Category: paranoia


I’ve been damned by some as an unbeliever, an anti-christ. It pleases me, therefore, and reinforces my self esteem, to know that to others I’m the cool atheist across the street.

My youngest daughter calls me daddy and my mother insists that I was brought up a good catholic kid and on the right track.

So I drink a lot of whisky. So did my grandfather. Who doesn’t? It’s a family thing. At the age of fifteen I was a good father to three kids, and I always went to confession.

Now, suddenly, I’m an apostate Jew. I wake up one morning and that’s it.

Corner shop proprietor Anita Devi — I knew her father, he was like a Rabbi to me, although he was an apostate Sikh — told local reporters: ‘I’m sorting the papers for the delivery wallahs, you know, like it’s 5am, and in walks Dustin Hoffman. “It’s not safe,” he says, “but I’m a very good driver, Mrs Robinson.” I ask you, do I look like a Nazi dentist?’

No comment, no jazz.

However, Kafka told me this sort of thing was a possibility and, hey, Anita, he gave me a couple of other clues too: like, until this beard grew overnight I was Al Pacino a la Godfather 2, like an old dead uncle always insisted I should be. And Bukowski told me once that when I realised I’d failed as a writer I could maybe scratch a living as an Ernesto Guevara lookalike. Now I’m a 55 year old Ratso Rizzo.

Life’s a bitch. Forget about it. Just learn the lesson: never judge a close relative by his cover.

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I’ve been damned by some as an unbeliever, an anti-christ; to others I’m the cool atheist across the street. My youngest daughter calls me “daddy” and my mother insists:

“We brought him up a good catholic kid and he was on the right track. So he drank lots of whisky like his grandfather — who doesn’t? It’s a family thing. At the age of fifteen he was a good father to three kids. And he always went to confession.”

Now, suddenly, I’m an apostate Jew; I woke up one morning and that was it…

Corner shop proprietor Anita Devi (I knew her father; he was like a Rabbi to me, although he was an apostate Sikh) told local reporters: “I’m sorting the papers for the delivery wallahs, you know, like it’s 5am, and in walks Dustin Hoffman. ‘It’s not safe,’ he says, ‘but I’m a very good driver, Mrs Robinson.’ Kafka told me this might happen”.

Hey, Anita, he gave me a couple of clues too. Till this beard grew overnight I was Al Pacino a la Godfather 2, like an old dead uncle  said I should be. Bukowski told me once that when I realised I’d failed as a writer I could maybe scratch a living as an Ernesto Guevara look-alike…

Now I’m a 55 year-old, suburban Ratso Rizzo. Life’s a bitch.

Call me a sceptic but…

“LONDON (Reuters) — The government is likely to announce an easing of air travel rules next week after security was tightened last month in the wake of what police said was a foiled plot to bomb airliners.”

“What police said”? Who believes what the police said? Who cares?

As you’ve probably guessed by now, I don’t really get this.

You see my point: if it was so important, in the light of “intelligence”, to impose those rules last month, what’s happened since then to make [the authorities] think that the restrictions are no longer necessary (apart from the fact that they have half the Muslim population of the UK under surveillance)?

It almost seems that they don’t want us to believe that there really was a high grade terror alert; or at any rate they want us to forget it.  

Did we believe it in the first place?

Well, look, get real — Did you? Do you know anyone with half a brain who did?

Not I, my friends, not I.

Click here for it.

Be one of the good guys…

I’ve got a dose of the Hitchcocks…

Since the incident in Limassol (see previous post) I’ve had the weirdest feeling.

It’s as if I’m living in a movie, a film noir or a Hitchcockian espionage thriller.

Arrived home yesterday.

My brains are fried and I’m drinking too much, hence the lack of new posts.

I haven’t met any more secret service men but I’ve been served by a few suspicious looking waiters and bar-tenders recently.

Then there was the guy behind me on the flight, and the way the passport control clerk looked at me, and the Israeli taxi-driver who picked us up at the airport…

And I found out this morning that we’ve got a new postman – we’ve had the same guy for five years and he didn’t look ready to retire – and I’m sure I detected an American accent.

Why did he buzz the doorbell to hand me a letter that would easily have fitted the letter box?

And why has the woman across the street taken in a new lodger?

Why does the water taste weird?

What’s making the lock on my front door stick when I turn the key?

Something is happening here but I don’t know what it is.

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