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England on Virus Lockdown

the police start enforcing draconian new powers

Just a short while ago I received a text from the UK Government saying; ‘New Rules in force now: you must stay at home.  Stay at home.  Protect the NHS.’

And the rules are draconian.  There are police patrols out in all major UK cities breaking up any group of more than two people, and trying to get people to just go home.

There are only 4 reasons I can go outside of the garret:

  • Shopping for basic necessities.
  • Medical needs.
  • Travelling to and from work, but only if I can’t work from home.  (I don’t work anyway.)
  • One form of exercise per day, (say walking the dog or going to the store).

I guess if I walk to the store, pharmacy, or my doctor, then that’s also my one piece of fresh air and exercise for the day.  In any event I must stay out of the garret for as little time as possible, and stay at least 6 feet from anyone else.

A whole lot of non-essential stores are closed, by order of the government, including clothing and electronics stores. Libraries, community centres, leisure centres, hotels, campsites, trailer parks, hostels, and places of worship are also closed, initially for 3 weeks from yesterday.

Not even in wartime has England seen anything like this.

It’s no hardship for me, but for some who can’t visit their families or attend their church this may be very difficult.

Sadly, all we in Great Britain have no choice.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

rule #2 applies

nobody is allowed in the garret

it’s now time to lock and bar the door

fort-up for the duration of this medical emergency

 

The Garret ~ where I call home.

I don’t let women into my apartment; the garret is too private for that

A little while ago I posted a picture of Marmaduke in the apartment I call ‘the garret’ ~ it’s about 100 yards from the sea, and it’s where I call home.  Some people were kind enough to say that my place looks nice, so I thought I’d show you some more of where Marmaduke and I hang out.  We have a rule; Rule #2 nobody is allowed in the garret ~ I would never bring a woman back here.

Quite often we turn off everything electronic, switch off the TV, turn out the lights, and relax in the silence of flickering candlelight. There may be little silence within me right now, but I have discovered a calmness and quiet peace in the garret, a safe haven from both the outside world and mine own demons.  All I need to do is sit in my favourite chair, light a few scented candles, and turn everything off.  I turn out the lights, switch off the TV, turn off my computers, and shut down my raging thoughts and extreme emotions ~ and what I have left is silence.  Almost darkness relieved by the flickering candlelight.  And then there is some measure of quiet in my mind.  For that time I can feel calm, happy, warm, friendly and loving towards others, and at peace with myself.

In those moments of inner silence there is no stress, no lust, anger, jealousy, paranoia, resentment, no anxieties or depression.  I can allow myself, my being, my heart and my soul to drift whither it will.

When I bought the garret, the kitchen was dark and dingy, with black marble counter-tops and dark wood cupboards.  So, I ripped that out and installed / built what you see here.  I never use plumbers, electricians, or any other kind of contractor.  I think that 99.9% of contractors are crap, they do a shoddy job and charge a fortune for doing it.  I do everything myself, I even built a lot of the furniture in here.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

computer and record player

Marmaduke and I listen to some cool music

Travel is Good for My Health

Do not tell me how educated you are,  just tell me how much you have travelled.  ~  Mohamed

The apartment I live in is called ‘The Garret’ and I feel very much at home here.  However, some recent thoughts, emotions, and events have convinced me that I’ve been spending far too much time in the garret.  Ergo, I’ve decided to get out of the garret more, travel more, take more vacations, and relax in the sunshine a lot more.

Travel and change of pace impart new vigour to the mind.  ~  Seneca

I have very few responsibilities, a hell of a lot of time on my hands, and more than a little money in the bank ~ so there is no earthly reason why I shouldn’t be taking 4 or 5 vacations a year, or even a round half-dozen should the mood strike me.

And, it’s not as though I want to travel to far-away and strange-sounding places.  The camel route to Iraq holds no attraction for me.  Neither do the madchen and the gay muchachas.  And as for Paris, London, and Rome, I’ve spent so long in those cities that they’re like a second home.

There’s a hell of a lot of the world I just do not want to go to, not ever again.  And you can include in that list all of Africa, the Middle East, the Far East, Australia and New Zealand.  As for the America’s, I’d never cross the US border going South again.  I caught malaria in Mexico.

The places I really like are the nicer parts of the USA, some of the Caribbean, and most of the Mediterranean.  I also really like Tuscany and the South of France.  Scandinavia isn’t bad either, (at the right time of year).  None of which destinations are so very exotic, or so very dangerous.  If I’m honest I like going to places where most of the locals can speak some English, and they serve really good food.

In a couple of weeks’ time I’m going to Crete, and after that probably back to California.  Next year Malta, Cyprus, and Turkey are on my list.  Who knows after that?  But a Caribbean Cruise is looking attractive.

Life is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.  ~  Helen Keller

The one downside for me is that I will mostly be a solitary traveller.  But, who knows who I may meet along the way.  And, one never knows, I may even find an attractive travelling companion to take along with me.  On road trips, in a Mustang convertible, a guy needs an attractive and intelligent Girl Riding Shotgun anyway.  A road trip without The Girl Riding Shotgun just isn’t a proper road trip.

Some say that travel is good for the soul.  And, that a good traveller has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.  All I know is that I hate dull routine disrupting my life.

So, from now on, if you can’t find me, it’s because I’m on vacation.

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Santa Monica is pretty cool.

Hole in the Ground

Don’t dig there, dig it elsewhere.

Life is fairly tedious here in the garret today.   I still have a head cold and nasty cough, so I’m feeling pretty miserable.

The weather is miserable too.  Things are supposed to be brightening up, but it’s snowing again, so I don’t much feel like taking a walk today.  Anyway, getting in and of the building means negotiating an obstacle course.  Talk about urban survival skills.

There are a bunch of blokes digging up the footpath right outside my ‘personal’ door.  And, they don’t just make a lot of noise and mess, they dig through telephone cables, broadband cables, water mains, sewage pipes….  eewwww.

Anyhow, I can’t go anywhere because I have no idea where my wallet has got too since I bought a friend a couple of pairs of spectacles on Monday.  No money and no cards.  I need to sort that out today.

On the bright front, I have water again.  Living without water doesn’t just mean no tea, it also means no laundry, and no bathroom.  eewwww again.

And I have phone and internet, so life isn’t all bad.

And Marmaduke gives me a hug at night.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Alternative Living # 6 ~ Space

Woman-taking-off-weddingWhen I decided was forced to downsize my life, I also needed to downsize the space I was trying to exist living in.  I had to reduce my footprint.  I needed money for more interesting things than where I spent the night.  Only sad people are freeloading on sofas.

How much space do you want?  How much space do you need.? I know a few single people living in 3 bedroom homes, (of a couple of thousand square feet), where one, (or more), of the bedrooms is just a place to store junk.  (That’s in addition to the garage, which for most women is also a place to store junk.)

The biggest 5 bedroom home I ever owned was just less than 4,000 square feet, and that’s a lot of unused space when I mostly lived in aeroplanes and hotels.  You know what?  I never felt comfortable in that place. The garret is a tenth of the size of that baby mansion, and I am extremely comfortable and at home here.

Remember, if you want to change the way you live, then one of the things you want is a lot of spare cash to waste on interesting things, and square footage costs money.  By the time you add the mortgage, taxes, power, decorating, furnishing, paying for a cleaner…  square footage costs a lot of money.

pix-Austin_Healy_Sprite_1962The smallest place I have ever lived, for any length of time, was an Austin Healey Sprite sports car ~ and I cannot recommend living in your car, unless the other alternative is living on the street, (which I have also tried).  I lived in an hotel for quite a while, and that room, (including bathroom), was about 70 square feet.  (Trust me, I’m a draughtsman, I can do square footage by eye and memory.)  Add in a kitchen area and I could have lived for 3 months in a home of 100 square feet.  If you can live in a place for 3 months you can live in it forever.

Come to think of it, when I first bought the land for a trailer park, I lived in a touring caravan, (travel trailer), for several months, which was most likely about 72 square feet.

168Therefore, I contend that a single person can make a perfectly reasonable home in 100 square feet, or maybe a little more, say 168 sq ft.  The trick is to use the rest of the world as part of your home.  Do not entertain, do not do your laundry, do not necessarily shower…, in your home.  The outside world is a big place, use it.

The question is ~ are you a true Renaissance Man, do you want to spend all your salary on where you live, or do you want a life?

I have a guideline rule, rule #2 nobody is allowed into the garret.  All other people ever do is use up your space.  That applies doubly to women.  All women need a lot of square footage ~ women carry around a lot of clothes, shoes, personal crap, mess, stuff, junk they’ve bought at thrift stores, more stuff, more junk…

Be a man, learn some trades, build your own place, keep your women out of it.

~

London 053jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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