Realistic Dreams and other Achievable Aims.

As a child I was given a small print of the Edvard Munch
painting ‘The Sun’. It is a powerful painting. I kept the print
upon my wall for many a year.

The first time I went to Oslo was in 1983, and at long last I
was able to see the painting for myself.

Something I never dreamed might happen to me while I was a child.

Since then I’ve been to many other places which I never
dreamed about getting to while I was as child.

Come to that: –
I’ve been to places, and seen things which my grandparents
would never of been able to reach within their working lives.

Continue reading Realistic Dreams and other Achievable Aims.

Not believing everything I’m ever told.

It always seems like there is someone or other who wants to
rewrite history as the result of their own political
agendas.

My father was in the Fleet Air Arm during World War Two.

At one stage he was at the back of a ship which was
crossing the Atlantic Ocean. One evening while looking aft of the boat he saw a white trail pass across where his ship had been.

A couple of days later the British born Nazi ‘Lord Haw Haw’
( William Joyce ) announced upon the German radio that the
ship my father was on has been sunk in a U boat action.

There is a lesson here in terms of just not believing
everything which you may hear upon the radio.

A Few Fun Publication Ideas.

I’ve always been the kind of person which has come up with
a lot of bright ideas, but have never been able to develop
more than a small proportion of them all.

Here are two of the ideas which I have dreamed up over the
years in regards to periodical titles.

– The Authoritarian Anarchist:
The Paper with the Correct Ideological Line.

– Criminal Elements:
The paper which reports the news upon just which Judges
& police officers have been convicted for various criminal
activities during the proceeding week.

Neither of these works do I ever expect to reach print
production, and maybe a good thing too.

During the early 1980s I was part of the editorial
collective of
‘Fly on the Wall:
Richmond and Twickenhams other scurrilous rag’.

In the early 1990s I also made my own small contribution
to ‘The Crouch Ender’.

The ‘Crouch Ender’ covered the Crouch End area of North
London, and was one of the funniest periodicals which I
have ever read or been involved with.

One of these days I should write something more about the
history of the ‘Crouch Ender’, but maybe that’s just
another one of my bright ideas which may never get in to
print.

Who Knows ?