Hi everyone, CstM here for a quickie. I hope you’re all doing great.

We had the big storm roll over Friday. It cost us several trees, one of them my favourite holly tree and our power. Now had the trees just had the decency to fall alone, that would have been great, but sadly one of them took our phone line with it. So we have a snapped phone line and no internet.
We were without power, and water, from Friday afternoon until Monday. We’re still waiting on the people to come replace the phone line.
At least I got lucky and my mobile signal came back, so we have a small window to the outside world.
Most of all we were lucky, in that the house came out unscathed and we’re both fine.

All this to say that if Leggy hasn’t replied to an email, he hasn’t ignored you guys, he’s just not receiving anything at the moment.
Hopefully everything will be back to normal in a day or two.

The month of spookiness and soup

Hey everybody, CstM here. I hope you’re all doing amazing.
This has been the month of trying out new recipes, especially soup. Leggy has been my culinary guinea pig. A job I don’t think he minds too much.

Clockwise Potato soup, Shrimp and broccoli with homemade prawn toast, tomato soup, French onion soup and broccoli and cheddar soup

It started out with loaded potato soup, with homemade croutons. That was very delicious, although I still think it’s a slightly over glorified mash with extra steps.
Then we tried out a recipe for Broccoli and cheddar soup. Now I wasn’t really expecting too much from this soup, but dang that thing was so good. Definitely my favourite one so far. Closely followed by the tomato soup. It has roasted tomatoes and garlic in it, plus chipotle paste that gives it a nice kick. The grilled cheese sandwich even had bacon jam, which warms my Danish heart.
The French onion soup wasn’t my absolute favourite. It wasn’t terrible, just not the most amazing either.
Lastly we tried the stir fried broccoli and prawns. That was very delicious. I’d highly recommend that. Was very quick and easy to make.

I got a couple of cross stitches finished for Halloween, so that was pretty neat. I’m working on one last Halloween piece before switching to my pile of Christmas projects.

Now new things are happening. I actually finished the book of the month. I know, it’s a bit of a shock. Who saw that coming?
There will be spoilers of The Pearl coming up, so if you want to keep yourself free of those, please skip this section.
I actually really enjoyed this book. I admit I had a somewhat hard time getting into it at first. It started out very action packed with baby being stung by a scorpion, but it has moments of being quite over descriptive of the nature. Like no one cares about all the different species of fish in the water. Well at least I didn’t.
Then there was Kino and his ability to hear the song of family, the song of the ocean and so on. I’m sure it’s some metaphor or something but it just left me wondering if the guy needed to talk to a doctor or something.
Now the copy I had was 124 pages, now what I didn’t realise was that 40 of them was an extract from one of Steinbeck’s other novels. So I had a massive emotional rollercoaster reading the book. First the joy of finding the pearl, then the outrage at the pearl merchants trying to cheat Kino out of his rightful pearl price, followed by the horror of Kino turning into a bit of a twat, hitting his wife when she tries to free them of the pearl. He really should have listened to his wife. Did he learn nothing from Alien? Granted that is a bit after his time, but still. Listen to the woman!
Then as if it wasn’t dramatic enough Steinbeck throws in a bit of manslaughter and an epic run for safety up in the mountains.
Now at this point, my book till had plenty of pages let. Or so I thought. So I was in a false sense of security, thinking there was plenty of pages left. They still had loads of time to get through the mountains, sell the pearl and live happily ever after. Imagine my surprise and deep feeling of betrayal, when we went from Hey, we’re in the mountains, there’s a nice pond with wild life. It’s really pretty, a scene straight out of Bambi. And then, Bam! dead baby! Like WTF! I was not in anyway what so ever prepared for that. What sort of Game of Thrones moves are you pulling here, Mr Steinbeck. I’m still not over it. Who kills a baby?! Jesus!
So yeah, I love the book but I also kind of hate it.

November is my birthday month, so I figured we’d read the Stephen King book that I’ve been thinking about reading for a few month now. Carrie.
I’ve seen the new version of the film, so I haven an idea of what I’m going into this month. I never saw the original film, but I’ve heard it has John Travolta doing weird things, so sounds like I may have dodged a bullet there.
I hope you guys will join me in the reading and I hope you all had a great Halloween.

The Door Ajar

Halloween is tomorrow, but this particular tale takes place in the early hours of the 31st of October so it’s best enjoyed the day before. In the UK, that’s when summer time ends and the clocks go back to give us our early darkness in the evenings. I wonder if any trick-or-treaters will venture up the driveway this year? They haven’t managed it yet. Which reminds me, I have to put those pairs of mini red glowsticks in the trees tomorrow. Have to get them in the spirit in case they do decide to visit.

So anyway, here’s the story. It’s in ‘The Darkness at the End of October’, available on Amazon and Smashwords.

The Door Ajar

“We’ve been here three days. It hasn’t bloody worked. Let’s go home.” Jim started packing his things into his rucksack.

“Well, give it a few minutes. We’ve spent all this time setting it up.” Billy kept his gaze on the fire in the centre of their pentagram. “Maybe it just takes a while to get through the dimensions.”

“It’s ten past midnight. The demon was supposed to show up at midnight. Nothing has happened. It’s all bollocks. We’re never going to get rich by wishing for it, Billy. We’re going to have to work for it like normal people.” Jim pulled out the tent pegs and collapsed his tent.

Billy studied the book in his hands. Had he misread something? Pronounced a word wrong? Was there something missing in their carefully constructed pentagram? A wrong stone, a misplaced candle, anything? No, it was all as it should be and yet the demon had not appeared to claim this book and give them riches in return. What did the demon want with the book? Who cares? Billy and Jim just wanted the money.

He sighed. Jim was right, they were never going to get rich the easy way. Although camping out in the woods for three days while finding specific rocks to form the pentacle was hardly ‘the easy way’. Billy read once again the first instruction in the book – The demon must be summoned in the first minutes of Samhain, after the last stroke of midnight.

Then it would be trapped in the pentacle and they could bargain with it. It wants the book, and it will give them absolutely anything for it. Here they were, in the first few minutes of Halloween, and all their effort had achieved nothing. Billy sighed again. It had all been a waste of time. He closed the book and joined Jim in packing up their camp.

“Well, it was worth a try.” Billy tried to hide the disappointment in his voice as he dismantled his tent. “At least we had a fun camping trip.”

“Fun?” Jim spat the word. “Camping at the end of October cannot reasonably be described as ‘fun’. It’s bloody cold out here, and we’ll be too knackered to enjoy the Halloween parties tomorrow night. We’ll be lucky to get home by two o’clock in the morning.”

“We’ll have a lie-in. We’ll be fine for the parties.” Billy placed the book carefully in his rucksack. He’d have to sneak it back into Marchway Library on Monday, before anyone noticed he’d stolen it.

“Hurry up.” Jim rolled his tent away and started strapping it to his rucksack. “I’m not waiting for you if you take too long. I want to sleep in a real bed tonight.”

“Okay, okay, I’m packing.” Billy folded his tent. “Come on, Jim, you were all for it until now. We both thought it would work. We both fell for it.”

Jim stared into the darkness of the woods. “Yeah. You’re right. It’s not your fault. We both believed in it.” He lowered his head and traced his shoe in the dirt. “We’re both losers, and we’d better get used to the idea.”

“Oh it’s not that bad.” Billy finished packing his gear. “We got caught up in a bit of fakery, that’s all. I mean, how many people got caught up in scams before? And still do. It doesn’t make us losers.”

“Huh.” Jim strode to the pentacle. He kicked one of the outer circle stones into the central fire. “You’re probably right, but it feels like failure right now. We did everything we were told by that book and it was all rubbish.” He closed his eyes. “We’re supposed to be anti-establishment and we just spent days following rules from an ancient establishment. We probably don’t want to tell anyone about this.”

Billy laughed. “Since we did it with a stolen book, we definitely don’t want to tell anyone. I’ll sneak it back into the library first chance I get.” He finished packing, hoisted his rucksack onto his back and with one last glance back at the pentacle and the dying embers of the fire within, he followed Jim along the trail to home.


As they approached the lights of town, Jim broke the silence. “Well there’s one thing we can be happy about. When someone finds that pentacle, they’ll wonder what the Hell was going on.”

Both laughed. Billy checked his watch. “Ten to one. We’ll be home and asleep by half past, I reckon.”

As they reached the main square in their small town, Jim glanced up at the town hall clock. He squinted. “What time did you say it was?”

“Ten to one.” Billy checked his watch again. “Well, it’s almost one now.”

“That’s odd.” Jim pointed upwards. “The town hall clock says midnight. Are you sure your watch is right?”

“Must be. It’s one of those radio watches. Picks up a time signal and sets itself so it’s always right.” Billy frowned at the town hall clock. “Maybe it stopped?”

The front door of the town hall opened and old Charlie Simmonds, the caretaker, stepped out. He closed and locked the door behind him.

Jim and Billy gave each other a quizzical look. This was pretty late for a caretaker to be at work.

“Hey, Mister Simmonds, I think your clock has stopped.” Billy waved from across the street.

Charlie glanced up, smiled and shook his head. He walked over to join them. “No, lads, it’s fine. I’ve just been setting it back for the end of Summer Time. The clocks go back tonight, you know?”

Billy showed his watch to Charlie. “I’ve got one of those radio ones that updates itself, and it says it’s one in the morning.”

“Yeah, but officially the time doesn’t change until two a.m., and I’m buggered if I’m waiting up until then. Everything is closed, everyone’s asleep – apart from you two lads and me – and the clock will be right in the morning. So I don’t have to get up early to change it.”

“So what’s the real time?” Jim wrinkled his nose. “I mean, is Billy’s watch or the clock showing real time now?”

Charlie pursed his lips. “A lot of people get confused about that. It’s actually simple. Summer time, daylight savings, is one hour ahead of the real time. The real time is in the winter, it changes on the last Sunday in October, when we’re on the ‘one hour back’ time. The time on the clock up there is the real time. Billy’s watch will change over after two a.m., and it’ll then say one a.m. So we all get an extra hour of sleep tonight.” He slapped Jim’s shoulder. “Well, assuming you two plan to sleep tonight. I certainly do, so I’ll say goodnight.” He walked off, whistling, into the growing fog.

A cold chill ran through Billy. “We were an hour early. We missed it.”

“Would it still work? I mean, you read the spell, we set everything up. Do you think the demon is there now? And where did this fog come from? It’s getting really thick.”

“If it’s there, it’s trapped in the circle.” Billy looked back the way they had come. “Maybe we should go back. If it’s stuck there it’s going to be pissed.”

The colour drained from Jim’s face. The image of the rock he kicked into the circle’s central fire replayed in his head. “It’s not trapped. I broke the circle.”

Billy continued to stare back at the way they had come. Jim followed his gaze. In the distance, a red blaze glowed. Getting stronger and bigger. Or maybe not bigger. Maybe closer.

The fog intensified. Something was coming, and now it had no need to bargain for what it wanted.

Curry and evils of the world

Hi everyone, CstM here I hope you’re all doing well. I am doing much better than my last post. Thank you all for your kind comments. I really do appreciate all your advice and well wishes.
I’m so sorry for the late post. Life has been busy around here, with the visit of the Welsh mothership. It was a very lovely visit. We had a dinner party, and of course I had to go all out and make two different currys and homemade onion bhajis. At least Leggy got to have a spicy curry for once, so he was happy. I’m a strictly butter chicken girl, anything else can be too spicy or has coconut in it. Dang weird allergies.
Speaking of allergies, something funny happened. Well I thought it was funny. I was oven roasting butternut squash for the curry. For some reason if I handle butternut squash with bare hands, I get a really bad rash, so I wear rubber gloves as protection. The Welsh mothership was in the kitchen watching me prepare the butternut squash, wearing my handy rubber gear and didn’t bat an eyelid. Although I guess it’s more dramatic inside my head. I always feel like some Dr. Frankenstein ready to bring my creation to life. Even if it’s just a curry.

Another thing I’m behind on is the books. I’m about half through the Hunger Games book. I’m genuinely enjoying it, I just keep getting distracted by other things. I must admit I didn’t remember the original books being this brutal. Maybe it’s because I’m older and everyone seems so much younger.
It is an interesting book though. We’re following Coriolanus Snow, as he and his classmates mentor the participants of the games. A game they are trying to make more viewer popular. Now this is a guy who, if you’ve read the original books, will become the personification of all the evil in the Capitol. But hearing his traumatic upbringing in the first rebellion, you do end up feeling sympathy for this young boy, who is just trying to survive and excel.
It does make you wonder, when does bad people turn bad.

The book reminds me in some ways of the film The motorcycle diaries. It’s a film about young Che Guevara travelling through latin America and seeing the poverty and destitution first hand, and ultimately leading him on a path of trying to make a change. Now I don’t condone what he did, but watching that film, you do get a bit of understanding of where he came from. He started out wanting to do good. Does that excuse all the evil he brought into the world? No, in no way. It just makes you understand to some degree where he was coming from.

One book that is a very good read on the topic of evil is The Lucifer Effect by Robert Zimbardo. It looks into the psychological explanation for why even good people sometimes turn evil. It goes over his Stanford prison experiment and also talks about how similar things has occurred in real life like the Abu Ghraib prison.
It is well worth a read, if you’re interested in the topic. I’m still annoyed that someone borrowed my hard back copy of the book and never returned it. Although quite ironic to steal a book about evil.

Now for this month book in the Gloom Dog book club, I went for something short. I figured there isn’t much left of October, so to make it plausible to actually finish it, it needed to be an easy read.
So this month we’ll be reading The Pearl by John Steinbeck. Cade over from Cade F.O.N Apollyon was the one who suggested it. He’s been reading along, and helped start the Gloom Dog Bookclub, so go give him a read, if you have the time. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.
I’ve heard very good things about The Pearl, so I’m excited to start reading it. I’ve only read Of Mice and Men by Steinbeck, so it’ll be nice to read some more of his works.
I hope you’ll join us on our next reading adventure.

Frank Davis

Bad news, I’m afraid. Frank Davis died in his sleep on Friday night. It was peaceful and painless, which is a mercy at least.

Franks was always a calm and steady voice among the blogging world. He wasn’t given to the wild rantings I, and others, sometimes give vent to, even though he faced the same smoker-persecution as the rest of us.

Well, now he’s gone to the Great Smoky-Drinky in the sky. I hope he saves us all a seat because we all go there in the end.

Rest in peace, Frank. We’re going to miss you.

The Darkness at the End of October

The fifteenth Underdog Anthology is being assembled. All author contracts are now in, the book is being formatted and it should only be a few more days. My mother is visiting this week so it’s been slow work but it’s getting there.

Naturally, there is a closed road between here and my kids’ houses. Every damn time. The local council really hate me. I hear it’s actually open again now so the last couple of days should be easier.

This anthology is called ‘The Darkness at the End of October’ because this is the year I’ve been waiting for. I’ve had a story ready for this for years. This year, in the UK, Summer Time actually ends on October 31st. One hour back, to GMT, at 2 am on the morning of Halloween. The story is ‘The Door Ajar’ and I’ll post it when the book is out.

Right. Back to work. Lots to do… and Underdog Anthology 16 will begin in mid October!

Another fake shortage

In a rerun of the toilet paper fiasco, people are now filling entirely unsuitable containers with petrol and in many cases will be turning their homes into potential infernos.

Why? Same reason as the toilet paper game. The media have told them there is a petrol shortage and petrol stations are going to run out of fuel. The result, again as with the toilet paper game, is that everyone rushed to fill their cars and anything else they could find with petrol, bought it all and… petrol stations ran out of fuel.

What kicked this off was a report that BP and Texaco were finding it difficult to employ enough delivery drivers so they were going to temporarily close ten petrol stations.

Ten. In the whole country. Ten out of over 8000 petrol stations. Now they are all swamped with idiots convinced it’s going to run out, and not realising they are the ones causing it to run out. As with the toilet paper, again, there is no real shortage. There is plenty of petrol waiting to be distributed and it is being distributed. The problem is the surge in demand – which means it’s disappearing from stock faster than it can be replaced. Give it a week and all those petrol stations will be back to normal. I look forward to the idiots trying to take their stock back for a refund.

More importantly though, some of the photographs show people filling actual petrol containers, others show them filling any plastic container they could find. Some of them will be corroded by the petrol and leak. And they are not small containers.

I live on a farm. I have a small stash of petrol for garden tools and I can store it well away from the house. Many of those people filling dodgy containers are likely to live in houses with attached garages, or even in flats. So what happens when the containers start to leak, the electricity goes off (almost inevitable this winter due to the Green lunacy) and they light candles? Terraced houses and flats are likely to go off like gigantic firecrackers.

They can’t return the petrol to the garages. They can’t safely dispose of it – and at current UK fuel prices they really aren’t going to try anyway. It’s just sitting there, waiting for a spark. Just as I wrote in May of 2020

So why this fake media-induced shortage and idiot-driven panic buying? Several possibilities have emerged. One is the idea that if you can’t get petrol, you’re better off with an electric car but with looming electricity outages, that doesn’t really work. Not being able to buy petrol really isn’t any different to not being able to plug in your car. And how many can afford those battery powered toys anyway?

One that does seem likely is that, to get the new crap E10 petrol loaded up, the government wanted to clear out the forecourt tanks so the new petrol won’t be diluted by the old stuff. I’ve been running on the new E10 for at least one full tank now. The car runs fine, but the mileage is already very noticeably down. So I’ll have to burn more of it to go the same distance as before. Green? This stuff is nowhere near ‘green’. Buring ethanol produces – guess what? CO2. So it will actually increase emissions. It will, incidentally, also increase the duty and VAT take because the same tank of fuel won’t take you as far as before.

I’d have thought that gradually diluting the new E10 with the old stuff would make the drop in mileage more gradual and less noticeable. This clearout is going to make it really, really obvious to anyone who wasn’t really paying attention before.

But then, sensible policy has never been the cornerstone of government. We vote them in and they think they are bloody emperors.

Soon, we are likely to have another King Charles. I have a very strong feeling that history, ignored as it is by many these days, could well be about to bite some political arses.

Tetanus, gangrene, botulism…

And other cheery things.

Oh come on. Halloween is coming, I’m just getting into the swing of it here.

I saw a tweet roll by on Twitter saying you can ‘develop’ tetanus even if fully vaccinated and I had one of those Pedant Moments.

You don’t ‘develop’ tetanus. You develop cancers or autoimmune diseases or rheumatism or arthritis. You don’t ‘develop’ tetanus. You catch it.

Not from other people. Usually you get it from an infected wound which can be external or internal. You see, those diseases, tetanus, botulism and gangrene are all caused by species within the bacterial genus Clostridium. They are all anaerobic, which means they live without oxygen and are often killed by it. None of them infect you in the traditional sense because they cannot live in oxygenated tissue.

They can live in your lower gut where oxygen is so low as to need very expensive equipment to detect it, and most of them are common soil bacteria. They are really lousy pathogens, they can’t spread easily between people and they kill their hosts way too often. Like cholera (Vibrio cholerae), they are bacterial species in the wrong place and just making a mess.

Okay. So let’s take gangrene (Clostridium welchii). It cannot infect living tissue because of the oxygen. It grows in dead tissue around a wound. It produces toxins that kill the living flesh surrounding that wound. Then it can grow in that dead tissue. You get this, you are effectively being eaten alive and being killed a little bit at a time. Nibble nibble.

Botulism (Clostridium botulinum) does not infect at all. Not even in dead tissue. It grows in food, famously in pates where the dense nature of the liver paste gives them a nice anaerobic environment. Also in canned food or in jars – which is why jars have those ‘button lids’. If the button can be pressed, either the jar has been opened or something in there is alive and producing gas. Neither is good. Always check. Swollen cans, jars with pressable lids, yoghourts with hard, convex lids… don’t risk it. These things are not expensive enough to take the chance. It’s not just botulism, there are many others.

You don’t get infected with botulism. The bacterium produces fifteen different neurotoxins in food and they are not all killed by heat. Basically, it poisons your food. The actual bacterium could pass through you without doing much of anything, it’s already produced the nasties in your lunch.

This is what made me cringe when listening to ‘training’ of new staff in Local Shop. ‘Food poisoning and food borne disease are pretty much the same thing’. No. They are entirely different things. Botulism is food poisoning. It grows in the food and you eat poisoned food. No infection. Salmonella is food borne disease. You eat contaminated food and it grows in you. Infection. But then, I wasn’t being paid enough to intervene and I’d just have seen blank stares anyway so I let it go.

So… tetanus (Clostridium tetani). There is a vaccine for this one and it’s a good one. It doesn’t last a lifetime, you need a booster but that’s about once every ten years. The vaccine is not aimed at the bacterium, it’s aimed at the toxins it produces because like other bacteria in this genus, it’s not in living tissue. The bacterium might well appear in your bloodstream but it’s really not very active in there.The toxins it produces in the dead flesh in the wound it’s infected are what is killing you.

No vaccine is 100% perfect. There will always be a few people it doesn’t work in and a few who will get sick from it. I’m lucky in that I have never been sick from a vaccine, but it does happen.

With something like tetanus though, it’s extremely nasty and often fatal so I’d say the risk of catching it is far, far greater than the risk from the vaccine. I definitely took the chance that the vaccine would work for me over the chance of getting the disease. I live on a farm, I don’t farm it but during harvest and ploughing there is a lot of soil dust around. I’m also digging and mowing and trimming all summer. Tetanus is a big risk here. So, if it ever turns out the vaccine didn’t work for me I really haven’t lost anything by taking it – and if it does, the gain is enormous.

So far I have never experienced tetanus. Could be the vaccine, could be luck, I have no way to tell. It’s like the old joke about the guy on a train in England throwing paper balls out of the window to keep elephants off the tracks. There are no elephants, therefore it works. I have never had tetanus, so does that mean the vaccine works? No idea, but I’m happy to have not had tetanus. And no bad reaction to the vaccine or boosters.

This is not to detract from those who have been sick after vaccines or who have had serious reactions to them. I’m just saying I’ve been lucky in that regard. I fully understand that others have not been so lucky.

There are many other species in this genus. Clostridium butyricum lives in your gut and it helps in starch digestion by getting into the starch grains, producing gas and exploding them like popcorn. So other bacteria can get to them. Never got around to publishing that, it’s in a PhD student’s thesis but she had way more than enough publications to pass anyway. That’s a useful one, they aren’t all evil.

Then there is Clostridium difficile. This is a properly evil bastard. It will destroy your guts when you are at your lowest ebb and it will kill you. It is also one of the few that can spread fairly easily, especially in places like hospital wards where people are already sick and stuck in the same room for a long time.

There is no vaccine, it lives in your gut and produces toxins that tear your intestines apart. Treating it involves antibiotics that are 50/50 going to kill it or kill you first. Last resort antibiotics like metronidazole or vancomycin. There is another way but the NHS didn’t want it and I’m not allowed to make it public. Meh. If I ever catch this, I have the Stuff in the fridge.

Vaccines against this genus are pretty much limited to tetanus, and that vaccine does not make you immune to the bacterium because your immune system won’t see it – and can easily deal with the actual bacterium because if it does get into blood, it’s already struggling. It’s growing in wounds composed of dead tissue. The vaccine generates antibodies against the toxins it produces. The effect lasts about a decade, then you need a booster. Seriously, look up what tetanus can do to you after a simple gardening accident and tell me you wouldn’t risk the vaccine!

A vaccine against botulism is unlikely. You’d have to derive antibodies to all its array of toxins. A vaccine against the bacterium is futile, it doesn’t infect you. Likewise with gangrene – the tissue it’s growing in is the dead stuff around a wound. It’s producing toxins that act locally so by the time the immune system gets to see those toxins, the tissue affected has died and so have the local immune cells.

If you don’t consume too much of botulinum’s toxins, there is a chance your immune system can mop them all up before they kill you – but trust me, you’re not going to be totally asymptomatic. You might be lucky enough to get to somewhere that can provide an antitoxin treatment too.

With gangrene, there is nothing your immune system or medicine can do. The affected tissue is dead and it’s spreading. The only thing to do is to cut off the affected area before it reaches some important organs. You’re going to lose parts of yourself if you want to survive this one.

Will there ever be a gangrene vaccine? No. Once it gets into the already-dead bits around a wound, you are, basically, fucked. It does not matter if you have antibodies to the toxins, the toxins are localised so you can only fight with what you have in that region, and that region is dying fast. Tetanus toxins are systemic so your whole immune system is involved, all over your body. Gangrene toxins are like fighting a war in a narrow valley, only the few on the front line can fight, the rest are just hanging around with nothing to do.

I bet it won’t stop the mRNA lot trying though. They’ll come up with the bright idea, as they have with covid, that if your own body cells express the toxins then your immune system will get to know them and be ready. Once more, they will overlook the small matter that the immune system doesn’t just attack the toxins, it attacks the cells producing them. It won’t stop gangrene. It will accelerate it even before you get it.

Hopefully someone in one of the companies has had one of those ‘Hang on a minute…’ moments and they’ll leave it alone. I’m not confident. The pharmers are all about money, not health. If they can mug you into buying the vaccine – and still keep indemnity from any damage it causes – they will make it and convince the idiots in government to mandate it. Or better yet, add it to your food so you can’t refuse – because you don’t even know you took it.

Never happen? It is already happening with covid vaccines. Once that vaccine passport is in place, there is no limit to what can be mandated and added to it. No limit at all. If one of the mandated vaccines kills you, well, too bad. They still have your money and that’s really all these companies care about.

Don’t forget there is also a depopulation agenda at play here. Oh you can hide away and pretend it’s tinfoil hattery if you like, but it’s been very openly stated over and over again. By the same people who want to inject you. To ‘protect’ you.

If you still believe governments won’t deliberately kill their own people, I’d suggest you study the likes of Chairman Mao, Pol Pot, Stalin etc. Hitler was small fry compared to these guys. And no, they are not in the ‘distant past’. Check the dates they were active.

Ah, but they are not western governments. Our side are more civilised. Like the internment camps for Japanese people in America during WWII. Like the biological experiments performed on unknowing subjects in America and the UK. Like the covid camps in use in Australia and now being constructed all over the west. Get this into your head – people are all the same. No matter what colour, what creed, what culture, deep down we are all the same. The Nazis were not a special case.

Even Churchill, the man who guided the UK to victory in WWII. The UK had captured a German enigma coding machine and found out that Germany was about to bomb Coventry. They didn’t warn Coventry because that would let the Germans know they could crack the code. Coventry was sacrificed as a move in a chess game.

Governments are dispassionate chess players when it comes to their people. They don’t care if the pawns get wiped off the board if it leads to what their end goal is. Yes, it’s just like a chess game except… you’re not playing it.

You’re a piece on the board.

Rumours and Contradictions

Blogging is going to be sporadic for a time. I am now up to my eyes in books getting prepared, getting existing books prepped for reloading on Lulu and have opened the fifteenth Underdog Anthology (Halloween) for stories. Even this post has taken three days to complete. Also, I have only just noticed we are now in September – author payments were due three days ago! I’ll get to that tonight.

One bit of good news – my grandson is making an excellent recovery, so that bit of tension has eased at least.

I see there is something of a to-do in Afghanistan. Lots of contradictory information, as ever, but I’ll refrain from commenting. I’ve never been there and have no military experience so I have nothing on which to base an opinion. Other than… why do countries keep invading Afghanistan? Nobody ever wins there. It’s where empires go to die. Just leave them alone, FFS.

When it comes to matters microbiological, that’s different. So here goes. A rundown of some of what I’ve seen and heard and the fragments that have been confirmed. There’s too much for one post.

I’ve heard that Germany and Denmark have stopped vaccinating. What’s confirmed is that both have stopped using the Astrazeneca vaccine over the blood clot issues. As far as I can tell they are still using Pfizer and Moderna vaccines. So they haven’t really stopped vaccinating, they’ve just narrowed their range of vaccines.

Japan hasn’t stopped vaccinating. They have stopped using Moderna over contamination issues. Well, if you give a company immunity from prosecution, why would they spend money on quality control? As far as I can tell, this only affects Moderna vaccines and only in Japan.

Vaxpasses are about to come into use in the UK, initially only for nightclubs and other places where large gatherings of people happen. I see so many comments of ‘well it’s just for large gatherings’ and they really believe it will stop there.

In France and Australia you can’t get into a supermarket without a vaxpass. In Cyprus you can’t even buy petrol without one. This is an activity that takes place outdoors, on your own, and the ‘pay at pump’ thing means you need never contact anyone else at all in the process. So the vaxpass makes no sense here. It makes no sense anywhere, but outdoors and alone it’s extra-special bunk with knobs on.

Israel is rolling out third jabs, because if you try something twice and it makes matters worse, the obvious solution (to idiots) is to keep doing it until it does work. Therefore their vaxpass is now only valid for six months after the last jab… which has an implication that should be blatantly obvious to anyone. Especially when you notice that the EU vaxpass has space for eight shots, and that many countries have ordered ten times as many vaccines as they have people. Oh yes, if you got on this train you are on it for life.

The graphene oxide thing is still going on. I’ve never worked with it so I can’t say whether the published micrographs look like it or not. It’s a sheet of carbon one atom thick, I would suspect you’d need a scanning tunneling microscope to see it, not a light microscope, but as I said, I’ve never worked with it so don’t know. I have no idea why it would be in there and the pictures I’ve seen show no real form, just folded sheets of something.

Well, if I was going to make a nanobot, using a stable carbon based outer shell that can be made one atom thick would be a good place to start. However, the micrographs don’t show robots or any kind of mechanical structure so if they were nanobots, they got mangled during the injection. Well, I did once consider nanobots a potentially useful thing (the virus mentioned in that post was in the computer). But that was back in 2003.

So, we have a great deal of conflicting information. There are those telling us the ‘vaccines’ are safe while others are building court cases over the massive amounts of harm they cause. Those telling us they work but everyone needs another shot because they aren’t working. Reports of magnetic effects followed by Japanese scientists finding magnetic particles in the shots. Graphene keeps coming back too, although the microchip story seems to have faded somewhat now. The 5G link… well I’ll probably be dead before 5G gets out to rural here so I’m not likely to have much to say about it. Getting any phone reception at all is cause for celebration here.

The imminent UK vaxpasses will be for large events, soon to be extended to pubs and shops and your living room and every time you need a pee. Australia and New Zealand are at the point where even North Korea is facepalming but Ireland and Denmark are dropping all restrictions and vax passes at the same time as Boris and Wee Nippy demand their introduction.

Incidentally, the best description I’ve seen of Boris lately is ‘a haunted haystack’. It needs to be a story.

As for Australia, I used to think it was full of Crocodile Dundee types and that wonderful mad bastard who grabbed deadly snakes and was unfortunately killed by a stingray. I thought they all wore hats with corks hanging off them, cracked a cold tube of beer and threw another prawn on the barbie. Which gives a bit of a difficult image in the UK… my daughter used to collect Barbie dolls so I imagined a kind of game of quoits where you’d throw prawns and try to land them on the dolls. But I digress. Anyway, it turns out Australians are a bunch of feeble girlie men who will do as they are told by thugs in uniform and are scared of getting a cold. If you want to put out threats, Aussies, remember I’m on the other side of the planet and you are in detention – teacher won’t let you leave your country, or even your state. So what are you gonna do about it, matey?

Sweden, meanwhile, has ignored it all. With a covid infection and death rate result that was… exactly the same as everyone else, except they didn’t destroy their children’s education (well, apart from the Doom Goblin’s ‘we don’ need no education because we already know everything’ crap), they didn’t wreck their businesses and didn’t force everyone into pointless masks. But let’s not talk about that because it is so very inconvenient.

The messaging coming out is contradictory, much of it is unconfirmed, it is confusing and disorienting and I suspect that is deliberate. I have used this kind of technique for fun when faced with antismokers and other generally stupid people, and it really does work to scare people. I never imagined it could work on such a scale, it seems I underestimated the levels of stupidity and gullibility out there.

It is not going to improve any time soon. We are going to see much more of rumours that are later randomly proved or disproved, definitive facts that turn out to be false, clear ‘conspiracy theories’ wrapped and sealed in an Alcan factory that will later be shown to be the truth, until you don’t know if you are up or down, whether black is white or blue is brown.

At that point you are open to anything. Anything that will take away the confusion. Even if it is bizarre, it’s less mad than the world in your brain. Anything that at least looks logical.

Here is a bit of logic. One I have used more than once.

There are no roundabouts in America because the Romans never got that far. The Romans built dead straight roads because they hadn’t invented steering. So the invaded peoples built winding roads and roundabouts to slow them down and that is why the Romans failed. They did not reach America, so America has straight roads and no roundabouts. It’s logic.

It’s nonsense. It’s entirely made up. The real game takes longer than this simple outline but it has never failed. You will not believe how many people have accepted that as a sensible explanation. There are so many others, especially with antismokers but they were all one on one, retaliation if you will for snide remarks or fake coughs. It did not occur to me to scare an entire country, but looking back, I had the basis of it.

The basis is confusion, especially confusion that looks like logic. Once you have someone confused, any offer of any kind of illusory logic is grasped at. This is not hard to set up, the only hard part is keeping a straight face while doing it.

The setup was ‘your mask protects me, my mask protects you’, after many conflicting messages on masks until everyone is just desperate for some kind of logical reasoning behind them.

That sets up a mindset whereby everyone around you is at risk unless you do something to yourself (wear a mask) and if someone else doesn’t wear a mask, then they are a risk to you even if you are wearing yours. It’s senseless, but after a few months of ‘wear a mask/don’t wear a mask’ people are ready to grasp anything that gets them out of the confusion.

From there it’s a simple step to ‘my vaccine protects you, and if you don’t get one you are putting my health at risk’. A moment’s thought makes it clear that this is ludicrous, but so many aren’t thinking any more. They have been battered by confusing stories to the point where they just want it to stop, and they’ll accept anything at all that means they can fix some kind of logic in their minds.

So now we have the absurdity of the non-sick unvaxxed being dangerous to the often-ill vaxxed. If you are not vaccinated you can generate deadly variants of a virus you don’t have and infect people who have been vaccinated against that virus. People really believe this. They really do. I have to admit to being grudgingly impressed by the behavioural scientists of SAGE, they have performed a feat of brainwashing on most of the population that is absolutely astounding.

Of course, it’s not over. There are already calls for the unvaxxed to be segregated from society – including from Noam Chomsky, a man who was born in 1929 and will have observed multiple instances of the consequences of those words. Australia and Canada are building very large ‘quarantine camps’, and I hear rumours that other countries are also building them. Of course, any mention of them being used to round up the unvaxxed is tinfoil hattery. As was the vaxpass, the third jab, the fourth jab already being discussed and the eight spaces on the EU vaxpass. And there are already supporters of rounding up the unvaxxed, so they’ll have no problem finding camp guards.

It doesn’t end with covid either. We are now to fear Marburg virus, a disease endemic to certain parts of Africa and virtually unknown elsewhere West Nile virus is making a comeback, and you can expect variants to start popping up like farts in the bath as soon as the fear of all the new diseases is established. That vaxpass is going to look like a telephone directory – and it’s only valid until the next booster is due.

Miss one booster and you can join the unvaxxed in the camps. Square one.

The future is very dark indeed. There is one ray of hope though – this sort of thing has been tried throughout history, time and time again, and it has always ended very badly for those who have done it.

Better polish up Traitor’s Gate and oil the hinges. It’s likely to get a lot of traffic in the future.

Book stuff

Still lots to do here, still fighting lockdown ennui as, I suspect, are most people. At least I moved out of that tiny flat in time. It was a very nice flat but being locked in there now would have been a nightmare. Also, grandson is recovering well fom his surprise illness which is good news. Somewhere between good and bad news is that my daughter, my youngest, just turned 30 and I feel almost as old as I did when she jumped out a plane skydiving. I think that event took my last non-grey hair.

Anyway. The Halloween anthology is open, and Leg Iron Books is going to be putting print books on They have some steep postage charges and if you undercut Amazon, they ditch you fast so it was never a cheap option – but so many people are boycotting Amazon now, an alternative outlet for print is necessary.

The eBooks are already also available via Smashwords, and most of them have made it through to Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Apple etc, but the only source for print was Amazon. have changed since I was last there. A lot. It’s taking time to figure out the new layout but eventually all Leg Iron Books will appear there. The single author books will go in first (their trim sizes are a little different so if you provided your own cover I might need to ask for a slightly different size) and the anthologies will go in as three-book omnibus editions, where those were in the contracts. So they won’t be the same as the Amazon ones, won’t get the Amazon snarky price comparisons and will be worth the steep postage rates. I’m considering some hardback copies even though those would be so expensive they are unlikely to sell. Costs nothing but time to try it.

Anyway, the end of this month is author payment month so if you want our authors to succeed, have a look at the selection available. They don’t all have the Smashwords Ebook links yet, but they aren’t hard to find.

Best of all, they take your mind off the current Hell on earth for a while.