Well, here we are! I succumbed. Rather than blogging on other people's sites, I have decided to have my own. Why? Well like most of us, I think I have something to say and some folks out there may be interested. I quite often find especially with larger media, that they tend to want things expressed in their own way, imposing a kind of censorship. Well this is the pure unadultered me! As a person who comes from a distinct part of the world, betwixt the warring English and Scots, I think we have our special characteristics. Those stand us in good stead when plodding around the world. So I like to compare and contrast situations at home or in the past but within living memory, with those encountered in the developing world. My blogs delve in to some intricate details.
My "Alnwickdotes" are of course anecdotes, usually lighter stories of things that have happened over the years. Please go to the link below for a quick-list. Most still have a development connection. Over time, I will write up more of them, as well as blog on any subject in my areas of interest trending on social media. I explain the term Alnwickdote in No 1 in the series. One clue is Alnwick may be the "most mispronounced place-name in the UK".
My life journey briefly has taken me far in to the distance from Northumberland (and back) to Leicester; Kingston-upon-Thames, Exeter, Dorchester, Saint Helena Island, Saudi Arabia, South Africa, Malawi, Rwanda and Cambodia plus many stops on the way. You can access my latest CV here.
I must warn you, and maybe apologize in advance? I do tend to rant; rave, groan and moan, perhaps a North-Eastern attribute, but then who would not want to associate with the High Level Ranters? (For the uninitiated, this great band was called after one of the 5 Bridges now 7 that grace the River Tyne in Newcastle, made famous by the Nice.) Their equally talented and humorous peers, the band Lindisfarne, are more famous - lads I met in Kingston before they were rich and famous! (The Fog on the Thames was all wors!).
Actually, as my blogs show, there is not so much difference between life in cities like Newcastle and Phnom Penh, despite the passage of time and distance. Listen to my chum Chris Minko and his great Cambodian girl singers in Sin City. Just Like Eric Burdon and the Animals "We gotta get out of this place"?
The background picture is of Longhoughton Quarry Pond. I see it every day when I crank up the computer! When we grew up, the pond was small but a constant source of fascination with the fishes, frogs, and newts. Apart from a few fishermen, few people seem to go to enjoy its beauty*. Maybe that is because one thing has not changed. There may be still explosive charges to extract the stone. Many years later when in Malawi, Africa, I recalled instantly those days. Young Pioneers.......
* PS - Well that was until Vera visited! (A TV detective show set in and around #northumberland
June 2015 - update: Vera is back in Craster and at our childhood playground haunt of the Rumbling Kern. By chance we were at the Jolly Fisherman same time but missed the new famous Craster Kipper Beer kipper - thanks Cheers! and @alnwickgazette
One follower of my Twitter Account @LowrieJohn asked me about my banner picture. It is of course Dunstanburgh Castle just North of Craster, my photo taken of course from the best vantage point and all-weather retreat of the Jolly Fisherman. Here's the clearer close-up promised:
Where are we in the world?
Thanks to Tim Peake and the International Space Station we can show you - next to Bonnie Scotland (South of) but a distinctive different if related mob... to use the cute Australian Aboriginal word for kin
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A Guide to my Alnwickdotes (Anecdotes)
This Alnwickdote No ( 1,2,3, etc) is just the order I have written them up, but I have posted mostly in reverse chronological order, stories going back years.
More on theme of people doing nicely for themselves at the expense of taxpayers and the poor.
Prized mementos lost but thanks to HelpAge I have the picture to tell this "It's a small world story".
Re-tracing lost images to narrate why overseas aid money led to children not knowing where their milk came from!
1983 and 2003, 20 years apart but same problems at work, though here with a good laugh!
2000 but could be any date - nostalgia; giggles and confusion beer Newcastle and Cambodia.
2000 When I was accorded honorary girl guide status, gaining me access to King Sihanouk.
2015 A defense of charity shops and the tale of mislaid Wensleydale Cheese from Wooler Co-op that turned up four months later, Newcastle's fine Royal Station Hotel not to blame!
2008 Development NGO, regulatory authorities in Cambodia and UK unable to help poor disabled people who asked “Where is the money, and the benefits, promised”?
2002 Systemic corruption in a non-governmental human rights organisation that led to its demise.
2002 Major donor tells “to go with the flow”when it comes to corruption”. It describes a serrious not untypical misunderstanding in development aid.
1996 How despite best planning things can and will go wrong!
2010 But goes back to ginger cats in the 1960s, a cute story about ancient midwifery skills spawning an indigenous tribe.
1995 How fish and chips united folks 5,000 miles from home but living 15 miles apart in UK.
2014 But goes back two hundred years, even then development experts don’t learn!
2013 Sometimes (rarely in the developing world) the little person can win.
1996 Be careful over your beer, it may start a revolution!
2007 How a humble bird near London caused more grief in trouble-spots around the world.