Monday, 5 May 2025

Back in the Days

Back in the days of tanners and bobs, 
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs. 
When football team families wore hand me down shoes, 
And The T.V had only two channels to choose
Back in the days of three penny bits,
when schools employed nurses to search for your nits. When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted
and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted.
Back in the days of hot ginger beers,
when children remained so for more than six years.
When children respected what older folks said,
and pot was a thing you kept under your bed.
Back in the days of Listen with Mother,
when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.
When cars were so rare you could play in the street.
When Doctors made house calls and Police walked the beat.
Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,
when butter was butter and songs all had tunes.
It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea,
and your annual break was a day by the sea.
Back in the days of Dixon's Dock Green,
Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.
When children could freely wear National Health glasses,
and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes.
Back in the days of rocking and reeling,
when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling. When woodwork and pottery was taught in schools,
and everyone dreamed of a win on the pools.
Back in the days when I was a lad,
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.
Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob.
Back in the days of tanners and bobs.

Monday, 21 April 2025

A personal reflection on Pope Francis (Written 2nd March 2025)

 As I write this Pope Francis is seriously ill in hospital and the Catholic world is praying for him. During the past hundred years or so the proportion of Catholics has remained fairly steady at about 16% of the world’s population which has trebled in number. However, the centre of balance of the Church has dramatically changed. In 1910, Europe was home to about two-thirds of all Catholics, and nearly nine-in-ten lived either in Europe (65%) or Latin America (24%). By contrast in 2010, only about a quarter of all Catholics (24%) were in Europe. The largest share (39%) was in Latin America and the Caribbean. (Figures from Pew Research)

 

This change was reflected by the installation of Pope Francis, the first non-European pope for over a thousand years with his different. As the first Jesuit pope he has a charism of being grounded in love for Christ, a focus on discernment and animated by the spiritual vision of St. Ignatius of Loyola, to help others and seek God in all things. It is unsurprising that his modus operandi has come as shock to many in the west. 

 

His first encyclical  published in the year 2013 the Apostolic Exhortation “Evangelii Gaudium”, is the true ‘guiding manifesto’ of his Pontificate, in which he called for a new evangelization characterized by joy, as well as the reform of ecclesial structures and the conversion of the papacy, so that they may be more missionary and closer to the purpose intended by Jesus. For this reason, also in 2013, the Pope established a “Council of Cardinals” whose task is to study a project to revise the Apostolic Constitution “Pastor bonus” on the Roman Curia, dating back to 1988.

 

Since this beginning he has published other encyclicals dealing with the family, Amoris Laetitia,” and the duty of care that we owe to the world, Laudato si’ on Care of our Common Home.”

 

Like all of us Pope Francis is not without fault, but nobody can doubt his determination and zeal to carry on with the work and mission of his predecessors who have sat in the Chair of Peter to evangelise the world. His determination to carry on with his work can be seen by the start of his “Synod on Synodality” that is still evolving and transforming how the Church functions.

 

What has Pope Francis achieved? To start, the pontiff has achieved a great deal by living simply, speaking his mind, promoting frugality, and working for peace and justice. Pope Francis makes the news regularly with his reforms and proclamations. He has simplified annulment rules, threatened to shut down the Vatican Bank if it didn't embrace transparency and reform, and moved toward liberalizing the Vatican's stances on the environment, and the economy. He has also placed women in high positions within some of the Vatican departments. In the process, he's angered conservative and traditionalist Catholics around the world, who feel he's going too far, too fast. 

 

Personally, I think that Pope Francis is what the Church needs in this day of age. Sadly, I fear that his days are numbered. I hope and pray that the changes he has instituted are allowed to fully develop by his successor which I suspect will be before the year end.

Barry Mellish 2nd March 2025

Thursday, 3 April 2025

Who is responsible for the single old folk?

 I have a situation with an elderly cousin, or rather elderly widow of a cousin of mine. We are coping more less OK; but this situation is I suspect not uncommon and is part of what I feel is a major situation - care of the old and vulnerable and who is responsible for single old folk?

My cousin, we will call her "Mary", is a childless widow in her mid-nineties. She has no family members physically closer than a two hour plus drive away. Who would have been her closest relative, her sister,  has died as has one of her sister's two children. The other child is in his early eighties, suffers with Parkinson's, and is a four hour drive away! So in terms of blood relatives who could help we are down to great nieces and great nephews who are working, have their own families and are at least two hours away.

Her nephew and niece on her husband's side are in their sixties, do not have good health and are a four hour drive away. So we are left with folk like me, her husband's cousin and we are a two hour plus drive away so we cannot just "pop over". She has LPAs in place for Finance and Health & Welfare. (I am one of the two attorneys)It is easy enough to keep her finances in order using online banking and fortunately money is not an issue. But Health & Welfare LPAs do not kick in until the person has lost the capacity to make decisions and although she is in the early stages of dementia she does not cross the loss of decision making capacity threshold.

She has carers and they are very good but I cannot help feeling that her quality of life could be so much better if there was someone who could gently persuade her into doing things. Neighbours help with shopping and do the odd "handyman" job and there is a local tradesman who is trustworthy and reliable who does bigger things.

Maybe I shouldn't worry, but I do. I understand and accept that people shouldn't be bullied into doing things. Just because something is not what I would like doesn't mean it is wrong for other people. "Mary" says that things are fine, but she is slowly deteriorating and it is sad to see it happen. Talking to carers they themselves have similar issues with their own parents who live a distance away.  I guess that all we can do is let "Mary" make her decisions and we support her as best we can. At least she has us and others who visit when able and phone regularly. What about those who literally have nobody and have financial issues? 

Political and economic issues will ebb and flow. Leaders come and go and the shock waves that they cause will fade. But there will always be an ageing population who deserve our love and support.

Wednesday, 1 January 2025

The real existential question for 2025

 What will happen sooner; The End of the World or the completion of HS2?


Happy New Year

Wednesday, 4 December 2024

What's the point of Ruby Football?

The world has changed since I was a youngster some 70 years ago when, holding my dad’s hand, he took me to watch rugby every Saturday afternoon. He had officially retired from playing but was all too easily persuaded to turn out for one of lower sides (‘Combe ran 7 or 8 teams in those happy days) if they were short. I went to a rugby playing grammar school, having passed the 11plus, and started playing when I was eleven. There was no mini-rugby back then. 

 

I went on to play the club game until I was in my mid-thirties and then coached mini-rugby. I played for, Westcombe Park the family started playing for them in the early 1920s, Canterbury where my wife and I lived in the seventies and the odd game for Askeans (my old school). Was I any good, not really although as my contemporaries pass away, I am getting better. Before too many years pass, I would have been on the verge of an England trial if circumstance had been slightly different, at least that is the way I will tell it! 

 

The key question is why did we play, why did I play? I enjoyed all forms of sport although not very competent at any. Firstly, you had to enjoy playing the game, the physical activity, the sheer thrill of it all. There was the camaraderie of being in a team of like-minded individuals, the testing of your, and the team’s abilities against the opposition and last but not least the friendships forged over a pint or three in the bar after the game. It didn’t really matter what team you were in, the 1st XV or the Extra B, how good or bad you were. The key factor being that you were a rugby man, no ladies playing back then, and you would find a welcome in practically every club in the country. Apart from the playing and helping run the club the high spots were going to Twickenham to see England play or perhaps going to see the All Blacks or other touring team play ‘London Counties’ or the like. The vast majority of spectators at these games were either player/ex-players perhaps with children and/or with an enthusiastic lady in tow. There was no need to make the game more attractive, we all understood the laws even if the referee didn’t!!

 

We cannot go back to these ‘golden days’; the professional genie is well and truly out of the bottle. Back in the day when I started the RFU was proud of the concept that Rugby Union was “one game” from the pinnacle of the international team to the lowest level one set of laws applied and anyone, given the right talent, would be able to make it to the international team. The days when Wade Dooley who made it to the England team whilst playing for a junior club, admittedly a very good junior club, Preston Grasshoppers, are long gone. Incidentally Preston Grasshoppers must be doing something right as they, according to their website, run 5 men’s teams, a full selection of underage and mini teams plus a women’s XV and a Girls U12.

 

For better or worse, society has changed. Saturdays are no longer reserved for sport if you are an adult man. There are myriad competing distractions and commitments. Today’s players are no longer willing to commit nine months of weekends to their local team as their fathers might have been. The benefits of modern communication are counterbalanced by the cons. One coach has described WhatsApp as the “worst thing that could have happened to grass-roots rugby” because now you can cry off with a two-second message rather than a phone call to an angry team secretary or coach. It seems to me ludicrous that you can only play for the club that you are registered to, particularly in the lower teams. All players want to do is play. If the away team has only twelve players, but the home team has eighteen why not play a fifteen aside game. Having substitutes stood on the touchline also reduces the number of teams that a club can run. I for one would have rather played a game than have been a sub for the team above. 

 

I am sure that the top players today enjoy the game and the camaraderie just as much as I and countless others did. They do have to consider their earning potential and due to their sheer size, speed and fitness they face more chance of injury than we did. When you hear the top brass talk about growing the game, they mean increasing the number of spectators and getting more revenue from TV rights, not how many people are physically playing each Saturday.

 

So, what is the point of Rugby? At the top I would suggest that it is in the entertainment business as is all professional sport. Whether there are enough spectators willing to pay to watch the game every week to fund the salary bill of the top players is another question. My personal view is no, at least in the UK. Football is to firmly entrenched as the mass spectator winter sport. Rugby will always be a distant second at best.

 

The laws should be modified to recognise that the professional game is different to that played by the majority of players. They do not want and cannot cope with a fast non-stop game. They need a breather as they slowly walk/jog to the next scrum where the ball is put in straight down the middle and the hookers actually strike! Substitutes and leagues should vanish, the county cup competition should be the highlight in the fixture calendar. As people are unwilling to commit to every weekend there is a game perhaps the season should be split into smaller blocks with a couple of weeks off at the end of each block so that players can do other things with their families. 

 

Perhaps this is all a pipe-dream and I am just Don Quixote tilting at windmills. No matter what happens in the future at the age of 77 I will probably not see the demise of Rugby Football Union, or if I do, I will probably be too far gone to care. But if things don’t change the game will surely fade away. That will be a great pity, not for me, but for my grand-children. I would simply like them to have as much fun from rugby as I have had.

  

Sunday, 24 November 2024

Modern Times!!

 I am obviously further out of touch with modern life than I realised. As regular readers of my FaceBook posts will know last Saturday my youngest son took me to Twickenham to see England v South Africa (Rugby Union for the uninitiated).

This week I received a survey from Twickenham asking me what I thought about the ground and match facilities. The focus was on the "experience"; the entertainment, the fanzone (didn't know there was one) etc etc.
All I wanted to do was watch a good game of rugby, share some banter with those around me during the game, have a couple of beers before the game and at half-time (not during the game) and be able to get to the toilets without having to queue for about 15 minutes! Perhaps a beer after the game!!
I have been going to Twickenham on and off for seventy years, my dad used to take me and we stood on the old South Terrace.
Yes the game has changed, the venue has changed and the "experience" has changed. Whether the changes are for the better is open to debate - but then I am just curmudgeonly old man!

Wednesday, 20 November 2024

Farmers and Inheritance Tax

 I am somewhat confused by the furore over the inheritance tax bill that will fall on farmers. If I understand correctly (and I sometimes don't). The government is saying that it will only affect relatively few farmers. In which case it won't raise much money. So why are the government doing all this when the benefit to the exchequer is so low?

Friday, 26 July 2024

When death does stalk the barren land,

When death does stalk the barren land,

The stench of rotting carcases rises

Through the pale watery light

Of the dying sun

 

All around is the decay of a dying civilisation.

Hypocrisy rules as leaders wallow

In their own self importance

Waffle rules where once reason reigned

 

Oh Locke where have you gone?

Has that beacon of light been snuffed out?

Are we forever destined to learn nothing?

Hobbes is gone, forgotten, his legacy spent

 

We are left in the land of the blind

Where the one eyed man is king

Sadly floundering in the mire of his own making

His lifeblood slowly ebbing away.

Like a stag caught in the cars headlights

He stood bewildered frozen to the spot

While the inevitable came hurtling towards him.

 

He now lies fatally wounded

While the carrion crow circle around

Waiting, wondering when to strike

While the populace wait; watching the ship of state

Drift aimlessly along.

 

 

Barry Mellish

July 2009

 

Friday, 5 July 2024

General Election 2024 - Time to change the voting system?

 Well, the election is done and dusted and with only a handful results to be declared a few things are patently obvious, to me at least:

1.     The Tories were routed with only 24% of the vote. 

2.     Labour have a stonking majority with 411 (so far) seats they have an overall majority of 177, at the time of writing, so much for my prediction of 55-65!

3.     LibDems had a fantastic evening returning at least 71MPs (up from 8.)

4.     4 Green MPs (sadly not Hélèna)

But looking beyond the numbers of seats it is clear that there was not a massive swing of support to Labour, rather it is a massive swing away from the Tories. Labour only polled 35% of the popular vote whilst returning 63% of MPs. Our antiquated electoral system of first past the post means that a swing of a few votes in a number of seats can result in massive swings numbers of MPs returned for each party.

 We desperately need some form of proportional representation – but which? I like the concept of constituency MPs, someone that we can write and ask to help resolve local issues. It also enables people locally to return an MP that they want; be it Jeremy Corbyn, Shockat Adam, Iqbal Hussain Mohamed etc etc. If we had a pure proportional system there would not be room for these “oddball” candidates and politics would be the poorer. I for one am fed up with hegemony of the “big parties”. 

Having been returned with his massive majority and relatively low share of the popular vote compared to previous governments, I cannot see electoral reform being high on Sir Keir’s agenda. One can but hope, but I do not see the pigs on the runway ready for take-off – turkeys do usually vote for Christmas!

Friday, 3 May 2024

Why We play the game

 When the battle scars have faded

And the truth becomes a lie
And the weekend smell of liniment
Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you
And the man that ran now walks
It doesn’t matter who you are
The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!
The melons not that great
The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways
Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis
You’re a thoroughbred gone lame
Then you ask yourself the question
Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?
In the corks and in the cuts?
Did common sense get pushed aside?
By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder
Why your time would often pass
In a tangled mess of bodies
With your head up someone’s……?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril
Scratching gently on your brain
And an overgrown Neanderthal
Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey
That was shredded into rags
Then the soothing sting of Dettol
On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting
Though with some degree of shame
That your wife was right in asking
Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless
Like a cow on roller skates
After drinking at the clubhouse
With your low down drunken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet
Not a solitary coin
Drink Berocca by the bucket
Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons
About boozers being losers
While you limped like Quasimodo
With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain
And curse Sambuca’s name
Would always pose the question
Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened
As you grimly reminisce it
Comes the most compelling feeling yet
God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot
And tightened every stud
That virus known as rugby
Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it
All the rest took second fiddle
Now you’re standing on the sideline
But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel
You can take it as expected
There will always be a breed of people
Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him
Like a gravitating force
With a common understanding
And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies
Like it was yesterday old friend
You’ll know that if you had the chance
You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby
It will always be the same
And that, I guarantee
Is why the hell you played the game!

One Hundred Years of the Mellish Family and Westcombe Park RFC

It is May 2024 and it was about a 100 years ago that the Mellish family first became involved with ‘Combe. Nobody quite knows when three brothers Tom, John and Bill Mellish first joined and started playing for the club. As there is a first team photo 1925-26 with John Mellish in it, the probability is that he must have joined a season or two beforehand to learn the game if nothing else. Rugby would not have been played at any school that the sons of a dockworker would have gone to. In all probability they joined the club in 1924-25 or earlier. Their slightly younger cousin, Richard James Mellish, aka Dick Mellish, my dad (born 1907), joined a couple of years later and I have a photo of dad in the 1930-31 “A” XV photo.
Tom Mellish captained the club in the 1929-30 and I know, that his brother Bill captained the “A” XV for at least one season – date unknown. Tom, John and Bill appear to have left the club in the early thirties. Tom became a referee and stayed involved with the game for a number of years. John Mellish, a policeman, was also a keen boxer and was the European Police Welter Weight Champion for 1931. My dad also boxed and was the Sussex Scout light-weight boxing champion in 1922. Whether dad and John ever used their boxing prowess on the rugger field is unknown!
Dad stayed on playing for ‘Combe and was club captain in 1936 -37 and again in 1946-47. Dad “officially” stopped playing rugby at the end of the ‘46-47 season. I was due in the October and because of my mum’s badly damaged legs (She was caught in an air-raid in 1940) they were expecting problems. I do recall that dad would always take his kit along and if one of the lower teams was short of a player, he would join in for them. He always said “don’t tell your mother”; but she always knew. Apart from the dirty kit dad would be stiff and sore on Sunday morning, a feeling that I got to know well over the years!
Dad became involved with the admin side of the game and was Team Secretary for a number of years. These were the days when you had to post a card to each member of every team telling them which team they were in and where they had to be the following Saturday. Dad was Hon. Treasurer from 1964-68 and President from 1966-68.
His youngest brother John, born 1921, played for ‘Combe after the war. He was a No 8 and played for the 1st XV for a number of seasons. John stopped playing relatively young and became a referee. John then became heavily involved with training and vetting of referees. He carried on with this when he left the UK and took his family and settled in Richmond, Virginia, USA. I recall being at Heathrow in the early nineties waiting to catch a flight to San Francisco. In the crowd milling about the terminal, I spotted a number of people wearing track suits with the words “California Rugby Referees on Tour”. I spoke to one of them and mentioned that my uncle was a referee in the States, but that he lived on the East Coast. He asked me his name and I said John Mellish, he then yelled “Guys we have John Mellish’s nephew on the flight with us”. It appeared John was well known in referring circles in the States and had worked tirelessly in helping set-up the organisational structure – he was rewarded with a Lifetime Achievement Award for Services to Rugby in America.
Dad was the eldest of five brothers and although only John played, two of his other brothers, George and Gordan were involved backstage as it were helping run the club, serving behind the bar etc. The ladies were also involved; my mum, Grace (Gordon’s wife) and Jean (John’s wife) helping prepare the sandwiches and cups of tea for the players after the game. This was long before the advent of professional staff and hot meals after the game.
Gordon’s son “young Gordon” played for the club in the late fifties and early sixties. I started playing for the colts and twenties in about 1962/3. I went off to college in 1966 and on finishing moved to Canterbury and played rugby there. Moving to Bromley in 1977 I re-joined ‘Combe and played for the “A” XV. alongside Robin Taylor in the front-row. I then started coaching min-rugby when my sons started to want to play.
My middle-son Andrew now graces the field for ‘Combe (starting playing for the club aged 45). My two grand-children Henry and Georgia, although both keen on rugby, live in the West Midlands and play mini-rugby there. So, it looks as if the tradition of the Mellish Family playing for ‘Combe may be drawing to a close – but who knows what the future may bring.
Barry Mellish 1st May 2024

Wednesday, 27 December 2023

Barry and Julia Christmas Letter 2023

We are all still the right side of the grass! As we get older this is sadly not always the case with our friends and family. Early in the year we travelled to Norfolk for the funeral of our cousin Barbara. Sadly she was not the only one we lost during the year. We pray for those we have lost and offer our love and prayers to their family and friends. As we get older, we are susceptible to aches and pains! Julia has been diagnosed with Myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome (ME/CFS). She is having therapy for this and hopefully by the New Year there will be an improvement.
Our year continued much as always. Various trips to our lodge in Devon. Meetings with our friends from college days. A family lunch in Stratford–upon-Avon (more or less equidistant for all of us). Church was somewhat busier than usual as our parish priest was ill for several months which meant we all had more to do. Hopefully he is well on the road to recovery and will be back in harness before Christmas.
The ultimate event of the year was the surprise family gathering for Julia’s “21st” birthday celebration which we held on the last weekend of October. She knew that Lawrie, Emma and the grandchildren were coming down as it was Henry's and Georgia's half-term. What she did not know was that Hélèna and Sam were also coming down from Stockport, staying with Andrew and Gaew. Julia and I had celebrated the actual day with a few days away in Norfolk.
We all gathered at our place on the Friday. Then on Saturday/Sunday we had a family party, helped along by a large delivery of food and drink from Waitrose. The Monday saw some of us at Horniman's Museum at Forest Hill - well worth a visit if you have not been. The unexpected highlight of the trip was meeting the pest controller!! He had a Harris Hawk which was being used to keep the pigeons away. He was a lovely guy and let the children get close to the bird. Tuesday Lawrie and I took Henry and Georgia to Greenwich Park, the Maritime Museum and a walk under the Thames, a great day. This coming Christmas and New Year will be spent at “Mellish Mansions” along with the family for all or part of the time.
Wishing you and your loved ones a very Happy Christmas with Good Health and much happiness for 2024.
With all our love and prayers, Barry and Julia




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Sunday, 10 December 2023

The Boat People

 The news is full of stories relating to boat people, Rwanda, International Law, has Rishi done enough or has he gone too far? There is no doubt that there are lot of problems in the good ship the United Kingdom: There are not enough houses, the NHS is struggling with not enough beds and not enough staff. We are bursting at the seams and it is all the fault of the boat people!!

If we stop the boats we solve the problem, at least that is the narrative that is being portrayed.
The only trouble with this is that the migration figures do not stack up. The provisional estimate of total long-term immigration for year ending (YE) June 2023 was 1.2 million, while emigration was 508,000, meaning that net migration was 672,000; most people arriving to the UK in the YE June 2023 were non-EU nationals (968,000), followed by EU (129,000) and British (84,000).
Net migration for YE June 2023 was 672,000, which is slightly higher compared with YE June 2022 (607,000) but down on our updated estimate for YE December 2022 (745,000); while it is too early to say if this is the start of a new downward trend, these more recent estimates indicate a slowing of immigration coupled with increasing emigration.(Figures from the Office for National Statistics website).
So all the focus is on circa 50,000 boat people out of a total net migration number of 672,000. There is a lot that the politicians, of all parties, are not telling us. Blaming migration is an easy way to avoid confronting the reality that for years we have underfunded the NHS, that we have not built enough homes and that it is overlooking the fact that many in the caring porfessions are migrants.
Many of the systems in the UK need a complete overhaul, we need a long hard honest discussion about the type of country that we aspire to be - but it is so much easier to blame the foreigner!

Wednesday, 20 September 2023

Russel Brand

It appears that he is/was a loud obnoxious character who glorified in "bedding" as many woman as possible. We may think that his behaviour is reprehensible and that he should be avoided at all costs, particularly by women. But these are not criminal offences. I seriously wonder if it is possible for him to obtain a fair trial if criminal proceedings are brought against him. 

So far there are "allegations"  and these might well be true. But there are no official criminal charges. Yet in the "Court of Public Opinion" he is guilty! I do wonder why Channel 4 Despatches and the Sunday Times didn't go to the police, perhaps making a profit and creating a "buzz" was more important to them than justice and the criminal law.

It is also interesting that so many people are now saying, "I always knew he was a bad one"; "It was common knowledge in the industry how he behaved". Yet nobody did anything at the time. It would appear that when he was about thirty he was able to use BBC car to ferry a sixteen year old girl to and from his bed. Not illegal but why did the BBC go along with it?

We are living in amoral times.


PS - Where is Albert Pierrepoint when you need him?

Unhappy Times

 These are not happy times. Across the West, the vast majority of voters are fed up with the status quo, furious at the political class and desperate for alternatives. They believe society to be broken, that the post-industrial economy and globalisation generally aren’t working for them, and are angry at the vast cultural, social and technological changes that they feel have been foisted upon them. 

Almost wherever one looks, from New Zealand to the Netherlands, hundreds of millions no longer feel in control, valued or even consulted by the self-satisfied ruling class. In the UK, 70 per cent believe the country is moving in the wrong direction, a YouGov poll reveals. An NBC poll found 74 per cent of Americans saying their country is on the wrong track. 

We have entered the lengthiest period of prolonged popular disenchantment since the Industrial Revolution and the emergence of democratic politics, a disturbing state of affairs that urgently requires addressing if countries aren’t to fall prey to demagogues. It has become rational to be pessimistic, especially when elections don’t change anything. 

Life expectancy may have peaked; economic growth has been feeble for years, as have real wages; certain groups have seen their prospects plunge especially severely; home ownership is increasingly out of reach; the family is under extreme pressure, and women are having far fewer children than they tell pollsters they would like; loneliness is exploding as it becomes harder to form and stay in long-term relationships; secularisation has left an unfilled spiritual void across the West that is being met by dysfunctional ideologies and social movements; and crime is far too high. 

In many countries, university over-expansion has created a toxic two-tier society, fuelling elite overproduction. Woke storm-troopers have seized control of culture, education and business across the English-speaking world, imposing nihilistic gender extremism and critical race theories. The governing classes have got it shockingly wrong on many other issues, from foreign policy to Covid to money-printing, and never atone for their mistakes. 

In Europe, including Britain, there is a popular consensus that there has been and remains too much immigration. In France and several other countries, integration is widely understood to have failed. There is growing scepticism of the rush to net zero: while Western publics are very concerned about climate change, they aren’t prepared to see their living standards decimated to deal with it. There is an increased suspicion of the surveillance society and of the war against cash, and a growing urban-suburban his sense of alienation is especially prevalent among the working and lower middle classes, as well as the young, but no element of society is immune from it, other than perhaps multi-millionaires. As ever in times of dislocation, a small minority has embraced outright conspiracy theories (such as on 9/11) or despicable prejudice (such as anti-Semitism), fanned by rabble-rousers with no real solutions. 

But even for the sensible majority, the belief in progress that used to define the Western psyche has faded, with hope replaced by despair, bitterness and fear. The political phenomenon of our times is mass discontent, and yet this crisis continues to be largely ignored by an unempathetic ruling class. Its only answer is more of the same: higher taxes, more social-democratic tinkering, more power to unaccountable bureaucracies such as the EU or WHO, increased immigration, and even greater social engineering. 

In the past, when the ruling elites were conservative, such estrangement might have led the public into the arms of the Left. Contemporary elites are centre-Left utopian technocrats, and today’s counter-revolutionaries are on the Right. Almost everywhere, that is where the populist energy, the desire for change, lies. 

In America, Oliver Anthony, a previously unknown musician who has shot to fame with Rich Men North of Richmond, symbolises this shift. He rails against low pay, welfarism, state-subsidised obesity, woke social control and rich Left-wing elites. His song, now number one on Apple ahead of Taylor Swift, encapsulates how Right-wing populism has become the anti-establishment movement globally. It is no wonder that the Republican party has been taken over: even if Donald Trump is destroyed, his second and third-placed rivals, Ron DeSantis and Vivek Ramaswamy, are revolutionaries. 

The latter two are great, but not all of the Right-wingers riding the international populist wave are good news. Some would be a disaster; others fantastic. Some rising parties are anti-capitalist, a grave error. In other cases, public concerns about the volume of immigration are being hijacked by politicians with an atavistic hatred of the other. Germany is in deep trouble, thanks to Angela Merkel, but it is hugely troubling, including for historical reasons, that the AfD is getting 22 per cent of the vote. Marine Le Pen has moderated her policies, but I’m unclear how her statist economics would save France. 

Yet the global Right-wing revolution is gaining ground regardless. In Italy, Giorgia Meloni is prime minister. In the Netherlands, the anti-net zero farmers’ party has surged. Across the Continent, including in Scandinavia, mainstream parties are adopting once unthinkable policies on immigration. In Spain, Isabel Díaz Ayuso, a rising star, is advocating Thatcherite populism. In New Zealand, the centre-Right is ahead in the polls and the libertarian ACT party has rocketed. In Argentina, one leading presidential contender is an anarcho-capitalist. In Paraguay, the Right-winger Santiago Peña has won the presidency. Benjamin Netanyahu regained power last December. 

There are, of course, exceptions to the global shift to the Right: Brazil, where Lula’s neo-communists are back, and, of course, Britain, thanks to Tory uselessness. Brexit was the first domino to fall, the start of what will prove to be many international counter-revolutions against the Blob. The Tory party had a golden opportunity to channel this insurgency into a mainstream yet drastic programme of renewal. Boris Johnson could have been in power for a decade, yet he, together with Rishi Sunak, blew it, embracing net zero and social democratic profligacy and failing to control immigration and the public sector. 

Keir Starmer will win, and then seek to impose Left-wing solutions on to an increasingly Right-wing world. 

Wednesday, 14 June 2023

House Prices

 There is a great deal in the media about the decline in house price inflation and the fact that in some areas the price of housing is in decline. I couldn't give a damn about the valuation of my house. Why? Because it's all a complete con and I am an house owner of 52 years. 'So your house has gone up £25k (or whatever), well what are you actually doing with it?' The great drawback about the one house I live in as an investment is that I can never get access to the money (unlike other assets like bank accounts, equities etc. that can be drawn out and spent) - and that seriously limits its use as an investment. And I am not interested in downsizing or Equity Release. The main beneficiaries of house price inflation are bankers, estate agents, housing investors, house builders and the government. House price inflation does not benefit most of us. Throughout our lives it amounts to nothing more than an unrealised paper profit, making us feel they are richer than we actually are. The way most of us eventually cash in on our one house is by dying - and that is generally not considered a win.

Sunday, 4 June 2023

My Godson is Fund raising - please help if you can.

My Godson, Joseph Taylor, is raising funds to enable him to go to the World Scout Jamboree in Korea. He needs to raise £4000. The money is not only to pay for his trip, but also to part fund a less well off scout from Hampshire and scouts from third-world countries. If you are able to spare a "Couple of quid" please donate; click her for the link to GoFundMe page 




Sunday, 28 May 2023

Phillip Schofield - A sad reflection on life today

 Phillip Schofield - I wonder what is driving the widespread tabloid coverage? Why the prurient interest in his life? What has his brother's conviction got to do with things - he appears to be convicted of the crime of guilt by association. He is "just" a TV presenter after all - is he really the most important thing on the planet? Judging by the press coverage the answer is yes!

Personally I have rarely seen him on TV. The shows that he has presented do not interest me, and if I watch breakfast TV I prefer the BBC offering. Therefore I cannot comment on how good he is.
It just seems to me a sorry reflection on the current state of the country that so much time and effort are spent on the personal life of one person. In all honesty the only people that should have any interest are his ex-wife, his family and his close friends. On that point am I any better posting about him?
On that note I shall end and say a prayer for him.

Friday, 26 May 2023

A Reflection on Pope Francis

 During the past hundred years the proportion of Catholics has remained fairly steady at about 16% of the world's population which has more than trebled. However, the centre of balance of the Church has dramatically changed. In 1910, Europe was home to about two-thirds of all Catholics, and nearly nine-in-ten lived either in Europe (65%) or Latin America (24%). By 2010, by contrast, only about a quarter of all Catholics (24%) were in Europe. The largest share (39%) were in Latin America and the Caribbean.

 

This change was reflected by the installation of Pope Francis, the first non-European pope for over a thousand years with his different, non-European, cultural background. Additionally. as the first Jesuit pope with their charisms of being grounded in love for Christ, focus on discernment and animated by the spiritual vision of their founder, St. Ignatius of Loyola, to help others and seek God in all things it is not surprising that his modus operandi has come as shock to many in the west. 

What has Pope Francis done? To start, the pontiff has achieved a great deal by living simply, speaking his mind, promoting frugality, and working for peace and justice. Pope Francis makes the news regularly with his latest reforms and proclamations. He has simplified annulment rules that have been overly complicated for centuries, threatened to shut down the Vatican Bank if it didn't embrace transparency and reform, and moved toward liberalizing the Vatican's stances on the environment, and the economy. He has also placed women in high positions within some of the departments. It must be noted that he has not altered or changed doctrine or dogma rather he has modified the way it is implemented.

In the process, he's angered conservative Catholics around the world, and traditionalists who feel he's going too far, too fast. But the reforms continue apace, and likely will for Francis's entire papacy. 

 

His first encyclical  published in the year 2013 the Apostolic Exhortation “Evangelii gaudium”, is the true ‘guiding manifesto’ of his Pontificate, in which he calls for a new evangelization characterized by joy, as well as the reform of ecclesial structures and the conversion of the papacy, so that they may be more missionary and closer to the purpose intended by Jesus. For this reason, also in 2013, the Pope established a “Council of Cardinals” whose task is to study a project to revise the Apostolic Constitution “Pastor bonus” on the Roman Curia, dating back to 1988.

 

Since this beginning he has published other encyclicals dealing with the family, Amoris Laetitia,” and the duty of care that we owe to the world, Laudato si’ on Care of our Common Home.”

 

Like all of us Pope Francis is not without fault, but nobody can doubt his determination and zeal to carry on with the work and mission of his predecessors who have sat in the Chair of Peter to evangelise the world. His determination to carry on with his work can be seen by the start of his “Synod on Synodality” that will come to fruition later this year.

Tuesday, 25 April 2023

Virgin to Sky!

For various reasons, mainly increasing in price I decided that I was leaving Virgin Media and joining Sky for TV, Broadband and TV. I am now, eventually, on Sky and this is the Saga!!

Leaving Virgin was not easy to say the least. The first telephone call ended with me completely losing my rag, and slamming the phone down. The issue being that the person at the other end of the phone kept trying to persuade me to stay, questioning the details of my new package with Sky and refusing to listen to what I was saying (I probably wasn’t listening to him either). The second call went much better and I thought that we had agreed a disconnection date; but the next day I received a letter (printed not email), detailing my new revised contract with Virgin. On the third call we did agree a disconnection date (a couple of days after the sky installation date, just to be safe).

 

What I hadn’t appreciated is that there are really only two main providers of broadband and telephone infrastructure. Virgin Media who have an all-fibre infrastructure and currently do not let other companies use it or sell it. The other is BT/Openreach who use a mixture of fibre and copper and do let third parties, including Sky, sell it.

Install day came. The TV dish etc were installed ok and work perfectly. As always there are differences in how things work but we now, more or less get easily get what we want. My main gripe is that being red/green colour blind I cannot tell whether the Sky box is on or off.

 

The broadband/phone is another story. The first installer was a subcontractor to Openreach who said that for various reasons he needed a cherry picker to get to the top of the nearby telegraph pole and then left.  Eventually on the 20 April (install date was meant to be 3 April) a crew that included cherry picker, mobile hoist on the back of a truck plus engineer arrived and everything was installed and now works ok. My main complaint, and I have raised this as an official complaint is that I ended up managing it all including asking Virgin to keep my service active for another few weeks. If Sky sell it then they should have been on top of the process. The Sky help desk team have been very helpful, but my non-installation should have been picked up and someone should have been contacting me, not me doing the chasing.

 

Broadband so far has been reliable, albeit much slower, around 35 mb/sec compared to 200 plus that I was getting. As I am not a gamer or run a home business what I get is quite fast enough for me and the household. That is one thing that Virgin do not understand; that for oldies like me superfast speeds are not needed. If we had five or so heavy active users than maybe 200 plus is required. Putting my prices up by around £40 per month, then offering 500mb/sec by way of compensation is not for me.

 

Now the pains of leaving Virgin and getting the new system installed are behind me I am reasonably happy. I am due to get some money back from Sky/Openreach due to the delays. I will report back on how easy this process is!!