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Monday Morning, 8am.

Well… Chavez is back as president of Venezuela, Pinochet is still on his deathbed and Britain is still a nuclear power.

Kofi Annan is still saying that Iraq and a mess, and he wishes he’d done more and Hezbollah is still causing trouble in Lebanon (which oddly, is no longer called The Lebanon). America is still torturing people in prison camps and holding show trials, the British government and security services are alienating Muslim communities just when they need their co-operation most, trains are not running because there is “too much dust” and gyppos are still nicking copper wire from train tracks and electricity substations.

I guess everything is back to 21st Century normal after the little aside of the last couple of weeks; that seems something of a shame. It was fun for a while anyway.


I just received an email out of the blue which somewhat surprised me.

I think it is possibly the writer’s equivalent of a Hendrix fan receiving a mail saying “I was Jimmi’s assistant for 18 years and have his favourite guitar still. Do you want it?”. In my case, it wasn’t Hendrix, it was Sir William Connor (Cassandra) and it wasn’t a guitar, it was his “Tripewriter” on which he penned most of his articles.

Anyone who knows me well will know that Cassandra was my biggest influence in writing and indeed, in quite a lot more so it is a fair thing to say I am quite pleased about this. Although it has reminded me that I am really not making much progress on the biography of him that I was mean to be writing. We’ll gloss over that for now though, won’t we?

Lost in Time.

What an odd couple of weeks this has been in England as far as Terrorism and Espionage is concerned.

The first and most obvious event is this whole Alexander Litvinenko poisoning story. A former spy, poisoned by highly radioactive Polonium-210 hidden in his Sushi with a deathbead claim that it was the Russian President wot did it. All this followed by geiger counter weilding policemen finding various signs of Polonium on his trail, in hotels, on British Airways planes and inside the stomachs of a larger than life, publicity seeking Italian Security Expert.

Almost missed in the shadow of this true-life competition for the new Bond Film was Michael Stone’s attack on Stormont (The Northern Irish Parliament). Stone, a very well known Loyalist terrorist from the old days entered the building carrying six to eight “fairly amateurish” bombs, a gun and a knife and was pretty much stopped in the first few seconds by civillian security guards and disarmed. One assumes he will now get 30 years in prison for carrying a knife and a few extra years added on for the other stuff.

Whilst all of this has kept the newspapers and telly amused for hours it has provided a nice little flashback to the times when terrorists were people with proper names and causes that were at least understandable. A time when the Spy Game at least seemed to make some sense and was more concerned with spying on foreign agents than spying on the population as a whole.

It was quite a pleasant flashback, oddly. But I bet it won’t last.


Sometimes, fate just has a habit of making it obvious that you should be friends with somebody. Rarely have I ever stopped to capture the event on film. This may well rank as my personal choice for the best photograph I have ever taken but I very much doubt many people will either agree or understand. On this issue, I don’t care.

1st Sight

I don’t like weblogs.

I don’t like weblogs. I have never made a secret of this fact but I have decided that maybe I should have one for ranting in. I may use it, I may not but it has to be easier than using my old rants site anyway.

We’ll see; I guess!