Tom Stephenson
Sunday 25 February 2024
Friday 23 February 2024
Out of service
There have been a lot of deaths in my circle of friends over the last couple of years. It is not to do with growing old either, as almost all of them have been people much younger than me.
Tuesday 20 February 2024
Wednesday 14 February 2024
Watch Aljazeera reportage if you can stand it
Saturday 10 February 2024
Is it too late?
Earlier this week I heard a recording of a telephone call made by a child from a car in Palestine. Her parents and siblings had been fleeing to what they hoped would be a safer place when they turned a bend in the road to be confronted by an Israeli tank.
The tank opened fire on them and the child somehow survived to make the phone call and beg for help. They sent an ambulance and when it arrived her phone went dead. Yesterday they arrived at the scene and found that the girl had been shot and the ambulance had been destroyed. Everyone - including the ambulance crew - had been killed.
Netanyahu has announced that he is sending ground troops into a small town which is holding thousands of refugees living under tarpaulins, with the intention of killing a Hamas battalion. The desperate refugees have virtually no food or water and disease is spreading rapidly.
28,000 civilians have now been killed and Netanyahu refuses to listen to any suggestions regarding an even temporary cease fire. Hamas will not cease fire unless the IDF vacate Gaza.
There is only one thing which can be done to stop further genocide now, and that is to deny Israel further armaments unless they stop breaking the international rules of warfare. If Israel is worried that Hamas will use a ceasefire to regroup, then they will have to deal with the situation another way. Netanyahu has left no other options and seems not to care about the fate of the hostages, let alone any other innocent people. 70% of Gaza has now been totally destroyed.
Both sides have been de-humanised.
Tuesday 6 February 2024
White lias
There are little bits of 17th century Bath tucked away amongst the 18th. Some hide in plain view, others hide around the corner. The people who live in this bit are friends of mine.





