The definition of modern racism is at best situational and volatile. At worst it’s like some kind of vague mist that you can’t really grab, but often find yourself enveloped in, lost, not sure how you got there, but your friends have long bailed out and you are on your own.





















For those of you who have expressed concern, or worry, as to my mental state over my last few reports from the road, I beg to assure you that I feel I am coming back from the brink. Backing out of a dead end alley, you might say… Of late,





I can’t help but feel that we’re permanently teetering on the edge of a world changing war. What with recent fly overs from Russian jets, North Korean nuclear tests and the knowledge that there are over 15,000 nuclear weapons worldwide, we appear to be one world leader’s bad day away from a cataclysmic event.