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…self-enclosed bubbles – isolation by technology…

…it has been three years or so since this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler last set foot in London… I’ve arrived for a few days break from the Middle East… and being the iconic Legend-In-My-Own-Lunchtime writer-observer that I am, I am appalled by what I see… that insidious, creeping, personal hostage-taker, Technology, has taken even deeper hold of the population… being amongst crowds of people in the street, and on the Lahndan Underground subway system, or just sitting resting in the park, all around me are totally incommunicable human beings, impervious to their surroundings and to others of our species… why?… because the majority of the ones that pass me by, and many, who actually bump into me, are engrossed in their eyes-down-while-walking stare-fixations at mobile telephones and other devices… others, I notice now, have wee, white, plastic protrusions sticking out of each ear, electronic extensions of the aforementioned devices, ostensibly to keep them in touch with whomever and whatever, but certainly not with emb’dy in their immediate vicinity… it’s often said that the loneliest place to be sometimes is in a crowd… nowadays, with the individual modern version of these self-imposed ‘isolation cells’, more and more of our fellow beings are encased in self-enclosed bubbles – isolation by technology… whatever indisputable benefits the products of Samsung, Apple, and Huawei deliver to the planet, the downside of the powerful addiction to their ‘communication’ instruments is killing the art of conversation… they are deriving many of us of the simple pleasure of merely talking to another individual… add to that the ubiquitous habit of referring to Google to ‘establish’ or ‘verify’ facts, and our ability to think independently suffers even further… in the big grocery stores, through self-packing machines, and in other places, the human interface has been removed… banks no longer encourage customers at their teller-manned branches, but channel us to operate via online transactions…

I know, I know, I know, people will call it ‘progress’… well for me, ‘fraid I’m still ‘old school’ and am in no hurry to change… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…it’s not often that this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler has been present at the birth of a new word… but one such memorable occasion presented itself many, many moons ago… it happened during that part of my career when I was part of the legions of Financial Masters of the Universe, as the embodied historical photograph of the yesteryear money market/foreign exchange maestro in the dealing room in Hong Kong here indicates…

…part of the role of being a prominent F.M.U. entailed, (naturally), whizzing around the globe, ostensibly arranging mega-billions worth of deals (Master Soros, eat yer heart out!)… a trip from the Far East had my itinerary taking in financial institutional visits in London, then carrying on to Noo Yawk in ‘Murica, to repeat the exercise with some of our American banking friends… I usually travelled light, with merely hand luggage and a laptop… the F.M.U. status, of course, warranted First Class tickets all the way… in the British Airways First Class lounge at Heathrow Airport. it transpired that the First Class flight seats had been over-booked and the offer was made to emb’dy with hand luggage only, holding a First Class ticket, to be transferred to a Concorde flight, departing for Noo Yawk around the same time… I volunteered, as I had never flown with the Big-Beaked Bird before…

…soon afterward, I settled into my seat, and the plane took off across the Pond… now comes the good part… a little while into the flight, the pilot came on the intercon to address us… y’know, there are posh English voices, and there are really posh English voices… this lad was in a superior vocal act, all of his own… and of course he had a double-barrelled monicker, …‘Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen… this is your Captain speaking, Charles Bloominfort-Huntingdon… welcome aboard this most S’TRODN’RY aircraft’… ‘STRODN’RY’?… he’d just invented a brand new word for me!… he had me in stitches right there, so much so, I lost the gist of most of what else he said, except the closing sentence, ‘If you should require any assistance, our butler, Mister Kenneth, will be on hand with your caviar and champagne!’… not being an imbiber of alcohol by that time in my life, there was little else of luxurious note during the flight… in fact, apart from the great boon of getting to the destination supersonically in about half the normal time, the rattling across the skies in this oversized cigar tube was quite uncomfortable… the seats, all mono-class, of course, supposedly First Class, were less than the size of the normal Business Class seats on the standard British Airways flights… but, the plane was ‘S’TRODN’RY’… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…’The Long Journey Home’… a must read… from the pen of Vivian Salama…

…it’s not often that the title of a book catches my eye in such a way that absolutely compels me to read it… Authoress, Vivian Salama, has more insights probably than most about the rigours of life among the migrant population in the strife-torn townships of Syria, having seen the impact of civil strife at close hand as a highly-respected journalist for several years in the Middle East… I have shared often on my blog my own personal thoughts and feelings about the tragedies and heart-wrenching upheavals that hit innocent families, not only in Syria, but across other ravaged countries and communities, including those in Africa… to have the story told through the eyes of a child, whose innocence is ruthlessly stolen from him, is beyond price… and we have to believe in the eternal hope that things do improve when each of us commits to try to make this a better world… I commend ‘The Long Journey Home’ to each and every one of you, my dear friends…

…here’s the synopsis:

Hassan loves playing soccer, hanging out with his friends and eating his mother’s home-cooked meatballs. But as calls for revolution begin to echo across Syria, his country is thrust into an era of chaos. As trouble creeps closer to his hometown, Hassan’s friends flee Syria, one-by-one, to seek a better life abroad. One day, when his family suddenly decides to leave as well, Hassan is forced to abandon everything he knows, including his remaining friends, his school, and the soccer field he so dearly loves. Little does he know that his journey is just beginning. In this tale of migration and acceptance, inspired by true stories, an innocent Syrian boy is upended from everything he knows after his family flees his war-torn homeland in search of a better life.



Vivian Salama became a White House Reporter for AP in January, 2017. In 2014, she became the Baghdad, Iraq bureau chief for the AP. She  has covered the elections in Egypt, the insurgency in Iraq, the Arab Spring, and drone deaths in Yemen. [1]

She hails originally from New City, New York. [1] She moved to the Middle East in 2003 and was a freelancer for Associated Press Television News in Cairo, Egypt from 2004 to 2006. [1] She also reported from Pakistan and opened Bloomberg News‘s bureau in Abu Dhabi. [1]She worked as a producer for NBC News and ABC News in New York City.

…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…Authors… How to be a Successful Writer…

… this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler formally joined the ranks of the global writers’ diaspora over a decade ago… I use the term ‘formally’ there, because informally, the creative pens-crafting has been with me prob’ly since birth, which seems about a coupla hundred years ago… at infant and primary school in my hometown of Docklands, Govan in Glasgow, we children were introduced to ‘Composition’, the name used before the college level description, ‘Essay-writing’… no matter how short the offering, even if only a page or two,  it was drummed into us to have ‘an introduction’, ‘a middle‘, and ‘an ending‘… as an early starter in reading books supposedly beyond my years, I habitually ‘borrowed big words’ from novels and from the dictionary, force-feeding them into my ‘Compositions’… the teen years crept up stealthily on me, and resulted in the angst-ridden poetries and short stories, so prevalent among my peers back then… fast forward to the past ten years to my Jack Calder crime thriller tomes, and not much, in truth, has changed… for sure, I hope, a tad more sophistication, and cerebral application toward plot development, character arcs, and all that good stuff the professorial tutorials demand of fledgling authors… with a back list that happily still gets regularly downloaded on Auntie Amazon Kindle, it would seem to some worthy folks that I am in a position to judge (nay, not ‘judge’, ‘pontificate’, Master Gallacher, ‘pontificate’!) what constitutes being a successful writer…

…for me, it is quite simply, transforming the desire to write into actual writing… no more and no less than that… it is NOT about selling a million copies of your wee masterpieces (although, that is not without merit)… nor is it about garnering any of the Nobel Literature Prize, the Man Booker Prize or any other labelled literary honour… similarly, rankings in bestseller lists, or the Noo Yawk Times ratings… no, sir… no, madam… How to be a Successful Writer is simply writing for yourself… taking pleasure, delight, and sum’times anxiety and mental pain, and just getting it down on paper, or laptop, or whatever, is ALL it takes in my not so ‘umble view… so, go be successful!…see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!



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…eleven years of Jack Calder and Co… where did that time fly?…

…around this month in 2008, Master Gallacher first experienced the absolute delight of ‘being on that pink cloud’, having just typed ‘The End’, on my first ever Jack Calder crime thriller… it’s a feeling which thankfully returned with pleasing regularity as the subsequent books became a series… apart from my Granny, hard-pressed (read; ‘arm-twisted’) family, and bosum buddies, more than 100,000 wunnerful readers have seen fit to download copies of the novels since the first edition hit the Auntie Amazon Kindle ratings… I am immensely grateful to every single reader… you have made a happy man very old… the immersion in the addictive universe of the modern-day writer involves for me a constant love affair with the SOSYAL NETWURKS, where the development  of countless friends from the scribblers diaspora has been a great joy… add to that the fabulous range of reader friends and just plain, down-to-earth, honest-to -goodness LUVLY bloggers and bletherers on Facebook and other channels… laughs galore, and amusement by the tonne… none of that was predicted when the first story was completed… and I wouldn’t change one iota of the journey thus far… eleven years of Jack Calder and Co… where did that time fly?… dear pals, all of you who take any time to interact with me, please know how much you play such an important part of my life… see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!












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…the amazing gift of finding treasure in your own backyard…

…this ol’ Scots Jurassic scribbler’s writing schedules have been more than full this past twelve months… a back-burner item was the hope of producing my own personal memoirs in-between lengthy programmes encompassing ghostwriting autobiographies and family histories for other people, work which I enjoy immensely… I had begun to despair of finding enough of that elusive item that most of we authors crave — time!… one morning last week, like a flash of inspired lightning, it occurred to me, that much of the content for any memoir of mine was already ‘out there’, or more precisely, ‘in here’… on my webpages… for the past seven years as a blogger, I have shared a kaleidoscope of topics, many of which were throwback anecdotes of things I have seen,  felt and experienced during my life and career… over the past few days, I have downloaded and segmented these particular blogs into a timeline, subject matter,  and career slots… and guess what?… no less than 40,000 words of copy is there already!


…this will be the bedrock on which I will build the telling of my memoirs… of course, I will re-work the  content to meld it with my narrative flow, but what a wunnerful realisation, that much of my writing  labour has been done through my invested time over these last years since my first blog in May 2012… the amazing gift of finding treasure in your own backyard… the impetus is now with me to get on with it, a far cry from my original expected target date of a couple of years hence… stand back, and let the smoke billow from the keypad as the record of Master Gallacher’s Life and Times see the light of day, and not remain locked away in the registers of the various police authorities and lunatic asylums of Docklands Govan in Glasgow, Tobermory, Campbeltown, London, Hong Kong, Singapore, Sydney, Manila, Abu Dhabi and Bahrain... see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!


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…regrettably, Sir, there is no known antidote…

…a little dive into my past blogging history reveals this wee piece, done about six and a half years ago… the message therein still holds good today 🙂 via …regrettably, Sir, there is no known antidote… 



April 5, 2019 · 1:04 pm