Fandango’s Friday Flashback

He catches me every time! He reminds me that it is Friday once again, reminds me how little I have accomplished this week! Yes, Fandango has published his Friday Flashback, and prompted me to go scurrying around for a post of my own.

I find it helpful to write thoughts down, it helps to turn them into coherent ideas. One of the reasons I like blogging in particular is that it allows me to explore subjects in perhaps a greater detail than I’d want to in a Facebook post.

One of my interests is in current affairs and politics. I’m a guy in my fifties, so many of my beliefs are pretty-much cast in stone. But some issues are ambiguous. I’m not sure. That they are ambiguous makes them interesting.

Here is one such question.

The backdrop is that here in the UK we will be coming up to Remembrance Day in a couple of weeks time. The day we take out to remember our veterans. I guess pretty similar to Veterans’ Day in the USA, although I don’t know for sure. My ponderings go a bit further though. A conflict may be right or wrong, so what responsibility does a serviceman have, to call it out when they think it is wrong?

I’m sorry, it rambles a bit – probably relects my own uncertainty on the issue. A year later (to the day) and I hope my current writing is a little clearer.

Mister Bump

In the UK, we are coming up to Remembrance Sunday once again. I must admit, I’ve struggled with this in recent years.

A hundred years ago, say, for example, in World War One, the average man-in-the-street would not have known about, or would have had a limited view of, world events. They would have trusted the judgement of their “betters”, who sent them off to war.

If people had known what they now know about the reasons, would they have been so prepared to fight? Especially as the “war to end all wars” was repeated just 25 years later? Certainly, as I understand it, we were sucked into war almost accidentally, due mainly to distant alliances coming into play, and was far from clear-cut.

On to World War Two, and I think is an easy one to justify, in the light of Hitler’s behaviour towards minorities such as Jews, for…

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Beyond Reasonable Doubt

Fandango has posted another provocative question, in which he asks us to opine on the most significant event in human history.

Human history? Okay, so straight away, things like the Big Bang and dinosaur extinctions are out. I’m also going to leave to one side disease, which has played a very significant part in our proliferation.

Actually, in human history, I would go for an event in just about living memory, the rise and fall of the Nazis.

There are all sorts of lessons there. Even beforehand, we had an American government which was isolationist, which deliberately looked the other way. And we had European governments who were only too willing to appease, to look the other way as well. We know from history that the signs were there, even pre-war. But communications weren’t then what they are today, so perhaps leader might argue that there was reasonable doubt? Even Hitler himself looked inwards – it was the National Socialist Party, after all, and one of its slogans was Ein Volk, ein Reich, ein Führer. Indeed, I think that one of the undeniably good things about the EU, which itself came out of the war, is that it fosters a spirit of looking beyond national boundaries – and in that respect, Brexit worries me.

So I think there are lessons there for us all. Firstly, about looking the other way, and secondly about the dangers of allowing a weak man to become sufficiently powerful that he may destroy us.

That last point makes me uncomfortable. I can quite happily be anti- the UK’s recent wars, Afghanistan, Iraq, even Libya, but can’t they be justified as trying to prevent a weak regime from becoming stronger? So I think there are deeper questions to be answered – it’s no good bombing villagers in Syria, for example, then claiming we’ve hurt Assad.

Overshadowing the whole of the Nazi regime was the Holocaust, I could quite justifiably have claimed this as my subject, but I think the wider subject contains more overall lessons.

An attempt to eradicate a whole race of people – which very nearly succeeded. As if they’d never even existed.

At this point I justify why my “most significant” event had to be quite a recent event. Many times in history, one race has tried to eradicate another, so just the intention is nothing new. But the Nazis had the means to do it – the organisation, the transport infrastructure, and not least the death camps. So, I think whenever we’re talking about the most, or the -est of anything, we’re pretty much confining ourselves to the age of mass transit.

I must admit to a personal connection with the Holocaust, for my wife’s mother, Belgian by birth and now just celebrated her eightieth birthday, was one of the last batches of children to come to the UK as part of the Kindertransport programme, in 1939. On her mother’s side, my wife has no family. A real effect, still felt more than 75 years on – they might have been good people, they might have been assholes, but we never knew. My daughter has a couple of aunties and a grandma, but there it stops.

I’ve written enough for today – this subject upsets me. How best to conclude? Perhaps just a few numbers? I’ve seen estimates that up to 6,000,000 Jews were killed – approximately two out of every three in Europe. A continent. Imagine that you have three friends, and two of them are just disappeared! Then mutiply it by a continent. And that number doesn’t include any other people the Nazis happened not to like – Russians, Poles, Serbs, etc.

Actually, I do want to end this with a message. That when somebody stands up and tells you to vote for them, because they know who is responsible for all your ills, think twice!

3-2-1 Quote Me

I have been challenged to complete a 3-2-1 Quote Me prompt, initiated by Rory from A Guy Called Bloke. Hello, Rory!

Rory’s rules for this challenge are:

  • Thank the person who tagged you — thank you, Fandango.
  • Post two quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day: lifestyle
  • Select three bloggers to take part in ‘3-2-1 Quote Me!’

…and the subject this time around is lifestyles.

Now, I have only been on here two seconds, so don’t really know any of you well enough to judge how you’ll respond to being “selected”, so will pass on that one this time. However if you’d like to take part, please just do so and pingback to this post.

That just leaves the quotes. The first one is easy. Sorry, no fancy graphics.

We refuse to be what you wanted us to be,
We are what we are, that’s the way it’s going to be.

Bob Marley, Babylon System

which I think is an excellent philosophy, no matter what lifestyle you happen to follow. My second quote, I’m not sure it is strictly lifestyle, but it could certainly be applied to our outlook on life:

“Hope is the fuel of progress and fear is the prison in which you put yourself”

Tony Benn

For my American friends, Tony Benn was a British politician (1925-2014). In addition to serving for a time in the top tier of our government, he was also an acclaimed diarist. I’m a big admirer of his, have read most of his work, and was lucky enough to hear and to meet him. As I take part in future challenges, I will doubtless be quoting him further.

Where’s the damn cursor?

In response to Fandango’s Friday Flashback (, a post of mine from a year ago today.

For anybody else out there who uses a PC and has poor eyesight, on my own PC I now sometimes use the app PointerFocus, which was only about $10. Mostly, I found hi-viz mouse cursors on the web, which do the trick. On computers where I share access, I make do with the defaults!

Mister Bump

I must recount a funny episode from the other day. I’m telling it purely out of amusement, as I don’t think this woman has a prejudiced bone in her body.

She’s showing me a web application, so we’re sitting down in front of a computer. I’m driving. This screen comes up, she’s obviously familiar with it, and says, “just press OK”. Or cancel, or something.

I can see the button, but the trouble is, my eyes don’t see the mouse cursor too quickly, so I have to waggle it about a bit and catch the movement. So it takes a few seconds before I’m able to do as she says. And she points to the button on the screen, as though it’s that I can’t see. It’s easier on a PC that I can customise – on my laptop I have all the regular cursors, but large size and lime-green…

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Fandango’s Friday Flashback – 27 September 2019

Well, it is Friday lunchtime once again, and I’ve had quite a productive morning. Diem, my Diabetes web site – in nearing completion. But more on that later…

I saw in my Inbox a notification from my WordPress friend Fandango. Every Friday, he posts a “Flashback” post, something that he posted on this day in a previous year. The intention is just to give the reader an idea of what he was up to back then.

So, I follow suit. Rather than just reblogging my old post, I wanted to provide a short commentary, complete with links and formatting, and I haven’t worked out if I can do that yet with WordPress’s “reblog” button.

Earlier on in my recovery, I used to be involved with other stroke survivors in a peer support group. It was a very informal affair – we met in a certain coffee shop at a certain time, and just caught up with each other for a few hours.

Peer support is a big deal. When you first come out of hospital, you can’t be bothered with things like computers and you don’t have the strength to get out, so you just sit there in the chair all day, thinking “I’m the only guy who ever went through this”. And you gradually get your head straight enough to use a computer, and your body strong enough to leave the house, and lo-and-behold you realise you’re not alone. That other people have gone before you.

That’s why peer support is a big deal. You’re meeting people precisely because they’ve had the same experience as you.

Our group was very laissez-faire. You either turned up, or you didn’t. I was somebody who did turn up because I think it is important to be consistent. But this state of affairs meant that several times, I turned up on my own. Even getting to this coffee shop was a five-hour roundtrip for me, and if I was going to spend that time sitting on my own… well, I can think of better things to do.

I don’t want to re-gurgitate the original post in my commentary. Plus, there are other posts in the blog which tell more of the story (same category), if anybody is interested. Suffice it to say that I stopped going a year ago. The group presumably folded. I have the contact details of a couple of the guys who went occasionally, but I’m not really in contact. Sad, but people move on. They moved on. I moved on.

The “better thing I could be doing” is developing my own software, which brings me full circle. With one product released, and another almost there, I guess you could say it has worked out okay. And, I still meet with other stroke survivors, by virtue of the charity work I do at the hospital. If one of them sees me, and thinks “I’m not the only guy…”, then it is worthwhile.

With all this in mind, I hope you enjoy the post.


One thing I would just like to mention. I’ve just moved this content over from Blogger. On Blogger, there’s not really such a concept as a “featured image”, although I’ve always quite liked the idea of brightening posts up a bit with a graphic. With Blogger, if you use an image, fine, if you don’t, fine, it’s nothing special.

So I’m entering into the spirit of WordPress and am writing posts with a “featured image” attached. One thing I’ve found, is the time it takes to select a suitable image, which can be as long as writing the post itself. The reason? Copyright. Now, I’m no stranger to copyright, I have used it and still use it myself. I’ve published my own photographs and software in the past (and present) so I support the idea of creators having some sort of protection.

There are photo factories, of course. Somebody like Adobe Stock Images. But at a cost. One-off photos are a few tens of GBP/USD – I don’t know if they also offer a subscription. It doesn’t really matter, because I figure I pay WordPress enough for the subscription already. And these pictures are only a bit of fluff, to top off a blog post.

I’ve found a site called which I’ll shamelessly plug here, and which appears to be quite good. Decent selection Good images, free to download and royalty-free, so free to use on the blog. They ask for a donation. If I keep using them, I might give one in the future – I’ve donated to Wikipedia before now because this openness of knowledge, of information, of images even, is a good thing.

But I was wondering, what do my WordPress friends do? Do you have any mines of images that you’d like to share with me? The free-er, the better. The better, the better!

Say what you want…

A chap I follow posts weekly “provocative” questions, in the sense that they prompt the reader to put some thought into their response. I think this was the first thing which made me read his blog. This week, his question is about freedom of speech.

I’ve always thought that’s a difficult one. Take this blog as an example – there’s nothing to stop me posting on whatever subject I like, using whatever words I like, but I don’t. I self-censor. I’m minded that the blog is specifically written from the perspective of being a stroke survivor, and one of the goals is to show that survivors have the same thoughts, feelings, desires as other people. Probably the same distaste for gratuitous bad language, too! I’m conscious that it’s probably not relevant to introduce my politics into it, but again I want to show as much that I I I can think about the same complex issues as well as, if not better than, anybody else. I write about my life as much to show that I do have a life, despite what happened to me.

So, I am certainly conscious of what I post, and I don’t consider myself free to post whatever I like..

In the same vein, readers’ comments. When someone posts something irrelevant or offensive (to others, not particularly to me), I might remove. Comments inviting people to buy viagra – yes, it happens, even on what I consider to be a serious site – well, they don’t last long. I’m fortunate in that I don’t think I’ve ever had offensive comments on here, although I see it all the time over on Facebook. But they’d go the same way. If someone can’t make their point without insulting someone, they need to go back to class.

With that in mind, how can I say a blanket “I support free speech”? I mean, I’d like to think so, but there are limits. Just as in the wider world, comments like “Kill Jews/Muslims/Blacks/Some other minority section of society which a rich man has told you is the cause of all your ills” are unacceptable, my acceptance of free speech assumes that other people will share my standards. But they don’t. What I consider to be unreasonable might, for someone else, be perfectly reasonable.

On this site, at least, I call the shots.

But it’s not just me. There shouldn’t even be laws that protect people against discrimination – equality should be automatic – but they are required. So clearly politicians not only have a view, but feel sufficiently strongly that their view should prevail in wider society, that they bring in legislation. Regardless of your own standards, these are the standards to which the state requires us to adhere. And mostly, perfectly reasonably. The vast majority of us live our lives without there even being a hint of conflict with these rules.

And, what about freedom of speech, where what somebody says or writes might be untrue? Libel and slander? Of course, we can argue about how practical it is for a poor man to sue a rich man, but a court is probably the right place to make the decision, where they can properly assess the damage caused.

So I think that, for me, freedom of speech has limits. It’s scary to take the “establishment” viewpoint, but I think it is entirely appropriate that our representatives decide just where those limits are. Just don’t get me started on how we elect those representatives!

Holiday Time

My WordPress friend Fandango ( has this excellent idea of each Friday, reposting something from this date in a previous year, just to let readers have a glimpse of our past.

So I chose this week to include a post from two years ago, my first (and so far, my only) holiday/vacation since the stroke. These posts are especially significant for me, as they remind me how far I have come, which was the reason I started this blog. Note that the date is not exact – I tend not to post every day, so I aim for as near as possible. Enjoy (the photos especially), and I hope I’ve done the pingback feature properly.

Mister Bump

I went away on holiday with my wife last week, my first time away from home since the stroke.

We stayed in a “normal” room, i.e. not one for disabled people. Deliberately so on my part. The holiday, however, was an organised coach trip to Scarborough, and was clearly aimed at more senior people. A lot of my criticisms of the package are based purely on this age difference. For example, the hotel was without internet, and what they said *did* work, *didn’t*. Nobody seemed bothered, except for my wife and I.

Getting onto and off the coach was dependent on the actual terrain on which we were parked, but was generally do-able. There were plenty of things to hold on to, to give myself leverage. So too was manouvring about the coach. I did find that my bad leg was prone just to “relaxing” out of the seat into…

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