DannyBoy

Yeah, it's not something one gets to do that often but when one does one can't help feeling pleased with one's self... Like this guy Readi, Mr Reed I started calling him in my thoughts after the event. Someone I met aged 15 he 26 already already a man of the world me just a green horn not knowing anything about anythinhg, except the knowledge I could be easily led... Cycling along he the Clarion Cycling Club's best all rounder, a racing cyclist most proficient in the 25, 50 and 100 miles time trials in 1955 just returned from one of his tours round Europe, but on this last occasion working the "VENDAGE" collecting in the vine harvest which used all the cheap lanbour it could get, making himself another "Working class hereo for so behaving... Well on the day in question he singled me out to offload a pair of white crocheted knee length socks he's ordered by post in 2 adjacent sizes figuring if the larger size was too big he would off load it onto m...

IN 1993, A RUSSIAN QUANTUM PHYSICIST QUIT HIS JOB AFTER AN INSIGHT VADIM ZELAND, Russian The Physicist who decoded reality. WHO IS VADIM ZELAND? Vadim Zeland is a Russian quantum physicist who developed Reality Transurfing after studying the nature of reality and consciousness. His discovery: He combined quantum physics principles with practical manifestation techniques, creating a system that has sold millions of books worldwide. The core insight: Reality exists as infinite parallel tracks, like movie versions already filmed. Your inner state determines which track you experience. Why it matters: His work influenced countless people to shift from forcing outcomes to allow them. A fundamental change in how we interact with reality. REALITY IS LIKE A MOVIE WITH VERSIONS ALREADY FILMED. He taught ppl to "slide" between them by changing their inner state. Treating goals like "no big deal" made them manifest faster than wanting them ever could. Here's the ...

Most Public School boys born in England, aged 7 or 8, when they are torn away from the comforts of their parents' homes understand that one day they may be destined to become Prime Ministers, especially if the school in question is the No 1, most prestigious, that of Eton where our first son was born (in the Canadian Red Cross Hospital, a million miles away from its school, lol). At that age and beyond I was still content to play out in my free time so long as I knew where my Mam was. My primary and secondary school subjects of History (in-one-ear out-the-other) English (full of exceptions to rules) French (not quite double Dutch) were happily to a large extent left behind when I succeeded in getting into the local Technical School, aged 13, when for the following 2 years it instructed in half day segments of Woodwork, Metalwork and Draughtsmanship I had no further interest in pursuing. Leaving Mathematics and the Sciences as something that I could pursue further, and which led to...

He was an idealist: WW II against Hitler's Germany was his second war. He had wanted to fight for the Spanish against General Franko in 1938 the year my elder brother was born, when Alice our mother told him: That's alright Jim but don't come back here which, apparently, changed his mind. In 1941 with his second son arrived already 26th November 1939 Hitler's war in Germany was different, for he volunteered as a Royal Marine Engineer/Commando, and was despatched to Scotland to build listening huts for the WRENS on the island of Bencula in the Outer Hebrides in 1943. This was shortly after our sister Marion was conceived, when his family of 3 visited him in Oban, in the January, to be born on leave in the October, on the 14th, when I accompanied him to visit his mother and sister in Fallowfield, Manchester where I was born. From his letters home I still have in my possession, to a lesser or greater extent, after our mother edited some of them out, he died 4th August 19...

What brought back this memory was another friend of both my brother and me in the person of Brian Bailey, Brian Fredrick Bailey to give him his full title but affectionately known as Joe for much of his adult life who, unlike Jim my brother and I, didn't live much beyond his 60th birthday, dying as he did in 1962, shortly after my heart attack that same year. Higgi on the other hand would with difficulty be claimed as a true friend, although for my part we did some noteable rock climbs together in the Peak District, which included the "Dove Dale" outcrop, around that time together, and when Joe and my brother Jim turned round during our first ascent of Beinn Nevis, Britain's highest mountain, it was Higgi who continued to partner me on our continuing ascent for a short distance further, until, unfortunately the conditions were becoming total "White Out", and we were aware that on its north side the mountain had precipitous cliffs, when we turned round too. ...

which is to say he needn't have volunteered, aged 35, with a wife and two young boys, aged 2 and 3, his father Catholic Irish, his mother of Orange Order Northern Irish extraction, and he already working in a job which was vital for the UK's war against Hitler's Germany. Suffice then to say he volunteered because of a misplaced idealism: all his younger brothers-in-law had already joined up: Frank Wall serving in Italy, Eddie, my wife's elder sibling, elsewhere over seas, young George in Egypt, only the older Bob, in the same age group, remaining home not yet called up because of his similar age, or possibly a year older? But 4 years on, en route to the Japanese theatre of war, stationed in Canberra Australia, and presumably deemed to being A1, in health, before his embarcation, he had contracted Leukemia, which swept him away in record time, of only a few weeks or months, certainly not a time measured in years. As a budding Chemist, by profession, I thought he may h...