“When I was a boy, there’s a dream that I had

That a war that was fought was for Good against Bad

And I woke up to find that the world had gone mad

and we’d All Fall Down”

So sang Midge Ure in 1986, a nice lilting number recorded by Ultravox with the esteemed Irish band The Chieftans. Unfairly ignored at the time, being a gem that part of a sharp fall from grace for Ultravox in the mid-80s, it is an all-but-forgotten song about the fear of cold war. Although the Cold War never really happened, it has been replaced by something just as frightening.

That above couplet sums up how I feel about today perfectly, and not without reason.

Before I go any further though, allow me to give you some background information on myself. I was born into The Three Day Week, the eldest child of hard-working but comfortable parents who strived for a life of home ownership in Suburbia, with both sets of my grandparents working and living in rented property. We had a nice semi-detached house, a rented colour TV and a 1972 Morris Marina, and by the mid-80s a detached house with a large mortgage, our own TV with a remote control and an Austin Metro to go with my dad’s Ford Capri. I have no background in the arts or literature, no friends or relatives with anything to offer in the way of connections or influence and also have the additional ignominy of being the eldest child of a humble (former) police constable who was unwilling or unable to climb the ranks of that particular career.

Throughout my life I have built my own confidence and concepts by absorbing and interpreting what I read, heard and studied. A mind that never stops thinking can be a blessing and a curse, but it diverted me from the path I was expected to take – one of local authority, management and a comfortable existence with a pension. There came a time when I realised that course would never satisfy me and I wanted ‘more’.

For those who wish to stick a political label on me, let me state here and now I am neither ‘left’ nor ‘right’. As well as being a concept designed to waste intellect and confuse great minds, those simplified terms have now been excised from modern politics in the West. Whether they were good or bad, the days of conviction politicians (be they Thatcher or Benn) have gone. What they have been replaced with is factory-built lookalike drones that spout the same gubbins and could in reality “belong” to any of the political parties. They are self-serving pointless robots, performing a role.

I have learnt to trust my own judgement, and my gut feelings.There are an increasing number of things happening that make me angry, but there a few that have set off warning lights in my head. Call it my ‘inner bullshit detector’ or just good old intuition, but there are 4 events I have experienced in my adult life that have caused me to be extremely concerned for the future – we know all about them, but I will briefly cover how they made me feel at the time and their relationship to the here and now.

MAY 1997

After 18 years of Tory rule, the John Major government were swept aside and a landslide victory awarded to Tony Blair and the previously left-wing Labour Party. The whole country was swept away in a tidal wave of ‘feelgood’ cheer, promises of great new tomorrows and a ‘cool Britannia’. Now, whilst I was no fan of the Major government, this jarred. It wasn’t “feel good” it was hysteria, the sort we used to sneer at when ‘mad Americans’ whooped and hollered and waved flags. The man himself had no principles, he had soundbites. I wasn’t buying it. At the same time the citizens of the UK (myself included) were given easy credit, to make us feel ‘great’ about this new tomorrow. Credit cards, mortgages, loans – they flowed like water. Was I the only one wondering where this ‘money’ was coming from and how it was going to be paid back? It certainly felt like it at the time. It all just felt ‘wrong’ – the country was being bought off, but with nothing.


We can probably all remember waking up to the news that Diana, Princess Of Wales had died. I’m not concerning myself with the conspiracy theories surrounding her actual demise (although they shouldn’t be dismissed), what troubled me was the aftermath – probably ‘the reason’ she was (possibly) bumped off was just as much about the role her death played in “The Masterplan” as her role in the Royal Family and her behaviour and dalliances. Grief on a national scale I would have expected – she had, after all, played the media and the public like proverbial fiddles. What followed over the next few days and weeks was unbelievable. We had the Prime Minister in his element, directing the “public grief” to ridiculous levels, a whole nation mesmerised by the empty words and gestures, mourning someone they did not know other than by how they projected. It was unreal, but it was all around and suffocating. I kicked against it, but it was inescapable. I found it depressing, but much more than that – I knew this was the step into an Orwellian nightmare and there would be no turning back. A period of depression beckoned, but I was powerless to avoid given I couldn’t move to a Desert Island.


By 2001 I was 4 years older, wiser and more cynical. I remember arriving at work on September 11th 2001 for a ‘late shift’. At approximately 2.40pm, my first contact of the day told me, ashen faced, of how “Islamic madmen” were “driving aeroplanes into the Twin Towers!” My response, and this is completely true, was a nonchalant shrug of my shoulders and “oh well, I’m sure it will make a good blockbuster movie” to which the man looked back at me, aghast. I didn’t change my opinion, everyone else was hooked by the horror of it all: the never-ending news coverage, the simplified tales of baddies, goodies, superheroes and supervillains. I’m not saying I envisaged a 9/11, or I was even thinking it was possible or about to happen or even knew the background information that would back up my beliefs of the time.. It just felt tiresome, crazy and somewhat inevitable. We had shifted into a new modern realm, a technicolour world in which the beliefs and behaviour of the United States of America that had gone under-reported in the West was being ramped up several notches and applied to the whole world. The so-called “Cold War” was just a warm-up for this, a war without boundaries and without end – another Orwellian step and something else that would not be reversed. As in the aftermath of Diana, I rejected radio and TV and stuck resolutely to playing my own choice of cd’s for a few weeks – yet still it was inescapable and suffocating. I slid into a period of depression, but never lost my ability to address right from wrong.


Eleven years on from 9/11 and fifteen years from Diana, and a different world. We’ve got a generation of emotionally crippled young people who have no recollection of pre-Diana times, have great problems doing anything – feeling, thinking, working, socialising – without instruction or following each other. I myself have read and absorbed work by a variety of philosophers and authors, from Ayn Rand to The Dalai Lama, Stuart Goldsmith to Tony Robbins, M.Scott Peck to Jon Ronson. Nothing would surprise me now, we’re off to hell in a handcart with no steering wheel, or so I thought.

Tony Blair, via Gordon Brown, has been replaced by a shiny-foreheaded Tory version of Blair in the eternally unpopular David Cameron. There’s another funny-voiced clone waiting in the wings for the next election, and there’s nothing to choose between them other than a label.  We’ve had 15 years of American-style presidential political leadership, the credit of the Blair years has dried up and the country (and indeed the western world) is practically bankrupt.

It is also morally bankrupt. We’ve had numerous side-shows since, most of which pointed the way further into hell. We’ve had paedohysteria, but it only ever happened to perennially unpopular ‘marmite’ celebrities like Gary Glitter and Jonathan King, and usually in very very dubious circumstances and trials. We’ve had Mr Blair and his merry men lead us into America-endorsed illegal wars by telling lies, got GCSE, A-Level and Degree results getting better and better each year despite the general trend of school leavers being more and more bovine and unknowledgeable, and a recent legal enquiry that exposed the UK mainstream of being involved in regular illegal practices, newspaper owners and editors effectively running the country by their financial influence and the police of working with the media in a most unethical manner. There was to be a backlash to the Leveson Enquiry, one that wouldn’t even wait for the results of that particular enquiry to be delivered.

The vilification of a deceased media personality has plumbed new depths in terms of the incestuous relationship between the Police (two forces in particular – The Met & Surrey Police) and the mainstream media, and is resulting in a continuing witch hunt against a certain kind of media personality of yesteryear. I covered most of that in my previous article

Since I wrote that article, we’ve had the publishing of two so-called “reports” – one had gone virtually unreported, the other has been infinitely mis-reported. All of which is covered in fine detail by Anna Raccoon here

What hasn’t been discussed is “why Jimmy Savile”?

Why indeed – here was a recently deceased eccentric man who had, as I previously reported, led a long fruitful life and experienced a fairly protracted old age. Although he had associations with The Royal Family and politicians in his time, this was probably due to his fund-raising and seeking to put across a modern ‘less stuffy’ image at the time. Now we find ourselves in the midst of a crazy media storm, but one that is extending itself into the world of Law, Policing and Television. Claims have been made after a widely publicised media trawl by the Metropolitan Police, and presented as ‘fact’. Most of which are completely unbelievable but are warping our legal process beyond all recognition, and simply cannot be true. The acceptance of this witch hunt, of this report and the fact is being released as a fait accompli despite being, in many cases, contrary to official reports and evidence is exceptionally worrying.

However in Sir Jimmy Savile the thought-shapers found all their boxes ticked – people, generally, wanted this oddball to be ‘guilty’, knew nothing of him other than as “weird old man” and generally “his era” was a fading memory of which many of todays newspaper readers and voters know very little about (other than Raleigh Choppers, Space Hoppers and ABBA records) but – and here’s the real coup – had rumours about connections and wrong-doing circulating amongst the ‘conspiracy theorists’ for years. This particular cat out of an imaginary bag would have those (normally suspicious) people leaping up and down with glee – and indeed it did.

As I said previously I couldn’t “put my finger on what this was really about”, something is coming to light that is shedding new light on why this happened. Whilst this appeared to be a slapdash attack on Savile by a couple of pseudo-churnalists and a former detective who fancies himself as a superhero that mushroomed, as it was never convincing to me I knew there had to be a hidden agenda, above that of ‘merely’ reducing the law of the land to a joke and attacking the BBC. Now, whilst “Operation Yewtree” is, on the face of it an effort between The Metropolitan Police and the caring sharing NSPCC, in practice is has been two things: the “operation” combining the forces of familiar partnership of The Metropolitan Police and the mainstream media to boost their credentials and their circulation. Why would the NSPCC be so involved when *most* of the allegations against the dead man DO NOT involve “children”? This isn’t, after all, about “the protection of children” at all. Well, we appear to be coming full circle once again – it would appear that the NSPCC are having their strings pulled by the most lizard-like of all the NuLiebour Shapeshifters. Whilst I won’t pronounce this as ‘FACT’ as it has yet to be confirmed, this does actually make ‘Sense’ of the ‘Nonce-Sense” that is not only The Vilification of Sir Jimmy Savile but the destruction of the Rule of Law and The Burden Of Proof. Those at the forefront of the legal profession – so very often also prominent members of the political elite too (say, trained Barristers or Solicitors but practicing or former politicians – like to ‘protect their own’, and the current trend to “having it both ways” for “prosecution” and the need for more and more “defence” ensures they will still relevant, employed and, yes, wealthy. This is the ‘crux’ of the “Rise Of The Isms” – the erosion of basic civil liberties but the rise of “special cases”. Well I never!

The likes of David Icke are already furious about Operation Yewtree, but I could have explained to them they were being used as they tweeted stupendously ridiculous articles on Savile by the very newspapers and publication who seek to ridicule all “conspiracy theorists” (not least Mr Icke). Curiously, the “buck will stop” with a dead eccentric. Yes, we’ll see the besmirching of a few peripheral figures of yesteryear, but realistically this won’t make a shard of difference – unless you happen to placed on the bonfire, or are involved in ‘that side’ of the legal profession. Wings have been clipped, and new industry in claim and blame created. Who would ‘Adam&Eve’ it?

But, as a humble everyman, what would I know?