“If you want to live on you got to live right” Dennis Brown
It was around 11pm, the M1 was foggy but I knew I had to get down to the sky studios in London, I had my music on mellow and driving calmly, I wasn’t in a rush and no desire to get to the hotel at a decent hour, the music was sending me into an almost trance like state. I’ve been driving on the M1 since the early 80’s and know the road like the back of my hand. I love driving always have done and I’ve had my fair share of cars, from Ford Capris to BMW’s I’ve owned or driven them all, I’d go as far to say it’s a passion of mine.
Earlier on in the day I’d been getting ready for the Sky Poker cash game, I’d collected my clothes from the dry cleaners, I’d been to the barbers for a shave and hair cut, dropped into Hot and Spicey for some peanut porridge and meditated for a couple of hours, I was feeling refreshed and good.
Back on the M1, I was going past the Colville junction, it was dark and I felt almost cozy in my warm car with my music, my thoughts and the open road, as the road cleared in front of me so that I could see another 100 meters, I saw a car wedged into the center bollards, I was in the 3rd lane I had no time to stop, no time for an emergency brake, I collided with the car at around 60mph BANG!! My car started spinning!! I’m a spiritual man so I started praying, I prayed that all the people around me stayed safe, I prayed that the person in the car would go unharmed, I prayed that my family would live good and healthy lives and thought I did not want to go out like this! I didn’t ask for anything else but when my car finally stopped I realized that I wasn’t hurt.
I’m a spiritual Rastafarian, my first job when I got out of the car was to check on the other car and see if there was anyone in there, I walked over and saw the car was empty I got to the side of the road still in shock and saw the person that I hit standing on the side of the road, I went over to check on him, by this time many cars had stopped and people were surrounding me and asking me if I was okay. I don’t know whether it was the shock or just pure adrenaline that kept me standing.
I was alive that’s all that mattered, I called a friend of mine in Nottingham and told her what had happened, she came and picked me up, my car was a complete right off, she wanted to take me to the hospital but I insisted that I’d be okay, just take me to my hotel.
Life’s funny, in the moment you think it’s over it’s not yourself that you think about, you think about everyone around but yourself. In the face of death I felt like Zion was calling me, I’d be going to a better place, a place where god roams and there is no war, corruption or greed a place where all men and women are equal and not judged by looks, money or position
I’ve lived for 56 years, during this time I’ve been to many funerals, weddings and christenings, I understand that even when I go life will still carry on for everyone and the only thing that will connect me to this world will be my memory. So the question is “How do I want to be remembered?”
A man can have all the money in the world, but when he's gone the only thing that is left is his memory and legacy, so I say to all those people reading this blog, live good, live healthy and live right. So I’ll leave you with a song by Dennis Brown called Let love in
I love this post
Glad you were okay, and the person in the other car.
With the UK's terrible libel laws, you can say something on facebook or twitter that is 100% factual and accurate and still be sued for libel
Speaking as someone who's been libelled in a newspaper I'd massively disagree with this. You have no idea how long it took to get resolved and apologised to.
To say "We couldn't give a shit" is an understatement.
What I said was 100% accurate. If the person who is offended by the statement has a lot of money, they can make life very difficult for the person they are claiming has made the libellous statement.
The problem in your case (and I have no idea who you are), is that you're not a big multinational or someone with an organisation with a lot of funding behind them. If you say something about them (true or not), you can be sued for libel without them having to bring any evidence forward.
The ridiculous law is heavily weighted in favour of those with good lawyers - and good lawyers cost a lot of money. So in your case, it was the other way round - you were libelled by someone, and possibly didn't have the massive funds to go after them - which could be why it took so long to be resolved (I obviously don't know the details of your case, but a paper shouldn't be in the position to write libellous comments and feel safe from any action)?
Richard Wilson describes it (in that last link) as "rich man's justice". That's the problem with UK's libel laws.
You are factually correct and sum it up perfectly when you mention "rich man's justice" but you know as well as I do that realistically no one sues for libel apart from famous people and multi nationals. It just isn't a viable option financially: even finding a lawyer who will entertain looking at a libel case is hard work.
People don't realise it isn't a case of proving someone said something defamatory, it is proving it did indeed have a detrimental effect on your life or business as in it was seen by your contemporaries/colleagues.
I would suggest posting something on FB is pretty much guaranteed to be seen by contemporaries and colleagues!
However - my own personal opinion is if you say X casino is rubbish or badly managed etc it shouldn't be a banning offence. There is the angle though that if you think it's so bad why do you want to go there anyway, so a ban shouldn't be a problem. Obviously if you say people are cheating and the casino knows this you are walking straight into the line of fire.
So staying with the female take, as brought into the mix by Maria
I don't hate anything much, people, phrases or anything but there's plenty of things that press my buttons for a brief period!
When I'm on an all male table and a new guy comes to sit down, puts his chips down, looks round the table, then says "Hiya darlin I'm John, what's your name?" to me only.
Poker's a level playing field at the start right? So why introduce yourself to the one female at the table? And why open the floodgates by calling me "darlin" when I'm going to then verbally destroy you, generally embarrass you and end up with you calling me a lesbian/man-hater/ball breaker or tranny?
You going Cove? Hoping to add to your Southport title? Lol
Is that Martin? No I'm otherwise engaged.. Off to see some men batter each other in Liverpool. I believe it's an organised evening of violence as a pose to a normal night out in town. Better had be anyway at 25 quid a ticket!