The Human Condition, the Human Disaster

You know when you use your brain and think and try to establish a commonality with your fellow man. Why is it that we find the majority of people are good, decent, people, yet we are overcome and controlled by a few who do not share these ideals? All they want is to control you, to make your life miserable, so they do not feel miserable, so they can feel what others feel automatically.


Why is it if so many people are generally good and love life as well as their fellow man, that we allow these few miscreants to destroy lives and force the rest of us to live lesser lives. Why is this the case? Why can’t it change? How can it change?

Why is it we allow this to happen? Is it because these evil destroyers, these disillusioned few; have some kind of hidden power which the rest of us do not understand. And for some reason we are inveigled into trusting them, we allow them to control us and we do nothing to change it. It’s like we know they are bad and do not want to help us, they only want to help themselves.  Yet we are not like them and are not interested in the power and control, so we end up subservient to them and just accept the dreadful situation they have created. We just want to live our lives in peace and harmony, but since it does not satisfy the deceivers, we the majority have to suffer.

There are so many examples throughout history and even now the pattern never changes, you would have to write a book the size and length of War and Peace just to discuss them. Why do some people hate the fact others may enjoy something, like living a happy life, without fear, or stress, or pain?

To think I live in a country that was the once cornerstone of liberty and freedom, yet now it is falling down the pan quicker than a large turd is flushed down a toilet. We have the wonderful choice of one shit selfish political party, over another shit selfish party. They are laughable and everyone laughs at them, as the visit from the American President showed, yet we cannot do a damn thing to change it.

And what would we change it to? Another form of control; which the same types of power hungry controllers would want to take advantage of. We are stuck between a rock and a hard place; we left one tornado behind, only to find ourselves stuck in the middle of a hurricane, and if and when the hurricane ends, we will just find a tornado or some other dreadful human disaster to take its place.

We worry about natural disasters but believe me human disasters are far worse. At least there are times when there are no natural disasters, whereas we are constantly updating our human ones. They follow on like a precession, a production line of greed and ineptitude; never learning to help its public, only wanting to help itself. They think they know better than the rest of us, they think they need to control you, and give you basically nothing. A shit life, where you are basically a slave until you die, is what they think is acceptable.

Is it acceptable? Should it be acceptable? And why do we accept it? Because we are not like them, we do not want to cause a fuss; we do not want to rock the boat. We just want to be happy, and have some peace and harmony, this is what I would suspect nearly every human being in the world wants. Yet why is it that if the majority wants this, then why can’t we have it? Why do we allow the few to keep us trapped in misery, and slavery, poverty, fear and insecurity?

We will ever get this happy harmonious life, or will it always be the case that the dreadful power-hungry few will never allow it to happen. And even if some knight in shining armour comes along as has happened before, and probably happens more than you think; because they are not naturally evil like the hidden others, they are eventually and unwittingly, controlled themselves.

How can anyone realistically believe in a God, when people like this exist?

Sensational Jensen Button wins exciting Montreal GP

Safety cars, rain delays, waterlogged track did not stop the Montreal GP being one of the most exciting GP’s I have ever watched. It all looked like another win for Vettel, until an inspired Jensen roared from the back of the field to take an unlikely first place.

I’ll be honest as I sat there watching the rain pouring down, listening to David Coulthard and Martin Brundle tell us they were sorry for the rain delays, trying to fill in time. I was about to call time myself and decide not to watch. I am glad I didn’t because what a race, it had everything; crashes, overtaking, penalties, incidents, spins, blown tyres, mistakes, and of course some brilliant driving.

You cannot say Formula One is boring anymore, the only dull bit was the start, they did not need to start under a safety car, and even when they decided to go back out after the delay, they didn’t need to be behind a safety car for as long as they were. Yet this did not spoil an exciting race, Jensen Button was simply sensational, to fight from the back of the field, after god knows how many pit stops and a drive through penalty was fantastic to watch.

Mind he could have been out of the race near the start, as the accident prone Hamilton managed to hit Webber first, and then tried to squeeze down a part of disappearing track, trying to overtake Button, which knocked Hamilton out of the race.

Then the race was stopped after only twenty odd laps, and we waited for nearly three hours to start the race again. I am pleased they decided not to abandon the race, as once it started again and a tiny strip of dry race line started to form, it made the race really exciting. Overtaking was treacherous, but with the DRS it was possible. Then as he tried to overtake Alonso in a difficult chicane, Alonso closed the chance but was accidentally taken out of the race, and Button was dead last, as he changed from intermediates to slick tyres. The new tyres helped Button fly through the field and he was catching the leaders, though it did not seem likely he could win the race. Then Nick Heidfeld hit the back of Kobayashi’s car, and another safety car was released. This allowed the front runners to catch Vettel who had been in front the whole race.

Luck seemed to be on Vettel’s side once more as he was able to take full advantage of every safety car, but the last one proved to be a disadvantage as Schumacher, Webber and flying Button caught him up. It all lead to a thrilling last few laps, as Button tried to pass Webber, and Webber tried to pass Schumacher. With slick tyres on it was hard to get any grip off the racing line, and eventually Webber made a mistake trying to pass Schumacher, Button pounced and passed him. Button then went straight past Schumacher and was now only a few seconds behind Vettel with two laps to go.

The pits told him, “you can catch him”, and he did very quickly, as they entered the final lap, which started with only a few seconds to spare until the two hour mark was up, Vettel was less than a second ahead of Button. The pressure was building for Vettel and half way around the last lap, he made a mistake and Button flew passed him. The crowd roared and so did McLaren’s pits, as Button took the chequered flag, what a race.

It has to be one of the best races I have ever watched, for drama and excitement, Button and Webber will be very pleased considering their situations before the restart. Vettel, Alonso and Massa will all be disappointed. As for Hamilton well he needs to get his head examined, to be involved in so many incidents on a wet day in the first ten laps, is not going to help him ever win a championship again. He is far too reckless, and makes bad judgements and decisions under pressure, he needs to calm down and remember the length of the race.

Overall I was pleased Button won, he goes second in the championship and maybe it will light a spark under him and his team, to at least try and compete against Vettel. McLaren still made mistakes; imagine how well Button would have done if he had not had to pit 6 or 7 times and if he had not driven too fast when the first safety car was out, stupid mistakes that need to be ironed out.

If this is the future of Formula One then it is a bright future, it might be more like a Playstation game these days for the drivers with so many paddles and buttons, but for the public it is thrilling and exciting to watch.

Man from Tobermory

Did you ever hear the story about the man from Tobermory,

He was sitting in his car and when he blew up,

The man his name was Bob, and he was a big fat slob,

If he’d eaten less for dinner then he'd have been a little thinner,

But his weight it was so heavy, and it made the car unsteady,

Then it caused a big vibration, and then a strange sensation,

Before long Bob just blew up and he popped.

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish

Christ I am in a sad pathetic mood today, I feel like the shitty part of a romantic comedy when you yawn and go oh dear god they've just spoilt this film.  So I decided to write a sad little tune to go with it.

Wishes...

Dreams...

Emotions...

Beliefs...



I wish I could feel happy,

I wish I could feel fulfilled,

I wish I could be satisfied,

I wish I could be chilled,

I wish I could feel a woman’s touch,

I wish I could see her tender smile,

I wish I was a better man,

I wish I had a sense of style,

I wish I flowed with confidence,

I wish I could do something wonderful,

I wish I could feel like I belong,

I wish I felt like I was strong,

I wish I could find a way out,

I wish I did not feel trapped and alone,

I wish someone thought I was special,

I wish that they felt special too,

I wish I wasn’t hopelessly lost,

I wish I could meet one of the few,

I wish I didn’t feel negative,

I wish didn’t go up and down,

I wish I could just raise a smile,

I wish I didn’t want to frown,

I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,

But whats the point in that,

Wishes never seem to come true,

And that’s just a terrible fact.

The Curse

I live in a time,

A time full of hate,

Nothing but selfishness,

Stands at the gates.



As greed and corruption,

Rise above all,

Who can stand up to them,

And fight for the cause.



It’s hard not to see,

All the pain and misery,

It’s hard not to hear,

Them crying in fear,

It’s hard not to notice,

Where it’s going wrong,

It’s easy to turn,

A blind eye to it all.



I live in a time,

A time with no peace,

Faceless bureaucracy,

No one can defeat.



Can we ever learn,

Not to repeat,

Mistakes of the past,

To live in harmony.



It’s hard not to see,

All the pain and misery,

It’s hard not to hear,

Them crying in fear,

It’s hard not to notice,

Where it’s going wrong,

It’s easy to turn,

A blind eye to it all.

The Wonder of Wimbledon

Wimbledon has a strange affect on Britain when it is on, I am not sure if it is the same now as it was when I was younger, mainly because there is more tennis shown on TV these days. But I always remember as a child loving Wimbledon, even though I had at the time, no interest in tennis any other time of year. Suddenly for three or four weeks every park was full of kids wanting to play tennis, every year this happened, but then being Britain it died away as quickly as it arrived.


My first memory of the great Grand Slam would go back to Borg and Connors, not sure exactly when it was, but they are the first two players I remember. Then of course McEnroe, I remember the great final between Borg and McEnroe, but weirdly the match I remember more so, was the semi final between Borg and Connors the year later, when Borg came back from two sets down to beat the American. It stuck in my mind because it made me worry at the time that Borg would lose to Mac in the final, which he did. I was not keen in McEnroe, his shouting and tantrums just spoilt the tennis, in my mind.

There was also a match Connors played in 87, that I always remember, he was two sets down, being hammered, just looking up in Wikipedia it says he lost the first two sets to a guy called Mikael Pernfors, 6-1, 6-1, and was down 4-1 in the third. Somehow he managed to crawl back and win the third set, and then he was down in the fourth, but pulled that back and eventually won the match. I always enjoyed watching Connors play, he was such a fighter never gave up.

Apart from now, the early 80’s was the best time to watch tennis, loads of great players, and Wimbledon always had their upset package, like Chris Lewis in 83, and the crowd pleasers, Henri Leconte, springs to mind. He was always great to watch.

I remember the emergence of Becker, when he won as a 17 year old, and then of course Edberg. I remember the great final between Ivanisevic and Agassi, and then Wimbledon started to get boring, as Sampras won every year with big serve tennis.

We had Tim Henman, doing his best, getting close, but always running into a Sampras, and the one year he didn’t run into him he met an inspired Ivanisevic. Sometimes you could think that Britain was cursed to have the greatest tennis championships, but never have a Briton good enough to win it. Let’s hope that changes with Andy Murray.

Emotional Technology

Just thought of this song, it reminds me of the type of thing an aging Johnny Cash would sing. At least that’s how it sounded in my head.

When I look back upon my life,

It’s amazing how it looks,

Full of sadness, full of joy,

Disillusionment at the crux.



I wish I could say I’d been happy,

I wished I been fulfilled,

Full of goodness optimism,

The emotions that I’d spilled.



Unfortunately I cannot say,

That these nice things had happened,

As I cry into my beer at night,

Feeling sorry for these patterns.



Life spins around its merry dance,

Like emotional technology,

Never going where you want to,

Always moving the wrong way.



Life spins and spins its merry tune,

Like emotional technology,

Never going where you want it to,

Always moving far away.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I live,

Sometimes I die.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I cry,

Sometimes I sigh.



Maybe one day it will become clear,

Maybe one day the fog will lift,

And someone will love me always,

To pull me further from the cliff.



If ever that day happens,

I may be a merry man,

Full of laughter, full of freedom,

And not part of the damned.



Life spins around its merry dance,

Like emotional technology,

Never going where you want to,

Always moving the wrong way.



Life spins and spins its merry tune,

Like emotional technology,

Never going where you want it to,

Always moving far away.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I cry,

Sometimes I sigh.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I live,

Sometimes I die.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I cry,

Sometimes I sigh.



My, oh my, oh my,

Sometimes I live,

Sometimes I die.