Alan Gandy

Archive for September, 2007

About Guernica

About Nighthawks

A news story from the BBC about some unaccounted for nuclear weapons!

This post has been edited from the blog as it relates to an outstanding debt which has now been settled in full with interest and to the satisfaction of all concerned.

“Every victim was a culprit, every culprit a victim, and somebody had to stand up sometime to break the busy chain of inherited habit that was imperiling them all.”

Joseph Heller – Catch 22

About Catch 22

But what else would I want to be…? There is something very unique about us…. And it´s especially resonant in the current situation! Like it or not, make no mistake, we are at war.

“We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.”

Winston Churchill

About Winston Churchill

What is it with kids today! (OMG – I hear my dad´s voice ringing through my head again…) We have just had the boys to stay for most of the summer, gave them the freedom of the town, and the beach which are in walking distance… And what do they do – sit around the house playing on the computer….

It´s just not natural – at their age I´d have been down the beach from morning until night with dark glasses and a big brimmed hat staring and scantily clad women and girls. Should I be ordering DNA tests – they couldn´t possibly be mine could they?

About Christine´s World

About The Scream

I was walking along a path with two friends—the sun was setting—suddenly the sky turned blood red—I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence—there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city—my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety—and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

—Edvard Munch

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there’s some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England.  There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England’s, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home. Read the rest of this entry »