When you are getting old and grumpy and you ache a lot it’s hard not fall out with people however much you try. Well that’s my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Here is a new song:

All the devils are here

Because truly they are. . In the end we can’t make people like us or love us or even just stop them hating us can we. Also a lot of people don’t like it when we decide to do the things we want to rather than the ‘sensible’ things they think we should.

Migrant/Refugees/Asylum seekers.

You have to be desperate to get in an overloaded and possible leakey inflatable and cross one of the most congested seaways on the planet. The boats are now often over capacity so it is amazing people don’t drown before they have got halfway across. “The number of migrants per boat varies but is generally increasing, with the average for 2025 currently around 59 people per boat, though some boats have been recorded with over 100 migrants. In 2024, the average was 53 migrants per boat, and a record 98 migrants were on a single boat in October 2024. ” Getting on a rubber dingy that full is a real act of desperation, more so than ever with nature and amount of commercial shipping passing through the channel. So all you weekend warriors outside hostels (they are not really hotels anymore) would you take that chance for nothing? Would you thread your way across between oil and LPG tankers and container ships as high as blocks of flats that could send you straight to Davy Jones locker in an instant just like swatting a fly? Thought not. Still Football seasons starting soon though so all will be well.

It’s all fine here really, it is….

What do you do when there is something your are desperate for that is tantalisingly close and almost within reach but you know if you reach out to grab it everything might fall apart? That’s the place I find myself at presently. I am not sure how I got here but I am stuck and distracted again.