road to nowhere………..52 Geo. 3, c. 16

Media is an interesting thing…all consuming media…as a child media was available but not really know as media, it only became media over the last decade or so. See it, hear it, use it, can’t live without it. Imagine a day without media communications, no phone, no broadband, no on-the-move tablet or device. No social media, Fb or tweets fall off the page…what would we all do?

Not being of a digital¬†Luddite¬†persuasion, I feel carried along by waves of menacing broadband connectivity but still aware enough to ask the questions…are we selling ourselves to the digital devil? The young are enslaved by the concept of carrying a mobile device before being able to ride a bike…stabilises on (insert – Pay as you go)

Radio, Television, we listen to them and crave information…but the visualisation and substance can be obtained through new and exciting ways, at the age of 11 or 12 I made a tray on the crossbar of my bicycle to carry a small transistor radio. I couldn’t bike the 10 minute journey from home to school at lunchtime without musical input. Today the passion remains but the methods of input are slightly different….radio 5 or 2, CD from the eighty’s stroke nineties, on occasions of complete obsession ipod and earphones while selecting a playlist from the past.


Shepherd’s Resting

So after another hectic week of deficits and anticipation referencing “The End is Nye” has the World changed….well no not really…. According to your friends at
Per minute : 267 born, 108 die, (net population increase: 159)

To those who are brought into this existence and for those unfortunates who depart, there moment of enlightenment is significant and the problems of the World are of little consequence. However, what about us of the middle life platform? Sitting comfortably between the entrance doors and the final trapdoor. This is not a morbid look at life but that of a detached spotlight on the overall complexities of living. Or maybe and more likely it’s the inner rumblings of mid life questions appearing.

Media is a guide rope…my earliest memories are of a wooden cased television set dominating a room styled in 60′s¬†paraphernalia. Those early days of black and white television, Watch with Mother and the such like formulated my need for media input. As a school boy I found radio….Radio has been and remains the cornerstone of life itself…from those early days of pirate radio and the first listen to something of interest…Love building on fire by the Talking Heads…WOW