Who the hell thought that one up! Christ it given me a laugh!
What about a change of circumstance? There’s nothing like a breather from the EU and politics in general – there are times when I get a tad bored with it but there we are. I’m thinking more about telling you lovely people about the antics I had while travelling the world – I mean it too, I’ll tell you I’ve done some boot legging in my time, not the nonsense of student travel! All booze, drugs and nothing seen or nowhere to go. Well, the booze…….?
It’s was about 35 odd years ago – showing my age now aren’t I? I was showing considerable interest in some Israeli artefacts in Tel Aviv, I can hear some of you shouting ‘as if’ etc etc but bear with me. It was a fine day as I remember, all sun and tanned bodies running around everywhere. I was at peace with the world – probably the bottle of Arak I had hidden in a pocket had something to do with this, what was I saying about the booze?
After a couple of swigs of God’s nectar, I sat down on a park bench and considered the situation I was in. Far from home and skint, not a shekel to my miserable name. Nothing but me and a bottle of Arak. Well, there was no hope for me was there? And apart from anything else I was hungry, my stomach was shouting for some grub. So I sat there and wondered what I could do about this sorry mess I was in. Religion was out of the question, God was not going to help this insult to the human race!
Time dragged on and so did the bottle – the only salvation ready to open its arms to me. I got up, I grumbled and started to make my way to the bars, restaurants and some deliverance. Heaven knows what I was going to do but there was a chance, you never know and all that.
I passed a restaurant and saw some lamb chops staring at me. The surly lumps of meat made my tummy jump. I had to have some……now! I sat at down at a table and ordered those lamb chops and a salad. It came, I saw, I conquered, Julius Caesar time but forgive me. I’d gone to Heaven with a bottle of Arak, what a way to go.
It was time to pay. I didn’t and shot off down an alleyway and mingled with the crowd. Job done, as they say.
After half an hour I felt hungry again – I’m not joking here. And what did I do? Found a restaurant and did the same thing again – tried to anyway. Next thing a fancy jeep pulls up alongside my table. Some soldiers leapt out and shoved me in the back of the jeep. I’d gone back to the same place as I’d done a runner from. That’s Arak for you!
Well, this is it I thought. Now, you might be thinking this is the end of Ruck but here’s the thing. The officer in charge was an old Cambridge student. I explained my desperation and he sympathised, bought me a packet of fags too.
Israel is a fine place, be in no doubt about it. An Arab gave me some shekels too, to get some food.
There’s a moral in here somewhere.
The polls are now showing a clear lead in the election – Corbyn is in! Now I know this will address the Labour Party concerns, trials and tribulations etc but will it happen? The Polls have been wrong so many times before that I don’t see any point in relying on them – take 1000 people and show which way they will exercise their political angst is anybody’s guess!
No, the polls aren’t worth a light.
Labour is promising all kinds of handouts. Money for this, money for that and all paid for by the Corporations. Well, guess what’s going happen? Once the tax bill is on the table, the Companies will take off and that’s that. It’s easy enough to do these days and we don’t even know what the EU is going to look like.
So what are we going to do with this black hole? Borrow is one way out and Labour is all for borrowing – it’s what has got us into this mess in the first place, look at Browns no more borrowing or busting that didn’t get us very far did it? In fairness to Brown and Blair they didn’t go as far left as the Marxist Labour Party. Look at McDonnell, the Shadow Chancellor no less? If there’s a run on the pound we’ll see to it. Oh they’ll see to it alright, the country will be skint again!
What’s happened to all the main players of the Labour Party, that was? In the Party Conference I didn’t see any of them sitting beside Corbyn. He’s has wiped them out. All those with the experience and judgement of office, have gone. There was a time when I used to be impressed by Blair (or Brown) but now? The Labour Party has gone so far to the left that they remind me of a Party in utter chaos.
And people want to vote for them.
Call me a Blairite, but and here’s the thing, we didn’t go bust over him. Corbyn will lead us down a path of social delusion, Marxist prevarication and a Communist free state – British style. Vote for him by all means, but don’t moan when it all goes wrong. If he manages to become Prime Minister I’m off, and so will a hell of lot of other people – although I have been that for some time, pastures new again etc etc.
Wales might well be Labour to its core but there are limits and Corbyn has reached this limit. Now is the time for sensible Labour voters to stand up and be counted…..that’s if their fathers don’t get in the way! Where we would be without the political thinking of the Welsh!
I thought I would take you off to another part of Swansea – nothing like a change of circumstance, Oxwich no less! The Bay with all the parts that people refuse to discuss, they just take it for granted. Anyway, I went there for lunch the other day with a friend of mine – he tells me that no other Bay had been photographed as much as the beachy splendour that crashed into our eyes. If you believe that you’ll believe anything, I think between you and me he had had too many gin and tonics, but what a way to go!
We ordered a mix of sea food, cockles, mussels and King prawns and laid into it like a couple of seafarers who had gone without any grub for the last two weeks. It was a delight. We discussed what was the attraction of visiting Oxwich, sands and all that. For me, it was the memories of old loves. Being locked away in a caravan for two weeks while it rained and tipped down the heavens upon us, we two that is. You might think this is Ruck getting all boring on us now, but we found plenty to do, like I say it was just the two of us. Scrabble one night, Cluedo the other, a bit tedious but there we are. This was in the ’70’s so forgive me, times were a bit different then.
My friend was a bit nostalgic about Oxwich. He went into a downer about ex-wives breast feeding in a car park and so on. Ex-wives? I changed the subject as quick as possible, I know enough about ‘ex’s’ to write a play about it!
So there we are. We had some food in a rather plush hotel and looked at the Bay and remembered. The force of circumstance had taken me back to my youth and all the predicaments that accompany it. The girls, the booze and the general feeling of being broke all the time. I was student then, with all the social awareness of doing it all. It was a time of expectation and anticipating a wonderful new life.
Things turned out differently, but do I look back with regret? No. Some but little of what I would call ‘regret’. I would have done things in a different way, possibly with hindsight. Oxwich brought back a balance. A levelling of what might have been.
And this is what we old ‘uns always think isn’t it? We no longer pretend or escape into a mess of delusion. We accept what is and hope to God we have got it right. It is far beyond us to reach any conclusion about this, only time will tell.
Jeremy Corbyn and the Prime Minister are getting into a pickle by the lack of judgement that is coming in from their policies. Politics as usual then.
Corbyn is getting into a mess on his PFI’s – no detail – and May is tangled up in a right shambles on how much she is prepared to give the EU. All is fun on the seats of Westminster then! Nothing changes.
How much Corbyn’s policies are going to cost the taxpayers no-one knows – there are some 700 odd PFI contracts and as McDonnell says, all will be brought back into the public sector, nationalisation again, if this suits then vote for it. He’s after nationalisation full blown and you has better not make a mistake about it. Heaven knows where he’s going to get the money from but never mind about that, although he says in the same breath that he’s not going to get the country into debt again!!!!
Politics is a funny game, isn’t it?
So, all the parties (the Lib Dems are in the EU and that’s that) are placing policies before our eyes without much substance. Fair enough, if you are a political mandarin. Not so fair if you are the man or woman in the street or catching the Clapham Omnibus. The politicians just sit there and decide our lives and we just sit back and take it all, all is fair in love and war.
I thought of going into politics once (I’m not going to tell you what party!) and upon a meeting with these holier than thou characters I decided to give it a miss. I was too much of a lying, conniving, scurrilous lout (according to the trolls), so I ended it there. But seriously, I did think of it and I did go for a meeting – honest!
Politics can be a fine occupation, in the right hands. Everyone has a difference of opinion and the fire arises when opinions get above themselves and full of steam. This is the problem with a political standpoint. Have your view by all means, but keep it polite and reasonable. Anything else is just plain deadly and decidedly off-putting.
Momentum is a party of Marxist and young, hard left followers – it follows Labour. It’s entitled to its opinion but it should exercise a degree of balance. Like it or not the British public is not of the hard left persuasion, left maybe, realise this and you might be more successful.
The British public is not too far right and not too left. The politicians need to be aware of this in their policy making deliberations and before I go, to hell with their young advisers – and by young, I mean anyone under 40. I wouldn’t give them the time of day!
It’s time to write about writing……? I’ve this new book out (the 7th novel!) and I’m all in a tizzy – well, that’s an exaggeration but there we are. I’ve done so much of it now, books and columns etc that it’s merely a way of living.
This new one is called ‘Not Yet’. An oil rig going down, murder and four young ‘uns falling in and out of love. All good stuff and not to mention a sense of humour ripping through it. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it – the critics are going bananas about it but for me? I let the readers decide, they are the best judges of all.
Read and enjoy…..hopefully!
That’s the novel mentioned, so what else do I talk about? The mastery of the newspaper, now this is a hot topic. Will it end or will it survive? Editors tell me that the printed newspaper has got about 10 years, I’d say 5-10, then it’s all pressing button impact and there it is. Mobile phones, tablets, lap tops etc The internet will win and make no mistake about it. As for books, the publishers say that they are on the increase (LP music time again), well you cannot believe everything they say at the best of times, but what about the difference in generations?
When the young hit adulthood, that’s all they will know is looking at a screen and that’s that. Print will be gone. Sad but true.
How do I feel about it? I’m one of the old school, so giving up is a hard tale to follow. I still buy hard copy and will continue to do so, until the day I die. I still buy newspapers…… I’d better not say ‘until the day I die’, I don’t want to tempt fate again! Stubbornness you might think, but there we are. We’ll keep the print buying general public going but how long for? Not long it must be said, so it’s cheerio the smell of paper and the intoxication of the written word.
Rest in peace.
Getting old is all about saying ‘Goodbye’, and until the final whistle can be heard in the finite moments of life. It’s when one realises that one can do no more, the world will go on with or without me. It will fight, it will be bend to peace and it will be conciliatory.
It will survive, with or without books!
Movement demands pressure from all kinds of things. The internet is just another form of trial and tribulation. It will go on changing lives and habits, it will go on making a delivery of a new form of existence.
Just hope, it doesn’t get too powerful.
Huw Edwards didn’t travel to Swansea or Cardiff – the main areas of population. How typical -BBC Wales does it again. They seem to delight in a Celtic rainstorm of impartiality!
I’m fed up with the Welshy variety, boring and insignificant. I’ll concentrate on more important matters now, the EU and what the Government is going to do about it.
Politics is after all, a free state of insult and misdemeanour!
Although, I might give Huw Edwards a perusal at 9.00pm to tonight. Let’s see what the great man has to say – his Welsh undertones are so delightful to listen to!
A newsreader of indeterminable character, one might say. He will be introducing a programme of how the Welsh feel about devolution.
His father was a Plaid Cymru and Welsh language activist, his mother was also Welsh speaking. He was brought up in a Welsh speaking family and attended a Welsh University (Cardiff).
An impartial presenter for the BBC?
As you have kindly Tweeted about me following the Newsnight progamme, I will do you the service of a bespoke sentence or two.
Well, haven’t I been facing an untold defamatory comments from the Welsh language enthusiasts. They don’t like being challenged do they? Ah the unholy script of nationalistic fervour.
I’m English and should go back to England (actually I’m Welsh), I’ve ‘lied’ about the viewing figures on the media outlets and just about everything else. From the Oxford Student magazine (written by a Welshman I assume, his name is a virtual give away) to some in the Welsh media.
The English media have reported fairly and without bias.
They seek to frighten me – well, that’s not going to happen. I speak for the vast majority of Welsh people and that’s a fact. So, carry on making utter fools of yourselves and help the language along the way.
The one thing you cannot do anything about is the Internet. This and this alone, will curtail any hope you have of a Welsh speaking Wales.
And some I’ve heard defending Martin Shipton and Carolyn Hitt, both scribblers for the Western Mail – they don’t mention the fact that both have had their books published through the Welsh Government’s give away grants for Welsh writing!
Give me strength!!!
PS I had a ‘book’ on my Amazon selling page removed – it got on to the page by using my name. It was defamatory.