Snapshots of East Midlands

Unplanned Driving Holiday (Unfinished & Not Yet Corrected)

Driving many many thousands of miles in my 27 year IT sales career, and, since the car crash in 2002, long distance driving has not been a favourite task, so God knows why I decided to take a driving holiday in the UK this year.

The general idea was to head for a  specific location and then book hotels en route, wherever it took my fancy. A bit risky in July, the beginning of the holiday period. Plus the endless rain up to then made it doubly risky – and a very short break away. But, yay! It was sunny for the entire five days – sunny enough for bare limbs and no cardi for each entire day. Now that really is something!

Monday 4th July  O/N at The George of Stamford – Stamford

The recycling bin would not have lasted another fortnight so the kick-off depended on the bin men emptying it first….12:30 and I was off. Sun up and traffic flow good though it still took me two hours to get to the A1. With a meeting planned near Nottingham, I had booked one hotel nearby for the night of the 5th.  With heavy traffic and slow driving, I planned to drive leisurely and find a hotel en route. Except traffic wasn’t heavy and the first hotel that caught my eye was indeed fully booked. That meant heading further North, avoiding Peterborough. (I used to work there in the 90s and current press is less than flattering.)

Still, even driving relatively slowly, I got into Stamford quite early – and was instantly charmed. Even more so that I could park for free on the main road while looking for a hotel. If push came to shove I’d stay in a room over a pub (plenty of those available) but I wanted to treat myself to 4 star plus.

The first place I looked in was too ‘pubby’, so I asked a cheery-cheeked lady outside her shop for recommendations – ‘something clean’. ‘Oh they are all very clean, dear’ she replied. She had such a lovely, open, welcoming face that I decided I would find somewhere here – and I did.  The George of Stamford – a coaching inn – and I got upgraded too.

Prior to supper, I had a swift look around – plenty of historic buildings, a much cared-for town, with me racking my brain to see if I remembered anything at all from my history lessons – and bought a cardi and some necessaries from Boots.  Bought just in time as shops close at 17:30. Relatively small population, but with a lot of rather resentful Eastern Europeans (both in the restaurant and hanging around the town. Presumably post-Brexit though I have found few to be overly helpful at the best of times. The charming lass who upgraded me was English.

The upgraded room had both a shower and a roll-top bath and good quality toiletries. The room looked out over one of the main road but was surprisingly quiet. Just hot. Very hot. Past 9pm and still sunny and sweaty. Thank God for the Dyson fan. Less pleased with the very faint lights, making reading or writing virtually impossible. Oh and awful mirrors (a theme with all the hotels I stayed at). I must have spent at least half an hour bending and preening to see if I really did look like a fat dwarf and if my inside leg measurement (c 32”) had suddenly shrunk.

Had a bath and changed for supper in The Garden Room (lots of greenery and mirrors). Despite it being almost empty, it was still a challenge getting a drink and my meal. And not just from the Eastern European waitresses. The callow youth tried to be friendly but didn’t really have his head screwed on properly. Eventually got a glass of (expensive) red wine in a huge glass and what appeared to be two sips in it. Still, the place was pretty enough to make up for the slackness of service and I was back in my room at just past 9pm – listening to hard rock on Vintage TV. And hot, despite the Dyson. Was a little too zonked to go exploring so decided on an early start instead.

Tuesday 5th July O/N at Allington Manor – Allington

Had breakfast (at George of Stamford), paid up and went for a wander. Mediaeval buildings on practically every corner, the almost twee River Welland, just the ambience pleased and relaxed really rather than being memorably historic, but all so beautifully cared for. Might suit a couple on a romantic getaway. Or someone who loves drawing buildings. Not me, sadly, even though I had planned to ‘drive and sketch’. In the end, I decided it would be easier to draw from photographs taken instead. Then off I drove – in the direction of Newark.


Did a recce of SAA, spotting a recycling place on the same industrial estate so offloaded a huge piece of cardboard that had been cluttering my car boot for months. You have no idea how thrilled that made me! Heh! It’s the little things!!! Also did Allington recce but couldn’t spot the Manor so headed for Grantham and decided to worry about finding it later.

(Actually, my scribbled notes make it difficult to understand where and when I went to both Grantham and Newark. Am guessing 5th as I was going in another direction thereafter.)

So, Grantham …

Very shabby though people were very friendly. I was en route to somewhere but couldn’t pass up seeing the birthplace of Maggie T. For some reason I thought there was a statue of her and, usually the best place to ask, I popped into a local estate agent. As I said, they were very friendly but, unfortunately, rather clueless. Luckily, I hadn’t walked (meter only had a few minutes on it so it was easier to drive). The statue that I was sent to was of Isaac Newton. Same at the jewellers, she had no idea at all, though I did treat myself to some gold earrings being sold at half price.

I was about to drive out of town and not bother, but decided to ask at one last place – a furniture store. The old-ish female assistant also had absolutely no idea but the young couple she was serving did. There isn’t a statue. Apparently they are still arguing about it.

As I was now parked in the opposite direction to where it was, I did a U-ey and there it was, less than a mile the other end – on the corner – bang opposite a Roman Catholic church to Our Lady. And there is a small plaque on the upper part as the Roberts lived ‘over the shop’. The sun was out, there weren’t any parking restrictions, so I left the car on the kerb and grabbed a couple of photos. .. then took the long way round (by accident) to Newark and the National Civil War Museum.

Newark & National Civil War Museum

Presumably by accident rather than design, all the parts of the East Midlands I visited were exceptionally ‘white’. As there were Chinese and Indian restaurants, I guess there must have been non-whites around. But there certainly were a lot of Eastern Europeans.

Now in Newark but cannot recall where I parked. It wasn’t near the museum, and must have been paid for to give me time to eat and view. Ah yes, I remember: Newark Castle (long stay by the railway of the same name). On the map, there appear to be two Newark Castles within a mile or so of each other. I saw the less imposing ruins. Was supposedly near the Civil War Museum but the museum had moved.

After the shabbiness of Grantham, it was good to be parked and walking through a pleasing part of the town – a historic one at that – with a fine range of eateries and shops though I didn’t actually end up eating there. Did a quick spot of shopping and then headed to the top of the town where it (the museum) was now located. Lunch then ended up being a piece of cake and half a cup of coffee in their café. Poor choice really when there were so many decent places I could have stopped at. I had some vague idea of finding a decent eatery nearer the museum but they were a bit thin on the ground and I couldn’t be pfaffed walking back and forth.

Interest in the English Civil War was not planned and it hadn’t really registered that this was civil war country until I saw a sign for the Civil War Museum during the earlier recce but, at the museum, I bought Patrick Little’s book and planned to up my knowledge. Unfortunately, the  timetable of 10 minute films didn’t include the ones I would have preferred seeing but I had the auditorium to myself which is always a plus! Kept thinking of Brexit and the potential for civil war if not for social media and Olympic whining instead. Oh and going on protest marches that achieve absolutely nothing. Still, they are better than actually killing others for thinking differently.

After an hour or so, I headed back to my car, taking a photo of the Castle ruins which I later deleted thinking it was from another excursion! (Note to self: do NOT delete anything! File it/them in extraneous or similar. Typically, it wasn’t even in the recycle bin either.)

Back to Allington

By now, I was a little hot and weary, and it was almost time for the shops to close, so I headed back to Allington, which involved going the wrong way and not being able to find it easily – till I saw it and then wondered how I could have missed it since the village is not exactly large! I did try and ring Leo, but the line was really poor so rather than shout at him down the line, I said I’d see him later.

Allington exudes an other-worldly feel, but not sure how really historical it is. It was very quiet and rural with what looked like just one shop cum post office. Quite a lot of houses though.

There was a old codgers’ tea party when I arrived so there was no room to park my car. I asked a friendly older lady who lived opposite if it would be alright to park on the roadside. You never know whether it is going to bug a nutty local so best to make sure. Thankfully, she was charming and said it was fine, mentioning the tea party, and then she went off with a group of her friends, presumably for a walk.

Very friendly welcome from Leo who took over running the Manor from his father (I think). In through a hefty wooden front door and straight onto a seating area with two fireplaces and lots of very dark wood. Cosy – but probably better in winter. Was taken to my room by a young girl working there – but she forgot to leave the key. A guy with a hat was coming out of room nearby and I was a little concerned about leaving the door unlocked but Allington Manor is more like a olde worlde private house providing board and lodging to regulars (as some were I discovered later) so I went off to get the key as if I was another.

My room is huge with massive windows overlooking a quiet road and a field. It has a rolltop bath with two floorstanding candle holders, as well as a shower unit. The mirror is free-standing – another of those that make you look squat and fat. And no, I am not squat and fat! I normally like to leave curtains open but, despite the quietness of the village (plus the adjacent field), it felt a little exposed, especially with the bath in between two (of three) of the windows. But I left abluting till later and decided I needed a post lunch (that cake and coffee at the Museum) glass of wine.

I had asked Leo for the wine when I picked up the key and it was waiting for me on the very sunny terrace when I came down. Now that is service!

The idea was to have a quick drink and then wander around the village – except I got chatting to the man in the hat. Or rather, for a change, he started the conversation. Stephen. A regular, it seems, recently divorced, and there I found myself wondering if he was some kind of Walter Mitty. Seems he has a big place he is doing up in the Fens – meaning not far. Yet he comes to stay here and often. He definitely sounded lonely but why pick a relatively isolated village? He was a trained barrister and a businessman with a few hundred staff and several PAs and knew everyone or so it seemed. And the ex works for Mumsnet. Still he was friendly and I didn’t have anything planned (apart from wandering through the village) so I chatted with him as well.

He showed polite interest in my art wanting to see examples but we had no luck logging on so chatted some more, he on his second bottle of wine and me still slowly sipping my wine followed by a black coffee.

When I booked the place, it hadn’t registered that the Manor was really an upmarket B&B. so it was fortunate that the local pub had decent food, so I was told. S decided that I would go with him, to meet his friend, who he said worked for PayPal. This friend seemed to have made some impact as he mentioned him a lot. As I was hungry, we wandered over when pubs normally open. Except it wasn’t open. So we had a little stroll around – with me not wearing the right shoes – black wedge sandals. S said he thought I wanted to go for a walk. I replied I did but wearing the right shoes. Still he seemed friendly so I didn’t mind.

We headed back to the pub – The Welby Arms –  which, by now, was not only open but had a relatively huge queue of people of various ages all waiting to be served. Unsurprising really given it was the only local eatery.

S said he’d treat me but when I ordered my food he told the barmaid not to include his (to mine) which made it sound like he didn’t want to though what he meant was he didn’t want me to pay for his. It all came out wrongly, but since I didn’t know him and didn’t expect it, I paid for myself and he didn’t argue so maybe he never meant it anyway. Anyway, the food was quite tasty and reasonably-priced and I think I ended up eating it before his arrived. When I had finished we moved back to our original places in the front and his friend arrived.

No, he didn’t work for PayPal. Something else which sounded similar but totally unrelated. A charming Geordie. He and S chatted and then, when S got up to go to the bar, I asked how they knew each other. Staying at the same hotel (B&B). Another of the regulars. I said something about S being unusual and very forthcoming with his life and stuff. Mike (? – didn’t make a note of his name and cannot recall it) said he just let him talk. We must have looked in cahoots or something as S was not best pleased and snarled at me at something I said (which I cannot now recall but I think it was just me teasing him which he took badly). Anyway, rather than spoil the moment with explanations or whathaveyou, I said I’d leave them to chat and went back to the hotel.

Had a long soak in the bath and watched something inconsequential on the box while catching up with reading till I got sleepy.

Allington Manor is clean, comfy, well-serviced but probably best for romantic getaways or for those who like relatively isolated villages with not a lot to do within walking distance. I have to admit I would have preferred to eat there rather than in the pub, but it served my needs well enough for one night. I did ask if I could stay another night but it would have been a different room, so Leo found me a room at The Manners Arms a few miles up the road. S had told me that Belvoir Castle was worth a visit and apparently this was the nearest place to stay.

The plan was to go to SAA then come back and do some more exploring around Knipton.

Wednesday 6th July  O/N at The Manners Arms – Knipton

Second night of minimal sleep.  Even worse last night as I have been wide awake since just after 3am and am now fed up of hanging around the breakfast room. Only an hour to go. (Referring to night at Allington Manor)

And I can hear someone rattling around so head towards the sounds only to be scared witless by a dog barking. Try a couple more times then decide it’s safer to wait at my table. When Leo comes out, I explain that for some reason I barely slept and was getting fidgetty in the room hence coming downstairs. He brings out coffee and, despite me being a little earlier than their stated breakfast times, makes me two poached eggs. I did ask about S and he too didn’t know whether he was on the level with his stories.

Paid the bill and left shortly afterwards, only seeing another regular (who had been outside on the terrace with us), who looked up Lincoln on his iphone. Yep, was up and off so early, and the ‘course’ wasn’t due to start for hours, so I decided to do a whistle-stop tour to Lincoln Cathedral.

Lincoln Cathedral

Actually, it was so whistle-stop, I only caught a glimpse of Lincoln Cathedral from the roadside as I was a bit concerned I’d get stuck in traffic and then be late. Except I was still too early, so went off for a coffee served by unsmiling Eastern Europeans on the trading estate. Managed to spill a little on my new T-shirt so had a hurried change in the car. Not a good sign as there is a little OCD in me re clothes.


Regrettably, I was bored rigid at SAA and felt like a youngster amongst the others (despite probably being around the same age or not much younger) – coach trip art groups – and stayed for about an hour or so after spending less than planned on art materials. Headed back to find The Manners Arms – which Leo had kindly reserved for me for Wednesday night – and got lost round various back roads. Still, I had plenty of time and it was gloriously sunny. A very nice lady directed me to what I thought was Belvoir Castle.  S said it was small ( it isn’t) but this was so small, it was smaller than bijou!

St James Church not Belvoir

As it was locked up and I had parked on a hill in a minute street, I hurriedly took a couple of photos, which now seem to have disappeared along with the ones of Newark Castle, and so I cannot be absolutely sure but think it was St James Church, Woolsthorpe by Belvoir. A Victorian church. Very pretty but clearly not Belvoir Castle.

Hungry and hot, I headed for The Manners Arms to another very friendly greeting and just in time for a late but extremely delicious lunch. Planned to have a snooze but instead thought I’d walk to Belvoir Castle – the real thing. About two miles, so easy-peasy for me.

Belvoir Castle

What I hadn’t taken into consideration was it was (a) uphill all the way and (b) I hadn’t checked the opening hours and (c) I was desperate for a pee about 15 minutes into my walk. And it was closed when I finally got there.

I arrived at a large but empty car park which was the first sign it was closed but still went up to check opening times. Couldn’t see anything. And there were trees everywhere so I saw absolutely nothing of the castle – just a wonderful panorama opposite it. Still needing a pee and feeling disappointed that I couldn’t even take a photo of the invisible castle, I headed back to The Manners Arms, looking for a bit of greenery en route where I could relieve myself without being spotted by passing traffic. I think I managed it without trespassing or being discovered. Just.

But boy was I shattered. On top of that, my BMs (No, I also have no idea what this is short for. Bloating? Blood Pressure? Histamine levels? ) had gone to pot and I thought it best to eat figs and pumpkin seeds instead of another meal. Didn’t even have a glass of wine either, sticking to hot drinks to up my ‘healthy’ fluid intake.

This was another bedroom with big windows – overlooking the gardens and car park – meaning for modesty those curtains too had to be closed. I wonder if that’s why I had trouble sleeping everywhere? Not the nicest of rooms with an odd lot of furniture (the cupboard had a shelf in the middle so only a midget could hang his or her clothes in it) but the shower worked and it seemed clean. Yet another of those horrid freestanding mirrors that fattified me. But I did sleep heavily for the hours I did manage. Surprising really, given it was a popular pub/restaurant.

Had to order breakfast the night before (I was given a form to fill in when I checked in) and went for eggs benedict.

Thursday 7th July O/N at Arundel House Hotel – Cambridge

I was first down for breakfast but soon joined by two other overnight guests. They seemed to know each other, presumably from being in the bar together the evening before. Was a little relieved I had stayed in my room as neither appealed as companions. The eggs benedict arrived promptly but I was raring to go and do more exploring. Thankfully, the figs did the trick (and have guessed what BMs meant now!!!)  and I was off. Meaning I was off in the car *afterwards*!

Slight humorous aside: when I went to check out, the woman (who served me breakfast) was on the ‘phone – so I made a gesture that I was taking the case to the car. She was off the phone and carrying my bag before I could blink – although it was genuinely not my intention to get her attention. As it happens, they were wonderfully friendly and welcoming and I was just trying to maximise my time. She looked like she thought I was going to make off without paying. Except I had given my credit card details the night before. Ah well.

Not being in the mood to head home, I took a different route out of Knipton (to the one I had taken), almost retracing my steps from the previous evening’s walk, and there it was – Belvoir Castle – in all its uninvisible splendour. Not hidden by trees at all. And not bijou either. Got out to take a couple of photos as reference for drawing later then headed towards Cambridge. Or not yet.

Kings Lynn

Having now got into an ‘away’ mentality, I didn’t want to go home and even felt like a gypsy taking to the road and pitching up wherever I fancied, as night fell. Or in my case, wherever I found a decent hotel.

As I had decided to skim the east coast, I headed in that direction, and then decided to spend the night in King’s Lynn. The sun was out, the sky was blue and the outer road into King’s Lynn was attractive enough for me to think it was a good choice. I could almost see the sun shimmering on the sea and had some crazy idea it would be all olde worlde and good for chilling out in – till I drove through the town. Not sure why, but I couldn’t get out fast enough. Yet it was not too shabby and had enough history to appeal. Odd, really. I’d been so psyched up to stay overnight there too.

Getting out though seemed also less straight-forward to driving in and the sights comprised small industrial estates and some pleasant houses. Not sure what happened to the seafront as I headed in its signposted direction but spotted nothing. Can still recall either a slight panic or sense of urgency trying to find the exit. Yep, all very odd. Perhaps it was the groups of not particularly attractive people hanging around the roads as I drove in?

Not entirely sure now why I stopped at an Asda on my way out. Loo break? Drink break? Ah yes, it was to buy a pair of black peddle pushers as my dress was a little too short and it’s not always good to get male attention. They might think mutton. Actually, the looks I got were flattering but best not to push my luck.


Finally out of King’s Lynn I decided to take the scenic route to Cambridge. The distances weren’t that great but I wasn’t quite sure when or where I’d suddenly get the urge to detour or have a meal. Like Sandringham – which hadn’t figured in my inner map at all.

Unfortunately, when I looked at the map later, I could have fitted in Walsingham, which I would like to have re-visited. I hadn’t realised it was off the Cromer road – which was actually the original intention ie skimming the coast. In fact, I didn’t see the sea at all except briefly on the way into King’s Lynn. Or Walsingham. Next time. The traffic had started to build up and most of the road was single carriageway or looked like it was so I made a split second decision to head towards Ely en route for Cambridge.

Meanwhile, Sandringham. All neatly mowed edges, everything clean and CBeebies’ green and blue and pristine. Aside: has Her Majesty ever seen any rough parts of Britain, I wonder?

I had every intention of stopping for a coffee if not lunch but the coach parties put me off. Plus I still hadn’t hauled on the peddle pushers. Those I ended up pulling on outside Her Majesty’s front gates! Not, I hasten to add, as a gesture of disrespect, but it was the first place I could pull up to take a photo and it was cool under the trees. That said, my rear end may well be logged on a security camera somewhere as I finished pulling them up outside the car.

Downham Market

For some reason, working at BCSL popped into my head. Vague recall of doing some training for them here and around King’s Lynn. Perhaps those travelling exhibitions they attended?

One thing jumped out while up here – lack of housebuilding. Unlike here in West Sussex where houses appear to be covering every bit of green field, and spaces either side of main roads also indicated housebuilding, up here there was almost none that was visible and I certainly did look. Someone mentioned that it was true, because there was little money in it for the developers. Poor Southerners! Hefty house prices and scant space!

The signs for Downham Market sounded attractive so I thought I’d grab some lunch there. I parked and walked up into the town, only to find it had a rather depressed vibe. No nice eateries or shops, and various people around and about exuding misery, so I bought a Ribena in a café and headed back to my car and the exit. Perhaps Ely for a pitstop?


Actually, Ely Cathedral was more spotted fleetingly from the road than venturing into the centre. Not sure why I didn’t stop and at least grab a coffee but my driving feet preferred a sunny meander in the car – perhaps with the promise of more exploring once I got into Cambridge. Perhaps it was also because the road into Cambridge, despite being an A road was more like a B road, with no overtaking and being stuck behind Katie’s Thai food van for miles and miles – and it was going considerably slower than me. Tension. First signs in four days.

But I did slow down to mentally store an image of the Cathedral.


Arrived in an overcast Cambridge utterly clueless where to nest for the night, hotels in quiet villages or towns nearby clearly not practical as I wanted to walk from the hotel into the city centre – and I wanted free parking. Then, in less than a minute of having that thought, I spotted the Arundel House Hotel overlooking the River Cam. It looked a little like a town house but I thought I’d check anyway.

Parked the car beside the river and was just about to go in and ask if they had a room when brain re-engaged and I realised I had parked illegally. Eeek. Moved the car into their car park and headed for reception. Yay – a single room was available – and the hotel was much larger than it looked from the main road and had a mass of different foreign visitors, like a mini Babel. It also had a restaurant within and bar – good to know if I couldn’t face going out again. Also a lot of friendly business men attending a conference. Clearly a very popular venue – or at least it was this day.

The room was clean but minute and it was on the the fire escape ‘path’ which I found rather disconcerting. It meant another night with the curtains partially closed to stop anyone potentially peeking in. It was also boiling hot but I did not want to open the window – yep, because of  the fire escape.

Had a freshen up and then headed out, in a now very hot and sunny day, to the city centre (after being wrongly directed first). Boots and M&S – the latter a less than enjoyable experience. What is it with too many Eastern Europeans treating dark-skinned people like rubbish? Asked her to please pay attention while serving me and not start and continue a conversation with another woman as if I did not exist. But it left a bad taste.

Once out, I had this overwhelming urge for rice – and since my last meal had been two poached eggs at 8am – anything would do. And it was anything. Meaning a bit grim. £5 for something supposedly Chinese but cooked and served by Eastern Europeans. (Yes, they even run a Chinese eatery in Cambridge!) Reminded me of having a Chinese meal in Krakow. Quite disgusting. Ditto this. Left most of it. Worth a fiver to put me off rice for another few months, I thought. On the plus side, they were not rude.

Cambridge was (is?) chocabloc with young people, students, foreign in the main. Many seemed monied. A happy holiday vibe. It helped that it was still incredibly sunny and people were seated outside eating and drinking, and there was a busy market in the square almost opposite the university, adding to the general air of being ‘abroad’. After wandering round the square and  some side roads rather too many times, I then chose to have a very expensive glass of red wine at Cambridge Wine Merchants instead. Felt utterly flaked out.

Either due to sitting down properly or the glass of wine, I started to get second wind so decided to freshen up back at the hotel and then come back out for supper at Thanh Binh – a Vietnamese restaurant on Magdalene Street. Clearly I still had a need for rice! That said, I probably pushed my luck taking chances on some food, as got bad rash on neck.

Walking back afterwards, I kept thinking it would have been better here as a couple. There is something rather romantic about Cambridge. Perhaps it was the energy of promise from all those students, or just the River Cam on a hot summer’s evening?

Friday 8th July Restless And Ready For Home

An overcast departure from Cambridge at around 08:30. Yes, early! Sleeping in a single bed, in a small, hot room was not conducive to a good night’s rest, plus the room was on the fire escape path so I felt uncomfortable leaving the curtains open let alone the window. However, within minutes of heading south, the weather perked up again.

The general plan was to take B roads as far as possible, or non-busy A roads, rather than ending up on the M25 with its stop-start traffic – and I did manage it for a short while, round Royston, through Letchworth (attractive), Hitchin (not attractive), until I found myself about to drive in a circle when I got to Potters Bar. I had rather hoped to drive through Borehamwood – and see how much it had changed – but the signs petered out and, by now, feeling intensely sleepy, I gave up and got on the M25.

And yes, it was horribly stop-start – and, as well as feeling sleepy, I was hungry and needed the loo. The first exit and I’m off, I told myself. It wouldn’t be too far so the mounting traffic would be less of a problem

M&S Egham

And the first exit was Egham. I pulled up at the M&S garage and bought a lot of food to eat both for ‘lunch’ and to load the fridge. I was totally focused on trying to load it all neatly into the car, so never noticed that – presumably my rear end – had got the attention of an incredibly attractive and sexy man. As I moved away from the passenger seat (having loaded the car), I looked up and he walked past, head turned to me, almost wistfully, eyebrow raised, a smile. It could have meant anything but was definitely a Good Feeling. He held my gaze long enough to feel that the view from the front hadn’t put him off. That said, even if it was my style to pick up unknown men, which it isn’t, I felt a little concerned that I might be too old for him (had sunglasses on), so drove off.

Aside, men do find white capri pants attractive. Perhaps it’s that summer holiday vibe they give off?

Had brief pitstop to eat something in a park just outside Sunningdale, then continued home.

Slow Puncture

Somewhere on the road to Potters Bar, not sure where exactly, but the car seemed to veer a bit. At the time, I put it down to being so tired. Meant to check the tyres once I got home but, by the time I had uploaded the car, I just slumped in the bath and forgot. Mel, a neighbour, emailed the next day to tell me I had a flat tyre.

To Leave Or Not. Thoughts On Brexiting

Am Really Trying For Fairness and Balance

  • … so have read vast amounts about the #EUProject, its economics,, politics, social and cultural aspects; What will happen if we #Leave and what might our negotiating position/s be. And also what might happen if we #Remain?
  • BUT there is really only ONE point you and I should be asking ourselves as we stand in the voting booth:  WHY would we want to give up the right to kick out a government we don’t like every 5 years in favour of a one nation superstate of ‘ever closer union’ which we have almost no control over? One that will inevitably see Parliament reduced to nothing more than a rubber stamper of EU policy.
  • This referendum boils down to one thing only – whether we want to make decisions that suit us, or have them made for us – whether we want them or not.
  • It is not thinking of the immediate possibly uncomfortable period while treaties are being renegotiated but of the bigger, long term, picture.
  • So I repeat, when you and I vote, we are voting for whether  we *really* want to live in a one nation superstate run by people we do not know, have not elected and cannot get rid of, who make rules that have to be adhered to by 28 (and growing) disparate ‘nations’.

Aside Re This Doc

  • My earlier aim of putting this in a logical order has not quite gone to plan with stuff more or less spilling out at will. So it has ended up in an A-Z stylee
  • Oh and don’t expect politesse. Need to make points briefly & forcefully.

43 years and what have we got?

  • After 43 years we still stringently obey all diktats while our EU brethren pick and choose which to follow and happily ignore anything they find offensive to their nation despite threats of fines and withdrawal of grants. How come in 43 years of ‘co-operation’ some of that guile hasn’t rubbed off on us?
  • Britain has had a balance of trade deficit with the EU meaning for 43 years we have been funding other member countries and getting little back in return.
  • In 43 years, we got: less democracy; Greece was allowed to fiddle its books to join; no trade flexibility; we are less competitive because everything to do with trade has to be decided as an EU trading bloc; VAT cannot be removed from a product due to the EU cf tampon tax;
  • In 43 years, the EU Project has expanded with Germany bossing us when we are supposed to be equals. The more the EU has expanded the more problems have come to light.
  • Why is Germany in charge when we are supposed to be a union of common interests and common good. Who gave them overall power?
  • In 43 years we got a single market with consumer protection, being able to shop anywhere in Europe and get greater protection from cyber-crime. Yes, true, but technology probably would have enabled that anyway.
  • In 43 years we got easier travel – even for criminals, paedophiles, terrorists, people traffickers and any odd sod and bod who wants to live off welfare in the Western world under the misnomer of ‘refugee’.
  • In 43 years the EU has given itself unbelievable power but with no accountability.
  • In 43 years the EU has given us the kind of security where a township of illegal migrants can be built illegally in Calais with not a finger lifted to stop them. The kind of security that allows waves and waves of human misery to keep crossing oceans and sovereign territories without even waving an identity card. Some security!
  • After 43 years of petty diktats it was people that broke the camel’s back. People notice where welfare inc housing is going. People notice changes to their way of life. Like nearly a million Poles and other Eastern Europeans. Sympathy and compassion gave way to fear when the mass of mostly Muslim migrants showed no sign of stopping. And, Schengen or no Schengen, once Germany gives them a passport they can all head here. And their extended families.

According to the BBC,

  • …the EU’s chief cheerleader: easy travel, living abroad, equal pay and non-discrimination, paid leave, foreign study, cheap flights, cheap telephone calls, consumer protection, food labelling, clean rivers and clean air. Yet all of these could and would have been achieved by ourselves at some point without giving up our control of our own country and peoples.
  • Plus some we had before like holiday pay and maternity leave.
  • And most of these serve big business rather than individuals or SMEs.

Banks & EU

  • Goldman Sachs gave one million to the REMAIN campaign. Banks have caused problems to EU members specifically Greece yet have profited enormously. Some common good, eh?

Big Business Benefits

  • …most from the EU while making it harder for smaller businesses to really grow and thrive. It’s beyond me how any leftie would support something that clearly undermines the lower skilled, wrapping it up with maternity pay, working time directives and similar on the one hand and zero hours contracts on the other. Meaning it gives with one hand and takes with the other. And unions are pro-EU. Most odd.

Borders Schengen or no Schengen,

  • we cannot control our borders while being part of the EU Project whether we are part of Schengen or not.

British Business

  • The Royal Mail – sold because of EU Postal Directive 2008/6/EC, brought in by the last Labour govt
  • The EU Project forbids state aid hence not being able to help our steel and other dying industries; not sure how Northern Rock and RBOS got it though or why Britain vetoed tariffs against China.
  • The EU Project enforces competitive practices & enables Corporation Tax avoidance because the Single Market allows companies to be based anywhere in the EU for tax purposes. Juncker has form on allowing this.

British Industry

  • … may not be the same as it was but it is not declining. Says The Manufacturer: “Manufacturing contributes £6.7tr to the global economy. Contrary to common belief, UK manufacturing is strong with the UK currently the 11th largest manufacturing nation in the world. Manufacturing makes up 11% of UK GVA and 54% of UK exports and directly employs 2.6 million people.”

British Law

  • The Communities act gives EU law dominance. We could repeal it but we would be in breach of various treaty obligations.

Common Market

  • I doubt we’d have even signed up for that if we knew we’d be doling out money to an ever-increasing bunch who want to join for their freebies. Like those under European Union Association Agreement and the European Neighbourhood Policy (ENP). A European Union that includes Africa and Asia and the Middle East and all parts in between.

Common Good Common Goals Commonality of Purpose

  • Well events have clearly kiboshed these. The EU ideology can only work if everyone shares the same language beliefs fiscal views etc. and mass (predominantly Muslim) migration has revealed what members really think – and will do. The Law of Unintended Consequences has seen Schengen shelved, Western security threatened massively but cultural suicide a given now.
  • …often described as a marriage – but a marriage between 28 members? A Common Good that benefits big businesses more than the workers? A Common Good where our mainland members often bend or break the rules while we Brits are rather too law-abiding? cf Germany’s double standards creating a second Russian pipeline.
  • …can only work with one language, one currency, one law, one system of taxation, and even one culture. Nationhood, as we are discovering with the migrant crisis, is not an easy one to kill off and one size does not fit all.
  • The Common Good of One Nation may be admirable (though how does that work with diversity & multiculturalism?) but in practice our UK good habits have to pay for the debts & slack financial management of countries like Greece and Italy and the money-grabbing Visegrads.
  • Plus some are more equal than others with German exporters benefiting from EU more than others – and at cost to the Greeks. And who wants a continent of homogeneity where everyone and everything looks and feels exactly the same? Quite apart from how one would homogenise 28+ separate nations. Levelling the playing field removes all the vibrancy of individuality and enterprise and will impoverish our spirits to boot. Mass migration has shown our neighbours revealing their true colours and mostly it is not pretty. No Common Good there.
  • No Common Good with money either as Mediterranean nations are beggared to keep the Bundesbank happy.
  • No Common Good with voting either as not all members are equal. Smaller nations have fewer votes than the “major” nations such as Germany.
  • No Common Good with security and sharing intelligence as the events in Paris and Brussels have confirmed. Even health and safety and farming standards suffer for many for the benefit of a few. Just ask the Greeks Or French farmers rewarded for their inefficiency and throwing giant strops. Greece? Who would want that kind of membership? Not much of a Common Good when they need us more than we need them And they have said as much.

Cost of Living

  • With flexible self-determination, savings could be achieved. Prices may well go up but without EU tariffs, we can negotiate our own trade deals.


  • European Arrest Warrant Out means innocent till proven guilty instead of being charged for crimes in foreign courts and held in foreign jails including Turkey, if it gets its way and joins.
  • But we can be signed to the EAW without being part of the EU Project.

Customs Union

  • Technology and worldwide use of the internet is already handling paperwork easier & therefore cheaper


  • Why an EU Army when there is NATO? An EU Army further erodes independence and defence capability.

Democracy? A semi-corrupt Eurocracy

  • …EU-stylee means a European Parliament, European Council, European Commission, Council of European Union and 4 presidents… + how many MEPs? Of those only the European Parliament is elected. Plus the Court of Justice of European Union, the European Court of Auditors & the European Central Bank. An infrastructure in pursuit of the Holy Grail of One Nation Statehood.
  • The EU version of democracy is they know best what is right for all, and if you vote giving the wrong answer, you have to vote again till it’s in agreement with theirs. If you do not agree, they threaten you with withholding grants and funding. Bullies and no accountability either.
  • ..meaning they bend the rules to suit themselves while insisting the Greeks and poorer members follow them to the letter. I have NO idea why we Brits slavishly obey them.
  • The Project is fundamentally anti-democratic, bloated, wasteful and protectionist; only the Committee Procedure Treaties currently limits EU ambitions for statehood; the EU has made no secret of wanting to erode national identities in the cause of creating a superstate;

Democracy finished if we Remain

  • Ever closer union means being a poky part of some humongous social experiment; do you want the EU to decide everything for us or to be able to make our own decisions?
  • Plenty of argument for an Executive Government but it’s rather like owning a house and needing consensus from every person in your road plus everyone in the roads and towns nowhere near if you need to paper your own walls or weed your own garden!
  • Increasing influence of European courts and the growing impact of human rights laws… we will not have had any say in who is changing our laws;
  • Individualism will out; it’s not left v right, this is about democracy and being in control or waiting to be controlled by an outside organisation with no concerns about our needs and wants;
  • One Size Does Not Fit All; Political interference in local affairs; Ponzi-like EU benefiting the bigger players to detriment of poorer countries;
  • Remain = carte blanche that all is okay and no reform needed;
  • Still subject to an unelected EU commission new laws every day

Divorce Terms > Lisbon Treaty Articles 50 & 8

  • Article 50 defines the terms of exit – but plans cannot be properly formulated pre this and it could take 2 years before we actually put in our notice. Even then it could be waived or the basis for other negotiations. So, yes, a period of uncertainty. But Article 50 also means continuing full access to the Single Market for 2 years, possibly longer. So minimal disruption.
  • Article 8 indicates favourable trade agreements could result sooner rather than later
  • We already have common standards so negotiating ‘divorce’ settlement & unpicking various agreements probably not as disharmonious or complex as Remainians would have it.
  • Yes, they could be awkward & make it difficult for us to trade but it would affect their trade too and to repeat they export more to us.


  • Will our economy suffer if we leave? (It might slow down while trade agreements are finalised.)

ECJ & European Arrest Warrant

  • Innocent Brits can now be detained overseas without trial
  • ECJ 55 clause Charter of Fundamental Human Rights


  • “Women in the UK are entitled to 52 weeks maternity leave. The EU says we should offer 14.” Ah. so not better then?


  • Coal fired power stations were closed due to EU requirements. Time to re-open them?
  • Gas is this being phased out by EU?
  • Green energy costs a lot and achieves little and do NOT save any energy. (How does taking longer to boil a kettle or make toast SAVE energy?)
  • Wind farms cost more are unreliable & need coal backup supplies.


  • Birth-rate shooting up = environmental impact.
  • Mass immigration comes with huge impact on resources.
  • Environmental standards should be to suit our landscape and needs. We should set own laws re water and planning to avoid flooding

EU Aims

  • …include a lot of nebulous stuff like an area of freedom, security and justice without internal frontiers, combat social exclusion and discrimination, promote social justice and protection; social market economy – highly competitive and aiming at full employment and social progress; solidarity between generations and the protection of children’s’ rights. sustainable development based on balanced economic growth and social justice; the promotion of peace and the well-being of the Union´s citizens;
  • Plus Common Foreign and Security Policy
  • and more worrying ones like economic and monetary union with embassies, an army, single currency, common citizenship and even three space programmes.
  • The Lisbon Treaty  includes an even wider range of objectives.

EU failures

  • control of the supply of labour UK reliance on foreign workers (why?);
  • freedom of movement does not necessarily give us the labour supply we need or want.
  • currency a disaster
  • Putin aggression
  • migrant crisis
  • Greece – as well as austerity it has now become the holding centre for every migrant who feels the Western world owes them a free pass (they ceased to be refugees once they left their safe havens).
  • collapse of Mediterranean economies
  • ‘civilising effect’ – you mean razor wire across the mainland?
  • many of the so-called benefits either existed before in some way, or resulted in law of unintended consequences ie zero hour contracts re employment rules

EU v Europe

  • I love Europe. (The EU Project is NOT Europe which we are still friendly with and will continue to be.)

Euro -inevitably will have to join if we Remain

  • Do Remainians realise that we will have to join the euro at some stage?
  • Trying to save the Euro has crippled countries like Greece.
  • And not much better in countries like Spain and Italy
  • Those in the Eurozone have much higher rates of unemployment than those outside.

Exit Painless or Painful?

  • We pay a lot of money into the EU pot. No doubt we will be squeezed for more to agree terms.
  • But will it be painless? Initially, little difference but probably some uncertainty until trade agreements are found, agreed and finalised

Exiting Article 50

  • The EU is not under any obligation to negotiate terms until we have invoked Article 50.

Exiting Article 50 Clauses

  • Any Member State may decide to withdraw from the Union in accordance with its own constitutional requirements.
  • A Member State which decides to withdraw shall notify the European Council of its intention. In the light of the guidelines provided by the European Council, the Union shall negotiate and conclude an agreement with that State, setting out the arrangements for its withdrawal, taking account of the framework for its future relationship with the Union. That agreement shall be negotiated in accordance with Article 218(3) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union. It shall be concluded on behalf of the Union by the Council, acting by a qualified majority, after obtaining the consent of the European Parliament.
  • The Treaties shall cease to apply to the State in question from the date of entry into force of the withdrawal agreement or, failing that, two years after the notification referred to in paragraph 2, unless the European Council, in agreement with the Member State concerned, unanimously decides to extend this period.
  • For the purposes of paragraphs 2 and 3, the member of the European Council or of the Council representing the withdrawing Member State shall not participate in the discussions of the European Council or Council or in decisions concerning it. A qualified majority shall be defined in accordance with Article 238(3)(b) of the Treaty on the Functioning of the European Union.
  • If a State which has withdrawn from the Union asks to re-join, its request shall be subject to the procedure referred to in Article 49.”

Exiting Article 50 when?

  • Probably need a Commission and Minister to focus on which agreements suit our current needs but which we can move forward from that already have precedent/s set.
  • The UK would still retain a seat on the Council of the European Union.
  • Article 50 could/should then only be triggered when a plan is worked out and presented to the Council as the PM would be excluded from the Council after the declaration.
  • Nothing happens until Article 50 is invoked. Once it has we will be outside the tent so to speak though still part of the Single Market for 2 years.
  • That said there is a school of thought for invoking Article 50 straight away if it causes economic uncertainty for any lengthy period of time.


  • But what of our exports? There is the a global market to focus on which the EU has not managed to get agreements with. eg 10 yrs & still no agreement with India.

Farmers & Fishermen

  • Leaving will be good for farmers and fishermen: reclaim EU quotas and reclaim our industry
  • Regain control of our fishing grounds. Create a UK policy to benefit our fishermen and not factory ships from the continent.
  • But farmers will suffer! They are already suffering with diktats telling them what to grow or bin. Yes, bin! Remember those mountains of butter, or wine lakes or fish thrown away?


  • Loss of jobs, increased prices of goods and services, weak pound, increased holiday and air fair prices, closed door to retiring abroad, less cooperation with France on our borders, visa requirements for travel to Europe.


  • London currently remains a strong financial centre.


  • A 421 page document which I haven’t got round to reading but a flexible exit seems to make sense.

Free movement & freedom of movement

  • – is not great for the low-skilled. Over supply of labour = wage stagnation = housing shortages = higher rents and mortgages, leading to food banks
  • And potentially 743 million EU people could move here if they so wish.
  • Sharing cultures is good. Except that is not the aim of the EU Project. Homogeneity rules!
  • Inequality between Southern, Eastern and Western Europe means there is the rich man-beggarman imbalance.
  • It sounds good to be able to swan into another nation state start a business, buy a home, claim welfare and live there easily. Except EUcrats didn’t factor in how many would come at any one time making resource planning a nightmare as well as creating the continuing antagonism to even much-needed migrants or needy refugees.
  • Foreign Travel Visas will it be made more difficult with multiple visas? Didn’t stop we oldies before so why should it be more difficult for younger Europhiles now?
  • Population is uncontrollable with freedom of movement with negative impact on NHS, schools, housing and infrastructure.
  • RIP Schengen began when Eastern Europeans took it to a whole other level. They swamped our small island in their hundreds and thousands, but when the same thing started to happen to them, with predominantly Muslim migrants, they rushed through laws (to protest from EU leaders which they ignored) and covered their borders with razor wire, no doubt with land mines on back order!
  • Although Schengen Agreement does not apply to the UK any migrant given an EU passport can treat the UK as a new home including welfare
  • While plenty of people travelled freely pre-1973, there might be a case to slow things down if only because of the environmental impact.
  • Freedom of movement may sound wonderful but in practice it will kill off the welfare state (which of course big business would rather you and I paid for).

Free Trade Agreement

  • (FTA) FTAs eliminate tariffs though not necessarily individual customs controls

Future Possibilities

  • alliances with Canada Australia China, India Brazil.

House of Cards

  • The Project is already crumbling. A house of cards only kept together by fear and financial obligations. By leaving first, we are being proactive not reactive so should be in a better position to be in control. And like any divorce it is only made easier based on how much erstwhile love there was between the partners. Not a lot for us it seems. I expect it will be a PITA.

Goldman Sachs

  • The EU’s eminence grise They seem to be pulling the strings so if you do not love bankers vote OUT.


  • It’s expensive, not fully operational and probably be used for warfare as in guided missiles.

Grants & Subsidies?

  • It’s our own money we are getting back.

Green Farce

  • Ed Milibands Climate Change Act dogmatically implemented in line with EU policies is helping to kill off our steel industry and add to cost of living. And why do our stupid politicians implement the law to our own detriment?

Human Rights

  • – often mean infringements of other people’s rights
  • Yes the ECHR is not the EU but it is linked to it and overrules ours.
  • And it was written in part by Brits post WW11 yet some think British courts suck at justice?!

In Their Own Words:

  • “The Council is not legally obliged to take account of Parliament’s opinion.” “Elections change nothing” Wolfgang Schaeuble EU Aims “There can be no democratic choice against the European treaties.” Jean-Claude Juncker EU Aims “We need a political union, which means we must gradually cede powers to Europe and give Europe control.” Angela Merkel The EU should “do its best to undermine” the “homogeneity” of its member states, said the UN’s special representative for migration.


  • Some influence when we have to ask 27 others with more to come – too many cooks etc. Anyway, we should not have to ask another EU member who may not have our best interests at heart.
  • It is still possible to be a significant player even as a small island outside the EU. Our British Bulldog grit will continue to influence. Even Germany thinks the EU will have less clout if Britain leaves.
  • In the EU we have been outvoted many times over the last 20 years and been forced to accept those laws we did not like. At least outside we would not have to be dependent on the whims of 27+ other disinterested members.
  • We are no longer “the sick man of Europe.” Thatcherite reforms helped to steer us to high growth and low strikes. With business confidence comes influence. However we are not very influential within the EU probably due to being outside the Eurozone. And being law-abiding.
  • Being in is like wanting to paint your house and needing the approval and consent of 28 neighbours to not only do it but what colour to paint it and when to do it and what to pay for a tin and where to buy it from.
  • There are worldwide trade and standards organisations which we could & should have a seat at.
  • Under Qualified Majority Voting (QMV) our influence is not as good as some might think.
  • Unlikely to be a superpower again but small can be beautiful. Small can pack an enormous punch. Ask a mosquito. Professor Minford the importance of being unimportant part of global market very small
  • We should be able to veto any proposal for a new law or a new tax that is against British interests.
  • We’d be isolated. Like…. Australia Brazil Canada Indonesia India Japan South Korea Mexico Malaysia New Zealand Peru Philippines Singapore Sri Lanka Thailand etc
  • What does the EU do that the UK cannot do for itself?


  • …work for me. I am instinctively against the EU Project. Although this doc may be light on facts, practically all is verifiable with a quick google.
  • I instinctively recoil from tiers of unelected EUrocrats laying down the law from a distance, outvoting our Brit representatives and, more to the point, having, in my view, a malign end goal.


  • You’ll Be Isolated. Hardly. Still have seat at NATO, Commonwealth, UN The UK will retains her seat on the Security Council of the UN. And a leading role after the USA in NATO. Many decisions in the EU are now taken by majority vote, where the UK can easily be outvoted. We have no influence with the EU.

Jobs Protection Creation Enterprise

  • Big business is the lynchpin of the EU
  • EU migrants claim far more than Brits abroad espec Polish nationals
  • Jobs are dependent on our export trade with other EU countries, not on our membership. New trade deals would have to be negotiated.
  • CBI says 3.1 million jobs linked to exports to EU; says SMEs think it’s had a positive impact. Except SMEs disagree. We import more than we export and most of our exports are to RoW.
  • With an expanding population more jobs will have to be created but the environmental impact will be huge not forgetting the potential for social disorder.
  • The EU smothers enterprise at even a basic level eg paper rounds
  • Equal pay? I have had that all my working life. For those with long memories Pre-EU I was able to have three jobs at the same time. I could walk out of job and straight into another.
  • Most EU diktats appear to give with one hand but take away with the other.
  • Europhiles were also wrong saying we would suffer job losses if we did not join the Euro currency
  • David Davis has suggested funding a new Board of Trade specifically aimed at “helping British businesses create new links to countries with which we achieve trade deals.”
  • Highly unlikely that 3 million of our people will lose their jobs when over 5 million jobs on the continent are due to links with trade in Britain.
  • Handing over power to others makes us lose our creative skills and entrepreneurial instincts.
  • Paying a higher minimum wage is good but also means businesses might hire fewer.
  • Pooling industries benefits workers in whichever is the host country to the detriment of others.
  • SMEs are already burdened with red tape.
  • More people in the jobs market = cheap labour and who benefits? …big businesses. And politicians. And possible lawyers.
  • Workers’ rights – most of which have been circumvented by zero hours contracts, use of agencies and working time directive waiver
  • If the EU is such a force for good why is youth unemployment at 30% +in places like Spain, Italy, France, Greece, Macedonia, Kosovo, Croatia, Portugal, Ireland and Serbia – all of which will increase with Merkel’s Mass Migration?


  • European Court in Luxembourg extends its reach increasingly using the Charter of Fundamental Rights.
  • The EU is a constraint on ministers’ ability to do the things they were elected to do.
  • The only elected part of the EU is the European parliament.
  • Bemused that some Brits prefer rulings made by Strasbourg and not our elected Government.
  • ECHR rulings do not make us more free.
  • Co-signatories of ECHR are beacons of morality like Albania, Russia, Azerbaijan.
  • New Labour opted to turn the Convention into British law.
  • European Arrest Warrant exclude UK courts extradition requests. Brits taken from the UK left in foreign jails till taken to court with no legal aid or free translators.
  • The European Court of Justice is an EU institution
  • ECHR is primarily concerned with natural/human, political and civil rights
  • ECJ is primarily concerned with economic and social rights (pay pensions work hours)
  • We have lost many cases at the ECtHR and have been obliged to amend British law.
  • Refusal to amend our laws when directed means expulsion from Council of Europe. But how can human rights be universal? What is right for say a criminal is clearly not right for the victim?
  • No civil law protection from failures or criminal acts by EU lawyers re due diligence. We have Law Society. Current & previous UK Govt lost 75 per cent of all court cases it has taken to the EU courts.
  • Restore our legal system without final say being ECJ
  • We are clearly not self-governing with the Court of Justice in Luxembourg having the final say.
  • Too many of Britain’s laws are overseas rulings. 70% of our laws are made by EU so we are no longer either a sovereign not a democratic nation
  • Taxes should be decided by people we choose and who we can throw out if we want change.

Leaving & Life Outside the EU

  • Leaving is more a political decision rather than an economic one. Trade will probably carry on almost as before. We however can make our own decisions. Leaving will not be painless, but I doubt it will be as bad as painted. And, like I said, those of us with long memories remember a reasonable life outside the Project
  • The idea that there is no life outside the EU is laughable. There is. We had a good one 43 years ago. Paid holidays. Actually they came with the Holidays with Pay Act 1938. With the EU came zero hour contracts under the guise of giving protection for agency and temporary workers. Maternity and paternity leave? Our National Insurance Act 1911 included a universal maternal health benefit. Loss of workers’ rights, the erosion of benefits and a serious increase in unemployment due in part to Greece’s financial problems. But at least it allowed people to live, work and retire anywhere. Which of course they could do before too.

Left v Right

  • This is not a left v right thing. And why has Comrade Corbyn, pre-leader, deleted all his vehemently anti-EU articles? Has he had a Damascene conversion to capitalist bankers dogma? Because the EU has a Goldman Sachs thread running through it.


  • Other Financial Incentives Another EU diktat negative changes to loyalty schemes cf M&S

Manufacturing Industries

  • Cars Aerospace Banking Science and technology According to The Manufacturer: “Manufacturing contributes £6.7tr to the global economy. Contrary to common belief, UK manufacturing is strong with the UK currently the 11th largest manufacturing nation in the world. Manufacturing makes up 11% of UK GVA and 54% of UK exports and directly employs 2.6 million people.”
  • British Industries Top 10 :Unilever – Rio Tinto – GlaxoSmithKline – Anglo-American – AstraZeneca – British American Tobacco – Imperial Tobacco – Associated British Foods – Rolls Royce Industries doing well include food and drink, electronics, defence, furniture, nuclear, plastics, steel, textile, chemical and pharmaceutical… a few are foreign-owned or with international partners but they won’t be moving abroad in a hurry. It’s only been poor union negotiations that have forced businesses to move in the past


  • Uncontrolled freedom of movement means building yet more houses – till when? Uncontrolled freedom of movement means death to the welfare state Uncontrolled freedom of movement means low-skilled will suffer most.
  • Treaty of Rome meant free movement of workers not mass migration of nations.
  • With a British Bill of Human Rights EU numbers could be restricted & a points system put in place so we can fast track skilled immigrants.
  • Improved lives for asylum seekers often leads to decrease in QoL for host countries
  • Large corporations love this constant source of human toil but they drive down wages for all. Make our own couch potatoes learn and earn instead of importing workers.
  • “Oh but we need young migrants to pay for older pensions.” Assuming they have the skills including language, but people are living longer; chances are state pensions will disappear and people will have to fund their own through insurance. Plus asylum seekers and migrants take more in total package than they put in unless selected on a skills basis.

Money Money Money

  • We pay a huge amount of it for the privilege of not being able to rule ourselves fully – just to be able to trade in EU-land. That is the things the EU allows us to trade.
  • If we’d listened to ‘them’ re the euro we would be up the Swanee now.
  • Accounts 18/19 years’ saga of the books not being signed off not entirely accurate. It has but only in parts trusting fraudulent elements to put it right.
  • And grants. In 2015 our net contribution to the EU Budget was £14.3bn. And the EU owe us at least 10 billion in trade expenses that they have not paid.
  • But Mark Carney Said… beware of financial instability, higher interest rates and capital flight. Always possible but more than likely there are contingency plans to stabilise the economy, keep interest rates down and offer sweeteners to those with a lot of capital.
  • Cost of living will go up? No. Prof Minford states the cost of living will fall by 8% post-Brexit.)
  • money EU Subsidies (It’s just our money coming back to us – well a little of it it.)
  • Euro fans swore we would lose inward investment that manufacturers would leave causing job losses but that never happened
  • Funds have been wasted or used in error or fraudulently for many years by member states They have not rectified the errors or recouped the monies prior to filing their accounts. Still sounds corrupt to me
  • How much? c £55 million per day, £385 million per week
  • Used wisely? Hardly. Moving EU Parliament every month costs €12.6 million)
  • If we think it’s tight now and we give too much, staying in will mean supporting yet more poor countries who join – meaning even less to go round at home.
  • Joining EU = increased bills
  • Pound Deflating This is good, no? We can export more.
  • EU rules mean new taxes have to be agreed unanimously by all members but VAT can become law with a simple majority. Also called a “tax on the City of London” some common good! We are just seen as cash cows to our EU brethren.
  • If we stay in, the EU is bringing in a financial transaction tax on all financial transactions in the EU and it could be imposed without being ratified by a vote.
  • Wages will go up without cheap migrant labour & yes, goods may well increase too.
  • We are economically integrated in the Eurozone though, even if we do not use the euro.


  • Article 168?? NHS possibly undermined by TTIP so not safe with EU who would have ratified it under the table if sharp eyes had not read the small print.
  • The EU has increased Health Tourism and along with pandering to every non-essential whim is killing off the NHS we know and love.

Old v young

  • “But you’re old looking back.” Actually most oldies are doing it *for* our young who don’t know what it was like without endless rules and tiers of unelected bureaucracy. It is our duty to share – then, if they still want to Remain, it’s their problem and they cannot blame us.

Open Borders

  • Criminals are free to come here no matter how dangerous and we cannot seem to get rid of them.
  • But even in mainland Europe, borders are being re-imposed. Events tend to get in the way of fine aims.


  • Brit Companies Many utilities owned by European companies – how will that effect domestic fuel prices?

Peace and Stability

  • NATO (and nuclear weapons) keep the peace. Merkel, Juncker, Hollande and co seem to be doing their best to create a new world war. Massive demographic changes are now inevitable due to EU’s continuing ineptness.
  • Forced integration and unsustainable migration at even more unsustainable levels = rise of far-right Some now believe European military conflict is inevitable. So much for the EU Project maintaining the peace.
  • Political/monetary union is not necessary to keep the peace. If anything it is more likely to cause wars.

People/Ex-Pats/Pensions/Voting Rights etc

  • Pensions go further in some of the poorer, warmer EU states. No reason for things to change apart from extras like winter fuel allowance and so on.
  • They’ll probably be invited to take up Britcit. If not will be given a reasonable time frame to return. I imagine the same will apply for Brits abroad – though many have been out of the country for longer than the EU has existed.
  • Of the 4.5m Brits living abroad, c1.3m live in Europe. Will they become illegal immigrants overnight? Will they have to pay for healthcare? While anything is possible, it’s unlikely as most Brits pay into the economies of the countries they are in. Plus what they can do we can do back with bells on. And there are considerably more of them (3m) in the UK. So unlikely to see much change.
  • Hugely unlikely any will be deported. If everyone deported their illegals, the markets would panic.
  • And having lived in a country for a number of years Brits will have ‘acquired rights’ based on the Vienna Convention of 1969
  • They wouldn’t lose their homes but they might have to pay more taxes. But then if you own 2 homes, you can afford it!


  • … and stats. Arguments grind to a halt when perception meets stats. Most people make decisions based on feelings no matter what stats may say.
  • ‘Leaving the EU would risk lots of the rights at work we all rely on – like paid holidays and breaks, parental leave, health and safety and equal treatment for part-time workers.’ Frances O’Grady TUC Gen Sec <<Some of those pre-date the EU so clearly not true.

Why a Political Body?

  • Good legislation could & should be created through mutual cooperation between nations not a Superstate Political Body.
  • We joined a Common Market, a free trade area,– not a political union. We cannot even agree with opposing views on this island where we share space and culture, so why on earth would we – could we – do with 27 (and probably more) totally disparate countries?

Post Brexit Benefits in Short/Longer Term

  • PwC report economic growth will be higher in the long term if we leave the EU because higher costs through taxes and regulatory compliance make us less competitive than we should be.
  • Post-Brexit the UK will automatically save £12bn net per annum in EU membership fees
  • Open Europe has calculated that the most wasteful 100 EU regulations cost over £33bn each year
  • Regulations can be kept or dumped if they benefit trade and prosperity. The EU affects our economic growth negatively between 4-12%.
  • The CBI, an EU Project cheerleader, got it wrong – very wrong – about the euro.
  • Despite presumed uncertainty, Avon and Boeing are putting their faith in Britain. Even the Pentagon is with its new European Intelligence Centre in Northamptonshire.
  • A post-Brexit prediction: even if Remain wins the vote, I think the EU Project is going to collapse. There is usually some pesky unknown that brings things crashing to a halt.
  • Post-Brexit Timescales likely to be 2 years so also unlikely to see any big changes on 24th
  • Post-Brexit we would be Europe’s largest export market, worth at least £289 billion.
  • Post-Brexit Will leaving solve all ills? …probably not but will make it easier to keep our politicians in check. At the moment they can blame their spinelessness on the EU
  • Post-Brexit Focus on RoW Trade Targets US, Canada, China, India
  • Post-Brexit Made in Britain to counter poverty of spirit which is the real EU inheritance.

Pre-EU – *we* did/had/created

  • Holidays with pay came courtesy of the 1938 Pay Act
  • We created the NHS, state pensions, welfare state, trade union movement
  • We even passed the Equal Pay Act in 1970


  • are full we can’t deport non-EU criminals or even to send EU criminals to prisons in their homelands

Procurement Laws

  • Not hamstrung by rules on technology/innovation


  • Terrible name but very effective as an insult. We are all part of a ‘project’ that in less than 50 years has built up to the mess we read about every day and will read even more about in the coming months and year if we Remain.

Quality of Life

  • Leaving the EU Project is about so much more than trade. It’s about quality of life, it’s about our history and pride in our achievements as an island nation.
  • …is more important than just an increasing pay packet. With the EU and TOO MANY PEOPLE that will never happen simply because of their impact on resources, space, the environment and so on…
  • Good neighbours are great until they want more land, more parking and so forth. Our EU neighbours are no different as recent events have shown. Anyway most of our EU neighbours are erstwhile communists, fascists and/or Nazis They don’t really understand what democracy is.


  • We need to present a case to EU to modernise and use digital technology for our own railways.


  • We haven’t managed to change it inside in 43 years so may have more luck outside turning it back into a Common Market – but this time one that doesn’t hurt Third World countries
  • “Ah but the EU can be changed.” Clearly not – and it’s getting worse. Ask Greece.


  • If nothing else, it will be seen as carte blanche for further integration
  • To Remain/In is all about fear – and I am a ‘face your fears’ kind of person’.


  • ECHR gives rights to migrants & criminals that border on the insane for a country’s health & security.


  • EU diktat re dredging and being forced to build thousands of new houses…


  • Between 15 & 50% of UK legislation comes from the EU.
  • These laws are irreversible – unless repealed by the EU itself.
  • Employee rights? You mean the ones that came wrapped in zero hours contracts?
  • EU policies include telling us what to eat, how to grow our vegetables, what to teach, lighting to use..
  • EU Regulations pass directly into UK law. No Parliamentary discussion, Bill or voting is necessary.
  • EU Rules are irreversible ie ‘ratchet’
  • Even Remainian Stuart Rose says EU is “maddening…bureaucratic…and sluggish.”
  • Big business uses EU rules to crush competition
  • Under EU laws the UK cannot take its seat at the WTO
  • National Health Service must comply with the Working Time Directive
  • Paid holidays? (The Holidays Act came before we were part of the EU)
  • EU trading block is a protectionist block
  • Retailers are affected by the Agency Workers’ Directive.
  • Some rules are good but many are daft or annoying – way too many to list them all – taken to the extreme making them either more ridiculous than ‘straight bananas’ or a recipe for social chaos.
  • The EU cutting bureaucracy is an oxymoron. It exists IMHO to create hurdles and red tape.
  • Any good rules would have been implemented here in time.


  • In 2015 the UK contributed £13 billion to the EU budget, and received £4.5 billion in return. Science might well get much more in grant from our net contribution of £8.5 billion a year to Brussels.


  • Sabre-rattling. Unlikely it will leave the Union. Oil prices are plummeting and Scotland can no longer rely on North Sea oil. Fracking, if it happens, will kill it still further.


  • Security a benefit? How does that factor in the waves and waves of human misery and entitlement pushed their way through border after border with no checks at all as they head for their personal utopias?
  • Brussels, France, Sweden, Germany … all have areas that even the law cannot control
  • Easy travel via Eurotunnel or illegally climbing into lorries brings them straight into London – yep, some security!

Single Market inc Norway

  • We can be like Norway which can be in and also join other alliances against the EU. It controls its immigration and have trade talks with other non-EU nations. On virtually every level it has its cake and it can eat it.
  • Yes, sure it pays to be a member of the club. But nothing as much as the EU’s ravenous greed demands. And it cooperates with Interpol.
  • So Brexit does not mean leaving the single market.
  • Special Benefits
  • All those labour rights and entitlements we had before in some way and could be tweaked to meet current standards. ie none a gift from the EU. Pensions can and have been picked up from anywhere and will continue as such – well as long as pensions exist. With such a massive rise in population, who knows?
  • Sharing of vital information can still continue and with the internet there is no need for it not to. So why need a political union to do so?
  • Catch-22 re privacy laws as rising terrorist threats will make some kind of surveillance inevitable
  • The single market is not a free trade area per se but a customs and political union with a load of rules and regulations aimed at harmonising the market for 28 countries

Self-Belief Needed ..

  • ..but also some continental guile, no more going above and beyond the legal parameters
  • Britain is the fifth largest economy, we have brilliant armed forces, more Nobel Prizes than any other European country (do we?), world-class universities and a fighting spirit – probably why our EU brethren only tolerate us and usually out-vote us.
  • The EU needs us folks!. We have a 14 per cent share in their bank, underwrite their debts, are a major intelligence provider, we import £90bn more than we export to them. We take practically all their low-skilled unemployed.
  • Our cost of our living will drop a lot because we can buy cheaply from a global market.
  • Any tariffs they impose on us we could double back on them – which would hit them harder so it’s doubtful they would be so stupid.


  • Post-Brexit we need to re-discover our self-sufficiency in key industries

Small Govt

  • allows us to formulate our own policies inc energy etc
  • leaving = one less layer of government
  • means our vote might actually mean something


  • Ask yourself: Do you want someone unaccountable making rules and enforcing them on you but you cannot ever vote them out?
  • Parliamentary sovereignty has been reduced due to the dual impact of EU law and the ECHR
  • We might be controlled by multinational corporations and bankers But EU is in hoc to them whereas we could still be a small thorn in their sides.
  • EU Commissioners are NOT elected. There are 750 MEP representing a European population of 503 million people. A lot of power in the hands of few people. And we cannot vote them out.
  • Sovereignty may not be totally all it’s cracked up to be but we would still have more control than under the EU regime.
  • Not a right or left or centrist referendum but one of making our own rules to suit our country and its peoples and which we cannot do that while the EU dictates terms.
  • By voting to remain you are voting for the EU party.


  • “EU gives up stability,” Events, etc…

Stronger Together

  • Till push comes to shove then national interests take precedence despite Commission threats. In my book being self-centred is not a good basis for working together let alone being ‘strong together’.


  • … is their stated aim. However those pesky nationalists are making that difficult – and that is not including the even peskier Brits who are never happy with the EU Project.
  • Do I want to be part of an EU Superstate? (No)
  • EU laws overrule the parliaments of member states with a Commission, Parliament and 4 European Presidential posts


  • one of the planks of Britain’s membership, agreed in 1972, that any question involving the EU must go to Luxembourg, to be adjudicated by the European Court of Justice.

Surviving Outside EU

  • We did before and we will again.
  • The EUzone is struggling with migration, a sluggish economic growth.
  • Yes there will be some disruption to trading but civil servants no doubt have had a fallback plan in place to minimise that.


  • The cost of living should fall still further without EU VAT tax.

Technical age

  • innovation trade everything easier
  • Technology? EU juggernaut impedes progress while technology makes it easier.


  • Yes we have home-grown jihadis but Merkel’s Mass Migration has almost certainly increased instability, lower standards of living – all fuelling terrorism.


  • The EU negotiates trade on our behalf whether we want it to or not.
  • It’s time-consuming, inflexible, expensive & invariably does not meet our real needs.
  • We already have a place on the global stage. The UK is the 5th largest economy in the world and is a standing member of numerous global forums such as the G7, G8, G20, UN Security Council.
  • A free trade agreement (fta) like that with Columbia and Canada sounds like something to aim for. And it would also allow us to trade with the US.
  • Access to EU markets would stay. They have too much to lose. Besides the WTO has banned punitive tariffs.
  • Time to focus on quality not quantity. The environment will also thank us. Trade treaties prevents us from doing so on our own.
  • Trade via single market would not mean having to accept EU immigration or pay them vast amounts. They need us to buy from them. Yes there would be some tariffs and regulations but we’d be back in the negotiating seat as opposed to letting EUcrats do it for us and we’d save over £6billion pa
  • We are successful despite the many obstacles the EU puts in our way.
  • We are trading more with the RoW and should build on that.
  • We buy more from EU members than they buy from us
  • Trade is better than aid. And aid often goes to support the corrupt.
  • We have a trade goods deficit with the EU at least 7.6 billion pounds so have a reasonable hope for getting the FTA
  • We thrived as a trading nation for over 400 years
  • Instead of the EU negotiating with WTO on our behalf we would get that right back
  • 90% of world trade and growth will come from outside of the EU says EU council.
  • The Common Customs Tariff is a barrier to trading freely.

Trade Agreements

  • But EFTA will still mean freedom of movement. Not for Canada or Switzerland. They can force us. Why? We buy so much from them why would they?
  • EU Trade Agreements help us. But penalise third world countries.
  • We can opt for post-Brexit and STILL pay less in contributions, if we are hit with vengeful tariffs. And of course we could do the same in return since we buy much more from ‘them’ than they buy from us. Our trade is increasing to the RoW and decreasing to our EU brethren.
  • Anyway the Lisbon Treaty requires cooperation with neighbouring countries
  • As 5th biggest economy in the world we can and should create a model to suit our needs.
  • Trade potential = 88% of the globe that is not the EU.
  • Australia can have free trade with the US, so why can’t we? South Africa, Switzerland, Canada & South Korea also have free trade agreements with the EU.
  • Many mega corporates that have invested in Britain have stated that Brexit will not change anything
  • Competition is good. It makes us more flexible and hungrier.
  • EU competition rules prevent member states governments from assisting industries that are in trouble like cars, steel, shipbuilding, airplanes, engine production.
  • Countries where the EU has no FTAs US, India, China, Japan, Australia, New Zealand
  • EU has contributed to the destruction of British trade inc fishing industry
  • Disentangling existing trade agreements regulatory trade barriers would be a problem if we just repealed the ECA 1972
  • All businesses have to obey EU rules even if they trade predominantly with the RoW
  • Leaving would be a gain in control.
  • Some large companies favour remaining because of protectionist practices.
  • More likely aim for a single trade agreement covering all other 27 members rather than individual ones.
  • EU Trade imbalance works in our favour. Importing gives us power. We are the EUs biggest trading partner. We have excellent buying credentials.
  • In the last 10 years the EU has secured only 2 free trade agreements with the rest of the world
  • Trade is guaranteed because we’ve signed up to EFTA, the EEA, GATT & other trade agreements
  • Trade is not free as we pay a daily huge amount for the privilege of belonging – before all the other added extras
  • We are selling more to RoW so can disentangle expensive ones even if it risks EU sales
  • Least option of WTO agreement would still be less than the savings in contributions
  • Mainland Europe trade is convenient but not vital to our economy in the longer term.
  • Nearly 60% of Britain’s exports go to other EU countries
  • Negotiating trade agreements … is like chucking 28 balls in the air and hoping ours hits the mark.
  • No more asking permission to go after business opportunities.
  • Existing FTAs can & should be used as basis for negotiating an agreement that suits us not for blindly accepting whatever agreements are available.
  • What we have to offer is the best financial hub in the world with quality goods and services.
  • Our business leaders have or are experienced trade negotiators, so we can make stronger trade deals with other nations. They will have to work with the Foreign Office whose skills may be in other areas
  • We are the European, if not the world, leaders in so many sectors of the 21st-century economy; not just financial services, but business services, the media, biosciences, universities, the arts, technology…
  • Out of the EU we can join/form a Commonwealth Trade Agreement
  • Trade protectionism hurts poorer countries while increasing bureaucracy.
  • Successful businesses create jobs – not the EU

Tariffs on Goods

  • Three quarters of all the UK’s economic activity is in the services sector yet trade agreements do not include them.
  • …unlikely to happen with global trade agreements more commonplace now. They could also hurt their own people rather than ours.
  • There are no tariffs on services


  • may have appeared to be easier and cheaper but with millions taking advantage – plus illegals trying to pull a fast one, travel is not the pleasurable pursuit I used to love.
  • Ryanair boss usually out to make a fast buck says there will be little change to air travel.
  • Yes it’s easier but in these high security times a bit of border control wouldn’t come amiss.
  • People have been living abroad since way before the EU was thought up. They just had a job to go to or money to live on and had to show their papers to the equivalent of local council offices. Probably not such a bad thing to stop welfare migrants.
  • Live abroad? You won’t have to leave. And we won’t get rid of any living here (yes I know some of you would like a clean sweep but it ain’t gonna happen!)
  • Travelling when we feel like it We already have to show passports. Ditto EU visitors. Doubt there will be any changes as visa-free arrangements are in place with many countries.

Two-speed Europe

  • If Britain stays in and demands exemptions ie euro and Schengen, our influence such as it is would fall even further as trade would favour the Eurozone first.


  • Disastrous for Ireland? How?
  • Scotland would leave the UK? Doubt it – the Scots are nothing if not pragmatic when push comes to shove.


  • Yes – for both sides – especially with big changes on mainland
  • …inevitable for a period as treaties need to be unpicked and re-negotiated

United States of Europe

  • Even without the totally different cultures and ways of living, there is the issue of language.
  • We won’t become the 51st State of the USA either which seems to be a reason for remaining for some

US dominance

  • The EU seems to be helping US big business inc with TTIP which they tried to slip in under the radar.


  • UK contributions this year 11% of the EU’s budget £4.6 billion

Visa-free travel?

  • Never stopped fun travel Even single women travelled alone across the Middle East.

What else have we ceded?

  • Sovereignty, defence, security, energy, justice legal and even Parliament (so what the heck are we paying those useless oafs yet more to do?)


  • cannot cope now and significant changes are overdue or it will collapse altogether
  • Our very generous non-contributory welfare – and for extended families and their families
  • The welfare state was never intended to support Uncle Tom Cobley & all for life.


  • I loathe them, full stop. Ugly, not cost-effective, kill birds and animals and possibly other side effects on humans yet to be recognised.

Working Together

  • Why do we need a political union in order to work together for the common good? Surely we should do that anyway?

Young people

  • …know only life in the EU; they’re told we would be isolated, can’t travel, take jobs abroad, move to live in other countries etc. Untrue. We oldies have done that and people before us have done all those and in conditions far worse than now.
  • The young in the UK have NEVER known an independent Britain but have been force-fed tales of our awfulness, grabbing resources, colonialism and so on. Probably true in parts, but that was then. We have paid our dues.

Snapshots of Israel

Re Snapshots

October 2015

I am a passionate supporter of Israel and always will be. Like my other snapshots, this is not an article – just observations from my holidays – in this case, Israel in 1999. There are a lot of references to God and holy-type vibes because that is precisely why I went – to get a sense of the Holy Land and hopefully get some mystical ‘feedback’. Not entirely successfully as you’ll read.

Why didn’t I type them up at the time as I usually did for my Ma? Probably misplaced loyalties and the hyper-critical tone of said observations. Anyway, here they are, minimally edited – showing my many flaws and all. Meaning I really was grumpy and over-critical, so forewarned and all that!

23/8/1999 Renaissance Lobby Tel Aviv Monday


Long journey but God was listening. The twitching woman sitting next to me moves and I have an empty seat next to me for the entire trip. A Medusa  however sits in front with his (yes) snakes overhanging the video screen. I am stroppy. He is polite and moves them.

The immigration/ passport control is appallingly crowded and as disorganised as Los Angeles. Try not to let intense heat bowl me over.

Outside, Unitours are wonderfully efficient and suddenly I begin to enjoy myself despite being caught in the rush hour. The hotel is right on the beach and splendidly cool – typical  four star business variety rather than ultra-special.

Israelis are really ‘in your face’. It’s just as well that I like them and understand otherwise the rudeness would be appalling. The Arabs on the other hand show enormous charm and concern – even if it is hypocritical.

Am still very sleepy and still have a slight headache with nausea. Could be due to the changing nature of the first few days: four different hotels in four days … till Jerusalem.

Trying to ‘think God’ to avoid negative influences but the crowding of personal space is making me narky. Like being vamped.


He’s still picking up people from various hotels…will be seven tomorrow. So far two middle-aged Danish ladies, one Israeli(?) woman with man who seems ‘simple’. Pullman Tours. Mixed bag. This is the naff end (of the bus). Heavens knows who is this pickup but she’s got enough luggage. It’s a young girl. Hopefully we can now get a move on. No. A phone call first. Small change in the number of passengers.

So much for biblical Israel. It’s just like any other city so far. Wednesday in Tiberias is probably going to be the best stop (I hope). Still, it’s good to chill (?) out.

12 noon

Very very tired during drive to Caesaria, even with brief detours. Finally starting to perk up. The ‘friendly’ interrogation from the Danes and the bus driver probably also vamped a bit. Actually, the other couple are from the States. It is possible he has had a stroke though some of the behaviour is ‘childish’ as opposed to ‘child-like’.

Am avoiding the Danes now because the chief questioner is also a heavy smoker. The lass with the luggage is an Australian Greek who’s ‘doing the tour’. She’s a graphic designer, like Margaret.

7pm – IN BED!!!


Yes, I’ve eaten, washed, written postcards and am now in bed! Although I am tired and a little sleepy, it’s also because there is little to see round the hotel and I didn’t fancy a tramp round yet more shops. I do enough shopping in the UK and there seems little that is ‘exotic’. In fact, during yesterday and today, everything ‘Israeli’ seemed Western materialistic with no history or depth. Even the restaurants are McDonald-ish. The best architecture seen so far has been Graeco-Roman (okay Roman) and Arabic.

I’m sure Tiberias and Jerusalem will be different. At least I hope so. Having been brought up with Jesus and the biblical perspective, it’s a large disappointment to have heat, sand and sea alone. That said, I did like Caesaria. Quite classy.

Also, I am not sure how I am going to enjoy nightlife on my own.


07:30hrs pre-pick up

Israel is like one of my sisters: gruff and grumpy, attracting like, but with a deep core of love and charm. Today, I can feel my protective love for Israel returning. …

AA Explorer explained why practically nil art and architecture: because of God worship – meaning only God. Yet the Ashkenazim created such wondrous art and music – and therein lies God.

Slept till midnight then again till alarm – back very stiff still. Also roasting hot already!

14:00hrs  lunch en route to Safed

Rather a nice place though the company still palls despite valiant efforts on my part. I paid for the Australian girl’s lunch because I’m sure she is eating rice to fill up rather than for gastronomic reasons. A one-off act of generosity as she was still a miserable creature.

My morning love vibes soon wore off in the bus with the fellow travellers. They are not awful, just not life-enhancing and therefore more draining on the spirit.

The newcomers are Canadians. Loud ones. The simple bloke with the migraine is still simple despite getting over his headache, but his wife, young-ish and pretty, seems very in love, concerned and touching him all the time. He is not one of life’s beauties so they make an interesting couple.


Safed was rather disappointing. Some good art but no sign of ancient mysticism. With its war-torn past, Israel is a bit hick(?) at tourism. The Golan Heights projected a sense of history but this stop off to chat with a callow youth from the UN Austrian  section is boring. The Canadians are gifted at asking dumb questions. It is very hot and dusty – which, for some reason, does evoke Jesus, up to a point.

My need for Jesus seems to have diminished as entheism rooted. Anyway, I’ve had enough for today and long to return home. Emmanuel (the bus driver who constantly stared at me and rather harassed me every day) keeps stopping for fag breaks (not because there was anything particularly worth seeing).

In all honesty, I haven’t felt any spiritual pull. The tour guide has not dwelt on anything remotely religious, as if to play down the ‘Holy Land’ and build up the ‘tourist’ trap. Imelda was right. I should have taken the pilgrimage tour, if only as a gesture of respect to Jesus as 2000 approaches. (2015 aside: yes, Jesus still seems real to me even in 2015.)

Emmanuel talks too much but says little of value. At least Tamer in Egypt studied archaeology and we learned something new each day. Emmanuel told me he wants Israel to be known for its progress and achievements and sun/sea/sand-type holidays rather than the religious bit – which rather defeats the purpose of it, for me at any rate.

We didn’t get back to our hotels till past seven by which time I was ready to drop. Too many detours and much pointless conversation.  A lesson here. NO MORE PACKAGE TOURS. EVER! They do not suit you. In fact, I am going to check out a bus ride to Meggido, or a taxi. On my own!

25/8/1999 Holiday Inn

07:45am in the lobby

For a four-star hotel, this one has been a nightmare. Everywhere is so unclean. The bedroom had the sofa bed made up. The lobby and dining room were filled with noisy kids and Arabs and the whole place resembled a souk. The view over the Sea of Galilee though was splendid. Stood on the tiny balcony watching dawn break over the Sea of Galilee hoping to get some good shots. Am surprised I am awake, alarm notwithstanding. There must have been a party or festival of some kind. ALL NIGHT LONG.

I took a taxi bus into the centre and found an Israeli restaurant where I had a delicious meal and got a marriage proposal. He thought I was 30. Not bad after a stressful day. Can you imagine being stressed on holiday? Actually, we all were on the Nile cruise too. We really need half-day tours with the rest of the time for exploring alone. Who wants to be with over-excited jolly holidaymakers day after day after day? (2015 aside: Yes, I can still feel my uber grump even in 2015!!)

I get stared at a lot by older men here. I mean they look, walk away, then come back and look again.

I’m very glad I never actually visited when I was Middle East Sales Manager. In business mode, I can be even more peremptory than I am now!

Postcards have gone – including one to myself.

Really rough bunch staying at or passing through this hotel. I do hope the next ones are more refined!


Peace of the boat trip with engines switched off ruined by competing ‘teams for God’. Absolutely diabolical racket with the Brazilians winning by a large margin with their diatribe and loud chanting. The Africans at least sound sweeter and mellower.

Oh good. The engines are back on. What a punishment! But at least the bus passengers are more pleasing company now. I am back in my corner seat and we are all conversing as opposed to ‘measuring-up-interrogation’ mode which I’ve never liked. I do hope we are nowhere near those ghastly Brazilians.

26/8/1999 Thursday Royal Wing Renaissance Jerusalem


Snapshots of yesterday, post-boat

Very busy and more enjoyable especially Beit She’an and Jericho. The fellow travellers were definitely easier to be with although Emmanuel’s coarse comments were a bit much for me. There’s rude humour and plain vulgarity and this was the latter.

Beit She’an was splendidly impressive and atmospheric especially after Capernaum. Still no sense of Jesus anywhere though – which was the spiritual reason for the trip. So I bought a book about ‘his’ Galilee … and discovered he had visited Beit She’an en route to Jericho.

(2015 aside: Yes, yes, I know Jesus can be found within. It was more for the historical sense of Jesus… and it did happen, btw, much later.)

The Israelis (or perhaps just this tour company) haven’t quite got the hang of archaeological tourism, so Emmanuel has a tendency to witter while providing no specifics or historical details at all. Deprived myself of sensory enjoyment by hanging on politely to his every word.

It is now past 6am and I have been up for more than an hour. Possibly because the meal here made me feel very ill, very quickly. However, my alarm call still has not come! No wonder my inner mechanism woke me!

One alarm, one partial crap. (2015 aside: Sorry about the scatological asides. They feature a lot in my snapshots mostly because I think bowel movements seem spiritually so unevolved and also because they really do differentiate cultures and places. Well, to me at any rate.) Great timing.

Tudor Rose parking arrangements have thrown me fast forward. Late night arrival and palaver with car delivery. I shall not be using them again. I’ll have to dig out the details for the ones I used during the Nile cruise.

The Royal Wing of the Renaissance is very quiet away from the noise and bustle of the, by now, typical Israeli hotel. Children are remarkably badly behaved. And the surliness of the male staff specifically is breath-taking!

(2015 aside: I really must visit Israel again, in case things have changed or I just got a bum deal.)

Oh I forgot Nazareth. As ever, we were given double time of Emmanuel wittering and hardly any to explore alone. However, the visit to St Gabriel’s Church (ex of Annunciation) was uplifting – at last. The first moment of the trip, which then got better. I realise this tour is meant to be compressed but it is ridiculous how little time we are given to pootle around. Probably because of the amount of things we are doing in one day.

Beit She’an was probably enjoyable because we were let off the leash.

Today is Jerusalem. Not too sure where we are going but it’s a lot of walking.

My shirts yesterday were stained with yellow dust caught in perspiration. Gross. Had whole bath-tub of clothes soaking (not sure why I didn’t use concierge services). All need a good bleaching on return, but I don’t fancy travelling with really dirty things. (Aside: Emmanuel kept asking me why I wore white every day and a hat all the time.)

Happily, we have not seen too much poverty. In fact, only from a distance, the Bedouin encampment.

Not sure how I’m going to ‘do’ Meggido. It’s not near and the taxi won’t be cheap. Have to check out driver for a day.

10:30 Dome of the Rock

Skipped going into the mosque. Too many peasants. Tourists can be an ignorance and a nightmare. It’s not just a question of leaving shoes and belongings with the guide. The whole kaboodle makes me feel uncomfortable. Seconds into trying to re-align, some fat foreigners sat either side of me with barely a gap. I looked up to a swarm of them so, much to my disgust, I had to move!

27/8/1999 Friday

05:30am Yes, again!

Firstly, snapshot of yesterday – apart from Dome of the Rock. The morning was spent walking round Old Jerusalem: the Armenian, Jewish, Christian and Moslem quarters. Vicky, the Australian, is also Greek Orthodox, and was getting mightily peeved at spending too much time in any of little interest to her (faith). Emmanuel, with his usual telepathy, picked up and allowed us to spend more time at both the Holy Sepulchre and, later, in Bethlehem.

At the church, built representationally over Golgotha, I finally felt Jesus’ vibes again. For the rest of the day, as the day before in Nazareth, the tune in my head was Jesus Christ Superstar. But such crowds!

We lunched at one of the better kibbutzim and I had a healthy large salad.

Mary is the bus source of knowledge. She’s the Canadian married to Stan with a taste for Burger Kings. She said Elena and Manuel had had a bad car crash last year with serious head injuries resulting in the child-like behaviour and simple gait. He is talking a little more. She too is more New Jersey talkative and less shy Portuguese.

(2015 aside: Jesus clearly made me less horrid in my thoughts about them with each day!)

The nicest person on the trip is one of the Danish ladies. Her smoking companion is a bit feisty but she seems to be the appeaser.

We stopped off at a shop in Bethlehem and bought souvenirs for all family. I treated myself to two cheapish pairs of pretty earrings, then en route home found a black sapphire missing from my ‘job’ ring. Wasn’t overly bothered – I can always buy another. However, I did remove them all, just in case. After the Dead Sea Scrolls – in the Israel Museum – I got dropped off near the Yehuda Mall, which we noticed previously at Vicky’s drop off. The others, bar Elena and Manuel, went to the Old City. With shops shut at lunch time and all day Saturday, it was a good time to do a recce.

Unsurprisingly, I found myself gravitating towards jewellery shops – for a replacement ring pre-getting mine fixed. Then found myself not only getting it fixed – with a more blue-ish sapphire – the ruby broke(?) – but also buying another one and a pair of so-called golden topaz earrings. The price indicates more vitrine than golden topaz …

Had enjoyable meal, bought a book, then took a taxi back to the hotel. He has given me a price for Meggido on Sunday.

After a bit of a faff, post-shower et al, I went to sleep around 9:30pm. Not bad. Except I got another call mid-sleep. Didn’t understand a word and he rang off. I was furious.

28/8/1999 Saturday – though notes do not show day or date

This morning, consciousness regained, but lights still out, I noticed the orange light flashing on the ‘phone. Another (or same?) Middle Eastern voice asking me to meet him at the pool. He said I’d know who it was! I didn’t and don’t. But anyway, it was too late. Not that I would have gone.

So what’s on the cards today? We missed the Mount of Olives so have to fit that in then it’s the Chagall Windows, planting a tree, Yad Vashem… I just hope he keeps the wittering down to a bare minimum. Not so much walking, so I’m taking my guide book which makes good reading.


Been in bed for about two hours. Didn’t go with the troops after all. Got Emmanuel to drop me off at Yad Vashem and spent almost three hours walking around the entire site – and I mean entire.

One oldish chap said it was ‘some schlep’ either way (inner or outer perimeter) – and by gum it was.

(2015 aside: while there Emmanuel and troops arrived with Emmanuel glaring at me for doing my own thing.)

Then got taxi to Mount of Olives with intention of touring all the churches and spots of Gethsemane. But the top and just about every spot up and down it was covered with beige buildings and leery men, so I took the main road and walked – and walked – and walked.

Got to Gethsemane eventually, but it was rather disappointing. Again. Israel seems to have killed off all vestiges of spirituality in its sites, probably in order to make it more secular.

After Gethsemane, I found myself in a deserted part of Jerusalem, but strangely enough more attractive. Caves etched into the stone as well as Graeco-style pillars. Climbed yet more bleached & dusty steps onto ‘The Last Path’ and up into an upper perimeter road into the main city via the Kidron Valley (aka Valley of Jehoshaphat).

Flagged taxi, short of breath – well hot, really. (2015 aside: not very good at drinking fluids so mostly likely heat exhaustion.) Asked price and got him to stop and let me out when he said 50 shekels. Stormed off back down the road with the taxi now trailing me offering 35 shekels – so I got in.

Barely a couple of yards, he stopped for a relatively attractive guy who turned out to be English – a teacher of tourism. Who he also overcharged. But my sense of humour came back and I got a small laugh out of the situation.

Back at the hotel, washed and primped, I had lunch, bought plastic flip-flops and then watched the prehistoric television. The last time I saw something similar was about forty years ago. And this is supposed to be a four-star hotel!

Then I fell asleep.

I really don’t feel up to dressing and meeting the masses again. Still, it is meant to be a break, free from stress and right now I do feel calmed if rather alone. But that’s all to the good. Prep for company tomorrow.


(2015 aside: actually my notes have this still on the Saturday page  but not sure why I wrote 06:50. Anyway…)

How very appropriate. A film called Switch about God and the Devil, and letting a soul redeem itself from philandering male – but the joke is that ‘he’ wakes up a woman. The task being to find  woman who likes ‘him’ since he was a complete toerag, who ended up being murdered by three previous females.

(2015 aside: am about to detour to Google ‘Switch’ for more info – and even to see if I got this much correct!)

29/8/1999 Sunday moved to Mount Zion Hotel at some point

07:20am Lobby – Royal Wing

Am waiting for the taxi driver re Meggido trip. Is this blind optimism?

Woke up 5am – very truculent. Clawing at face of jeweller who had removed my ‘topaz’ stones (from a non-owned bracelet) and was sort of swindling me. I suppose that is how I feel about the citrines – the ‘poor man’s topaz’.

Anyway, for the next half hour, my mind was all over the place, and I am only now realigning. Now, no pent-up aggression.

Yesterday was a full and pleasurable one even though my discomfort with Emmanuel continued.

And yet, on Masada – an absolutely splendid site and sight – I felt very unlovable, as if everyone else’s view on me made me. Apart from the height fright, these personal – selfish – emotions seemed to dominate and take away from ‘sensing the stones’.

Perhaps it is only when there is a Roman influence that I feel a leap of recognition inside?

(2015 aside: have had past life regressions many years ago and am pondering trying again.)

13:35 Mount Tabor – waiting for the church to open

Before I could finish the above train of thought, the original taxi driver – Maier – turned up. At 07:30! He had been looking for me at the Mount Zion and had even got his wife to call the hotel. So I didn’t wait for Moshe. Couldn’t really since this chap had put so much effort into getting his £87! Yes, that is what I am paying even though Moshe would have been £20 cheaper.

Anyway, less trivialism and more of the morning. After dropping his American lift off at the airport, we drove on to Meggido. Emmanuel needs to study his guide books because it is substantially more than a ‘tel’.

Although I was only there for about forty minutes, it felt much longer. No adverse vibes on the top. In fact rather nice, light ones. Then, following the set path, I descended the 183 steps into the water silo and that was spooky. No-one else was there and it was very badly lit. If it hadn’t been so steep, I’d have raced out through there. As it was I OMM’ed out loud to re-harmonise and stop my imagination working overtime. That said, there was a truly awful energy, like dark shadows trying to cling on to me.

The only time the Holy Father has been to the Holy Land – apparently – was 1964 with Paul Vl, who met the Israeli President at Meggido. Anyway, despite the brevity – and spookiness – I  really enjoyed it. My legs, however, were shaking for some time after.

The church here at Mount Tabor doesn’t open till 14:00hrs but it’s certainly a magnificent view, and Maier doesn’t seem to mind waiting as he’s catching up on his missed sleep so I don’t feel too inconsiderate – and anyway he’s got a full day’s pay PLUS!

(2015 aside: I still remember him smelling though as he hadn’t showered pre picking me up.)

There’s a particularly gabby family sitting at the one and only table here and it’s a little run-down – or, rather, uncared for. The Christians in Israel don’t seem to have put much effort into the more religiously significant spots. I wonder why?

10 minutes to go … and since they are still gabbing onto my wavelength, I evidently haven’t been as transfigured (metaphorically-speaking) as I’d hoped!

I have a feeling I left Meggido sooner rather than later because I didn’t want to pick up any vibes that might haunt me later. That said, I am hoping to get some insights into this war and judgement stuff in the Bible.

Wandering alone, a couple pass and the man shouts at me ‘Gog and Magog, English Lady’. Yes, just that. Not sure what tipped him off that I was [a]English and [b]interested in Armageddon stuff. Well, apart from being at Megiddo, that is.

17:40 Mount Zion Bar – but when did I leave the Royal Wing?

I’d love to say the day was fantastic and it almost was until Maier dropped me off. In my generosity, I decided to round up the agreed £87 (ie 576 shekels!!!).Fool!

He said that was just for Meggido! Since we only stopped off at his choices, apart from the wait at Mount Tabor, that was too rich. I was choked and said that if he wanted to charge me more he should have said so. I also said that his daily rate was 420 shekels to Haifa and I was paying him way in excess of that. I stopped short of calling him a charlatan and stomped out of the car. No wonder he had been chasing around looking for me. Probably thought I was a sucker to tap.

He tried to say Gabriella’s rate was in dollars. Oh, yes?! Who the eff would pay that!!?

Anyway, enough of the bile. Leave to God. And my Guardian Being.

(2015 aside: I cannot for the life of me recall moving from the Royal Wing to the Mount Zion – actually I can’t really recall the Royal Wing even with my notes but still have strong memories of the Mount Zion. It is also 1.7km between them so I presume I must have had my reasons for moving though I do vaguely recall pre-booking ie from England.)

This place is FABULOUS. It’s in the Hinnom Valley aka Gehenna ie Hell – but it is anything but. It has great views and smiling personnel. And it’s walking distance from lots of great spots.

So what did I see?

Maier kept suggesting places which, frankly, bored me. Like Yardenit – where there are mass baptisms in the River Jordan. And seeing camels and so forth. However, for some reason, I though Wadi el Kelt (sp) was visible from the road and I was prepared to be bored by that too, but was totally  astounded (a) by the vertiginous drive and subsequent walk and (b) by its beauty. Fabulous.

(2015 aside: have to Google this as I cannot recall it at all… And Googled. Yes, it really does look fantastic – but sadly, I still cannot recall it. Looking at yet more Google images – since I apparently took no photos of it – I cannot think why this particular experience has been filed extra deeply. )

Undated so unsure what day this is poss 30/08/1999 Monday

10 to 1 – YES, that EARLY

My watch seemed to pack up at 5:40 last night and I lost all track of time. When I asked someone, it was 7:35 and I had a salad prior to the restaurant opening. It didn’t, so I had to go back to the bar and had a warming onion soup then retired to bed.

I thought it might have been around 10 that I feel asleep but it could have been earlier. Anyway, with great surprise I am sort of fully awake. No great revelations in my dreams. No strong emotions except a desire to be home.

If I’m not careful – which I haven’t been – I’m going to lose ‘spirit’. Apart from obligatory shopping, I must tune in and sense God again. I certainly don’t feel as fierce despite the ghastly Maier. But somehow I need to remember my divine truths and relate to them wherever. I was grateful he kept mentioning it – which is why I asked to stop there. BTW – we took a GHASTLY route to Meggido. All rotten,, un-scenic motorway. All I asked was for a more pleasant drive back. He got enough bucks out of it.

Undated but probably still 30/08/1999 Monday

Nearly 6pm

From the lush to the olfactory nightmare.

Awake with a 7am alarm, I breakfasted and then walked down to Jaffa Road to find the BA office. It’s closed but thanks to proximity to Zavalin, I swapped the citrines for God’s Eye earrings. Not worth the £66 it eventually cost me so I tried to think what the watch seller told me. That it is what you feel about things that you pay for. Well, I did like them – certainly more than the God’s Eyes but the experience has taught me that the jarring feeling tends to grow.

(2015 aside: I do not have said earrings anymore and don’t even recall them. On the other hand, I rarely part with my citrines so they must have been bad for me to swap them. I have given an *awful* lot of things away to charity so guess I must have with these too.)

Anyway, the important bits done, I decided to walk to the Jerusalem Mall via the King David Hotel. There, in pleasant comfort, I chilled out for a while. The waitresses (sic) talked me out of walking to the Mall. They told me it was good for shopping, so I still went but took a bus – a crowded, horribly smelly one. And then I was there a grand ten minutes.

Yes, a large collection of shops but absolutely nothing special. So I took a bus back but then got off too early. The top end of Jaffa Street is obviously the local end, beggars, crowds – more Moslem.

(2015 aside: I really *must* re-visit Israel as I clearly need to get better memories. Plus I Googled Jaffa Street – or is it Jaffa Road? – and it looks much swisher now.)

Finally made my way to a road off Ben Yehuda and had a Mexican for lunch – reading one of the two books bought this trip.

(2015 aside: I seem to have given both of the books away or boxed them in least favoured, so won’t name them.)

Actually, I’m a tad bored, having seen all I want to and really want to be back working. I’ll probably trail  round the Christian bit tomorrow and am doing a final check to make sure there are no special bits I’ve missed.

(2015 aside: brief mention in my notes of ‘the ignorant Israeli’ – meaning I got pushed off the pavement a lot and was even thumped in the back – all by young, attractive women. The aggression was palpable and not just to me – as per conversation with Japanese couple at the airport. It was also contagious as I had a massive desire to wipe her off the face of the earth. But then I had had similar for virtually every day of the holiday which tested my fervent supporter of Israel a lot. I understand the aggression, up to a point, but I will not make apologies for it and will not be trampled on either.)

31/8/1999 Tuesday

16:35 Mount Zion lobby – for rather dried out looking cake and coffee – but well-deserved!

BTW the hotel has gone down somewhat in my favour. No hairdryers. No restaurant for pm meals twice in a row. After hours of walking all I wanted to do was eat ‘chez moi’ and stick it on the bill. Fat chance.


Off to another relatively early start this morning into Zion Gate slowly around the Christian, Jewish and Armenian Quarters, through the Moslem Quarter, stopping for a pomegranate juice and out through the Damascus Gate. Round the perimeter to Gethsemane (tiny – not much to see) and, brain loosened, found myself in a very shabby Arab ‘township’. People came out to stare and I started to feel uncomfortable. They were, however, friendly, especially the young girls who laughed and waved with one coming right up to ‘salaam’. Thankfully there was no begging or invasive behaviour.

And all in the very, very, very, hot sun.

So much for short cuts!

I had to head back to the Church of the Nations and walk all the way back up the hill on the outer perimeter road and found the Churches of St Anne – a Crusader church – and St Peter in Gallicantu – where the cock crowed – and one DID! Three times!!!

The best view of the Jewish cemeteries is definitely from the Arab township but I didn’t dare stop and take my camera out – meaning they may have been friendly but there was still a feeling of trespassing. The photo I managed once on ‘safer’ ground.

Anyway, as my sense of the ridiculous returned, I started mentally writing my guide to Israel and Jerusalem:

1.If you want to lose 10lbs a day, go when it’s 90c every day.
2.Jesus wasn’t really a marathon walker; taxi drivers’ interests and early squatters increased the distances between locations considerably…
3…except the holiest Christian sites within the Old City which scrunch into each other with great unholiness.
4.Nothing is adequately signposted and finding things requires at least two tours…
5…more so if you have an inadequate guide with vested interests
6.Why is everything here uphill?
7.What makes Israelis so damn rude?
8.Okay, well not all, but FAR TOO MANY.
9.Am I the only person in the history of the Dead Sea who sank?
10.Beware friendly Israelis. They overcharge you. And still want more.
11.But not all. (2015 aside I was very cross. Clearly.)
12.Why do Arabs like living cheek by jowl?
13.The problem of Jerusalem could be resolved by making the Old City a sacred spot for all.
14.Meaning co-owned by all interested parties

(2015 aside: doubt now this is feasible – nor any of the other ‘brilliant ideas’ I had back then to solve the various problems over there so not including them here though they were part of this list!)

15.Go at a time when you can eat home-grown avocado or mango!
16.Avoid tours.
17.Up at the crack of dawn, spending nano-seconds at each site & hours on the tour bus.
18.Learn Hebrew. All the signs are in it.
19.Very little concession to the foreign visitor, especially in the Christian world.
20.You need a real leap of imagination to picture Jesus last seven days.

Some woman keeps walking up to the window to gawp out. Admittedly a great view, but first slurping a pear, next with mouth slack and open, ugh!

21.Except for a couple of places, the stones don’t really ‘talk’ any more.
22.In their keenness to be Israelis I think some of the historical magic has been lost.
23.Surprisingly obscure places seem to have retained the most spirituality.

Last night, having stomped out of the hotel as the restaurant was closed yet again, and for my hair still being wet, I went to a Moroccan restaurant three ‘doors’ down.

There, at peace, I thought of Kushner on connectedness. Any re-discovery of connection to others gives life meaning and purpose. A child’s chuckle drawing one in. I suppose the reason I have been feeling lost is because there has been no connection, or very little. The superficial ‘friendliness’ of fellow travellers or taxi drivers or vendors is not what I feel is true connectedness.

Connectedness to me is chakra-opening whether of the mind, heart or muladhara!

He (Kushner) also talks of God without the right or wrong being outside of God. That I also believe but it is a very dangerous subject. The paedophile, murderer, thief, rapist – all could justify their behaviour as God-flowing exactly as intended. Because there is a connection somewhere…

I am an awkward bugger. No two ways about it. Passion and powerful energy make me care but unfocused it can become wasted nit-picking on a grand scale.

Perhaps my destiny is to just be aware …  No, I am meant to express it somehow, though these last few days I seem to have been in a vacuum. A filled vacuum of sensory experiences, leaving no room for God to add that taste of honey. No wonder I feel lost. …

2015 PostScript

I either lost the rest of my notes or didn’t finish them. Yet the memories that remain the strongest are those not written down. Why?

Like the afternoon I was resting in my bedroom from the fierce heat and had a hugely vivid vision of crucifixions. What day? Can’t recall now.

It was at the hotel in the Hinnom Valley. My bedroom overlooked the swimming pool but in the vision, I was looking out the window at Hinnom Valley circa the time of Jesus during the Roman occupation.

It was not the crucifixion of Jesus but of several criminals and dissidents, nailed to crosses in the Hinnom Valley – and yes, I was one of them. A dissident in general rather than a follower of Jesus in this vision. All these years later, I can still see the man – looked more like a Viking than a typical Jew, but I was Jewish (in the vision).

Someone other-dimensional appeared to be talking to me. It was a slow and painful death but ‘I’ seemed to be very brave. Dying painfully for my principles.

Re the Dead Sea: that finally seemed like a holiday despite the brevity – meaning time for a quick float – or, in my case, a quick sink with painful salt in my eyes. Try as I might, I just could not float.

Anyway another thing not mentioned, if I have to remain painfully honest, was the quite horrendous Israeli aggression and my subsequent airport meltdown at the checkout.

I was in a queue with the Japanese, mentioned earlier, as well as other non-Israelis. But the female assistant allowed several Israelis to queue jump – which I was *not* going to put up with, unlike the other polite nationalities!!!

Unfortunately, I let rip about how much I had supported Jews since the year dot ie my schooldays and was a passionate supporter of Israel yadda yadda yadda and this is the crap behaviour I get in return? Oh and I shouted it so the entire ruddy airport could probably hear too!

Anyway, the next Israeli that the stupid assistant summoned to the front was a rabbi – but he refused, ushering me forward instead. Yes I can see him now after all these many years. A gracious man, not helped by stupid people. Not sure what happened to the other nationalities thereafter as I was still steaming.

I’d like to say all ended well, but it really was a sore point, so much so that I came back to England trying to make amends for my – actually wholly justified – meltdown, by contacting a synagogue in Hove re the Jewish equivalent of penance. He suggested sending a financial donation to the synagogue, which I did, but, truth be told, the financial element also did not sit well then – or now.

Be that as it may, I remain a passionate supporter of Israel and, though it may not sound like it, am strongly against anti-Semitism of any kind. Doesn’t mean I am a pushover for bad behaviour though.

So… when am I re-visiting Israel?

PS No mention of Masada (which I loved or Qumran – ditto – despite the guide. Ah well.)