Conversations with myself

Opinions, rants, reverie and madness. One born-in-1975-Brit's perspective of stuff

I Know Why They Whinge (Boo Hoo)

It struck me yesterday that Remainers, those funny Brits who look to the EU the way religious zealots once looked to priests, are cut from the same cloth that gives us Social Justice Warriors, the Politically Correct Brigade, Social Workers and other do-gooders and...

Economical with the Truth

I’m not an economist but if I were one I would be royally upset and rightfully annoyed if my longterm forecasts or short-to-longterm forecasts came true. It would mean nobody paid attention to the forecasts or that nothing had changed in the economy, and in either...

The False Legitimacy of the EU

Unless you have been off planet enjoying a joyride in a UFO since 2016 (say hello to Gremm, for me, if you have) you will be sick of hearing about Brexit, the coming European wars it will cause and the rise of populism in Austria, Germany, Italy, Sweden and other EU...

On Physical Dyslexia

I’m male. Hopefully you can tell that from my pictures. When younger I always felt that I was underweight. From age 14 to 18 I weight trained every day, then twice a day until aged 24. I’d watch my diet, take weight gain supplements (no steroids) and I even visited my...

The Great Lie

We are born into a haze of layered lies. Experience is the sun that burns away the layers to reveal blinding truths. Age provides distance needed to see those truths. The journey is always unique but the truths always the same. I am an observer of life. Sure, I...