As with all despotic regimes everything on the surface looks calm and untroubled but like a duck swimmng on a lake there is massive energy being consumed beneath the waterline. so with this situation we feel our selves in. The despotic regimes of Europe, in fact the regimes of most […]
The Catholic Church
Once A Catholic
I am always amazed at the way the Catholic Church makes a fool of itself. In its bid to have the Prime Minister of Britain amongst its faithful, it allowed itself to be drawn hook, line and sinker into allowing a horrible piece of humanity into its midst. Now I […]
Why Me?
What is it about me that questions everything I am told? Whether it is the state of the weather, a football result, the taste of food or even this bloody stupid so called pandemic that is flu in any other name. If I am told it is raining, I will […]
Longsight Manchester All Those Years Ago – Part 2
To continue my story of Longsight through the ages makes me become emotional about thoughts of the past, the people I knew, the events we lived through, the poor times and not so poor times. So here we go. I was born in February 1946 a Baby Boomer if ever […]
St Bede’s College, Manchester. Crash, Bang, Wallop.
When the new head at St Bede’s College, Mr Richard Robson, took over in January 1915 I vowed to give him time. Time to sort things out, time to make the school recover from its lowest ebb. But I fear he took on more than he or any other aspiring […]
Father, Dear Father
Last week in accordance with the habit of the Catholic Church, my father, 98 years and four months old, received Extreme Unction or the Last Rites, his supposed last appointment before shuffling off this nonsensical life. His mother had given birth to a 2lb 2oz runt on 31st March 1918 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Holy Ghostly Tales
Living where I do, on the banks of the Boyle River where even on a bad day you see more wildlife than cars, more rats than people, more rain than sunshine, our major task is the gathering of correct information. As by choice we do not have a television or […]