Today’s Music to keep me SANE in Isolation – The Dead Kennedy’s

I think I need perking up with a bit of American Punk. I also need a bit of Jello Biafra’s hard-hitting poetry. This was a band with attitude. I like that!

So today I am decorating and playing it loud!!

I just love the piss-take of Thatcher and the US WAR Department:


Borneo – volcanoes and sunsets. Photos.

Sailing along the coast of Borneo in the evening as majestic volcanoes poke through the cloud layer. The sun slowly sets to bathe sea and land with orange, purple and yellow.

I stared at the landscape as we sailed by and imagined all the creatures living in those rainforests, creatures now under great threat. Within the beauty is a great sadness.

Poetry – No Lives Matter

No Lives Matter


This is the West

All that matters is the loot.

We’re pawns in a game,

Under the master’s boot.

The masters happen to be white.

Their rule is absolute.

There’s a pyramid

Of priority.

At the bottom are all the creatures.

A hierarchy of importance,

Where, if you’re human,

You’ve got to have the right features.

I have white privilege

On account of my skin.

Equality is a rude word,

In fact, it’s a sin.

Racism’s a tool they use

To divide and rule.

To give privilege to one race

While treating us all like fools.

All that really matters

Are the wealthy elite.

They’ll blast us, poison us

Brainwash us

Til we fall down at their feet.

If you want to change the system

You’re just commie loons.

They’ll allow you to protest

And then send in the goons.

They foster division.

If we’re at each other’s throat

They’ll go unnoticed,

So they can rake it in

And gloat.

No lives really matter.

As long as we purchase all their tat.

As long as the cash rolls in

That’s the end of that.


Opher – 2.7.2020

Poetry – The Train – a poem by John Phillips



Come to the station and get on the train

Queue for your ticket and get on the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

This is the train, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

Brexit is Brexit, cancels Remain

Cancels Remain, this is the train

Kick out the immigrants, blacken their names

Blacken their names, this is the train

Rampant austerity, swallow your pain

Swallow your pain, this is the train

Privatise everything, this is the game

This is the game, this is the train

Even the media s riding our train

Riding our train, this is the train

Something for nothing, someone to blame

Someone to blame, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train

This is the train, this is the train

Follow your leader and get on the train


The Corona Diaries – Day 100

Well, we’ve got Leicester shut down and we have thirty-six other boroughs with a rising number of cases. That doesn’t sound like good news to me – particularly just before they plan to open all the pubs and restaurants. Six hundred and eighty-nine new cases with heaven knows how many cases undetected. I think I’ll be steering clear of anywhere!

This looks like a time to be wary. Johnson and his crew are ready to pounce – any way they can screw more money out of any given situation for themselves and their profiteering friends (how much is Rees Mogg looking to get out of Brexit?? a cool two million?). Under the guise of opening up the economy and getting new jobs, we could see a lot of protection and rights disappearing. This relaxing of planning is a good example. This is when we end up with massive environmental damage and worse pollution and working conditions. All that matters is the cash – right? No way!

There are record cases in the USA and Brazil. It looks completely out of control over there. But that’s what you get when you put obnoxious buffoons in charge. These snake-oil salesmen are incompetent. Elsewhere in the world, there are fresh outbreaks and countries are struggling to contain it.

This is not something that is going away any time soon!

I thought I’d soothe my troubled mind with a bit of Sandy Denny. What a beautiful voice from such a troubled songstress. She was one of the very best. Brilliant live in Fairport. Who knows where the time goes? It’s been a hundred days in lockdown today! It might be a good few hundred more before this is over!

I worked on my photobooks and prepared to do a bit more decorating. It’s a busy lockdown and has been extremely productive so far – but I’m running out of enthusiasm!

It was a gloomy day but when it stopped raining I ventured out for my 10 Kilometre walk up my hill and along the lane. It helps keep me sane. I’m so glad we’ve still got most of the summer and autumn to go before the weather gets cold and wet. Without my walks, I think I might go nuts. At least I’m keeping fit!

So you all stay fit and keep safe!

Borneo – Kota Kinabalu – Into the rainforest

As soon as we landed we took ourselves off into the rainforest. I never get fed up with the lianas, huge fronds, stilted trees and scent of a rainforest. It is so rich and overpowering – though the heat can get a bit oppressive. It fills me with delight.

The Corona Diaries – Day 109

I was listening to Johnson doing his cheerleading today. The man is a fool. He thinks we are all fools. He believes that he can put everything right with a bit of empty enthusiasm. Everything is world-beating, brilliant and going to solve everything – only it never does. He makes it all up on the cuff without doing his homework, consulting anybody or having a clue. We’ve had a string of them from PPE, track and trace, apps and money for the NHS. He lies about money going to the NHS, how much Europe is costing, and oven-ready deals.

None of it ever works out!

He uses the Goebbels theory – repeat a lie often enough and people believe you.

His latest wheeze is Build! Build! Build! To that end. he is pumping money in and relaxing all the laws.

The result is that all the wealthy profiteers will say ‘thank you very much’, pocket the money and start building on places they shouldn’t be.

I’m all in favour of grand schemes to get people working. I’m not in favour of relaxing legislation to give the wealthy a bigger slice. It’s a con-trick.

Covid has shown him up for what he is. When the second wave comes, the job losses start piling in and people see through this veneer of enthusiasm they will see that there is no substance there.

The three stooges – Trump, Bolsonaro and Johnson – populist fools who have conned everybody to get elected. They lie, cheat and feed the right-wing.

Perhaps one of the good things to come out of this pandemic is that their bubble has burst. Three lying scoundrels exposed as utterly incompetent.

Good riddance.

The death rose by another 176 and there were still over 800 new cases. All over the world there are lockdown as spikes and second waves follow relaxing of restrictions – but we blithely go to open pubs and pretend it’s all gone away.

Today I went for a walk up my hill under cloudy skies with mud underfoot. But it was a good walk.

Yesterday they harvested the peas in the huge fields by the side of the path. Five reapers came in. Tractors transported the peas to lorries and the lorries trundled off to the factories where those peas will be frozen in minutes. The whole business is an industrial action. They started at first light and by lunchtime, the last pea was gone.

I watched one of the reapers disgorge trillions of peas into a tractor wagon. The machine had somehow gone along the rows of plants, cut them off, separated pods from plant and, amazingly, mechanically opened the pods to release the peas. Who devised a machine as skilful as that? How many people did it replace?

The five machines worked over many acres of plants.

I have been watching those plants. The ground started as brown earth. The seeds were planted. They all sprouted on the same day. They all flowered on the same day. They were all ready for harvesting on the same day. It was a mechanical process that was far removed from what my ancestors would have recognised as farming.

So strange to watch that waterfall of peas being projected in a stream into the wagon.  In the field next door a tractor was out spraying pesticide.

There is something unpleasant about it all.

I came back and put on White Stripes – Death Letter Blues – a good old Son House number.

In a hundred years time, when everything is mechanised and all the work is done by A/I, and there is no nature to wonder at with awe, I do not know what people will do with themselves.

Covid makes you think doesn’t it?

Stay safe!!


Today’s Music to keep me SANE in Isolation – The White Stripes

I thought I needed a bit of energy today. The White Stripes are quite a strange duo. Drums and raw electric guitar. There was something raw and earthy that I liked about them. They had energy. I saw them live in Bridlington and they really rocked.

So today I will play some White Stripes.

Poetry – The Silly Bleeder

The Silly Bleeder


‘Build! Build! Build!’

The windbag roars –

A cheerleader

Who thinks he’s a leader.


His mind set on the economy

‘Bounce forward’

She urges –

The silly bleeder.


But his big promises

Are just rhetoric,

Without finance

As a job seeder.


Pouring money into the pockets

Of his profiteering


For he’s an elite feeder.


Opher – 30.6.2020