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Jockey Colours

If you started a sports team, what would the colours and mascot be?

I wouldn’t be able to help myself.My favourite colours for “my” team would be just like what Jockey’s representing their horse’s owners wear at very up market Horse Racing Meets.

No matter what the team sport,be it football,hockey,hand ball volleyball or any other team sport you can think of it would have to be a little primary red cap, primary yellow and red polka dot silk long sleeve shirt and white calf length pantaloons. No sponsorship labels on any of the clothing.

It would have to look pristine everything they wore it,so I would need a team of launderers and seamstresses too to ensure my team looked fantastic no matter where or what they were playing.

I can see them now!. Following the Mascot,which would be an 8ft tall toy brown bear dressed up in the “colours” who would cheer on my Team from the sidelines.

Thank you,and I enjoyed my little fantasy.

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Non-Combatant,Non-committal.

How have your political views changed over time?

I’ve often thought that freedom of thought is associated with being young and carefree.

Without the burden of the cares of the World on your shoulder,your thoughts can be expansive ,your sympathies and empathies can follow many paths and understanding show no limits.There is right and wrong and in-between ,all worth consideration and all worth your time.

And then the Real World comes crashing down ,the need to earn a living in a competitive Workplace ,to find a place to Live,to play a role in the Community you are a part of.All these are demands on Time and Energy.

Freedom of thought suddenly becomes a luxury. Discussions about Politics are irritating and in some cases inappropriate.The need to fit in and be accepted is paramount.Why argue?You need a system to work within,who wants constant controversy?

Stability,A Rulebook of Effort and Reward; that is what is needed. There are people more wise and talented people than you who can put that in place. They have the time,you don’t.

Over a period of time, thoughts and discussions about Politics become superfulous, and those who participate in them become clowns and the butt end of jokes and accusations of corruption. Who indeed would consider going into ” politics” as a serious career? Public Service ? My foot!

And there we are before we know it?A cynic,nothing will change.

Politicians are egotistical and selfish and known for feathering their own nests with our hard earned cash.

We are Powerless , Fearful, we have little or no control.Protest is pointless or dangerous.Democracy is purely an expression of opinion through voting ,not an effective mode of change or reform.

Yes,your chosen Political Party can lose an election,but the winner won’t be much different from the loser. You have voted for a status quo of Authority.Now die quietly.No-one cares.

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Punk Rock Sleeper

I suppose you’d have to know your sleeping partner very well before asking for an Airmax Breathing Aid for Christmas. I was lucky enough to have an understanding partner, perhaps not so understanding to put up with my occasional Walrus Like groans at intermittent times of the night, but understanding enough to make the effort to search the internet for a Solution. I think I might have said to him,

“This is the challenge , should you choose to accept it?” He smiled and I knew he was up to it.

A few days before Christmas, when my only choice was to sleep on my side , curled up in an almost foetal position, due to the dog ( a small terrier) and making an effort not to lie on my back It was when I stretched out comfortably on my back and fell asleep that my body called out for more air and I would wake myself up , with the mating grunt of a hefty artic Walrus in the throes of ecstasy. This did not go down well particularly when said Sleeping Partner had to get up at 6.00am to go to work.

However, Christmas Day arrived and I’m pleased to say so did a solution to my breathing problem in the form of the “Airmax Breathing Aid.” The one I had been looking at on the internet , was battery powered and gently blew oxygen into the nasal passages while you were asleep. Sensibly, for a first try at increasing airflow ,my Partner went for the purely mechanical solution. So it was that I opened the box and came across a blue soft moulded rubber device , a bit like a pair of headphones for a trendy mouse.

There was a small device(blue) and an orange device (medium). However, as with anytime on Christmas Day there were other priorities and after the usual thanks and now you open yours I put my package away safely , wondering when I would get the chance to try it out.

As with any Christmas, the dishes needed done and I was tidying up in the kitchen at 1.00am on Boxing Day after my Sleeping Partner had called it a day as he had a bit of a cold. When I’d finished putting away a batch of dishes and had washed up more ready to put then away in the morning I made myself a small drink and thought about getting ready for bed aswell as reading the instructions for my “Airmax”

I took the Airmax box upstairs and I’ve got to admit I was a little nervous Perhaps it would hurt? Perhaps it would be uncomfortable? Or even make my eyes water or my nose run. That wouldn’t help me sleep. However, I was determined to try it , if it meant I could sleep on my back.

The instructions said , “fit in front of a mirror”. So after brushing my teeth, and rinsing the blue Airmax, I put it as instructed with the “legs” opening my airway and the little blue rubber bit looking like I had a nose piercing. I thought I looked a bit like a Punk Rocker. It was not uncomfortable in truth I could hardly feel it , I adjusted it slightly by pushing the blue rubber bit upwards and everything seemed to fit very nicely. I also had a bit of a cold and in truth, I immediately began to breath more easily. This I felt was a good sign. I perhaps was not as tired as I should have been, but the bed and the quilt cover were very tempting. I hopped into bed and lay on my back, my sleeping partner was fast asleep.

The feeling of being able to stretch my neck , back and legs was wonderful. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted by arms under or over the quilt. The most important thing was I had a choice. My breathing was easier, I wasn’t coughing and all I knew was that my body was getting more air. It was a pleasant feeling.

Unfortunately though, possibly because of the excitement during the day , I just couldn’t sleep. I wanted to know as soon as possible if when I fell asleep that I wouldn’t snore. I knew if I started it would wake my sleeping Partner and I would get a deep voice in my ear saying “Roll Over, your snoring!”. I always hated that as it would wake me up and also make me feel annoyed with myself.

I couldn’t sleep and lay there for about an hour, I eventually needed to get up and go to the bathroom. I thought , well suppose my “Airmax” falls out when I get up, but it didn’t , it stayed put. I had visions of it falling out like a contact lens and having to search for it on a dark landing. Fortunately, it just seemed to stay put, I checked again in the mirror and again thought it looked like a nose piercing without the pain.

Back into bed I got and now my brain was beginning to settle down, so I must have nodded off to sleep on my back. It wasn’t until about 8.00am that morning when my Partner said ” Roll Over”. I had slept on my back all night and it was just towards the end of my sojourn that I began making loud noises again, though I am assured that they were nothing as bad as they used to be.

The instructions say use it for two weeks to get used to it, I’m more than happy to do this and I really think that the extra airflow helps. I might move up to the orange ( medium) one to see if it stops my Snoring noises completely, but there was such an improvement , I think both of us will be a lot happier. What a great little device, I’m a Punk Rock Sleeper.

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Dead Man’s Shoes (2004)

Channel 4 kindly in an AI sort of way recommended on my phone app ” Dead Man’s Shoes” as a film that I would or “should” watch. I must admit I had a quick look at the content and thought no not my kind of thing. Too much unseemly sex and violence . No , I thought , I can’t, it’s too depressing. A Dark story about drugs and the tragedy they can lead to.

However, the Film was made in 2004 and is regarded as a Classic of it’s genre. What I hadn’t picked up upon was “Anthony”( Tony Kebbell) when he first appears with Richard his older brother( Paddy Considine) is not going to suffer further abuse. “Anthony” as a character is pure genius, I feared for what was going to happen to him. Another reason I thought I could not watch the film. Richard is an amazing Character too, it seems he is invincible and certainly has that “Monster, not Monster” quality.

For those of you who haven’t seen the film it is well worth watching and I’m not going to give away the plot. I looked up the plot on Wikipedia and then felt safe to watch it. I still enjoyed it thoroughly and I recommend you have a look. It is a Classic, as I sit here drinking my tea and having a fried egg muffin sandwich, Dead Man’s Shoes got me where it matters, it’s on point and now I can put it to bed.

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What is the First Impression that You Want to give People

Approachable

I want to make people feel comfortable to approach me.😉

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I am reading “Politics On the Edge” by Rory Stewart

Trying to understand why Politicians seem shallow and shady(well at least in the United Kingdom)

What attracted me about this book is it covers a period that saw the rise of some very odd characters in our National Politics. Boris Johnson (Prime Minister, Foreign Secretary and Mayor of London) ,Liz Truss (Prime Minister), Kwazi Kwarteng (Chancellor of the Exchequer).

Liz Truss meeting the Late Queen Elizabeth II and being asked to form a government in a hastily arranged meeting was I believe a very sad ending to a productive reign by a well respected Monarch. It was ridiculously sad,the Queen performed her duty even though she was very ill , and Liz curtsied.

Little did we know that Liz thought she had carte blanche to subject us all to her lunatic economic theories. Not just were we to lose our beloved Queen,but we were also going to have to cope with Liz and Kwazi’s ill thought out free market economics which almost crashed our economy and sent our finances into a dangerous free fall , indeed it made “austerity” look a ride in the park.

So ,yes, I would like to know how these dreadful people got the top critical jobs in Politics.What process allowed them to rise to the top.

I’m only on Chapter 4, so it would be unfair of me to review Rory’s book.I do trust his point of view ,though, and I’m getting a feel for The Party System. I think he has a high-powered Civil Servant’s brain aswell as the capacity to educate (Harvard Professor). A powerful combination.

With the recent news that the now “Lord Cameron” is going to be Foreign Secretary ,Rory was honest enough to say on the Podcast that he works on with Alistair Campbell (The Rest is Politics) that he would have liked the job as Foreign Secretary.

I think Rory would do a good job as with anything he took responsibility for. He obviously takes the role as Public Servant very seriously. Unlike it seems some of his contemporaries who seem more interested in their next promotion

Early Days though and I’m enjoying the read…(well listen,I’m an audio book fan).

I’m learning a lot and enjoying the book.

Thank you for reading.

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The Good Of A Pet

(To Care is to be Aware)

To look after,to be attentive to care and nurture ,rather than destroy or ruin.That is why we look after Pet animals, or indeed Wild Animals that need our help. It is an amazing benefit to humanity.

Let us not forget the good that it does and the tragedy we all feel when there is suffering due to neglect or ignorance.

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Let’s get Physical…..

What is your favorite form of physical exercise?

Dreaming about doing an Aerobics Class

I could only reply effectively to this prompt with a video of me doing an aerobics routine to “Let’s Get Physical” by the Late Great Olivia Newton John.

It would make you all cry with laughing so much. Fortunately ,the video exists only in my dreams.

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Grammar,Punctuation and Life

I’m a Tryer,but I’m also very Trying

I started using WordPress some years ago.I have never really got the hang of it to be truthful.

Thankfully,I have been able to put some of my ideas down in an electronic writing format.This gives me a sense of achievement. The Book “The Cuckoo In The Nest” approaches the subject of an elite minority believing that some people are superior to others because of their genetic make up and how as a Society we can ignore the “danger” signs.

Thankfully there will always be pockets of resistance who will stand up for humanity both for a general cause,but also because it affects them personally.

My heroes are a couple who have to face the reality of loss and become embroiled in a complex effort to protect their son from exceedingly dark forces.

I believe it is a good story although perhaps I need to do more drafts .C’est la vie. I like WordPress even if I don’t really use it to it’s full potential.

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Orwell ….so much more than 1984…..an admirer.

Blog 1 The Road to Wigan Pier leads to Intel Inc.

I couldn’t have a writer as my hero,and George Orwell aka Eric Blair would not have had one either.His heroes were ordinary people and their struggles.The content of this series of blogs is based on Orwell’s books starting in no particular order with The Road to Wigan Pier.

“Blog”I magine is a word Orwell would have despised.I can hear him muttering “Blag” under his breath in some smokey drinking pub in London. Infact had it existed at his time,I am sure he would have utilised it in his stories in a way that left the reader in no doubt about it’s potential to do harm.

A desire, however , to make a well researched and planned piece of writing, well,he would have found that a worthy cause. As writing was in his blood, he lived his writing as indeed writing helped him live. Although, now we are generations away from the time that Orwell graced this Earth ,blog it must be.

A blog is surely the antithesis of effort as someone with Orwell’s intellect and writing ability would easily identify. I have my prompts about grammar, spelling and layout. Green lines telling me I could do better. Orwell had a notepad,a typewriter and his brain.

Orwell would no doubt laugh at the irony of a machine telling me how to write.Perhaps he would see the potential for malicious manipulation.He would surely argue the case for talent as indeed he was a great one.

Revisiting “The Road to Wigan Pier” , I admire his faith in The Working Class as people,The Ethic of Valuable Work and a disavowel of Great Writers such as HG Wells,DH Lawrence and George Bernard Shaw is honest and forthright.

Would you rather hear about a writers imagination or a workers reality? Orwell goes further and surmises that these esteemed writers have either cuckolded themselves to the bourgeoisie or are so blinkered to the benefits of unstoppable progress that they treat the drawbacks as inconveniences eg. in Well’s books there are elites and servants. The servile get the short end of every stick. A sort of right wing utopia.

In an endeavour to improve my craft, I shall blog and at the same time share my appreciation of Orwell and convey I hope how his ideas affect us today in quite unexpected ways. We may not be living 1984,but Orwell knew what would make things better for more people,his heart was in the right place.

Part One of ” Wigan Pier” gives a description of the harsh reality of life for the unemployed in a period when Colonial Britain was slowly coming to an end. It is a record of back to back houses detailing sizes of rooms ,how many people lived in them,poor sanitation, and poor diet. The working class getting married and having children while unemployed ,with no prospect of a steady income,and being shunned by a middle class who would do no such thing themselves.The middle class as they looked down on the working classes would pay their way no matter what,let the sun never set on their idea of what was right or wrong.The workers seemed more in touch with reality and the continuation of the planet.The middle classes petulant and priggish.

I particularly like that Wigan Pier, is a myth,a Music Hall Joke.It does not exist,it was the material for of a joke by George Formby snr in his very successful act. A mythical stop on an inland cruise,a wooden structure to distribute coal.The search for a glamorous side to Wigan continues, perhaps it is their rugby team.Orwell does not mention rugby or rugger as he might have called it ,so perhaps the Wigan Warrior’s did not exist in his day,they seem quite Glamorous though.

When in Part Two of “Wigan Pier” ,he describes the Middle Class Socialists and their Vegetarian beliefs, I found myself thinking,well, nothing much has changed.

Orwell states something quite true even today,that Working People do not believe in theoretical Socialism, they believe in the part of Socialism that gives them better pay and conditions for the work they do and enough money and leisure time to raise their children should they have them or pursue a hobby or a dream in their own time should they have one.

Orwell comes across as both brash and humorous with his ideas. He says in “Wigan Pier” that the Bourgeois Socialist have never came up with a “good song” . Not like the rousing songs in the pubs and working men clubs he visited while researching his writing and indeed “finding himself”. Orwell would have hated that phrase “finding myself.”

However,he is definately on a journey of discovery to understand his role in a Society which to him is decaying.The Class System which separates human beings in a irrational ,judgemental,discretionary and debilitating set of rules which serve no purpose other than to encourage inadequacy and selfishness is suffering from the demise of The British Empire and the disturbing effect of Wars.

Orwell himself suffered the humiliation of belonging to the Lower Middle Class and being shoulder to shoulder with the privileged classes while at Eton,but with no money.

He mentions, when talking about Russia’s communist system and detailing the perceived success of the introduction of Mechanisation in increasing productivity in what was probably a fairly Brutal Soviet Russia with Stalin in charge.

He states that there is a Salmon Canning Factory in Moscow. I am amused that in the same breath he says he has no access to Russia,that he really doesn’t know what is going on there,apart from the reports of how many tractors they build and their efforts at production,but he mentions this Moscow Canning Factory.

It peaked my interest.So what happened to the Salmon canning factory in Moscow. It’s like having a Pilchard Tinning Factory in London .

Orwell saw Mechanisation and the exponential Production Targets as indications of failure of the Russian Socialist System .

Mechanisation would lead to the demise of Working people skill levels and free time. Let’s face it anyone who has worked in a low skilled ,repetitive job and done overtime to achieve production targets is going to relate to this. His premise is that the emphasis on successful production figures is not indeed Socialism ie. not everyone benefits, but purely a form of Capitalism.Where does the Canned Salmon Factory profits go if it is successful?

So, with the aid of Modern Technology and Google,I asked the Internet.Was there still a Salmon Canning Factory in Moscow? Surely, it had been a failure,just a fish in a pan like everything in Soviet Russia was according to Western Ideaology and thinking .Well no, and the answer surprised me and made me think.Orwell would I feel pat me on the head.Well done girl!Though I can’t help but feel he would be surprised too at the result.

Dorboflot ,a global Salmon Canning Company, established in 1911, has one of it’s Head Offices in Moscow today. Their website is most informative from their production figures they seem to be thriving.They have a number of Canning factories across Russia.

“We procure only wild fish because only it has a natural taste” They proudly state.

I googled a bit further, “Wild Salmon,where does it come from.”

Basically, two large producers ,Alaska and Russia.However ,the industry has been impacted significantly by environmental factors.Overfishing,pollution and loss of habitat.Wild Salmon and their spawning grounds needed protection.

Enter the Gordon and Betty Moore Foundation American philanthropists . Gordon Moore was the founder of Intel Corporation and the creator of Moore’s Law ,which enabled Silicon Valley’s continued progress in smaller more efficient devices….basically why we have hand held mobile phones and why Mainframe Computers are no longer the size of houses.

The Foundation stepped in and provided funds to safeguard the North Pacific Ecosystem and enable the salmon to successfully migrate and provide their important role that Nature intended for them.

Gordon and Betty’s money provided for the Kol River Salmon Refuge on the Russian Far East Kamchatka Peninsula.544,000 acres of protected wild salmon ,the first of it’s kind.

So thanks to American Philanthropy, Dobroflot can continue producing it’s “tasty” Salmon

I think this connection would have made George very happy.The coming together of American Philanthropy and the continued success of a Russian Canning Company along with the benefit of sustainable fishing grounds is quite amazing and is indeed true Socialism in action.

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