Does December 21st 2008 (11.12 am GMT) strike a chord with you? It will. I shall be in Ghana then, and the fanatical charismatic Christian churches will be whipping their supplicants into a crescendo – if they have read their Mayan, Druid, Chinese scientific futurologists claims about this particular day. There appear to be innumerable… Know More
Of course, religion is an insurance policy. The amount you invest in praying and hymning, builds your deposit account in the Bank of the Supreme Being. It may, on the other hand, merely be an opiate to stop you worrying about the hereafter. Hearing the innumerable churches in full flood, around the house in Accra… Know More
I, like many a philosopher I’ve read, seem to have the flimsiest grip on reality when it actually comes down to it. Part of me exists somewhat awkwardly in the world of matter and part of me seems to get lost in labyrinths of thought. I’ve always wanted to know why things work. It began… Know More
If you go back a year and ferret around you will find that I support Newcastle United and have done since I was very young. There was a time when I was taken to football matches in a three wheeler Reliant by two Burma veterans! We used to stop off in a dingy bar near… Know More
Enid Blyton was recently voted the UK’s most loved author by some literary pole or other. I must have been about eight or nine when I moved on from the Famous Five and the Adventure series. Living in a council house in a village in the mining districts of south Durham, I suppose the books… Know More
Look at all those happy smiling oriental faces, the colourful costumes, the delightful dancing, the precision marching, the fireworks, the buildings, the sheer scale of inventive entertainment…China is such a lovely place, isn’t it? Now, let’s get this straight, I love sport. Some world shattering events in Beijing misted my eyes. But I am a… Know More
Those of you who are regular readers of this weekly blog will know that I spend time in both Ghana and France during the year. This toing and froing is punctuated by management consultancy work in the UK, or the little I restrict myself to these days. Currently I am in France in my Pyrennean… Know More
Back in the sixties when Timothy Leary held an influential sway on new social possibilities and we wore Loons and mini skirts to advertise it, we also brushed against religion with our growing, mystical wings. The influence of Alan Watts’ Zen translations was strong on me. I remember an aphoristic question of the time, or… Know More
It is said that the beat of a butterfly’s wing may eventually precipitate a hurricane, ten thousand miles away. Everything is connected. Similarly, the food thrown away by the average family in some parts of the world, now results in the deaths of families at similar distances removed. However you examine it, life is being… Know More
In the 60s when I started work, there was a kind of hemp-stained anarchic change in the air. Having been in both Paris and London in 1968 and witnessed and to some extent been part of the student revolution; on the run from French and Belgian police in the former and participating in sit-ins in… Know More