Perfect for island hopping off the West Coast of Scotland, the canals of Europe or even bigger trips on The Med and further afield. Brilliant work from Angus Rowboats. Just look at that beautiful wineglass stern!
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13.2.12
The Boat of my Dreams
Perfect for island hopping off the West Coast of Scotland, the canals of Europe or even bigger trips on The Med and further afield. Brilliant work from Angus Rowboats. Just look at that beautiful wineglass stern!
9.2.12
New law will be for the children « This Is Guernsey
New law will be for the children
3.2.12
Nuclear vs Nuclear vs Nuclear by George Monbiot
This needs serious attention. The other two options of burying it in a big hole and 'Moxing' it have few advantages and many negatives. At last there's something of a technical fix in actuality rather than on the horizon. It should be supported and encouraged by all of us...vigorously.
Nuclear vs Nuclear vs Nuclear
At last some bright people are starting to talk some sense. Let's just hope our benighted politicians don't screw it up!
2.2.12
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FORCED SIMPLICITY
1.1.12
A Happy and Prosperous New Year!
Aum. Ha!
29.12.11
18.12.11
Christopher Hitchens RIP and Vaclav Havel too.
Sadly I am unable to forgive any who supported the Bush junta in their despicable Iraqi adventure and consider all involved in the Neo-Liberal imperialist antics of that period to have been guilty by association. I dream one day we may see Bush and Blair in the dock to answer for their crimes. That truly would be a great day for Human Rights! How the dictators and their torturers would shudder in their cells!
Also this mechanistic materialism so energetically espoused by Hitchens, Dawkins, Crick, Diamond et al. This sense of matter as inertly subject to the whim of evolutionary development. The haughty dismissal of alternative medicine and all that is spiritual as infantilism. What a sad bunch of born again atheists they really are. He was a bit of a toff. A poor Balliol toff with his donkey jacket in the 60's liberating the poor workers. A metropolitan toff. A name dropper. But a bit of a dude as well.
But Hitch was a colourful and slightly enchanting monster, a great drinking companion and an excellent writer, and I guess in a world of letters that comes to seem ever more bland he'll be sorely missed.
I recently interviewed a Czech woman and asked her if Havel was truly as great as he's made out, 'oh yes' she replied ' he was the greatest of men.'
10.12.11
A Sonnet for Whitbarrow Moor.
4.12.11
Ghost Story In Fragmento
The owner of the hotel called Three Roods was a rather rough looking chap called Henry Diggins. I could see from his sunken eyes and the burst blood vessels in his face that he had too much of a liking for the drink. He was not the kind of man with whom I would normally engage in any deep conversation. So when he casually mentioned that he had been a pupil at Dauntless College in the nearby village of Romsey I was amazed and it was with genuine surprise that I explained that I too had been a boarder there and we exchanged memories like the survivors of some grisly accident bound together by shared trauma.
Diggins, it transpired was some years younger than I and when he remarked that he was the pupil who had stayed over on the Christmas holidays at the time of the Great Fire I was greatly intrigued to hear his story and he only too keen for the telling of it.
New motto of the Day: Grace Under Pressure
There have been some very strange things happening in this neck of the woods of late. Me? I’m a watcher. I see what goes on-it is after all my purpose. It is what I have been trained for. To the untrained eye it might look like ordinary people going about their business but I know better. I have, as I say been trained to see beneath the surface of things.
Dr Chaudhuri is not a watcher. She thinks she is but clearly she is not. In my experience psychiatrists rarely are in fact watchers though clearly they are intelligent people. Very intelligent people or they wouldn’t be psychiatrists though there can be too much emphasis on that cleverness. The intelligence of a watcher is different. We must have endless supplies of patience.
Ramblings from old Notebooks Pt 1V
30/12/00: A fragment after watching Luc Besson’s Jean of Arc and lit like the film-dark and brooding. There is a barman-tall, swarthy insolent and arrogant looking. Long hair and a dirty unshaven face. He is completely naked and sports a huge erection and is strutting up and down behind the bar.
15/7/01: The Social Worker-first chapter done////
Reiko & Shinji/ The Questors/ Sea Kayak trip/ Barcelona trip/ Cephalonia trip/
20/9/01: Reading The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy on the train I am struck repeatedly by images of profound horror. The German officer sucking the eyeballs of the revolutionary out of their sockets and leaving them to dangle on their cords and the retelling of it with the blind man saying how he could see his chin and body from another angle which gradually dimmed as the cords and eyeballs shrunk like grapes.
A phrase from Prospect Magazine OCT 2000 “The void of Pre-Birth.” From essay The Eggshell by Paul Broks
Wherever was it that I heard that phrase? I just cannot remember. What was it now? The distribution of sadness as opposed to the distribution of blame.
The stigmata of perfectablility- From a documentary on Dusty Springfied-The trait of artists to always wish for everything to be absolutely perfect.
If I create nothing else but am at least declared to have been a good dad then I will consider my life to have been worthwhile. Lover, friend, husband-these are all important but Dad is best of all.
I do not believe in love at first sight. I believe that to be an error that confuses an immediate sexual or magnetic attraction with what arises from the slow casserole of relationship. Anything else is fast food. Now there isn’t even any time to fall in love.
Speed dating? Because they need time to do what exactly?
23.11.11
A day doodling in the Downs.
13.11.11
The Archdruid Report: A Gathering of the Tribe
The Archdruid Report: A Gathering of the Tribe: I walk half a mile through a chill autumn morning to the bleak little cinderblock building that serves the old mill town where I live as a t...
6.11.11
The Dougans hit the recording studio!
5.11.11
Saturday Poem: Bodhisattva Girl Binding Blues
drained out the dirt from all my darkest dreams.
17.10.11
Fwd: Fw: 2 spaces left on Paint Your Art out
From: delcia Mcneil <delcia.mcneil@virgin.net>
Date: 15 October 2011 12:28
Subject: Fw: 2 spaces left on Paint Your Art out
To: Delcia McNeil <delcia.mcneil@virgin.net>
Dear Everyone
for those of you who have been putting off putting paint to paper, exploring your creativity, or feel blocked in some way, this is to let you know that there are two spaces left on my next Paint Your Art Out workshop day on Sunday 20 November 2011 (10.00am – 4.30pm) in Muswell Hill, North London.
Just imagine having a day in a space with a small group where you feel safe and supported and free to express yourself. And imagine experiencing yourself becoming comfortably relaxed through hearing soothing music and gentle meditative words. See yourself discovering whole new things about yourself. Our theme this time is Painting Mandalas. Mandalas (circular shapes) are symbols of both infinity and containment and provide a wonderful way into self exploration. You do not need any artistic talent - just a desire to be open, explore, play, discover, develop, heal and learn.
Recent feedback from participants:
"I liked the friendliness, and I enjoyed the new freedom I felt when I put brush to paper.
"Great fun, great depth" "Brilliant, accessible and informative ... helped me be freer"
"It was a spiritual experience for me; it has given me a release and a sense of optimism, wonder, anticipation, energy ..." "This workshop feeds the soul."
Full details are on the attached flier.
all good wishes,
Delcia
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8.10.11
The Archdruid Report: The Peak Oil Initiation
October Poem-Anger Ritual in the Field of Dreams
ANGER RITUAL IN THE FIELD OF DREAMS
I say: ‘Let’s get this out into the World!’
And you; a little scared, ask how it’s done.
And...with a wild war-cry I charge the bales!
A glinting sword cleaves the morning air!
Massed ranks of shitheads fall apart and flee
into the woods while I, grimly pursue,
slashing back and forth and widow-making
in the hay, and screaming all the while.
Your face breaks into smiles to see man’s rage
revealed without some covering cloak of shame.
And then you shout and charge...yourself in turn!
A swirling sword flailing in your hand
like a true warrior my son! That day
we slew our foes upon the Field of Dreams.