Happy New Years


Use of the word ‘we’ does not constitute ‘My self’ in a manner that makes Me complicit in the issue/subject but is used only as a formality and effort not to violate writing tradition. Even though it may appear that my use of ‘we’ means ‘us’, I reference only My self as ‘we’ in respect of the overwhelming shared sentience of the masses, of which I am but am not of, in respect of My unfamiliar peers and their ignorant acts antonymous to My autonomous weighs. I, just as all corporations do, hold My self harmless from the collective wrong that society willingly partakes and I take personal responsibility for all things that I willingly, clearly and openly consent to by clear (non-tacit) agreement, without force, duress or coercion.

I Am.

It’s now 2023 and as we step into this great unknown, I must say that ‘ignorance’ is a choice.

As abstract as it seems, knowledge is not the property of schools of education but readily available for all who genuinely search for it–the reward of the seeker. It’s just that most would rather collect pointless data steered by either peer-esteem, likes or something of the egocentric nature. This is despite the fact that, over the decade, all that seems currently unknown was previously (widely and openly) available and easily accessible to all via online. That is at least before the colonisation of the Internet in 2012 (New Hampshire RSA 193-F:4.).

The result of this pathway to policing dialogue and searches, hiding behind cyber bullying, is comparable to a mass book burning and the resulting chaos. With today’s corporations learning algorithms, our search engines can guarantee failure as we try to stick the salvaged pages back together again. This colonising of websites and the heavy concentration on child censorship, made way for key information to be available only in select jurisdictions. Even though tangible location is somewhat of a fiction in the online world, we ignorantly opened the doors to communist ideals.

These poor arguments, based on ethics, would have had some validity if they were birthed out of the purpose presented but at any time or point on any day a 7-year-old child can watch a naked woman swinging on a wrecking ball without any censorship at all simply because of the provider’s reach, calibre and connection. But it isn’t the point that this writing may become contradictory once the point is exposed, they may well renege and pretend to address the damage, the fact is that the opportunity for YouTube police to see this has been available for 10 years and with their carefully vetted video algorithm, it has come up fine. Meanwhile mere conversation on medical concerns have been banned and even demonised. In conclusion this ‘one size fits the poor’ attitude has to be done away with for uniform regulations and the violators of this essential equipoise should be ‘imprisoned’.

It baffles one to think that we’ve managed to give away decentralised space to Billionaire corporations to dominate the story, whatever it may be. But even more befuddling is the fact that I can go to you tube, place any political/controversial data in the search box and ‘hey presto’, like magic, all of the providers of the results are Associated Press, without the viewer having any thoughts about a conflict of interest. CNN, NBC, BBC, FOX, NEWS FIVE, all dominate the first 10 pages, if not all in some subsidised way. But then again, that’s tailored to my own needs as our cookies keep reminding us, so who knows what results Emma in New Zealand is getting attached to her IP information tag.

To some degree, truth only remains online like charred pages buried under the vaults of corporate ramble and secrecy. But much information is still available, only what is true and what is not, is only known by either the pure of heart (of whom are slandered) or the dark and deceitful, who are held in high esteem. The ‘pure of heart’ is a specific group who express a caution and a suppression of peer expectation. Much is invested in the tainting of these people as they disrupt the deceit but the long road towards this online colonisation was observed, shared by them and ignored before going deep underground. Today, like the evaporation of the illusion, ‘middle classed’, there are only ‘those who know and those who don’t’. Both of whom share this category fall into two other categories of honest or deceptive.

If you have spent adequate time harnessing the skill of separating the BS without corporations holding your hand, you may have found all the guidance you need but for most people who have been televised, God and majik doesn’t actually exist and so have forgot to prepare their minds for today’s madness. With a mind wrapped in the word ‘impossible’, looking at the impossible unfold leaves little trust in overcoming it. So big data has corrupted ‘all’ of what is known as verified data, of course for the people’s safety, leaving most at the liberty of living in either theoretical conspiracy or corporate fascism–living either in sovereign Cuba or totalitarian China mentality.  

It once was said, “the things of this world are but an illusion and will soon pass”; it was also said, “what good is it for a man to gain the whole world but to lose his soul”?

On the morning of the 25th December 2022, (possessed by the journalist spirit), I searched online to note the correct time of the perihelion (the annual point when the sun is closest to the earth). This I have always known to be late June (the summer solstice) but to my surprise, today online it has uniformly become the end of December. This is according to Wikipedia, Webster’s, Collins and NASA. I accept an error on my part but it seems to me that this falling away of the illusion and a day of confusion has truly arrived. The uttering of the many sages who came imploring us to seek a more etheric understanding of life can be summed up in Carrie-Anne Moss’s statement in the character of Trinity: “the Matrix isn’t real…”. 

What is Real?

If you care to reflect collectively, we’ve also ignored widespread warnings for over 2,000 years for the desire to be groomed towards scientific standards that ultimately veil the esoteric earth in the name of civilised-so can we really plead ignorance?But it appears that our willing plunge into (solely and explicitly) material, leaves us with no understanding of metaphor leaving everything to be known only by the tangible and direct senses. To our own detriment we have now ate the words ‘impossible’ and ‘coincidence’ and become blind to the warnings of what phenomena was to come. As such, The Matrix was merely a Sci-Fi movie not a warning–but what a movie it also was.

And so the magik of the Moors, the herbal remedies of the witches, the sages, the predictions of the shaman, and the cures from real doctors were ridiculed, mocked and replaced with synthetic versions of the organic figures with ‘toxic mimicry’. This we continue to crave more of, like seedless fruit, Zoom calls over meeting, online banking, and paying by phone over actual transactions. Convenient Jesus and ‘the metaverse’ fall into this fictitious category too, with no foresight of what this replacement will eventually do to the true organic structure of life.

Strangely the word ‘science’ has come to be more of a trustworthy friend than the word ‘God’ to most, all without any suspicion of mischief at play.  Meanwhile it is true that something of a remote collective evil (that in all eventuality, seems to be working ‘in’ favour of God) appears to have a grip on humanity’s collective doltishness and an on-going commercial means to keep churning out these artificial seeds, without a single aired complaint. 

Even though this may sound too base for today’s complicated mind, every problem we have appears to be the natural result of some violation of our personal morals and ethics. These avoidable dramas seem to pose an individual question of ‘who we are and how low can we go’.In this case, the only organic thing is the natural occurring mess we are left in without honour, one that ‘we’ continuously vote for. Be it demonising Muslims, Brexit, mass-needling the public, relocating Ukrainians or blocking Mexicans from their indigenous grounds, we’ve added to our recorded acts on earth without feeling the burden of accountability although we are wrong and totally accountable.

Amnesia International

If we were to be just in our hearts, we would have to admit that we have very little belief in each predator that appears at the ballot box. We are stuck on a self-predicating loop of, screw up, resign, then replace with another, as we prepare to vote again with no aim for a totally new system, not provided by a fortune 500 subsidiary.

But we never ask who pays for these mistakes especially as some have grand effects on the lives of women and children especially. To most, who are groomed on material phenomena, they remain clueless of their own spirit. This karmic debt seems to be understood only as a physical tax, one that a wealthy government can pay (with money) towards an eventual amnesia of the cosmic crime. But just because denial of this omnipresent imbalance is rampant in an ignorant society, it should not negate the fact that present, although unseen, is a metaphysical tax that must be settled. 

This perpetual politician’s game of tag: violation, resign, replace, cannot be hidden to the sovereign mind but can only be obscured from the masses by organised feeble excuses that blind each from their higher accountability. This mental fog, in an ancient best-selling book, is said to be caused by something labelled ‘the sneaking whisperer’, who whispers lies into the hearts of men.

As time moves fast towards these ‘build back better’ scripts (that some of us know only too well), it appears that…well I think…it is known deep within ‘every’ soul that our governing parties are full of shite. Only God detachment, peer pressure and the fear of the ‘illusion’ power, is that which causes us to endure this nonsense at the cost of our own morale. This altogether equates to cognitive dissonance, which appears when the truth is too hard to look at so the lie bides time. This is expressed as a clan of beer drunk European men (who think that they are Americans) shouting U.S.A. U.S.A… as they bomb and shoot-up ancient cities in holy lands. It is also observed as Trump/Biden supporters thinking that Mexican’s ignorance of their invisible border that parts ‘their’ land is a violation. As they wake up to the truth and return to that part of their home in America, their colonist’s grip on media scrambles the ethics of the squatter to such a damning disillusion.

It is only a mind saturated with East Enders, football, royal appearances, and the latest fear script (currently carbon emissions) that accepts, eats and spreads whatever is fed to them through this tube, while the lie is monetised by new taxes upon them.

This scheme sadly is to the detriment of ‘we’ on the fringes who are accosted by these agents who assume that ‘we’ also are their property. And so, as they raise their taxes, bully the televised and distribute uniform scripts, ‘we’ see right through them but ‘we’ are overwhelmed by those of you who see not, so do nothing but accept their orders. Therefore it is we who ‘die for their sins’ herded along with the sheep as ‘sheep’, who we are clearly not.

Still, what I ask violates the structure of journalism and may inject soul into a machine that was intended to remain without one, but we must ask:

Are ‘we­’ really that stupid?

Still I think this a proud moment for me when I say that I haven’t owned a TV in 25 years, have never voted for this madness and sought benefits from any corporation that does not value ‘love’ or ‘truth’–despite the populace’s actions. My lack of support for this was out of an uncommon-sense understanding of the roll-over damage that lies do. In fact it can be said that the widespread current health scare campaigns and the switch from terrorist watching to flu watching, was a well planned, poorly executed business venture that further enriched the likes of Matt Hancock, Bill Gates, Anthony Fauci, Boris Johnson, Charles Shwab…need I continue?

But those, who watch the news attentively, should know this is to be the biggest story ever. I can also affirm that it is the fact that the television has perfected its reach, a particular narrative and a known statistical response called ROI, that it can leave out the important defining details without any worry of a significant backlash–we remain forever the minority. So the almost pointless burden of truth lies on little Me to inform you of details such as, Matt Hancock’s revealing address to the World Economic Forum in 2019 (before the pandemic) and his goal to have his company implement gene therapy in over one million UK households by 2024.  

But I’m sure you knew this and researched him well, after he suddenly appeared on your television set as your Secretary of State for Health and Social Care. Although at the time it probably didn’t seem of any importance that his company Genomics England were seeking to make your DNA their prey as there wasn’t yet a reason, the came Covid 19.

Maybe some have no idea what this DNA, RNA, junk-DNA nonsense is all about and if you don’t know it’s probably best you don’t, with a heart that gambled on a heart-less machine, emitting only images of care, people you don’t know and you’ll never meet, shown as your trusted leaders, guides and confidants.

In a way, it may be better that you don’t understand and is temporarily safer for the televised mass. But I must warn you that, in this unique instance, ignorance is not bliss if you have been trusting that a corporation, whose uniformed mission is to minimise spending, maximise profits and dump overstock, will feed you accurate health statistics when trying to move a health product, especially when no physical being can be held accountable. Living as a human resource, one would hope that the country (company) has not over stocked.

But my original reasons for calling this ‘not knowing’ a choice is because, for years those who didn’t know have been collectively playing a game of avoiding the mirror. The only problem is they’ve now risked their lives to stay ignorant and so at this moment of the inevitable truth, many are ‘now’ asking what can be done to know what the ef is going on and how to make sense of it all. The answer is pretty simple ‘nothing’.

If you happen to have had the discipline to throw your television out the window (remember to shout lookout below), in a few years this grand deception may all begin to make sense, but continuing on with the current program within, what was quite simple is now very complex, because of the deception that the masses have allowed to be known as their truth.

That’s Impossible

For example, as children we were all dealt that word ‘impossible’ as a shared belief. This makes it very unlikely to, all of a sudden, accept this word as a misnomer. This and many other ideas have permeated the westerners mind as well as all those who have left home and aspired to it’s way. And so when it is time to do what fallen and ascended angels know to be true, you will most likely be standing at the side-line saying ‘that’s impossible’. This makes it unlikely for one to delete decades of programming to survive this war on the mind.

But even though there are such crazies as conspiracy theorists, it is better to have been one, than be a seasoned a television truster, so this transition into the ‘real’ world will not be too much of a shock. Since their minds remained believing of anything abstract and odd, they are prepared for anything, especially what most will find impossible since there’s little that can surprise them, just as God instructed in this world of illusions.  

Meanwhile, as I stand outside of the asylum observing men and beast, I see what we can only call modern man a ‘host’ convinced by his ego that he is super-important. I carefully observe these gassed contradictions of what was once a human, as he waits to gather and discard of his ‘pet’s’ waste as a show of moral conduct, while he leaves piles of if on deserted streets.

But I can’t help wonder if the animal questions his commitment to his own shit while he ponders on whether to be called he, she or ‘it’ for the same peer pollution. Within the realm of the ascended mind this satire is merely the 5d screen of God’s comedy, a vision accessible by the few who observed this life without prejudice or want of popularity, watching the joke with gratitude but still a sadness.

The unique souls carried the cross (a metaphor for being rejected) with full knowledge that popularity was never the goal and while none would question why they treated them with such distance, it occurs that the trickster sought to trap these angels in a 3d prison where those who see with known senses alone, see not the wonder that blessed them with their honest presence.

A curse to those who live for acceptance, while a blessing for those who have eyes. While she knows that each rejection left her with less to lose, she knows that each assault ultimately represents a brush for her dusty wings to allow her to fly straight, while the animals succumb to the density of this incredible time–the parting of the see.

This year will be a great one for those who have freed their minds and reunited with an order of truth, which is today absent of men’s rules and their failing Star Wars fantasies. Maybe one day they and their followers may get their wish to penetrate lower earth orbit and actually reach the moon but that will be a cold day in hell and the day when the cosmic intelligence of God is also fooled into believing their hoax to be true–thi may well be the only good use of the word impossible.

May truth be your way in 2023 and may God Bless the rejected and make what is to be revealed easy for the foolish as the meek prepare to inherit the earth.     

Spain-Jan 2nd, 1492 • Reverto Veritatum 2023 •

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Let’s Talk Law – Briefly


I am not a lawyer, I am not an advocate of law and this is not legal advice so do not be advised by any of the following or act upon it. In fact, maybe just skip to the next article if you are uncertain.

I hope this serves as an admonition of non-admonition to the reader. And I also hope that it pleases those who are paid to turn simple words into time served in a cell for the authoritarian business called justice.  This is just my private thoughts for consideration. 

This is really a prod in the brain for all those that consider themselves British and free in this land and also feel that they are above the constraints of prejudice regarding colour: race, religion, and class; in truth, none are. Even assuming so is the key reason why rights are taken away, allowing ‘assumptions’ to become your law.

In many ways, this is an invitation for us to seek a deeper understanding of three things: law, religion, and science but the intricate details are a whole other story so we will simplify it if it is possible. Maybe an example is needed.

In the world that religion recognised before it became a swear word, there was a duty for people to believe in the unseen. Of course, today that sounds like looking out for a bearded man descending from the heavens on a white horse while striking people down for violating the Sabbath. But if you can momentarily bridge your mind and put prejudice aside, you will actually see that seeing the unseen is simply referring to mentalism – a validated science.

Our reality actually does all begin with the thought, then the expression of the spoken word to form the material world. Today, for us, that word is Brexit. And out of NOTHING came all of this.  Continue reading

Pulling Water


In the spirit of my Dandy partner’s last post and the contrasting light-hearted wisdom and in light of the super full moon and all that it means to our expressions and communications, I suppose a thought – a consideration that the words ‘I’m tired of… and I’m sick of’… create somewhat of a curse of poor health upon the individual.

Not all but many are becoming more conscious of the power of these vibrations and how they bring to earth experiences in direct reflection to those damning words (read English for Spelling’, by Angel Lewis). Therefore, instead I shall replace these words with ‘I am inspired by’ especially since I’ve arrived here with this inspired rant.

I am inspired by the fact that I’m searching in the Kings College building, the strand, for an event that doesn’t exist; well not in that building – not today anyway. That’s after being directed here by their neighbours at Somerset House who’s helpful receptionists swore that I was misinformed, so inspiring.

Oh, so it’s the Nesta building, according to my email invite, about twenty minutes from the building I occupy . How inspiring is the fact that I walked in a full circle due to information overload, the curse of abundance via modern technology and man’s ability to email and email and email until there’s such a plethora of shite in one’s inbox that one cannot tell which are relevant and which are not?  Continue reading

How to Meditate in Portuh Bella

**Happy New Year from all of us at UDL**


…and let’s start with preserving our mental health.

It’s 2019 -:¦:-•:*'”*:•.-:¦:-•* *¨¨*:•. and it sounds like the celebrated 2020 is upon us. It seems a great way to begin the year is by becoming aware of our actions regarding our health.

Meditation is one of those words that have a very personal definition, based on our tailored experiences. However, the word itself is quite revealing as to its definition outside of our fancy. It’s quite obvious that the prefix ‘med’ is related to middle and medium, etymologically speaking. The ‘tate’ bit…well, I guess it could mean many things that I’m not able to go into here but the key is medium, which is to be ‘between’.

The medium is a go-between for the spirit world and the physical/animal kingdom, connecting an understanding beyond the tangible or physical proof.

As a medium and an advocate for the end of strictly physical standards as a qualifying measure, here’s a lengthy piece of common ether transference that you’ll have a very hard time proving and hopefully a much easier time feeling.   




Did you know that our cells are all connected within by a type of liquid in something called an extracellular matrix structure that behaves in a connected way that we have consciously forgotten? Well, that’s what I was told by Delbert Skeet, the Bowen Technique practitioner, who helped wake up my body’s cellular memories, giving me back the keys to my vehicle. Continue reading

The Cookie Monsters & The Cost of Con-venience.

The Scramble For Your Information



The Scramble For Your Information

Those who would give up Essential Liberty
to purchase a little Temporary Safety,
deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.

Benjamin Franklin. 


If I were a little more ignorant, this writing would have been entitled Big Brother or something as clichéd as that but I find ‘Big’ is too large a word to attribute to a mind so small. It’s a mind that would entertain the petty ambition of extracting information from those who are unaware of the consequences of giving it, under the guise of convenience.

It sounds like the mischievous ‘Little Brother’, so-called by the native Americans, who were also duped into giving up information for convenience in the 15th century. That didn’t end well at all.

I pick up my phone to call a friend, I’m trying to tell him I’ll be late. Instinctively, I look for an envelope or some other icon on the phone menu showing a possible missed call, something or other. I see an unfamiliar caution sign, I’m thinking maybe the battery needs replacing or there’s a serious software issue. Naturally, I explore and the alert reads ‘Enable Google Play services.’ Really, I must? I thought I’d ignore it but it kept coming back.

After spending precious time that I did not plan to, I still couldn’t disable it. Totally frustrated, I eventually gave in to the pressure as I realised, not that it wouldn’t stop but it can’t stop, it’s an alert that’s not designed to be turned off. Does this sound like a typical event in your smart (er than you) phone life?

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By Fiona Hawthorne

Nowadays this type of android-human master-slave interaction gets me more and more frustrated. When I think about the number of details I’m forced to provide just to open an online trading account: email verification, card details, text verification messages, addressed utility bills and passport scans, I often think about who’s collecting all this information. Behind the request, there is no face yet we have come to accept this. We send verified personal data to unknown sources, every day.

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Lloyd Williamson Open Day

With the ever increasing take over of North Kensington real estate by the socially detached, we’ve seen learning facilities invade our community that are not even close to home-grown.

Not so with The Lloyd Williamson Schools. It’s probably the most local private school in the area with most students living within a mile or two of the school. On observation, it seems to express more of an interest in the teaching of ethics, cultural diversity and also, equipping the students to tackle the changing world, with an entrepreneurial spirit of open-mindedness.

I find their strict mobile phone rule fascinating. As insignificant as it may sound, I can say with confidence that you will never see anybody neglecting one and other distracted by a mobile phone, neither staff, parent or student. I don’t think the reason needs an explanation. For those who realise the distraction that devices have been on children and adults, you will be thankful for this little policy in your child’s surroundings, rest assured. The unique way that kids of all ages gender and race interact is very Montessori-ish, though it is not a Montessorri school.


Lloyd Williamson open days Wednesday the 14th March (10am to 7pm) and Friday the 16th March (10am -3pm).



Grow Something

Good News.


If you’re part of the North Kensington community and would like to participate in growing stuff (lawful) there is a program just waiting for you.

If you can get yourself down to:

The Argan Tree Cafe under the Westway, Maxilla walk, on Tuesdays at 2:00pm

Your skills will be welcomed to give back to Mother Earth. By tending to her skin and watching the fruit of your labour blossom you will surely feel at one with yourself.

All zen, calm people with green fingers welcome. Contact details below


Kill Bill


 New Kid On The Block

Who would have guessed that the most attractive currency in the world could be something that you cannot touch, taste, smell or hear? In fact, you cannot physically experience it outside of seeing it presented on a digital screen.

Cryptocurrency is not yet the most powerful currency on the planet but as people become familiar with the circulation of bespoke non-physical coins, it seems to be heading that way, ultimately killing the dollar and decentralising the money system. But this will not be immediate, the Queen B on the block is Bitcoin and she means different things to different people. As she flirts with investors and anarcho-capitalists alike, they all seem to want a bit as you will come to see.


 What’s All The Fuss About?

I have often pondered on how today’s world of escalating dishonour, in every facet of trade, could revert back to good old trust. Suddenly from the most unlikely place, my questions are answered: a catalyst  for change in the form of a virtual coin. What have we done to deserve this? Less than nothing really, I guess the heavens showed mercy and an opening for those of us who actually want a fairer world of trade. Or maybe it is a curse as well for those who get paid from the imbalance. Either way, all we really need is a little gratitude, to say thank you and to make sure that the security of cryptocurrency and the integrity of the blockchain is upheld as a standard for mankind; hopefully, before the extremists succeed in resetting this crooked world. It is indeed a very, very, big thing–even if you don’t know it yet you soon will.

In 2010 I was baffled by the concept of e-gold so I became curious. Virtual gold-backed by real gold? How can you trust it, who, what, where, why? I was lead to discover that people were beginning to use an alternative currency called Bitcoin. Immediately I thought that this may be the beginning of my ideal–a world of unregulated, adult, consenting, free trade. Being a traditionalist at heart, a currency that you cannot touch seemed well abstract and wasn’t easy for me to accept, but on the other hand, a currency owned by the people: understandable.

All this caused me to delve deeper into a more abstract concept called cryptocurrency mining which basically involves virtual miners (manned computer hardware) solving a digital request in the form of an algorithm and a complex equation verifying transactions on a blockchain. With this done successfully, the miner is remunerated in, the digital currency, Bitcoin. The request and the whole premise normally aims to verify a ledger entry–simple, not.

Even after reading numerous articles, and watching as many videos, it all still made no sense to me. In fact if you have never even heard of crypto, the Chinese language may be easier to grasp. My interest was destined to go MIA after realising the amount of processing power needed to generate a substantial amount of Bitcoin (more here); it was an investment that I felt was too expensive, time-consuming and risky; it didn’t quite weigh up. Fast forward five years, I only recently returned as, what I call, a late-early adopter as this was just before the period of mass awareness–2016 to the present. My interest soared. I now see that I was clueless and still am as to how many fresh possibilities cryptocurrencies offered, it’s almost a sin not to know.

Waking Up

Although much about this new type of money has become common talk, I still couldn’t grasp a full understanding of it. I put this down to the complexity, the huge scope of this money of account thing, the volatility and the many huge unanswered questions surrounding it. But now, I think it’s safe to say that four years on, many of the initial issues, such as the convenience and transfer times, have been addressed with its natural evolution. By the growing amount of startups and the thousands of crypto exchanges emerging online right off of its back, you can see that the world is shifting.


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Thrown Into The Wilderness



Come Out The Wilderness – Bruce Kenrick, Fontana Publishers


It may or may not be something that caught your attention but if you live in Notting Hill, there is a conflict going on in your neighbourhood that’s similar to a tug of war and it’s been going on ever since the Grenfell Tower tragedy in June. Although technically the issue was alive way before the fire, the events surrounding the tragedy seem to have exacerbated the situation. It appears at first glance to be the community’s reclamation of property from the corporate real estate community killers, but it’s more accurate to describe it as the community trying to hold on to their right of abode and seeking some kind of guarantee that their landlords give a …(explicit)… and actually want them there.

While you sleep, groups of regular people like you that do not own property in London are awake at ungodly hours printing flyers, writing letters, emails, creating banners and appealing to any government official that will listen to them to secure YOUR homes. That is of course if you are a tenant of Notting Hill or Genesis Housing.

Out in the grind


Two of the largest housing associations in the country, Notting Hill, and Genesis, both members of the G15 (an amalgamated group of UK housing associations), have decided to join forces merging their tenancy obligations into one big soup. On tacitly agreeing to this with no disclosure of the pros and cons underlying the merger, tenants are pretty disgruntled. Why? Well, to start with they have not consented to it and feel marginalised in such a major move. Also, there’s a resounding feeling that their acquiescence plays a large part in them moving this forward in a swift need-to-know only basis. The suspicious manner in which this is being executed raises questions as to the legality of it all especially in the way it was sprung on the community right after the fire. Continue reading

The Mexican Effect: Exclusive Interview With Babe Ruth

A musical break from it all.  


Carlos Santana, Prodigy, Grand Master FlashWhitesnake and Jellybean Benitez. What’s the connection?


The band Babe Ruth. 


 ♩ ‘Chico Fernandes, Sleepin’ on his gun’… ♪


I’m honoured to have been able to conduct this interview for Urban Dandy and for DJs and music lovers everywhere as it is very personal to me meeting with a group that contributed to such a joyful time in my childhood. In fact, the whole thing turned out to be more of an insightful and flowing discussion with lots of laughs and a journey down memory lane really, making sense of musical things that at the time I was too young to understand. After listening to over two hours of raw audio, time constraints forced us to edit down some of the gems we received. That, coupled with the compromised audio (my fault) made it a task to expeditiously deliver these wise and inspiring words, but luckily, in no way did this affect the essence of our interview with the legends. We hope you enjoy.






Janita Haan is the lead singer in the band. Along with David Punshon Keyboardist, the two of them make up a significant portion of Babe Ruth. Both of them co-wrote and/or performed major parts in the composition of a host of great songs they released including the classic of 1972 ‘The Mexican’. Not that it’s all about The Mexican but that song, in particular, is a very important part of the band’s identity. If you’re not familiar with the cultural reach of the genre fluid masterpiece, it’s high time you explored it further as it is a cultural study in and of itself.  Me: the song pierced my soul through a window called Hip Hop, for some it may have been Rock, Latin or maybe even a house mix. Yet the unintended world B Boy anthem was recorded here on UK soil, which makes it even more fascinating and dissident in its form, much in accord with the band itself-Babe Ruth.








Babe Jan



UDL: So where are you from?


Janita Haan: Im from England but my formative years were in California.


UDL: Do you think that had a lot of influence on your music?


Janita Haan: Oh yeah. I mean for me it was. I think I’d just finished high school but I wanted to sing, really wanted to sing, and around that time I was in the Bay area around Santana, Janis Joplin, Miles Davis,  Sly And The Family Stone, Jefferson Airplane. It was lovely, it was just fantastic, musically for me, you’d get the feel of Candlestick Park, I used to bunk off school and go down with a frisbee to the park.

It was a magical time, especially when I came back to England the third Santana album had just come out, so all I had with me when I came back was the album to make me break my way through, (laughs)  I didn’t know anybody.

So I had to start from right at the bottom to make connections, I was only 18, it was pretty scary for me.


Candlestick Park – San Francisco


UDL: Was there a level of Intrigue about you coming from America to England? People are normally fascinated with someone being from somewhere else. Were you the American girl?


Janita Haan: Well, I suppose with California because I was a California hippy.  At that point, I was back with my English family and that freaked them out cos I was just this wild child. They kicked me out after a bit so I had to find my own way, that was a bit scary but I knew I wanted to sing. I came across some lovely people along the way. Once I came across this little studio I can’t remember where it was but they would allow me to come after sessions at night because I had to work to earn some money to pay my rent, but I hadn’t much left after that (laughs) I had about two quid to get food and everything which wasn’t much. Back in the day, the tubes were not like they are now, you could hop on and off. 

So this little studio place would let me go in after hours and practice with their mics, then I got enough confidence to answer ads in the Melody Maker. It was very scary I hadn’t been in a band before then. I answered an ad for a Band called March Hare, I nearly got the gig for that. I didn’t quite get it and the next one after that was for Shack lock… Babe Ruth used to be called Shack Lock. Dave Hewitt answered the phone and said ‘What are you like’? and I said I’m 5ft and I play the congas (laughs). Cos I hitched up and down California and one time I was out there with these Hells Angels and they had me play congas. So they came to… where did you come to, Finch House was it?



Classifieds page from Melody Maker (70’s)



Dave Punshon: I think so, we turned up and all I remember is your tea set it was like really, really Mary Poppins, all quaint China and I thought ‘Wow! That’s ornate’.  Continue reading