The world is as it is for human beings not because of technical marvels, religions or any other flag that we pin arrogantly to our mast, but because of our innate ability to communicate complex ideas to one another simply and efficiently.

Of the several communication skills we use, the one we are most adapted to, the one that is unique to the human, is spoken language and its written cousin. Without having our palettes, vocal chords and tongues evolve over millions of years to the quite incredible tools that they are now, we would be unable to emit the complexity of sounds that form the basis of all human language. And it is through that complexity that we have been able to modify the sounds into defined and agreed words within out cultures that allow us to take a thought and convey it accurately to a fellow human.

Of course, with that complexity comes risks; if we do not adhere to the agreed rules we share with others then misunderstanding can occur and that can lead to perhaps hilarity, confusion and even war. 

Language is a powerful device and have been used and abused over many centuries to great effect. It is unsurprising that I would be attracted to writing, though at school, mainly due to bad handwriting and English teachers that were so useless that they could not even pronounce the name of the character Quixote correctly, my English was poor; I hope it has improved over the years!

The Stink - Chapter One

This is chapter 1 from The Stink, a work in progress - as soon as I get around to it! It is set in the mid 70s and is less than serious. Unlike a lot of hysterical historians, it does not get bogged down in strikes and riots - to see the docs you would have thought that is all that happened, miserable buggers.

Alone in a Crowded Room

The face is pictured on its own
Background figures laugh and dance
Their own music strumming a muffled tune
That is only for their ears and hearts

Sayings of the Eternal Bear

"Being happy is normally the result of not having looked round the corner first." There is something fairly philosophical about a beast who is the world's largest and strongest carnivore and yet, no one seems to have told him of that fact. Surely bears must have something to say?