One of the problems of coming from the colonial world is that white people have no history except for the native history of the indigenous people they pushed to one side. That history has no real place in the European mind so they hunt farther afield. They yearn for the […]
History
Fresh Lonely Air In Manchester – Part 3
After the bomb in central Manchester interrupted my advent into the city of my birth, I have settled down to write. What would have been a blog about finally coming to grips with my grief in the city where we courted and raised our family, is now an episodic story […]
A Trip To Malta
Helen, my wife, had died on Christmas Day 2016. The late winter and early spring of 2017 were real hard days for me but by April the corona of light that signifies the end of the tunnel, the dispenser of gloom and despair was growing larger by the week. Helen […]
The Law Is A Fucking Ass
If the dust has settled, it is possibly now a time for analysis. Let us take for a start the Manchester Evening News article on 26th March 2016. The headline says that the victims had dropped the legal action against the Salford Diocese. In fact they did not drop it […]
Abuse: Its Forms and Failures
Before I start this probably long posting I would like to apologise to Mr Richard Scorer and his abuse team at Panone/Slater and Gordon in Manchester. I have probably done them a disfavour with my past blog postings but I now realise they were working in a section of English […]
Three Score And Ten And Still Living.
There comes a time in a man’s life when he suggests to himself that “I’ll have one last lash”. It has been a while in coming, slowly and recently I have begun to have a distaste for a session down the pub, a bellyful of booze. Pints of Guinness now […]
2016 -The Year Of Commemoration and Justice
As I get older my existence becomes more hermitic. Although I am in touch with the world, I see nobody but my wife, the lovely Helen, the bane of my life for 43 years. Only when I go for provisions do I realise there are other people living in the […]
It Is Not The Bishop’s Feet I Can Smell Here, But He Does Have Bad Breath
I would like to drag the reader back to a posting I put on the system on 5th October 2015 entitled “St Bede’s College in Manchester And All That”, where in the second half of that article I complained about Slater and Gordon’s handling of a case involving two old […]
Grecian Gropes and Macedonian Meanders-Part 5
We left the once malarial infested Struma Valley and took the long road west to Lake Doiran and Macedonia. 100 years ago this part of present day Macedonia was in Serbia and we crossed the Greek border at6.00pm to find it was only 5.00pm. Although Doiran is on the same […]
Grecian Gropes And Macedonian Meanders-Part 4
After leaving Lembet Road Cemetery we returned for our last night in Thessaloniki and enjoyed a fantastic meal of many courses of meze preceded by the traditional glass of Raki. a liqueur taken as an aperitif. I was beginning to like this idea by the time our week’s stay was […]