Can you remember the days when our trains always had a ‘guard’? I am about to return from Bedford to Yorkshire, and, when I last did this journey, I found myself in trouble, having mis-typed the return date when booking my ticket. As the ‘guard’ (now styled ‘Revenue Protection Officer’) was getting ready to remostrate with me, I disarmed him, smiling sweetly, with “I’m in my 80th year, and doing my best to keep up with all today’s digital dogma. Now, how would you like to punish me?” I got off with a warning. The young chap one seat forward wasn’t so lucky, a £20 on the spot fine for having used the incorrect ‘discount card’.
Published by Andrew Livingstone
Born in a stone-flagged under-dwelling, in an obscure Yorkshire village. Funded for grammar school by my aunt, worked variously in HM Customs, the London Met Police and switched careers into fire-resistant glazing in 1984. Back in 1974, like C.S. Lewis, I had come to the conclusion that 'Christians are wrong, but all the rest are bores'. Worked for a spell in Israel, and understood why the 'Austrian asylum-seeker''s final solution did not succeed. Confronted now with the practical outworking of the Coudenhove-Kalergi Plan, I see that my country was sleep-walked into the undemocratic oligarchy of Brussels. My country is too rich in noble history to remain subordinate to these malevolent, avaricious souls with hearts blacker than a witch's hat. The Rastafarian motto comes to mind - 'those who are in earnest are not afraid of consequences.' A root-and-branch change back to true local democracy is the only way. This will not be an easy road but those who see clearly know that we must make this corrupt system unworkable, this country of ours ungovernable in its present form. This is not an incitement to insurrection as an objective; instead we lay the foundations of a FAIR, JUST and FREE society. Join us if you dare - our contact details are on the other page.. View all posts by Andrew Livingstone