Revisiting Bownessie

In my initial article considering the case of the “Bownessie” lake monster in detail, I concluded that I felt that the most likely cause for the various sightings of the monster was simple misidentification of fish, objects and other animals in the lake. After I published my article online I received feedback from one of the eyewitnesses, Linden Adams, who took the first photo that allegedly shows the monster in the lake. Continue reading Revisiting Bownessie

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

I went to Bristol and all I got was a 10:23 t-shirt!

One minute. That is how late I was for my original train to Bristol Temple Meads – the station I was heading to so that I could participate in the Bristol 10:23 homeopathy overdose. It was one of those ‘you have to be kidding?’ moments as I watched my train depart on its way without me. Even the guy at the ticket barrier laughed.

It had already been one of those mornings for me. I had to be awake at 7am in order to have enough time to catch the 8:14am train (which I obviously failed to do.) Yet I awoke into one of those zombie-like states that sees time whizzing by whilst nothing happens. Continue reading I went to Bristol and all I got was a 10:23 t-shirt!