I’m starting to think that my days of tapping out words here might be drawing to a close. I find that I have nothing to say anymore and when I try to write I’m just forcing out second rate pap and as many a constant reader around here will know I only deal in Grade A, top notch pap. My recent experience of writing a book took my eye off the ball as far as current affairs, sport and the like, topics that I have enjoyed commentating on in a retarded and sometimes barely readable manner over the years on this blog, and so the urge to continue has all but gone. I also found my experience in publishing a very mixed bag indeed and I feel that it has effected my enjoyment of writing in general. Not that it was a bad experience, it was just unusual. I guess I’m just not used to seeing something through from start to finish and having it being well received and a modest success. I’m a failure, always have been, I don’t do praise very well. What I learned is there are aspects to publishing a book that I don’t really enjoy, I just enjoy the writing, everything else really is a chore and it’s a chore I can live without. If writing to any level of success or being published means being unable to escape the marketing, promoting and publicity then it’s frankly not for me. After eighteen years writing its come as a bit of a shock that I feel this way as it’s been the one thing in my life I have truly loved more than any other hobby or pastime.

A small but loyal number of readers have been very supportive and encouraging during my time here and they’ve commented and liked a lot of my stuff, and for that I am grateful and I feel I owe it to those guys to say that I might be ending this blog. It’s fair to say that without your encouragement over the years this blog would have died the death years ago.

Thanks again to each and every one of you, all the best with what ever the rest of life sends your way, be nice and look forward cus that’s the way time is heading. Rear view mirrors should be thrown out along with rose tinted spectacles. There are plenty of other blogs, good blogs, online you could be reading, that’s where I’ll be. Maybe we’ll cross paths again some time in the future.

If not, be good and stay safe.



The hashtag means we cared or some shit.


Another day of bloodshed conducted by an ideology that has an army, that is feeding itself many ways as well as it needs or can, has murdered another three dozen civilians in mainland Europe.

The media cares not for names or faces but cares about the numbers because somehow 30 dead feed their narrative of fear more than 10 dead or 2 dead or 1 dead giving no ounce of thought for the ripple effect each loss will have in the lives of hundreds of people surrounding each victim.

They talk about Paris and its so recent atrocity, without thought for the victims and their ripples that still burn people, they talk about the threat we face, the threat that is there and the threat that has been encouraged by our way of life and by our deeds and conduct in the past.

No solutions are offered, and so our enemy acts improperly.

Our leaders are not protecting us as they should.

We live in a post Bush and Blair era where intervening is wrong because they fucked it all up and its so fresh no one wants to tarnish themselves with the same dirt.

So we keep letting our civilians die, through inaction and impotence.

And social media goes crazy with support for the dead and with opposition to the murderers very sick narrative and its violence and it’s meaningless.

People change their avatars to flags, they hashtag their obvious, sensible reactions and they wait for attention that means nothing to the situation but means everything to them.

People feel better by stroking their egos as the enemy marches forward towards us.

Hashtagin’ your disappointment and anger and annoyance and horror at a terrorist atrocity means nothing, it just shows how much weight you put on your own attention, so some people liked it, the dead are still dead and the reality and narrative hasn’t changed.

They are still going to attack us, and they will, and we’ll keep sitting at home spreading hashtags and love and opposition to atrocity, whilst watching TV on demand and playing Candy Crush Saga.

We’ve already lost this war. People think social media empowers their opinion when it doesn’t and yet they are happy to settle for it and feel like they and their opinion matters, about such things, and the enemy will continue to murder us as we go about our daily lives kidding ourselves it won’t be us next, when it so easily could be.

Well done, fucko’s. Keep playing games on your iPhone and hope it doesn’t hurt too much when they get you. We had a window of opportunity to nip this in the bud and we fucked it. I’ll see you in the afterward and I’m taking your tinned goods and any useable items. But I’ll make it quick. You owe me that for giving a fuck during the good times. I’m not giving you a second chance afterwards. Not one. Well done freedom, you had it all and sold it. I hope it was worth it and we already know it wasn’t. Humanity, all the gear, no fucking idea.


Never will we see it. Never.