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NewsmedianewsWelcome to my website.
Thank you for coming to this page to learn something about Newsmedianews. This site is the result of my years in and then out of journalism — a period in which I learned that the primary objectives of news reporting should be twofold—to inform and to entertain.
This spot in the ether is therefore a blend of humour, satire and current news reports and articles from around the world and is operated as a news and information portal. As well as dedicated new links the site also contains numerous articles that would nicely fit under the broad umbrella The Ramblings of a Muse, or perhaps several of them.
The appearance of the site might seem amateurish—I had no training in web page/site design and learned by myself from scratch through trial and error. The appearance and much more could perhaps be improved, I know, but for now it serves as a platform. It is all my own work, apart from obvious stated external articles.
The site is extensive in content. Use the unique EasyNav facility to assist browsing and use the search facilities both on and off-site.
Your input is welcome. It is up to you to maximise this site's potential. Should you find material you consider in any way offensive, please notify me using the links available from the drop-down contacts menu above. And that’s about it, really.
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AN ENGLISH RECOLLECTION
by Keith Harris
Ireland is a land of magic and wonder and like all places everywhere a land of people with their individual and collective problems. I have indeed been fortunate in being able to extensively travel throughout the Republic of Ireland, living in a camper van. As editor of a web site that is effectively accessible by anyone on the planet today and those with the technology elsewhere, I feel I should add some additional words of introduction.
Aside from the work that I do on this site and the (now occasional) writing for the mainstream media, I do not work and my main income is generated by fhe rent accruing from a tiny plot on the dark side of the moon, the rights to which were won in a competition in a boy’s comic in 1958 and which is now one of the 10 prime lunar landing sites. If you believe this, you believe anything. Having said that, the content of this site is in the main relevant to the business of being serious in an entertaining way. I remain, regardless of all, an accredited journalist.
Prior to reaching Ireland, I worked in news covering first Sussex, then Essex and East and North East London for several years and then took on the post of chief reporter for an old established newspaper in Winchester, Hampshire UK — the capital of Wessex and once of England too; the former seat of both Parliament and the Monarchy (Kings and Queens were crowned in Winchester's medieval Great Hall) before the transfer of both establishments to what was then the newly ordained port of London. [see related story link]. Winchester remains an extremely pleasant place to visit, especially during good weather!
I quit the life I had built up over many years late one evening to take off on an unplanned journey to Ireland. Life happens like that sometimes. Setting off in my car with the reel of my life unravelling backwards, I left the UK from Holyhead and drove off the ferry at Dun Laoghaire. Why I chose Ireland, I don't really know. Maybe it was the music thing, as I'd been travelling around the UK with my electric and acoustic guitars.
I'd travelled on a late night ferry and it was still dark when I reached Ireland. I picked a destination—Galway, right across the country on Ireland’s western shore, and so set off from Dublin for the cross-country drive. I had no known family connections with Ireland—in fact I haven't yet tried to locate any family links with the country. It would be interesting to know. For some odd reason, as I drove through the darkened countryside to Galway, I had the eerie feeling of somehow returning home, which I have never quite been able to figure.
Reaching Galway and parking up in the harbour I settled down in the car inside my sleeping bag, tired from the trip. The next day was spent mostly in various bars and walking about the town. Two weeks later I returned to England to exchange my car for a camper van, returning to Ireland where I travelled from place to place for the best part of the rest of the year, then quit for a 12-month semi-working holiday in the United States, before returning to Ireland and Limerick in 1996.
Why Limerick? Because I arrived at Shannon Airport with just £8 in my pocket, a mite too much too carry and nowhere to go. Limerick was close and I picked up a lift right into the city centre.
We seem really to have made a mess of things down the centuries. There are several ways of imparting a sense of knowledge about something. If you expect to be jerked in your belief of all being well, please stop reading now.
Every day we award obscenely high salaries to maintain the ludicrous lifestyles of the obscenely rich, whilst ignoring those whose lives are still rooted in abject poverty.
That's right - we. You and me. And before you shout how dare you? at my temerity in suggesting we ignore poverty, please ask what is really being done?
The world is riddled with ways to make money. Imagine. Lifetimes spent on thinking up ways to make money, but for what? To live? To lounge in opulence? To be happy? Happy, whilst people starve to death daily?
Take a look at your incoming e-mail. Is it not filled with dozens of suggested ways to make money?
We ignore those in poverty, the unnecessary deaths, the unnecessary suffering because we simply continue to pay homage to the way things are.
We salve our collective conscience with the balm of charitable work being done to alleviate the problems of the world, when in reality that is little more than shifting a few pebbles about on the foothills of the Himalayas.
I am reluctantly at the conclusion that there is no-one out there for me in the world. I have gotten too serious, too intense, they say. Things seem to have greatly changed since the days of love, freedom and respect that I seem to remember when I was in my 20s thirty years ago.
That's strange for a man like me, who always cherished a belief that there was someone special. somewhere, and whom I would one day find. I thought those years ago that there was, but then I think I was wrong. If any of those I had known then were really for me, well surely one of them would still be here now?
And before you start mouthing off again at the seams, hold on. Have you noticed how many ignorant people there are who try telling others things about things they know nothing at all about? How they advise on matters that they do not know how to cope with themselves?
Before you do anything in reaction, take a look at yourself and ask if you are not really living a complacent and comfortable lifestyle.
If reading this has angered or upset you I am glad and make no apology as it has accomplished the purpose of making you think.
So that, then, is who is behind this site. If you wish to know more about me, you can peruse the site as there is ample information available throughout. I do not promise to reply to questions regarding the colour of my socks. Thank you for your interest.
And one last thing. If you have never met a whistling sheep in your life, then you need to walk up the valley to the left of Great Gable in the mid-western Lake District, climb the dead end slopes at the end on a sunny day with rainproofs packed on your back for reasons of sanity and when you hear them, you will know.
Having said all that, I'm a friendly kind of cuss and hold no rejections to friendly approaches.
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