New Horizon

medical robotA momentous day. The United Kingdom asks (with cap in hand) that it can leave school. Fees have been paid for years, but the administrators are suggesting that we still owe them money. All very strange.

We need a political system that does not allow a small cartel of privileged folk to take control. How did Teresa May become Prime Minister? It’s unlikely that she was chosen for her inspired thinking. She has a long history of sitting on the fence. She’s been a right place, right time person. Don’t rock the boat, keep your head down until the way ahead looks clear. In the meantime she’s bought herself another pair of shoes, or allowed a fashion designer to use her slim body as a clothes peg.

Our politicians and media can’t see much beyond the end of their noses. Lives are spent in panic. What will happen next. Disaster, disaster, don’t take considered action – just react.

One huge question that’s not been mentioned lately is the continuing use of automation. Robots are much better at practically everything. It’s true that care must be taken in programming but if each action is considered carefully most jobs can be performed much better by robots.

That’s not just those nodding donkeys found in car factories. They do very well, working continuously, never going on strike and Moores Law ensures that get cheaper every year. Lawyers and doctors, and other professionals, are also at risk. The electronic mind is always aware of the latest discovery. Who needs a lawyer that cannot access all the case law, instantly and then find suitable answers? The same goes for doctors. At present GPs sit at a desk, computer before them, with five minutes to give to each patient, and an blank pad of prescriptions. A virtual examination – with all tests performed by machines – will be far more accurate, and possibly less influenced by the drug company sales team promising treatments and bonus holidays for frequent use.

We need to start planning for a world without work. Our economic system is seriously flawed, relying upon cheap labour and consumers. Let the machines do the work.

We can spend our time on more creative tasks. My current favourites are an artist Lois Cordelia,, Music in Felixstowe run by Hattie Bennet and craft experts like Stuart Gillett of New Cover Upholstery an inspired man.

The money is about. What we need now is a peaceful revolution to tear it away from the non-creators who rely upon copyright, and other devices.

Fragile Life

Sidney George Forsdike, aged 90It’s been a week! (working from Friday)

My old friend George fell over dislocating his pelvis. George is 90, so was sent off to hospital where he received the best NHS treatment. Our health service is such a blessing, even though our present government is trying to destroy it so that private companies can make profits.

He soon lost consciousness and various bodily functions started to break down. Despite the best efforts of the medical team his body decided to leave this earth yesterday. A welcome relief. He’d had a good life. For all of us there’s a time to go.

George ran a flower nursery for over 50 years, with his wife Clare. Retiring they moved to Felixstowe, to a lovely apartment overlooking the sea. Only months later Clare died, leaving George on his own for the better part of twenty years.

He was a quiet, self-contained ole Suffolk boyo. Yet he took a lively interest in current affairs (was one of the few who read my blog) and was ‘computer literate’.

We created his biography ‘Cats and Chrysanthemums’  and later Ann Kearney recorded an audiobook version ISBN 978-1898030850 both available.

Good luck George. Nice knowing you.



Scottish Independence

InequalityIt’s been over 300 hundred years since we joined together and accepted a Scottish King – even though the country went through tough times, and we ended up with a Hanoverian but this is not the time to split.

How about a compromise? There’s always been inequality” The Anglo-Saxons chased the Celts out of England, so they went to Ireland, Scotland and Wales. Plundering Vikings disrupted all our worlds then we were harried by the French, the Dutch and twice by the Germans – an upstart remnant of the Prussian-Hungarian Empire.

Throughout royal families maintained control. Now we are threatened by strange folk from overseas. Despite my attempts at reconciliation the USA will not rejoin the Commonwealth, where they will enjoy companionship and fellowship and not have to keep telling the rest of us how wonderful they are. The threat of multinational companies and the Australian media-maniac remain ever-present. Our nation state is in peril, and the Vicar’s Daughter is no match for these despicable felons.

It’s time for compromise. England is big when compared to Ireland,Scotland and Wales. It has about 55 million souls with the little folk only having about 5 million each.

My plan is to break-up England. To create a new form of federal state. Years ago the Vikings invaded and took over East Anglia, and Northumbria, which then included Yorkshire, becoming Daneland These units had some substance. They could now be the building blocks of a new sovereign state made up of several independent units of approximately equal size.  Wessex stood up  well to the Vikings, so they must be the first to join. East Anglia and Mercia come next, with London also standing alone, it’s now big enough. The northern wastelands (forgive my Anglian bias) could also create independent units. Northumbria (added to Cumbria)n could create a solid defence with Scotland. Yorkshire once had it’s own region, so it could again, and the Manchester area could also be independent.

These new regions could meet occasionally to settle national budgets, perhaps for defence – by which I mean defence and not attack. Jaw-jaw not war-war to be the new strategy. Costa Rica abandoned its army in 1929, and is now recognised as one the happiest places in the world, alone with Denmark. We need to earn lessons, and stop believing we, and the USA, know best.

The size of each new region will be decided upon demographic and economic criteria with each citizen  becoming shareholders in their region, and sharing in the political and economic decisions that need to be made, and the profits.

We have given to much power to a few, often incompetent, folk.

Despite the attacks upon the democratic process the referendum system is very good at revealing what the people feel. Our problem is we need more practice, and we must modify our representative government so that the citizen feels more involved.

At present we allow external powers to unduly influence our decisions makers – whoever they may be.

Let’s start a quiet revolution.



Lutz self-driver podI listened to the Chancellor’s Budget speech yesterday, and the lame excuses that soon appeared to justify his lies. The awful reality is that they seem to believe themselves. Perhaps worse is that the media don’t switch on the light in a darkened room with these liars tied to chair when they ask questions. Their arrogance is frightening. What sort of world are we creating?
Moan over, let’s move on to something constructive.
We don’t have a car industry. It became a guide to British industry. If it works we sell it. (not sure that our car industry ever did work, but the idea suffices) We now have foreign-owned firms using our capable and compliant work-force building good (cars) many of which are exported.
Woe are us. We are merely wage slaves. The Chancellor hasn’t got any money. Why? Because they allowed inward investment.
There are other ways to live.
We could assume that none of us need to work. We have the money. Well we would have the money of if we screwed more cash out of these foreign company owners.
Our function is to be consumers. We buy stuff and that helps the world go round. In addition we can use our spare time to design and innovate. Eliminate poverty and people become more useful. They come up with ideas. That’s what triggers progress.
We don’t own a car industry. That’s accepted. Shall we encourage large car manufacturers to come here, to exploit our workers? Should our government be offering incentives to employ our workforce?
I think not. There is a visionary alternative. Who needs cars anyway? At least the speed-obsessed pollutants we now call cars. Let’s look forward instead. We now need to get from place to place. How do we do that?
The electric wheelchair is the answer. Now called a self-drive pod. We should invest in battery technology – they need to be much smaller, or different (I’m not her to design the machines of the future but to suggest ways that will work).
Imagine we all have a personal machine (PM). It is a movable marvel that comes with many extras (imagine a trailer loaded with juvenile detritus). It can get about on its own, perhaps 10-15 miles at 10mph max. It’s the only vehicle allowed in towns and cities.
It can link to another PM, and with others join together to a power source, that can travel faster, go further. Computer-controlled it is the building block that can create coaches, trains, even aircraft so we can get from place to place.
The joy for the UK, often the world innovator, is that we will have a head start. The rest of Europe can argue about making infernal combustion engines. We will have flexibility.
As we no longer work (in the presently-accepted sense) kids can be sent to school in their locked pods, goods sent across the world, whilst we decide to have a picnic somewhere.
Break away – join me in utopia.


teach social securityTime for a tidy. The place, indeed my life, needs sorting. Not that I jumped out of bed with that in mind. It takes time for such thoughts to embed themselves in my mind. It is, after all, quite an undertaking.
I’ve already made some advances. I tipped out the rubbish from the waste paper basket, and filled a big plastic bag with other detritus I found lying around – mostly on the floor around the WPB.
It was then time to check my computer.
Received a letter from the Pension Service yesterday In itself That tends to make me angry. I’ll not bore you with the details except to tell you, they told me some months ago, that for the last ten years they had paid me too much pension. Immediately they demanded repayment. Having received about three letters a week for several years I had merely glanced at this letter. Bad mistake. By the time I did read it the 14 day appeal period had passed. I had no right of further appeal.
I know it was their fault, I never set my pension, they told me what I would receive, but they are now very crafty. You can’t email or text these people. They only have a telephone as a point of contact. Using it you will be answered immediately, and start paying for the call. You will not be answered but will hang on, being told how busy they are, for about five minutes. It’s deliberate. It’s a way of making money.
Eventually a Northern or perhaps a Scottish voice will answer. Their accents are supposedly easy to understand. I disagree. I’m a weak Easterner.
Anyway I tell my tales to the young kid. They have given me too much money over the previous ten years. Now they will take 30% of my pension, every week, until the overpayment has been repaid. Another scam – if they had been a pension company they could only recover for the past six years, and will probably be amenable to a longer repayment period.
Not the Pension Service. As I protest the Northern whippersnapper tells me that’s it, there’s nothing more can be done. Besides he says, ‘You have other savings’.
I implode. Young folk have been indoctrinated. They believe we are given pensions for nothing, and anyway recent government leaks state that pensioners get more than ‘decent hard-working families’.
So, I check their recent letter. This time I see their computer will take over £4 a week more than the 30% to which they are entitled. A dilemma. Do I tell them, knowing it will just extend the repayment period or shall I make a fuss? You tell me?
I take comfort that I have some sleeping pills and a bottle of scotch at the ready. My hope now is that I remain compus enough to slide both pills and booze down my throat when the time comes.
This government no longer give me any support. It no longer looks after my interests. No longer recognises the lifelong contribution I have made in public service, with voluntary work, with a myriad variety of taxes, with just being a decent Englishman.
I’m no longer proud to be British.