It depends upon your viewpoint

I was reminded, by this story in the Mail about nude sunbathing in your own garden, of a time many years ago when I was living in South Africa. I was told, by a neighbour who was a member of the Traffic Police; that this elderly Afrikaans lady, living on the top floor of a posh, pricey block of flats in Cape Town, called the police and complained that she could distinctly see men bathing nude on the beach. As the beach in front of her apartment was occupied by the famous (or infamous, depending upon your viewpoint) Sir De Villiers Graaf nude swimming pool, the cops arrived and interviewed the lady after looking out at the pool area which was fully protected by a six-foot high concrete wall on three sides.


“I’m sorry, Madam but the bathers are hidden behind the wall; how are you disconcerted and worried?” asked the young policeman.


“Ah’, came the reply, “if you stand here on the table; and place one foot there on the windowsill……”


All in accord with the health declarations as listed….

So, your husband, Ballymena man Patrick Faith, who sometimes uses a wheelchair, , goes on holiday with you, his wife, on a trip to Bulgaria.

“I woke up that morning and he was dead,” she said, fighting back tears. “Callum and I had been at a restaurant the night before but Pat, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s disease five years ago, wasn’t feeling well so he stayed in the hotel.

“Our friend Leonard, who hadn’t gone out either, gave him his medicine at 10pm and when we got back later, Callum went up to the room and everything was fine.“Before I went to bed I heard him snoring. He was definitely alive.”

The Faiths, who set off on holiday on August 14, were due to return home on August 29, but Julie spent over £900 to get her and Callum home three days earlier so that they could be with her oldest son Patrick. But, as she revealed through tears, the anguish surrounding the former Michelin worker’s death, is continuing. Although a post-mortem was carried out on Pat last Friday, the family weren’t told the results – “he had a massive heart attack” – until Monday evening, two days after they returned.

But; No Worries; because the Travel Insurance, bought before commencing the holiday, would cover everything?


“They’re saying we didn’t disclose Pat’s full medical condition, but that’s not true,” she said. “Pat was always looking for a bargain; he actually asked the salesperson to knock some money off the premium, but he was told that the only way to make it cheaper was not to disclose his ailments and I was horrified.”

It has now been one week since Julie lost “a brilliant man, father and husband” and one “who worked tirelessly to provide everything for our family”.

She still doesn’t know how long she has to wait before she can arrange his funeral but she hopes it will be within the next 10 days now that the Kevin Bell Repatriation Trust has vowed to help her bring him home.

So, despite admitting that the family lied to get a cheaper quotation for the holiday, she is still ‘aggrieved’ about her dead husband’s treatment.

Julie added: “Before we went to Bulgaria, our son Callum warned him that he’d better not be sick while we were away because the medical treatment wouldn’t be up to Northern Ireland’s high standards. Little did we know what lay ahead.“

Well, if the Kevin Bell Trust is as good as its word, Mr. Faith’s remains will be transported in a seemly and respectful manner back to his family and friends.
Which wasn’t quite the case as with the remains of two murdered British Soldiers, killed by cold-blooded Irish Republican terrorists as they waited, unarmed, for delivery of a late-evening snack.

Are the Skies falling? Probably not….

President Trump condemns BOTH sides of rioting in demonstration….All Media and commentators climb in and attempt to paint him as Fascist / Hitler resurrected / whatever takes your fancy. He is pilloried for not ignoring the left-wing violence, which was nothing if not more vicious than that ladled out by the right-wing elements. He is further damned for not immediately agreeing that the man who hit and killed the woman protester deserves at least the death penalty.

He is further excoriated for making further statements which are even-handed; but has probably learnt by now that nothing but Immediate Resignation on the grounds of ‘He shouldn’t have won’ will satisfy the ever-baying mob.


Nancy Pelosi  issued a statement late Tuesday denouncing violent left-wing “Antifa” protesters, saying they deserve “unequivocal condemnation”, and even the Washington Post places an op-ed stating that ‘Antifa’ are the equivalent of their opponents in violence; stating,  ‘Totalitarian is precisely what they are’.


Are we seeing a rare vision of reality creeping into the MSM? It will never last!

Charity begins……

Interesting discussion in the pages of Time/Money regarding the ways and byways of some Charity organisations, with heavy emphasis on the American Red Cross, and their approach to disasters in the present, as well as the past.

One slightly tongue-in-cheek statement says that the donor is quite justified in tieing donations to specific activities, or earmarking your funds for specific causes (i.e. disaster relief) so you know they won’t go to the charity director’s half-million-dollar salary.

The piece also takes aim at the shambles which was the Red Cross response to Katrina, or in Haiti, where donations to the Red Cross totalled $500 million, but at least a third of this cash raised went toward administrative costs, “program costs incurred in managing” other charities in Haiti, and the other charities’ own administrative costs; and where the charity claimed it had built enough homes to provide shelter for 130,000 people—but it had actually only built six.

I accept that disasters occur, and charitable relief works are always welcome; but my big problem is that most of the ‘household name’ charities are, themselves, ‘big business’ with salaries, pension funds and ‘we have to pay the going rate for personnel’ attitude to justify the telephone number salaries.



At least eighty-odd people died in the Grenfell Inferno. A terrible tragedy which simultaneously brought out the best and the worst (according to publicised points of view) in our Country. The best? Thousands of pounds donated to help the survivors who have lost everything. The worst? The allegation that the new Leader of the Council is (shock, horror) the owner of a second home on the Isle of White Wight. (How the ownership of a second property by this wealthy, democratically-elected councillor is horrifying was never explained, but, take it from me; it was taken as ‘offending’ the entire ‘Commoonitty’!)

So, in the weeks before the famous (or should that rather be ‘infamous’) Notting Hill Carnival, a dreadful fire killed people, and it never, ever crossed the minds of the organisers of this strange, totally un-English occasion where thousands of people ‘enjoy’ themselves by prancing around in ‘colourful’ costumes, whilst drinking copious amounts of booze, daubing each other with handfuls of paint, and also whilst having their ears assaulted by very, very loud music: that it just might be wiser, and certainly more ‘respectful’ of the dead to cancel the whole jamboree.

Cancel? The idea is simply outrageous; was the considered opinion of the ‘Commooonity’, those opinion movers and shakers whose statements of support had meant so much to the survivors of Grenfell. ‘No, we must show solidarity with #Grenfell by parading, prancing, smoking lots of weed and getting as drunk as possible’. Solidarity; Man! That is what this ‘Commooonity’ is all about!’ I mean to say, we organised a whole ‘Minute’s Silence’ for those who died. Surely you understand that we couldn’t expand that ‘Minute’ to Two Whole Days?

So self-appointed marshals were running up to people as they walked towards the tower’s remains, and telling them not to take photos because it was ghoulish, and nasty, and uncivilised to take a photo of the place where so many had died: totally ignoring the lunacy which was taking place about a half-mile up the road! Thats what I like about the self-anointed censors amongst us, they just ‘know’ what is right, and of course what is not!



Nothing up my sleeves but my arms….

As observers, limited to the evidence presented to our eyes and ears as we regard ongoing stories, we have to take a lot for granted. I can testify, as I wrote, that life can change; instantly, in between two heartbeats! We must accept, categorically, that apart from things which happen in front of our eyes, we have to take someone’s word for what happened. 99.9999 (recurring) percent of the world’s sentient population, even those connected in the most tenuous of ways saw video recordings or read the reports of one of those two jets literally swerving, aligning themselves with their targets, the Twin Towers. There is no finer proof besides that of something which was covered by independent people, whose quick reflexes filmed a very silent moment as the tragedy unfurled. I myself sat stunned as the smoke, flames and more smoke billowed ever higher into that superb cloudless sky: and I watched on live t.v. as the slow, remorseless calamity unfolded as first one, and then the other tower, shorn of the physical integrity which had been provided by the steel cored structure, as it literally bent and fractured under the heat of the jet fuel-powered fires: finally groaned, failed, and majestically accelerated straight down towards Ground Zero.


I wrote on my own site, in memoriam of one person who died; and I learnt of the simple life of that woman, in the time before a fanatic stated that she, along with 2,995 others should die. I took whatever information I could from records, from recorded family details, and I posted that small insignificant story as part of a blogger’s project, to prove that they were remembered, that they did not die in vain. Those who read it, and those who read the follow-up piece about one of the six sections of the girders, supposed to form the London remembrance to that awful day, lay for weeks in a scrapyard, before the powers-that-be were finally shamed into the provision of a tiny scrap of land, tucked away behind the London Aquatic Centre in the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park. Instead of being slap-bang in the middle of all those swanky buildings which were supposed to ‘bring us all together, in celebration of the Olympic ideals’ or some other diarrhoea-laden garbage; the visitor, the searcher after knowledge and of how the Capital City of these Nations treats its indelible memories; has to wend their way over a car-park, around the sides of a busy road, in order to find this tiny scrap of land, to find the Girders placed almost grudgingly, as an afterthought. This monument, which should have been centre-stage and floodlit from the moment it was erected, is treated almost the same as some would treat a distant family relative, slightly dodgy, ill-tempered and of a dubious reputation; remembered but shuttled out of sight; almost as though the City and Capital itself knew, but was ashamed to admit that that had actually happened.


But of course, as usual; I digress. I wished to explore the difference between what we could verify with our own eyes and ears; and what we inhale into our minds from sources often so slanted, biased and opposed to the truth as has actually been seen and verified by truly independent observers. I followed a straightforward commentary piece by James Delingpole, and found myself entranced and ensconced in the blog-based story of the Timeline of the Hamas Gaza beach operation by a writer named Thomas Wictor. Read it, and make up your own mind if he has managed to separate truth from fiction, make your mind up if he has convinced YOU that the death of those four youngsters was the result of Israeli bombardment, or the cynical manipulation of a compliant and complaisant Western News Media by the terrorist Hamas, the enemy of everything Israel stands for, including its very existence.