Author: Mike Cunningham

Born in England in 1940 in the middle of the Blitz, the youngest of three brothers, he survived an early death after a gas leak filled his bedroom in Jarrow. His sister, who was born ten years later, died at a tragically-early age of sixteen from leukaemia. He joined the Merchant Navy after an Engineering education, and spent seven-odd years living a footloose existence at sea, but met the light of his life, the girl who is now his wife of now forty-seven years while in London. Lived in South Africa for eighteen years while raising three kids, all of whom are now Engineers of varying disciplines themselves. Worked in Africa, and then in England in heavy Engineering, on water, sewage, power and electricity projects, watching the steady decline, in Great Britain, of all types of manufacturing and engineering excellence for the next twenty-five years. This decline mainly due to a combination of political interference and political ineptitude. Likes and loves his family, giving special attention to the three Grandsons who are all both independent and always smiling! Is very proud of his three adult kids. Interests range from politics to blogging and writing, from classical music to photography. Is taking a special interest these days in local council political matters. He has had two books published, one of which is a book in both print and Kindle, and is a novel about Right-wing politics, with four more available as e-books. Politically, he is inclined towards the Right, but is constantly depressed by what is on offer on that side of the political divide. Dislikes the very idea of the European Union, and is forlornly awaiting any Party to keep their promises regarding that bureaucracy-ridden place by the offer of a Referendum. High on any wish-list is an importation of the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States into the political life of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, so that once more Freemen can speak Freely, without recourse to euphemisms and double-speak!

…when y’ gonna learn?

I like and admire America, I also admire and know Americans with whom I have worked with over many years. I honestly feel that the greatest mistake in our history we, as a Nation, ever made was to ignore the…

They were the very models of a modern Major-General

Just 161 years ago, 156 cavalrymen, officers, serjeants and other ranks died, with a further 122 wounded; through a combination of arrogance, mistaken orders, a long feud between brothers-in-law who happened to be very senior British Army commanders, and the…

stick thin model

There was an article in one of the Sundays about this model, who seemed about on a par with her sisters, in that she was already thin, and she was complaining that her agents were demanding that she shave some…

The smile behind the Tiger

Please note that the ONLY person from the sadly blood-spattered Communist Dictatorship who really deserves the Red Carpet, the Carriage Drive up the Mall, and the State Banquet with Her Majesty is the man whose name dare not be spoken. His country…

A minor Masterpiece

For all students of both good journalism and superb writing, I point towards the New York Times, and its essay entitled :- The Lonely Death of George Bell It is at the same time a commentary upon life as it…

Lay a whisper on my pillow

I have often wondered at the sheer naivete of the wider public; not only in Britain, but also certainly in the United States. A couple of examples springs to mind. I quote the case of a seemingly switched-on woman who…

A Marketing Ploy

As the Post title implies, I am attempting to generate some interest in the latest of my small collection of books; and wish to advise the Orphans readership that my latest short-ish story is free to download for just a…

3-score-&-ten; or 350?

I am now well past the old biblical longevity target of 3-score-years-and-ten, but hopefully remarking that most of my faculties are intact, if not all firing at 100%, such as my hearing. I state this because many striplings of forty…

George Formby he was not!

Our British Police Services Forces are, despite ferocious attempts to neuter them, still a fairly representative force for good. I accept that a great deal of politically correct damage has been, and is being, done to our Police, but there…

I’m with Katie!

Coming rather late to this one, as I have been rather busy.  We have all probably read by now of the death of Police Constable David Phillips, at the hands and wheels of a car-thief, now charged with murder; who…

where angels fear to tread

So she is a volunteer in an Ebola clinic in Sierra Leone. She is, by definition, a ‘do-gooder’. She feels ‘fulfilled’ by working in amongst the deadliest disease known to mankind. Then, by not obeying the rules, and by wearing…