Shorts

What is it about men and shorts?

Why do so many Englishmen reach for the shorts the minute they are told 'Spring is in the air?'  Since the first inkling of Spring men of all ages have been walking and hobbling around in shorts!  Why?

It is as if they cannot continue to wear trousers, as if they were being transported back to their childhoods, or possibly Scout days.  The sun is here, on with the shorts, a grubby T-shirt reminding others of the great days of Pink Floyd, and dark glasses, possibly so they are not recognised by anyone.

Just going down to dump the rubbish and I see a man in elegant T-shirt and shorts walking down the road as if this was normal.  He's not young and he's not old, but dressed for the beach or back garden.  What happened to real elegance?

Some men will insist on their manly walks across the mountains, dressed in shorts, ex-army shirt, strong boots and prepared to camp out in the hills.  Partly this is to show they are tough men, partly because it is great to be out there away from civilisation, and partly because no woman wants them in the house.  Some men have been doing this since a youth, camping high above the world, cooking on small stoves, washing in rivers.  I would love to join them but do not appear to have any shorts to wear.

However. a 3 star hotel at least is my desire, not a tent!

A man in shorts.

 

Nuclear Bombs

 

I read in the 'Times,' the story of a woman who survived the bombing of Hiroshima, and with her surviving family moved straight away to her mothers home town of Nagasaki.  

Ayano Hirashima was 8 years of age when a blinding flash left her under rubble.  Her family survived and the made of to Nagasaki arriving just after the second Atom bomb had landed.  At the station they were greeted with burned people, some alive some dead, and much confusion as to what to do.   This was a similar situation many throughout the previous years had endured across the world as war raged.  

Naturally, she and her family walked through the city to their destination, where she still lives, all the time unaware, as were most people, that radiation all around them would prove to be a killer.

Some 100,000 Japanese who endured one of these bombs remain alive, only 130 appear to have encountered both.  Of these only Ayano and a 94 year old woman called Kinyuo Fukui in the north remain.  Those remaining all are around 86 years of age.  Long lives abound in Japan.

It is not a surprise that these Hibakusha, as survivors are known, lead they way in calling for an end to nuclear weapons.  They have seen the blinding flash, the destruction and suffering that ensued.  Ayano and probably all the rest, have suffered cancers of various forms since 1945.

Many decry nuclear weapons, calling the bombing of Hiroshima a 'war crime.'  I note they forget the Japanese treatment of the peoples of Korea, and their invasion of Manchuria, and the war in China from 1937 on which included the 'rape of Nanking,' and platoons of soldiers raping a woman to death or bayoneting her afterwards to ensure death.  I note they forget also the treatment of POWs during this time.  Indian troops buried alive, men beaten to death by the hundred, and the machine guns readied to execute all prisoners which was halted by the dropping of atom bombs and the Emperors surrender.  Even then not all Japanese accepted this surrender and wished to fight on.

Nuclear weapons are dreadful weapons.  The USA exploded many in Arizona while testing, they failed to kill any enemy however, the radioactive cloud spread across the mid west into Canada and killed a great many.  Famously, John Wayne, while making another historically inaccurate western and many of the crew involved suffered cancers from filming in Arizona.  When the Soviet Union ended they walked away from the nuclear test areas in Kazakhstan, (or was it Uzbekistan?) and left the people to suffer similar radioactive fallout.  No numbers of suffering were ever recorded.

All this reveals the horror of nuclear weapons.

However, while the chattering classes combine to oppose such things, and who can blame them, none object to soldiers carrying rifles.  In days of old armies were armed with spears and swords, bows and arrows, which were greatest killers?  Is a nuclear bomb, exploding high above a city, worse than an arrow falling at speed from a great height?  Which is more deadly?

Actually, neither is more deadly than the other.  One may kill one person, the other may kill thousands, but neither is responsible for the deaths.  

It is an individual who is responsible, not a weapon.

You and I, man, remain the most deadly weapon in the world.

Human nature, greedy, selfish, arrogant, proud and unwilling to bend for another, remain the most dangerous creature on earth, and always have been.  Corrupt human nature, sin if you like, is responsible for war, whether with a knife or a bomb.  

Our human nature is the danger. 

What are you going to do about it?

August

August, in the northern hemisphere this is a summer month.  Outside my window dark clouds hide the summer from me.  This, in any August throughout these Atlantic Isles is, as Tom Jones put it, 'It's not unusual.' 

August takes its name from one Augustus Caesar.  Augustus, originally called Octavian, lived from 63 BC until 14 AD.  He took power after defeating one Mark Anthony and his bint Cleopatra in 31 BC and became the sole ruler of the Roman empire.  In 27 BC the senate, the parliament of Rome, gave him the title 'Augustus,' meaning 'illustrious one,' which he added to the name Caesar, a name granted to him from his great uncles will.  His great uncle was one Julius Caesar of great fame.  Julius also named him his heir, a good start in life.  

In 8 BC Augustus renamed the month Sextilis, 'August,' in his own honour.  Modesty was not a Roman norm. This was said to be because in August most of his great victories occurred, including taking Egypt. 

One advantage of August is the return of proper football.  As we speak up and down the land men are struggling to kick six bells out of one another, bringing glory to some and hospital time for others.  

Great fun!

The future

This is the future for the UK working class, not that the middle class will be avoiding such hassles.  

Those who own our politicians will continue to eradicate all our rights, encourage greed amongst themselves, and be content with the disabled and sick dying, from disease or NHS suicide.  

You voted for this.

Each one who fell for the Brexit lie voted for this.  The experiment in using small minded people's belief in their rightful heritage, that is an Empire and self sufficient glory, achieved Brexit.  To keep these people under control they continue to point at 'The Boats!  The Boats!' while their MPs remove your benefits, encourage you to kill yourself to save the rich money, and ensure there is no way out of this for you.

They indeed offer another way, 'Reform!'  

Reform, the home of Farage and his millionaire friends, along with all the criminal bampots strewn around the Conservative Party now joining Reform.  The emphasis is on 'The Boats,' while Laws to be enacted fit the wishes of the criminal fraternity that partook senselessly of the Farage Riots.  Theses Laws, if enacted would not work, but that of course is the point.  These Laws are not meant to work, they are just to get Reform in power, once there what do they do?  Nothing.

Nothing is meant to work, it is all meant to slow down while the rich rip off everything that is worth it, and then leave you to rot.  

This is already working successfully in the USA where Trump has lined the pockets of Billionaires by $1 trillion, allowed JFK to encourage people to stop having the Measles vaccine, thus ensuring children are suffering and dying in Texas because of this, and vast amounts are removed from caring for the lowest of society, and indeed many of the white Trump voting middle class.

A mess is all around us, and it will develop greatly as time goes by.

Look out for the 'Reichstag Moment' won't you?

From my Window

I was cogitating the other day on passers-by.  By that I refer to those people who have been walking, cycling, hobbling, past my window these past hundred years or so I have been here.  With that superstore up the road ready always to rob them of their money, there are always people moving back and forth.  The town centre is to the left, the shops, cafe's, events and market traders, all attracting crowds, just like the pubs do in the evening, or so I am told.  

Dog walkers pass by, sometimes avoiding dogs not to their mutts liking, all heading for the green acres opposite.  Vehicles abundant pass by as fast as they dare, except late in the afternoon when the shoppers mix with the factories coming out and those sitting in their flash cars dreaming they are Jeremy Clarkson are limited to 3 mph at most.  

Humanity passing by.

There are many faces I no longer see passing.  The somewhat miserable woman of a certain age has long gone, from the male care home for the mentally hindered several no longer pass by.  I wonder if Covid, age or other disease did for them?  One chap on a bike always spoke, he remembered the town market complete with cattle in the Square, and must have seen much of the last war also as a young man.  He no longer passes, though he rode his bike to the end.   It is a good image, a main thoroughfare, it contains all of local life, young and old, good and bad, they all pass by one way or another.  

Occasionally we see the constabulary at work, checking a late night care that 'forgot' the traffic lights were red, chasing a wander man across the park, or driving home round the corner to end their shift, always hoping no-one will call for them on the way.  In the past, when pubs closed at 11 pm, we often had gangs swarming down here, shouting and yelling, occasionally damaging items, or happily leaving a pint glass or two on our front (thanks guys!).  Since they began varied closing times this rarely happens, only those intent on trouble bother, bother. 

Anyway, tonight the sun still shines, dogs are being walked by young men, it used to be almost always the women, and various happy young couples who have moved in recently exercise in the sun.  

I think I will exercise sleep...

Persecution

It was while singing badly the song 'Shine Jesus Shine,' this morning that I got to cogitating on some of the Christians in war zones.  'Flood the nations with grace and mercy/Send forth your word and let there be light.'

When we came to this bit all I could think of were the Christian people suffering attacks in Syria.  They did not ask for much, just prayers.  Islamist groups of various flavours, Assad remnants, bandits, Kurds and others, surround them and force them from their homes.  We sing lightly about 'light,' and 'grace and mercy.'  We are so comfortable and they and many others suffer so badly.  People have their homes and churches destroyed in China and India, life is dangerous in many other places, yet we are safe and somewhat soft.  We dare not speak his name in case people laugh or turn away, and in many businesses and civic offices daring to question the diversity mob leads to many situations such as Sandie Peggy with NHS Fife!  Danger is found here also.

Still, we met and enjoyed the coffee morning type service today, more of this I think.  The Good Lord was there though few strangers arrived, more biscuits for us I say!   As the clear up began I remained seated so all the women would have to come to me.  Naturally they almost all managed to find an excuse to cross over to me, as I expected.

Back home lunch was rotten, football  was rotten, my tea was abysmal, and I am still suffering from that.  But not being one to complain I will continue on my way, praising our God and seeking an early bed.

Badger the Meter

As part of the monthly routine, most of you will understand this, I have to clamber downstairs, trundle round the back of the building, then clamber downstairs once more to the basement.  Once, this was easy, now it is a trial, especially when half way there I realised I had forgotten the paperwork to scribble down the numbers thereof!  Being an idiot is great most of the time but not always you realise. Anyway, down there amongst the ageing spiders webs, the litter blown in by various gales, the odd items dumped by lazy tenants moving on, and the occasional corpse, I found the meter where I had left it.  I scribbled down the numbers, pocketed the paper and pen, and began my ascent.

Eight steps may be few to you, but eight cramped aged steps, with that bit of wood at the bottom looking like it will move anytime, are beginning to worry me.  At least there was music.  The man in No 2 had a guitar CD blasting out, much to my pleasure, rather than the dross on offer most days in this world, and as I grabbed the sides and laboured myself up into the bright sunlight I realised that if I did get trapped down there he would not have heard my pleas.  I might have had to await his woman shutting him up before I could be rescued by Highway patrol.  There again they might just shut the door, fasten the bolt and forget me.  

Anyway, that aside I got out.

Walking slowly in the sunshine I noted how the efficient recycling is going.  One week recycling, next week paper and card.  This morning the boys have just grabbed the lot!  Why do we bother if the staff do not know what they are to do?  Who knows?  However, it has gone off to the piles of recycling lying hither and thither near the railway.  Very safe, unless it catches fire again. 

To revive myself after my trial, I opened a bottle of 'Badger Master Stoat'  'Coffee Stout.'  Very much Coffee stout indeed!  And very good it is too, I recommend this.  A half a pint of this and I'm anybody's today, as long as I can lie on the floor.  

The breweries tried to make us drink foul mass produced rubbish way back when, and this gave rise to many smaller and better breweries brewing proper and varied beers.  Some succeed, some fail, the thing to do is to try one occasionally.  With the prices thereon and taxed abundantly this means I will not become an alcoholic any time soon.  Not that I would, but such prices hinder this anyway.

So, I slowly recover and await the frozen fish in the oven warming up, then the weekend can begin...

Main Stories?

Many things in the media annoy me, usually the slanted opinions, lying headlines and obsession with empty people.  This is one example.   A CEO, from the ESA, who nobody had heard off, from a company few people knew existed, was caught at some pop concert hugging a female no-one knew. 

This became front page news for days, why?

Who is he, who is she, who cares?

The people who indulged this news item will have no idea what his company does, no idea who he is, yet they will have followed the story for days, until another scandal involving people they do not know arises.  

As it is, the company and he have parted, he is not upholding their values, apparently.  What those values are, bad publicity I think the one they mean, and with me having no intention to search out the company and find out what they do and who he is, and what their values may be, all leads me to wonder why I am wasting time on this.

Well, this follows the other scandal, 'Masterchef.'

Now this is not a programme I would watch.  No cooking programme is worth watching these days, they are all soap operas, concerned with the presenters, not the cooking.  There again, there are few programmes I would ever watch these days, bar the football.  

Here complaints re someone's behaviour was ignored for years by the BBC, until it got into the media.  Now he has gone, we await the next one.  He too, and it will be a he, will be some sort of sex pest, pervert, deviant, or loud mouth, bullying the staff and getting paid far too much money, and will feel untouchable, unlike the women around him.  

The BBC is indeed full of perverts, and most get long well enough for the most part, however, this type of thing reveals the depth of corruption, bad management at all levels, and also the publics desire to know more about the meaningless empty lives of TV celebrities.  Something I myself do not care for.  They are all broken people, all desperate for attention, and few are worth knowing.

Who will be next to turn attention away from slaughter in various parts of the world, the billionaires running the Labour Party, now seeking to increase the pension age (IDS wishes to increase this to 75), and many other serious subjects pushed to the small places in the media by stories such as this.

It was ever thus.

Cat Nap

Can there be anything more productive than a noon time catnap?

Sleeping 8 hours a night is OK by me, if you can get more than four straight hours that is, but that 15 minutes at midday is the best sleep off the day.

Whether this is because we are made to sleep in the middle of the day or whether I am just too old to continue after lunch I know not.  However, hot countries tend to close down between noon and three, in Spain football begins at nine in the evening when the cool of the day arrives, not at midday as is more suitable in Scotland.  Does the weather then determine our sleep patterns?  Certainly, the light mornings have me up by five am some days.  Winter makes this more unacceptable.  Quite how they cope in Sweden I fail to comprehend. 

Male lions sleep for around fourteen hours a day, only getting up to take the biggest portion of whatever the wife has brought in, and then returning to sleep it off.  Cats must be very close to this also.  Could it be, I am becoming a cat?  

 

Quotes

Amazon

 

David Beckham

Maths is totally done differently to what I was teached at school.

Is the pope catholic.  No, I'm serious. I really need to know.

I definitely want Brooklyn to be christened, but I don't know into what religion yet.

Brian Clough

Beckham?  His wife can't sing and his barber can't cut hair.

Telling a player to get his hair cut counts as coaching as far as I'm concerned.

The River Trent is lovely.  I know, because I have walked on it for 18 years.

Others

The linesman flagged initially because he thought I was an Oldham player.  Fair enough, I did have a replica shirt on...but I also have a big furry head.

               Chaddy the Owl  the Oldham FC mascot, given offside during a match.

He's just got the Midas touch right now.  Everything he touches turns to silver.

                                                                                                                    Richard Keys

One accusation that you can't throw at me is that I've always done my best.

                                                                                                                  Alan Shearer

As a boy I was torn between being a footballer or joining a circus.  

At Partick Thistle I did both.

                                                                                                                   

Alan Hansen

It took a lot of bottle for Tony to own up.

                                            Ian Wright, referring to Tony Adam's alcoholism.

There are more available.

Dens Park, Dundee 1937

Archaeological Vandals, & Spam...

A handful of us met together last night for our SPAM meeting.  

This is a glorified get together of men from the Kirk, a chance to socialise for a while. With many dragged away by the wife for family affairs, holidays (get them in before the kids leave school) and other excuses, only 5 of us arrived, and one of them was a stranger.

This man, who's name I missed, was talking as I arrived and still talking as he left some time later.  The others, especially those who talk much, could not get a word in edgeways.  I wonder who he was?

You know it is bad when you look at the others and blank faces greet you.  

Anyway, I discovered a thing called 'Belhaven Black.'  This is a type of stout originating somewhere in Scotland, but probably far from Belhaven!  I liked it.  It was only as I climbed the stairs back home did I realise how strong it was!

So, for us it was a quite night.  Few words spoken, ears burning, and we could not play the old men wishing we were young again.  I did learn the 75 years old had been out on his aged BSA motorbike, running around Suffolk.  He is planning a trip to the war graves in France, forced to take 3 others with him, much against his better judgement.  I'm not sure his wife knows this yet.

For some reason I was quite tired this morning.

Ken747

Flag Fen Roundhouse.  A reconstruction designed to inform re the people who lived here around 3500 years ago.  Discovered in 1982 the site has been comprehensively researched and a great many items have been discovered concerning the life styles of the residents from so long ago.  The roundhouse was reconstructed to indicate the homes used by the peoples of the time.  A flat somewhat watery existence with rising sea levels making life difficult I suggest.

However, the pint of this is simple, someone had burned the roundhouse to the ground!

Vandals, or just stupid people playing games, late Sunday evening smoke was noticed above the treetops.  Firemen were quickly on the scene and while they could not save the roundhouse itself, now used as a museum, they did manage to prevent any further damage on the site.  The roundhouse, built by volunteers, has been completely destroyed and will have to be rebuilt from scratch. 

To do this the general manager of the site is seeking support from local businesses regarding materials, timber, thatch, scaffold etc, as well as volunteers and around £50,000 to pay for it all.  

One stupid person, or deliberate vandal, has destroyed, at great cost, much excellent work that provided an experience many who visit the site will never forget.  Can we hang him? 

 

Angela Unite!

                                                      Telegraph

I love the way the Tory press always find a picture of someone they dislike scowling.  There are of course many smiling Angela's to be had but the 'Daily Telegraph,' always finds a scowl.  Lucky for us this one is in colour, usually they are black and white.

Angela is scowling because she belongs to the union 'Unite.'  They support the workers in Birmingham, one of England's largest cities, who are on strike.  They are on strike because the Labour council, like several Conservative ones, has bankrupted the city by poor management and the council now wish to cut the dustman's wages to help pay for this.  These men are losing £8000 a year they cannot afford to lose, to pay for the council mess.  'Fire & Rehire' operations have also been suggested by the Labour council.

No wonder they go on strike.

However, the Labour government, which proclaims it is standing up for the workers, has refused to stand up for the workers, and is backing the Labour council and telling the workers to get back to work, and accept a large pay cut.

The workers refuse.

Now, 'Unite,' the union Angela Rayner finds she has been suspended after a vote amongst the members because she has supported the council, not the workers.  She, on £91,000 as an MP, and considerably more as a member if the cabinet, is telling the struggling workers to accept a pay cut!

No wonder she has been suspended.

Today the temperature in may places is touching 30% C, that's the late 88'sF.  Now for months as this strike has continued the refuse has piled up in Birmingham, and as far as I know nothing has been done about it.  Can you imagine the smell?  

The leader of the council, and several other councillors have also been suspended by 'Unite,' and 'Unite' will now consider their support for the Labour Party altogether.  They gave £500,000 to Labour during last years election.

Angela claims she thought she had resigned from 'Unite' a while ago, but she remains on their list and also on the list of Members Interest in the House.

Exploring London's Tower Bridge (and the London Bridge that isn't in Ari...

Brain Fog

 

I appear to be having trouble with this.

Downloading some items from the Western Front Association led to a mind fault.  I sent them to the correct position, from where they would be further deposed in appropriate files.  The named files were empty!  

Several years of downloading items I hardly look at had disappeared!  I felt bereft.

Then, having reminded windows and all tech geeks in the near and distant area what I thought of them I hesitated.  Further to the hesitation I then dug out the stick with WFA info upon it.  Here I discovered I personally, with deliberate purpose, had downloaded all the years of unread items into a safe place.

Why had no-one informed me that I had done this?

Suitable action was taken, I stopped informing tech geeks everywhere my opinions of them, placed the latest info into files I will now ignore, and rested easy.

Why do I keep forgetting things?  

It is common for me to fill the kettle and find myself several minutes later wondering whether I have had my tea or not.  I wonder this because I have filled the kettle, sat down having forgotten to switch the thing on.  I forget items in supermarkets, especially when they are on the list I have in my hand!

There is more to say on this...but I am struggling to remember it...

Interesting to hear Reeves and Starmer talk of taxing the wealthy.  You know that when it happens it will not hurt the really rich, their friends and supporters, but will take a portion from here and there and give it back to them somewhere else.  As always.  

I find it hard to imagine these people taxing the wealthy, that is not what the wealthy put them in place for.  The peasants pay tax, not the rich.  Just look at Trump, he has given the poor billionaires another trillion dollars free, the money comes from the health care of the poor and schoolchildren.

That is what they wish to do here also.  Just ask Steve Bannon, he knows.

Point Over There...

The neo-liberal fascist movement took another grand step forward last night.  Trump's 'Big Beautiful Bill, in which Billionaires pay less tax, and the Trump voters lose their health care, was passed by 2 votes in the House.  The rich get richer, the poorest will suffer.  

The House of Commons is beginning to wonder what Starmer is playing at by cutting winter fuel payments and stealing from the disabled, Trump's victory reveals why.  The billionaires are behind this.  They practised with Brexit, found they could destroy a country by lying and pointing at 'migrants,' those foreigners amongst us.  They ignored the fact that since Brexit foreigners find it easier to come to the UK.

Now they have elected Trump, and though he was restrained last time he is back, the billionaires who control the press are quiet, they pay less tax, and the peasants can pay all the tax that is required simply by telling them that this 'is the American way,' and those who are not dying because of it will rejoice.

It takes some skill to identify a portion of a nation that will believe loose facts and not seek to define actual facts, yet the neo-liberals have done this.  The EU rejected them, though Hungary is a problem, and so far with stands the obvious nonsense.  How long can this last?

One US senator claimed some 83 Billionaires are behind Trumps latest bill.  They are the ones, along with many others here, and that nice Mr Putin, working to destroy the west from within, an old political trick.  Farage, Trump, McSweeney, Steve Bannon, Daniel Hanan, and the media owners all work for their benefit, not yours.  The privatisation begun by Thatcher opened the way, now we have two nations so divided and with such closed minds to how a coup has occurred and they are paying for this.  

Where are the politicians with gravitas, the 'Big Bears,' who can change this situation?  

They do not exist.  

I tell you, it's a judgement, and worse to come.

Still Hot

High above us, a four engined aircraft makes its steady way towards North America somewhere.  I envy them the air condition, the flight overseas, and the snow awaiting them in Canada.  Otherwise I am happy enough here at the moment.

The laptop is slow, the heat is to much for it. The laptop is burning!  Everything is slow, and it is touching 30c here, that's 90f.  The BBC sight claims it is 35%, the Met Office, only 325.  The grass in the park has actually been burnt by the heat, few are sitting in the park, though when schools come out the brats will congregate under the trees opposite.  Few dogs to be seen in the afternoon.

In the cool of the House the Nazi Party are continuing with their policy of killing the poor and feeding the rich.  It makes you wonder who is paying them?  Decent people from all sides are asking why?  The temporary Labour PM is ignoring them and listening only to the Neo-Liberals who pay him.  Kill babies, kill the weak and elderly, now kill the disabled and unfortunate, all to save pennies.  Pennies that could be recaptured by taxing the rich and ensuring the £120 Billion tax dodged each year was claimed.  But those are the people paying for this.  The rich get richer the peasants pay tax, thus it has always been.

Hot

 Too hot, too tired, too stupid to post today...

Armed Forces Day

Yesterday, Saturday, I took a wander around town as it was 'Armed Forces Day.'  I expected to see some sort of parade, stand, or anything commemorating the day.  Naturally there was nothing.  

Now being the last Saturday of the month the market was full of stalls retailing all sots of junk for those with too much cash, so room was in demand.  I realise that some sort of event took place the day before, however, that came to light after it occurred, and with it seems only certain people invited.  There was no advance publicity that I saw, and maybe there was none of any kind either?  This appears rather typical of the towns approach to such events, either ignore them or hide them from the public gaze.  

At least the gay flag was not flying on Saturday.

AI Stats

 

Truth is in decline in this country.  That said, truth was never a priority with politicians, newspapers or advertisers.  Today it is ever harder to find truth.  Objective journalism died when the press decided clickbait was what was required.  This because the advertisers look at the number of clicks on the news pages before offering their dubious products for sale.  Lower paper sales leads to less actual journalists and those employed spend rather too much time searching various social medias for items to pretend are newsworthy.  Small attention grabbing stories, encouraged by ridiculous half truth headlines are the norm, and of course there is nothing there when you click on the page.

Andy Arthur's Edinburgh page has a good example of this.  A claim that Conan-Doyle, the Sherlock Holmes writer, had been in a pub in Newington called the Salisbury Arms was disputed.  Andy's excellent research proved that while Conan-Doyle passed away in 1930 the pub only opened in 1970, yet the media, making use of Google and other such 'research' claimed he visited the place.  This comes from the robots from all large organisations such as Google, Facebook, Twitter etc, all stealing your writing, not checking to see if it is correct, and passing it on via AI and such things as Google answers.  AI then finds its own answers and repeats them without checking.  

Add to this the many fake online posts coming from Iran, St Petersburg, China and anywhere else where trouble can be caused, and checking posts on social media requires great care.  It does appear however, that newspaper staff are not bothering, or are not allowed, to check stories.  Clickbait rules.

I noticed the stats on offer on Blogger claim I have had 56.7k visitors.  I ask how many are those crawlers from various AI merchants taking my deep and correct research and sending it around the world, much to the amusement of those who might know the facts better than I.  No law can stop it, these people can always get around it, many of course do not care about UK laws, the North Koreans sitting in darkened Korea might read just to see what the other side is like, and attempt to destroy it while wishing they were over there, the Law means nothing.  

Will AI owners pay for the copywrite works they steal?  Of course not...

Gardening Leave

I have a big plastic pot filled with earth.  A few months ago I emptied a few left over seeds into it hoping for a few brightly coloured flowers.  So far I have found one! I lie!  That one is fading away but a similar one has developed around the far side, whoopee!

That sums up my gardening prowess.

However, this morning I went into the shop on the corner, he empties houses, and browsed around.  This is like wandering around a junk shop, piled in corners of the small shop are many dust laden items that once were shiny treasures to someone long departed.  Sad to say none of what I saw among these items were right for me, but I was willing something to be mine.  However, as a side line he does flowers for the gardening type, and many suitable items also.  Among these I found an old hoe, with which I planned to weed the front.  That had to wait as he also picks up from somewhere catering sized tins of beans, tomatoes and other things, so these were of interest to me also.  £8:50 later I placed my 2 large tine of Heinz Baked Beans (2.62 kgs. normal tins 400gr.) to the side, the tomato and other tins in the cupboard.  The small clock only needed a battery and a rocket scientist to work out how to get it moving.  

Pleased with my gains I spent time in the afternoon working the hoe across the dark shadow in the front.  By the time I finished the sun had begun to come round and join us.  Few passers-by offered to help, many were kids escaping from school, yelling and cheering and speeding dangerously past on the pavement on their bikes.  Others more daintily wandered home, deep in thought of things of great moment, Taylor Swift, the blonde boy, holidays abroad or just chips possibly.  

I shifted the weeds, dumped them in a plastic bag, broke council laws by dumping that in the wheelie bin, and leant on the hoe in a manner designed to ease the ache growing in my back.  The whole idea of the hoe was to avoid this pain.  

I declined to tidy up the growing pile of recycling bags.  These are being recycled every other week these days, I hope the man enjoys fighting through the bundles to identify which are paper and which are everything else?  Not one person here has considered separating the two now compulsory bags.  It is all right coming up with these ideas, but not much thought has gone into the outworking thereof.

Piled next to them are furniture and odds and ends that those leaving have dumped for passers-by to remove.  So far few have been taken.  Two of our flats will soon be vacant, the man nearing retirement is moving in with a woman, drink may be the cause, and the young lass is moving who knows where, and I am not asking.  One from the flats next door is leaving, as soon as she sells the flat, so more junk will appear.  No-one considers who will remove it?

I am now ending the day sipping Brandy and wondering why I am so stiff...