Neuro Linguistic Programming
Good morning and welcome to Dave’s Diary, the diary that nobody reads. Actually a grand total of three people read yesterday’s page.
Yesterday evening I watched a TV programme
where Robson Green was walking along the length of Hadrian’s Wall. Television
employs some pretty rubbish presenters but when it uses good presenters for
programmes like this they are VERY good. R obson Green is BRILLIANT, UTTERLY
BRILLANT. In the programme he stopped at one Roman fort which was being
excavated and spoke about letters which had been found, letters dating back two
thousand years. These are the Vindolanda Tablets.
Perhaps
I should stop trying to get people to read what I write each day but write a
time capsule, my own Vindolanda Tablet for people to read on 4021 !
Will mankind
still be around in 4021, somehow I doubt it but if you are out there in the
distant future here is today’s SMILE OF THE DAY: Sometimes it is not the
song that makes you emotional…it’s the people and things that come to mind when
you hear it.
Yesterday
the Prime Minister held a Downing Street briefing so he could speak to the
nation, even though he was speaking it was difficult to hear what he was
saying. Yeh the volume was fine but the content was soft. We continue in this
pretend lock down where people are not following the rules no matter what may
be said, we have higher and more frightening rates than last year yet the rules
are more relaxed. Now we are being told that the new variant, make that new
variantS – plural, are more deadly than last year and yet our TO LITTLE TOO
LATE government is failing to react.
ONE
THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED AND ONE DEATHS announced but no figure was given for how
many new cases. I have looked but can not find the information. IF we ever get
out of this mess and to be honest I am not optimistic, IF we get out of this
mess then we must set u p memorials all round the country to remember those who
died. We must have some special award for all our NHS staff in the frontline
trenches of this war.
ON
THIS DAY. Let’s invite Wikipedia to tell us what was going on over
the past seventy years.
23rd
January 1986; The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inducts its first members: Little
Richard, Chuck Berry, James Brown, Ray Charles, Sam Cooke, Fats Domino, The Everly
Brothers, Buddy Holly, Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis Presley.
23rd
January 2001: Five people attempted to set themselves on fire in Beijing’s Tiananmen
Square.
As per
usual Winkithingy lists many who were born on this day and as per usual I have
never heard of any of them.
23rd
January 1989: Salvador Dali born 1904, painter and sculptor died.
Well
that’s today, tomorrow we’ll pop into tomorrow.
My
writing challenge is to write one million words across the year, at the end of
yesterday I had hit 232,353 words. I wrote like crazy to keep up with my mind
as I worked on my crime story BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS. I had everything
inside my head to finish it today and offer it to Amazon for publication BUT my
4am moment today took the entire plot and in a final paragraph gave it a giant
twist. Hopefully I will finish the story today.
I
wrote the introduction yesterday for my next book THE SECRET DIARY OF AN OLD
MAN AGED THIRTEEN AND THREE QUARTERS. Let me share it with you:
Dear Father Christmas
I have been a very good boy this year, or should that read I have been a very good old boy ? Anyway good is what I have been so can I please have a time machine so I can travel back and be a very good boy next year.
Thank you Santa, I will make sure a mince pie and a glass of sherry are left for you.
Max (The Good Old Boy)
Christmas Day dawned and Santa, or at least his agent, had been and left presents. Neither Doctor Who nor Marty McFly had sent me anything, not even a Christmas Card. Boring time lords ! My wife, on the other hand, gave me a beautiful pillow case which had a scene of a sunset printed upon it. I gave her a kiss the opened a second present. She had given me a copy of Sue Townshend’s book The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged Thirteen And Three Quarters. I opened the cover and found she had written that in the year 1982.
1982 ? Now at the age of three score years and ten I thought back to the year, the year when I was thirty-two years old. Hell, I am double that now plus six ! Adrian Mole aged thirteen and three quarters, when was I that age ? A quick bit of mental calculation and I can tell you that was in the summer of 1964. Oh to be aged thirteen and three quarters again.
Writing is a hobby of mine, it has been since I was indeed thirteen and three quarters and believe it or not my first book was published in 1982 although it did not sell one percent the number that Sue Townshend and Adrian Mole did. Perhaps I will read it again. Thank You Father Christmas.
There is a story I wrote which on the face of it is a book for children but it is not, I always say that it is an adult’s view on a child’s life. That I think is also a fair description of Adrian Mole. Perhaps I can make it my bedtime reading before I lay my head on that beautiful pillow case.
Back to BY THE PRICKING OF MY THUMBS. I have just introduced Neuro Linguistic Programming to the reasoning behind the serial killer’s actions. Neuro Linguistic Programming is where, call it hypnosis if you like, certain programming is put into a person’s mind. Then a single work triggers the action.
I have
been complaining in previous pages about the way tech giants manipulate data. I
had a criminal call me yesterday trying to get me to part with information in a
scam. The police are wanting of such scams all the time. I predict this
criminality may in time become a bigger source of concern than drug dealing.
Where did that criminal get my details from ?
It can only be from on-line activity. The ONLY on-line paces where my
mobile phone number has been logged are GOOGLE – FACEBOOK – MICROSOFT, all as
security measures for my password. Mr bank also has the number but I really do
not see the leak coming from there.
Neuro
Linguistic Programming. Go to YouTube and watch the adverts which precede the
videos. On a scale of one to ten grade a few. You will probably think as I do
that all register round about MINUS five hundred. What complete and utter
rubbish they are ! Could this just be a failure on the part of the tech giant
geeks ? Or could it be a part of neuro linguistic programming ?
I will
leave you with that thought.
Speak
again tomorrow.
Dave
MORE BOOKS BY MAX ROBINSON (David Ashford):
You
Never Grow Old With Rock And Roll
Swinging
Through The Sixties
Milton
Dreams The City That Never Was
Not
The Concrete Cows
Pip
Diamond – The Prince of Rock and Roll
Escape
From Armageddon – The First 100 Days
Our
Rebekah – A Story Of Love From The NHS
The
Lonely Ghost
Fantasies
Of A Geriatric DJ
The
Lottery Of Evil
The
Ramblings Of A Silly Old Man
A
Trilogy Of Life
Random
Memories
The
Wild Adventures Of Di Central Eating
The
Case Files Of Dave McDermott
Peter’s
Magic Fountain Pen
Quantum
Mechanics – A Time Travel Trilogy
The
Bridge House
Love
That Dare Not Speak Its name
Two
Short Stories From Max Robinson
Things
Were Different In My Day
The
Diary Of Billy Hardcastle
An
Interview With Flight Sergeant Billy
The
Story Of A Teenage Entrepreneur (Failed)
The Ka
Of Timothy Ford-Newman
Billy
Westall
In
Search Of The Leons
Retro
Eighties
In
Search Of The Leons
Quadrilogy
Aliens
In Time
Le
Escargot Albert
Jukebox
Jury
By The
Pricking Of My Thumbs
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