I am now embarked upon the final third of my Blogging Odyssey. I have more to say about Global Warming and have yet to complete my blogging of the Anna Lindh Dossier. There are also more to be gleaned from earlier writings from The Canterbury Papers, The Wealth of Villagers, The Little EuroBook and England’s Economic Politics for A New Century. So I do not find myself short of non-fiction material.

However…unless events intervene…I also plan to introduce into this Shop Window of mine a number of Creative Writing Projects…The Return of the Ancient Mariner; The Little Prince; The Private Letters of Crocodile Uppsala; 2034; Creaky Tales and The King of Buen Consejo.

But William of Salisbury may yet take up much of my attention. The first of his two parchments…Letter to King Charles III…appeared in last Saturday’s Blog and his Eight Points Local Programme two days ago. But this local programme was the second and last part of his Second Parchment. The first part contained the Marching Orders for the Five Transition Years between the Election of the Royalist Party and the Abolition of Centralised Government.

The idea that a thousand years of English History can be turned upside down in 350-words may seem quite absurd. William of Salisbury would agree...as long as business carries on as usual. But this is a radical programme designed for a situation where business is anything but normal and the alternatives are Chaos, Tyranny or Military Rule.

Five years ago Kirkpatrick Sale predicted that we would be in just such a situation within 20 years. It is also 15 years since John Seymour conceived Retrieved From The Future set in Suffolk in the years after the Oil Tankers failed to arrive and England’s City Dwellers froze to death after two devastating winters. The War on Terror, Global Warming and the other products of the Fear Factories are distractions from Reality.

Western Europe and the USA are about to go the way of Eastern Europe…and to do so at the same speed. Collapse will not be gradual but sudden. We are living in a Golden Age which is rapidly drawing to a close. The only form of planning that makes any sense in times like these are plans for the reconstruction of Civilisation After The Crash. This is the message coming from John Seymour and Kirkpatrick Sale. William of Salisbury is a contributor to this debate.

One of the great Strengths of Diversity is Redundancy of Institutions. This is what the Uniformers & Harmonisers of the World fail to understand. England is blessed with three parallel Structures of Governance…Monarchy, Parliament and Church.

The collapse of Parliamentary Governance provides an opportunity for The Church or The Monarchy to take on the Power of Governance. William of Salisbury reasons that with Parliamentary Governance discredited the Sensible English Thing To Do will be for Charles Windsor and Rowan Williams to put their heads together. Their task…ahead of Crash…is to design the ways to bring the English people safely through the difficult times ahead.

Much of William of Salisbury’s 20-point Programme of Transition will be rightly seen as a savage assault against Private Banking and Big Business. This will come as no surprise to anyone with Historical Consciousness. These are the forces that have abetted the rise of Parliamentary Governance and instrumental in its fall. Even a cursory reading of the rise of the Property Owners’ & Merchants’ Parliament in the 17th Century will banish any doubts about this. Here is William of Salisbury’s 20-Point Transition Programme…the alternative to Chaos, Tyranny or Military Rule.

1. Issue a Guaranteed Income of £ 100 per person per week of public issue and establish a programme for Issuing Authority to be at Village and Urban Parish level by Year Five;
2. Establish Common Property Commission;
3. Establish Debt & Usury Commission;
4. Establish Trusts & Corporations Commission;
5. Establish Farm & Food Commission;
6. Repeal every Legislative Act of all Parliaments;
7. Abolish all Rights other than Personal Property Rights and Common Law Rights;
8. Register all Private Property as Personal Property within 12 months;
9. Establish programme for election of Common Property, Debt & Usury and Equity Commissioners in each constituency after 12 months;
10. Establish programme for the reconstruction or abolition of all Corporations, Trusts and other Joint Private Enterprises by Year Five;
11. Increase bank deposit ratio to 20% and issue public money to replace private bank deposit money at 20% per year until 100% Money Economy by Year Five;
12. Abolish Central Government Taxation after 12 months;
13. Remove Central Government Control of Military Regiments after 12 months;
14. Common Property Commission to dispose of one fifth of Common Property to Competent Receivers each year and to be operating on a County basis by Year Five;
15. Establish Home & Rent Commission in each village and urban parish and transfer all un-dwelled residential dwellings to them as Competent Receivers from the Common Property, Debt & Usury and Equity Commissions after 12 months;
16. Issue Gold and Silver Coinage to replace the National Debt and introduce a Wealth Tax levied in a way that exempts nine out of ten households from taxation at all times;
17. Debt & Usury Commissioners to treat as ‘fully paid up’ all loans for which repayment has exceeded ‘principal plus thirty percent’ issuing public money to clear surplus indebtedness;
18. On reaching their 18th birthday each woman to be given a Home without Encumbrance from existing housing stock;
19. On reaching their 18th birthday each man to be given Five Acres and a Cow and freedom to build upon their land;
20. Establish a Royal Order of Master Gardeners.

It is half past nine and I am tapping away at a computer terminal in Rye Library next to Rye Parish Church on Lion Street. Opposite me at the other computer station sits Gill Harvey furiously typing away in anticipation of her last contact with Digital Humanity before disappearing behind the Great Wall of China for four weeks.

Gill and Paddy fly out the day after tomorrow. China is no longer the Land of the Starving Millions of our childhood…suburban mothers would threaten to send uneaten meals there if their offspring refused to eat up their greens leaving many of us with a life-long trauma of soggy envelopes overflowing with brown gravy being delivered to hoards of dying Chinamen.

Today I woke at half past seven; enjoyed a Weetabix breakfast; glanced at last night’s washing-up…and ignored it; reorganised my sheet music in preparation for my next concert…a repeat of the Mozart Concert at St Mary’s Church in Rye earlier in the summer on Saturday week across the county line at St Leonard’s in Hythe; locked up the boat...which means putting in the boards; turned off the Calor Gas; frightened away a flock of the infernal starlings that sit on the rigging in the morning despoiling the deck; then took myself off the boat along the catwalk to the electricity hut…two foot high by two foot square…to pull out the plug and disconnect from the National Grid.

With infilling James Joyce could spin this to 600-pages…but for me 900-words will suffice...as a reminder that my focus is what I do all day. A cheery wave from the Chair Doctor as I passed his workshop opposite The Salts; up the Ypres Steps; through the Gungardens; crunch crunch on the shingle behind the church; and down Lion Street to The Mint and the hole in the wall outside Barclays Bank. Glad tidings. Friday’s PayPal transfer arrived overnight.

So I withdrew £20 of notes and converted them into coins by buying a comb at Boots The Chemist for a pound…and complaining about the absence of a GPS Homing Unit in my previous purchase…and then buying a Chilean apple for 25p from one of Rye’s two independent greengrocers. The best prices for Fruit & Veg are in the Budgens supermarket and at the Fruit & Veg Stall in the Thursday market…with a high-priced Farmers Market option on Wednesdays.

Like many Supermarket Objectors I disapprove of rows of identical products with different brand names and extravagant packaging filling up supermarket shelves and masquerading as choice. But small grocers are going the same way.

While apples from the local orchards in Peasmarsh are being ploughed into the ground local greengrocers are selling at identical prices four of five different types of apple imported from all over the world. So on principle I haggled the price down from 27p to 25p by offering a ten pound note as the alternative to my small change.

So in the space of 10 minutes £20 of Digital Credit was destroyed and replaced with Minted Coinage…shifting the distribution of purchasing power between the two from 30.1111111 to 1 to 30 to 1. This is unlikely to destroy the UK Economy but it does stop money being removed from my bank account without my say-so…an ever increasing general occurrence. Now I am only vulnerable to something I can understand like stealing money out of my pocket.

From The Mint to the High Street and down Market Road...passing the time of day with Martin Hutchings…who for once refrained from advising me on the absence of adequate boat maintenance aboard the good ship Vemara.

The mast should come out; half a dozen places need repairing to seal leaks; the bulkhead over the companionway should be replaced; everywhere should be varnished but the cockpit in particular…and not just another few layers but back to the bare wood; all the rigging should be renewed. All this is on my to-do list so I don’t need reminding.

Leaving Martin to take his Daily Mail back to his coffee and croissants at 42 Fishmarket Road I continued across Cinque Ports Street past Post Office Counters and turned in at Rye Royal Mail Sorting Office. What a day of wonders this is turning out to be. September finances transformed. Two Good Yacht Guide orders…a total of four guides worth £80 gross and £55 net.

Now I can say yes to the deal Tony Payne is offering…a desktop computer with a new case and a mix of new and recycled parts inside. One of the two orders was a cheque and there was still time before the library opened at 0930 to collect my Academic Inn Books Treasurer Account Passbook from the boat.

By a quarter past nine I was sitting in the end pew on the third row in the church and chatting to Clive the Verger. Along came three 8-year old girls. Do you work here? Yes I do? replied Clive. ‘We are giving all the money to the church,’ she added. ‘Thank you.’ Clive answered. ‘Yes’ butted in the second girl. ‘It’s at 12 West Street.’ The third girl thrust a piece of paper into Clive’s hand. Here is what it said.‘Shell Sale: Thurs & Fri: 9:00am-9.30am and 5.00pm-5.30pm. All money for St Mary’s Church. Shells under 50p. Sorry closes 12 on Fri.’ I added the vital piece of information to the poster that the sale was at 12 West Street and Clive put it up on the noticeboard.

Are local charities making a comeback? Five years ago the money would have gone to one of the big charities like Leukaemia Research or the Imperial Cancer Fund…to be spent giving the medical profession and drug company executives holidays in exotic places for two weeks after their one day conferences. ‘I’ll ask Ann if she knows who lives at 12 West Street.’ Clive remarked. Ann knows everybody. ‘Probably her grandchildren’ I responded.