons discovers that his latest conquest is family and the outcome is dire.

The Left Back

Two friends fall out when a young lady moves into their neighbourhood causing an irrevocable rift.  When Veronica becomes pregnant, both boys claim paternity leading to a surprising but disastrous outcome.

The Striker

Gareth Smith followed his father, Dan’s advice in most matters but struggled to ignore his plea to ignore his long-term girl friend, Wendy. When Dan dies in the stands, following a match, Gareth discovers papers that expose the old man’s sins, leading to the suicide of Wendy’s father and other disruptions.

The Right Back

Somalian player, Abukar, is blackmailed into giving cash to buy armaments for terrorists in his native home. The only solution seems to be to rescue his mother and sisters from war-torn Mogadishu. Using the expertise of an ex special forces soldier, the footballer embarks on a hazardous journey that depends on the efforts of a mercenary US agent and his private army. A story of betrayal and the best of human nature in one.

The Left Winger

Alan Ives was disappointed when his father, Ray took another wife and thereby risking the familial harmony. However, his dismay is exacerbated when Margaret, the new wife turns her amorous advances on him much to the annoyance of his sister, Penny. The local Church has the answer.

The Physio

Club physio, Diana Andrews, has an admirer within the Club who will go to any lengths to secure her affection, including kidnap. In a race against time, the police identify her place of confinement but can they save her from a bizarre death ritual.

The Ex Player

Landlord, Henry Bagshot, narrator of the stories tells how his generosity towards a young boy led to a nightmare confrontation with his mother, a woman who hadn’t come to terms with the loss of her husband in the Falkland war with Argentina.

The Apprentice

Apprentice footballer, Stephen Norris, was in the habit of  visiting his girlfriend Millicent King unaware that her father was an addicted user of prostitutes. Millicent’s mother, bored with empty evenings during her husband’s many absences, slowly and almost imperceptibly began a flirtatious campaign to lure the youngster to her empty bed.
When Millicent found her boyfriend in the arms of her mother she committed suicide unable to cope with her mother’s betrayal. It was the day when her father decided to address his problem and returned home early to find a scene of nightmareish proportions.

The Manager

The team manager, Harry Little, besides being an indifferent manager, was also a gambling addict made worse by the fact that he was a loser. When his system to break the bookies failed he resorted to borrowing money from some known crooks, a move that cost him and wife, Sandra, their home. However, a minor mishap at Cheltenham races allows Harry to dream of reversing his fortune at the Grand National meeting at Aintree.

The Left Half

Graham Wells was a footballer. He also thought he was Jesus. So strong was this feeling that he considered the team as his twelve disciples, with Judas on the bench.
When he decided to leave home, the house and its occupant, a young girl called Rose, chose him to be the new owner. However as the story of the house and Rose unfolds, Graham learns that being Jesus isn’t an easy option as he’s called upon to make difficult judgements especially concerning his own family.

The Right Centre

Miles Shawcross, was the Club’s most stylish player. Consummate in his approach to every facet of the game he even practiced falling over at every little touch by the opponents so as to gain free kicks from gullible referees. Miles also had an acute sense of right and wrong. If he was pushed, no matter how hard, it constituted a foul. He had the same attitude to life and its injustices so that when he was asked to help a family in financial difficulties because of a mutual adversary, he rose to the challenge

The Centre Forward

Roberto da Vinci was the dream signing for reasons that only partially touched on the Italian’s footballing skills. Unbeknown to him he carried on his person the key to unlocking the secret of the Vatican’s missing millions, sought after not only by the Holy See but, the agent, Chanda Abassi, the Mafia, East London gangs and the Asian, gambling and crime syndicates.

The Agent

Chanda Abassi was, despite the gathering of his enemies, optimistic about retrieving the missing Vatican money and marrying, Fiona, the daughter of Club owner, Mike Truckwell. But his plans begin to unwind, culminating in a dramatic showdown on his wedding day.