15 June 2026

Tragedy

On the night of December 3rd 2025, an eighteen year old student at Southampton University was stabbed to death in the street by a member of the Sikh community. He is Vickrum Singh Digwa. His victim was Henry Nowak. You may have heard or read about this case because it became very newsworthy - not just in England but around the world.

Right wingers and thugs jumped on the story. They didn't care a damn about Henry Nowak or his grieving family's wishes. They wished to push a warped idea that somehow this case proved that British police favour ethnic minorities above the host white community. It was all utter twaddle.

Trump's right-hand man - the odious James David Vance said of this case:-
"Henry Nowak died the same way a civilization dies: abandoned, handcuffed by authorities who neither trusted nor cared for him, and accused of hate crimes 
he did not commit. His murder is as tragic as it is enraging. He should still 
be alive today, and he would be if the last few generations of European 
elites had stood their ground against the politics of self-hatred and the 
mass invasion of migrants, many of whom despise the West and the 
people who love it."

You would think that a senior American politician, trained in the law would have wished to know the facts and would also have  diplomatically kept his nose out of another country's internal affairs. Maybe he would have been better advised to come out and condemn the ICE killings of Alex Pretti and Renee Good in Minneapolis. But no, he wished to make right wing capital out of a tragedy, never stopping to note that the killer was born and raised in Great Britain. He was not an immigrant and besides, Britain's generally peace-loving Sikh community is long-established on this island. Sikhs contribute a great deal to our society in various spheres.

Ironically, Vickrum Singh Digwa is as British as Usha Bala Chilukuri is American - the aforementioned person being Vance's own wife!

What happened in Southampton that fateful night was tragic and I really feel for the young police officers involved. It was an exceedingly difficult scenario to deal with. It seemed at first that Henry had been the aggressor and it was not clear that he had been stabbed. Vikrum's lies added to the confusion and Henry Nowak was briefly handcuffed.

I had a close look at the judge's sentencing remarks and have picked out three sections to share. They help to clarify the awful events, what really happened. For example it is clear that by filming the situation on his phone, Henry somewhat naively riled Vickrum Singh Digwa. Not a justification by any means but something of an explanation...

HIS HONOUR JUDGE WILLIAM MOUSLEY K.C. HONORARY 
RECORDER OF SOUTHAMPTON AND RESIDENT JUDGE 
THE KING -v- VICKRUM SINGH DIGWA 
SENTENCING REMARKS 1/6/2026
13. In Belmont Road, you and Henry passed each other. You claimed he deliberately barged into you. I am sure that was one of the many lies you have told and repeated since it happened. However, there was an interaction between you both. Henry, perhaps cheekily, made a comment, asking if you were a “bad man.” He was filming you on his phone when he said it. The tone of his voice was not aggressive or threatening but, as it turned out, a tragic error of judgment. It is a reasonable conclusion that the comment was because he had seen the large, sheathed dagger. That would have been a very unusual thing for an 18-year-old student and non-Sikh to see.

14. You moved towards him and, confidently, told him that you were “a bad man.” This was the response, I believe, of someone who thought they were being disrespected, made worse by the perceived intrusion of being filmed. You were not frightened or concerned and grabbed his phone, removing it from him. The exact events which immediately followed were only witnessed by Henry and you. However, it would not be unreasonable to conclude that Henry would have wanted his phone back, believing it had been stolen from him or that he had been robbed. That may have led to a physical struggle between you and him. In that situation, there was every need for self-restraint and control on your part. As someone who was born and raised in the UK, that should have been your focus rather than any distorted view of your religious traditions. Strong words, even a verbal threat, might have been justified but no more.

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27. Another consequence of those lies is that the attending police officers honestly believed that there were reasonable grounds for suspecting Henry had committed an offence and arrested him with the consequence he was handcuffed for about a minute before his condition further deteriorated and the arresting officer began CPR. The police were given a convincing but wholly false narrative of the incident. It was dark and Henry was wearing a dark top. The entry damage caused by the knife through it, would not have been obvious. Whilst there was visible blood on Henry, it would not have clearly been seen coming from that wound and the clearly visible facial wound was not life-threatening. Henry was complaining that he had been stabbed and was struggling to breathe but that would not have necessarily told the officers how serious the situation had become. It is the experience of the criminal courts that sometimes, someone arrested and handcuffed will feign injury in the hope they may be released. These police officers were faced with having to make quick decisions in pressurised circumstances about the best way to act. The genuine shock to the particular police officer, when he realised that he had been giving CPR to Henry when he had a serious chest wound tends to show that he was doing his best in a very difficult situation.

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But for right wing thugs and for prize idiots like James David Vance and Nigel Paul Farage - why let the facts divert you from your fascistic theorising and your shoot now/ask questions later modus operandi

14 June 2026

Quiztime

As you probably know, there's a big football festival happening in North America right now. It's the 23rd World Cup tournament and forty eight teams are competing for The Jules Rimet Trophy. In this exciting  edition of Quiztime, you will be given ten blurry flags with four countries named after each flag. But to which of these countries do the flags belong? As usual the answers will  be supplied in the comments section.

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1.

(a) England (b) Austria (c) Norway (d) Switzerland

2.

(a) Ivory Coast  (b) Iran  (c)  Senegal (d) Ghana

3. 

(a) Germany (b) Belgium (c) Ecuador (d) Colombia

4.

(a) Iraq (b) Panama (c) Jordan (d) Croatia

5.

(a) Curacao (b) Cape Verde (c) Uzbekistan (d) USA

6.

(a) Turkey (b) Morocco (c)  Qatar (d) Haiti

7.

(a) Paraguay(b) Egypt (c) Czech Republic (d) Austria 

8.

(a) Portugal  (b) Mexico (c) Bosnia and Herzegovina (d) South Korea

9.

(a) Cape Verde (b) Tunisia (c) France (d) Netherlands

10.

(a) Japan (b) Canada (c) Switzerland (d) South Korea

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That's all folks! How did you?

13 June 2026

David

Self portrait 2021

"I paint what I like, when I like and where I like." - David Hockney

"My only worry is the painting I'm doing. Nothing else." - David Hockney

Well-known people die every day. You learn about their passing from news services. Mostly those news items pass me by without so much as a missed heartbeat. But yesterday was different.

When I read about the death of David Hockney, I responded with an involuntary sharp intake of breath. And then I felt very sad for he was one of my very small number of heroes. A proud Yorkshireman like me, he had many of the traits of a genius.

He was so passionate about his art and so productive and he never stopped evolving. He didn't give a bugger what anybody thought about him or his art because he was truly driven. He sought visual beauty and delighted in the world around him. Eighty eight years was not nearly enough time to portray all of the moments he sought to capture.

Back in 2017 I made a special visit to The Tate Britain Gallery in London to see a comprehensive exhibition of his work and I was enthralled. I blogged about it here.

If I could speak to David Hockney now that he has departed the land of the living I would say, "Thank you for being here David and for all that you have left behind. It was really worth it man. Truly."

12 June 2026

Ramist

 
Pierre Ramus  1515-1572

Q. What is a RAMIST? 

A.  A follower of Pierre Ram, better known as Ramus, a celebrated French scholar, who was professor of rhetoric and philosophy at Paris in the reign of Henry II. Ramus famously  opposed the Aristotelians.

So now you know but which side are you on? For my own part I am firmly on the side of the Aristotelians for reasons that will become clear before this blogpost finishes.
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Alrighty, so there I am on Saville Street north of the city centre having just taken Butch, my Nissan Juke, for his first service at the Nissan dealership. And down on the pavement I see the reverse  side of a badge. Following the urban beach-combing example of Mr S.Reed of West London, I stoop to pick up said badge having absolutely no idea what I might see on the face side.
Perhaps it would be advertising some product or other or maybe there'd just be an image but no - this is what I saw...
"TRUMP IS A RA_IST"

Mmm... What could the missing letter be? At first I had no idea until I remembered  one of the great figures of French scholarship - Pierre Ram or Ramus. And then in a moment of illumination I realised that President Trump must be a Ramist. Frankly, I was surprised because previously I noted that the 47th US President habitually shows enormous lack of intellect and indeed historical knowledge. Clearly, I was wrong about that. Only well-read scholars like Haggerty and Marcellous truly appreciate Ramus's philosophical legacy so D.J. Trump must be one of them.

It just goes to show that you should never judge a book by its cover but I am still slightly puzzled, wondering why the badge makers chose to miss out the vital letter "M". Very confusing,

11 June 2026

Pontificating

St Stephen's Church in Aldwark

Yorkshire is England's Texas. Now I would like to share a joke I once heard. A Texan meets a Yorkshireman in a pub one day. The Texan boasts, "Texas is so big it takes two days to travel across our state by train!" The Yorkshireman pauses before replying, "Aye. We've got slow trains in Yorkshire too!"

Yorkshire contains a variety of areas, different people with different accents. There is no  single Yorkshire way of speaking - but many.

Some southerners think of Yorkshire as a place of industry and hardship where old men in flat caps lead whippets to old slag heaps and women in curlers hang washing on rope lines between grim terraced houses.

But the Yorkshire we were in from Sunday morning to Wednesday was very different from that. Take the village of Alne for example. So many big and characterful houses with gravel driveways, neatly trimmed hedgerows and roses climbing round doorways. Girls in hard hats riding horses. Range Rovers splashing through puddles. There in the middle of The Vale of York where the soil is deep and rich and you wake to mellifluous birdsong.

St Mary's Church in Alne

Life is comfortable there. In Easingwold - which is really a small self-sufficient town thirteen miles north of York, I counted five thriving pubs adjacent to the wide Georgian central area. Once this comfortable settlement was the first stopping places for horse drawn coaches heading north from York. "Easingwold" seemed like a very appropriate name - for life appeared easy there just west of  the Yorkshire Wolds that rise and fall on their way to Flamborough Head.

I went on two long walks with Tony and Shirley joined us on our second route. Because Pauline has had two hip replacements and a knee replacement in the last eighteen months, she ducked out - quite understandably. On Tuesday afternoon we joined her at the immaculate Aldwark Manor Hotel - for hot drinks and bowls of triple-fried chips with hummus and tomato ketchup.

Straight Lane near Aldwark

For me, one of the true joys of life is to walk in previously unknown countryside. I call it "virgin territory". Though the weather forecast was discouraging, we managed both walks in good weather, plodding along in the early summer on quiet lanes and paths that were for the most part little trodden.

The old market hall in Easingwold

You don't know how long the times ahead will be but there in the Alne area, putting one foot in front of the other and breathing in early summer air in the middle of Yorkshire, it felt simply good to be alive. And it's surely good that I recognise the preciousness of that feeling.

View from stately Beningbrough Hall

10 June 2026

Back

The tombola stall at Alne Street Fayre with the village hall behind

Back from Alne - pronounced Arn. It was a splendid break in a part of Yorkshire I hardly knew - thirteen miles north of York in rich agricultural land. In the distance, where The Yorkshire Moors rise up above The Vale of York you could make out The White Horse of Kilburn on Sutton Bank.

The 2026 Alne Street Fayre was a big deal and the money seemed to be pouring in. There were over five hundred cars in the big fields beyond Home Farm and thankfully for the community, the weather played ball all day. It was only at 5pm that I was able  to bring our car to Celidih Cottage because until then the streets had been shut off. The entire village was a pedestrianised zone for the day.

I don't know about you but I love a good tombola with tickets ending in "0" or "5" earning prizes. I won an IKEA picture frame, two diffusers, a notebook and pen and a brand new  blanket throw that still had its price tag on it. It was a great haul for an outlay of £10 - all for a good village cause.

Green man carving on the twelfth century font in Alne Church

It was great to spend time with Tony and Pauline. She had some wonderful news to share which I will relate to you in another blogpost. Like us, they don't eat out very often but together we ate out on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday evenings.

Each meal was wonderful and magically, in all three establishments, we were led to the best window tables. I can be quite particular about where I get to sit in a restaurant and in each eatery we got the places I would have picked if left to my own devices.

The Sunday roast in "The George" in Easingwold had been put together with what I  often refer to as "love". We all had beef layered on mounds of tasty vegetables and then topped with light and golden Yorkshire puddings the size of side plates. The cauliflower cheese came in separate tureens with extra gravy boats. No morsels were left but I swear we did not lick the plates clean.

On Monday evening we visited the Jaipur Spice curry house  by the road to Easingwold from Alne. We all agreed it was an excellent, authentic curry. I ordered onion bhajis before my  "Jaipur Special Beef Bhuna" with vegetable rice and  one chapati. All quite heavenly and again the conversation flowed like a mountain spring that never dries up.

Tuesday night we went to the only pub in Alne - "The Bluebell Inn" - which is essentially just a restaurant these days. I ordered Italian lasagne with side vegetables. The main dish was gooey and cheesy with a nicely seared top. And I washed it down with a pint of "Theakstons" ale - a famous Yorkshire brew.

Well I could say much more about our Alne trip  but I think I will leave it there for tonight. I want to get back to the television to watch England's friendly match with Costa Rica. Our last game before The World Cup tournament begins.
At the swing music stage

8 June 2026

Away

Forgive me for playing tricks on you. Yesterday's blogpost "Praise" was  "scheduled" and so is this one. You see, we are not back home in Sheffield. Instead, we are staying in a cottage in the village of Alne - a few miles north of York.

The reason we chose Alne was because our friends Tony and Pauline have been staying there quite regularly. They have a large touring caravan (American: trailer) and it has been sited at the village's caravan park since the start of spring. Pauline is recovering from her second hip replacement operation. Having a bolthole in Alne seemed like a good means of getting away from home without travelling far.
Our end terrace cottage in Alne

Shirley and I have never been to Alne before. Co-incidentally, yesterday was the village's annual "Street Fayre" to raise money for play and recreational facilities. It is pretty much the highlight of Alne's social calendar with  the streets being closed off and various events - including two musical stages.

I sincerely hope that we had a good time!

I will let you know more about our sojourn in Alne when I blog again on Wednesday night - assuming we make it home safely of course!

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