“Drones kill ‘British’ Terror Suspects in North West Frontier

A few days earlier there was another headline about drones killing nine German Terror suspects…then we read that Abdul Jaber/Mohammed Yaseem/ Jalil Al Khalili etc., etc. have been identified as having been wiped out (successfully).
Why does the media persist in referring to these individuals as British/Germans/Europeans, when quite clearly they are Dual Nationals owing their allegiance to a state other than the European state which they seek to attack?
What is the UK government’s position vis-a-vis their continuing to hold British nationality, following evidence of their treasonable activities? Please don’t tell me that their citizenship can’t be revoked and they cannot be returned to their countries of origin, for fear they will be tortured/maltreated/disciminated against.
Whom do we have to thank for that piece of legislative twaddle?

Apologies for the disappearance of my post entitled “Stupid?”

Apologies for the disappearance of my post entitled “Stupid?”

Yes, I deleted it myself. Unusual for me to do so but I felt that some of the comments were not acceptable. I quote the rules of this site below:

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Boadicea’s Chariot aims to comply rigorously with the WordPress Terms of Service – after all, WordPress will shut us down if we don’t, so it makes sense.   Other than that, Boadicea’s Chariot expects all contributors to adhere to conventional standards of behaviour and debate.   As a general guide, “play the ball, not the man”.   Posts and comments which are ill-mannered or resort to personal abuse will be removed.

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Anyone is welcome to become an author in Boadicea’s Chariot. Authors whose posts do not accord with conventional standards of behaviour and debate will be removed.

I would ask that in future when commenting on any of my posts that these guidelines should be borne in mind.

My apologies to those who made some interesting and pertinent comments on the subject of my post.

Hebridean Humour

Two weeks ago, I was visiting my roots. One side of my ancestry is Lowland, East Neuk of  Fife for as many generations as we have been able to trace to date.  The other side is Easter Ross, but, two generations back, it seems that we came out of the West from Lewis or Harris.  As part of my 60th birthday celebrations, my close friends funded my first trip to the Outer Hebrides.

I was, of course, 60 in October last year, but the blood of the islands runs true in me and I did not get around to organising the trip until late September of this year.  Totally unforgettable. The weather was dreadful, the scenery was spectacular, the various golden eagles, sea eagles, herons and seals were glorious and the people were  memorable.

On the second day at lunchtime, we were right on the southern tip of Harris,  looking out towards Skye and North Uist.  We drove past a hotel which looked like it had closed for the season, but tried it anyway. It turned out to have one more day to go and they were happy to make us lunch. Continue reading “Hebridean Humour”

What Motivates You?

A couple of days ago someone posted a blog on MyT in which it was claimed that only fools write without being paid. As a compulsive writer for many years, I had to confess to foolery. I was firsts published in 1959, an article in ‘The Miner’, but it was in the seventies that I really caught the bug. From 1976 I had about three articles a year published in various management and academic journals, for the next twenty-odd years. After retirement, I turned my hand to journalism and fiction, short stories mainly. Over all those years I believe I received no more than two, small cheques (The journalism apart). Foolish? Well, that is a matter of opinion, but the blog set me thinking in broader terms.

Throughout my career I cannot remember ever being motivated by money. What drove me was a sense of achievement, and new challenges. I tended to change employers as soon as my job became simply routine. I worked in management and organisational development, establishing the policy and framework, and operating it for a while once in place, but moving on fairly quickly.

My reward now is not financial, although I was not impoverished, but in memories of things done and people worked with. A few months ago I received an e-mail from someone I had not seen for twenty-five years. A mutual acquaintance gave her my address. In the e-mail, she said:  “…I can still remember parts of the training course you ran at ——-, decades ago. You were instrumental in enabling me to have enough confidence to have a career that has taken me all over the place”. “The impressions and impact you made led me onto being a Local Government Chief Officer, then going into freelance consultancy….”  I have received similar remarks from a man whom I influenced in the same period. They are rewards that I value more than a few extra quid on my pension.

In this respect, I don’t believe that I am at all unusual. Most people, in my experience are motivated principally by non-financial rewards. Or am I out of date?