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Diana Assassination – new evidence.


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Harry literally following in his mother’s footsteps

That Diana Spencer, former Princess of Wales, was killed in a carefully arranged ‘accident’ which was then covered up by the authorities there can be no doubt. The media even tried to imply that the official Inquest came up with the conclusion that it was an accident caused by a drunken driver, Henri Paul, and the paparazzi following the Mercedes Diana and Dodi were traveling in. This is not in fact the case, the verdict was ‘Unlawful killing’ caused by the vehicles following the Mercedes. These vehicles, including several motorcycles, were NOT the paparazzi and they have never been traced or identified. ALL the paparazzi vehicles were traced, and they were nowhere near the Mercedes when the crash occurred. The evidence that Henri Paul was drunk was thoroughly discredited as the blood samples were switched. There was so much carbon monoxide in them he would have been dead, or at least incapable of driving at all, before he even got into the car. Added to which neither Diana, Dodi nor the bodyguard Trevor Rees-Jones would have allowed a drunken Henri Paul to drive the car, they wouldn’t have even got in it if he was driving in that condition.

The full evidence available from various sources has been gathered together and published on this website: - scroll down thru Factual Precis, here’s the link to these pages:

This morning’s Daily Express has a piece which says the latest allegations about the SAS arranging the ‘accident’ on orders from MI6 raise the whole thing up to a new level, especially as Prince Charles, Mohamed Al-Fayed and the judge who presided over the official Inquest have been approached. The newspaper yesterday said this makes a new inquiry more likely. However the Express piece below contains a quote which says nothing will be revealed till the Queen dies. William and Harry, however, will wish to know what happened to their mother. This is exactly what has been said over and over again on the DianaSpeaks site, where the Earthbound spirit of Diana communicates through her voice channel Andrew Russell-Davies, aka Christian.

Everything was planned down to the last detail, to cope with every eventuality including the possibility that Diana would survive the crash. She indeed did, but was finished off in the ambulance which contained a bogus crew. Look at the many precis on the events in Paris on the DianaSpeaks site where all the evidence available is gathered together, and no reasonable person could be in any doubt this so-called ‘accident’ was carefully arranged, as indeed Diana herself was told it would be on several occasions. This is a quotation from Simone Simmons book, ‘Diana – The Last Word’:

‘I was with Diana in her sitting room at KP when she beckoned me over and held her large old-fashioned black telephone away from her ear so that I could hear. I heard a voice telling her she should stop meddling with things she didn’t understand or know anything about, and spent several minutes trying to tell her to drop her campaign. Diana didn’t say much, she just listened, and I clearly heard the warning: “You never know when an accident is going to happen.” She went very pale.’

Diana identified the caller of some of these threats in connexion with her anti-landmines campaign as a Tory MP. It was the anti-landmines campaign which sealed her fate, plus the fact that she was planning on taking up the cause of the Palestinians next, which would have riled the Israeli authorities. The CIA would have been very anxious Diana was out of the way because she was a very powerful woman even stripped of her royal HRH title, and could be extremely influential. It was Diana who persuaded President Bill Clinton to vote for the anti-landmines Treaty. This was, no doubt, her fatal action (not a mistake, because it had to be done). Once she’d persuaded the President of the most powerful nation on Earth and thereby damaged the financial interests of the powerful arms industry, her fate was sealed.

Another very sinister thing was a report I read in The Guardian newspaper, never mentioned since to my knowledge, quoting a Tory MP about a week before the fatal crash. Diana had made remarks to the effect that she thought the newly-elected Tony Blair Labour government would be more sympathetic to the anti-landmines campaign than the outgoing John Major Tory government. The MP was quoted as saying that they could not ALLOW such political statements from the mother of a future King. About a week later, Diana was conveniently dead, and pressure was put on President Clinton to change his mind about the promise he made to her.

Once Diana was dead, President Clinton was indeed persuaded to renegade on his promise to her and vote against the anti-landmines treaty. Today, nearly 16 years later, the USA is one of the few countries which still has not signed or ratified the Treaty.

But Diana said in the Panorama interview that the trouble was ‘she will not go quietly’. Indeed she won’t, and if you doubt this listen to some of the 40+ hours of podcast posthumous interviews with Diana on the DianaSpeaks site and on a site linked to it, or go direct to the main podcasts here:

Open Letter to Victor Zammit, editor of the Weekly Afterlife Report


Victor Zammit’s Weekly Afterlife Reports can be accessed via his website:


Hi Victor,
I was particularly interested in the first paragraph in this week’s Afterlife Report, as I came to accept the evidence for survival as a Marxist atheist after reading about the Soviet discovery of ‘bioplasma’, their then politically correct term for the ‘aura’ or ‘astral body’. I have now stopped describing myself as an ‘atheist’ or even as an ’agnostic’ because of their negative implications regarding survival. Michael Roll, of course, promotes the rationalist case for survival via his Campaign for Philosophical Freedom (
The nub of the matter is exactly what you describe, we all totally reject the idea of an old man in the sky with a long white beard. More than that, I cannot accept the idea of an all-wise, all-knowing Creator so never use the term ‘God’ and try to avoid religious terms like ‘pray’.
There are many alternative terms for the Universal Consciousness or Mind which is constantly evolving, of which we are all part. Many Spiritualists and also Native Americans call it the Great Spirit, Ron Pearson calls it the ‘intelligent ether’ or ‘i-ther’, others call it Source, but whatever you call it the quandary we are left with is what to call ourselves? Are we atheists or agnostics if we know, based on the evidence, that there is an afterlife and a Universal Mind, Source or whatever we call it directing evolution, as well as evolving itself? Michael Roll has come up with the term Survivalists. However that seems to have other meanings as well, and is not widely understood.
I’m happy to call myself a Survivalist or Spiritualist, but the latter can have religious connotations, and many still cling to the contradictory term ‘Christian Spiritualist’. Since we know we are all responsible for our own actions and that there is no escaping the law of cause and effect or karma, no Spiritualist can accept the idea of a savior or that a priest can forgive misdemeanors. This idea, promoted by organized religion, has done enormous damage to the idea of the afterlife.
If belief in a particular savior or a particular religion or religious practice meant a ticket to ‘heaven’ whatever terrible deeds one had done in life, whilst atheists/agnostics who were also humanists and helped others went straight to ‘hell’, then it is no wonder the idea of the afterlife has been rejected by rationalists as pure nonsense, fairytales for children like the idea of Santa Claus.
We must take the afterlife out of the debate about religion and ‘God’ altogether. Ron Pearson and others have done this, but their magnificent work upsets both orthodox religion and orthodox Einsteinian science. However since Quantum Physics is also incompatible with some of  Einstein’s theories, which he himself doubted were correct later in his life, sooner or later scientists have to start paying serious attention to the theories of people like Pearson and the idea of survival. (Access Ron Pearson’s articles and publications via the Campaign for Philosophical Freedom –
Quantum Physicists as a whole seem at present unwilling to take the quantum leap and accept the logical conclusion to their experimentation: since sub-atomic particles revert to wave function or waves of probability when not consciously observed, surely this means that consciousness itself must be non-material? The mind and brain are indeed separate, the physical brain being merely the receiver and controller of the physical body. Mind does not merely affect matter, it creates and organizes it. In fact, MInd (or Spirit if you like) is the ultimate reality, and all matter universes or matter systems are virtual realities or elaborate illusions created by Mind/Spirit. This includes our own physical Universe and the Spirit planes where houses, fields, etc. and all sorts of things are much more obviously created by thought.
Quantum Physics has, in fact, proved that all matter (which must include the brain) is created by thought and cannot even exist without being consciously observed. Therefore a non-material Consciousness must be the true reality, whether you call it ‘God’, the ‘i-ther’, ‘Source’, ‘the Great Spirit’ or, as an American friend of mine does, ‘Dude’.
Evolution on this Earth was clearly guided, not by an all-knowing ‘God’ who wouldn’t have needed to go through this long-winded and wasteful process. It is surely obvious that all living things have a spiritual counterpart which guides their own evolution based on lessons learnt. Anyone who believes the complex organs of human and animal bodies came about by pure ‘accident’ and ‘natural selection’ without the guiding hand of some intelligent design would also be foolish enough to believe millions of monkeys typing for millions of years on millions of keyboards would eventually produce the complete works of Shakespeare in word-perfect English. It would never happen, though they would no doubt produce a few badly spelt sentences in various languages amidst all the garbage.
Intelligent design does not imply ‘God’, it implies that all living things are also Spirit and are constantly evolving both physically and spiritually. We learn from our mistakes, and eventually something godlike starts to emerge from the Universal Consciousness. It is the most highly developed part of this Consciousness which has taken on the qualities of Light and Love to the utmost degree, and this is what greets most of us when we transit to the Third Level of Spirit and which some interpret according to their religious beliefs.
Nobody experiencing an NDE has so far said: ‘I was greeted by a highly developed part of Ron Pearson’s i-ther’, but perhaps when he’s more widely read and accepted they will identify it in that way rather than as ‘God’, ‘Jesus’, ‘The Madonna’, ‘Mohamed’, ‘Krishna’, ‘the Buddha’ or whatever. However as many of these entities lived on Earth they must still exist in Spirit, so their followers could indeed be met by them too.
Perhaps, as I once facetiously wrote, I’ll be met by Karl Marx not emitting a brilliant white light, but a deep warm Red glow. Surely the people’s Red Flag waves metaphorically over the Third Level of Spirit as it seems to me they live a true Communistic existence without the State, police, armed forces, money, courts of law, prisons, etc., ‘from each according to their ability, to each according to their needs’. You give service to the best of your ability (such as helping traumatized new arrivals, doing ‘rescue’ work, etc.) and you accept or create with your thoughts according to your perceived needs.
Best wishes, and thanks again for these weekly Reports,

Boris Bikes


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London mayor, Boris Johnson, at a  ’Boris Bikes’ hiring station

‘Boris Bikes’ is the unofficial name for London’s bicycle hiring scheme, sponsored by Barclays Bank and initiated by London Mayor Boris Johnson. The scheme has recently been extended from Central London to some inner London boroughs like Wandsworth.

This has caused much controversy because bicycle hiring stations are being erected without proper consultation with residents, so valuable parking spaces for cars has been lost.

My main concern with the scheme, which I think is an excellent idea, is the danger posed to cyclists in London due to other traffic. Even where there are cycle lanes most of these are not physically separated from other traffic. However I am greatly in favor of bicycles, buses and trams being given priority over private cars in big cities like London.

Not only are our roads congested with moving traffic (sometimes moving at a crawl), but many side roads have cars parked in them all day for most of the week. This is no doubt because owning a motor vehicle in big cities like London often means people are very limited as to when they can actually use them. I gave up a small second-hand van years ago as it was parked in the road most of the week, and I still had to buy a season ticket for public transport to get to and from work because of parking restrictions.

Now we also have the Congestion Charge (recently contracted to a smaller area due to opposition from local motorists) as well as parking restrictions, and on our estate there are now two parking schemes. One is free to residents and their visitors if they can find a free residents’ parking bay, otherwise they have to pay to park in the road. Consequently other roads with currently no parking scheme are clogged with parked vehicles all day, and this is also true of many other parts of London.

Having a motor vehicle in big cities like London, let alone more than one motor vehicle, is becoming more and more of a problem for the owners and Londoners generally. Increasingly it is becoming more difficult to use them due to the Congestion Charge, parking restrictions, etc. Even if you use them to take a trip to the countryside or coast, because London has no urban motorway network it can take an hour or more just to get outside the metropolis. It is much quicker to go by train.

We sometimes went on coach trips from Battersea to the coast, and even using the few dual carriageways and the M25 orbital motorway it took over an hour to reach the Croydon area, which could  be reached in 10 minutes by train!

There was rumor of a proposal by the European Union to ban all private car ownership in inner cities (apart from vehicles owned by the disabled, doctors, etc.) Even if we don’t go this far, it may be necessary to widen the Congestion Charge area again, raise the charges, increase parking charges and restrictions and impose a higher road tax on vehicles owned by motorists living in the inner cities.

Due to the impracticality of using motor vehicles to travel to work in many cases in the big cities (due to lack of parking space, Congestion Charge, etc.) many drivers leave their vehicles parked all day, only able to use them in the evening and weekends for occasional shopping and other trips. Of course there is the ‘school run’ by parents who own cars, now it is often considered unsafe to let children walk or take public transport to school like we used to.

I can’t help feeling that owning one or more cars is often more of a status symbol than anything in big cities, where their usefulness is limited. I have not missed the motor vehicle I gave up years ago because of our excellent public transport system which runs 24 hours a day.

Apart from the factors mentioned above, motor vehicle use has to be reduced to combat global warming and climate change. Bicycles keep you fit (if the roads are safer) and do not emit polluting fumes. Therefore I am all in favor of the Boris Bikes scheme being extended to complement public transport, and car use in inner London being discouraged. However our roads need to be made safer, more segregated cycle lanes in London, and it is true that residents should be properly consulted before bicycle hiring stations are established, though there will always be a conflict between motorists wanting more parking space and other residents.

So I give a big thumbs up to Boris Johnson’s cycle hire scheme and extending it to other parts of London, but I can also see a need to restrict private car use in at least the inner city.

Evolution not Revolution


When you hear about wars and murders, gang warfare, atrocities, the threat of nuclear annihilation which still hangs over us all, it can be pretty depressing. As can the unfair distribution of wealth throughout the world, with millions dying of starvation whilst most of the world’s wealth is in the hands of the few.

It seems there is no spiritual progress for humanity, until you look back into history and see how much worse things were then. Read The Bible or some other ancient text, and you’ll see what cruelties were enacted upon completely innocent people, sometimes, if what we read there is true, sanctioned by people like Moses. Instructing the Israelites to rape and kill innocent people, including children. There’s the crucifixion of Christ and others, a common form of torture and execution at one time.

We come to the the Middle Ages and the Inquisition, with more terrible tortures, people burned alive, or hung, drawn and quartered. Stoning to death was also sanctioned in The Bible, in The Koran, etc. It still goes on today in some Islamic countries.

Very, very gradually we have become more civilized, though horrors and atrocities still occur. While we and other countries threaten millions with nuclear weapons we cannot claim to be really civilized. When we bomb innocent civilians, and teach young men to kill each other just because they are born in different countries, we can’t claim to be really civilized either.

On the other hand, outside of war situations and hoping the nuclear weapons will never be used again and will eventually be abolished, we have made slow progress. Whilst various forms of torture are still practised behind closed doors it is no longer acceptable for any nation to admit it happens, and things like burning witches alive, etc. cannot be decreed by courts of law. Indeed capital punishment has been abolished in many countries and in many states of the U.S.. Even in those states which still keep it, at least the gas chamber and electric chair are slowly being retired in favor of the lethal injection. Progress in human rights and a better world is painfully slow. It is more advanced in some countries and cultures than in others.

Lenin once wrote about progress being ‘Two steps forward, one step back’, and that certainly describes his revolution. Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels showed how the world’s workers were exploited in the era of capitalism, which followed on from feudalism, and pointed the way forward to a better world under Socialism and ultimately the utopia of Communism. What happened in the Soviet Union and the other Socialist countries showed the limitations of the revolutionary method and the so-called ‘Dictatorship of the Proletariat’, which turned into a dictatorship of a new privileged bureaucratic class. I’ve written about why this occurred in previous blogs, but the point I want to make here is that in the 20th Century there was a real attempt to build a utopian society, and while this was never achieved, the basis of a fairer society was established. All the Socialist countries had good public services, subsidized essentials, good public transport systems, good education, good health services, full employment, security in old age, but the privileged elite which had infiltrated the organs of power lived in luxury compared to the ordinary citizens. Unfortunately in the years 1989-1991 all the good things this imperfect Socialism had achieved were swept away, and many of the corrupt politicians and bureaucrats who had exploited the people were kept on. More like one step forward, two steps back in that case!

Nevertheless some of Marx’s and Engels’ principles have been followed elsewhere. Here in Britain, immediately after WWII, we had a wave of Socialist measures including the setting up of the Welfare State including the National Health Service, following Marx’s formula for Communist society: ‘from each according to their ability, to each according to their needs’, since these things were paid for by taxation in some form or other, but were free to those who needed them most. Unfortunately the post-War Labour government’s achievements have also been slowly whittled away by subsequent administrations, but here and in many other countries free medical and hospital services are still available.

Of course there was the terrible 20th Century slaughter of two world wars in which millions of innocent civilians and conscripted soldiers died, and the Nazi Holocaust.  It is said that this world is where we learn lessons, and that is why progress is so slow because we have to learn the hard way not to repeat these terrible things.

I am, and always have been, an optimist. I always hope for a better world, and believe a new generation will find a way to gradually bring it about. I also believe the mistakes of the past are valuable lessons for the future, so any 21st Century Socialism must avoid, for instance, the one-Party state or one-Party dominated coalition if a corrupt new bureaucatic ruling class is not to emerge again and limit progress towards the Communist ideal, if indeed that can ever be achieved. I have very strong doubts about that, since it involves the withering away of the State itself so places enormous responsibilities on individual citizens to act collectively in a self-governing society without money, police, armed forces, etc. I would be satisfied if world wide Socialism was established with no privileged ruling elite, but even that seems a very long way off, though now Latin America seems to be leading the way.

However building a better, fairer world based purely on materialism, or dialectical materialism, will never work. My friend Victor Zammit has written about dialectical spiritualism. We must all become aware that we survive death, and that there is a law of cause and effect, also known as karma. What we sow surely we will reap, nobody gets away with anything. Once humanity becomes convinced by the overwhelming evidence of the true nature of the afterlife, now all over the Internet but suppressed by much of the media, by orthodox science and orthodox organized religion, then much more rapid progress will  be made to a fairer society.

Medical advances mean resuscitation of people who once would have died has greatly increased the prevalence of NDEs (Near Death Experiences), and these prove there is an afterlife, that our minds are separate from our physical bodies, and the trauma of the Life Review shows that we are all connected, and that our actions and their consequences will be felt by us, whether good or bad. There truly is no Heaven and no Hell, these are gross simplications of organized religion. There are endless spheres, dimensions or planes and we gravitate after this life to be with people much like ourselves, so you can imagine where people like Hitler and other cold-blooded murderers ended up! Not in very pleasant places, but there is the possibility of progress and spiritual development for all when they tire of being treated as badly as they treat others.

Meanwhile, I also firmly believe based on overwhelming evidence, an Inter-Galactic civilization closely observes us, as they have done for centuries but with increasing interest since the development of nuclear weapons, to await the time we have put our wars and national rivalries behind us, and are ready to join the civilized Inter-Galactic community. UFOs are real, and it may be thanks to them and Spirit forces also watching over us that we haven’t destroyed the world already.

I’ll give just two practical instances:

UFOs over the USA on at least one occasion neutralized ICBMs (InterContinental Ballistic Missiles) armed with nuclear warheads in their silos.

On a Soviet nuclear submarine during the 1962 Cuba crisis, one officer refused to agree to push the nuclear button which would almost certainly have started a nuclear World War III. Three officers had to agree, and the other two were ready to push the button. Spirit acted on this third officer to save the Earth.

How many other times have Spirit and/or extra-terrestials acted to save our planet? Now it is time we got our act together and started to save it ourselves, and built a better, fairer, more humane and environmentally friendly society. A less materialist one where not everyone has to own even one car polluting the atmosphere and clogging up the roads, but a society which puts the community and the environment first. You can call it what you like – a Socialist society, a Green one, or simply a society based on spiritual and humanist values instead of purely materialist ones based on greed.

Hit and Miss Seaside Resorts in UK


Margate, 2.7.13 (14)

 Dreamland tower in background, but amusement park and all facilities gone.

Having just had a day trip to Margate, where I spent many happy holidays in the 1950s and 1960s, it was fairly obvious to me why this and some other seaside resorts have seen better days.

The usual excuse is that people now go abroad where the weather is more certain. However surely that is all the more reason to provide entertainment for when the British weather isn’t so good.

The group I went to Margate with came home an hour early, spending only three hours in the resort because, to quote the team leader, ‘there’s nothing to do here’. It was true, unless you wanted to sit in cafes sipping endless teas and coffees. The weather was dry but overcast, so not beach weather (anyway the tide was out so a long way to walk even for a paddle.)

In the old days there was plenty to do when the weather wasn’t so good. Dreamland amusement park, for instance – now just a derelict site. A cinema on the promenade, now closed. Many shops have now closed in the High Street and on the front. The promenade was always very lively with many prize bingo places where my grandmother won loads of useful presents. These have disappeared from nearly all seaside resorts because the prizes got so awful. Instead of a dinner service for one win you got a tin of baked beans, and needed about 20 wins to get anything worth having.

The Sun Deck, a unique Margate feature, like a small pier on the beach, has long gone with its cafes, ice cream vendors, etc. The salt-water swimming pool was dry and is now used for boating, but it was essential for swimmers in Margate when the tide is out, and even when it’s in you have to wade out a long long way before it’s deep enough to swim. In the 1950s/1960s everyone used the salt-water swimming pool, Otto putting up wooden signs indicating the depth when the tide went out.

The pier is long gone, its entrance replaced by a glass monstrosity which ruins the whole outlook fron the jetty up the hill towards Cliftonville.

Margate is not the only resort to suffer like this, but an additional disadvantage is that the so-called off-peak cheap day return costs a massive £32 even if bought in advance, so £64 for a couple to spend a day there. By contast a period return to Lowestoft this coming weekend cost me just £20 and a period return to Portsmouth Harbour in August cost just £11.25, both about the same distance as Margate or even further.

Southend-on-Sea also suffers from the loss of the Kursaal amusement park, but it does have another little fun fair and its famous pier.

Brighton remains lively despite the loss of one pier. The other pier is free to go on, and has lots of attractions and cafes. Hastings pier is currently closed, but it also has a little amusement park, the attractive old town, shops, a cinema, shopping mall and the beautiful scenic views from Castle Hill and West Hill (from where you can walk over the Downs to Fairlight Glen and beyond). Lifts going up to both these hills.

Of course the most successful British seaside resort must be Blackpool which retains its trams, its Tower with its famous ballroom and other attractions, the Winter Gardens complex and the Pleasure Beach, an enormous amusement park. Plus the illuminations in season.

Margate’s illuminations have long gone, as has the Punch and Judy on the beach. And I didn’t notice the kiddies’ roundabouts on the beach either. Brighton has many attractions on the beach and lower promenade for both adults and children.

Dreamland was a huge loss for Margate, with its many rides, stalls, the Magic Garden and its once famous firework display every Thursday in the Summer. Plus cafes and beer halls – all gone forever it seems.

If seaside resorts want to start attracting visitors they have to provide entertainment when the weather isn’t so good. Not just machines in which to lose your money, but fun ones like the old laughing sailor at Margate, and the much newer automatic bowling lanes which many seaside resorts and piers have.

Margate has great potential, such as its great sandy beaches and shallow water for children to bathe  in safely, but it needs to get its act together. The rail company must be confronted for a start to slash its ridiculously high fares and bring them into line with other resorts. Dreamland should be rebuilt, and the cinema and ballroom reopened near the entrance. Would be nice if at least the Sun Deck could be rebuilt, and the salt-water swimming pool restored.

Most of the buildings I remembered as a child were still intact, including the old boarding house overlooking the beach where we used to stay (now a private residence). They need to be used to provide more entertainment than just endless cups of coffee and tea, without perhaps going so far as ‘kiss me quick’ hats and endless Gipsy Rose Lees to tell you your fortune.

The Winter Gardens looked pretty run down too, but used to be a hive of activity even in the daytime. Bands playing, puppet shows, but now it just seems deserted in the day like much of the resort.

So my next seaside trip will be to somewhere much cheaper to get to and with more things to do and see when you get there, even in the bad weather.



Gay Pride – love and ‘marriage’


This is how it is advertised this year on the Tube and elsewhere, the London Gay Pride parade which takes place a week earlier than usual. It usually falls on the first weekend in July, when I’m away at the Wildest Cats rock’n'roll Weekender.

Does the fact that I won’t be out of London this weekend mean I’ll be joining in the Pride celebrations? I don’t think so. The ‘love and marriage’ bit would put me off for a start. Do I really want to feel totally isolated and surrounded by loving couples kissing and cuddling and celebrating the fact they can have civil partnerships, and soon gay marriage, when I am unrecognized as a gay widower? I think not!

Will there be a section for gay widowers, or for AIDs widowers, meaning all those who have lost their partners whether or not they ever had the opportunity to have a civil partnership? I doubt it. It would, no doubt, spoil the jolly atmosphere for all the happy couples, too much of a downer.

Quite apart from all that, even over 22 years ago when my life-partner was alive on Earth we stopped going on gay marches and parades because of the exhibitionists and others shouting out obscenities, or dressed/undressed in a provocative manner, such as showing off their bare behinds. I don’t want to be associated with this sort of public behavior.

As to the parties and festivals, they hold no interest for me whatsoever, nor to many other gays I know who are not into the current gay fashions in music, clothes, hairstyles, etc. In fact I have nothing in common with most gay men on the scene except my sexuality.

The gay stereotypes (camp  types, the bear look, the shaved heads, trendy clothes, etc.) are a complete turn-off for me, which is probably why I am more attracted to straight guys. In any case I am past clubbing and the gay scene. I decided earlier this year that, approaching my 70s, it was time I stopped doing the scene, which anyway was changing rapidly, and which I was finding less and less interesting. I was going out very irregularly, and I thought do I really want to be cruising gay clubs and saunas in my 70s and 80s? No! Time to grow old gracefully, so no I don’t want to meet other singles on Pride or at any of the Pride events. I’ve been a widower for nearly 22 years now and value my own space, and really can’t be doing with one night stands or 10 minute fumbles in a sauna or a backroom. I’ve been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

I can’t even see the point in these parades any more. They started as marches for gay rights by the Campaign for Homosexual Equality (CHE), but now we’ve achieved that they just seem to be an exhibitionist and hedonist festival, and the emphasis on ‘love and marriage’ this year OK celebrates achieving that equality, but does little to comfort those gays who feel isolated for various reasons. Some have broken relationships, have suffered bereavement, or perhaps have never had a relationship. It is not so easy even in this day and age, especially if you live in a rural area or a small town.

I spent much of my teenage years living in Welwyn Garden City where one (straight) pub was allocated for about every 5,000 inhabitants, so definitely no gay scene, in fact nothing for young people at all except, in those days, the Wimpy bar next to the station where purple hearts were apparently traded with dealers from London (they were manufactured in a local factory).

I am sure there are still many villages and small towns where, as Gavin says in ‘Little Britain’, the isolated gay feels they are ‘the only one in the village’. Maybe Pride is the one day a year they can come to London and feel in the majority, but it is not for me.

I’ll spend the day as carer for my aged mother as usual, and although a group of Roots Music fans are meeting up in the Soho area tomorrow night for drinks and a meal, I’m steering well clear of the West End and certainly Old Compton Street and Soho and the trendy gay crowd with whom I have very little in common. Good luck with your love and marriage, I exchanged rings with my life-partner, but we were not allowed to marry or have a civil partnership, and now I just feel left out of the whole scene and the celebrations anyway.

Father’s Day



Father’s Day is not something I’ve ever thought about or celebrated. My father was a virtual stranger to me, a foreigner who I hardly remember being part of our family. We lived together till I was 6, when my parents separated and later divorced. However even in those first 6 years my father was hardly ever around. He slept till midday or so and was out half the night.

I and my brother never learnt his language, Greek, because he was seldom around to teach us. One day he asked why his boys didn’t speak Greek, and my mother said he should be at home more to teach us. My father replied that it was the woman’s job to teach children the language. This was ridiculous as my mother is English and didn’t speak Greek herself! However that’s chauvinistic Greek-Cypriot logic for you. I have 1,001 tales like that about my father. ‘In Cyprus we have a saying: women and dogs stay in the house!’ (This was when my mother asked why they seldom went out together.) He was questioned by my mother as to why he slept around, didn’t he love her anymore?  His reply was: ‘Yes, I also love baked beans, but I don’t want them every night!’ More Greek-Cypriot male logic.

We never celebrated his birthday either, nor he ours. My brother and I in later years did get a Christmas check (cheque) from him every year. Once as children we tried to give him a present for either Christmas or his birthday, and he gave it straight back to us. A very difficult man to understand. We had diametrically opposite views on almost everything, so until the day he died (when I was 53) every time we met he’d give me a lecture on everything I’d done wrong in my life, and my brother got similar lectures. We should have our own businesses, we should speak Greek, we should have married, preferably to a Greek or Greek-Cypriot woman, and had children. I am gay, and my brother’s married to a Yorkshire women and they never had any children, didn’t want them. He tried to arrange a marriage to a girl cousin once. She sat next to me and said my father thought she would make a good wife and give me lots of Greek babies – I was having nothing to do with it naturally. Sounded to me like Hell on Earth, a woman and a load of screaming brats! So we were both failures in my father’s eyes, failures who knew little about Greek-Cypriot culture and didn’t even speak his language.

He was living in England for decades, since before the Second World War (he came here to escape an arranged marriage, his brother had to marry the woman because she had a large dowry) and only went back to Cyprus to live some 40 or 50 years later, I can’t remember now exactly when. In all those decades, like many of my Greek-Cypriot cousins, he never learnt to speak English properly, always with a heavy Greek-Cypriot accent in broken English.  On the occasions we met up he invariably took us to Greek friends/relations and they talked in Greek all the time, my brother and I sat there bored stiff and not understanding a word. People would say to him: ‘we should speak English so your boys understand and can join in the conversation’ and my father would reply it was our fault for not learning Greek. We did try once, when we were in our teens, but I found it a ridiculous language with a crazy alphabet, not used or spoken widely in any country but Greece and part of Cyprus. I got on with French and German better, and at least they use our alphabet and are spoken in more than one and a half countries.

However in 1977 my father took me to Cyprus for the first time, and I got to know him a little better, and met my paternal grandmother for the first and only time. An emotional meeting, she died a few months later, but due to the language barrier we couldn’t communicate, only by sign language. (My brother was taken to Cyprus in 1966 and also met our paternal grandfather, who’d died by the time I got there. I couldn’t go with them in 1966 as I was on my first trip abroad, by train, from London to the Soviet Union. My father disapproved of this, not revealing he had traveled to the USSR on probably more than one occasion.)

In my later years I realize, although we had quite different lifestyles and diametrically opposed political and other views, we are very similar in many ways. My father was very opinionated, and I too hold firmly to my opinions which many people find quite extreme. When I went to Cyprus I discovered, although he was never very helpful financially to my mother when she was bringing up my brother and myself, he was extremely generous to people in his village in Cyprus. So generous, in fact, that they erected a monument to him in the form of his name in metal letters on a wall before he even passed to Spirit. When he died his funeral was on the local Paphos news, he was such an important man in the area. A benefactor of Paphos and the surrounding area, including his home village.

I also realize in retrospect, that having escaped an arranged marriage in Cyprus, he later felt trapped into the marriage with my mother. Witnessed by the fact, recently disclosed by my mother, that on their wedding day he failed to turn up at the Register Office, and had to be physically dragged there by my two uncles (who were policemen) from my father’s place of work. He’d just gone into work, not intending to turn up at the Register Office at all. My mother should have been warned when he bought her a cheap wedding ring (more like a curtain ring) and then bought himself an expensive watch in the same jewelry store.

My father remains something of an enigma. He seemed to have extreme rightwing views politically, whereas I was always on the extreme Left of politics. However after he died and I got his photo albums, I discovered he had been to Moscow in what was then the USSR. He may have paid more than one visit, as the photos were in color so of a later period, but he also had the Soviet Calendar from 1947 to celebrate 30 years of Soviet power. This is a large book with color portraits of Joseph Stalin, and I can’t imagine how or why my father got hold of such a book praising Stalinism.

Was my father a secret agent of some sort? I strongly suspect he knew much more than he admitted about certain things, including the British military bases in Cyprus and the Greek invasion of Cyprus in July 1974 (yes you read that right, the Greek invasion, which preceded the Turkish liberation!  See, I told you our political views were diametrically opposed. Apparently.)

The fascist military junta in Athens organized a coup against the Greek-Cypriot government in July 1974, and the Presidential Palace in Nicosia was bombed. The fascist Nicos Sampson was put in power with the objective of annexing the whole of Cyprus to fascist Greece, presumably ethnically cleansing the poor Turkish-Cypriots. However the plan failed when Archbishop Makarios, the President of Cyprus, escaped and turned up in New York to tell the UN General Assembly that Greece had invaded Cyprus (a speech now conveniently forgotten by all but the Turkish and Turkish-Cypriot  authorities.)  Britain with two huge military bases in Cyprus and thousands of soldiers, supposedly there to guarantee Cypriot independence, refused to restore the legitimate Cypriot government. Turkey was left with no option but to intervene to provide a safe haven for the Turkish-Cypriots in the Northern part of the island. It has been blamed by the world ever since for ‘invading Cyprus’, but clearly, in view of the British complicity in doing nothing to defeat the Sampson coup, this was a NATO plot to get rid of Makarios, which failed when he survived. However he very conveniently died 3 years later in 1977. Make of that what you will.

What I do know for certain is that my father, who had a picture of rightwing EOKA-B terrorist George Grivas on one side of his mantelpiece in Hampstead and a picture of Archbishop Makarios on the other side, was in Cyprus at the time of the Sampson coup engineered by fascist Greece. He came back to England and removed the picture of Makarios from his mantelpiece, saying the Archbishop was a ‘Communist’.  I wouldn’t be surprised if my father knew a lot more about the coup and the reason for it. Maybe a NATO conspiracy because they feared Makarios was going to give the Soviet Union’s ships access to the Mediterranean via Cypriot ports, maybe even a base in Cyprus.

My father also seemed to know a lot about the British bases. We were driving thru one of them one day (these two bases are more like British zones of occupation. Public roads run thru them, but any Greek-Cypriots arrested for any offense in these areas are tried by British courts under British law.)  There was a big artificial hill inside one of the military compounds, and my father said something about nuclear weapons being stored there. I said I didn’t think there were any nuclear weapons in Cyprus, and he remarked that there were a lot of things I didn’t know (which he presumably did.)

I do, however, now see many similarities between myself and my father. Not just a facial resemblance, but in many other ways too. He was not all bad, witnessed by how he helped people in his village. He always said it was important to make money in order to help people.

He was an avowed atheist, yet donated money to the Greek-Cypriot Orthodox Church, giving money for a Church youth club in his home village. In London he was on the church committee in Camden Town. When we visited a church in Cyprus connected to a monastery, he kissed all the icons and made the sign of the Cross, criticizing me for not doing the same, saying my brother and I were like heathens treating the church just like tourists. In private, however, he’d point to all the land the Church owned in Cyprus, remarking some of it should be given to him to compensate for land lost in the North. He then ranted about religion being ‘fairytales for women and children’ promising immortality, saying when you’re dead you’re dead. Obviously, the Church being so powerful in Cyprus, paying lip-service to it was as necessary as paying lip-service to the ruling Marxist-Leninist Party in the former Socialist countries. You didn’t have to believe in it, but you had to appear to do so.

My being gay was another thing which greatly upset my father. Cyprus is an extremely homophobic country, and gays are simply not accepted, despite their membership of the European Union. My father said a neighbor in his village was that way inclined, so they arranged a marriage to a woman for him and forced him to go thru with it. A Greek-Cypriot cousin of mine who is also gay now lives with his partner in Italy, apparently because the Greek-Cypriot community in England and Cyprus would not accept such a relationship. My father told me never to bring my own life-partner to Cyprus, which made it obvious he had told everyone in his village of the nature or our relationship. However, in his defense, when my brother’s wife-to-be, who also appears to be homophobic, said my life-partner was not welcome at their wedding, my father got on the phone to my brother and told him I could bring whoever I liked to their wedding. Double standards from my father yet again, but there you go. The fact that my brother and I never went into business, as my father hoped, was largely down to my father. He never made any attempt to bring us into his restaurant in Swiss Cottage when we left college or university, or into any of his subsequent businesses (except one time when he had a belt factory and wanted me to fiddle the accounts to fool the taxman, and I refused!) Cousins, however, were brought into the restaraunt as waiters, etc.

One last story which illustrates that my father was wrong about there being no afterlife, and that he is learning certain lessons a little later than I did. He once visited my mother’s flat in Camden Town in the very late 1960s/early 1970s and she took him up to see my bedroom (I was out) because she was so worried about me. The room was a shrine to Communism, with Soviet and Maoist posters on the walls, an atheistic altar to Communism draped in the Soviet red hammer and sickle flag with the Collected Works of V. I. Lenin in place of The Bible and a statuette of Lenin in place of the Cross, and Maoist tapestries of V. I. Lenin and J. V. Stalin on the bedroom door. My mother said my father went beserk, raving about going to his son’s room and seeing murderers on the walls. When my mother told me about this rant, I calmly replied it was a bit rich coming from him, as he had a portrait of the murdering rightwing terrorist George Grivas on his mantelpiece.

I eventually left the British Communist Party and the pictures of Lenin and Stalin were taken down. However the picture of Grivas remained on my father’s mantelpiece, and when he went to live in Cyprus, the wretched picture went with him and had pride of place in a frame on the wall of his lounge. After his funeral in 1998 we were sitting in this lounge for just about an hour, and that picture fell from its frame. I then knew that, on the Other Side, my father was clearly demonstrating that he had now at last taken down his picture of a murderer.

One other thing, my father was a joker. Never knew when to take him seriously. Not too long before he died, I was visiting Cyprus with two friends. We were invited to a meal at my father’s house. His common-law wife was of course not allowed to sit at the table with the men, but had to behave like the servant women were expected to be in that country. While she was rushing in and out serving the men, a friend of my father’s remarked that my dad was now an old man. My father agreed that he was, and that he would die soon. Then he said something which shocked/perplexed my two English friends. He pointed to a rifle hanging on the wall, which he used to go hunting with, and said to his friend: ‘But before I die I take that gun and go up to the village and shoot all my enemies there, then I take it to England and shoot all my enemies there’. Clearly he meant his sister and relations in the village (they were not on speaking terms when he died), and probably me, my brother and my mother (among others possibly) in London. This was evidently a joke, a form of black humor. Glad to say the threat was never carried out, obviously.

Well, we never celebrated Father’s Day when he was alive on Earth, but I hope he has a good one. We should regret nothing we do while here on Earth as it is all experience. We are here to learn from our mistakes and from other people we relate to in order to progress Spiritually. I know I have learnt a lot from my mistakes and from other people, and the Grivas picture falling from its frame at such a crucial time shows me my father too has learnt lessons and moved on.


Moving Too Traumatic


Heaven knows I’ve moved home enough times in the past. In fact I worked out that both I and my mother have moved so many times about 5 years is the average we’ve ever lived in one place, even though I’ve been in my present flat for 29 years and my mother in hers for 12 years. This is the 13th home I’ve lived in, and I’m now 68.

I have recently been toying with the idea of looking at ground floor, one-bedroom flats with a garden on my estate, and went so far as to email the local council about looking at a one-bedroom flat to see the possibilities. They over-reacted and sent an application form for moving, which I have filed away and have no intention whatsoever of filling out and sending off in the foreseeable future at least.

The more I think about it the more traumatic it would be to move. First off, because I was in a gay partnership before such things were officially recognized, long before civil partnerships or gay marriage, we were allocated a two-bedroom council flat in a tower block in 1978 under the then Labour council’s policy of moving childless couples into such places and families with children out. We were automatically awarded a two-bedroom flat being two adults of the same sex who required a bedroom each. We in fact never used the second bedroom as such except for visitors. When the block was decamped and sold off as luxury flats, we were moved to my present first-floor flat (we were on the 18th floor before), and again were allocated two bedrooms, gay couples still not being officially recognized.

Now, of course, that my partner has passed on the council considers I am over-occupying. We were always over-occupying because of the council’s policy as we always had a spare bedroom, nothing has changed.

Of course over the past 29 years since we moved into this present flat, and in the 6 years before in the previous two-bedroom council flat, we, and now I, have expanded to fill the available space. To move into a smaller flat would involve getting rid of a lot of furniture and possessions, which is why I asked to view a one-bedroom flat to assess the size of the rooms, hallway, etc.

In addition to the problems of a much smaller flat. I have maintained for the last 22 years the wonderful collages my life-partner created in two rooms and one of the store-cupboards. It would break my heart to dismantle them, and also this last home we made together has many emotional and nostalgic memories, so if I moved I might always regret it.

I have the flat much as I want it now. Apart from his collages, I have a memorial banner or quilt for my life-partner displayed in the long hallway, along with some pictures, etc. My bedroom I have also decorated with collages of my own. All the rooms have been decorated to my taste.

In addition to all this, the very thought of packing up and moving, involving getting rid of loads of stuff, is just too mind-boggling. At my age I just can’t face it. My suite probably wouldn’t fit, nor my computer desk, or my sizeable vinyl record collection.

So I’ve decided to stay put as long as I can. I recognize that if I eventually become unable to negotiate the stairs up to my flat I might have to reconsider, but at the moment and for the foreseeable future I will stay here. I admit the garden was the main attraction of moving. I have an allotment plot but it is too big, too far away and too unmanagable for me. I will probably give it up this Autumn when the rent for the next year becomes due.

A Community Garden project was started in the area behind my block of flats, and although this seems to have run out of steam, I’m sure I could plant a few flowers, etc. there, which would be quite enough for me and I could tend to it every day, whereas the allotment I can’t get to more than once a week, if that.

Moving itself is traumatic at any time, but at my age and involving a drastic downsizing and getting rid of loads of stuff just is far too daunting.

Passing Over in 2013


So far this has, for myself and friends/relatives, been a year of many people transiting to Spirit. For myself, I attended three funerals in as many weeks earlier this year – that of two uncles and a friend on the Roots Music scene, Tony Wilkinson. Also a close friend’s mother passed to Spirit just a few weeks ago.

Of course all these people who passed to Spirit were of an age where this happens more often. Tony was the youngest of the four mentioned above, being only 69. The others were in their 80s or older.

However I have, like many others, had to get used to people departing suddenly from this world at all stages of my life. Apart from two friends who as a child I called ‘aunties’ who passed when I was very young, a girl in my class and my best friend both passed to Spirit in their early teens. My grandparents transited, and now all my uncles and aunts save a couple in a Care Home in Cyprus on my father’s side of the family, which I hardly keep in touch with, the language barrier being part of the problem. My life-partner transited in his 40s nearly 22 years ago.

Several of these people have communicated with me in various ways. Quite recently an aunt, sister of my mother, came thru a medium with some advice for me.

I was reminded by a friend yesterday, as though I needed reminding, that as she will be 99 in September the time when my own mother passes to Spirit cannot be that far off. On the other hand, I myself am 68 and men do tend to transit at an earlier age than women, so although I seem to be fairly healthy, one never knows what is round the corner.

What is certain, at my stage of life, is that there are far more close friends and relatives on the Other Side than here on Earth now. When my mother transits I will be on my own here apart from a brother I rarely see, distant relatives I also rarely see and a few friends.

Is it any wonder, as we reach an advanced age, those who know there is indeed an afterlife start looking forward to reunions when they transit. I will meet my life-partner and others, just as my two uncles would have met their wives who transited years ago.

One hopes a few friends and relatives will stick around till the end of 2013 – we’d like a few to attend my mother’s 100th birthday party in September 2014 if she, and I, make it ourselves.

Maggie and Winnie



The two British Prime Ministers who were given big funerals are Winston Churchill and Margaret Thatcher. A full State funeral for Winnie, and a big ceremonial funeral (one step down from a State funeral at her own wish) for Maggie. Ironically, these are two of the most controversial Prime Ministers of the 20th Century.

Winston Churchill once suggested machine gunning striking miners during the General Strike, he was in favor of letting Mahatma Gandhi die when he went on hunger strike for Indian independence, Churchill praised Mussolini’s fascism and even went so far as to call the Italian dictator a ‘Roman genius’, and he was the wartime Prime Minister who authorized the terror bombing of Axis cities killing many totally innocent civilians. In other words, he was a war criminal.

In the closing stages of the Second World War, which Britain got involved in after the Nazi invasion of Poland, Churchill sat with Stalin and the American President and between them they carved up Europe, handing Poland, Czechoslovakia and a number of other Central and Eastern countries over to the Soviet sphere of influence, thus betraying the Poles by allowing them to exchange the foreign dictator Hitler for the foreign dictator Stalin. He also agreed boundary changes for Poland which was regarded as a betrayal. By contrast countries like Finland and later Austria (the latter being Hitler’s birthplace and annexed by Germany) were granted neutrality. No such attempt was made to guarantee neutrality for countries like Poland and Czechoslovakia.

Thatcher has similar credentials. Devastating mining communities by closing the pits, taking on the striking miners and greatly weakening the trade union movement, selling off social housing, introducing the controversial Community Charge (Poll Tax), ordering the sinking of the Argentinean ship the ‘Belgrano’ with great loss of life as it was sailing away from the ‘exclusion zone’ during the Falklands/Malvinas war (Tam Dalyell, the former Scottish MP, called her a ‘murderess’ for this war crime), calling Nelson Mandela a terrorist while praising the fascist dictator General Pinochet as the savior of ‘democracy’ in Chile, and as Ken Livingstone has remarked, basically causing all the problems we face in Britain today including the banking crisis, the horrors and chaos of privatization of our utilities and transport systems, and the acute housing shortage, especially in social housing.

Two extreme rightwing politicians who at one stage praised fascist dictators, who were responsible for war crimes, who attacked the poor and and those striking for their livelihoods, and who were hypocritical about their stance on Communism.

Both claiming to be anti-Communist, Winston Churchill crying crocodile tears over the ‘Iron Curtain’ which had descended over many Central and Eastern European capitals – a thing he agreed to at the end-of-the-war conferences between the Allies. Maggie Thatcher opposing the reunification of Germany after the Wall was torn down and preferring East Germany to remain in the Soviet sphere of influence.

Like all of us, these two politicians will learn the effect of their actions and policies in the afterlife and hopefully eventually learn from them.

However, why huge, expensive funerals for such controversial Prime Ministers? Many other former PMs have had private or much less elaborate funerals. Maggie’s huge, expensive affair will surely incite counter-demonstrations.

The fact is all political figures are controversial to some extent, and this includes the Queen and royal family. So any expensive State or ceremonial funerals around such figures will be controversial. No doubt this is unavoidable in some cases, such as when the Head of State dies. But to single out two of the most controversial Prime Ministers for very expensive, elaborate funerals seems, to me, quite unnecessary and a backlash is to be expected.

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