Wednesday, 31 August 2011

Dugong! another one nearly bites the dust :(

Hello interweb, and how are we today? I would like to talk about the plight of an already endangered species today, the Dugong.

The dugong is a large marine mammal which, together with the manatees, is one of four living species of the order Sirenia. It is the only living representative of the once-diverse family Dugongidae; its closest modern relative, Steller's sea cow  was hunted to extinction in the 18th century. It is also the only sirenian in its range, which spans the waters of at least 37 countries throughout the Indo-Pacific, though the majority of dugongs live in the northern waters of Australia between Shark Bay and Moreton Bay. The dugong is the only strictly-marine herbivorous mammal, as all species of manatee utilise fresh water to some degree.
In recent months over 100 of these fascinating sea grass munching creatures have died off the coast of Australia due to starvation. You see the dugong only eat sea grass and in the past year torrential rain and storms including the cyclone Yasi has destroyed massive areas of the dugongs only food source. Over 1000 miles of coastline has become sea grass free leaving these mild mannered creatures with nothing to eat.
Many turtles have also been washed up on the Australian coastline after suffering the same fate. Forced to move from the well known and established feeding areas will leave the dugong vulnerable to disease injury and death.
A multi billion pound gas processing plant on the edge of the great barrier reef isn’t going to help matters either but Ann Bligh has promised to make a comprehensive assessment into the plants environmental impact. Oh that’s all ok then because people like Ann always do whats best for the environment and never lie or deceive do they?
Indigenous fishermen are adding to the problem by carrying out unmonitored slaughtering of dugongs and turtles in large numbers using Australia’s Native title laws as a form of defence for their actions.
There have been reports of a dugong calf been tied to the back of a boat so that it’s cries bring in the mother and then both are killed.
It takes several years for dugong to reach sexual maturity so there numbers do not increase rapidly. It will take 2 to 3 years for the sea grass to grow back after the damage that it has suffered so the dugong are already going to have a lot to deal with.
The dugong swim slowly and have a very placid nature which makes them easy prey.
It is a sad fact that without some sort of control over the hunting of these animals that they may well become extinct. Another species that we are left with just pictures of. 

Peace out Yall, THE BAGSTAXXX

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Whales, Frogs and other endangered creatures!

Hello interweb,
"we do not know the true nature of the entity we are destroying." Arthur C Clarke said that back in 1962 about Blue Whales. The largest Mammal on Earth, Weighing in at around 190 tons and 30 metres long you wouldn’t think that they had many predators but these amazing creatures were nearly hunted to extinction to within only 0.15% of their initial numbers. 

Today Blue whales can be found in varying numbers around the globe including the arctic regions Greenland and surprisingly the Indian Ocean and Madagasca.
Blue whales tend to be fairly solitary creatures travelling alone or in pairs they are not really that social however when it comes to feeding they do group together and some Blue Whales have developed very complex ways of catching food which shows that these huge creatures have an intelligence that could only have been wondered at and is probably one of the reasons that Arthur made his comment in the first place.

Most if not all of these animals face the threat of extinction due to mankind. Thats right, you and me. Destroying the animals natural habitat or hunting them, sometimes not even for food but for body parts for medicines or for prized horns.
Some species are actually actively targeted by humans, we also set standards for which species we think  should be saved and which species we find unimportant or undesirable.
For example, the coqui frog,
an invasive species in Hawaii, is so common there that its “nocturnal singing” reduces the value of homes and prevents hotels from using rooms near forests. Hawaiians have proposed eliminating the frog, and several wildlife managers want to release a pathogen to kill the frogs. The frog has decreased the value of homes and caused a loss of business for several hotels, so the Hawaiians decided it was acceptable to get rid of the group of coqui frog living near them. What gives us the right to eliminate an entire species because it lowers the value of a property. Utter insanity.
I personally have an enormous love of many underwater animals, having been swimming with Manta Rays and one nine metre whale shark ( )
I think I have caught some sort of bug, I now want to go in search of whales and other marine creatures, for me it seems as though they really do show a level of intelligence and even a degree of empathy that goes far beyond our understanding and they don’t fuck each other over for a percentage or an oil field. We could learn a lot from them you know.
Peace out yall THE BAGSTAXXX

Friday, 26 August 2011

Narcissists, celebrities and roller skates!!!!

·         Hello interweb, Today id like to talk about latex, oops, sorry wrong blog I meant to say Narcissism.
is a term which  gets its name from Ovid Narcissus, a handsome young chap who refused point blank to have “relations” with anyone who offered themselves to him. He had never seen his own reflection. The nymph Echo saw him one day walking through the forest, and fell in love with him. Echo was unable to say what she felt, because she had been cursed by the goddess Hera to only be able to repeat others' words back to them. Ive no idea what Echo had done to piss Hera off but I digress, anyway Narcissus heard her but could not see her, and when he asked, "Who's here?", all Echo could reply was, "Here." One day, when Narcissus became thirsty and stopped by a pond to take a drink, he saw his reflection in the water for the first time. Not recognizing himself, he fell in love with his reflection. Unable to consummate his love, Narcissus pined away at the pool and changed into the flower that bears his name, the Narcissus.

OK so now we know where the word comes from, what does it mean, well many interpretations can be taken from the word but to start with "narcissism" often means inflated self-importance, I along with many serial killers and super villains have been accused of being a narcissist. I honestly can’t say that I am a true classic narcissist as when I see my reflection in the mirror I am more of the opinion that maybe a scarf of some sort is in order so as not to scare the children if I have to venture outdoors.
The basic ingredients needed to cook up a good narcissist are as follows.
Narcissists think they are better than others.
 Narcissists' views tend to be contrary to reality. In measures that compare self-report to objective measures,
narcissists' self-views tend to be greatly exaggerated.
Narcissists perceive themselves to be unique and special people.
 Research upon narcissists’ behaviour in resource dilemmas supports the case for narcissists as being selfish.
To be a good narcissist it would be great if you had all the following traits but just a few would suffice to get you on your way to becoming a regular General in the third riech’s return.
  An obvious self-focus in interpersonal exchanges
Problems in sustaining satisfying relationships
A lack of psychological awareness
Difficulty with empathy
Problems distinguishing the self from others
Hypersensitivity to any insults or imagined insults
Vulnerability to shame rather than guilt
Haughty body language
Flattery towards people who admire and affirm them
Detesting those who do not admire them
using other people without considering the cost of doing so
Pretending to be more important than they really are
Bragging (subtly but persistently) and exaggerating their achievements
Claiming to be an "expert" at many things
Inability to view the world from the perspective of other people
Denial of remorse and gratitude
So now that we have all this information it has become abundantly clear to me that whilst I would love to see things from the point of view of others, I'm afraid I cant actually get my head that far up my own arse. Bingo, got it.
We all see narcissists at work every day when we look through the tabloid papers or switch on the idiot box. Acquired situational narcissism (ASN) is what celebrities suffer from, your Simon Cowells and many of the “things” that he creates all are classic cases of ASN.
ASN differs from conventional narcissism in that it develops after childhood and is triggered and supported by the celebrity-obsessed society: fans, assistants and tabloid media all play into the idea that the person really is vastly more important than other people, triggering a narcissistic problem that might have been only a tendency, or latent, and helping it to become a full-blown personality disorder.
      Well done reality television, just what the world needs.
Right then the post has just arrived and there is a letter from my life assurance company Zurich, apparently my life cover has now gone up to £118,333, after informing my wife of the increase I have suddenly become aware of a roller skate positioned at the top of the staircase. Not unusual you may think but We don’t have kids or any roller skates. The worrying thing is not the positioning of the aforementioned skate at the top of the stairs but the speed with which it has been acquired.

Peace out yaaaaaaaaaaaalll thump, ouch!!!!!! THE BAGSTAXXX

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Unruly children, flouncing and sarcasm!!!!

Hello interweb, I am going to mention a few points in today's blog which some people may find offensive, it matters not one jot as it is my blog and unlike other places on the interweb,  I can get my point across without it being interrupted by people who tend to not see the bigger picture (is probably the kindest way I can phrase that)
Right then, I would just like to mention “reactive attachment disorder”  Right then, so what is “reactive attachment disorder”?
Attachment is the deep and lasting connection established between a child and caregiver in the first few years of life.
 It profoundly affects your child’s development and his or her ability to express emotions and develop relationships.
Dealing with a child with an attachment disorder, such as reactive attachment disorder, may be physically and emotionally exhausting  trying to connect with the child, only to be met with opposition, defiance, or, maybe hardest of all, indifference.  Or maybe the child always thinks that they are right no matter what the situation.
A child with insecure attachment or an attachment disorder doesn’t have the skills necessary to build meaningful relationships. However, with the right tools, and a healthy dose of time, effort, patience, and love, it is possible to treat and repair attachment difficulties.
So what may be the sign of  “reactive attachment disorder”
An aversion to touch and physical affection. Children with reactive attachment disorder often flinch, laugh, or even say “Ouch” when touched. Rather than producing positive feelings, touch and affection are perceived as a threat.
    Control issues. Most children with reactive attachment disorder go to great lengths to prevent feeling helpless and remain in control. They are often disobedient, defiant, and argumentative.
    Anger problems. Anger may be expressed directly, in tantrums or acting out, or through manipulative, passive-aggressive behavior. Children with reactive attachment disorder may hide their anger in socially acceptable actions, like giving a high five that hurts or hugging someone too hard.
    Difficulty showing genuine care and affection. For example, children with reactive attachment disorder may act inappropriately affectionate with strangers while displaying little or no affection towards their parents.
    An underdeveloped conscience. Children with reactive attachment disorder may act like they don’t have a conscience and fail to show guilt, regret, or remorse after behaving badly.

This public information announcement has been brought to you by the one who flounces.
Yes interweb, I flounce and am well aware of my ability to flounce at will, and do so as often as I see fit, sometimes with great grandeur.
 It is much better to flounce with an audience, you can really get the full effect and make grand overwhelming gestures whilst flouncing away .
 To flounce on the Internet really does not have the same effect, I will usually flounce on the Internet when the only other option is to bang my head against a brick wall till it starts to bleed.
Anyway all of that aside I would just like to say that Hi, my name is bagsta and I love to flounce.
Maybe there is some sort of support group available for me to go to like alcoholics anonymous,
I flounced at the office today, then I flounced in my car three times on the way home but when I got home I went to the bathroom and had a really long flounce in the mirror. I feel so dirty but I simply cannot help myself.

And here are two pics I found amusing about flouncing.

Right that should satisfy my need of sarcasm for a few hours.

N.B. Normal blogging will resume shortly.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Africa update, spineless idiots and Winston Churchill

Hello interweb, I wrote about the problems facing the horn of Africa in a blog post a few days ago and would just like to follow up a little with an update to the situation.( Previous post can be found here )
In the US John Baird and Hillary Clinton have been less than enthusiastic about military intervention in Somalia despite six million men women and children who are facing death from starvation  severe malnutrition and violence from warlords that control many of the regions in Somalia.
It could be argued that military intervention of any kind could make the situation worse.
I fail to see how it could make things worse.
Al-Shabaab militias are refusing to let people leave and are preventing aid from reaching the people in need despite the ever growing death toll.
 They have brutally murdered aid workers to drive their point home and are murdering people who try to leave the area for the aid camps.
 They are decapitating and burning the bodies of people as a warning whilst the US and the rest of the world sit back and watch, probably remembering the bloody nose they received last time after hugely underestimating the will power of these militias.
The last time the US were there 18 of their troops were killed and after the body of a dead soldier was dragged through the streets of Mogadishu the US pulled out all together.
Canada, you know that “nice” country didn’t fare to well either after one of their troops was found to have tortured a Somali teenager to death.
This time the problem has extended much further than Somalia into neighbouring countries across the Horn of Africa.
The bottom line here is that aid needs to get to the starving people of this region of the world and the United Nations needs to step up security now, if this means asking for the help of foreign governments then so be it.
 Go in hard and go in fast and do not underestimate the warlords who are profiteering from the aid that they have killed to take control of.
Part of the problem is that when the food does get to a distribution centre the ruling parties are so corrupt that that they steal a lot of the aid for their  own gains and on several occasions this has led  to  desperate people trying to steal food and troops opening fire on refugees trying to get the aid killing them on the spot.

There is a lot of talk in the news at the moment about people not giving enough to the relief effort in Africa and I for one can understand why.
The old saying that charity begins at home is no more real that at this moment in time. There is a huge world economic crisis at the moment and I cant see an end to this whilst we have a bunch of fucking idiots in charge of our countries who do not have the balls to take the action that is needed to overcome many of the problems at home and away.
The financial problems need to be tackled, we all know deep down inside that to sort that problem out we are all going to have to tighten our belts a bit, well those of us who have a job will. Those who happily sit back with their hand out will not have to do anything other than keep it held out.
Immigration needs to be curtailed and I mean on a massive scale.
People travel thousands of miles across many “safe” countries to reach our shores, we need to ask ourselves why that is.
Maybe the Mayans were right after all and I really do need to get my Anti matter catalyzed nuclear pulse propulsion system up and working because I cant see any of this ending well in the near future.
We seem to have developed an ability to feel empathy but not the ability to react to it. I am as guilty as the next person of this, I will sit and watch the news as more and more disasters unfold around the world. Some of them we can do nothing about but some we could, but where the hell do we start.
Im damned if I know but one thing I do know is that im sick to the back teeth of the lilly livered politicians that run our country, and I don’t just mean the current government. The last lot were even worse, bunch of spineless pricks that couldn’t fight their way out of a paper bag. I feel that the world as a whole needs to rethink a few issues with immediate effect.
That said it doesn’t matter what I think as I tend to ramble a lot anyway and most people I doubt will have read this far anyway, lol.
Winston Chrchill once said that history is written by the victors, that maybe true but I have also found that history has a habit of repeating itself. We have the ability to learn from our mistakes, when do you think we will start exercising this ability?
Anyway before I ramble too much more and someone sends for the men with the huggy huggy jacket I will bid you good day interweb.
Peace out yall. THE BAGSTAXXX

Saturday, 20 August 2011

Life and Death, the lazy bastard!

Good morning interweb. Today I feel oddly refreshed, odd because I've just done 60 minutes of pretty intense cardio exercise which made me sweat, a lot. I seem to have hit a brick wall now and am not losing anymore weight and the spare tractor tyre is diminishing somewhat slower than it was. However I can’t remember ever feeling this fit at any time in my life before which brings me to the subject of life. Well actually death.
Death is the termination of the biological functions that sustain a living organism. The word refers both to the particular processes of life's cessation as well as to the condition or state of a formerly living body.
The nature of death has been for millennia a central concern of the world's religious traditions and of philosophical enquiry, and belief in some kind of afterlife or rebirth has been a central aspect of religious faith. In modern scientific enquiry, the origin and nature of consciousness has yet to be fully understood; any such view about the existence or non-existence of consciousness after death therefore remains speculative.
The concept of death as a sentient entity has existed in many societies since the beginning of history. In English, Death is often given the name Grim Reaper and, from the 15th century onwards, came to be shown as a skeletal figure carrying a large scythe and clothed in a black cloak with a hood.

I have found that death is a lazy bastard to be honest. With over 180.000 people dying on a daily basis you would think that he was quite busy but on several occasions when I have been knocking on his door the lazy sod has been sat with his feet up listening to old zeppelin albums and picking bits of food out of his teeth with a skeletal finger.
"hi death, hows tricks" "fuck off I'm busy" "OK" and just like that I'm back with the living. He really should try harder you know. On one occasion he was actually out at work, or maybe off out picking up a pizza or something because he wasn't home anyway. So there I stood at deaths door and there was an intercom thingy with some buttons on it. Tentatively I pressed the one marked "please press for assistance" A very pleasant female voice informed me that death was unable to come to the door at this moment but to please take a seat and he will be right along as soon as he is able, alternatively press one of the other buttons for a list of all the ways technology has failed to improve the quality of life and will absolutely not improve the quality of your death.
Well not been one to look a gift horse in the mouth I promptly fucked off and am still here today. I bet he's spitting feathers with the amount of times he's missed me. lol.
Right I'm off to watch some cricket I think.

Peace out y'all THE BAGSTAXXX

Friday, 19 August 2011

You is not a gangsta, you is a gobshite, innit!!!!!

Hello interweb, Today I'm going to be old and grumpy, that's because I am, and I intend to exercise my right to be old and grumpy to its fullest extent.
I will start my grumpy ramblings today with an observation if you will. It is generally an observation that has probably been observed for generations about one generation to another and that's a lot of generations. Cave men probably moaned about those young upstarts with their fur wrap rounds, we never had them in our day, just a spear n me bollocks blowing in the breeze.
You see the other evening I nearly crashed the truck whilst laughing so hard at some young guy who looked exactly like the the kid from the “pretty fly (for a white guy”) video.

The hat on the piss, the bling the stupid bloody hand gestures and his trousers half way down his legs. He really did look like a complete tool! I felt like asking him if he had looked in the mirror before he came out, I also felt like running over him and putting him and the rest of the world out of the misery of it all, he will probably breed at some point and that can't end well.
I have seen this kind of thing before and it always makes me grimace.
Why do you attempt to talk like you is a gangsta? And why can you not string a coherent sentence together that does not include the phrase “innit”  You is not dopey razzle or whatever his bloody name is and you is not gonna get laid by trying to pretend dat you is. (I think ive nearly got da lingo down now innit). The kid seriously looked like some sort trailer park red neck inbred offspring and to cap it all off he had ginger hair and was wearing a bright red baseball cap offset at 90 degrees. Whilst I have nothing against red heads per se this was not a good look.
It brought to mind one of my favourite quotes, “its amazing what you see when you ain't got your gun”
I see them down at the gym as well, they usually go prepared though, at least a group of 3 all wearing hoodies with great big waste paper basket  sized headphones on following one another from one piece of equipment to the other sucking their teeth in your general direction.
You see this coupled with the recent civil unrest in my green and pleasant land has to make you think that a good dose of 2 years national service wouldn’t go a miss and if you got caught rioting you can go on point ya little shite.
Anyway, many of my fellow 30 uppers are descending on Chicago for the weekend on the annual meet and greet and may I wish them all a fab weekend. I will make it across the pond one day to see you all, ( or Y’all as you say) Hmmmm going hunting wabbits with LC and an assault rifle sounds like my kinda fun.
Right, now I feel a bit better for getting that off my chest I shall go and find food.

Peace out yall THE BAGSTAXXX

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Spaghettification, old people and detonation!

Good afternoon interweb, It looks quite grim from my office window today but I have become aware of a new word today and it is a real cracker.
Told you it was a belter. Now as to what “spaghettification actually is, what it isn’t is anything to do with Italian pasta stringy stuff that you eat usually with a tomato based sauce of some form or description.
No, “Spaghettification” is what will happen to you if you wander a bit to far past the event horizon of a black hole. And remember, not even light can escape a black hole.
This actually has some relevance from the point of view of travelling into deep space which is becoming a more daunting task than even I could comprehend.
You see what happens when a massive star goes supernova is that their core regions implode which can never be a nice thing, even for a star.
The core of stars more than roughly 6 times the mass of our sun reach a condition late in their lives ( much like old people) where the fusion reactions in their cores are producing such a high flux of neutrinos that the neutrinos carry away badly needed energy from the core. (or they need to go to the loo more often in old people)This causes the core to collapse and heat up (not like old people, they just get very cross and dribble a lot) This in turn produces more neutrinos and the whole process gets carried away as the star starts getting very close to saying enough is enough.
As the core finally collapses, the density increases so high that suddenly the neutrinos can't escape, and within a few hours the bottled up energy causes the star to detonate. (which incidentally is a fabulous word, “detonate” I do not know of any old people who have ever had the misfortune to “detonate”) When the star reaches a size equal to the black hole horizon size for that mass, it becomes a black hole as it explosively sheds the rest of its mass in a supernova. 

So now we have a black hole, now the gravitational forces that are exerted by a black hole are mind numbingly huge and if you  were to get too close you would be spaghettified.
The force of gravity that is exerted on your feet would be so much higher than that exerted at your head that you would be stretched out until you split in two, then four, then eight until you became a thin string of elementary particles. Not a good look if I'm honest.  
Hmmmm, its looking more like I may well just trust that the mayan’s were having a laugh at our expense and all that will happen on the 21st of December 2012 is that I will realise that I have a lot of Christmas presents to buy as I will still be about after all.
Anyway  just to inform you that on this day in history August 18th 1227   Genghis Khan, Mongol conqueror, died.
Peace out yall, THE BAGSTAXXX

N.B. No old people were harmed during the writing of this blog but I have heard of one detonating.....somewhere!!!.

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Radiation, supernova and Hitler!!!!

Well hello once more interweb, I have been looking at my trip out into the galaxy and I seem to have overlooked a rather obvious problem. As I will be spending a relatively long time out in space the possibility of me “interacting” with very harmful sources of radiation is quite large.
Now we all know that NASA astronauts have been popping into space for short trips to the space station and depending on whether or not you are a conspiracy theorist, to the moon as well.  However they have not spent much time out there really.
Deep space is filled with protons from solar flares, gamma rays from newborn black holes, and cosmic rays from exploding stars.

NASA measures radiation danger in units of cancer risk. So a 40 year old non smoker has a massive risk of 20% even if he/she stays on earth. I gave up the weed 6 months ago so my chance is probably higher than that. If my spaceship was built out of aluminium it would probably absorb about 50% of the aforementioned rays and so I would guesstimate that my chance of contracting life threatening cancer from a trip into deep space would be about 50-50.
The greatest threat is galactic cosmic rays--or "GCRs" for short. These are particles accelerated to almost light speed by distant supernova explosions. The most dangerous GCRs are heavy ionized nuclei such as Fe+26. They're much more energetic (millions of MeV) than typical protons accelerated by solar flares (tens to hundreds of MeV),GCRs barrel through the skin of spaceships and people like tiny cannon balls, breaking the strands of DNA molecules, damaging genes and killing cells. It all sounds very dangerous really and not much fun if I'm honest.
One method of reducing the amount of cosmic rays that would actually reach my body would be to use plastic to build the ship, polyethylene to be exact, it absorbs 20% more cosmic rays than aluminium. HAHA, at last a use for all those saved carrier bags in the kitchen draw.
This whole project is really quite complicated you know and I still haven’t found a way to get my particle accelerator working either. I think I may be due an early siesta. People say that I'm lazy for having a siesta but it happens a lot across Europe you know. If Hitler had invaded Europe in the afternoon it would have probably saved a lot of bloodshed as everyone would have been caught napping and captured without the need to fire a single shot. We would all now have reliable cars and gadgets that meet the highest standards of engineering have a large selection of sausages to choose from and drink from huge flagons instead of poxy pint pots, but anyway I digress.
Right off to siesta.
Peace out y'all, THE BAGSTA XXX

Monday, 15 August 2011

Messy people, random shite and creativity!

Good afternoon interweb, well here we are again. I am currently sat in my office on the Headquarters computer typing this, as I look around at the state that is my office I can’t help but be overwhelmed by the feeling of “what a bloody mess”.

Really, it is a dumping ground of “stuff” granted all useful stuff, or I'm sure it will be useful some day.
This got me to thinking about messy people in general. I know quite a few and the most stand out character trait in each one of these people is the fact that they are very creative. I don’t mean just a bit creative. I mean very creative. Some have written plays, others books and radio shows, more are artists or photographers, but the general thing about them is that they are both very creative and very messy.
I myself take photographs, love it, most people looking at the majority of my photographs probably don’t “get them “ as they say. (the “they” sayers seem to have returned). I draw and doodle a lot and often have conversations and debates with myself and often manage to change my viewpoint momentarily to the other side of the argument before coming back with a killer blow whilst the other side has it’s guard down.
I read a quote from Albert earlier which I quite liked, "If a cluttered desk signs a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?"  Many many people inform me that because I have time to blog that I have too much time on my hands and this got me to thinking, if I had too much time on my hands I would probably clean and tidy things.
As anybody who knows me will confirm, my poor long suffering wife included I am probably one of the messiest people on the planet. You should see the kitchen after I have made a meal, even soup can leave a trail of destruction that would make you think you had been burgled. You see my mind seems to go off on tangents of it’s own, of it’s own free will and then that would lead to more thought processes all of which have to be typed out in note form or even in full and saved in a folder on my desktop called random shite!
Occasionally I will dig into this folder and start a new project of some sort and at all times of day and night as well.
 My office gets cleaned and tidied maybe twice a year if it is lucky but I know where everything is, every scrap of paper with notes on, every newspaper tear sheet every reference book or scribbled down telephone number.
So all of this rambling brings me to the question do I think messy people are more creative? I don’t really have an answer for that but what I do know is that once I set my mind to achieve something no matter how long it takes I get there eventually. It took me just over three years to get swim with manta rays in the middle of the Indian ocean and I let my unconscious mind deal with the small steps to making that goal come about and before I knew it there I was.
 I have wanted to go to Iraq for many years to take photographs of the people who live there on a day to day basis and I have almost, almost achieved this goal. To add to this I have also had the opportunity offered to me to go to Afghanistan which is a stunning country from a photographers point of view if not a little volatile at the moment so I will see about that one.
 You see the bottom line is this, if you want something bad enough you will eventually attain it. I do not mean such things as “I want to win the lottery” but things that you can actually do. Think about what you want on a regular basis, feel the ground beneath your feet, the sand between your toes, smell the air, feel the breeze on your face, imagine you are experiencing what you want on a regular basis, I mean really go there, and eventually, you will have it. The world truly is your oyster. Hmmm, I seem to have gone off on one of those bloody tangent things again! Now where’s the bloody hoover gone?
Peace out yall THE BAGSTA XXX