All you pure-bred, Right-thinking (that capital letter is deliberate), Britain First, UKIP-voting pure-bred English, think about this.

A very early part of our cultural heritage was from the Celts. They came from Asia, via Europe.

Another large chunk came from the Romans. Central heating, glass in windows, part of the basis for our language. They came from Europe. And they were responsible for naming this collection of islands ‘Britannia’. That’s the Latin root of ‘Britain’.

Then there were the Angles and Saxons, the first of whom actually gave this country its name. As in England. And some more of our language. Basically, the German-based bits. They came from Northern Europe.

Then there were the Vikings. More culture. More language (the east side of England has a lot of Scandinavian in the place-names).

Then came the Normans. Not only did they update our culture, they actually brought along ownership of some choice lands in what is now France. They were responsible for the Romantic (meaning ‘from Rome’, not ‘soppy’) bits of the language. They came from Europe.

OK, so they were all invaders. Over time, though, things settled down and we haven’t been successfully invaded since. But this country has generally been open to letting some in. Like the Huguenots from France, fleeing religious persecution. Or they were imported, like the flax-weavers from Flanders. Or the basis for the present Afro-Caribbean communities who came over in the 1950s and ’60s.

We’ve always been very closely involved with Europe. We even imported two kings—George I from Germany, William III and Mary II (aka ‘William and Mary’) from The Netherlands.

Celtic, Northern European, Scandinavian, Latin, Norman French. And that’s just a thousand years’ worth. Followed up with whoever moved here and stayed and married one of your ancestors and added another strand of DNA into your family. Who’s to say YOU haven’t got a little bit of African, Asian or, dare I say it, Middle Eastern blood in your ancestry?

So all you people who are proud to tick the ‘White British’ box are proudly declaring that you are one of the most mongrel-bred people in the world. ‘Cos that’s what we all are.

Mongrels. Made from immigrants.

They Call Me Mr. Lion.

View from my webcam.

But you can call me Lion. Most people do.

I have no idea what sort of thing I’ll be posting but expect astrology, cars, NASCAR and things like that. And the odd rant.

I don’t do politically correct language. I try to make sure that everything has correct spelling and is grammatically sound, except when I’m making a point. Everything on here is only my opinion but as far as possible it will be factually correct. If something isn’t (and I’ve remembered to allow comments) please let me know. However, if you tell me I’m wrong because of what you heard from a bloke down the pub, please be warned that I will require evidence and/or proof of your claim before I make any changes.

Just for a little background, I started work as a tyre fitter. I then sold advertisement space on the local newspaper (the Stroud News & Journal), before moving on to do the same thing for a magazine called Safer Motoring which changed its name to VW Motoring. While I was there I changed hats, from Advertisement Manager to Sub Editor, which meant a drop in salary but rather more job satisfaction. It also got me noticed to the extent that I made another move, this time to VolksWorld magazine.

You may have got the idea, by now, that I was somewhat into VWs…

But things changed and I moved on to Trucking International. They needed an editor and I needed a job closer to home but it didn’t work out well. So that stopped.

Unemployment followed for a little while, living (hah!) on benefits while doing odd jobs to keep my hands and head occupied. I tried doing freelance work but  that didn’t work out too well, either.

Then back to VolksWorld for a bit, on a freelance (hooray) basis, before another period of being jobless. I got caught up on a lot of reading…

… before I landed a job racing ’round the South-East of England delivering alarm systems, domestic and industrial, and the parts thereof. I have been White Van Man (choices were either a Ford Transit or a Vauxhall Cavalier, both diesel) and survived!

Six months of that and I got a call to go back to magazines, this time Prediction, sadly now defunct. That developed my interest in astrology, along with other subjects of an esoteric nature, and I stayed there until an enterprising woman decided that I was an ideal candidate for a job on a website for women, doing the astrology an’ stuff.

Well, maybe, but the website didn’t last long because the funding ran out. With the demise of that, I married the boss and we set up a book publishing company. That pretty much brings me up to date.

So now, as it says on the About page, I’m a bloke behind a number of computers who is currently re-learning how to build websites. That’s as well as keeping up with what goes wrong on our Land Rover Discovery, whichever computer is misbehaving (currently one dead Mac G5 and one overheating ditto) and getting round to fixing divers and sundry gadgets.

It’s good so far.