surviving death

Whilst reading this article in ‘Psychology Today’, it reminded me of my dog and his little foibles….

When our dog Dewi died a couple of years ago, Lindsay and I  could not countenance the thought of replacing him. How could we? He was irreplaceable. He had attitude which I absolutely loved. He could walk for hours without complaint and just loved being in the country. We spent many days in the Peak District and Wales. I would be climbing and Dewi would just be chilling out enjoying the activity surrounding him.

On one particularly eventful day, we were climbing at Cratcliff. I had secured  Dewi on a rock away from any possible friction from other climbers (or so I thought). Preoccupied with the moves on the climb, I heard a shout and a bark. Quickly down climbing to see what the problem was. I was met with a rather irate Irishman shouting, ‘your fckin dog has just bit me’. It was Niall Grimes!

Even though I was concerned about any possible repercussions, I was more concerned about my dog than I was about this famous, (in the climbing world that is) climber. We laughed about it later in the pub and it went down in the annals of our climbing folklore ensuring that he lives on with fond memories not just with Lindsay and I but also with his extended family.

The benefits of being a carer of animals is incalculable. They offer so much more than what is initially perceived.

The opportunity and the privilege to experience the unconditional love that a companion gives shouldn’t be taken lightly. It is a responsibility that is sometimes squandered by those that should know better.

I am content to know that my dog Dewi had a fantastic life and we lived that life with him to it’s fullest.

Auto-ID: The worst thing that ever happened to consumer privacy

I’ve been uneasy for a while now about the proliferation of ‘loyalty cards’ etc and this has just confirmed that my apprehensions were well founded.

It is perhaps incumbant to pay cash for the products that you buy thereby limiting even further the cull of information that the corporates are aggregating and thereby selling on to others.

Buying commodities these days pretty much ensures that you also become the commodity, bought and traded with no reward and no say about how and if you consent.

Auto-ID: The worst thing that ever happened to consumer privacy.


The passage of time

father time wip2Funny isn’t it how time is interpreted?

Sat in a café today, Two older gentlemen were playing chess, (how awesome is that in these days of internet and mobile interactions) completely immersed in the game. The café owners obviously knew that this was a quirk of their product,  (I know I bought into it as well)…

Anyway, the conversation that followed was thus.

‘We appear to have reached an impasse, I suggest that we continue this on another date’

‘agreed, I believe that it would be beneficial to decide the winner at a later date’

‘Perhaps we could exchange telephone numbers’?

‘Yes, that would be most amicable’.

‘I have an email address if that is more appropriate’?

‘Oh excellent I do too we can continue from there’.

Henceforth, I will be an avid listener albeit surreptitiously….


MikaHe was two years old and was just about the best cat you could wish for.
Loving, mischievous, chilled and utterly loyal.
He went missing on a Tuesday afternoon and I found him a week later.
A neighbour knocked on our door and told us about a cat that he had seen by the side of the road a couple of days ago. The posters that we had put up all over the village had led him to our house.

I trudged heavy-hearted to the scene he had described knowing that I would have to confirm his death.

The call to Lindsay was not easy but I had to do what I had to do. I brought him home and buried him. At least I could do one last thing for him.

Mac his brother has been out most days and nights searching. On returning home he lets out a pitiful cry in the vain hope that his brother will answer..

I’ll miss you mate xx

Royal celebrations?


Apart from the London centric propaganda that is invading everything that is loosely defined as British culture, I see no evidence of this.

When I hear allegedly adult and sentient conversation that promulgate the idea that hereditary privilege is something to aspire to, words often fail me.

This is not a time to continue the policy’s of the past it is a time to re-evaluate what we really believe in, we should not be cow towing and doffing our caps at and to the ruling elites.

The only reason that people are celebrating this weekend is because we have been given an extra day off in the form of a bank holiday. Any celebrations and the hysteria that encompasses these isolated moments are similar to the time when Diana died and there was an outpouring of grief that was fed by the propaganda machines in London.

If you were looking in on England from a foreign country via the BBC et al, it may seem to you that we are all Royalists, trust me this is far from the truth.

Do not believe everything you are told.