At the Boatyard

We have to get Knowl St boatyard sorted out and ready for the next boat, which will probably be Lilith. One of the things is that we've landed ourselves with a lot of trailers. One is the one that we bought for doing deliveries from the shop with the Land Rover. We don't need that any more but it needs some repairs before we sell it. We bought a second one for use with the Land Rover. It's a big one for carrying timber and other big and heavy things. It's first job was to deliver a little boat to the Yorkshire Ouse. We've used it for a couple of other jobs, but it obviously needed some repairs, This was delayed by lockdowns and by the post covid volunteer shortage, but now Dave and Kim are busy getting it sorted. It's almost ready to go now, but I have to find some materials to put a floor in it.

There's a former trailer tent, with its tent bits missing. This was donated loaded with all kinds of things that have now mostly been sold. The trailer would also have been sold but its blocked in by the others. 

Right by the gate there;s a very nice little trailer that was built up by Dave and Kim from an axle donated on a recycling trip. This was intended for use with the Land Rover but was hardly used, largely because of the lack of volunteer drivers. As soon as the weather dries up enough for us to put a coat of paint on it we'll put it on Ebay.



Things are Picking Up

We took "Hazel" out of service after Christmas to do some improvements. It was slow going to start with because of shortage of volunteers and me being a bit poorly. Nevertheless, Nessie got to work renewing the damaged floor in the kitchen. Danny renewed some of the cabinside in the back bedroom where it had been leaking. We refitted the stove that has a back boiler and I spent ages doing extra plumbing around it to get extra heat into the central heating (all the radiators actually get hot now).

Helen Sherry came up from Leicester to paint and signwrite the back cabin sides. I resealed the leaky window in the forward cabin.

Meanwhile new volunteer Tony Ellams has taken on sorting out the mess that was "Forget me Not". The engine 'ole is no longer repugnant and the rotting bulkheads have been repaired. Tony has sorted out the electrics so that we now have a reliable starter and alternator circuit and soon we'll have a proper headlight. I'm just starting to clear out the pigsty of a back cabin.

We've a new volunteer just started who wants to learn painting, he's been sorting out our paint stock, and throwing out lots of useless tins of paint.

At the shop we have several new volunteers too, so I no longer have to do the deliveries. I might even start having a regular day off soon.

In the last couple of weeks we've been painting inside and out. There will still be jobs unfinished by the time we set out for Lymm next week, but we're getting there. Things are definitely picking up after the last few years of getting by with a skeleton crew.


"Forget me Not" back cabin bulkhead stripped down.

New kitchen floor

Stove middle pipe being modified.

"Forget me Not" cabin bulkhead under repair.


New floor by stove. New stainless steel stove base on right.

New kitchen floor.


Nessie watching Aaron doing the dirty work.
Shovelling sludge out of "Forget me Not"s bilge.

Clearing out "Forget me Not"s hold.
Cleaned up deckboards.

Castle.


Aaron painting in kitchen, stove in place.
Cupboard doors painted.
Helen Signwriting.

Cabinside.
Shelter under the motorway bridge,

In a Malaise.

I've not posted anything for weeks, except an account of my visit to the Bingley 5 Rise 250th a few days ago. In fact, I've not been doing much, and not feeling too  well. It's been coming and going, so I never know what I'll be like tomorrow. As far as I can see it's a form of Long Covid. I've had this problem on and off since having Covid early on in the outbreak. Some days my whole body aches, Other times I don't have so much pain but my legs feel weak and walking any distance seems daunting, then it lifts and I'm full of beans for a day or two.

I feel rather like I'm letting people down. Indeed, today I've done virtually nothing and that may have delayed other peoples work. I woke up this morning with every joint from my ankles to my neck hurting and decided to go back to bed. The pain wore off about dinner time, but, by then I was in a psychological malaise. Stirring myself seemed an impossible effort. I've just, after much procrastination, made the supreme effort of logging in and starting a blog post.

Strangely enough, a couple of days ago, two of our more senior volunteers were complaining that young people don't want to work. If you go on the market you see them hanging about doing nothing. Now, I've no time for the bone idle, but I do know that many of the people who habitually colonise Ashton market have substance abuse or mental health issues and no-one would want to employ them until these are resolved. Most people who are able to are working, often for little actual gain because of the ridiculously high rents.

The government bemoans the fact that, since covid, a huge number of people haven't returned to work and are 'on the sick'. This could be because they actually are poorly! It seems to me that Long Covid is a greatly misunderstood and maligned condition, rather like it's close cousin, M.E. Virtually everyone who I've asked who has had Covid seems to have kept some residual effects, often tiredness and lack of stamina, sometimes, but not always, including respiratory problems. In most cases this doesn't stop people working, but in many cases it does.

People say it's my age. Yes, I can expect some physical decline as I get older. When I get brain fog, another symptom, people sometimes hint that I have dementia, and yet my brain is bright as a button at other times. Age related decline. mentally and physically, is a continuum, not up and down.

I generally work more than 40 hours a week as a volunteer for the WCBS, and yet I know I couldn't do a normal job. When I'm feeling good I get a lot done and work long hours. When I'm feeling knackered I do the minimum then go home and rest. I'm in charge of my time.

Despite, or perhaps because of, me taking a back seat, things are looking up. One example is "Forget me Not". I've been feeling ashamed of her condition for years and yet unable to do much about it. Recently a new volunteer called Tony has taken on the task of sorting her out. He's turfed all the useful but chaotic items out of the engine 'ole, cleaned up, tidied up, repaired the engine 'ole bulkhead, broken floor, battery box headlight etc etc. Perhaps, by the time we start operating again, she won't look so down at heel.



A Day at the 5 Rise

The Bingley 5 Rise is the highest set of staircase locks in the country. They're on the Leeds & Liverpool Canal and, together with the 3 rise, lift the waterway from Bingley town centre up on to the hillside. They're made to accommodate Leeds & Liverpool Shortboats, which are 14' wide but only 60' long. The staircase is now 250 years old and the Canal & River Trust organised an event to celebrate this.

They emailed us a while ago to ask if we would like to bring a boat. That would be a nice trip, but all our boats are 70' long. Unfortunately the only surviving wooden shortboat is "George" at Ellesmere Port Boat Museum. Instead I was invited to participate in the heritage workshops that they were to hold. I said fine, I'll happily give a talk about wooden boats. In fact I let myself in for doing 2 talks.

With a couple of weeks to go before the bicentenary and a half event  I learned that there would be no electricity for my projector. The organiser offered to copy and laminate all my pictures instead.


Saturday 23rd March dawned cold, wet and windy. I put on my best hat and coat and walked the short distance to Ashton station, having bought my ticket online from Trainsplit the previous day. This company gets the cheapest prices by splitting up your journey into individually ticketed portions. I was booked on to the 07.01 train from Ashton to Stalybridge.

Despite my best coat and thick sweater I was cold on the bare platform in the icy wind. The waiting room was locked and shuttered. The booking clerk ( who Network Rail claim is a waste of money ) arrived and unlocked it. I gratefully entered and sat in the relative warmth. Three teens came into the room too, chatting, giggling and illegally vaping. I was dismayed to see that the 07.01 wasn't expected until 07.14 and would not reach Stalybridge until 07.19. My connection was at 07.13. A good start to my journey!

As a result of the delay I was able to catch a faster train to Leeds. My first ride on one of the bullet shaped bi-modal trains. It was very smooth. I got to Bingley about 30  minutes later than planned, but in good time to give my talk.

The canal is separated from the railway by a noisy dual carriageway road. I found my way down to the 3 rise locks. As I crossed on the very narrow tail bridge a wide beam boat was emerging carrying the mayor and mayoress.  I followed the towpath to the foot of the 5  rise staircase, which strode up the hill like, well, a flight of big stone stairs.
There's a wide concrete roadway beside the locks, presumably put in for maintenance vehicles. It's certainly steep. The top is very exposed and the wind was vicious. CRT staff and volunteers were milling around amongst the many visitors. I found someone to ask about the marquee where I would give my talks, only to learn that it had blown away. There was intermittent horizontal rain in the wind. I found the organiser and she said she was trying to get an extra gazebo to replace the missing marquee. This didn't sound promising, but she gave me the A4 size pictures that she'd copied and apologised for them not being laminated. I was directed to a former lock keepers cottage that serves as a brew hut for volunteers.

There's a cafe near the head of the locks, so I went to purchase a coffee, queuing behind the mayor and mayoress. With coffee in hand I stood for a while listening to a youthful brass band playing from the shelter of a covered trailer, then went to the old cottage to sort out my pictures.  The 'workshops' ( I always dislike the use of that word other than to describe premises for light industrial activity) were due to start at 10am, so, firmly clutching my pictures, I went out to see what was happening. "Pauline" , a Leeds & Liverpool shortboat, was waiting at the head of the locks.
I met the organiser struggling up the steep lockside road. She'd planted an extra gazebo at the bottom of the staircase, so I descended and met a couple of CRT people trying to set up a display of canal related crafts in the meagre shelter provided. There was now intermittent sleet to contend with. One of them was Ruth Garrett, Heritage advisor for the North East. https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1795102110998669    We were able to have a good chat about heritage despite the prevailing conditions.

Another person sheltering in the tent was a former CRT employee. A big lad with bobbed hair and beard he had clearly become disillussioned with CRT and was now working with a project that helps travelling people.

When time came for my talk at 11 they were keen that I should give it a go. Things did not seem auspicious for this, but they found a bench for my audience to sit on, then rounded up half a dozen people to sit on it and listen. I used the pictures, already arranged in order, as cues for my talk about the assembling of our fleet, handing each picture in turn to be passed round the, er, crowd.

My efforts seemed to be appreciated and I think I went slightly over the allotted 30 minutes, but nobody seemed to be counting.

I headed back to the lock house/brew hut at the top of the locks to eat my butties. Soon a group of lock volunteers came in for their snap. They were rather unhappy about the celebrity guests. I had heard mention of celebrities but didn't know who they were. It turned out that they were Philip Davies and Esther McVey, both politicians of the far right. This good natured group of volunteers clearly didn't share the political outlook of their guests. On that I was fully in accord with them.

My next spot was at 1pm. This time I was to talk about the restoration of "Hazel". A couple of chairs had been added to the bench and there were still  more spectators standing. The wind was still harsh, but there was less rain and intermittent sunshine. Again, my talk went well. Afterwards a local amateur photographer, impressed by my appearance (!?) asked to take photographs of  me. He had me posed, leaning on stone walls etc. Next up was Roy McFarlane, the current canal poet laureate. He was going to give a reading, but first he wanted to know all about "Hazel". Perhaps she will be the subject of a poem one day.

When Roy's poetry reading was finished I thought it time to start my walk back to the station. At the exit gate was the organiser chatting with two other CRT people. We thanked each other for the day and I walked on. Soon I was caught up by one of those CRT people who seemed to know me. I've always had trouble with my face recognition software but, since having covid, it's got considerably worse. We chatted amicably, both headed for the station. When we got on to the platform he said he was going to get something to eat, and left via the footbridge. I sat down and wondered who it was, then realised that it was Richard Parry, CEO of CRT. He is known to have an incredible memory for people.

I had to get the train specified on my ticket, so had to let the first Leeds train go. I didn't mind. I enjoy sitting on stations watching people. The second Leeds train was spot on time and quickly rattled me along to that city.

Leeds station is a great sprawling place. It was rebuilt on a strict budget in the 1960s to accommodate additional trains diverted from the closed Central station. There are platforms all over the place, and not very good signposting. I do like it on a sunny day for the light and dark effects though.


I looked at the departure board and saw, with dismay, that my train, the 16.12 to Manchester Victoria, had been cancelled. I was tempted to take a Trans Pennine Express for Piccadilly , calling at Stalybridge. However, my ticket said Northern Trains only, so I studied the departures more. The 1617 to Wigan was shown as via Manchester Victoria, so I made my way to platform 13 to stand in the bitter wind waiting. We finally got away at about 16.35 and the train missed out the first few stops to make up time, which must have really pissed off passengers for those stations. It was my first time travelling on the Calder Valley line between Mirfield and Sowerby Bridge, our first stop. It's always pleasant to travel through Hebden Bridge and Todmorden, then Summit tunnel brought us into Lancashire.

At Victoria I discovered that I'd just missed a train for Ashton and would have nearly an hour to wait for the next one. Instead I used my old geezers 'bus pass to get a tram. They're slower but more frequent. I got off the tram at Ashton and started walking home. I went under the railway bridge at Turner Lane and had started uphill on Alexandra Road when the train that I should have got rumbled into Ashton station.

Update

It's been a while since I posted anything, or even took any photos. I've been busy, but mostly getting on with sorting stuff out, which never show spectacular progress and isn't really very interesting.

"Hazel" and "Forget me Not" are lying fallow for a while as we get on with some much needed work on them. At the moment Nessie is working on improvements to "Hazel"s bathroom. Aaron visited today so we put him to work cleaning brass, which he's very good at.

"Clent" and "Christopher James"

On Saturday 21st I went to Braunston for the National Community Boats Association AGM. With half an hour to spare before the meeting I stopped to have a quick look at Pete Boyce's yard. Nearest the road were BCN tug "Christopher James" and Josher motor "Clent". Pete spotted me taking photos and invited me in for a coffee. Unfortunately I couldn't stop long. Last time I saw "Clent" she had seams you could get your fingers through because she'd dried out. The pessimists said she'd never float again. Now she's nearly finished and Pete is confident she'll be afloat later this year.

Trains at Guide Bridge

On Friday 20th January I traveled to Rugby, starting my Journey at Guide Bridge. Here's a few photos from my wait on the platform.

A Hadfield service enters the station.

A trans Pennine unit curves away towards Stalybridge.

Another trans Pennine service bound for Picadilly.

At last! The Fire is Lit.

On Friday  me and Aaron took "Forget me Not" for a trip to build the bonfire. We took with us dry wood and boxes of paper to get it started. The idea was to ignite it Friday night. Unfortunately, as we went up towards Jet Amber to wind, the gearbox started slipping, To adjust it I needed a particular Allen key, which I keep in a particular place. It wasn't there. After much searching I went to fetch the van which has some Allen Keys in it, but excluding the necessary size. I went to the shop and managed to find one.

By the time we got back to the basin it was 8pm.

I re-arranged things for Saturday night and rang round to see who would like to join us. With such short notice it was just me and Helen who enjoyed the blaze.

The next thing is to plant a tree in the ashes.

One Day Something Will Go to Plan!

It seems the gods are against me with regard to my plan to use the foliage from the boatyard to make a bonfire to celebrate something, anything. First of all the plan for a Samhain fire was stymied by "Forget me Not"s breakdown. OK, I thought, lets have a Solstice fire. We had a tornado at the solstice! OK then, January 1st to celebrate the New Year ( I thought people would already have plans for New Year's Eve). I was recovering from a hospital visit and actually slept through the New Year fireworks.

"Forget me Not"  was still loaded with brash for the fire. It has to come off. I've re-set the date for the fire to January 12th. Nothing much to celebrate except my dad's 109th birthday. It seemed a good idea to get the load off ready so on Sunday me, Aaron, Helen and Ozzy set off up the Peak Forest. We towed "Hazel" along so that Helen could get a bit more practice at butty steering.

Dukinfield lift bridge is always a challenge to get a deep drafted boat through. It's a favourite fly tipping spot, and, inevitably some of the rubbish ends up in the bridgehole. It's always bad, but we've always managed to get through it. until now.

As usual, I wound the power on as we approached the bridge, expecting to bounce and grind a way through. In fact the stern end of the motor boat leaped several inches upwards and abruptly stopped. The butty came hurtling onwards and jammed between motor and copings with a crunch. 

Various people were waiting to cross the raised bridge so I was glad that we were able to extract the boats before tempers got strained. After dropping the bridge to let people cross, we raised it and had another go. The boat stuck again. Dusk was gathering so we pulled the boats back and tied them for the night.

Next morning I rang CRT. They asked if the boat was deep drafted (with an unspoken implication that that made it our own fault). I pointed out that 2'9" was less than the metre depth that should be available on this canal. Kim came along to help and we had a go at clearing the bridgehole using a grappling iron and a keb. Unfortunately the blockage seemed to be of stone or concrete and we couldn't get it out.

I drove "Forget me Not" at the blockage and, as she entered the narrows, Kim and Aaron each grabbed a line and pulled hard. Again the stern leaped out of the water, but she kept going  and I was able to tie her on the other side while we went back to bowhaul "Hazel" through.

Soon we were at the bonfire site, an area of rough ground infested with himalayan balsam and Japanese knotweed. I checked on trees that we've planted there in previous years, then we unloaded the brash, ready to form into a bonfire. We then had a relativel uneventful trip to Hyde to wind. On the way back we got through the bridge by the usual method of taking a run at it and hoping for the best.

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When your friend goes Nazi.

The stereotypical idea of German history is that they were evil aggressors during the Great War, then suddenly became really liberated during the 1920s, only to turn into strutting Nazis in 1933 and then magically transform themselves into democratic workoholics post 1945. Of course, it's not as simple as that. In 1933 the National Socialist Party was disappointed to only get nearly 44% of the vote. After all, they'd done enough voter intimidation and that meant that 56% of the electorate were brave enough and disliked them enough to vote against them. The assumption is that those who enthusiastically supported the Nazis were all fairly nasty people. I thought this for a long time, until I saw a documentary about it. A lot of really nice people, including what would nowadays be regarded as hippies, thought the Nazis would sort out the many obvious problems of the country and wouldn't be too bad really.

When I was in the sixth form I was able to vote for the first time. The voting age had just been lowered to 18. I remember asking a particular girl how she intended to vote, and was shocked when she said Conservative. Her reasoning was that they had promised to allow private radio stations to be set up, which would mean that she would have a huge choice of pop music stations to listen to day and night. Labour had closed down the pirate stations (which actually peddled subtle right wing propaganda between the records) and substituted Auntie Beeb's Radio 1. This was the only thing that interested her.

Nazism is now creeping back in by a strange route. It's called libertarianism. That sounds good, I mean, we're all into liberty aren't we!  It's a bit like anarchism really, no laws, do your own thing man. Real hippie values, except for one big difference. Anarchism, in all it's many forms, tends to assume a level playing field. Everyone equal, no rich, no poor, resources shared. Libertarianism does not change the power structure. There are rich, there are poor. There are no gun controls. Anyone can say what they like  (eg, Libertarian Elon Musk has removed moderation from Twitter) so if you want to defame an entire race or class or gender just go ahead, it's a free country innit. If someone wants to intimidate you out of your home with bigger guns or more wealth, well, they're free to do that. If there's a deadly disease going round but you don't believe in it then no-one will make you stay at home, wear a mask or, God forbid, get vaccinated. Ah, there we go. All those nice people who are into aromatherapy and herbs and are (quite rightly) suspicious of big pharma.

The problem is, if you go down the libertarian route, you quickly find yourself in a very illiberal world. Donald Trump is a libertarian, but his appointees to the American Supreme Court have all but removed a woman's right to choose in the USA. It's a creeping journey towards Gilead.

My friend is a lovely woman. I've known her for years and, though we've never been really close, counted her as a friend. She runs a little cafe where I sometimes go for a butty at dinner time. She's qualified as a spiritual healer and used to be part of a group that were doing healing in return for a donation every week. It shocked me to discover that she is now selling copies of "The Light" in her cafe.

Here's what Wikipedia says about "The Light"-         

The Light is a self-published, monthly British far-right and conspiracy theory newspaper founded by Darren Nesbitt (frequently under the pseudonym Darren Smith) on 27 September 2020,[1] which claims the COVID-19 pandemic was a hoax. The paper has a sister publication, named The Irish Light, which was launched in Ireland by Gemma O'Doherty and John Waters.[2]

The paper has been criticised for spreading COVID-19 misinformation, Anti-Semitic conspiracy theories, Holocaust denial and death threats.[12][13] It regularly prints articles written by conspiracy theorist Vernon Coleman,[1] and according to a review from Harvard Kennedy School "includes content that is aimed at prompting participation and activism amongst adherents of conspiracy theories, rather than simply presenting information".[10][14] The paper has called for executions of journalists, politicians and doctors, leading it to being described as containing 'extremist propaganda'.[15][16]

Although the company behind the paper was dissolved on 15 February 2021,[17] the BBC reported in June 2023 that at least 100,000 copies of The Light were being printed each month and that the publication had more than 18,000 followers on the social media site Telegram.[18][19]

Claims

The print publication regularly makes conspiratorial claims surrounding Bill Gates and world leaders, promotes climate change denial and claims vaccines are weaponized mind control devices.[1][20]

It has called for modern-day Nuremberg trials for journalists, politicians and doctors and repeatedly referenced conspiracy theories concerning Agenda 21 and the Great Reset. It regularly criticised the COVID-19 restrictions in the United Kingdom by comparing vaccination efforts to Nazi extermination camps.[1][11][21] The paper was also found to have spread false claims concerning vaccines, COVID-19 and COVID-19 death figures.[22][23][24][25]

In September 2022, The Light shared an article written by far-right conspiracy theorist Paul Joseph Watson claiming that Lyudmyla Denisova, the former Ombudsman for Human Rights in Ukraine, had admitted to lying about the Russian military committing rape crimes in Ukraine. The disinformation analysis group Logically found that Denisova had only accepted her use of inappropriate language in describing the rape crimes, but had not admitted to lying about said crimes.[26]

In November 2022, The Irish Light ran a headline with the phrase 'Died Suddenly' connected to marketing efforts around the release of an independent anti-vaccine film of the same name. In this issue, the paper used the images of 42 deceased individuals, claiming they had died due to being vaccinated. Upon investigation, none of the deaths were found to be due to vaccines but were caused by drowning, long-term illness, car accidents, meningitis and other events. The misuse of the names and images of the deceased individuals being used to promote anti-vaccine conspiracy theories caused severe distress among family members of the bereaved and an increase in online abuse.[27][28][29][30]

Far-right links

The paper has printed articles by Holocaust denier John Hamer and recommended books by white supremacist Eustace Mullins,[11] and has featured an article by pseudonymous blogger Lasha Darkmoon which said that people should be able to question the Holocaust.[11][18] It also defended radio host Graham Hart, who was sentenced to 32 months imprisonment after making anti-semitic remarks on his radio show in which he characterized Jewish people as "filth" and "rats" who "deserve to be wiped out".[18][31][32] The paper also regularly references the far-right Cultural Marxism conspiracy theory, which has similar roots in antisemitism, and has promoted the neo-Nazi propaganda film Europa: The Last Battle on its Telegram channel.[11]

The paper has also been criticised by the anti-racist group Hope not Hate for its support of the far-right by interviewing anti-Islam party politician Anne Marie Waters, printing articles co-authored by the English Democrats chair Robin Tilbrook and Heritage Party leader David Kurten, and promoting material by Mark Collett, the leader of the fascist group Patriotic Alternative.[11] According to its founder, he is in communication with the editor of the German far-right conspiracy theory publication Demokratischer Widerstand (Democratic Resistance), which has stated that it is a "partner" newspaper of The Light. Demokratischer Widerstand has been linked to the Reichsbürger movement, the group behind the 2022 failed coup attempt in Germany.[18]

Distribution and Criticism

The paper is purchased via private Facebook groups and Twitter contacts and then distributed by volunteers who are instructed to airdrop copies through letterboxes or abandon the paper in public spaces.[33][34][35][36][37] Local leaders in towns across the country have accused the publication of "inflaming division and harassment with false and misleading claims about vaccines, the financial system and climate change".[18] Its distributers have also been criticised for deliberately targeting teenagers and children.[47]

After copies of the paper were distributed in Stroud, residents protested against the paper, stating: "...we are alarmed by The Light's use of the pandemic to push support for antisemitism, Holocaust denial and racist hate speech - as well as for denial of climate change, NHS-bashing, and other reactionary views."[4][7]


It's interesting that Stroud is mentioned. Along with Totnes, Glastonbury and Hebden Bridge it has a high percentage of hippieish/new agey residents, who have generally brought new life to these towns and have values of love and peace and tolerance that I generally share. I've heard though that Totnes has gone rather sour post pandemic with anti vaxxers harrassing those who went along with Covid precautions.

I imagine it's the antivaxx line that has enticed my friend on to the slippery slope towards fascism.

I know a lot of people distrust conventional medicine, and, in particular, the huge pharmaceutical corporations. I'm one of them, but, there's always a danger of throwing out the baby with the bathwater. I don't believe that having multinational conglomerates manufacturing and marketing drugs for profit is the best way of ensuring good health among humans in the world. The Fentanyl scandal illustrates this. However, if I have a headache I'll take paracetemol. I'm suspicious of antibiotics, I think they're too widely used, but if the alternative is death, like when I had a bad infection last year, I'll have them. I've had spiritual healing and I believe it did me some good, but I wouldn't rely on it if I had HIV. I'd want antiretrovirals thank you very much. When I was diagnosed with cancer I changed my diet, ate cannabis, imagined little gremlins attacking the tumour and was prayed for by half the Christians in Ashton. I also had the conventional hormone therapy and radiation treatment.

When it came to the pandemic I did not go down the conspiracy rabbit hole. I'm old enough to remember people crippled by polio, pretty much eradicated by vaccination, and I can remember, when I was young, huge numbers in India died from Smallpox, now eradicated by vaccines. That doesn't mean I like the companies that develop and manufacture them.

Antisemitism of course has received a huge boost from recent events in Gaza. I am one who has described the unconscionable attack on civilians, and refusal to allow any real aid, as genocide. These are the actions of a right wing government, elected with the help of the same dodgy fixers who got Trump elected in the USA. It's easy to slip from condemnation of the Israeli government to generalised hatred against Jews, but it's wrong.

The publisher of this nasty rag, "The Light", is a flat Earther. Well. I'll leave that there.