In the mid 70s, My brother and me were returning home, following another step along the road towards rock stardom. It was about half midnight. What had been a lovely summers day had given way to a warm cloudless night. We were driving along a dark and unlit motorway, the M66, with the shimmering lights of Bury, to our left. My brother was taking his usual nap, no doubt dreaming of his impending stardom, “thaaank you, Neeew York, good to be back”. I was reflecting on my nights performance, “if only I could just tune my guitar, I know I'd shine, watch out Slowhand Clapton, I'm comin'”.
Distracting myself from wallowing in self pity, I glanced to my left and there hovering in the sky above, Bury, was an amber coloured light. Whoa! I said. (It would be a further 10 minutes before I remembered to close my mouth!) “Tone, Tone”, I said, nudging him with my elbow. “Look at that, Tone, look”. “What”, he says. I pointed to the sky, through the passenger window, directing his gaze to the amber light still hovering above the town. “Whoa!, wotszat? pull over, let's have a proper look”, he said. I stopped on the hard shoulder, we got out and stood watching. It's a plane, nah, not moving, hot air balloon then, nah, don't fly at night, you sure, yep, helicopter, don't think so. The expressions on our faces, probably resembled those of two kittens, staring at a ball of wool, cute, but gormless.......Cute? Yes, in a rock god sort of way.
We could have been witnessing the beginnings of the war of the worlds, yet, after a few minutes, we got bored. Not doin' much is it? I said. No, he agreed, sounding a bit grumpy at being disturbed. We started to walked back towards the car, our gaze still fixed on the light. Just then, a second light appeared, ping. We stopped. The second identical light was positioned at about 10 o'clock from the first. Ping, a third identical light at about 4 o'clock, forming a perfect diagonal and equally spaced formation. (The ping's are for dramatic effect only) We halted out retreat to the car. My open mouthed and gormless expression returned, we stood there, uttering anglo-saxon phrases. They then started to move, very slowly, from right to left, still in perfect formation. Moments later they disappeared in turn, starting top left, middle, and bottom right. Ping, ping, ping. (See above).
This is a true story, just jazzed up a bit.
I hope you have enjoyed this account of my close encounter. Just before you go..........
Over the last few days there have been several posts regarding TTIP. This isn't politics, right, left or centre. This is something far more serious. TTIP is a trade agreement between the USA and Europe. What's wrong with that, you might ask. Well, this agreement will allow big business an even bigger bite of the pie than they already have, including the NHS. And just for good measure, all is being conducted in secret and that secrecy will remain for the next 30 years. Why? I'm not soap boxing, but you owe it your children, and your children's children, to at least be informed.
Please don't sign or abstain without first knowing what it is.
There are several sites out there and all are very informative. I got my info from War On Want TTIP.
If you've got ten minutes to spare just have a look. If you're not convinced, don't sign. If you are, there are several sites with petitions to stop TTIP, sign them all! I did.
This is your NHS and YOUR NHS NEEDS YOU and by God if you're on this site, you need the NHS.
I thank you