Bilston 2015 Pre-Season Friendly Fixtures.

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The World; Getting Better or Getting Worse?

I read the news constantly; it’s the one thing that I never get bored of. I don’t know why either as it’s never lifted my mood or made me smile, its often wall to wall stories of varying grimness. I have to say, it makes for a pretty damned depressing time, pretty much all of the time and it often makes me think that the world is going to hell, quicker than anyone could’ve guessed.

I look back twenty or thirty years to a time when the world seemed safer and more secure, more peaceful and calm, a tranquil Shangri la with a rose tinted haze. The news was just as bleak at times as it is today but day to day it rarely raised an eyebrow or made the mouth loll in disbelief at what was being heard or read, often a brief sigh or a well placed tut was all it took to get over. These days if you want to lose your faith in humanity you just have to switch on a world news service or get on that there internet to fill your heart with the kind of unexplainable black goo of Prometheus.

But I’m coming to appreciate that although the world today seems to be a cesspool of utter depravity it is in fact the access to facts and news that is greater today and not the increase in brutality and disrespect that humans enact upon each other. Islamist terror and murder has been around as long as the faith that they falsely claim to represent has, corruption is as old as money and political incompetence and self interest comes as part of the package, historically.

The internet and the sharing of facts and information has revolutionised the world and as annoying as most things are on the modern, corporately owned, advert rich, market place of goods (not so much ideas in 2015) that the internet is, it has also allowed people to photograph, write about and video terrible events and document evidence of crimes, bringing them to global attention and therefore raise awareness and help encourage and drive change and action in opposition to such inhuman deviance.

I’ve moaned a lot about social media and the worth it has, and 99% of the time that is still the case, but the 1% of the time that it has shone a light on injustice and unfairness, highlighted a brutal government, encouraged enslaved people to be free or documented cruelty towards people and animals it has made a difference. The internet has blossomed into humanities saviour. Knowledge and information that we can all access, anytime, anywhere.

We are living through a transformation from the old way of things before superior technology into a new age where there will be nowhere for people to hide. We are seeing society shift and take a new shape, the new global order is one of fairness and equality and respect, regardless of nationality, creed and colour. Everyone is slowly gaining access to the way things ought to be, how they certainly shouldn’t be and what dignity and justice should be. The sudden increase in biblical violence, pathetic excuses and the exposure of the utterly vile is just the death throes of the old order, embarrassed and angry that their days of existing in secret and without fanfare, to do as they please are over. Once the battle for our Humanity is won in the coming decades we will see a truly amazing example of Humanity emerge. One where understanding, knowledge and acceptance creates a global order that will see all of humanity free, for the first time, once and for all.

Free of its past, and free to explore the future as one.

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We’ve got to get through the bad times, there is no escaping it, and plenty more horribleness will come, but I think humanity is coming of age. Maybe as a very old man I’ll be able to sit down and read the news; the good news, I hope so.

Peace.

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Everyone should grow something edible (even just once).

Another day has come and gone, work was its usual chilling self. Chilling only because it’s the part of life that is mandatory in our capitalist cesspool, but is also the part of the day that makes me wonder why we never created a better system of covering our needs and covering “the costs” (costs are a money thing, favours and good will are free you know!) People were probably better off in the good old times of sharing and bartering, rather than chasing some man made slavery system we call money. What is money? Metal coins, paper notes, are they really so valuable? One day I will turn up and declare to the Bank of England that I want my twenty pounds as I present them with one of their bits of paper, but what will they give me? Gold? I doubt it. We are slaves to bits of metal and paper that pay the electricity bill. So very odd. Anyway…

Tonight I have been exercising my frame gardening. A pretty dull pastime to many and a very enjoyable one to others. I fall into the latter category as I’ve covered previously here so I won’t bore you anymore than I have to.

Whilst whizzing the flymo over the lawn (the lawn cutting is the most tedious of all of the gardening jobs of course) my mind wandered to the idea of why don’t new build home companies put greenhouses and at least one raised bed in new build gardens?

I mean we do live in a world that is trying to be environmentally friendly and nice to mother nature and all that jazz, so why not encourage people to grow a few tomatoes et al as they celebrate buying a new house? Surely it encourages people who feel a responsibility to the planet to have a go, if nothing else. It would be a revolution I think because I became a keen grower of edibles in a split second when I suddenly realised how much I enjoyed nature and how tasty the produce you get is. Yes, of course, it takes time and you’ll still need to nip to Asda to get a cucumber the day after planting the first of your cucumber seeds but with a bit of experience trying and some education on this thing they have now called the internet, anyone can learn to become an all year round, edible growing mutha fucka!

If a million new homes are built then sold that’s a million people growing… I dunno, four million tomato plants, ten million strawberry plants, a hundred millions scallions. You see what I’m getting at? It makes food fresher and more organic, it gives people the pleasure of doing it for themselves and it takes X number of haulage lorries off the roads which adds an extra environmental benefit to the nation. I think a lower reliance on oil to transport our food certainly is an idea for the future if not now.

And if my idea has any roots at all, and I feel it may have, maybe new build homes could all come with a solar panel or two as well. South facing of course. A million solar panels equals a lot less crap burned so we can switch the lights on.

I dunno, just a thought, if the cost of a greenhouse wholesale to a home buyer is more than twenty quid you know they’ll say no anyway. They’re in it for the metal and paper things I mentioned at the start. They aint interested in the future, they’re interested in the profits today. But I still think it would be interesting to see how an idea like this would change things in say ten years time.

It’s an idea at least.

Peace.

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A bloggity (aka nothing new to report).

I haven’t really written anything decent for a few weeks, so here I am having a go at tapping out a few words. I did write a few days ago, maybe a week or so, a very open post about the aging of a canine fellow I know; and intertwined it with a look back over the harsh realities of life and the brutal reality of how life kills and how it had been so brutal to me and my family and friends. I’ve since sobered up and removed that post because it’s not in keeping with my football-politics-pissing about theme here. I don’t know whether to repost it or leave it consigned to the trash? Sometimes I think it’s nice to let the demons go once in a while so they wander free from yourself, but of course you never let them go. You remember them as you remember them; and as time passes they become worse and better, based on the mood you’re in when you reminisce with yourself.

But life certainly is one long battle with itself, just by its very nature, and if you have a great life and wonder what I’m talking about, enjoy life and don’t ask why I’m moaning here. Enjoy it until the day you become a war torn, weary member of reality and experience. I can’t remember those harrowing days of mine particularly well these days – day to day, I think its better to try and let the weight go, and I do, and remember the good times. I can sit and go over the minutia of them of course and it all comes flooding back but I try not to as its counterproductive. But now though, as a result of life, I’m just a scarred up mess of pain and anguish, the good things in life now are the simple things and the love of good people who have my best interests at heart. I garden, I blog, I have a drink, I watch football, I have a laugh. Simple things, but they mean everything to me. Especially laughter. Tomorrow go out of your way to make someone laugh, now that’s awesome aint it? Making someone smile. Go on.

Life, well life is death. Everything has a come down and the highs that life allows us all (aside from the highs we can enjoy whilst in it) has its down side too, the crash, that crash of course being the lights going out forever. But its that eventuality that’s why we have to keep plodding on and making sure yesterday is yesterday and tomorrow is just another day, we can make it what we want and make it better than today. Life shouldn’t have to be lived in the past it has to be lived today going forward. These days I count my blessings and life doesn’t seem so bad. It could be much better of course, but it could also be a damned lot worse.

So I don’t want to be morbid (too late Jay) and drag the mood down. All of the people I’ve lost in my life were a beacon of warmth and bright light in my life when they were alive and are a comforting memory, full of happiness, today. They still offer me wisdom with their words, laughter with their antics and hope with their spirit. I don’t think anything truly dies it just vanishes leaving behind only its energy and influence.

And it’s good to write something down again, less morbid, and more uplifting than the downer I previously posted (just!) Five years I’ve been blogging and I still don’t understand what I’m doing, what’s right or wrong or what the point is. I hope this has a point somewhere, but I’m fucked if I know what it is. But while I’m still trying to write/blog the spark of creativity must still be there. Well barely.

Peace.

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Imagine there’s no countries….?

If this election has had one topic that has been the burning one it has been the issue of immigration. You know how it is. Politicians tell us scary facts such as “Five hundred billion North Africans are heading to YOUR town, right now, to wee in the street and protest against fish and chips and contraception! And they can all sign on because the European Union says they can and they will bankrupt the UK and send all of the money home to their families to build dirty bombs to rain down on those of us left alive in this now squalid, post apocalyptic hell hole they’ve created for us!” Its classic pre-election scare tactics, but immigration has always existed, certainly during all of our lives, and it only seems to be a really serious issue in the run up to an election, because we hear mostly nothing about it the rest of the time, unless a bomb goes off on a bus, then it’s a case of one of them slipped into the country to kill us on our way to work, and then we find out the bomber was actually born and raised in Leeds, but I digress. These politicians, despite telling us the awful terrifying ‘reality’ of their claims, also have the solutions too and all you have to do is vote for them and they can sort it all out, simply and easily by shutting the doors and putting up the “We’re full” signs, signs written only in English and not available in Urdu, Arabic or Chinese. Yeah! That’ll show them! In 1911, 2% of the entire British population was made up of people who weren’t born here, many other countries were part of the Empire, millions of people we ruled by us in their own countries far away from this island of ours, millions of people who fought with us against the German Nazi Empire. But we’re scared of a few people coming here to live and work. Hmmmm.

So what is my point? The point is, countries are, these days, nothing more than administrated areas of land. Yeah of course histories & cultures are different, as is politics, and religion but essentially that’s all they are, circumstantial differences – places where people were born and live. Everyone needs somewhere to live, why deprive a person the chance to want to live where they want, where they feel safe, where they feel protected and can have a chance to better educate themselves? We should be proud that people want to come here, we are a great country, we should never forget that the land of opportunity is Britain, not our wayward cousin, America. And don’t believe that argument that we are the only country that has immigration. Every country in Europe has the same issues that we have with immigration. They aren’t all just on there way here; many stay and settle in Germany, France, Spain etc. Some do come all the way here, but many more don’t.

In 2015 we do have more people than ever trying to enter the UK but many people are coming to live and work here from all over Europe (mostly) as well as the wider world. It’s part of what makes this country great. We are a place of opportunities and where we have vacancies or skill shortages rather than put up with second rate people doing those jobs, we garner the great and the good from all over the globe to come here and make sure that our schools, hospitals and all manner of scientific, sporting and industrial/business needs are met and are the best anywhere on Earth.

As for government policy, the checks have always been in place and you can’t just arrive on Bournemouth’s beeches on a floating door and then throw up your two thumbs as you run to the nearest dole office to claim your free house and welfare; that simply doesn’t happen and never, ever will. But the right wingers and the racists will always have you believe that. Of course the system has some flaws, yes it needs reform, but the day we turn our backs on people who come here looking for a life is the day we lose our humanity as a nation. If a person needs help, we should help them. Some people come here for protection from tyranny, where their very speech or writings would see them killed for opposing a tyrannical regime. But where a person breaks the law or takes our hospitality for granted, well then they have to accept rejection or expulsion. I’m not crazy, I don’t want criminals coming here, that would be counter productive.

But, the fear of foreigners for the sake of it isn’t justified, it simply isn’t. People are people, generally speaking. They should be given a chance to prove they want a better life and if they take it should be saluted, and if they mess it up, that’s on their own head isn’t it?

Let’s not forget that Britain is just a mongrel race anyway made up of people who came over here from other parts of the world to create the people that we are today.

Things you can’t do in a send them all back/closed door United Kingdom in 2015.

  • Buy a pint of milk on Christmas day.
  • Enjoy a beaded car seat cover in a taxi.
  • Buy a kebab in the centre of Wolverhampton at 3.30am
  • Watch an EDL protest get more and more annoyed at a passing woman in a burka when her crime is nothing more than walking her kids home from school past Walsall Town Hall.
  • Have a laugh with an Indian man who answers the question, and what do we smell like to you? With Fish and chips! (I saw this happen once, it was in context, in a debate and was good natured too)
  • Purchase twenty Benson and a pack of lager at 10pm.

Things you can’t do in a send them all back/closed door United Kingdom in 1942.

  • Win World War Two (technically the same as the previous answer but worth mentioning twice).

In conclusion, after my waffling, we have to have immigration, we have to be fair and give people a chance, and it has to be managed in a pragmatic way. Then it’s up to the immigrants themselves to contribute and live our way under our laws. That’s not a bad thing surely?

Peace.

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Floaters are few, but the circus is for you (aka poetic titles are few and far between)

I rant… 

The general election campaign isn’t interesting to someone like me, who knows how he will vote…; I’m sure that you’re the same. I guess you are because anyone reading black text on a white background on a blog online is usually someone with enough intelligence to pull themselves away from the flashing colours of Candy Crush Saga or ‘betfrankdoublecash’arry.com whoaarrrr!!!!! HAVE IT!’ The whole thing is about as interesting as an episode of Prisoner Cell Block H dubbed into Japanese and shown on The Food Network Channel +1 at 4.30 in the morning. (Its 3.30 and I need a shit, fuck it, I’ll stay up and catch it later…)

All of the money that the parties waste on advertising, self promotion and TV broadcasts is designed simply for the floating voter, those that are undecided, but honestly – I don’t want to live in a democratic nation that could be decided by the few people who aint interested in politics most of the time and are drawn to the polls at the last minute to choose one of the freak shows based on the lies they spew at this particular time. Certainly marginal seats are won and lost based on adverts or calculated statements at the right time, that’s – well I suppose part of the system and its failure.

UKIP disagree with me of course. They’re relying on the undecided to show up and you can guarantee that a day or two before the election they will say something reckless or milk an unforeseen event to try and jemmy those undecided voters from their day to day lives and into the polling booths to make sure that ‘knee-jerk’ and his brother ‘reactionary’ have a final say in the outcome of the election.

The Conservatives know the game and aint interested in the floaters. They target the seats they can win and unfortunately, they will do so this election. They won’t go as far as UKIP in milking the socio-political-news situation on the day but will certainly dip a toe passively. And then try to paint their brothers by another mother (UKIP) as heinous, monstrous, ridiculous, Satans before attempting to climb into bed with them once the clock strikes 11pm and the ballot boxes are upturned for counting. That scenario is the worst one in my head. No one wants the Tories propped up by those UKIP twats. That would mean the end of public services and a total isolation of this country, by its upcoming deeds (EU exit) in Europe. If you think its bad now folks just you wait and see if that happens, fancy rolling that dice? To quote a ridiculous, racist of a Tory, ‘There will be rivers of blood running in the streets…’ and no one will clean up the blood because the public servants would be no more, replaced with Street Crew Plc, privately owned with a public contract, just sucking up the cash. And if you’re bleeding there will be no hospital place for you, not unless you want to credit card the bill and spend the rest of your life paying 20% interest on it (the ambulance is a taxi by the way, that you’ll foot the bill for too!)

Labour are still recovering from Old Labour that was er… New Labour. You know that Tory version of Labour. Yeah Labour had to go all Tory to win three elections in a row and our saviour from heaven, who walked on water… when it started raining and turned wine into water… at all of his PFI functions, turned out to be a Christian fundamentalist with a disregard for human life but a love of military intervention (Hallelujah, praise be to someone, somewhere, yeee haarr!) But you can’t call him all bad. Iraq is now the brightest beacon of freedom on Earth thanks to our intervention…. anyway. Labour are the only large party that could even begin to govern the country (minority rule of course) over the Tories. I’ve been a supporter of theirs most of my life and yet I don’t see them as an alternative choice. They are bought and paid for, unlike the Tories and big business, they are owned by unions and ideas from the 1940s that still apply, and they talk about often, but would never ever dare to reapply in the twenty first century. That is my disagreement with them. People need the socialism again, Labour. The floater loves the idea of some fucking socialism. I know Labour created the NHS, but you have to take it back and make it what it once was. Idle promises are not saving lives, ring fenced budgets do, more staff do, and HIGHER ring fenced budgets, in REAL TERMS need to be announced. Or are you going to fuck it all up? I just don’t know. Maybe the floaters do? This party was founded on values it no longer has because the spin and the personality has been allowed to replace honest values that you ‘stand for’, but are too scared to announce and follow through. Disappointing.

Floaters won’t vote Liberal Democrat. At the last election, all of the Lib Dem voters I know, voted Lib Dem to try and keep the Tories out. The rest is history. The Liberal Democrats have proven to be nothing more than whores who will ask for your vote based on what they say and then do anything to get a tiny piece of the cake of power regardless. I’d don’t trust them & wouldn’t vote for them whilst Nick Clegg was in charge of them. They didn’t water down their values, with governmental power, to have some influence – they threw them away which is extremely sad. At the last election, forty years of Liberal party (parties) hard work and hope was given away so that a few of them could hold seats of government and sell memoirs. Absolutely unforgivable and the vacuum in our hopes they’ve created with their untrustworthiness has seen a rise in the far right, their natural enemy. They had it all, the ideas, the policies, and then the entire ethos was flushed into liberal oblivion because one or two at the top of the movement saw a chance to make a few quid speaking after dinner when they were retired. I can’t shake my head in disgust enough without getting nauseous and vomiting as I fall to the ground unconscious and dizzy at their very existence, I nearly voted for them in 2010, I’d have felt physically sick for five years if I had. You let your party and its voters down Nick Clegg. You really did.

No floaters in the West Midlands going to vote Plaid or SNP, that’s for sure. But I can’t knock Wales and Scotland for wanting to get out of this mess. I’d vote for Black Country independence too. I’m sure we couldn’t fuck it up as bad as London given the opportunity to do the best for ourselves in a region we all know and love and understand. I do know that the floaters in those countries are already yours.

As for the Greens. You are my vote, and not at the same time, and only because of this: If I thought you could win this election I’d do it, I may still do it, but because you can’t I don’t want to waste my vote.

No wait, I might just waste my vote. And with this post I’m now floating myself.

But floating where?

I suppose I’ll find out on May the 7th.

Peace.

PS – Despite my rant, go and vote. It does make a difference. A cross in a box can change the world. My opinions are left leaning politically. I don’t care for personal wealth above what I need to eat and pay my bills. We are all in it together, but not like the Tories tell us. We should all look after each other and what we pay in tax should benefit us all. We can fight the machine one cross in a box at a time. This is the time. Float. Vote. Float and vote. But let your cross in the box be heard. But make your own mind up when you do.

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