By Ray Wilson It’s warming up, and we are lucky with the weather, and the motorcycle combination is lapping up the miles. Our breakfast stop is on the old “missing link” section of the iconic A30 on our run to the sun. We stop at “Max’s” snack emporium, where the emphasis is on proper food.
By Ray Wilson It’s been the warmest day of the year so far. I am walking the dog in the Ashdown Forest, in an area where King Henry the Eighth used to run amok, slaying deer, drinking, and wenching. “How’s Hegarty?” I say. “He’s so much better,” she says. I don’t know her name, but
By Ray Wilson Silicon Chips with Everything In April 2020, the UK public was mesmerised by the media. The media, controlled by its editorial mafia, propagated its COVID lies and amplified the threat of COVID-19 from zero to infinity, with 46% of the UK population wanting tougher lockdown measures and the same proportion saying existing
By Ray Wilson “If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon. If you believe there’s nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool.” REM It is Saturday, May 13th, and I woke up in the night thinking about the future for our children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren. It’s been a
By Ray Wilson Saturday, May 6, dawns, and the skies are battleship grey. My brother and I are busy learning the art of motorcycle maintenance, and it is beginning to rain. I turned up early to get as much done as possible while my missus was at the farmers’ market. “Let’s have a coffee,” Rich
By Ray Wilson It’s Sunday, April 23rd, and I spent a couple of hours walking in the hills with my dog. The grey skies are clearing, and there is a mere hint of the sun breaking through the clouds. My wife is braving the delights of the town below. The frantic construction of 5G towers
The Fourth Turning By Ray Wilson I was on my weekly visit to see my dad and my brother Rich, and we were talking about our aunt Sally. Sally is a martyr to her legs; she has always suffered with them since she was a child. She puts it down to being almost bombed out
By Ray Wilson I was sitting on a bench and listening to one of my favourite street performers. It was a late Sunday afternoon, and it was warm in the sunshine. “Hi there, Si! How’s it going?” “Yeah, all right, I guess.” He told me about his Sundays and how he really enjoyed spending a
Snow settles in Sussex By Ray Wilson A local newspaper reported that “parts of Sussex have been blanketed by snow today (Sunday, December 11) following freezing temperatures across the county.” Facebook posts on that Sunday evening mentioned that cars had been queuing for hours on the A22 and were crawling along at a snail’s pace.
By Ray Wilson I have engaged in many philosophical chats with my friend Petro over the years. A long time ago, he said that he didn’t mind if he died at 65. At the time, there were rumours in the media about a cull of the human population. A few years earlier, Dr. Shipman was