NASA Alleged Moon Rock !

When I was 16 I saw V2 celebrity Nazi political DNA NASA alleged Moon Rock close up in a thin glass case in the Geology Museum at London and it struck me at the time that is was almost identical in colour to the Clinker produced by our local cement works. With the benefit of hindsight is now clear that aforementioned Moon Rock is the fine dust from cement clinker sieved out into a mould to form a block and after wet after time set solid as any rock. To make it look realistic they probably smashed up the block with a fucking sledge hammer into convenient chunks for distribution and display.

Other inconsistencies in the moon landing display was the capsule they used to escape the moon’s gravity was no bigger than a Mini and even if the rocket was theoretically powerful enough there was no way it could have carried enough fuel to escape 1/6 Earth’s gravity. Even then everyone knew that the Moon has no atmosphere and therefore escape impossible as nothing for the rocket to push against therefore breaking Newton’s Laws of Motion !

It must therefore follow that since NASA has always been the key scientific institution promoting the Carbon Dioxide causes run away Global Warming theory as fact.( likewise now extreme weather ) is the biggest fraud ever inflicted on humanity and must amount to a crime against Humanity itself !


Leg-Irons Kill People !

I lacked self confidence and although I followed all the news and current affairs, did very little public commenting. In 2006 I discovered BBC Action Network and set back on campaigning on Traffic calming and other road safety issues.

My friend in title post was a recovering Heroin adduct due to been forced out of living with his complete bastard dad ( due to being badly smashed up in a motorbike crash outside the Hospital when a Nurse pulled out on him leaving him with a pelvic X-Ray worthy of a medical horror movie ) yet could still walk plus unstable Type 1 diabetes making him bike to Settle to do a poverty pay job over massive steep hills both ways because when he was an apprentice at Scammell Watford he biked that far each way on the flat each day. Its a long story but at last report his older middle of three sister was driving a brand knew BMW X5 and paying for boob jobs after she divorced the owner of Tatam Tyres she married and probably bust his business. The oldest brother was living in a caravan and at one stage was a New Age Traveller with an old 1969 ERF tractor unit fitted with a Cummins 180 towing a 30s show-mans van totally illegal and under HGV age!

No time to expand further but to say that in 2006 he was on a drug programme using DHC to wean him off his Heroin addiction and after starting on 80 a day enough to kill most people but was down to 40. He smoked Soap-Bar dope to take the sharp edges off the withdrawal symptoms but weekends were always a problem using his daily prescriptions always knocking on the door of the chemist to open on Monday morning. He could go to Bradford on the train and the Clinic was only a short way from Foster Square station but to save him the train fare from Settle and as soon as he got his script he was into the chemist next door and chewed them to make them act faster. On the way back I used to call in at Morrison’s at Skipton to buy 8 hot roast chicken thighs which were perfect temp to eat back at his flat at Settle and give him some decent food at least once a month to supplement the diet of entirely Weetabix as with milk bought from Spar in said town centre. He pointed me to the location of the main hard drug dealer at Keighley right opposite Morrisons petrol station in an old closed big corner shop and obvious to plod as tons of people visiting around dinnertime. With dealing dope he had saved up to buy an ancient BMW and he thought he was legal when stopped a Connonly A629 on the way with mates car full as suspicious on way to said drug dealers and let go as everything checked out on DVLA roadside computer check and his downfall was his mate Billy. He also told how he got his dope bulk dirt cheap from a farmer up Keasden and how Paiul McCartney was the mastermind and finance behind all UK Soap-Bar dope which was probably full of cammel shit and gave you a bad chest unlike Slate Morrocan it killed He also told me about how the BNP were telling the truth about Muslim women bringing heroin back from Pakistan after family visits for 25k from direct information when he was a full addict living at Keighley !

Perhaps Bradford drug clinic stopped swab testing his mouth every monthly visit after which he got into Cocaine big time via Billy deliberately to ensure the experimental project failed and I told my GP about it who said it would never work !

Is Traffic Calming a Worse Health Risk Than Passive Smoking ?

To use fuel efficiently, the driver of a heavy vehicle needs to store the energy contained in the vehicle. Traffic calming is perhaps the greatest waste of fuel ever devised. One new roundabout, causing an average speed reduction of 30 Kph, traversed five times loaded at 32.5 tonnes, and four times at 11.5 tonnes, used on average 2 gallons extra fuel per day. This can be proved by mathematical calculation, but I have never seen the equations in any text book. I have undertaken a rough calculation of the extra fuel used by causing a heavy vehicle to stop or slow. The roundabout calculation shows that fuel consumption is doubled over a certain road section from the start of braking, to the end of acceleration. This will be true for all vehicles forced to stop or slow. The same principle applies to all vehicles if the stored energy has to be wasted through the brakes.

Miles per Gallon is not a true measure of fuel consumption. The true measure is grams per kilowatt hour, as used by transport engine manufacturers. The total amount of time under power is the factor which determines Mpg. Almost all internal combustion engines are most efficient at or near full load. This is because the heat lost through cooling and the exhaust is almost constant under any load condition.

” The Transport Research Laboratory conducted emission testing on roads with 75 metre hump spacing and found with vehicles travelling at a constant speed, CO emissions increased by 70-80%, Hydro-carbons by 70-100% and CO2 by 50-60%. It is obvious that the percentages would have increased by many times over had the more realistic scenario of braking and accelerating for humps been tested as well, but the realistic pollution figures would have designated every humps scheme as a serious danger to residents’ health. ” RITF

Air pollution could be reduced by reversing the present theory of traffic management by traffic calming. In many cases this would cost very little as it mainly involves altering the phasing of traffic lights. The replacement of all small diameter roundabouts on major roads would also produce a useful reduction in emissions from all vehicles. Part time traffic signals and “free give way” left turns could replace many current roundabouts and other permanently controlled junctions, without a significant reduction in safety. Speed warning signs as opposed to speed camera’s could also play a beneficial roll, likewise the latest flashing cats eyes which could be used to warn drivers when part time signals are operating.

It is now ten years since I wrote the basis for the above and since then very little policy has changed at least nationally here in the UK. However, it would appear that future policy is now to be focused on reducing transport’s negative effect on the environment, It is quite ironic that the Green’s actually campaigned for the introduction of traffic calming, even after I sent Friends of the Earth and others letters pointing out the extra pollution it caused. There is also strong evidence to suggest that traffic calming in an area leads to an increase in asthma cases, the science suggests that the same is probably true for 20 Mph zones. I can only hope that concern for the environment will put an end to traffic calming once and for all. The road safety high priests will all squeal like stuck pigs but it has to be pointed out that most of them have never campaigned for annual eye-sight tests for drivers. It is estimated that 20% of drivers in the UK fail to meet the eye-sight requirements, and they are probably responsible for 50% of the serious accidents. A new roundabout was installed at a cross-roads on one of my local roads after two serious accidents in two weeks. I know for a fact that the driver involved in both as the cause was practically blind at the time of the accidents, I knew his grand-daughter well.

To reduce transport’s effect on Global Warming many speed limits need to be increased not cut further. When 90 Kph EU speed limiters were introduced on HGV’s during the 1990s fuel consumption on local 38 tonne vehicles doing night runs from Lancashire to Scotland increased from 9 Mpg to 7 Mpg.

Higher speeds will be no problem if all drivers have decent eye-sight which is regularly tested. The only problem is will the UK government manage to wean itself off fuel tax revenues. I believe that casualties have been cut by 15% in the Borough of Barnet since they ripped out existing traffic calming, casualties for cyclists dropped by twice the London average. You have only got to watch Road Wars on Sky Three to see that traffic calming is worse than useless when it comes to stopping or even slowing determined reckless drivers. It would appear that lack of funds for essential road maintenance caused by using the roads budget for traffic calming has killed at least one moped rider, despite Tameside council’s attempt to avoid responsibility. Increased transport pollution of the type generated by traffic calming has also recently been shown to stunt lung development in children.

The recent chaos on the roads during relatively light snow may be due in part to traffic calming being installed on some hills.

It has come to my attention that a Blackburn bus company is withdrawing its services from several traffic calmed streets. The alleged problem is damage to the suspension of its brand new low floor buses, but that is not to say that conventional busses don’t suffer damage either. Perhaps the reason so many local authorities have had to sell their corporation transport was due to increased maintenance costs for vehicles regularly using traffic calmed streets, in particular those with humps. The stresses on bodywork and other components has to be seen to be believed, likewise the extra workload and fatigue for the driver.

Any local authority still considering introducing traffic calming or building new roundabouts on trunk roads cannot be serious about reducing their carbon footprint.

It is interesting to note that many proposed traffic calming works are often funded by a property developer with a new site nearby. Perhaps their primary interest is to gain brownie points with the stock market parasites and so favor their share price. After all forcing everybody to use twice as much fuel keeps the oil price artificially high and think of all the revenue for extra repairs to vehicles. Any extra asthma cases and any people severely injured but not killed outright will put stress on NHS funding and allow the ” lunatic right ” to call for NHS privatisation, and then the stock market parasites can get their dirty fingers into the till of what could be the largest organization in the country.

Leg-Irons Kill People

I lost a friend of mine in an overtaking accident last week on the A65 near Austwick between Settle and Ingleton. It was technically his fault, but I can’t help speculating that if the vehicle he attempted to overtake had been travelling 10 Mph faster he would have been content to remain behind at least until he could reach a safer place to overtake. Leg-Irons, i.e. those people who will insist on driving up to 20 Mph less than the national speed limit ( 60 Mph on single carriageway A roads ) are a real menace on Britain’s roads. The section of road leading up to where my friend killed himself ( and his mate ) is quite undulating and curvy, but it is possible to safely maintain close to 60 Mph throughout in a car and 50 Mph in an articulated lorry. Of course the HGV speed limit is currently 40 Mph but 90% of HGV drivers do the safe thing and ignore this stupid law which has no basis in science. I did all the vehicle motion science at tech and the mass cancels itself out in all the crucial equations, the limit is there purely to technically make the railways more competitive. Some may travel slowly in the belief that they are saving fuel, but this doesn’t hold water in science or practical experience either. I check my fuel consumption figures of my 1000cc car each time I fill up and I can expect to have to pay significantly more if I have been significantly delayed by Leg-Irons on open roads during that period.

Perhaps the most potentially dangerous Leg-Irons are those who totally fail to attempt to pass slow moving vehicles like tractors at the earliest opportunity. All too soon a ” funeral procession ” of several vehicles can build up and some completely incompetent idiot in a high powered car comes along and is likely to try to pass the lot. Queues formed on open roads generally tend to lead to severe congestion at junctions. It is perhaps hardly surprising that the government fails to do anything about this because they are now considering charging for road use on the strength of it. It is my considered opinion that many drivers buy high power cars or 4 by 4’s to make up for their self confessed lack of aptitude and driving ability.

Of course the road safety high priests will preach that everyone is expected to drive like morons watching their speed all the time and not attempt to pass anywhere. Unfortunately human nature is not like that and its tragic that many of the brightest, imaginative ” get up and go ” younger drivers kill themselves and others simply trying to make their way in life to the best of their ability.

To improve road safety and cut the number of head-on accidents during overtaking the HGV speed limit needs to go up to 50 Mph. Similarly a new offence of Not Making Satisfactory Progress needs to be brought in for car drivers who consistently fail to maintain the posted speed limit. Encouraging traffic officers to stop or film people going too slow and subjecting them to an eye test could be a sufficient deterrent, but perhaps a fixed penalty fine of £30 could work better. I suspect that many basically incompetent drivers would give up driving altogether if they were faced with fines for going too slow. It is also probable that many of them would fail the eyesight test anyway. See

In the early 1960s when the goods vehicle speed limit was only 20 Mph it was not unknown for the police to stop vehicles travelling at only 20 and inquire if there was something seriously wrong with it. It is probably the case that any theoretical reductions in deaths ascribed to traffic calming and other quasi-religious road safety measures of the past 15 years are down to better paramedics and the air ambulance service. It is interesting to note that road deaths are now unfortunately on the increase again now that the effects of the better emergency services have peaked.

Finally I can’t overstress the negative impact that computer driving simulations have on inexperienced drivers which are mostly the young. However, my friend who died was 35 and had not yet passed his test, its a long fairly tragic life story and too detailed to go into here. Drivers need to start organized practical learning as early as possible, but extortionate insurance premiums now preclude this in many cases. My friend was the worlds best driver on PS2 which he played in most of his spare time, but it has to be drummed into young drivers that you don’t get a second chance in real life. I believe that there is now firm research which proves that playing computer driving games lead young drivers to take more risks. Perhaps the same principle applies to many of those who are engaged in shootings and violent crime in general, especially those who misuse drugs.

Campaign Against Lower Rural Speed Limits

IF the government allow local authorities to cut speed limits to 40Mph, transport in rural areas will be put back to 1930s standards. Pre 1974 local councils spent an absolute fortune improving and widening many miles of road between rural communities to make them safe for the then national limit of 70 Mph. If cuts in speed limits go through, the investment of our far sighted forefathers will be completely wasted. Cutting speed limits will also increase fuel consumption for rural drivers. It would appear that today’s politicians have had their brains washed by well organized anti speed campaigners and greens, who’s main aim appears to be to bring back the Red Flag Act and turn the UK into a third world country when it comes to transport. If road safety campaigners were serious about actually reducing accidents they would all propose annual eyesight tests. However, as they get most of their funding from the transport industry it would appear that they would prefer more accidents at lower speeds.

I expect that most rural accidents are caused by tourists going relatively slow watching the scenery not the road ahead. Reducing rural speed limits to 40 Mph will not cut accidents as most rural accidents occur in locations where the safe speed may be as low as 30 or even less than 20 Mph. Cutting the current allowed maximum of 60 Mph will actually encourage some drivers to go faster where road conditions do not allow higher speed.

Many rural road accidents are caused by drivers foolishly swerving to avoid small animals like rabbits and pheasants. Killing something like a sheep is surely preferable to risking you life, running over things like rabbits and pheasants wont even damage your vehicle. Similarly parking in potentially dangerous locations like in blind bends and over the brow of a hill can be easily avoided. Pedestrians should not always follow the highway code to the letter, crossing over to the side of the bend where you can easily be seen from a reasonable distance is advisable

Keeping rural speed limits at the current 60Mph is more important now the prospect of spy in the sky satellite tracking and road pricing looms on the horizon. It would appear that there are plans to put lower limits on every road except the more expensive trunk roads. This will restrict choice to avoid the routes with the highest rates and still get to your destination in a reasonable time. It could be said that rural speed limits are almost impractical or impossible to police, but with spy in the sky tracking, they can get you anywhere between two fixed points. Any average driver is faced with the prospect of becoming a criminal he is skilful enough to complete his rural journey at an average over 40Mph. I seem to remember of something in New Labour’s “clause 4 ” about allowing people to attain their full potential, not much sign of it in policy when it comes to driving.

It is interesting to note that both the current opposers are potential eco-fascists. It is pretty obvious that those leading the call for lower rural speed limits are almost exclusively townies who are probably not good drivers themselves. This country is being wrecked by narrow minded people who because they can’t do something safely themselves think that nobody else is capable of doing it either. Like the Foxhunting Ban, policy is all about trying to destroy the rural economy so that ten bob fat cat city dwellers can ” Escape to the Country ” and take the homes currently occupied by indigenous rural people. Like the road fuel tax escalator, its all part of a general trend for ethnic cleansing by stealth.

A Google search in my name flushed out

I originally wrote the article to PDE publications in Toronto Canada in 1996. Action Network closed and totally shut down in May 2008, perhaps it was divulging to many diverse opinions to a mass audience. I only wish I still had a copy od How to Spot a Blind Driver ( but could probably re-write it far better now anyway ) which got a published response from a woman at Bromley who said I had accurately described her dad who only gave up driving at 70 after a string of accidents !

My Education !

I suppose that a good place to start is when I was working part time after school and the drivers would ask me what I had been doing that day and one day we covered the basic principles of friction and how we did practical experiments to prove it and that friction was independent of area.  This was immediately challenged by one of the experienced drivers and he went on to prove his assertion by telling the story about how as a young lad he had been involved in a runaway incident in a then brand new 1962 6 wheel ( Kew cab ) Dodge coming down into Whalley on the old A59.  The hill in question is not really that steep or long and he had managed to slow down to crawling speed but it was clear to him that there was no way he was going to be able to stop for the then queues at the traffic lights in the village so he put her into the stout stone wall at the other side of the road on the sharp bend preceding the bridge over the river Calder.
In the run up to the said incident one mid week the driver had requested to have the brakes adjusted with the response from the owner being ” they can’t need adjusting we only did them at the weekend ” but he did personally set out on a test run through the narrow entrance to the yard between two houses.  Even though only going dead slow the brakes were useless and he crashed into the wall across the road from the entrance and so it was into the garage for inspection even took the front hubs off to inspect the linings which one driver pointed out were no wider than those on the front of his fast car.  It all came out in the police report on the incident at Whalley and Dodge were grudgingly obliged to retrofit new far wider front brakes which solved the problem and the main lesson was that your front brakes stopped you and the back brakes slowed you down.
Most of the work we did in the early days never required any heavy braking and the Gardner 150 ERF 28 ton powder tank with first rate driver only needed the brakes relined once a year usually just prior to the annual test even though the brakes were originally designed for 26 ton.  We were probably behind the learning curve when we got the first 180 ERF which was bought as a 26 ton chassis cab and we extended the chassis and moved the back bogie back and fitted a flitch bigger front tyres to uprate to 28 tons and fitted a tipper body build using second hand parts including parts of the tipper of 1966 AEC we had scrapped.   Even riding shotgun it was clear that the 180 was not as good at holding you back down hill like winding through the bends coming down from the summit of A 59 Blubberhouses eastbound and probably due to the valve timing on the 180 being advanced 11 degrees compared to the 150 and you had to use the brakes heavier to stop the engine overrunning and hitting the valve heads.  The brakes needed to be adjusted more often and the linings wore out faster and to compensate for wear in the drums we would put a copper washer under the wedge the shoes sat on at the fulcrum end adjuster, we always used copper rivets to secure the lining to the shoes.  However, back in the early 1960s when the fitter I worked with was an apprentice at TGB Clitheroe told of when they serviced the Guy’s owned by the then Regent Petrol, and who’s chief engineer Clancy specified brass rivets to prevent groves being worn in the drums and expected brakes not to be relined until they collapsed a cloud of dust.
We did our level best to keep the fleet brakes in tip top condition and in any case if you let the brakes get out of adjustment the rubber air brake cylinder diaphragms were more likely to fail so good practice saved us work and one time we relined the front brakes of a tractor unit( always relined front brakes as an axle ) a couple of weeks before it was due to be scrapped.   The irony was that we bought the shoes back from the scrapyard for further use and the pressure was on us after we took over the Horton-in Ribblesdale ex-works RMC Burnley contract with its route over the A682 between Gisburn and Barrowford with the deceptive steep gradient long straight down past Blacko tower.   When Horton was owned by ICI you could load 24 hours ( write your own ticket out in the weighbridge ) and one summer evening I went with the owners son to do a load to RMC Burnley.  Just before Barrowford we noticed that one of the trailer brakes was smoking probably just in time before it ignited the hub grease so we had to stop for a while to let it cool down, and its probably worth mentioning that on the way back from the yard of the then under construction new garage on the trading estate ( despite the lock tabs ) two of the studs came out of the air filter mounting in his just out of warranty 2000 S Ford Capri one jamming the accelerator wide open and the other completely smashing one of the pistons.  Just to add its worth mentioning that soon after we took over the RMC contract it emerged that thousands of tons of dust had gone missing under the previous haulage contractor allegedly mostly for the benefit of the concrete block works at Ingleton in which he had a financial interest as part of his overall main building contractor and building product supply business, Horton out of normal hours loading was stopped but no criminal charges were ever brought.
Things went downhill when we eventually moved into the new garage on the Pendle Trading Estate the company was forced to buy after the local council put a compulsory purchase order ( on the yard and ample garage in the centre of my village they had originally intended to use ) in order to build OAP bungalows for sheltered housing.  My own health was deteriorating after initially being diagnosed with an infected appendix which was found OK when it was removed anyway via a five inch long scar on my always had been fat belly and perhaps the reason I collapsed in pain whilst drilling a broken bolt out of a trailer brake cylinder casting was my back problem all along.  It probably didn’t help that I had been riding around shotgun in wagons during my recovery and I probably went back to work too soon anyway and ended up having to go back into hospital for a day to have a cortisone injection in the scar to cure the pain.  I had never smoked until then but started when I went back to work which seemed to help but the whole work atmosphere had changed and the owner became totally unreasonable and he wouldn’t listen to anyone anymore.  I was totally unaware of the situation at that time but I was later reliably informed that the company was on the verge of going bust and at a stage where a liquidator had been sent to value the fleet which was mostly worthless so they kept the company alive. The main factor was that one of our biggest and best customers had gone bust due to a shipment of their foundry products to Turkey being denied entry to the port, plus due to mega late paying  ( alleged in order to dabble in ” short money markets ” ) our company also owed a fortune for work they had subcontracted to other local haulage contactors also at that time under pressure from their banks.
Everyone was brassed off and it was not long before the head fitter left leaving me and the incompetent idiot we got as part of the RMC deal with everything although he did take on the eldest son of a ( known rouge driver although favourite of his for some reason ) as a just left school apprentice to help out.  He was alleged to be going to tech but it was later found that he was staying at home on the said day and the only thing he was any good at was changing tyres.   By then we had got the latest windy-gun but it was not much help because the owner had insisted on bringing the ancient air compressor from the old garage which only had enough air to remove three of the ten wheel studs consecutively and he had also insisted on getting one with a ” long shank ” so it was useless for spring U-bolts.  We did get a small windy-gun which was useful but only I was competent to do electric stick welding and spent most of the time repairing the balance beams of the alleged to save maintenance Charmer’s rubber suspension on the trailers we inherited.  We were also spending loads of time replacing the modern design plastic tipper ram seals, ( which although I have forgotten name of the company who made them ) on the trailers we inherited in the RMC deal, whereas the Edbro  ( basic principle 1950s design ) rams as fitted to our own original fleet were never any trouble.  Even though he was a year older than me the other fitter wasn’t much help, for instance one day we set out to replace the worn king-pins on the front of a tractor unit for test and even though I did the easier nearside, I had finished the job before he had even got his side stripped down.  He was pissing about trying to use his patent Snap-On taper fit ball joint splitter when the best way to split them was to smartly strike the end of the forging with the seven pound hammer which he must have seen fitters do. 
By this time most of the drivers who actually cared about the job were moaning and especially about the Michelin XZY tyres the owner insisted on fitting on the front of the tractor units which went ” walkies ” in the wet and even though to anyone it was obvious that they were drive axle off road tyres with their three groves and big knobbles on the outside.  Everyone knew full well that Michelin XZA tyres were the best for steering axles with their two big groves and solid edges, ( and jumping forward to when I went back working for the company at another financially stressed time after to moving to a new garage again ) they fitted some cheap imported XZA imitation tyres to the front of my tractor unit which were dangerous in the wet and I told the owners son who was then in command that he either put some new ZA’s on or I was only doing four loads from Swinden to RMC Burnley instead of my usual five, I got the ZA’s that night.
Back to the story and it was increasingly impossible to keep up a reasonable maintenance standard and I did try to help the situation by suggesting that we removed all the brake back plate covers from the trailers in order to make it easy to see the condition of the brake linings as we were often having to replace them when they cracked around the bolt holes and fell off anyway.  I got the idea after a tech organised visit to Accrington Corporation Transport bus depot where they had just introduced the latest Dennis double decker fitted with a Voith automatic gearbox incorporating a two stage hydraulic retarder.   We were taken for a demonstration coming down the steep gradient of Willows Lane where the retarder as progressively operated by micro-switches on the brake pedal slowed the bus down to walking place without actually using the foundation air brakes at all.  ACT had big brake problems having to reline after only as little as three weeks due to the steep gradients on most of the routes they operated, all the fleet were fitted with the latest SAB automatic brake adjusters.  I had a close encounter with Leyland automatic slack adjusters when whilst working at Ribble in 1991 when I was sent to change a 150 Preston service Olympian at Burnley bus station after the driver reported the spring parking brake inoperative.   I assumed that the problem was due to broken springs in both brake cylinder units until on the way back I had abort stopping for traffic lights which changed to red on the last second when I almost ended up sideways in the wet road, it was found both rear axle automatic adjusters had completely backed themselves off.
Back to my apprenticeship and one afternoon one of the 32 ton artics went to load for the morning after at Waddington Fell sandstone quarry and she got away on the driver coming down the two miles long steep hill into Waddington village and he managed to stop her by putting her into the wide grass verge and sinking to ground the front axle on the edge of the road well before the village itself.  I managed to pull him out with a chain on my Land-Rover which I was allowing  the company as a favour because the old Escort van was unserviceable and although it was said that we were getting a ” new ” one but ” they wouldn’t release it “.It was all getting too much to bear and the pointless exercises we were instructed to do like for instance when I overhauled a 180 Gardner in a tractor unit which had blown up due to a radiator leak which he tried to solder but it was rotten.  I used the original five pistons we had saved as serviceable from the first time it was repaired from new plus another second hand one we had hanging around, the driver said it went really well but the radiator was still leaking half way down and as a result it overheated again and blew up again.   It was all my fault but this time a new radiator was fitted, then there was the Saturday morning when one of the drivers reported a badly worn nearside front tyre on his tractor unit which we put over the pit and I inspected to find a badly worn track-rod end and set about replacing it with one we had saved from a scrapper and a new tyre .  However the owner would insist that the centre-bolt had sheared on the nearside back spring and despite the fact that I had got the tape measure out and measured both sides from the fixed end and found that there was only a quarter of an inch difference he would insist we dismantled the rear spring.  Of course it was proved that there nothing wrong with the spring and the time was wasted when we could have been doing something productive which meant we were forced to work Sundays to cope with the workload when it was becoming clear to me that the lack of a break was reducing my overall competence at actually doing the job.  My back finally gave out when I collapsed in pain at the side of the road whilst replacing a heavy hub reduction unit on a Kirkstall axle, the main damage probably done when I lifted my heavy toolbox into the back of the ” new ” van before I set off.
I would have left earlier but for one of the drivers who I had known since I was 13 dying suddenly ( aged 37 ) of a massive heart attack at home at Darwen after he had got up early not feeling well but went down to make his flask and butties for work anyway, his wagon driver father also died young due to a heart attack when he was sat waiting in the queue for the weighbridge at Horrocksford.  The stupidity continued and I got into a big argument with the owner when we were fitting the tipper ram to a trailer we had converted from a 20ft container skeleton trailer about the bolts for the ram pivot brackets onto the front of the chassis.   The brackets were already drilled with a five-eighths holes and I intended to drill the chassis top flange with 5/8 holes and use 5/8 bolts two each side, but no I had to use 7/16 bolts even though the bracket holes would be 3/16 slack.   I had no option but to comply with my employers wishes but after I left I discovered that the bolts had sheared when the driver was tipping off at Carnforth not that long after it went into service.  I have to concede that what can you expect from a poor farm lad with no formal scientific training who served his apprenticeship on Fordson tractors during the war and probably only got the opportunity to set up in his own business  because he got the daughter of a local top Mason pregnant and had to marry her ?
The end came when after spending all afternoon drilling and tapping and making new retaining pins for  a Kirkstall drive axle brake pivot mounting when just before official home time he waltzed into the garaage sporting a new replacement and said we had to do it before going home.  My response was unprintable but I finally cracked when he knocked my big tool box off the big wood box it was sitting on onto the floor distorting it and I just swung for him connecting firmly with his nose which started to bleed.  I was warmly welcomed back to work there in 1986 ( by then the ram pivot brackets had been welded on ) and we are still good friends when we meet in the village pub and we usually talk about old times.  On one such occasion he was particularly keen to set the record straight about his war service, ( which although he was not old enough until almost the end ) everyone was under the impression that he had dodged the draft as an essential farm worker.  He had in fact been called up and sent for training in the RAF as bomber crew, but when they found out what his job in civilian street had been he was discharged and sent home considered to be more useful to the overall war effort as a tractor mechanic,


I must admit that I was at a bit of a lose end but I was almost 21 and I had got my provisional HGV licence ready for my birthday and almost immediately arranged to go for an aptitude test for a three day crash course to pass my HGV1 test one Saturday afternoon at Preston.  It was an almost new range change Volvo and I passed with flying colours, but the actual training vehicle was a Bedford TM 28 ton gross tractor fitted with a Bedford 500 engine and six speed synchro gearbox pulling a 33ft flat trailer.  I did the training OK and then soon after was booked in to take my first test at Bootle which I was probably doomed to fail due to the fact that I have always been nervous in the face of officialdom.  I probably ballsed it up right from the outset when I blundered by doing the emergency stop from 20 Kph instead of 20 Mph which made me even more nervous, but my main fault was getting into the wrong gear whilst traversing a roundabout in St Hellen’s probably due to the badly worn gear change linkage.  Not to worry and they got the gear change linkage sorted at a garage in Longridge and I was booked in for another test a couple of weeks later at Upton on the Wirral and a few days before I went on a reccy of the roads around there in my car.  The old guy examiner seemed pretty friendly and the test route included down onto the docks road at Birkenhead, and I thought that I was doomed to fail again after a car coming in the opposite direction cut the corner coming across the centre line onto my side and I had to quickly change tack to avoid him thus causing the nearside trailer wheels to clip the kerb.  Back at the test centre the first question was how far should you drive from the kerb to which I replied 18 inches and he also asked me a question about brake fade which due to my technical education my answer probably impressed him after which he was pleased to inform me that I had passed.
I got a new job working for the father of an old school friend who had a small garage and ran a few wagons mostly engaged in muck shifting from construction sites and a couple of Cat’s plant hire plus a low loader for hire for transport of such as used by several local small plant hire companies.  He had me working in the garage originally and one task I was entrusted with was to recondition the engine of an old Series2 Land-Rover which went really well when I had finished but the owner crashed it a couple of days after he got it back.   I was more interested in driving and my first steed was an old 20 ton gross Guy Big J 6 fitted with an AEC 505 engine AEC 6 speed constant mesh gearbox and a steel tipper with a scow end.  Most of the work was short distance to the tip but on one such job I was instructed to take a load of ash dug from the old railway embankment near Helmshore to Salford to use as pipe bedding.   One Morning I was sent to work on a site at Colne but on the way she started knocking bad almost at the summit of the bank of the A682 Coldweather from the A59 at Gisburn so I nursed her the rest of the trip and she got better over the day trundling around the site of the old railway yard.  I never said anything about it when I got back to the yard but soon after he decided to scrap her and I was theoretically promoted to driving a 24 ton gross six-wheeler Leyland Bison fitted with a Leyland 500 fixed head engine with six speed box.

It was mostly site work again and the main problem was stopping the machine driver overloading you by trying to fill the large capacity alloy tipper body she was fitted with and on one busy day on one big job at Sterling Stubbins paper mill they would not be told and I had to go back and tip off after I couldn’t get up the steep hill into the tip to prove my point. Tyres were also a big headache as well got frequent punctures and damage on tips and not helped by the owners long term friend most mega and useless at anything practical fat guy I ever knew in charge of looking after them and perhaps the only reason he kept him was the fact that he was a walking telephone directory who had memorised all the useful phone numbers.  I did get farther afield occasionally carting dry stone out of Tarmac Clitheroe but the work I enjoyed the most was for a couple of weeks to cover for their six-wheeler off the road Waddington Fell quarry.
Waddington Fell quarry at the summit was then owned and run by the three Brown brothers and covered most of its own haulage with a fleet of Fodens they operated, the gradient down into the village of Waddington itself was notorious for runaways and one of there eight wheelers had once got away and demolished a house in the village centre.  By then their whole fleet was fitted with Telma electromagnetic retarders which were built into the prop shaft and the company was featured in the full page Telma adverts in the commercial motor at one time.  Their crushed rock sand was popular in the building trade and they supplied builders merchants throughout Lancashire and it was good loading because the brother who drove the loading shovel would deliberately leave you slightly light then follow you the short distance down to the weighbridge and top you up to full weight using a light controlled in above the weighbridge.  I had worked out a plan for coming down the hill at a reasonable speed and I never had any problems doing four loads a day returning with the brakes almost stone cold before setting out down the hill loaded again.  However one day working out of there after I had graduated to a 220 RR 30 ton Scammell she got away on me despite my previous safe experience.
The brakes had been adjusted and their condition checked the previous weekend and I had been running out of the Fell for a few days into the week with no apparent problems when that particular day after doing a couple of loads in the morning the Brown brother in charge gave me a quick load down to Eaves Hall caravan park where they were using the local stone to fill in the foundations of a new building they were constructing.  I thought nothing about it and was back leaving the quarry loaded again within half an hour and proceeded to normal plan, third gear dead steady down the steepest bit from the summit using a light as possible brake application to stop the engine over revving then after the Moorcock pub where the road almost levels out selecting 4th for 30 Mph again with light brake application to check the engine.  Apparently everything OK and it was not until some distance further after some slight bends where I usually increased the strength of the brake application to cope with the increasing gradient that I realised that my foot was already flat on the floor and I was in serious trouble.   Nothing much I could do but I try to slow her by running onto the grass verge like the artic driver I described earlier and my speed had by then fallen to just under 20 Mph and I took the big risk of momentarily releasing the foot brake to rev the engine enough ( no synchromesh ) and trying to change down into third gear in which fortunately I managed successfully.  It was really lucky that there was noting coming the other way as I ploughed through the picturesque village of Waddington with no hope of being able to stop and finally coming to a halt on the then chipping dump just outside, climbed out of the cab and stood there shaking like a leaf.
I waited a while for the brakes to cool down before proceeding straight to the garage to report the incident so the Fell knew I wasn’t coming back that day and to get the brakes adjusted before delivering the load but I had already found from experience that you can’t do it properly when they are hot because they are liable to bind when cold if you take all the slack out.  Anyway they seemed safe enough to do another load out of Tarmac that afternoon but I never went to the Fell again until I was driving a 38 ton five axle artic with a far bigger relative brake area than an 8 wheeler and came down with no problem.  Its clear that the reason she ran away on me was that the brakes were red hot when I started and the next encounter I had with seriously hot brakes was after coming down into Newcastle with a Gilbraith’s tandem flat trailer loaded with bales of recycled paper which I finally noticed was smoking on the by-pass coming past the Metro-centre.  I had loaded the paper that morning at an industrial estate near Aberdeen airport and had come down the A68 Carter Bar aiming to stop at Birtley truck stop and cars were flashing me to stop as they came past but I realised it was probably already on fire so kept going up the hill to a place where I had a fair chance of putting it out.   I pulled into the truck stop next to the kitchens and went in and got a bucket of water then crawled under the back of the trailer and slunged  it into the back of the drum which did the trick, took the brakes up before delivering to Sunderland the morning after.  I collected one of the tools for making Ford Cargo cab doors from Vickers Elswick works and had no problem coming down the new long gradient down the west side of Blubberhouses on the way back to Blackburn and the lesson being that one of the pitfalls of individually relining one brake means that it ends up carrying more than its fair share of the load.

Just to conclude this section it was soon found that an Exhaust Brake was almost as good as a Telma retarder without the significant payload penalty, and advances in brake lining material technology in the late 1990s mean that that the potential danger of brake fade has been almost virtually eliminated.   The current biggest potential danger brake failure problem the corporate motor industry are hiding with the apparent collusion of the Police is the Fail Danger occasional electronic ABS malfunction which applies as much to modern cars as it does to Trucks and Buses with ABS now standard if not mandated by EU directive.  Back in 1994 whilst still technically recovering from my back operation they sent me on a computer skills course at Accrington ( on which I passed Level 1 in record short time ) and instead of copying all the bullshit they gave you for practice I wrote an article entitled The Potential Dangers of ABS on HGV’s which I sent to the Commercial Motor and got it sent back date stamped by them but no comment. 
It was based on an incident I experienced whilst pulling a tri-axle tipper trailer fitted with one of the earliest ABS systems on my well practiced and perfected down the last minute detail Swinden to RMC Burnley run.   As I was approaching the Windsor Ave traffic lights on the level main A56 Colne Road through Reedley during the first stage of my usual deceleration to stop I realised that only the tractor unit brakes were contributing and as always having the drivers window open I could hear the ABS valve releasing air as it was designed to do when they locked in an emergency application.   I managed to stop in time OK but had to abort my usual brake release to change down gear before coming to rest, and I proceeded with caution to tip at RMC which was only a level couple minutes away, then straight back to the depot empty to get it checked out. The fitter checked it with his meter as trained and found noting wrong so I was obliged to proceed with the rest of my day’s work but I was glad to get back to my old favourite non ABS tri-axle the day after. And to conclude the said article I suggested that the incident was due to an intermittent minor electrical fault even as simple as a dirty connection somewhere on the tractor unit.  Another safety disadvantage of ABS on HGVs I outlined was that it made it impossible to undertake a slow speed easy brake efficiency test when setting out loaded like I and other properly trained drivers used to do coming down the incline from the weighbridge at Swinden every load, which also had the advantage of trimming the load and stopping any chance of it moving on corners, it would also blow any dodgy brake cylinder diaphragms before they failed somewhere inconvenient during the journey.

Some time after when I was in my local Tesco I met and got talking to a ( patently not that competent at the time I first encountered him near the end of my apprenticeship ) driver ( who had left for years but come back after I retired ) who told me all about how he had rammed a newly fitted with a factory reconditioned Cummings 320 engine C-Series ERF day cab unit square into a big tree on the bend at the bottom of the short hill coming down into Cracoe on the Swinden road.  He had survived without serious injury even though the tractor unit was a write- off, but then ERF used to advertise ( in the New Zealand truck magazines I saw whilst out there ) on the fact that no driver had ever been killed as a result of a failure of their SP cab structure.  He claimed that the accident had been caused by the failure of the trailer brakes, in fact the exact same trailer involved in my incident except this time empty going up early for the first load in the morning.   The Police report concluded that he had ” fallen asleep ” even though you have to have your wits about you to get so far and at that time falling asleep was considered a valid defence ( if you were in compliance with driving hours rules )  unlike now, so he never faced any charges over the accident.  If it was true that he had fallen asleep then ( with no seatbelts fitted ) its likely that he would have been thrown out through the windscreen and possibly killed by hitting the stone wall behind.  The story doesn’t end there though, and several years later the very same guy whilst driving the latest 44 ton technology ( with speed limiter ) for the same company ploughed into standing traffic on the end M62 just going into Liverpool killing some people.  Big court case which even made it onto the NW regional BBCTV and he was acquitted of a charge of Causing Death by Dangerous Driving after the Police claimed he had ” fallen asleep ” as a subsequent medical examination had concluded that he was suffering from Sleep Apnoea.   They gave him medication and he was allowed to go back to his job as a HGV driver even though the company would have been glad of an excuse to get rid of him in the face of current employment regulations.

He had always been a dodgy character and when I was an apprentice at the new garage one day he knocked the front nearside cab sidelight / indicator unit off his A-Series ERF tractor unit , and to hide the fact he had gone down to TGB the local ERF agent and bought a new one and attempted to fit it, but it was half hanging off when he came back into the yard that night.  Whilst I working for an agency in between jobs once at the end of the 1980s I did a weeks holiday cover driving a concrete mixer for Steetley’s at Preston who we had the stone haulage Ex works from Carnforth when I was an apprentice.  I was informed by the other mixer drivers that due to the fact that the batch weight numbers were not adding up after they had cleared all the alleged stock tipped in the yard it was obvious that a significant amount stone was missing.  They followed him one day and he was taking the full load down to Preston docks and tipping up to a third of the 21 ton load there before going back to the nearby Steetley plant and tipping the remainder into the hopper just inside the gate some distance away from the batching plant office so nobody had noticed.   He was charged with theft and convicted as a result and his company lost the good contract despite the fact that they had sacked him on the spot.  The last time I saw him was one day whilst shopping in our local Lidl and after he had been made redundant when the company decided that the little money they were making from tipper haulage was no longer worth the grief, and the owners son transport manager was on the verge of retirement anyway with no son to carry on.  Even though I remembered him as fairly thin, he had gained a lot of weight to a point where he could be described as clinically obese if not verging on morbidly obese ( fat arms and legs like a Michelin man ), and I was still there to see him leave on-board  his latest brand new top of the range model four wheel electric motobility scooter.  He never said anything about it but it would appear that he has now become a professional disabled person even though disability benefits are now extremely difficult to claim for most ordinary genuinely sick and disabled people.   Perhaps he and others are being given preferential treatment in the state benefits system on the understanding that they remain forever silent about the inconvenient truth and in his case to protect the financial interests of the motor industry ?

Apple Green Fraud !

Just thinking about all the indoctrinated hysteria about Apple’s release of its new I phone 6 and its almost certain that the reason why they are always bringing out new often more expensive models because the tools are so precision critical that the old model is totally unreliable quick style  The same principle probably applies to Intel computer chips but the main Environmental criminals are Apple as because all the imbecile Ten Bob Fat Cats always upgrade their phone at the earliest opportunity and thus hide the Fake Green energy intensive plus use of rare earth metals thus truly environmentally damaging of all short product life, plus impossible to economically recycle unless you send them to Africa and get starving kids to set fire to them on waste land and in the process breathe in tons of mega toxic fumes and even then you can probably only recover the copper and solder.

Perhaps Apple only survives due to the media coverage propaganda like long queues outside their dedicated stores on official UK debut and I am informed people in the queue get free brews and good food plus a ticket which ensure you will get one even if after the media have filmed for a prime time free advert on the main news you can go and get warm plus there is probably a good black market for the people wealthy enough to pay one of their almost destitute and on the breadline fellow countrymen to stand all night in the queue for them.

Similarly the free advertising principle applies to BBC Click Online and even if only one episode per week its repeated regularly on highest global views rating  BBC 24hr rolling news especially at weekends. It is also often substituted for BBC Hard Talk at short notice if Chris Patten’s almost paranoid of even giving viewers a glimpse of the truth Corporate-Nazi censorship blocks the planned transmission like with Newsnight and Jimmy Savile. Almost immediately after Patten took over the BBC chairmanship the alleged independent private moderators bounced ( deleted ) tons of my old brossen99 comments from the still open but closed for new comments Newsnight Blog and I have the evidence in my email account !

About Crime !

This is not really worth mentioning as part of the main story but its worth considering the circumstances I was under from 1994 after I was thrown off Incapacity benefit after perhaps being photographed by the DWP whilst helping out with the village bonfire when I noticed  two official looking dressed overall in black people who appeared on the playing field ( a man and a woman ) took a shot of me lifting one of the old  child’s chairs over the school fence.  I also gave up helping out with the bonfire after that even though I had the unofficial job of safety officer for the fireworks display which always went OK but the next year when I was not there they had a minor accident with the crowd and as a result never did it ever again.   I had plenty of enemies particularly from my involvement in pigeon racing who were likely to dob me in as a fraud as my back pain was invisible and perhaps the only reason I could keep so active was that I was running on adrenaline like when I went for the appeal hearing one hot summer Saturday morning in the old denim shorts I had bought from the Army & Navy in Perth the first month I was out in Aussie.   I won but felt that I had to resign my post as secretary of the village pigeon club even though everyone wanted me to stay on as after as part of my computer training course I had been producing detailed printed results on my old 286 and dot matrix printer even though I was not popular because I often won especially against one alleged top National Flying Club celebrity.  They wanted me to go on and take level 2 but there was no way I was ever going to achieve the 25 wpm and my back was playing up due to the winter weather, not helped by the fact that my mum had died suddenly of a massive heart attack and they wouldn’t give me time off to sort out her affairs as executor.   My ( her favourite  ) uncle had died and she would insist on going to the funeral despite the fact that she had been taken ill enough to be taken to hospital the week before whist at Christmas dinner with relative at Blackpool and also insisted on going in the car and following the hearse even though it would probably have been easier to go straight to church just behind our house and wait.   We ended up parked just as far away anyway and as she was slow at walking fell way behind the rest of the family who I went in with and sat with whilst she and my dad sat at the back.  I hadn’t realised anything was wrong until I heard the ambulance sirens and looked round to see her slumped in the pew so went back to help even though the service was still proceeding, the Paramedics carried her to the back of the church into the wide bit just inside the door and tried to bring her round.  Despite several attempts with the latest equipment they gave up after about 15 minutes and they declared her dead in the ambulance, and perhaps the incident gave me some degree of post traumatic stress disorder as a result and it was probably the beginning of the end of my relationship with my girlfriend which was rock solid before then.
My mum knew full well what a complete bastard my dad could be at times so to control him she left me half the house and the small prime close to village centre piece of land our family had owned since the 1950s to stop him having too much control over me but even so it was still like living in a virtual mirror image as Granville under Arkwright in Open All Hours in combination with Harold in Steptoe and Son.   Anyway I stayed at home and put up with it all as I had my racing pigeons and my quite impressive model railway in the old built on stable officially now garage despite the fact that my dad was prone to come into my room and borrow my stuff then break it without asking and I wasn’t allowed my own opinion on anything.  I was quite happy to look after my pigeons and was the local club Blackburn Fed delegate and was eventually made vice president by around 1998 and won our club regularly often on the top 20 fed sheet even in the sprint races despite the fact that we had to fly a mile for nothing compared to Clitheroe due to Pendle Hill.
Getting back to the main plot after Billington  and it was now obvious that even if the politicians were not directly implicated the key officers were using traffic calming to sabotage anyone not prepared to pay extra to use to use future Toll Road and particularly the main A59 route from the Ribble Valley into Preston.   They had also knobbled the alternative route through Hurst Green and Longridge as well by cutting the once NSL 60 to 40 for most of the route which although plagued by slow sharp bends if you were competent enough and knew the dodgy places you could safely make good progress. I wrote about it in an article to the then Lancashire Evening Telegraph and they were so impressed that they contacted me to arrange for me to meet one of their reporters at the new roundabout at Barrow Lodges built on the back of a new business park development that has never taken off.   He took a photo of me with cones left over from when they had been repairing the damage to the crash barriers recently and it was included in almost a full page article but I still wasn’t getting anywhere so I thought if you can’t beat them join them and try to work from the inside.  I joined the Labour Party at Clitheroe because I felt they best fitted my overall political objectives and the minimum wage had impressed me but I soon found that most of the members who attended the meetings were ideological clones incapable of original thought.  Even so they appointed me as their official transport policy specialist and sent me as official delegate complete with identity badge to a LCC public transport policy forum at Accrington Town Hall on Remembrance Day morning 1999 and the meeting was duly suspended  for the two minutes silence at 11.
As trying to be in the spirit of the expedition I went in my car via the discovered when during my computer course was at Accrington tech on night school with the object of becoming an insurance assessor used the route through Read on the Burnley road then using Shuttleworth hall link road and the Accrington easterly by-pass to Rising Bridge, which was just as quick as using the old direct road and less work.  I parked up for free on the road next to Sherfin corn mill and caught the bus down into Accrington in ample time for the start of the meeting but right from the start it was obvious that I was not welcome probably due to the fact that I opposed building the new transport interchange at Clitheroe pointing out that it was a waste of money white elephant.  One of my points was that there was no coach park at Clitheroe but was immediately shot down by the obviously bent guy one of the main interchange backers who claimed there was, and later I realised that perhaps I had missed it because it was only one space which was occupied most of the day by service buses lying over between duties.  Even though I lacked confidence in public speaking I did get across my point that if they were ever going to get more people using the buses in the Ribble Valley there would need to be a bus to and from Clitheroe and the main villages at least every 20 minutes, and to particularly help those without car access in Gisburn I suggested a Clitheroe Nelson service via the A682.  On the way back the bus that I was intending to catch back up to Sherfin broke down as the driver who had gone for his half hour break had left the side lights on so the batteries were flat and I did try to help when it was probably foolish, I soon caught another bus anyway and collected some pigeon food at the Sherfin on the way home.  In an earlier letter to LCC I had suggested a direct bus service from Chatburn to Accrington and heard nothing except until when the education officers announced a plan to send Chatburn kids to secondary school at Accrington instead of the preferred by most Bowland just a mile as the crow flies across the river between Sawley and Grindleton.   If their had not been a mass revolt by parents and the involvement of our local MP their plan would have gone through again perhaps for the benefit of the Corporate Bus operators as owned by the banks.
By this time I was becoming increasingly paranoid mostly due to worrying about being fitted up on a charge of benefit fraud which was not helped by all the propaganda on TV about it and even my dad thought I was putting it all on over my constant back pain and that I was a lazy bastard and should have got a job.   I worried myself to death about having been filmed on CCTV at Accrington bus station trying to help the driver getting a start by opening the bonnet at the back in order to use the de-compressors to start with flat batteries but it was a new engine not so fitted and sparkling clean after being steamed off which probably explained why he could not engage gear when he did get it started anyway because the micro-switch was contaminated.  I kept on writing my weekly letter to the Labour party NW office at Warrington anyway and my reflections on developments including my observations about why some council estates had a high incidence of anti-social behaviour and other crime.
I had worked out most of the overall plan the Blair government were working toward by 2000 when I attempted suicide  having convinced myself that to shut me up the local politicians were attempting to send me down for benefit fraud as the severe pain I was in was invisible.   Nobody at the doctors would believe me when I suggested the reason for my problem was that it was infected during my back operation in 1994 as it was always better when I was on antibiotics, and that the frequent abscesses at the top of inner thighs were the infection tracking down the nerve, and when they burst the pain reduced also.  They did take swabs but the results always came back from the lab negative for any bacteria.  
One of my observations was about an article in the Lancashire Telegraph about a disabled guy who lived in a ground floor flat on a council estate on a prime site near the new M65 between Blackburn and Darwen which described how he had been broken into via knocking though the wall from the empty flat next door to steal his newly bought TV his prized leather jacket and for some reason his vacuum cleaner.   The incident occurred during the time he was out on his regular visit for outpatient treatment at Blackburn hospital and perhaps the circumstances were similar to when at Xmas a relative of mine had bought his two kids each a new latest top of the range stereo music player.   They lived in a house they picked up and bought cheap just off Leyburn Road and whilst they were out at Xmas dinner with family thieves removed the window from the living room at the back and took both of them as left in that room which got me speculating if Curry’s where he bought them from had employees passing information to criminal gangs in order to make people buy replacement stuff from them to increase profits and staff rewarded by a bonus.  Working on the same principle perhaps applied to developers who as cheered on by the local council who were apparently willing to see the estate the disabled guy lived on knocked down as part of John Prescott’s theoretical regeneration plans.  Similarly it may have been the case that the developers had sleepers with access to patient records in the hospital and they stole his old worthless vacuum cleaner because they also knew he had asthma.   He also had dog poo regularly left outside his front door to step in and perhaps someone paid youths via free drugs to stone the bus and break windows and give the operator the excuse to withdraw the service and strand anyone without a car but not affluent enough to afford a taxi ?
Something very similar had been happening to me over the years probably because my dad had told the guy then running our old shop that he was willing to sell out if he got a good enough offer and it was only me stopping him.   We were targeted by antisocial behaviour by one particular teenager and then I started getting my car broken into almost every week and they took my tools I always carried in it which I perhaps foolishly replaced only to be stolen again .  When they knew my dad was on holiday someone sneaked in and stole most of the cash float I kept as pigeon club secretary and I nearly caught them but it would appear that he escaped via jumping the short drop from the back bedroom fully opening double glazed window.   I didn’t twig at the time as I thought my dad had forgot to close it and I didn’t notice the money had gone until I needed it but its possible it was done by the guy from the shop’s son from his first marriage with a criminal record as long as your arm who had moved into the small house next door.
Getting back to Clitheroe Labour party and they were all gloating about the defection to them of the top Lib-Dem former mayor John McGowan one of those who got the traffic calming in the town centre which destroyed trade and who used a wheelchair for parades etc to spin his disability.  When he came to the meetings at the British Legion he turned up on two crutches as props to prove his back problem for which he got max DLA and a new Motability car every three years and lived in an all done up posh council house down Henthorn, even though it was probably obvious he was not putting any weight on his crutches.  I had tried them but sticks had never been any use to me even when my back problem was at its worst and I was walking about on virtual tin legs like Douglas Bader as portrayed in the film Reach for the Sky, and it was no real surprize to me when he got convicted of benefit fraud after DWP later filmed him doing an 18 hole round of golf.  Anyway my association with the Labour party came to a head in May 2000 when they got me to go and help campaign in the Tulketh ward at Preston one Sunday and got a pretty hostile reception plus they guy I went with parked his car in illogical places and in a way that made it difficult for me to get in and out.  It crossed my mind perhaps they were filming and to use it as evidence of benefit fraud in an attempt to shut me up.   I was quite knackered at they end and they didn’t even give me a brew after but I had used it to take my Pigeons for a training toss and I came back through Longridge and when I got home I knew I was in trouble as I had difficulty getting out of my car although I managed to feed my pigeons ok.   Next morning I woke up in agony and bearing in mind my suspicions I booked an appointment to see the doctor who seemed not to take me too seriously because I was mobile enough to climb on the examination bed unaided but she gave me some Tylex water soluble max strength tablets for the pain.
For the next two weeks I was almost totally bedbound and in so much agony that I got hardly any sleep even though I was probably overdosing on the Tylex and by the following Saturday night I had decided that I had had enough and decided to commit suicide as I didn’t fancy the prospect of being sent to jail.   That night I took a sachet of Weedol I found in the cupboard making it drinkable by mixing it in half a pint of milk but all it did was make me have purple runs from both ends and I did get some sleep thinking I would die during the night but woke up OK Sunday morning.  I woke up early next morning and still intent on ending it all I rigged up some wire to give myself what I was told an almost certain fatal electric shock hand to hand across my chest led on the bedroom floor and grabbed a live wire between my thumbs and first finger.   It was not instant but I did pass out to awake with deep burns and thwarted again I got in my car and went on the by-pass with the thought of running head on into a wagon with a strong enough cab not to hurt the driver but was stopped by the possibility that I would survive but in worse pain than I was already in and even more disabled.
By 10 am I was starting to feel stomach pain and I rung the doctor ( same one who gave me the Tylex ) and told her what I had done so she sent an ambulance to take me to A&E at the then Blackburn Royal where they stabilised me and put me on the acute ward but hat night they thought I was OK to go on a normal ward.  I was pretty sure they porter guy pushing me in the chair was deliberately crashing me into stuff and they put me on the ENT ward with a drip nil by mouth and just let me get on with it, regular checks of blood pressure etc and blood samples.   However, the nurses seemed really hostile towards me as they wouldn’t talk to me apart from essentials and somebody sneaked in during the night and stole my trainers so when I was actually allowed to go to the smoke room in the basement ( I did think to take my tobacco tin with me ) I had to ask for a pair of the useless free slippers they gave people.  By Thursday all the blood tests came back clear and they got me eating.   My suspicions were raised when at no stage did they attempt to treat me for the deep burns which were obviously infected and proved by a big rise in my blood pressure one afternoon but the key burn erupted and I was OK after and they arranged for me to be interviewed by a mental health nurse before letting me go home on Friday night.   The mental nurse reported that I was not depressed and took no action despite my suicide attempt and I had to go to stay with my cousin at Preston ( who brought me a new pair of Velcro trainers as arranged when she collected my ) as my dad had gone on one of the cheap holiday bargains he found by trawling teletext all day. 
I stayed at Preston all weekend  then came home to be looked after another cousin who brought her elderly mum to stay until my dad came home and first job Monday was to go down to Clitheroe health centre treatment room and get my burns treated which were stinking by then,  I was probably lucky to be seen by an ex burns unit nurse working there and she knew the best way to treat me, got me an appointment at Preston Burns unit ASAP, gave me antibiotics for the infection and when I did go to Preston the nurse was amazed that I had survived.  I gave all my pigeons to a friend of mine who had room to take them but I had already been forced to give the young birds I bred that year away anyway.
 I was still convinced that I was being fitted up for benefit fraud and became increasingly paranoid doing all sorts of stupid things like when I went down Low Moor on the bus and on the way walking back I did call in at the health centre and asked to see a doctor but was fobbed off by the old woman then in reception who assumed that I was a hypochondriac.  

It was only when my dad eventually realised something was wrong and called the doctor by when I was like a WW1 shell shock victim, they took me into Queens Park and the Asian woman doctor wouldn’t believe me when I told her how much pain I was in.   The medication they prescribed me by the time I was allowed home at the weekend caused me to experience severe chest pains the Saturday morning and my dad took me to the emergency doctor as then at Citheroe Hospital who could see I was in a bad way but couldn’t take any action because I was under the Hospital and I had to go back where they withdrew my medication and I was better.  Then they gave me olanzapine which I later found causes glaucoma and I got an eye infection because when I asked them for Co-Danthrusate to get me moving again they ignored me and it was only due to making a fuss that they gave me two senna tablets.   The result was that I had to dig myself out with my fingers and that probably gave me an eye infection which they failed to treat properly and I was almost blind by the time I saw a young eye doctor who told me the correct thing to do regularly wash your eyes with water as hot as you can stand and it got better but by then the olanzapine had probably damaged my visual cortext.  I soon as I found out I stopped taking it and now my eyes are pretty good apart from reading books and glasses wont fix it as its not blurred its refracted but I’m OK with my computer and distance vision now.  Whilst in they started to take me more seriously ( after taking to a nurse who had worked at Leyland trucks about engineering and showing some other nurses photos I took in NZ in 1991 ) about my back and arranged for an MRI scam.  They asked me if I had any chance I had metal in my eye which could have been yes so they gave me a head X-Ray the first one didn’t work and they blamed the auto and gave me another but perhaps they deliberately gave me an overdose as my eyes were really painful after that and perhaps I shouldn’t have had one as my eyes were badly infected at the time. 
The MRI proved my back pain and the Asian doctor came to Clitheroe special to apologise at an outpatient appointment but I was still taking the diclofenac they prescribed me even though they knew it caused heart attacks and I was an obvious high risk especially because the posh sounding student nurse with eco style matted hair had perhaps deliberately fed me up to 24 stone.  Anyway worrying about going blind and me eyes still painfull I had a mild heart attack and was rushed into Blackburn Royal and they soon sorted me with clot busting drugs to convaless on ward C3 Queens Park where they were still ignoring me about the pain in my eyes and got home after a week the EU immigrant doctor  prescribed atenolol and aspirin.   It was not until two years later when the practice nurse at Clitheroe spotted they had not given me ramipril after which I got and my health was transformed.  Also they did arrange for me to see the new back surgeon at Preston but they had lost the MRI on the computer and I was too fat to operate on anyway !

Are most NHS alleged blunders deliberate and the fat cat corporate trust executives know about it yet turn a blind eye to it as like Stafford they can use poor care to sell closure of hospitals and screw low income people with massive travel costs in addition to PFI private tax rip-off parking charges and stop them keeping an eye on their relative every evening and spotting any mistakes in treatment..

Perhaps a similar principle applies to Morecambe Bay Trust, with hospitals at Lancaster, Barrow and Kendal and a significantly disabled by a motorbike crash once mate of mine who lived at Bentham was always having to go into hospital due to problems as a type 1 diabetic since he was a kid.  I once visited him in Lancaster one evening and he told me how the nurses had mistreated him to a point where they nearly killed him and after that he always used to ask the ambulance men to take him to Kendal not much further and easier than the default destination Lancaster as he knew Kendal was OK but some took him to Lancaster anyway.

Morecambe Bay trust proposed to close Kendal as perhaps Kendal managers and union were not prepared to turn a blind eye to the deliberate attempts to kill patients or cripple them in the attempt they probably knew full well what was going on at other hospitals in said trust.  Opening up the possibilities even further perhaps the reason Kendal was reprieved from closure was due to the Kendal staff remaining silent about what had been going on in exchange for keeping their jobs.  It was probably also an excuse to puff up the political fortunes South Lakes Liberal Democrat MP Tim Farron who was opposed to the Kendal closure with main body of constituents in Ulverston where he was perhaps first elected in preference to the traditional Conservative due to the Glaxo redundancies there.   Glaxo had also promised new jobs yet only half the original redundancies also to puff up Farron to win in 2010 important to keep the Co2 influences climate fraud alive as proven by ensnaring David Cameron to link the Somerset levels floods to the influence of Carbon Dioxide at Prime Ministers Questions one week.