Future Now

Writing this on my tablet just because I can has brought it home to me just how far we have come in my lifetime. Way back when I was a bright eyed little boy jumping with glee at the thought of what Christmas would bring. Even with my overactive imagination, I could never have imagined the things which seem commonplace to the children of today. Technology has without a doubt shrunk the world into a tiny bubble where we can speak to someone thousands of miles away, we can see their faces as we do so. We can write an electronic message that to all intents and purpose is an instant letter, we can even do it in a language we don’t speak, notwithstanding certain errors we can be understood all over the world. Many people these days spend their time talking this way perhaps to people who they will see in just a few hours or less. We are ‘connected’. In reality though what does it mean? We speak, we pass on information, we send our opinion out into the ‘wild’ as it were, but does anyone notice?

I’m sure anyone reading this will recognise the theme as it’s voiced by many people much of the time and many of us say it’s “progress”, but is it really?

Surely progress is when everyone lives peacefully together, where no one is forced to beg or steal to live, where we work to help each other and not to make a fast buck. Yes it’s idealistic. Is it possible? Why don’t our governments work towards this ideal?

The point of what of I’ve written?

To point out the obvious and say Happy New Year!


I’ve got your back who’s got mine.

Worried about current events? Are you thinking what will happen next?

The whole world and their dogs (cats too) are talking about it, dreaming about it and writing about it, I thought I would too. I’m worried about what I have seen during the last few days in the way of posts on social media criticising other people’s support for one side or the other, not too many of the latter. Granted it is everyone’s right to have an opinion but let us remember that it is just as valid as anyone else’s opinion. So what’s your problem you ask.

My problem is this, given that a certain social media site only gave the option of changing your profile picture to include a flag in support of one country the people that did so were heavily criticised for doing so. It is their choice!! If you would like to support one of the other countries that had similar troubles you are free to do so. Yes it involves a bit of work….Look on the net for a suitable picture, save it to your computer, load up your favourite photo editor and hey presto you have a new profile photo to show your support. Not one person I know took the trouble to do that! I’ve not seen a single one. I’m not having a go but just pointing out my cause for concern.

If/when the proverbial hits the fan, I’m hoping that will never happen, there will be no question about whose side I’m on. You will not have to ask. It will be unquestionable about where my loyalty is, either I will be with you fighting with and for you or I will be completely against you. And here lies my dilemma, who will be behind me?

The fact that I ask that question demonstrates one thing, The battle against terrorism is lost, they have succeded! Divide and conquer, the first part has been acheived from where I’m sitting.

Murdering the Future

The air parted with a whooshing popping noise just like when people used to fly in airplanes, but this was without the head-throbbing earsplitting pain normally accompanied by that mode of transport, and to his complete unsurprise Anthony found himself standing in a monochrome cobblestone alley on a dreary night somewhere in London 1888. Amazed by how shiny the streets were, it’s only rain he mumbled to no one in particular looking at his watch just as a raindrop fell onto the glass making the numbers warp in a strange manner that temporarily entranced him.

The streets were mercifully empty and he stepped out of the alley onto what must have been a main street. I wish they would clue me up on where and when I’m going, a map might be useful. He understood well the reasons for minimal information and even less baggage when you travel anywhere especially in this manner.

The mission was simple, go back in time and demotivate Jack the Ripper , not prevent him from killing or actually physically stopping him as that would cause a problem with the whole time paradox and all that business that Anthony never really quite got the grasp of but he was always careful not to upset the gentle balance. Looking again at his watch and then up to the streetsign above him he realized that he was well within the time frame and close to where he should be.

All around was silence……..silence and fog, every now and again he heard a noise in the distance, unrecognizable by the filtering effect of the fog, the distance and perhaps even the fact that in his own time these sounds probably didn’t exist. Behind him a strange hollow knocking sound became apparent, several minutes passed as he listened to it get closer. Knock..knock Knock…knock it continued and then he realized it was a horse and carriage. Looking back into the fog he recognized the outline and was somewhat taken aback. Perhaps it was empty or the occupant had no particular hurry to get wherever they were going, the horse happy to oblige as it trudged slowly through the night until finally some 100yards ahead the carriage stopped and a figure emerged into the night, bade the carriage driver goodnight and turned down the alley where Anthony was fated also to follow. Slowing his pace so as not to appear he was following the dark figure in front of him, he looked at his watch, difficult to see in the shadowy side street so he stopped and lifted his arm to see better. Five minutes before he was due to be at the end of this grimly dark orifice into the unknown and the start of his mission.

Stepping around the corner Anthony became aware of the silence once again and suddenly the darkness seemed to loom out of the fog. An icy stroke across his throat; he made a gurgling gasp as he recognized the perpetrator and also the realization that the future was dead.

Madness and other Addictions or (How I survived 4 months without internet)

Disclaimer:- No minds were destroyed during this experiment (Save my own) nor were any non-prescription medications taken.

Yes you read it correctly 4, one, two, three, FOUR! long gruelling months without a proper connection to the internet.

Why? You ask.

Why indeed comes my response. Well it all started in October an unusually warm and busy day when I moved to my new apartment and I’d decided that even after having used the internet at my previous place for nigh on 2 years I could live without it. After all it’s just for people who don’t have Xboxes etc isn’t it?

The experiment started well, I busied myself with arranging my stuff in my new home and finding out where things were or if I needed any extra things. I should mention at this point that I moved into a furnished place, meaning it has practically everything a person needs, knifes, forks, plates, cooking utensils, a bed, sofa, in fact I was greeted by a plethora of things perhaps some I will never use. anyway I digress.

The first month and a bit was easy, cleaning the new apartment kept me busy and entertainment provided by reading or playing guitar, the occasional night out and then of course mobile internet was still available but it’s most definitely not the same as a desktop or even a tablet connected to the internet by a long shot.

Connecting my tablet via the phone helped to fill some of the void that I was now feeling but the biggest drawback apart from the lack of speed was that 1Gb is most certainly not sufficient in this day and age if you upload pictures or perusing other peoples photographic delights and so one fateful night out of sheer desperation I went over to the big grey box that graces the centre of focus in my living room and plugged it in, reaching for the remote control I wondered what pleasures lay waiting in the darkness of the screen ready to spring forth and titillate my weary mind……..click……adverts…..click……..more adverts…………..click………click……..click..click.click. An endless stream of adverts greeted me with their blaring colours and overenthusiastic actors and actresses each with their own special blend of exuberance and ridiculous “Catchsounds”. I coined this word to fill the quite clear gap in our language for those irritating ways of saying something in a ridiculous voice or a particular way of laughing, coughing, sneezing¬† ad infinitum that are designed by some malicious psychologist to stick in your head till death do us part e.g. Take brand X “it turns AAAaargh into Falala, falafala LaH!!” CLICK. Aha! finally a program that I find interesting, I’ll avoid naming programs to avoid any negative feedback, It’s a program about people who buy things that someone was unfortunate enough not to be able to afford paying a third party to look after them (Got it?). I was enthralled by what people found and how much it was worth and slowly I sank into the programmers trap, I would rush home after work in the hopes there was a repeat of an episode I only caught a part of, craving my fix of watching other people doing what they do instead of doing what I could have been doing. Then I noticed that I always wanted more, the episode seemed to lack something so slowly I watched less and less..click….Another program along a similar vein (description uneccesary) Hooked again temporarily…until……click…… The format was the same but then petty bickering was added for effect and to bring back up the failing ratings by who knows who? The producer, director or the ratings guy who gets fired if the program becomes unsuccessful…….I then discovered that I’d started watching cartoons, you know the one about the couchpotato, whose wife has strangely coloured hair (No, not Margaret Thatcher!) and their family. I still think it’s a great show by the way so no hate mail from fans please. Plus another one about some characters who live under the sea, which has an awesome theme tune that I can’t stop humming on my way to work. Although I am saddened by the poor translation in Spanish, “The Pants” are just so neccessary, tut, sigh.

I settled into my new viewing with relative glee….click…..oh that series about a group of scientists who…..Yes, that one. It starts, I sit watching ready for the first punch line at the 30 second mark…..BANG! 7 minutes of Adverts…..wait….what the? who? Damn!! It comes back on I get engrossed and start to enjoy myself, chuckling with glee at their antics, 2 minutes of entertainment later and KERBOOM!! 6 minutes of adverts…..eh?…..erm….cup of tea ready for the next showing. This is how it goes. I don’t know who thought that this was a good idea, don’t get me wrong I understand someone has to pay for this and that this generates cash but really guys, is there not a better way? One that jangles the nerves a little less or creates an even bigger feeling of disenchantment (My word of the week so I have to use it) than before?

The answer to the above question I believe is a resounding NO!! It’s all part of the programming (Pun intended) get people hooked on a T.V. show, disenchant them there’s that word again then advertise your products again making you think that they will be life changers and you will rush out and buy the latest bigger, wider, thinner, curvier T.V. with triple processed ultrareverb speakers so you can enjoy an even louder BAZINGER than before.

In short I think what I’m trying to say is, Welcome back into my life, Dear, Sweet Ramtastic Internet!!

End of an Era

It’s been a while since I put digital pen to paper as it were apart from in the course of my work, finally that time has returned again and although this will be a short post it signifies putting certain things to rest.

First and foremost the demise of The Lost Clauses, gone are the dizzying heydays of yore where merriment, songs and beer filled the air. Gone also the days of cramming six people plus instruments and more beer into a tiny room to practise, laugh and drink. Six people from varying backgrounds, musical abilities and tastes who somehow chose to be thrust into this tiny room. Let it be said that rarely did tempers flare unlike other famous groups that have gone before us, of course I wouldn’t dare to proclaim ourselves to be famous by any stretch of the imagination, nevertheless as we looked out across the crowd when we played for San Juan I couldn’t help but think that it was our “Woodstock”.

Needless to say all things come to an end and we should learn from everything that passes, I will look back on those days with joy for many years to come and hope we will all do the same.

Work on “The Digital Rainbow” will continue forthwith with the intention to follow up with another story hot on its heels hopefully. Songwriting has taken the forefront of late and that appears to be slowing down now so other literary works can be finished and undertaken.

And now back to exam marking…………..

That Time of year

Well here we are in the festive season and I`m finally finding time to put pen to paper once again, although currently it`s to mark exams much to the disappointment of my students, especially since they are currently doing the the usual swathe of exams in the school.

Regarding myself I`ve moved into my little duplex and almost very nearly finished organising things. At least the living room, kitchen and bathroom are decent enough for visitors, the bedroom is however still in a state of “Flux”. It’s pretty quiet there most of the time especially when my neighbor isn’t screeching at her son.

The lack of internet at home does however drive me to distraction at times though, maybe it’s been a godsend in one way as this has allowed me to concentrate more on musical creativity(More to be said at a later date) and I’m quite pleased with the more recent ideas and how they’ve fleshed out.

My neighbours house is smothered in decorations already and I’m currently toying with the idea of actually putting up some token decorations, what do you think? It’ll be weird not going home this year so perhaps I’ll make the effort and get a little tree at least.

One week to go.

Yes that’s right just one week left till my Summer holidays start. It’s been a gruelling time but I can’t complain as the extra money has and will come in handy. Yes I know it’s strange taking summer holidays in September but for me it’s cooler and less expensive so it makes sense to do it that way.This last week will be especially busy and quite probably prevent me from writing any more of my story but better not to write than to try and force it or see it as a chore.

The pain in my knee has slowly subsided to a more or less dull ache and everything else healthwise appears to be fine.

Last week ended with a nice surprise because my one and only friend with whom I enjoy speaking Spanish (He’s French!!) has returned from his holidays and so we spent Friday evening discussing many things from the latest football scores which I hate to his soon to be born, as yet unamed son. Naming children is a difficult process, I know; I’ve done it. In fact, perhaps for the man this can be the most trying time, finding a name that he likes and that of course the mother also likes. How many people think about the child in this matter? Obviously it’s not really a good idea to wait until they can decide for themselves.

My new camera is performing spectacularly in my opinion. I still have much to learn about using it and photography of course and now the difficult decision of selling my old one or keeping it, sigh decisions decisions.

Anyway nothing more to speak about now so I’ll leave with a picture of my amigo.