Category: biscuit tin

Just some notes.

I don’t want anything religious.  I don’t believe there is a God or god.  There is a divinity in all of us which arrives when we practice sitting quietly and let love in.  Not something I’ve done much of but I have experienced those moments.

Music is easy, although difficult too.

You can all come in to Kashmir from the album Page and Plant No Quarter – you might need to fade that early as its 12 mins long.  In the middle you can have Sweet Honey in the Rocks – Breaths and when you leave you can have Rock and Roll by Led Zeppelin and have a dance.

I want to be dressed in old jeans and a t shirt and wool jumper if I’ve got one.  There’s a guy in wales makes wooden coffins from recycled wood or failing that, willow. As cheep as poss.  Cremation.

I’m not attached to too much really even though I’ve got this far, I’ll not be there so it wont matter much to me.

If I’ve left Sandra behind, please look after her.  She is very precious.

Its February 2022 and I watched a Dragon’s den episode where someone was pitching an idea called Biscuit Tin.  It was a website which securely contained information about people lives and death wishes and even financial arrangements and other bits and pieces.

It seemed a good idea, so there is a new Category called Biscuit Tin where I’ll put that kind of stuff.  It may be as long lived project as My manifesto, but hopefully will be more enduring than that.

I plan to say bits about my life which will maybe make clear some of the decisions I have made, my funeral requests ( with links if appropriate) and maybe why I chose those things.

Here is my starter for 10. I was born in Bradford St Lukes Hospital on 19th June 1955 and about 6:30 am. I was a wanted child and both my parents were very pleased with a boy. I was born with dislocated hips and talipes which is feet turned almost inwards and under. Both due to being large in the womb. I wore wishbone splint well until after my Christening for my hips and had operations on my feet. I am not aware of any lasting effects of either defect, except that my toes are not very mobile and I can’t spread them like many people. Sometimes at night this feels quite claustrophobic.

I don’t remember anything about living in Bradford. We moved when I was 3 after my sister arrived.

That will do for my first entry! More to follow.