A beginners guide to doubting everything

I became a skeptic four years ago today. I say that but it’s not entirely accurate, what I should instead write is that ‘I became open-minded four years ago today’, and allowed that open-minded approach to seep into all aspects of my life. Until July 9th 2007 I held a belief in ghosts and an afterlife and I accepted the idea that rituals associated with my belief in ghosts had merit (such as smudge sticks will rid a house of a ghost, amulets will protect you from evil entities, Latin prayers are a must etc.) Continue reading A beginners guide to doubting everything

Failing to ask the correct questions

“Why are these people so willing to be treated as unequal?”

That is the question that Philip Davies should have asked when a group of disabled people allegedly told him they’d be willing to take a job that paid them a lower wage than able bodied people. To any logical person the fact that people were so desperate for a job, for independence, that they would willing be treated as differently than others, is a clear signal that something is very, very wrong with the situation they’re in. Continue reading Failing to ask the correct questions

The Windermere Lake Monster

My interest in the Bownessie Lake Monster case began when the news broke that kayaker, Tom Pickles, has allegedly taken a photograph of the monster. It was the latest in a whole series of sightings and investigations into the monster. After my research into the photograph I became interested in the sightings previous to the Tom Pickles sighting, as well as the investigations conducted in Windermere by the Centre for Fortean Zoology (CFZ) as well as the ones conducted by self-proclaimed psychic, Dean Maynard. Here I present an entire overview of my findings. Continue reading The Windermere Lake Monster

To a descendant

To a descendant by Lorna Wood

I shall not be an importunate, nagging ghost,
Sighing for unsaid prayers: or a family spectre
Advertising that someone is due to join me…
Nor one who has to be exorcised by the Rector.

I shall not be the commercial type of ghost,
Pointing to boxes of gold under the floor
And I certainly don’t intend to jangle chains
Or carry my head… (such a gruesome type of chore!)

I shall not cause draughts, be noisy, spoil your ‘let’, ?
In fact, to be brief, I shan’t materialise.
But I shall be pleased if anyone ever sees me
In your face or your walk or the glance of your laughing eyes.