Funny. I went to see the Sex Pistols recently and they played that patriotic song: 'There will always be an England' at the end. People in the audience seemed happy and warmed by it. I felt utterly betrayed and disgusted. Was that some kind of sick joke? I mean, how can you go from singing 'There's no future in England's dreaming' to THAT??? Duh! Has EVERYONE SOLD OUT THEIR SOUL? OR WHAT? I'm confused because the last time I looked England was no more than a province of a vast new unelected bureacratic European super state.
But some of us are still alive and awake though and can see what's going on. That England has become a steaming Fascist/ Communist shithole that's getting deeper and fatter and wider by the minute. And that soon that shit's gonna hit the fan. And if I'm wrong then this page and me'll look real stupid in years to come but that's ok 'cause then I'll be wrong and then I'll be happy to have been wrong. Either way I win. In a way.
But there's nothing new though is there? I mean it's the same old same old just getting faster and bigger and smaller and taller and shinier and duller and more
Chinese and more connected. They really got you by the balls as George Carlin said. They own everything: The school system. The news media. Music. Books. Films. TV programs. The lot. Government is bought and paid for. The law system. Academia. Health care. Everything. Cameras are going up in people's homes. Children are being abducted from their families. People are getting sick for no apparent reason. People are getting dumber. People are getting more sheepish and obedient. The police and military are totally mind bombed and see you no longer as someone to serve and protect but as the ENEMY. There's a war going on on something or other they keep telling me about but I can't see a thing for all the smoke.
Cops are such cunts. I mean, what kind of arsehole would ever want to become a cop anyway? A cop is someone who can't make it in the REAL world. He's a failure. He's a person who can't make anything of value for other people. Because they don't believe in themselves they have to believe in an idea. That idea goes something like this: WE are the GOOD guys and YOU are the BAD guys. Real deep. Know what I mean?
But anyway, that first chap, like the one far left? I might swallow my pride and ask him the time or perhaps some directions 'cause after all, they're human beings too, right? And we're paying their bloody wages too, right? And also, you never know, they might actually do something useful one day like actually catch a real criminal? But these days quite honestly, I have to steel myself first if I see one. And if I see those next two militarised goons I'll keep a good distance..................... watch in horror and keep reminding myself that they're only made of flesh and blood like me. That in a combat situation of that calibre I certainly wouldn't enter into it like that for fuck's sake, ridiculously advertising myself to all so boldly. That they're just fat yellow fairground ducks in a silly costume. And even the thickest skull won't stop a carefully aimed 9mm round.
I think they're preparing for another English civil war. A war on ME. A war on YOU.
Fuck THEM!! Anyway, let's look at a few of the changes:
Cops are such cunts. I mean, what kind of arsehole would ever want to become a cop anyway? A cop is someone who can't make it in the REAL world. He's a failure. He's a person who can't make anything of value for other people. Because they don't believe in themselves they have to believe in an idea. That idea goes something like this: WE are the GOOD guys and YOU are the BAD guys. Real deep. Know what I mean?
Right looks like something out of Orwell's '1984' or 'Fahrenheit 451' doesn't it? No. That was a 2008 police raid on my old stomping ground of Finsbury Park where I lived when I was in the Clash. Blackstock Road. What did they uncover? A plot to overthrow the government? Someone building a bomb out of depleted Uranium? No, just a few stolen laptops and mobiles. A £10 draw. Not much to be sure but it sure is a great way to show the public who's BOSS don't you think? Notice the blue and yellow coloured helmets. Those are the colours of the E.U. communist flag. Coincidence?
NO, of course it fucking isn't.
Here are two fine looking young ladies from a bygone English era. One can only imagine the social subtleties that may ensue on meeting such delicate, modest creatures! What enigma and what dignified, enticing mystery, eh?!! It's not hard to envisage a young man, perhaps a sad and thoughtful poet, fawning at their feet in silent and wistful rapture to the gentler phases of their beauty!!
Here are two fine looking young ladies from a bygone English era. One can only imagine the social subtleties that may ensue on meeting such delicate, modest creatures! What enigma and what dignified, enticing mystery, eh?!! It's not hard to envisage a young man, perhaps a sad and thoughtful poet, fawning at their feet in silent and wistful rapture to the gentler phases of their beauty!!
You can only wonder what might go through their minds if they could contemplate our more 'liberated' modern expressions:
Or perhaps.....?
Of course we shouldn't just poke fun at the ladies! We might get called sexist and that would never do, would it? Here's a respectable looking chap. Perhaps he was something of a wag in his day? A dandy maybe? A picture of sartorial elegance........................ contemplating his ....................................................................................
future self?
Here's another example of England's changing landscape. This is quite the touchy subject for a lot of people. Who knows how many these days? I know people who hate Christianity and a few who will defend it to the death and so I'm wary of treading on anyone's toes here. From my point of view, nothing in life is complete. This isn't fence sitting, it's just that life isn't a collection of package deals and if you think it is you're likely to swallow some poison along with the sugar. But morsel's of truth turn up in the most unlikely places and I wouldn't wanna throw out a baby with the bathwater either. I guess what I'm saying is, nothing can ever substitute for critical thinking. And no one deserves the responsibility for my thinking except me. After all, it's me what's gotta live with the consequences of it, no one else.
Or.....!!!
Of course we shouldn't just poke fun at the ladies! We might get called sexist and that would never do, would it? Here's a respectable looking chap. Perhaps he was something of a wag in his day? A dandy maybe? A picture of sartorial elegance........................ contemplating his ....................................................................................future self?
Here's another example of England's changing landscape. This is quite the touchy subject for a lot of people. Who knows how many these days? I know people who hate Christianity and a few who will defend it to the death and so I'm wary of treading on anyone's toes here. From my point of view, nothing in life is complete. This isn't fence sitting, it's just that life isn't a collection of package deals and if you think it is you're likely to swallow some poison along with the sugar. But morsel's of truth turn up in the most unlikely places and I wouldn't wanna throw out a baby with the bathwater either. I guess what I'm saying is, nothing can ever substitute for critical thinking. And no one deserves the responsibility for my thinking except me. After all, it's me what's gotta live with the consequences of it, no one else.
Nevertheless, I have a soft spot for the Church of England. Not least because a church is a pretty thing and I like the strange smell inside them. Also, seeing as how it's been under such attack by the lefties for so long it's hard for me not to root for the underdog. And the Church STANDS for something. If I believe in anything at all it's this: it's better to stand for something or you'll fall for anything.
Still, for hundreds of years people have gathered somewhere like this across England to gather their weekly spiritual and moral sustenance. Everyone knows that attendance has dropped off and that today you're more likely to meet folk procuring their Sunday morning sustenance here:
And that this:
has turned into THIS!!!:
Oh man!! Where to begin with the fucking New Age? Its satanic origins? CIA mind control? Who funded it? Who cares. Its easy to spot a useful idiot. Especially one of these modern day hippies that think being spiritual is sticking a joss stick up their arse, drinking their own urine and wearing a piece of something purple. They won't need to be forced, they'll beg for their implantable micro chip Mark of the Beast from IBM when it's being made available. Contingent of course on if they get to choose which avatar they can be when plugged into the universal virtual matrix of being by their guru master, David Rockefeller. Especially if it comes with a complimentary free ounce of dope too courtesy of the CIA. These are the magical children of our brave new sustainable English world. Even when they're 62. God help us!
I'm not going to go into deconstructing these pictures. We did that stuff at art college and all I learnt was what a silly waste of time it is. Any fool can see for themselves what's happened here without having to think about it. That women have turned from sugar and spice and all things nice into NAZI'S. We see loads of 'em around here, where we live in Notting Hill, everyday, stomping about like stormtroopers in skintight jeans and jackboots with a top of the range mobile permanently super glued to the side of their head, barking out field strategy to one of their other agents in the field called 'Seraphina'!! Meanwhile, her personal ATM machine is usually pulling up the rear. He's a simpering 38 year old City of London worker in shorts wondering whether he ought to book on an outward bound course. He's heard it could help him regain his masculinity.
I always hear politicians banging on about family values in order to get elected. How the family is the cornerstone of society and other such shit. But year in year out divorces and family problems just get worse and so I expect they've come to a rational, reasonable solution to the family problem and that's simply not to have it anymore. Just get everyone sterilised. Brilliant!! Promote that along with the added benefits of repercussion-free, indiscriminate, gratuitous, Friday night drunken sex with complete strangers, vulgar, artless, dehumanising internet porn and you're onto a winner!! Getting rid of the family would improve crime statistics. Similarly, they could produce better crime statistics each year if they just killed everyone off. Like Bernie Rhodes used to say at Clash band meetings: If you got a problem, get RID of the problem. Simple.
I'm not saying the old days were great. Far from it. The main point of this is to show that reality is MADE. Perceptions are CREATED. It's not all an accident. Well, some things are but quite a lot of it isn't. And what isn't gets moulded, shaped and steered anyway. How? Because everything is run on money and most people will sell their old lady for a quick buck if they can get away with it without anyone noticing.
Still, for hundreds of years people have gathered somewhere like this across England to gather their weekly spiritual and moral sustenance. Everyone knows that attendance has dropped off and that today you're more likely to meet folk procuring their Sunday morning sustenance here:
And that this:
has turned into THIS!!!:
Oh man!! Where to begin with the fucking New Age? Its satanic origins? CIA mind control? Who funded it? Who cares. Its easy to spot a useful idiot. Especially one of these modern day hippies that think being spiritual is sticking a joss stick up their arse, drinking their own urine and wearing a piece of something purple. They won't need to be forced, they'll beg for their implantable micro chip Mark of the Beast from IBM when it's being made available. Contingent of course on if they get to choose which avatar they can be when plugged into the universal virtual matrix of being by their guru master, David Rockefeller. Especially if it comes with a complimentary free ounce of dope too courtesy of the CIA. These are the magical children of our brave new sustainable English world. Even when they're 62. God help us!
I'm not going to go into deconstructing these pictures. We did that stuff at art college and all I learnt was what a silly waste of time it is. Any fool can see for themselves what's happened here without having to think about it. That women have turned from sugar and spice and all things nice into NAZI'S. We see loads of 'em around here, where we live in Notting Hill, everyday, stomping about like stormtroopers in skintight jeans and jackboots with a top of the range mobile permanently super glued to the side of their head, barking out field strategy to one of their other agents in the field called 'Seraphina'!! Meanwhile, her personal ATM machine is usually pulling up the rear. He's a simpering 38 year old City of London worker in shorts wondering whether he ought to book on an outward bound course. He's heard it could help him regain his masculinity.
I always hear politicians banging on about family values in order to get elected. How the family is the cornerstone of society and other such shit. But year in year out divorces and family problems just get worse and so I expect they've come to a rational, reasonable solution to the family problem and that's simply not to have it anymore. Just get everyone sterilised. Brilliant!! Promote that along with the added benefits of repercussion-free, indiscriminate, gratuitous, Friday night drunken sex with complete strangers, vulgar, artless, dehumanising internet porn and you're onto a winner!! Getting rid of the family would improve crime statistics. Similarly, they could produce better crime statistics each year if they just killed everyone off. Like Bernie Rhodes used to say at Clash band meetings: If you got a problem, get RID of the problem. Simple.
I'm not saying the old days were great. Far from it. The main point of this is to show that reality is MADE. Perceptions are CREATED. It's not all an accident. Well, some things are but quite a lot of it isn't. And what isn't gets moulded, shaped and steered anyway. How? Because everything is run on money and most people will sell their old lady for a quick buck if they can get away with it without anyone noticing. Engineering a world society, and England is the world's starting point, has a lot to do obviously with shaping the little shits that will grow up to become it. Game playing is one of the most important shapers of a developing mind. All baby mammals play games. It's how you learn to think. Or NOT to. To me, people look a bit freer in the mind in the old days. Apart from the cop in the background in the Victorian scene it looks pretty wild and chaotically social. Most of that lot would probably be diagnosed with a hyperactivity disorder today and put on drugs. The little boy with the hoop? Who knows what such a reflective simple game could hold for society? Putting that thing down some country lane might prime his mind to come up with a new theory of motion to add to Newton's? A more efficient means of energy transference? A revolutionary model of our universe that discredits the big bang theory and uncovers the interconnectedness of all things in space-time?
One thing you can be sure of, these little zombies won't come up with anything much.
......except more reflexive obedience to the state and a more efficient way to bump you off?!!
25 years ago everyone cried when we watched birds get washed up on the beaches of Cornwall covered in oil. It was a sad reality of the technological age. It certainly wasn't a religion back then though. But everyone has been brainwashed into being an eco nut today. It's appalling, really. You can't smoke a fag these days without someone getting huffy because you're 'polluting' their air. People think you're some kind of a terrorist if you put your plastic bottle in the wrong bin. And we're all gonna be hit soon with massive co2 taxes on everything we buy based on a totally fraudulent scam that's supposed to help stop the planet from frying up.
One thing you can be sure of, these little zombies won't come up with anything much.
......except more reflexive obedience to the state and a more efficient way to bump you off?!!
25 years ago everyone cried when we watched birds get washed up on the beaches of Cornwall covered in oil. It was a sad reality of the technological age. It certainly wasn't a religion back then though. But everyone has been brainwashed into being an eco nut today. It's appalling, really. You can't smoke a fag these days without someone getting huffy because you're 'polluting' their air. People think you're some kind of a terrorist if you put your plastic bottle in the wrong bin. And we're all gonna be hit soon with massive co2 taxes on everything we buy based on a totally fraudulent scam that's supposed to help stop the planet from frying up.
Meanwhile, what I wanna know is, whatever happened to this little fella?
Back in the early eighties the streets and back gardens of London were swamped with these fuckers. Even in the coldest winters they were there, jumping about in the snow. You'd chuck a bit of stale Sunblest out when you were bored and literally hundreds of these characters would appear out of nowhere on your doorstep, yapping and pecking insanely away. I remember they had a little black bib. I looked them up in the library and they're called House Sparrows. They were there in the summer, too. All year round. They used to annoy me back then deliberately screeching every weekend on top of my Sunday morning hangover. How dare they! Now the air is strangely silent. They've completely disappeared. Why hasn't anyone even mentioned this sad environmental tragedy? Why don't they talk about it? Is everyone just too self obsessed to have noticed?
I wonder if THIS has anything to do with it?
I ran my digital camera quickly across the sky from my balcony yesterday and scanned these pictures together. This is a typical view of the sky here in West London most days when it's not cloudy. For those who don't know, these are trails left behind from aircraft. They hang suspended for hours and dissipate eventually into a milky haze that covers the whole sky. 25 years ago these trails didn't exist except from the Red Arrows or something like that. This aerial spraying from commercial aircraft started in the nineties and hasn't stopped. The trails contain oxides and salts of aluminium, cadmium and barium amongst other things. Google these metals and you immediately come up with pictures of skulls and crossbones. An obvious example of real, dangerous environmental pollution. Mention it to your friends or ask for some explanation and people immediately think you're a kook. I guess they're waiting for that nice lady on the nine o'clock news to tell them that they're there. But I know they're there because I can fucking SEE them for fuck's sake.
This has become so passe now I didn't even want to include them but I've just run outside and snapped this one in Portobello Road for you and THIS is England, after all, right here and right NOW and they weren't here 25 years ago. I remember when the first speed cameras started appearing on the roads around 1991 when I was driving my taxi. I was shocked then. I'm shocked now. No matter how many times I see surveillance cameras, which is everyday, they constantly piss me off. Try doing something about it though. I did when I received a parking ticket from one of these things. It's a free country, right? Privacy rights, liberties and all that. After months of writing to politicians, being directed from one borough to the next, from one politician to another, from one to another secretary I wearily gave up out of frustration. I guess if I'd put some money in the envelope I might've got an audience. That's how politics works today. And that's democracy for you. My definition of democracy? It's a dog treading water. It's an earnest and active little animal, full of beans, all highly pleased with itself but only so far so good until it becomes exhausted, sinks and drowns:
Not being entirely content with spying on you from the outside our 'authorities' now want to spy on you from the inside too. But you know, I really thought to myself there's NO WAY English cunts will go for this shit. If nothing else, pictures of men in uniforms standing next to images of naked bodies will strike an immediate, unpleasant chord. A sour memory of a not so distant past that we all know from the films and newsreels. After all, it's not so long ago our recent relatives were laying their lives on the line to prevent this kind of crap that was happening over there from ever happening over here. That there has to be a final straw and this will definitely be IT. The British bulldog spirit of fighting tyranny on the beaches will prevail and stop this insanity. But NO!! Remarkably, my fellow natives of this now not so pleasant land all placidly submit themselves to this unbelievable process of humiliation and degradation everytime they want to go somewhere. What's precipitated this? A horde of fifth column Nazi marauding invaders? V2 bombs raining over London? A return of William the Conqueror? The Spanish fucking ARMADA? No. Some dumb looking CIA patsy apparently let off a firework in his pants while flying, not from the U.K., but from Amsterdam to the good ol' US of A. My God! What can you say??? Astonishing.
As above, so below...............
Looking at this you might be forgiven for thinking there's some kind of demonic attack being waged on our bodies today. Is this a covert attempt to subvert our sense of our own reality? To control and dominate? Is your body a sacred temple? A window to your soul or is it merely a biological machine? Just random evolutionary material of no real importance to be scanned, injected, pumped full of pharmaceutical shit, regulated, humiliated and stripped bare of all dignity? Our authorities seem to think so and our modern 'artists' appear to think so too:
Apparently some weirdo kraut and that paid lackey Hirst have both ACCIDENTLY come up with identical 'artistic' themes celebrating the wonderful magic of childbirth. I suppose there are hundreds of residents of Fulham SW4 currently debating this trash. 45 year olds, hip, skinny and trendy but lonely spinsters seriously trying to divine its 'meaning' over a coffee.
I'm not going to debate the merits of old versus contemporary art but here's something people looked at in the old days. As a rule, contemporary art disgusts me and classical art only bores me. I can't see much in this but at least it's not offensive even if I wouldn't decide to put it on my wall. I remember Bernie (bless his heart) saying that people didn't really go to art galleries to look at the art anyway but secretly to look at other people. I can see his point but unfortunately that rests on the dodgy premise that people are more interesting than art. They're not. People are dull and fuckin' stupid. And the only reason a pile of bricks, some rectangular cubes, toy soldiers arranged in the shape of a swastika, blank canvases etc. could possibly exist in galleries is that these things have at least an equal or higher value than the people looking at them. I can wander around the National Gallery and that and can appreciate English landscapes but after about 45 minutes I can only think of one thing: where's the nearest fucking pub?
Education used to come in a classroom in England not so many years ago where you might actually learn something boring but REAL like physics and something personally useful like how to frustrate and subvert authority. For sometime now, the classroom has unfortunately morphed into a place where the social engineers can help you learn what to think and help get you rendered intellectually, morally and spiritually impotent. Thus primed, a modern little brain can then successfully enter the work place and become good clay for the corporate propagandists. Here, fuckwits are being downloaded with the movie 'Avatar'. A nice, little innocuous half billion buck production put out there to help prep the kids for Agenda 21 and the coming world socialist dictatorship.
Looking at some of the above you might be persuaded to take to the streets to protest these distressing changes. Think twice, baby. Again, the sweet face of merry old England aint so sweet or happy anymore. Years ago ladies like these could safely air their grievances and politicians had to listen and effect change or they wouldn't get re-elected. Nowadays, protesting on English streets is a hazardous and filthy affair more resembling a second world dump like Argentina or Thailand and you're likely to get seriously hurt in the process.
Or as this poor guy found out last year, beaten to death. He wasn't even protesting. Just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I ran my digital camera quickly across the sky from my balcony yesterday and scanned these pictures together. This is a typical view of the sky here in West London most days when it's not cloudy. For those who don't know, these are trails left behind from aircraft. They hang suspended for hours and dissipate eventually into a milky haze that covers the whole sky. 25 years ago these trails didn't exist except from the Red Arrows or something like that. This aerial spraying from commercial aircraft started in the nineties and hasn't stopped. The trails contain oxides and salts of aluminium, cadmium and barium amongst other things. Google these metals and you immediately come up with pictures of skulls and crossbones. An obvious example of real, dangerous environmental pollution. Mention it to your friends or ask for some explanation and people immediately think you're a kook. I guess they're waiting for that nice lady on the nine o'clock news to tell them that they're there. But I know they're there because I can fucking SEE them for fuck's sake.
This has become so passe now I didn't even want to include them but I've just run outside and snapped this one in Portobello Road for you and THIS is England, after all, right here and right NOW and they weren't here 25 years ago. I remember when the first speed cameras started appearing on the roads around 1991 when I was driving my taxi. I was shocked then. I'm shocked now. No matter how many times I see surveillance cameras, which is everyday, they constantly piss me off. Try doing something about it though. I did when I received a parking ticket from one of these things. It's a free country, right? Privacy rights, liberties and all that. After months of writing to politicians, being directed from one borough to the next, from one politician to another, from one to another secretary I wearily gave up out of frustration. I guess if I'd put some money in the envelope I might've got an audience. That's how politics works today. And that's democracy for you. My definition of democracy? It's a dog treading water. It's an earnest and active little animal, full of beans, all highly pleased with itself but only so far so good until it becomes exhausted, sinks and drowns:
Paddling for Democracy!
Not being entirely content with spying on you from the outside our 'authorities' now want to spy on you from the inside too. But you know, I really thought to myself there's NO WAY English cunts will go for this shit. If nothing else, pictures of men in uniforms standing next to images of naked bodies will strike an immediate, unpleasant chord. A sour memory of a not so distant past that we all know from the films and newsreels. After all, it's not so long ago our recent relatives were laying their lives on the line to prevent this kind of crap that was happening over there from ever happening over here. That there has to be a final straw and this will definitely be IT. The British bulldog spirit of fighting tyranny on the beaches will prevail and stop this insanity. But NO!! Remarkably, my fellow natives of this now not so pleasant land all placidly submit themselves to this unbelievable process of humiliation and degradation everytime they want to go somewhere. What's precipitated this? A horde of fifth column Nazi marauding invaders? V2 bombs raining over London? A return of William the Conqueror? The Spanish fucking ARMADA? No. Some dumb looking CIA patsy apparently let off a firework in his pants while flying, not from the U.K., but from Amsterdam to the good ol' US of A. My God! What can you say??? Astonishing.
As above, so below...............
Looking at this you might be forgiven for thinking there's some kind of demonic attack being waged on our bodies today. Is this a covert attempt to subvert our sense of our own reality? To control and dominate? Is your body a sacred temple? A window to your soul or is it merely a biological machine? Just random evolutionary material of no real importance to be scanned, injected, pumped full of pharmaceutical shit, regulated, humiliated and stripped bare of all dignity? Our authorities seem to think so and our modern 'artists' appear to think so too:
Apparently some weirdo kraut and that paid lackey Hirst have both ACCIDENTLY come up with identical 'artistic' themes celebrating the wonderful magic of childbirth. I suppose there are hundreds of residents of Fulham SW4 currently debating this trash. 45 year olds, hip, skinny and trendy but lonely spinsters seriously trying to divine its 'meaning' over a coffee.
I'm not going to debate the merits of old versus contemporary art but here's something people looked at in the old days. As a rule, contemporary art disgusts me and classical art only bores me. I can't see much in this but at least it's not offensive even if I wouldn't decide to put it on my wall. I remember Bernie (bless his heart) saying that people didn't really go to art galleries to look at the art anyway but secretly to look at other people. I can see his point but unfortunately that rests on the dodgy premise that people are more interesting than art. They're not. People are dull and fuckin' stupid. And the only reason a pile of bricks, some rectangular cubes, toy soldiers arranged in the shape of a swastika, blank canvases etc. could possibly exist in galleries is that these things have at least an equal or higher value than the people looking at them. I can wander around the National Gallery and that and can appreciate English landscapes but after about 45 minutes I can only think of one thing: where's the nearest fucking pub?
Education used to come in a classroom in England not so many years ago where you might actually learn something boring but REAL like physics and something personally useful like how to frustrate and subvert authority. For sometime now, the classroom has unfortunately morphed into a place where the social engineers can help you learn what to think and help get you rendered intellectually, morally and spiritually impotent. Thus primed, a modern little brain can then successfully enter the work place and become good clay for the corporate propagandists. Here, fuckwits are being downloaded with the movie 'Avatar'. A nice, little innocuous half billion buck production put out there to help prep the kids for Agenda 21 and the coming world socialist dictatorship.
Looking at some of the above you might be persuaded to take to the streets to protest these distressing changes. Think twice, baby. Again, the sweet face of merry old England aint so sweet or happy anymore. Years ago ladies like these could safely air their grievances and politicians had to listen and effect change or they wouldn't get re-elected. Nowadays, protesting on English streets is a hazardous and filthy affair more resembling a second world dump like Argentina or Thailand and you're likely to get seriously hurt in the process.
Or as this poor guy found out last year, beaten to death. He wasn't even protesting. Just got caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.