Book Rating System

The F.D.R.S.B.

(The Friday Dubious Rating System for Books)

The FDRSB is a five star rating system.

The most your book can earn is 6 out of 5 stars!

All books start with three stars!

*** You’ve written a whole damned book, so, you deserve at least three.

**** You earn a 4th star if you send me on an entertaining trip away from reality.

***** Five stars if I finish reading the book. (eventually!)

****** Six out of five stars if your writing is so good that you can afford , and do, send me 50 Shekels for the plug.

Note: You do not have to have earned five stars to try for your sixth.

Listen to the Light II



Magnificent art shows,  traveling in time.
Masterpieces for a moment,  then suddenly gone,

Reflections and silhouettes,  perpetually reborn,
Transient poetry,  a visual rhyme.



Evolution, Hunters, Providers and Unemployment

Cave dweller – man;

Hunting, fighting and procreating, the 3 major roles that later contributed to  modern day man’s reputation of being mono-focused and only being able to concentrate on one or two things at a time.

Cave dweller –  woman;

Taking care of home fires, children, elderly , digging yams and doing everything else.These roles have since  given her the reputation of being the  multi-skilled sex. Being able to handle multiple tasks at the same time.

Older people of both sexes would pass on their survival expertise to the next generation.


At that time the above  mechanisms complimented each other. Specific roles and teamwork helped us to survive. We  then moved even further ahead  by evolving and inventing  systems to help us deal with the ever increasing complexity of life.

The ‘Captains of Industry’ such as Henry Ford would be proud of our modern day advancements. In today’s world  both partners go out and hunt for the food, we have invented the assembly line for children. They are called ‘Child Care Centres’.

From that point children are prepared for the next assembly line, the ‘School System’. This is where future hunters and gatherers are trained to survive the modern world.

Since the old peoples role of passer-on / teacher of important survival skills has been replaced by the above assembly lines, they are relegated to another institution, called an ‘Old Peoples Home’, where they pass-time.

Society is currently grappling with two awkward bed mates  There is a focus on employment and keeping people productively occupied, when at the same time, the Corporate/Technology community has a focus  on redundancy creating systems in order maintain their profits. The technology /systems that  help us to cope with our  ever expanding and more complex environment can also take our jobs away.  Governments spend our money on both employment and employment reducing technology, a contradiction and dilemma.


The older members of society were the first to lose their traditional role. We have become very good at relieving individuals of burden-some responsibilities and roles within the community. Eventually, with advancing technology and systems, we will be able to give more groups the opportunity, to pass-time. What we do with this time is up to us. Are we going to use this time wisely to live a better  life or allow ourselves to be sidelined and forgotten like many old people in homes?

I noticed a news article the other day where Slave Vehicles were attached to a lead vehicle and were able to be driven in a convoy. Each without a driver, only a passenger, who could consequently, pass-time.

Here are some past and maybe future efficiencies that have and maybe will, enable more people to ‘pass-time’.

Credit card instead of spear.

Texting instead of visiting.

Paper disposable instead of laundry services.

ATM’s instead of Bankers

Computers instead of Drivers

Can you think of any more?


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My Friend Sol and Another Day in Paradise

My sleep-in days have finished. I’ve reached the age now where once awake, I have to get up. As I get older I find I cannot just lay there and go back to sleep. May as well get up and do something. It’ s early, dark, fresh and another day begins!

Two days in three,  up early, 4.30am,  go for a jog to the nearest pool and  have  a swim. I am a casual worker so, if I am working I make my way home (by bus)  and get ready to go to work. If not, it’s a relaxing walk home from the pool.

I don’t like running in the evenings. I find running in the mornings much better. You are fresh from a good nights sleep, conditions are always refreshing and unlike an evening run,  there is not a multitude of daily thoughts running around your head.

Once dressed and ready, I walk  one block to arrive at the local ‘Subway’ store just as they unlock the doors (7.00am).  I order a ‘foot-long’ wrapped  in two halves, half for breakfast and the other half for lunch.

On the way to the bus stop I take my phone out and get a picture of my friend ‘Sol’, as he  peeks over the distant hills to say ‘Good-Morning’.

Here are a few pictures  of  ‘Sol’ greeting me in the morning ;




I have to keep walking while I take the photos as the time-frame between Subway opening its doors and my bus coming around the corner is very tight. It was a lot easier when they opened at 6.30am. I could take my time. Although I suspect that the Subway staff would prefer to open a  half hour later.

More often than not as I near the roundabout, about 75 metres from my bus stop, the bus comes around the corner. I begin to run. The bus driver usually signals me, with a smile and a wave, to say ‘Slow down, I’ve seen you.’ 

The bus is so prompt, we regularly share a joke about her hiding around the corner, waiting, until I’ve come into view. I have not yet missed the bus and been forced to go to ‘Plan B’, however It’s bound to happen sooner or later…..

After work I often  make my way to the nearest watering hole for a good Guinness or two. I call this my proverbial ‘short-cut home’. More of a psychological short-cut, as physically it often involves traveling a few kilometres further. It is well worth traveling a little further to get a good Guinness,  find a quiet corner where I can read a good book and just chill in silence.

Having wound down and left the noises of work far behind, I then make my way home.  I emerge from the watering hole to find my friend ‘Sol’ waiting to say goodbye to another day. It’s dusk, getting late and  I’m well satisfied at the end of  ‘another day in paradise’.

A few more pictures of  ‘Sol’,  saying goodbye !



….. a prickly little character …..


We all have those times when seemingly inanimate objects come to life and get in the way. Usually, when we are in a rush. Although I am aware that I could cure most delays or frustrations by just slowing down, I like to give these objects that human persona and blame them. (Those little bug….rs!!!!)

One, in particular, seems to sneak up and grab me every time I use the lawnmower to cut the edges. I’m not sure if he or she is being vengeful, trying to intimidate the gardener or is lonely and trying to be intimate.

Either way I have given it the well deserved name of  Inani-mate’. Although she/he doesn’t talk very much, I am reminded regularly and painfully that there is a mate, always there, reaching out to me.

🙂 I hope you enjoy these pictures of the very friendly Inani…. 🙂

Inani.. dressed.

Inani.. undressed!

City or Country?

Where the grass is always greener!

New York Sunset – HDR

I love both city and country for different reasons.

One day I noticed that, when in the city, I often longed to be in the country. When in the country, I often longed for the city life.

Then it came to me; both have the metaphoric ‘green grass’ and all you have to do is look down to appreciate it. 🙂

“Then I’ll tell them that where they are, is the best place to be,

if they make it so……………”         

Heather in ‘Duncton Quest’ by William Harwood.

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De Fing dat woz Flung

De Fing dat woz Flung


De fing dat was flung, bewonged t me mum,
She woz berry berry sad!

When dad got home, e tanned me bum,
He woz berry angwy n mad.

Had tears in m ayes, i sed sowy t mum,
Dint mean t be norty or bad.

Afta a kiss on the cheek, n a bery big hug,
we all dwove off t see gwany.

Wid angwy faces and me num-bum, soon all forgot,
Gwan told us a storwy bout dad.

De fing dat was flung bewonged t me gwany,
Boy was gwandad mad!

Dad went wed, n pwetended t b angwy,
n a good larf in d end, we all ad.

Alan Friday

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