It’s been quite a hideous year, has 2015, in some way or other. There has been a moment or two of joy but, my God, the rest of it has been all over the shop and I can only be glad I can put the crap stuff behind me now. New Year has the capacity to allow you to do that. Funny really; you should be able to make any date in the year the day you decide to shove the past backwards into oblivion without a passing glance and embrace the prospect of exciting new things with open arms. But it rarely happens like that.

And, as I think about hitting the sack at nine thirty on New Year’s Eve, I realise that an early night just ain’t gonna happen. Fireworks in the back and beyond village I live in? With my dogs going bonkers barking at them means not a quiet night to be had here. Continue reading


My Two Special Boys

Not a lot has happened on my website for quite some time now. And I have missed being here.

Life has this wretched habit of throwing in some humdingers from time to time that veer you off in a direction (or many directions) that you’d rather not travel in. It also throws experiences in your path whose attendant pain you’d sooner not be having to ameliorate. It’s been a year of picking up pieces and starting anew. No bad thing, sometimes.

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The Childhood Disconnect

It’s impossible not to be stunned into utter disbelief and horror that a child of 15 can commit a cold blooded, pre-meditated murder of a trusted figurehead in front of other children but, yet again, we see that it can happen. It has happened before and will no doubt happen again. Where has childhood gone? When did violence, anger, disrespect and lack of compassion become so easy for a child to manifest? It chills me to the bone to think that there are children going to bed at night with feelings of hatred and the desire to kill. Where did that come from? Was it always thus? What has happened to innocence? Continue reading


Where do I begin…?

Rarely a day goes by when my mind is not mulling over a number of issues that affect not only me, my family, the young badminton players that I coach, our country, our society, our values and, most importantly (in my mind) our planet earth and the way we treat it. People don’t have time to talk about these things anymore, unless they are involved with any kind of activist group or maybe over a pint or two. They will listen to the news, maybe read a Facebook/Twitter post or be affected themselves by something or other and to me, it almost stops there as our general attitude to living these days is “well, there’s nothing I can do about it…” and so things continue to slide or stagnate.

Of course, I’m not suggesting that I do much about it, either, but I know that I will go mad if I can’t at least articulate and ‘put out there’ some of the things I believe in, or think about. I know that others think in the same way but change needs to happen in our lifetime to the way we all behave – whether it’s the way we eat, the way we consume everything generally and the way we interact with our families, our society and nature. Our dependencies on everything that is superficial, artificial or downright poisonous is laughable if it weren’t so seemingly irredeemable.

But believe it or not, I’m not a misery, a sentimentalist or a doom-laden prophet! I love the idea of hope and change and giving. I believe we all are capable of immense and wonderful things and we only have to recognise this to make any changes that are needed in our lives – whether for our own good or the greater good. So I don’t ask forgiveness for sharing my thoughts with the world – whether they get lost in the ether or whether they are read by one or a million – as I write with the love of our planet and mankind at my core.