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Like most of my generation, I grew up with the Famous Five, my childhood enriched by farfetched notions of mystery and secret passages. Rereading those books of long ago, I can forgive the predictable plots and banal writing style and enter into the carefree world of children solving crimes and catching villains. I am happy to accept the implausibility of these children having such adventures everywhere they go and never seeming to grow old despite a succession of school holidays. I am ha…

Dear MP The Dangers of the WHO Pandemic Treaty and International Health Regulations This should be concerning to anyone who calls himself a democrat. The World Health Organisation is proposing legally binding amendments to their previous regulations (which were simply recommendations), together with a new treaty, which will give them totalitarian control over 194 nation states and the power to suspend national constitutions and human rights and impose measures on the populace withou…

On 7th August 1985, at White House Farm, Tolleshunt D’Arcy, Essex, five members of one family were shot dead. They were 61-year-old farmer, Nevill Bamber; his wife, June; their daughter, Sheila Caffell; and Sheila’s six-year-old twins, Nicholas and Daniel. June and Nevill had married in 1949 and, finding themselves unable to have children of their own, adopted a baby through the Church of England Children’s Society. June suffered depression following Sheila’s arrival in 1957 and was admitt…

They must not a wrong foot put, or they will end up in the soot. Scientists reckon the thinking part of the brain is suppressed during dreaming. So how come I can write poetry in my sleep? I was dreaming that I'd taken a photo of workmen trudging down a wintry street, where the last remnants of snow had somehow changed to piles of soot, and it was whilst trying to think of a rhyming caption that I came up with the above gem, which is certainly more ingenious than anything my waking m…