I can’t imagine the horrors that my father and his colleagues witnessed in the war as servicemen. But what I can do is have the grace to remember that any freedoms I enjoy in life are as a direct result of their sacrifice. I love you Dad. Thank you to you and all servicemen past and present for protecting our country and our way of life. You truly are heroes.
Just as you think mankind couldn’t sink any lower the unthinkable happens. Abducting over 270 school children and threatening to sell them into slavery is the most repulsive thing that’s happened in life time. My thoughts and prayers are with the children and their families who can only be going through a living hell in Nigeria x x x
I bought this little diamond when I moved to India in 2007 because I loved the way the sides flashed blue when I got a text and how easily my hand wrapped around it. For the past year or so I had loaned it to my close friend Francis who, to my delight, returned it to me this weekend and I quickly moved back in. I’m told these phones are no longer available to buy very easily and with less being more these days they have begun achieving cult status.
Like most people I do have an all-singing all-dancing phone on a contract and said contract is due for renewal soon; whether I renew it or not though is another question. But if phone companies are reading this they’ll do well to consider how cool past designs were before they all went mad sticking every conceivable app into a handset. If more people begin realising how much more relaxing life is when they are not constantly battered throughout the day by trivia that they feel the need to check out on the spot it may well be the beginning of the end for the all-singing all-dancing gadgets of the day.
Back in 1997 I found myself in the Houses of Parliament lobbying against cut backs in services to vulnerable people. Today while digging through my old artwork I found this drawing Which I did at that time. The picture shows me singing rebel songs at MPs, some of who listened and some of who didn’t. Looking again at the picture I realised I had drawn myself in two guises, one as a rebel and the other as someone about to be shot, hence the blindfold and the hands behind the back; and that’s just how I felt at that time.