I am bitterly disappointed with people I really am. Over the last 20+ years, I have watched on as people became increasingly bitter about their lots. People seem to expect something for nothing and life handed to them on a plate. If they can’t have it then they’ll take it and if they can’t take it then they will do their very best to make sure no one else can have it either. Jealousy. Pure and simple. People are jealous. Everyone wants what everyone else has.

People blame everyone and everything but themselves for their demise too. They blame the government, the rich, the unions, climate change, immigrants, muslims, christians, gays, gypsies…. anyone and everything when they simply need to accept responsibility for their own lot in life.

As a result of this, people are more divided than ever before. The gulf between right and left is wider. In fact, on almost every issue there is no longer debate but a shouting match. No one is listening, everyone knows best and the other point of view holders are slags and assholes. Even the politicians use this tactic now – as does the future monarch of Great Britain. Pitiful.


No one owes me a living. What I have I earned fair and square. I accept responsibility for my own life and hell, I would be a millionaire by now had I made some better decisions on the last 30-years. My fault but I’m still here. Still having some fun and doing quite well.

Here’s what you all should do – quit moaning, blaming and pointing fingers with your head always checking what the Jones’s have and get focused on taking responsibility for your own lives.

Oh and by the way, engaging in impolite slagging sat behind your PC rather than actually listening and debating is moronic.

Yep, I’m disillusioned right now.

I’m sick of people telling me what I should and shouldn’t have. What I should and shouldn’t do and furthermore, I am sick of people who think I should pay for them too.


Its the R right after the F that is in the word Freedom.


Goats! Sex! and…… Builders!

An unusual blog title borrowed from a blogosphere pal Alienora Taylor. She is a pretty amazing writer and an avid (possibly addicted) blogger. She writes about her life with a brutal frankness and a bawdy sense of humor that can and does have you literally ROFLing…. (Roll on floor laughing for anyone who doesn’t know). How this lady isn’t a household name as a writer is beyond me as she has a golden pen and a viciously twisted and maliciously funny way of seeing things……So what about the Goats and Sex and those Builders? Well, for just a couple more days, you can download her hilarious novel Long Leggety Beasties for FREE! Go on, download the bugger. You will laugh until you cry and find out what the Goats, Sex and Builders references are…

Oh, and while on Amazon downloading Alienora’s free book, how about spending a few bucks on mine?


My review of Alienora’s book

You know some books are just good and this one is exactly that. It is a giggle from start to finish and the author has a wicked but nice sense of humor. If you don’t find this book funny I reckon you need a lobotomy frankly.

Highly recommended.


The New Religion

Who was it that said ‘if you lie often enough people will believe you?’

Apparently, John Kerry and Prince Charles subscribe to this tenet. Both have resorted to calling ‘climate change deniers’ a whole lot of very nasty names recently. Shame on them for continuing to propagate this nonsense and even more shame of them for denying freedom of speech or a differing opinion. Nether are fit to hold the office that they hold. For Charles he has an excuse as he was born into the role, Kerry, well, he is a politician aka a scumbag.

I don’t think either of them have a single qualification that enables them to have an opinion on the matter. Neither have any expertise on the topic. They simply both seem to worship at the alter of the climate change God – another scumbag… sorry Politician – Al Gore.

(Editor’s note: All politicians are scumbags and anyone who expresses a desire to enter politics ought to be barred for life from ever doing so)

I notice we have seen a shift from Global Warming to Climate Change. Funny that. Climate Change is a fact, Global Warming a fallacy. So at least they have caught on or maybe just hijacked better terminology to spout their fear causing rubbish. The issue for me then is exactly what is a climate change denier? Its not me. Climate changes all of the time and as a Geologist I have spent the last 30-years of my life pointing this out to everyone. There is nothing special about the climate right now… nothing except our perceptions and what these clowns tell us – over and over again until we accept it as gospel. I am not a climate change denier. I deny that man-made CO2 is warming the planet. How does that make me part of a “tiny minority of shoddy scientists and science and extreme ideologues to compete with scientific fact“? Actually, its climate scientists that fit that bill.

In the name of the climate God Amen.....

In the name of the climate God Amen…..

The facts are easy and they are;

1. CO2 is not a pollutant it is a natural life-giving gas that sustains and nourishes Mother Earth.
2. 400ppm is closest to the lowest amount of CO2 in the Earth’s atmosphere at any point in Geological history. Actually, there is a strong argument that we would benefit from more of the stuff as it would help agriculture.
3. The Earth is a one huge natural carbon sink. Over the last 4.5 or so billion years it has successfully reduced the amount of CO2 in the atmosphere down to its current near lowest 400ppm.
4. CO2 levels tend to follow temperature not the other way around.

I could go on.

What we are talking about is a small bunch of folk with computer models – pretty similar ones to those that predict our weather – who have over engineered the effects of CO2 in their models and produce hockey stick graphs of temperature change as a result. These people peer review each other’s work. Anyone who disagrees is stigmatized and isolated.

The best test of science though is repeatability and predicting actuality. Unfortunately, these climate scientists haven’t predicted anything anywhere near right. Temperatures haven’t increased in perhaps as long as 15-years. Their models lie in ruins and yet, we are told to believe. Repent and believe. Its like a bloody new religion requiring faith in the CO2 God and persecution of the non-believers.

I hear people say… but I see it with my own eyes…. glaciers are melting and so on. No, you don’t. You see a part of the natural cycles of Earths ongoing evolution and you have been told to believe that this is a result of CO2. You have been treated like morons by these religious zealots. Actually, for most of this planet’s history, there were no ice caps. We are in a warming event between glacial episodes. It is the glacial episodes that are actually not the norm.

By the way, who was it that used the idea that if you say something enough, people will believe it?

Joseph Geobbels.

If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will even come to believe it yourself.

To attract people, to win over people to that which I have realized as being true, that is called propaganda. In the beginning there is the understanding, this understanding uses propaganda as a tool to find those men, that shall turn understanding into politics. Success is the important thing. Propaganda is not a matter for average minds, but rather a matter for practitioners. It is not supposed to be lovely or theoretically correct. I do not care if I give wonderful, aesthetically elegant speeches, or speak so that women cry. The point of a political speech is to persuade people of what we think right. I speak differently in the provinces than I do in Berlin, and when I speak in Bayreuth, I say different things than I say in the Pharus Hall. That is a matter of practice, not of theory. We do not want to be a movement of a few straw brains, but rather a movement that can conquer the broad masses. Propaganda should be popular, not intellectually pleasing. It is not the task of propaganda to discover intellectual truths. Those are found in other circumstances, I find them when thinking at my desk, but not in the meeting hall.

An Excerpt from The Last Observer

Edward looked into Stan’s face. There was expectancy about the look he gave Stan. “I am sure that you have many questions Stanley but take your time. I have as long as we need.”
Somehow, Stan didn’t like this feeling that he had around Edward sometimes. It was a feeling that Edward was entirely in control and knew exactly how Stanley felt.

“Well,” he began, “I have been doing some research along the lines that you had suggested.” He paused to think. “And, I have reviewed the files that you left with me as well.” Stanley could feel Edwards gaze. “What do you mean by the term observer?” he asked.

“Well, an observer is someone who has the power to create reality,” replied Edward.

“But, everyone creates their own reality so everyone is an observer surely?” asked Stan impatiently.

“That is true to a certain degree but some people really do create their reality. By that, I mean that they have a special talent for it. Their imaginative faculties and their magical skills are developed to the point that they really influence the co-reality that we all live in.” Edward leaned back in his chair and took a sip of the coffee that he had ordered on his way in. “Some people have deliberately honed these skills often through years and years of practice while some are simply born with a latent gift.”

“Magical skills?” Stan asked somewhat indignantly. “Magic like in Harry Potter?”

“Yes, I had detected your cynicism,” said Edward dryly. Edward shifted in his seat as if to find a more comfortable position and rubbed his chin with his hand his eyes staring into space as if struggling to find the right combination of words. “Magic is said by some to be the art of causing changes through the application of will.” He said after a short while. “For me, I think there are actually two forms of magic. The first is where the practioner attempts to change himself and in doing so changes the way that they perceive their reality. You probably now understand that by changing your perception of reality you are, in fact, actually changing reality?” But Edward didn’t stop for an answer to his rhetorical question but rather proceeded to explain, “The other form of magic is physical magic in which the Magician actually attempts to willfully co-create reality.”

Stanley listened carefully while studying Edward’s expression looking for any hint that he might be pulling his leg but all he saw was Edward’s sincerity. He thought for a moment. He could he supposed give some credence to the first type of magic as it was in a sense akin to self-psychology and positive thinking and he had read quite a few books in that vein but physical magic. Now that was Harry Potteresque wasn’t it?

“The first thing a good Magician needs to do, amongst other skills, is to know himself. To dissect himself bit by bit, the good, the bad and the ugly. He has to know who he is and why he is. This is achieved through various forms of meditation and reflection, which, by the way, is another skill the magician needs to learn. By understanding himself, he can begin the Great Work of turning the inner lead into inner gold. In doing so, he is liable to discover that nothing, absolutely nothing is what it seems to be. It can be both a mentally and emotionally challenging experience to go through this process believe you me,” said Edward. “As the process, which can take years, decades, entire lifetimes, is followed through with discipline, the magician will come to understand many truths and these truths come from within. He must learn them himself and can only be gently guided and taught certain techniques for it must be the magician himself that makes these realizations.”

Stanley was by now fascinated as much by Edward’s sudden utter sincerity and demeanor as he was by the content.

Grab your copy now at any Amazon.com website or any other reputable book seller. You can also read reviews here.

Learning to Ski After Age 50

Learning to ski later in life is an experience.

Just getting the ski boots on is an almighty struggle and by the time those boots are on, I am exhausted. Then off you tromp as best you can with immoveable ankles and carting what seems to be two tons of skis over the shoulder. All around others from the age of three all the way to pension age move with effortless ease while you feel like an elephant on ice.

Next, you carefully put on the skis. A balancing act in of itself as the damn things slip and slide making you look like something out of a cartoon whose legs are whirling frantically but there is no forward progress. Now, with huge attachments to your legs making it nigh on impossible to move at all, you try to make your way to the lift. The lift. Getting on it is actually surprisingly easy as you catch the small round seat on a pole and allow it to gently pull you up the hill. You learn pretty quickly that now is not the time to take in the view as you inadvertently allow the skis to cross, get dragged like a sack of potatoes for a few meters before laying in the snow like an idiot wondering how to remove those skis.Small children ski gleefully around you treating you as yet another small obstacle to ski around. After an almighty struggle you manage to remove the skis. Sweat runs in rivulets down your face as you try desperately to stand when it is impossible to use those ankles locked irrevocably in those prisons called ski boots. Eventually, you manage and even manage to put the skis back on.

Then comes the moment.

You begin to slip slowly at first but ever faster down the slope. The snow plough is executed but for some reason, you are not stopping. There comes a moment of absolute terror as you realize that you are out of control picking up speed with skis heading if different directions. The grimace on your face from a distance looks like a smile. The only option remaining is to sit down before you fall down. The small kids look at you strangely. They have never seen an adult who couldn’t ski.


Despite the total and utter fear and strain on muscles you never knew you had which involuntarily tense up, you keep trying. Falling. Trying. Falling. You even finally manage it all the way up the ski lift without getting off prematurely and realizing to your horror that you are now skiing backwards….

After several hours, your back aches, legs ache, everything aches. But you did it. You eventually skied down the hill along with the other 3-year olds. Unlike them, a nice cold beer awaits you at the hotel and bed………

The Topless Skier

I think politicians are the scum of the earth.

I have made this statement before and I will say it again. They are usually hypocrites, liars, cheats and eminently buyable. They use politics to polarize opinion, cause disruptions and sometimes war. Politicians work endlessly and tirelessly to find ways to be divisive. By being divisive, they gain a following and cynically they hope that the issues they divide us on are popular enough to give them a majority. I think the best strategy is to ignore them and certainly never to vote.

The topless skier from The Lebanon emphasizes my point today. Here we have a country polarized by religion (another crock of polarizing crap) and politics with seemingly endless violence (just as the politicians and religious zealots like it). I mean they have more than their fair share of issues and problems to solve but instead, a government minister feels it his duty to criticize a young skier who once posed for a calendar. I feel sorry for this young woman as the photos that are the center of this non-controversy are not anything extraordinary – topless, yes, but revealing? Hardly. Whoever released these photos should be ashamed of themselves too. For what purpose? Who cares? What is wrong with the human body anyway that people get so fussed about a nipple? We all have them – I suppose even that Minister has nipples?


A cynical man has taken upon himself to be divisive proving himself conservative for his followers. Why does such a man hold a position of ‘respect’ as he is plainly a bully, bigot and undeserving of anyone’s respect? Whatever his reason one can guess that it is self-serving. A typical politician.

For once though, I am glad for social media. It seems I am not the only one outraged by this nonsense. Many Lebanese are too and they have started a campaign posting nude pictures of themselves in support of the Topless Skier. You know, I sometimes question the role of social media but in this instance ….. it is playing a positive role.

The Anatomy of a Bad Review

If you take a look over on Amazon.com at the reviews for The Last Observer, you will discover a couple of 1-star reviews there. I’m not sure if these two people know each other but they sound remarkably similar. There is nothing wrong with bad reviews. We don’t all like the same things and constructive bad reviews are useful in growing as a writer or whatever it is we do. In fact, go to any book on Amazon with several reviews and you will find a range of reviews from bad to great. I was just reading Anthony Peake discussing a bad review he got for one of his books too. Sometimes, people are not just critical but personal and its then that I feel things cross the line to inappropriate. To make my point, one of the bad reviewers took the time to go through all of the good reviews and mark them as ‘unhelpful’. This is just vindictive.

Let’s parody these bad reviews just for fun….


“I actually picked up name of book here on the cheap. After reading the copyright information on the inside cover I immediately knew I had wasted my 99cents. What kind of publisher would take this nonsense I thought as I returned it to the second hand store and demanded my money back. I confess to flicking through the rest of the book just to confirm my views that this writer should never have learned the alphabet. It was all those 5-star reviews that tempted me into parting with my hard earned cash but now, I realize that I was conned by the fabulous job the author did bribing his family, friends and colleagues to write these brazen, gushing, deceitful and annoying lies. Buyer beware, no one who isn’t bribed by this author or currently sleeping with him/her would write anything positive about this book.

The story is non-existent and based on my 30-second flick through of the text over my cod and chips from the local chippy, if you have seen any of the Matrix movies, you will be sickeningly familiar with this type of book. Vasey – oh I forgot – that’s Dr. Vasey (always a give away of mostly illegible writing), can’t write and in my learned opinion, should never have graduated high school. I mean, exactly who actually uses terms like “Oh, I see!” or “Yes, I’ll have a beer please” or, even worse, “Hello”? There are no characters, nor any story of any value that is obvious to the 30-second flick through. Vasey obviously has grandiose ideas of himself and his writing that need to be nipped in the bud by someone sane and rational like me and I have made it my duty to protect you all from this kind of amateurish crap.

Trust me, don’t buy this book. It truly sucks and so does Vasey who probably should have been aborted before birth so that the rest of us wouldn’t have to put up with his horrible self promotion and ugly prose.”