I am Alan Booth, an ordinary British Man . I'm not one of the famous people that have the same name as me, just an ordinary guy. Welcome to my main blog, a true reliable record of history from the perspective of an ordinary man, a place filled with my thoughts; perhaps my thoughts will persist longer on here than in my brain itself. My twitter I.D. is @alspresso.
Monday, 7 September 2026
Tragedy Inspires
Wednesday, 26 August 2026
Dolly Parton Dies
Tuesday, 28 July 2026
All Wrong
Wednesday, 8 April 2026
Bank Holiday
Saturday, 24 June 2023
Death and Hell
Monday, 20 February 2023
Last Third of February
Friday, 13 January 2023
Lisa Presley Dies
Friday, 9 September 2022
Sad Day
Monday, 17 February 2020
The nothing
Thursday, 24 October 2019
Truck death, no pity
Earlier in the week I discovered that 39 people were killed by stowing away on a truck heading for the UK. Well... I was angered because whoever shut them in that truck put the well being and safety of all those people aside for the sake of the persuit of profit. They chose money over people's lives. Like Judas and his 30 pieces of silver.
If I saw the individual that was responsible being raped by a Mountain Gorilla I would throw the Gorilla a bottle of olive oil and signal him to loob it. And If he cries for help I would say, "Sorry, I'm busy looking for my pity, it is as if my pity froze to death".
If I saw a Saudi holy police man cut the man's head off I would walk up to the executioner and compliment him on his swing and invite him to a game of golf. Then I would ask him to keep an eye out for my pity, I would say it is as if my pity was swallowed up by a dark cold metal box for the sake of some fast cash.
I don't think executing murderers is right but in this case I would not know where my pity is. No pity for this fool. To the person that puts people in danger for dosh, my pity would be lost.
Thursday, 25 October 2018
Death by Proxy
One thing that defines 2018 is long distance attacks on unpopular nationals of certain countries. Sergei Skripal and his daughter from Russia we're both poisoned in Sailsbury, UK in spring of this year and in the Autumn it was the Saudi journalist that was attacked in the Saudi embassy, it is not clear to me when I wrote this how he died. The Saudi government have admitted that violence was involved but they are claiming it was a fight that went wrong.
I don't get involved, different countries value different things in this world. I'm just an ordinary guy with a blog. A man that lived in both sides of the millennium and sits down to reflect. If my blog offends anyone then I ask them to remember that it is just a hobby and and a gift to the people of the future.
Wednesday, 18 April 2018
Windrush and Death
My Aunty died a few days ago and I hope that she is in a better place. A place filled with bliss and joy and peace. This document is in the public domain so I won't say anything else.
There is a scandal coined "windrush". It is about people that were brought over when they were children and the system didn't keep records, they worked all their life and are now being treated as illegal immigrants, even though they were in the UK for all their lives paying taxes and working. It must be very stressful for all those people involved.
Saturday, 23 September 2017
Departed and departing
Yesterday was the birthday of my granny that passed away. Her departure was positive in a way because she was freed from a very painful state of being. I am sure she is in a very blissful place. A place of paradise where joy overflows and fills all that are there. It would be nice if people could come back and tell me the wonders of the next journey.
Feeling sadness for a lost family member is nothing new to me. From a young age I had to deal with a great loss and went to school feeling very depressed. Life is short and one must reach out for meaning and reason and find happiness from within. There are often less then ten decades before it ends. I will try to make every day count.
May this short life we have be fruitful and complete.
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Princes Diane
This week is the 20th anniversary of princes Diane's death. My people were overcome with grief when she died but I wasn't. There was a mass mourning that wouldn't be out of place in North Korea. I was sad she was dead but I wasn't overcome with grief.
I didn't hate her but she was a stranger to me. She was not part of my family or my friend circle. David Guest died in 2016 and I felt more sadness for him because I liked his character more and would feel amused by his jokes. I think some people that grieved the death of Diane we're more touched by her death then the death of their own granny.
I feel like the reason for the big reaction was because her life was very much in the public domain. The news papers would publish everything about her life. She was vulnerable and behaved in a way that many people would relate to, she was a do-gooder and kind. People felt pride, pity and familiarity for her so her death became personal to them, like the loss of a sister or aunty.
I wonder if our Queen will receive the same reaction when she eventually dies. I love my Queen because she loves the UK and I can relate to her outlook. She is proud of our country and speaks out about all the good things. She is like a third Granny to me. When her journey has finished, will we feel sadness? Will we be overcome with grief like princes Di? We will see. I know I will shed a tear because she is the only ruling monarch I have known all my life.
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