Sunny Sunday afternoon by the Thames

After a pretty wet week, it was a pleasant change to have a crisp, but sunny day, so we took a stroll by the river.  It was crowded on the bank but nothing much moving on the river, which was hardly surprising; there are cautions in force at the moment for boats.

“Molly” and crew ignored this ( they usually do! ) but they were the only boat to use the lock while we were there.

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Lies, damned lies, and statistics?

Muslim population ‘rising 10 times faster than rest of society’


David Coleman, Professor of Demography at Oxford University, said:

“The implications are very substantial. Some of the Muslim population, by no means all of them, are the least socially and economically integrated of any in the United Kingdom … and the one most associated with political dissatisfaction. You can’t assume that just because the numbers are increasing that all will increase, but it will be one of several reasonable suppositions that might arise.”

I found this in an article from The Times. Alarming headline, certainly and it seems to be endorsed by David Coleman. It has been widely quoted on the internet, as one might imagine. Continue reading “Lies, damned lies, and statistics?”

Black and white: A Christmas Story

“Sorry, Old Girl” said the Major, as his wife glared at him over the top of her reading glasses. It’s true though, he thought to himself. The seasonal covering of snow made them easier to spot, they stood out like sore thumbs. She was glad when it thawed but there was more on the way. The Major always loved snow on Christmas Day. On his short walk to the doctor’s surgery he had spotted three of them. They are taking over, can’t move a bloody inch without falling over one. Send them all back home where they belong. Can’t be doing with this he thought; they’ll be breeding like rabbits and taking over the country.

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Keep taking the pills: November Short Story

Things are seldom what they seem…..

How true in the case of the  Smith family Tragedy. Nice people by all accounts, and near neighbours, so it was with a frisson of shock that Jill read the article in the local paper. The whole family had been found dead; the police were not looking for anyone in connection with the incident and there was no information as to how the two adults, one seven year old and a young baby had met their fate.

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Instincts of self preservation.

I would like to think that my survival instincts are quite finely tuned; somewhere between cowardice and neurosis.

I’m normally the first out of a building when the fire-alarm goes off. I happily abandon my shopping and proceed at speed to the nearest exit. Yes, I know they normally go off by themselves but I’d rather not take that chance. I’m always surprised to see everyone else blithely carry on filling their trolleys. Continue reading “Instincts of self preservation.”