Wednesday 4 December 2013

Chapter 1 of 'A killer returns'

Hi readers; here’s the first chapter of my Kindle e-Book ‘A killer returns’, available in full from Amazon.

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First published on Kindle in 2013

Chapter 1 – A trying evening

Jacob was absolutely knackered. He had been just about to clock off at work when a call had come in from a cop car who had found a mangled body thrown in a beck by a roadside on a country lane and he needed a doctor to call time of death so that the forensic team could move in. He ran his hand through his dark wavy hair and ran his hand thought his short stubble and set off out to his car. He jumped into his dark green car in the car park – he punched in the OS grid reference he had been given into the cars satnav and set off for the crime scene.

He had no idea why the doctor from the Skelton station couldn’t take the call – he was much closer than Jacob was based down the road in Guisborough, but oh-well.

So Jacob drove to the scene in an otherwise idyllic spot in the North Yorkshire moors and when he turned up he pulled up and got out of the car and had the constable at the scene direct him to the body. The spot where the body was at was a metre away from the road. The beck was shallow and from where Jacob was stood he could just about see the coastline from where they were through a gap in the trees.

When he got to the body he made sure the victim was dead, not a difficult deduction as he had a gash across his chest. The body was of a man, white in his mid to late twenties by the look of him. His hair was black and he had about two days’ worth of stubble covering his chin. He was so pale from blood loss that he’d seen snowmen with a better suntan than this guy, and the body was in full rigour-mortis. Just for the sake of being professional he placed the back of his hand a few inches above the victim’s mouth and when he had confirmed the man was not breathing by placing his hand against his mouth he checked for a pulse; first the radial artery in his wrist and then the carotid artery in his neck – as Jacob expected – the man was as dead as he looked.

He told the constable at the scene, a young, tall and strawberry blonde PC called Lisa Garret who he had worked with a few times before that the forensics lot could move in and got in his car and drove back to the station.

There he sat behind his desk and filled out the ridiculously long report and sent it to the relevant people. And as usual this frustrated him because like always he could summarise what happened in under thirty words: ‘arrived at the crime scene at 19:45, found the victim, determined the cause of death as chest wound, probably murder, left the scene at 19:57, stopped for coffee and scones on the way back, signed Dr Jacob R. Roberts, M.B.’: if only.

Nothing he ever put in the preliminary reports ever got read anyway, it couldn’t be used as evidence unless there were glaring differences between his and later findings, so what was the point? Everything had to be confirmed by a pathologist at the hospital in Middlesbrough or at the county coroner’s office so it really was just wasted labour.

As it was it had to be done however so at half past ten he pulled into his parking space beneath the apartment block he lived in, several hours later than he had hoped; again, and once again he was far too exhausted to want to do anything. So he walked upstairs after taking his shoes off and hanging his bomber jacket on the back of the front door. His boyfriend was already asleep in the first floor apartment’s bedroom – and their dog – the jammy little bugger – was sprawled on Jacobs’s side of the bed. Jacob picked up Roofus and put him on the end of the bed, climbed in the newly free (and doggie warmed) top end of the bed, and pulled the covers over himself.

Jacob leaned over to his boyfriend and kissed the back of his neck, gently and carefully as not to wake him, and rolled onto his back and tucked his feet under the dog who made a comfortable and toasty warm foot warmer before dosing off almost immediately. Unfortunately this was short lived. It was still dark outside and Jacobs’s pager was going off beside his bed. It lit up and vibrated with its customary light up and vibrate routine. The vibration was loud enough to wake him resting on the wooden bedside table, even without the light ringing sound it made which was way under half of the volume of his mobile phones alarm clock.

Jacob picked it up and pressed the button to access the message that had been sent.

‘Body Call: report in’ it read.

He wasn’t sure why they couldn’t just text him the instructions to come into work but he didn’t see much point in questioning it, it was the same either way to him. He got up and groped his way to the chair he kept his clothes dumped on and got dressed in the dark for fear of waking Liam. When he was dressed again he walked down the hall to the kitchen and put the kettle on and phoned the direct line for the DSI’s desk at the station in Guisborough.

‘Dr Roberts here; Sally, is that you?’ he asked while stifling a yawn.

‘Yes it is’ the women on the other end of the  line replied.

‘What can I do for you?’ he asked.

‘I need you to come back in’ she told him ‘the coroners sick so the hospital has asked for you to do the autopsy. Oh… Also another call came in – a body has been discovered by the roadside on the road into Middlesbrough – they’ve asked us to deal with it’.

Jacob sighed ‘I’ll be there in an hour’ he said, but not before I’ve had a strong black coffee he said to himself. Jacob managed to throw his coffee back by filling the mug half way to the top and putting a little bit of cold water in it to cool it down.

By the time Jacob had nipped to the toilet and had taken a leak, washed his hands and munched down a packet of crisps he was able to gulp down his caffeine fix – he grabbed a second packet of crisps and munched them down wiped his fingers down with the dish cloth by the sink, felt the inside of his pocket to make sure his car keys were still in it and walked back downstairs into the basement car park to his car. He got into his car and turned the keys in the ignition and drove back the way he came mere hours earlier.

He headed back into work after leaving his Middlesbrough apartment, driving past the crime scene which Sally had told him about on his way in. The dark grey private ambulance which was used to transport bodies wasn’t there as Jacob past, which relived him as it meant that the body was already at the station and he wouldn’t have to wait for it to arrive in order to examine it; he might get a little bit of sleep tonight after all. He kept on driving until he reached the station, after entering Guisborough and heading straight towards the police station.

Jacob arrived back at the police station and reported to DSI Williams – or Sally as she preferred to be called: never one for formal titles, she was always Sally – except on her name badge and the plaque above her door.

‘Reporting for duty as ordered Ma’am’ Jacob said as he walked into her office without knocking. He walked right up to her desk and saluted.

‘We aren’t in the army and they salute with the right hand, not the left… AND DO NOT CALL ME MA’AM’ she said in mock outrage. Sally was in her late twenties and had dark brown hair; she looked to Jacob over the top of her spectacles as she said it.

‘Won’t happen again… Sir’ he said jokingly ‘So, where’s the body?’

‘Being shipped in – the ambulance arrives in ten minutes’ Sally replied.

‘Right then, I’m going to scrub up – I’ll have the preliminary report ready for you by two am – is that OK?’ he asked

‘Great Doc’ Sally said.

*          *          *

It was about one in the morning and Jacob was thoroughly cheesed off. Jacob was in the autopsy room, a sterile environment if ever there was one, the furniture was metal and the floors and walls were a pale green colour. On the far side of the room were a row of cadaver drawers a few feet by a few feet in size but deep enough to store a body in. He had sent the last several hours meticulously confirming what he already knew and collecting samples for other people to confirm it yet again. A young man had been gashed across his chest and had bled out: The end.

But now another body was in the cadaver draw which had been brought in from someplace just outside Middlesbrough, that city (because the people who lived there loved to think of it as a city) where they had all that groovy forensic science equipment and they wanted a double homicide to be dealt with in a small barely equipped lab in a station in a small town that the people of ‘the Boro’ liked to go for walks in the countryside, have pub lunches and sit in quaint coffee shops.

Jacob noticed that this body looked almost the same as the man who was killed earlier. A few years older maybe, he was a little slimmer and without the short facial hair though. Something tugged at the back of Jacobs mind, like de jâ vu. 

A little bit of new data had been gleamed from this examination. The jaggedness of the wound meant that his ‘patient’ was alive and restrained when the wound was inflicted – doing more thorough examination he found marks on his arms suggesting that one arm had been placed on the other and weight had been applied to hold him down and the wound had been made slowly. Perhaps this wasn’t a complete waste of time; I must just be grouchy because I’m tired Jacob thought to himself.

When the second body was out on the table Jacob examined the wound and found just the same – he betted that the fingerprints he found on the wrists of the two victims would match – that’s how partners in crime operated, they always tended to get into a routine and then they would do it again and again until either they got caught or had a falling out leading to one partner killing the other before he or she would flee.

That was if they were just a pair of homicidal psycho lunatics – if they were a pair of organised criminals then these two were rivals or double crossers,  but that was unlikely – sending a message like this made a point, but it was also a signature – and that made it easier for the police to link them – organised criminals would be clever enough to make the killing as impersonal as possible – make it look like a mugging or at the very least wear some latex gloves as not to leave any fingerprints – this was sloppy – to the extent of idiocy or two people so lazy they genuinely didn’t care if they went to prison; the former was more likely Jacob decided.

Jacob wrote up the paperwork releasing the samples to the forensics lab downstairs and went back upstairs to the squad room. It was now so late that it could just as fairly be described as early; so he sent his boyfriend Liam an apologetic text and once again pulled the sleeping bag he kept under his desk out, deciding that for the amount of sleep he would get if he went home it would be far better to just curl up here and get an extra few hours’ sleep for it. He was probably too tired to drive anyway at this point so he closed his eyes and dreamed of the make-up sex that would undoubtedly come.

‘Wake up buddy’ came the sound of Sargent Nick O’Connell’s deep gravelly voice a few hours later. Nick was short and stocky; he wore a dark beard and had a square jaw. Jacob checked his mobile in his pocket: 08:27, mere minute’s prior to when his phones alarm had been set to go. Beginning the all too familiar ritual he got out of his sleeping bag, sprayed his underarms with a can of body spray from his desk draw and took from his desks bottom draw the toothbrush and toothpaste he kept in a peach wash bag with dark green patterns on it, realising how horrifically sad it is that this happened so often, and he headed for the men’s room to brush his teeth.

After rinsing his mouth out with tap water and spiting it into the sink he stretched and splashed water in his face before wiping it dry with paper towels. He looked in the mirror and ran his hands over the short dark stubble that was growing on his face and momentarily wondered if he should add a disposable razor to the wash bag he kept in his desk.

When Jacob got back he found on his desk a coffee – from Sgt O’Connell he presumed as it was his turn to get them. Under his coffee was a returned forensic report. Jacob had no idea how that got processed so quickly – even murders got held back by insane backlog; he had never, repeat never, got overnight service before. He took the letter opener he kept on his desk and he tore the seal and looked at the report inside.

Jacobs’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the report. He read it and re-read it before he could accept what it said.

‘Bollocks’ Jacob said to himself ‘he’s back’.

The fingerprints on the victim’s chests had come back with a match for a case Jacob had worked on previously – another murder 6 years ago particularly gruesome and unfortunately unsolved, so gruesome that even Jacob, a trained doctor and forensic investigator still lost sleep over it. The prints on the victims’ wrists were unknown.

‘And then there were two’ Jacob said to himself putting his head in his hands.

Saturday 30 November 2013

Well I’ve done it again: I’ve published a book…

A killer returns:

Jacobs’s day took a sharp turn south when just before he was about to finish work a body turns up. Mere hours later he is horrified to find out that a murder case that was never solved has just come back to haunt him. With his relationship with his boyfriend under strain and a homicidal lunatic killing people left, right and centre all he can do is hope he and his partner Sally can catch him before many more people die. Set on Teesside, this fast paced novelette is exciting and has several fascinating plot twists leading to an exciting conclusion.

Monday 11 November 2013

Book Signing

Hi everyone, been a while since I’ve been on here blogging away. Just to let y’all know I’ve arranged a book signing at the Book Fare in the Forbes Buildings on Linthorpe Road, Middlesbrough this Saturday coming probably from about 10:00.

I’ll be signing copies of My Little Blue Book, a work of erotic fiction.

(Please beware I will only sell to people over 18)

Wednesday 2 October 2013

I support Ed: the 'Daily Wail' had no right slagging his dad off

I’m gunna be blunt: this pi**ed me off.
I think I’ve criticised every party leader in some way or another after seeing them on telly or reading something about them or what they’ve done/said, but 1 thing I will not do is treat someone as though members of their family are fair game to slag off because I don’t like them.
I am me: I am not my dad. Frankly my dad is an abusive arsehole. That does not mean that I am. It doesn’t mean that I can be expected to inherit being disliked, I didn’t pick my dad I got the one nature gave me, not my fault.
Fortunately for Ed Miliband he actually has a father worth defending, and despite their differences I’m glad that the other party leaders have stood by him in condemning the Daily Mail for claiming Ed’s father ‘hated Britain’ in order to tarnish Ed’s reputation.
Firstly I think Ed is a much better judge of his father’s politics than a newspaper can be, as they are after all family.
Secondly I think Ed should be judged on what Ed says and does, not his father’s beliefs; especially as clearly Ed’s father didn’t hate Britain because he defended this country in the 2nd world war. Yes, I’ve criticised Ed myself once or twice; but who his father is does not reflect in my view his ability to run this country.
In fact it would be just as stupid as asking the current Daily Mail staff to inherit being disliked because of the fact that between 1934 and 1939 the Mail was pro-Hitler (we don’t hold it against you; but don’t think we’ve forgotten).
In conclusion I would like to say a big thanks to the Daily Mail: I already said I’m glad his opponents in government stood by Ed in this in giving you the middle finger - but if they didn’t they could probably have really used this to damage him and the fact that they stood up for him, and criticised you fear-mongering guys and girls has left me that little bit less cynical of British politics than I was yesterday. It proves that they are guided by a sense of right and wrong and not just self-interest. Not the outcome you were hoping for was it?

Tuesday 1 October 2013

30 hour week: we'd get more done

I completely agree with this article: I have the luxury of setting my own working hours as I work as an author; however I know that a lot of other people don’t. Firstly working more than 40 hours a week and in my view your taking work away from someone else, working more than 48 and your being taken for a ride. A cut down from a 5 to a 4 or 4.5 day week in my view would better our productivity. We’d be less tired at work, we’d get to spend more time with friends and family so we’d be happier and to top it all off the unemployment figures would fall through the floor.

My Little Blue Book is now avaliable on kindle

I got the e-mail this morning; My Little Blue Book is now out in its kindle edition:




Tuesday 24 September 2013

Pussy Riot member on hunger strike

I think that it’s important that everyone who can spare a few minutes takes the time to read this shocking account of life inside a Russian jail.

I’ve heard this quote attributed to everybody from Churchill to Ghandi, so I’m not quite sure who first said it but it’s good advice no matter who said it (evidenced by the fact that some may people seem to have said it):

If you want to judge how civilised a nation is; look at how they treat their prisoners’

Saturday 21 September 2013

1 week to go

And here it is, the final week of editing before the 27th September release date: out next Friday is My Little Blue Book which is a collection of erotic short stories I’ve been working on over the past few months. Can’t Wait.
Will be avaliable from Amazon and other retailers.

Thursday 12 September 2013

Seriously we’re paying them even more now:

Apparently the amount of cash that the MP’s we elected to run our country are even higher now that before the expenses scandal. Oh dear.

I utterly fail to see how the MP’s can take more from a country full of broke people when more and more people are having to rely on food banks to feed themselves when it already blew up in their faces once before, and when in the past year we have had to listen to the justifications of why MP’s should be given a pay rise I for one think this is freaking ridiculous.

Frankly a new policy needs to be introduced that not only says what MP’s can and cannot claim for and sets an upper limit but also says that if any other public sector worker wouldn’t be given expenses in those circumstances, just don’t ask for it.


Wednesday 11 September 2013

Next book: Only a little longer people

Well that times coming up:

Only a few weeks left until the release date for ‘My Little Blue Book’ a collection of erotic short stories that I have written for your fantasy entertainment. Soon you’ll get to meet Tim and find out what he gets up to in hotel rooms, meet a married couple who manage to keep the romance alive in a very physical way after being together 10 years and what Kat got up to with have favourite rock star after a concert.
Avaliable in paper form and kindle

The wait is nearly over ;-)!books-f/c1x3t 

Tuesday 10 September 2013

Yeah. it does make sense for us to have small families

To be completely honest I have to agree with this: we live in a drastically overpopulated world, and 1 thing which we do not need is a lot of people creating a lot of new people.

Never in human history have we ever managed to feed everybody on the planet and here we are with the largest population we have ever had, which has been in a constant boom for the past century.

I’m not suggesting anything as drastic as China’s 1 child rule, but better access to contraceptives and family planning services isn’t just a health issue any more; it’s a survival issue.

We may have technology to save and prolong life that we never did before now but we need to start using it responsibly. And 1 thing that that means is that now we know there’s less chance of children dying in childhood than before and with the introduction of services for older people we can afford to have fewer children and know we won’t lose out on help when were older or our families coming to an end if we have few children.

Thursday 5 September 2013

This is why the economic crisis is ongoing

20% of British workers are living of a wage below the ‘living wage’, that’s about £7.20 if you live outside London. And I can recall that the government considered things like giving smaller companies a lower minimum wage and various other things which would save money for companies such as making it easier to hire and fire which would in this climate probably mean easier to fire.
I say again what I have said before and that is that the capitalist system is relent on a comfortably wealthy workforce to survive, the capitalist system needs money to remain in circulation in order to function otherwise there is less money going round being actively used to keep capitalism going. Ergo we need a high minimum wage, so that people have the spending power to buy stuff, in order to keep businesses going with the trade from selling stuff. Ergo as long as a large chunk of the population are in poverty the economic cr4isis will continue.

Beef burgers make baby horses cry

Well Tesco’s just been done for misleading the public in relation to its handling of the horsemeat scandal.
Why not tell them off by getting your very own ‘Beef burgers make baby horses cry’ t-shirt?
Purchase them online from:

Friday 30 August 2013

I’ve never been particularly religious myself, but this is what religion is supposed to be about

Whenever someone associates Islam with killing in conversation I tell them off; I've known some very kind and friendly Muslims in my life, people I've done charity work with and people who've encouraged me in the charity work that I've done.
A few days ago I posted a picture on my professional Facebook page ( of a group on Muslim’s surrounding a church during mass so the Christians inside could pray in safety and a group of Christians surrounding Muslims so they could pray in peace. And here it is, the final proof that Islam is not about killing, violence and patriarchal dominance:
I've never been particularly religious myself but I will defend people who are if it makes them a better person.
Somehow ‘I told you so’ doesn’t quite say it.

Tuesday 27 August 2013

How can hospitals be allowed to rate the quality of their own food:

How stupid: of course anybody being allowed to rate themselves highly will do so especially when they have a public image to maintain. I’ve seen the sorry state of hospital food on television documentaries and from working in care myself; and being subjected to that is the absolute last thing that will do any good and the last thing I would want.

Good food is a necessity to good health, which means nutritious food, not whatever can be crammed into microwavable packaging at the lowest cost. Considering the effect of food on mental health and the psychological aspect of immunity and recovery a need for good food becomes apparent.

Patients should therefore most definitely have the same right to good food as ‘government ministers, school kids and prisoners’ as the Campaign for better Hospital Food are putting it.

That being said let’s examine hospital funding and see how they make their money:

NHS rents rather than buys hospitals so as a result private companies which own our NHS hospitals can;

·         Charge for television privileges (£10 per day)

·         Only WH Smith stores not to sell books (I can only assume to pressure longer staying patients into purchasing telly privileges or magazine after magazine)

·         Car parking fees for people driving themselves in, visitors and staff

·         Only afford to bulk buy microwave meals rather than cook high quality and tasty food.

I can fully sympathise with people thinking the NHS is losing its perspective, especially when people are at times so bored if they cannot afford to pay for entertainment that they go out of there mind. I had a mate tell me about a 3 day stint in hospital and he saw on the other side of the ward someone who looked like he had been in for days: he looked like he was going out of his mind: well who can afford £70 a week just to watch telly?

People say you can’t put a price on happiness, well apparently you can; our NHS may be free at point of entry but the fee’s start going up as soon as that point is passed if you actually want the stay in hospital to be a comfortable experience.

Friday 23 August 2013

Bood donation

Well I have once again just been to donate blood. I am still amused by the irony that I am a tattooed blood donor with a needle phobia.

Tuesday 20 August 2013

Release Date for 'My Little Blue Book'

Ok people I’m going to be a bit more specific from now on.

The erotic fiction I’ve been working on; a collection of erotic short stories called ‘My Little Blue Book’ will be released on the 27th September.

Hope you all enjoy it ;).

Saturday 17 August 2013

Surely this man was sacked for just doing his job?

So Ryanair is preparing to prosecute a pilot they sacked because he questioned the safety record of the company on television?

Isn’t it his job to ensure the safety of his passengers while he’s on a plane? I think that it is absolutely disgraceful that that a company would sack someone for whistleblowing safety concerns. Unfortunately it happens every day, sacking whistle-blowers. The air travel company has been accused by pilots of encouraging them to carry a minimalistic level of reserve fuel in order to save money.

In a television documentary a pilot named Goss claims he received a ‘critical letter’ telling him he was using too much fuel and that a lot of pilots had safety concerns and little confidence in reporting systems.

Ryanair’s standpoint on this matter was clear however: openly admitting you have safety concerns is defamatory: goodbye. Didn’t we have a similar incident a few years ago where a doctor was prosecuted for openly claiming a heart disease treatment was unsafe? I can see a lots changed since then.

Friday 16 August 2013

And…. Done!

The first draft of my collection of erotic short stories has just now been uploaded to my publisher’s website. ‘My Little Blue Book’ is well on track for its launch in the back end of September!!!

It will be available from Amazon and other retailers.

Thursday 15 August 2013

Social Services Charging Children for Services??? W.T.F.

I think that this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever read. A British county council is actually considering charging older children for the care they receive. I think it is absolutely disgraceful to charge older children for access to social care, and absolutely stupid to charge parents for the use of social care. Yes parents have responsibility for children, however social services already has a certain level of stigma attached to it, parents being supported by them already feel as though there looked down on as inadequate and if they are going to be charged for access to services then they will be even more reluctant to seek help.

Wednesday 14 August 2013

It's the economy stupid: why capitalism is reliant on a high minimum wage

You know I think it’s absolutely stupid claiming that increasing the minimum wage would increase unemployment: Which western nation managed to cope with the global recession the best? Australia; and what is the national minimum wage in Australia? AU$16 per hour or AU$20 for casual staff. When translated into British currency that equals £9.42 per hour for contracted staff and £11.79 for those of us on those highly exploitative Zero-hour contracts, quite an increase on the £6.19 we get over here in Blighty.

For American readers; there is only about a 10-12% difference between the Australian and American dollar so after doing a currency conversion check: if you American readers were living in Oz you’d have the equivalent of a $14.59 minimum wage if you had contracted hours or $18.25 if you’re a casual worker.

Poverty makes a recession worse because in a capitalist system there is a reliance on spending power to improve the economy, if people don’t have spending power then the economy can’t grow. So if an economy exists where poor people are allowed to exist it will always have a fragile economy, subject to crashes and recessions. This means that the rich need to learn that economic stability is reliant on money exchanging hands – not being horded in a bank account that is full beyond any possibility of it ever being needed, yes people should have a reserve and money for retirement, but not to excess.

All that does is take large amounts of money out of circulation, which means it’s not actively being used to support the capitalist system. This means that there needs to be a fundamental change in the way we view money: we need to look at money as resource first and not as private property. Don’t get me wrong people who work hard should be rewarded for it. But that should mean that NOBODY who works for a living is living in poverty. It means that keeping excess money once you’ve got it should be just as hard as earning it in the first place.

I think we’ve all heard the phrase that money is the root of all evil, well thanks to capitalism it’s the lifeblood of western if not global civilisation: and who ever heard of someone being able to buy and hoard dozens of times more blood than they could ever need from a blood bank and keep frozen somewhere ‘just in case’ while clinic operations ground to a halt: well that is what is being done with low minimum wages and excessive wealth in the hands of the top 1%, because people are suffering a level of poverty in the west not known for decades, and there are people going hungry while a very small minority receive each year more than some earn in a lifetime.

Monday 12 August 2013

E.U. or not to E.U.

I’m probably about to say something that is going to alienate a lot of my fellow Britain’s: I’m pro-Europe.

In fact I’m not only pro-Europe I’m openly proud of my European citizenship: Almost as proud of my European Citizenship as my British Citizenship (I did say almost). I don’t support further integration of the E.U. and in a lot of ways I think it’s doing a bad job: I think if it becomes too integrated, i.e. into a United States of Europe then a lot of the advantages that it can bring will be nullified, for example if we have a social problem that needs solving one thing which can be done is to look at other countries which have had similar problems and think ‘who’s idea worked best’, which if were so integrated we all have to do the same thing cannot be done.

But when it comes down to it we need the E.U. Look what happened a short time ago when the British government announced a referendum after the next election: business leaders for British business were on the case condemning it immediately. Although my political viewpoint is leftist I do recognise the necessity of being pro-business, especially when the economy is in such a mess – so I cannot take the populist position of the E.U. as a good for nothing institution of money grabbers.

It does seem ironic, that someone who’s views are often referred to as ‘soft core euro-scepticism’ seems so adamant that we be in the E.U., I may not like the E.U. I do not but we do need a E.U., even if it isn’t this one. But yes the E.U. does have a redeeming virtue, and this is one of the things I’m so proud of my European Citizenship for: up until the 1940’s saying the nations of Europe didn’t get on was an understatement: in the last century Europe was the focal point for the only 2 world wars in human history and for centuries before that we sailed the oceans shooting from ship to ship – we hated each other. And in only a few decades we put aside centuries of hate and are now one of the world’s leading emerging superpowers, a leader in trying to stamp out disease and war and hunger throughout the globe, which is definitely something to be proud of.

So when the pro-Europe arguments from Britain’s political parties start should the referendum go forward please listen with an open mind to the pro-E.U. arguments before turning up to vote.

Thursday 8 August 2013

I agree with Ste

I totally agree with what Stephen Fry has written here, Russia over the past few months has become so militant against the LGBT community that I simply don’t think that they should be allowed to host any international event which could allow them to reflect themselves in good light. A message of solidarity on behalf of the LGBT community from the other governments of the world should most definitely take place in the form of saying stop by taking the Olympics elsewhere.

Wednesday 7 August 2013

UKIP at it again

Perhaps this guy should go back to school. That’s where I learned what overseas aid is used for: A few decades ago we as a species did something we had never done before and have never done again since: we eradicated smallpox. We are only a few years away from sending polio the same way with a global vaccination programme. Should we cut that programme or keep it going? Bearing in mind before you answer that dear readers that polio is so contagious and the time difference between infection and the presentation of symptoms is so great that 1 case is enough to declare an epidemic. As long as 1 person has polio in the world everybody who hasn’t been vaccinated is at risk.

It genuinely frightens me how much support UKIP are getting right now, they’ve had so much bad press for not vetting there members properly and every so often someone really crosses the mark and the party has to disavow themselves of him- the other 3 parties might be out of touch in the UK but idiots like this are by no means the solution.