Life Story#24: What Goes Up....
Summer's end 1975 rolls around, and we all head off to Watchfield. After the officially-sanctioned violence at the end of Windsor the previous tear, there was no way a festival was going to be held there in 1975, or any other year for that matter. The actions of the police had drawn heavy criticism, but no matter; the desired result had been . . .
Blog#23: Droplets
Part One
Worshippers at the Dark Unholy Church of Mainstream Everything might be surprised at some of the things that are proceeding out there. In the world of legalities, for example. Cases have now been filed from many different places with the International Criminal Court, claiming crimes against humanity and genocide re. the pathogen . . .
Life Story#23: A Dark Teacher
Part One
1975 goes down in meteorological history as the first of two successive years with (by British standards) remarkably hot, dry, and sunny summers. Day after day I was out in shirtsleeves, delivering as much mail as I could before the hear became near unbearable.
The evening overtime had dried up. Now I went in for a stint of . . .
Blog#22: It's a Gas Gas Gas
Part One: What Price Gas?
During the second half of 2021, the price of gas in the UK (and elsewhere, undoubtedly) skyrocketed. Aside from noting that it looked like another attempt to squeeze-and-fear the general populace, I didn't pay overmuch attention. I got on with my life. But then, mid-December, I was informed that our current . . .
Life Story#22: Killing the Buddha
Part One
'If you meet the Buddha on the road - kill him!' Such is the diktat issued by Zen Buddhism in one of its most outrageous moments. Designed to confront the student with his or her preconceptions about 'spiritual life', to shake the meditator out of complacency and slumber, 'Killing the Buddha' appealed directly to Liberty Fox and . . .
Blog#21: Midwinter Variety Performance
These are a few little spin-offs from recent posts...
Part One: Anyone For Jargon?
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Sound familiar? It's a bit of a cliche, isn't it? In fact, pretty banal and grotesque. It bears similarity with another wordbite from the same layer of human history: 'the Swinging Sixties'. Had you asked my . . .
Life Story#21: Girls, Girls, Girls
Part One
Sex. Girls. We were four predominantly heterosexual guys, and the two were pretty much synonymous. And, as enthusiastic members of a counterculture that had apparently thrown off the shackles of chaste, repressed, previous generations, it was amazing how little sex was actually around at the time.
There was the . . .
