GOZO customer service part 1, the Good the Bad and the (I haven’t made up my mind yet) read part 2 coming soon..

img_4057Since I came to Gozo I have been amazed at the variation in customer service. One thing you CAN say about the US is that they believe in good customer service. When they failed me badly I inevitably took them to court and with their system won fairly good payouts. However as I have been told the legal system in Malta is very time consuming I prefer not to get involved in that time and expense…. but we shall see.

TOP OF THE LIST FOR GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE…Ta Pinu Pharmacy, I have written about the service that Marica at Pa Pinu has given me in other posts and she only get better as time goes by. The pharmacy is relatively new opened 2015 and like my own business The Divine LOVE Tea shop has no doubt had some tough times but you can always rely on Marica to give you 100%. She is a smart and attractive young lady unfortunately for this old man engaged to Karl haha.

They are followed by GO mobile phones and quite a few others, who will be highlighted in part 2.

TOP OF THE LIST FOR BAD CUSTOMER SERVICEBanif Bank, One of the first posts I wrote was about HSBC or How Stupid Bankers Can be I made it quite clear at the time some of their failings and as usual pulled no punches but they have settled down and are about to have the honor haha of having my business account after months of being messed around by Banif. I wrote to the chairman only to get a long boring and defencive monologue about what I her customer did wrong etc etc. Well when you ring Banif you get a message that says the conversation will be recorded, so I did the same. I may post that at some stage..maybe part 2.

Next on the BAD list is Lidl, they are the biggest (but not the best) grocery chain in Gozo.They are totally disorganized. Never a manager available (or so they say), always lines of people at the cash outs, when the staff are stood around looking busy? So here we go Lidl (and Lidl’s chairman). I’ve had lot’s of run ins with your shop but the latest while it wasn’t by far the worst was THE FINAL STRAW. Today I bought a vacuum cleaner, Maria my cleaner has managed really well without so far 10/10 Maria. But when I returned to my house in Gharb from Victoria we found they not only forgot to give me the adapter (so I got another from my shop) but the damn thing didn’t work. We sat for ages trying to figure it out but no joy. So I get it repacked into the box and set off for Victoria (all this time my shop which we donate all profits to charity has to remain closed and we are losing money).I arrive at the shop and explain the problem, the guy wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box so I asked for the manager, as usual no manager. Who’s in charge, blank look. Are you in charge, big nod err yes? OK then this is what has happened so I go over everything. Just take it and get a new one. Now under normal circumstance that wouldn’t be a problem but what if the new one doesn’t work can you try it for me and make sure it works?NO!

So I go to the LONG line of people at the checkout (my tea shop is still closed). Its painfully slow so off I go with the useless cleaner and rush back to the shop, more €s, at this rate I won’t make enough to pay the rent (which by the way is 600 cash a month). Everything is cash in Gozo (I’m not surprised with the service the banks give) but most is to avoid paying taxes.

Finally for now, Melita Frankly I’m in no mood to have my chain yanked as they say in good ole Texas. My internet TV and Phone stopped working at home, hours spent trying to get it to work no luck so I think while I’m in Victoria (Rabat) I’ll ask hem whats the problem, I arrive at 1 minute past 6pm they are closing the door I ask if I can just tell them something NO GO AWAY they say and close the door and walk away!! I had enough, I go to GO and they are coming the next day to remove the Melita crap and install their great equipment (and at a better rate). The guy behind the counter at GO was really helpfull and gave great advice.

So now finally after a manic day the haven’t made up my mind yet list. SOME of these are very very delicate and I don’t think its in either of our interest to name those especially those with religious affiliations. But the normal day to day companies I have no issue naming (they know what I’m looking for just GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE). I am their customer not the other way around so :

  • Oh I could go on all day but I can add in Part 2. That may prove some interesting reading, I have to go now and serve late night coffee (wel every penny counts or cents as they are here)

Talk about how to win friends and influence people, sleep tight tonite.




Time has been a big problem for me recently, I’ve never been so busy. I have a lot of thoughts stored up in my head but haven’t had the time to put them in writing and in so doing get rid of them. However here goes, just a small part of what’s up there. The Gozitan’s are an unusual people and Gozo is a unique place, why? Some 400 years ago the whole population hid up in the Citadella from the Moors. The Moors captured all but a few hundred of the island’s total population and sold them into slavery.

Today the result of that traumatic event is in my opinion evident in the traditions that the population engage in. Loud fireworks, Hidden houses, no respect for banks (cash is king). The list goes on and on. First of all loud fireworks. When the loud bangs happened tonight (and every other night this week), I noticed that no-one enjoyed the noise. Quite the opposite they all looked in pain. So why do this? Well if you were being invaded by a huge powerful army or attacked by devils wouldn’t you want them to think you were more powerful than you were? Hence the load bangs, they were enough to scare the devil himself away.

What about their houses. The outside looks like an old shabby garage, but once inside its marble and gold leaf, a palace. Surely this is an example of their habit of not displaying their wealth and hiding away from the outside world.

Everyone distrusts banks, Gozitan’s are no different and they prefer to keep their cash under the mattress. Having had experience of the banks here I can understand why. The people here aren’t exactly forthcoming, but I’ve made many Gozitan friends on the island that I’m convinced is the tip of the mountain of Atlantis.

Now it’s 10pm at night and still the explosions are going off continuously, this really is quite annoying I’d like to get my hands on the throats of those that are doing this. I can hear babies crying in the background. Whatever the reason, religious, legend, custom whatever, this is crap. All I want is to get to sleep. Police do your job get them to shut the F up.


Well enough for now but there is so much to cover. I will add to this in due course. PEACE x



Even today after so long I have to admit I get quite emotional when I read this Nelson Mandela quote (long story, way too long for a blog). I arrived on Gozo 7 weeks ago (just 7 weeks) and I continue to be amazed at the place I feel has always been my home. Maybe I am the new boy around here (so what) but despite the fact that I’ve never been busier in my life, I still feel compelled to write, believe it or not it helps clear my mind. There are so many important events starting to reach climax, when you stand back and observe what’s going on it’s easier to see the connections. Gobbledegook NO you just need to be here to feel the energy.


George Carlin in his sketch ‘Stuff’ pretty well sums up how I got here due to the events in Texas. I arrived with 2 suitcases, a small amount of savings , but a LOT of baggage. Now I see the Citadella is about to open with a big celebration… happy, the hospital is about to be privatised…sad, Free Speech is on the verge of being questioned…sad, the Crazy Brit is about to open a tea shop in Gharb (he’s gotta be crazy). With all this activity it’s getting quite exhausting and doctors orders say, I have to slow down (I thought I saw myself leaving the house as I returned yesterday). The people who care about Gozo (and there are many) need to Raleigh together to make sure some of the changes (like hospital privatisation) don’t have a negative effect on their island. We should be helping each other (not blaring a  car horn) when someone makes a minor driving mistake. Remember the Starfish Story:


I really do have to get some sleep now or my new partner ‘business partner’ is going to be quite concerned at me not following doctor’s orders,perhaps I’ll add more to the blog just as soon as I have more time ha ha. Namaste x


This Blogging is turning into an addiction, once you start you just can’t stop (as the actress said to the bishop). And all these sexual innuendos also have to stop, people will start to think I’m a sex maniac, well unfortunately ladies I’m not (I’m simply a little crazy).

As you can imagine being crazy, I would expect to attract crazy people, which as it happens today when I attended a seminar on “The Law of Attraction” given by the excellent Philip Holden simply wasn’t the case. Our small group met at the “Lotus Tal-Qalb” in my little village of (I’m still not saying) on Gozo, and what a wonderful group of people they were. I’m not telling you their names as one of the few rules of the meeting was complete confidentiality, which when I saw how we all opened up was a good thing. Everyone said what was in their hearts, as Philip guided us through the process.


I have to say at this point that I thought I knew a lot already about the LOA, (how wrong I was).We went much further than what I’ve described in previous blog posts, (they were a few years ago now during a different life, I was in good old Texas then). We did all sorts of things, past life regression, meditation, but most of all, (with only one exception Philip) we cried our hearts out. Even though I was the only guy in the group (apart from P.H) I shared my feelings in a completely open and honest way (honesty is the best policy in everything, yes including blogs) and the tears rolled. We connected with our previous selves which I know may sound strange to those sceptics out there, but like I always say “don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it”

When I first met Philip, just a few days earlier at another of his sessions, I really entered as a complete sceptic (he told me he realised that in today’s meeting) however I left that meeting full of questions and doubts. Today any doubts I had are now gone, I’m completely convinced, and while I won’t tell Y’all what to do (Y’all it’s that Texas slang slipping in again), it’ll be gone very soon, I can totally recommend you trying it (the L.O.A not the Texas slang ha ha).


Philip started with some limited rules, which were extremely useful and helped keep the room “in tune with each other”. He taught us many techniques, without exception every one of his students experienced the palpable energy  in the room, even the toughest of us openly cried (ME). WOW! what an experience, we regressed to previous incarnations even me (in a way)! We talked openly about the experience, there was no bluffing, even those of us that were embarrassed to admit who they’d been in their previous lives owned up (me again), and what an experience that was. The tears flowed as our emotions came to the surface, and I rather embarrassingly admitted who I felt I had “experienced”.

Now as it’s all confidential I’m not telling what the five ladies in the room said, but I can and will reluctantly tell you what I experienced. I really have to qualify myself here, I’m not saying I was this person, that would be too great a leap of faith for you and for me, but somehow I definitely experienced this person’s life. I struggled with my hearing, which is quite bad now and I’ll explain why in a later post, (yep blame Texas again) but I still managed to stay on track maybe I diverted a little, but I caught up with my emotions. So who was this person? I really am embarrassed to say his name (and it takes a lot to embarrass me nowadays) but lets just say my initials are J.C and his were the same. I’ve mentioned him in previous posts.

Maybe it was because I was “hard of hearing” or maybe it was because I’ve been thinking a lot about Jesus Christ recently (I describe my faith in good old Facebook as a Christian Buddhist) as anyone who reads my blogs or are my F.B friends will know. I hope this isn’t regarded as blasphemy, because I’m certainly not the second coming. One young man sadly thought he was “The second coming” when I met him November 2014. It was in a psychiatric ward in Wales, unfortunately he was diagnosed as schizophrenic, and he was a really nice kid, he played guitar for us whenever we asked (wouldn’t harm a fly) and in my opinion he wasn’t crazy. In fact maybe he was saner than most so-called “normal people” but that will be another post for another time.

My “experience” was kinda like I felt what J.C felt. Believe me I don’t think of myself as religious. I would argue (and so would The Buddha) that Buddhism isn’t a religion (and that should be the subject of its own blog). In fact in my view religion has been the cause of much of the worlds troubles, whether it be Jews, Christians or Muslims, we continue to fight among ourselves, yet we supposedly believe in the same god. Well if I’m crazy so are all those Jews, Christians and Muslims. I know in this day and age that’s a dangerous statement to make, like Salmon Rushdie (and I don’t want to end up like him).

I know very well as it happens, people from all three of these religions and we all got one famously, too famously in one particular case (and that will never appear in a blog).The only group that happens to be tolerant of other religions are Buddhists, what does that tell ya?

So yes I experienced being in the manger, preaching, doing miracles and dying on the cross, and when J.C finally rose from the grave wasn’t that a kind of reincarnation? Well as I say I’m certainly not claiming to be him reincarnated or otherwise, but maybe because I got my wires crossed I simply experienced what Jesus Christ experienced, and it was mind-blowing for me. Yes I can hear some of you cynics saying Christ the Crazy Brit is really crazy, well I’ve never denied that, but I’m not prepared to keep quiet about the feelings that Philip brought out not just in me but the others in our group.

The stories were fascinating, some of us played a part in the lives of each others experience (some of the group may have been my three wise men and I know who Mary and Joseph were) but my lips are sealed (I’m sure that Philip won’t mind me saying he was probably the donkey, in fact I think he likes to think he’s built like a donkey, but that his fantasy), and I don’t think we need to go there.

We experienced other things which I can remember, but find it hard to explain the technique to get there, you’ll need to visit Philips website to ask for that information. Hey for anyone that didn’t realize that these blue highlighted words are “hyperlinks” to further information (I know some of us aren’t tech savvy) his website is www.philipholden.com. Hey I experienced something today that for once I find hard to put into words. Imagine that, the Crazy Brit stuck for words….

Excuse me I had to stop for a while, Bobbin, (my daughter Sarah) just rang to see how I was doing, we haven’t spoken since we said goodbye before I left. I need to prioritize things, she and my boys (grandsons) Emin and Oliver will always be my greatest priorities, and the ones who I can trust and as  we know “Trust is like virginity, once you lose it you never get it back” well that’s what they say. But I believe that people can earn your trust once they’ve lost it, provided both parties want the same thing (The Law of Attraction).

At the end of our day Philip asked us to pick a card from a set of cards I’d never seen the like before. We all picked our card and showed it to everyone P.H then read directly from a book that came with the cards and described what our card said about us. This was the final straw for me, yet again he hit the nail on the head, or should I say the card did.


For those that can’t see my card its Mattraya  now if that’s not convincing you are a very sceptical person and I strongly suggest you stop reading my blogs.

We all hugged and said our goodbyes, yep there was a little kissing involved, but nothing the only straight guy in the room couldn’t handle, I felt we’d really bonded today and we went away in an air of enlightenment, peaceful, happy and harmonious. And isn’t that what I said I’ve been searching for all these years.

I like to leave on a funny note, so talking about virginity, (I know we weren’t) but yesterday I learned the translation of the Maltese name for where I live “Virtu Court” believe it or not its Virgin Court. Now as I said to a friend only today, it’s a long time since I’ve been in a virgin (crap I’m not supposed to make sexual innuendo and Bobbin may read this) but as a funny guy used to say “I know I’m awful, But I like it” can any of you Brits out there remember who that was? let me know in the comment below if you can.

Until next time peeps, Its goodnight from me, and its goodnight from him.

(Hey whose crazier here, me for writing this stuff or you for reading it) Gotcha x

John Paul Chalkley aka The Crazy Brit

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Peace, happiness and look for harmony (it helps).

HSBC – (How Stupid Bankers Can be)

I would like to draw a line in the sand with HSBC who appear to have gotten too big for their boots in Malta/Gozo. I have been an HSBC customers since they took over Midland bank in the UK. HSBC (the Hong Kong & Shanghai Banking Corporation) not the High Street Banking Corporation as many believe (strike 1 for misrepresentation) are I believe either in a complete state of turmoil here on the islands, which I can only put down to their constantly absent Directors or complete incompetence (I wouldn’t trust them with my grandsons piggy bank). Now being angry is not good for my ‘Karma’ and normally I’m a very happy chappy but I would like to relate what has been a saga spanning months, to try and give HSBC Malta my money, and is now making me angry and when the Crazy Brit gets angry, step aside.

Back in 2011, I was visiting the UK from my home in Dallas and popped into my local UK HSBC. Gill Jordan (who later became a LinkedIn connection with me) told me I should become a Premier customer. Now to some extent I have written something about this in my blog https://crazybritblog.wordpress.com/blog/ however since then the story has deteriorated beyond even what I imagined. Anyway to continue Gill said by being a Premier customer it would help manage my money (I don’t have a lot) in my UK and US accounts. So Gill signed me up and I became a Premier customer and boy was she right. I found the benefits of Premier not only saved me a lot of time and money but gave me benefits like holiday insurance cover for FREE. So for 5 years I’ve benefited from being a Premier Customer.

Now anyone would think that I was loaded (quite the reverse) it just so happens that I’d moved to the US to start a business but ended up working in Education with “at-risk” kids, and believe me in the good old USA there are more at-risk kids living on the street than some 3rd world countries. (You would be amazed). Anyway, as you will appreciate there isn’t much money working in education but I supplemented that with my private UK pension and lived quite comfortably. Circumstances arose were I had to return to the UK (my now ex divorced me and took all my money and then went off with her old boyfriend, after 10 years of marriage). At 65 it’s kinda hard hitting restart with just 2 suitcases and $5k in my pocket, but I did and decided I wanted to retire/live in Gozo. So I did my research I joined expat and gathered all of the valuable information on what not to do and what to do. One of the things that stuck out was people complaining how long it took to open a bank account with HSBC. So consequently I decided to start the process at home in the UK. Even the Premier Manager Charlotte was surprised at the amount of documentation Malta sent that needed completing, nevertheless we spent a couple of hours and 2 appointments going through the process.

However after 2-3 months Malta had still not opened an account for me. Now I wasn’t alone in being frustrated, my Premier Manager couldn’t understand the delay. So the day came when I moved to the island and still no bank account. I go to the branch in Victoria and get in the line of customers waiting to be seen. I was asked what I wanted, I explained that I was a Premier customer and needed to see a Premier Manager, What for? Now if ever I’d presented myself at any other branch as I had in Paris (when they supplied me with a notary for free, on a Saturday morning) and in the UK the red carpet was rolled out for Premier customers. BUT NOT HERE! I was expected to explain my private business in front of a long patient line of other customers waiting to be seen. So I challenged the woman “are you denying me access to a Premier Manager?” because if so I’d like to complain. All ears in the queue were pricked and nods and smiles from patient customers. Panic sicken the woman said go upstairs to the office on the left.

I was beginning to get the impression that HSBC Malta was being run as some sort of private fiefdom as the rules and attitude were a million miles away from any other country I’d experienced, so I went upstairs and sat down, took out my iPad logged on using the banks free WiFi (well at least the WiFi is free) and shot off a complaint to their international banking centre. Now bearing in mind I really don’t have bundles of money stashed away I needed an efficient way of managing what little I have. So when I sat down and was asked what I wanted by a passing member of staff, I explained, and the guy went into another glass fronted office, and I watched him explain to another guy what I was wanting. This guy stood up abruptly, came from behind his desk and approached me in a very off hand manner. You need to go to Malta to open an account, but why I said, he then starts remonstrating about not having time to deal with me.

This is not a good start to a happy banking relationship. As I said in my other blog why was I having to try to convince people to let me give them my money?

Now I’m not a big fan of banks anyway and have the outline for a book I will write one day called ‘The Bank of Atlantis’, which will explain why.

So as he was losing his cool with me (HIS CUSTOMER) I handed him my iPad and suggested he reads the email I’d just sent to his International Banking centre.

BIG change of attitude. How can he help me now? He invited me into his office and I explain how this saga has developed and he assures me it will be sorted. I tell him about my blogs and he reads the one called smiling at a later stage and says at one of several subsequent meetings that he found it quite funny. Well it was meant to be funny, even though it was quite irritating.

Now I love Gozo, I hope to end my days on the island, but I have a lot more living to do before I pop my clogs. So I find what I believe is a great business opportunity and need my bank account sorted immediately THE SAGA HAD NOW BEEN RUNNING OVER 4 MONTHS.

I have done everything I was asked, jumped through all of their hoops but still no bank account. So today HSBC after years of using you to hoard my life’s work I have to go to another bank to manage my money.

Shame on you HSBC Malta and shame on whoever the man at the top is. I suggest he gets off the golf course puts down his gin and tonic and sort this circus of a bank out before the Crazy Brit really gets on his hobby horse.


Facebook-20140819-121526 Peace and good Karma to all (even HSBC)


Years ago I tried starting to write blogs like anything else its a learning curve and I’m learning new stuff everyday. Someone mentioned something that reminded me of the old post so I wanted to share and update:

Sir Timothy John “Tim” Berners-Lee
BILL GATES NETT WORTH $79.4 billion!!

Now I accept that Bill Gates already gives away a lot to Charity, and he’s said that when he pops his clogs everything will go to charity, but that kind of wealth is not only obscene, but compared to the man who gave him his opportunity, it’s more than ironic. (By the way Malta’s GDP was $9.64 billion at the last count). But I’ll bet you one thing I’m probably the wealthiest of them both, not in money but other STUFF.

Someone once said to me that www was another way of saying 666 (the sign of the devil) I laughed at the time, let’s face it without the web we couldn’t survive, we the human race are dependent on it.  I got this from Wikipedia which ironically is only available on the web

Sir Timothy John “Tim” Berners-Lee, OM, KBE, FRS, FREng, FRSA, DFBCS (born 8 June 1955), also known as “TimBL”, is a British computer scientist, best known as the inventor of the World Wide Web. He made a proposal for an information management system in March 1989 and he implemented the first successful communication between a Hypertext Transfer Protocol client and server via the Internet sometime around mid November.


Berners-Lee is the director of the World Wide Web Consortium (W3C), which oversees the Web’s continued development. He is also the founder of the World Wide Web Foundation, and is a senior researcher and holder of the Founders Chair at the MIT Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory (CSAIL).[10] He is a director of the Web Science Research Initiative (WSRI), and a member of the advisory board of the MIT Centre for Collective Intelligence.

In 2004, Berners-Lee was knighted by Queen Elizabeth II for his pioneering work. In April 2009, he was elected a foreign associate of the United States National Academy of Sciences. He was honoured as the “Inventor of the World Wide Web” during the 2012 Summer Olympics opening ceremony, in which he appeared in person, working with a vintage Next Computer at the London Olympic Stadium. He tweeted “This is for everyone”, which instantly was spelled out in LCD lights attached to the chairs of the 80,000 people in the audience.

I’m going to try closing up my laptop for a week to see how that affects me. I’ll have to make sure I’ve paid all my bills before then as bill payment online is essential for me.


It’s quite sad that like other things in  life people/companies like Google Yahoo Microsoft etc are making billions out of what Sir Tim gave us for free. It is the greatest technological leap forward for mankind yet not many people know his name.The Crazy Brit is 4 years his senior and when the CB was 15 his mum asked him would he ‘like to learn about computers’ C.Bs reply “what are computers mum?” Thank god I didn’t know, I wouldn’t want to have B.Gs millstone for… well lets say $79.4 BILLION..think of all those zero’s

Maybe Sir Tim was naive or maybe just another crazy Brit, but as Steve Jobs (Apple another mega company making money off Sir Tim) quoted:

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

P1010790 (2)  PEACE X


IMG_3745.JPGI think I’ve said quite enough about me in previous posts (I hear cheers in the background) perhaps you the reader would like to be heard? All you have to do is post a comment below (as long as you like) and I’ll make sure it gets ample coverage. Ladies if you want to send photos that would be very nice, the more revealing the better (whoops I’ve started already and its only 4-30 in the morning). Gentlemen (Ha there are no gentlemen reading this) don’t bother, no photos of you are worth taking up any space. Sorry! But seriously, yes I can be serious now and then, for this next post I really would appreciate some involvement from some of my readers, I know a lot of you have far more knowledge of the subject than I have but I’m happy to get the ball rolling and who knows we may be able to start a forum or blog about our island Gozo that would get some traction with “the powers that be”.

Why is it that some friends always seem to have a wine glass in their hand?

Last night I joined a group of friends for the first time (as the new boy on the island) and our conversation drifted at times to the ecology and the wellbeing of this precious gem. It’s only fair to say that sometimes we don’t appreciate what we have until we lose it, and I think this can apply to (some) Gozitan’s. That’s not meant as a swipe at the locals it’s just a fact that I’ve seen wherever I’ve landed in the world. So maybe it would be a good idea for those of us that know what we’re all in danger of losing, to do something about it and create the “buzz” and try to raise awareness with the “locals” to preserve what they have before its lost forever.

Gozo is perfect for a ‘real world’ experiment at being “eco-friendly”. Just think about it, we have a small island that can only be reached by ferry, plenty of sunshine and natural resources that can sustain a sound eco community. We talked last night about electric cars the pros and cons, and we can give our views in the comments below. But to get started, I think all combustion engines could be banned from the island (now that is a controversial statement but I don’t mind controversy). OK I know the Gozitan’s are car crazy, but exceptions could be made by special licence for certain ‘antique cars’. Electric recharge points could be made available all over the island and with our sunshine they could be solar-powered (the technology is available so we just have to convince someone to pay for it) and that should be the easy part. I don’t know about you but I’d love to be sat at a roadside café without my senses being attacked by some tornado of a motorbike tearing past and further deafening this poor old CB.

The island abounds with its own natural herbs, and I know someone who knows everything about that, sadly she leaves next week, but with a little encouragement I’m sure she could be persuaded to return even as a visitor to advise on the opportunities for the rich harvest we’re walking on. There are already some organic farms here I don’t know where or how many but there are companies that I know of that will help develop organic farming, Agrilicious is one, OK they’re based in Seattle USA but Duane Dahl their co-founder is a really fair entrepreneur and philanthropist and with a little encouragement I’m sure we could persuade him and his team to offer their advice if not involvement.

Already on the island some people have installed solar panels, but I see very few wind turbines and no wave technology and they could be introduced in a less intrusive way ‘cos as those of us here know there’s plenty of waves and wind here, especially when CBs had a few beers (sorry girls). This tiny unassuming island could become a mecca for ecologists around the world and a true example of what can be achieved, the only barrier we have is apathy, and that’s where we need to focus attention.

For those that don’t know (that’s everyone), I’m writing a semi-serious book about Gozo (now that is a first the Crazy Brit trying to be serious). My book centre’s on some of this islands wonderful resources both past, present and the future. Frenc tal Gharb is rightly considered something of a saint here for his healing abilities, he has his own Facebook page, there’s a museum here in my little village of ? Well, I said I’d let the cat out of the bag in my last post so yes it’s GHARB (but please don’t swarm here we can do without all you cheapskates coming in your polluting cars and stuff). I’m sure resurrecting the healing properties of the island’s natural resources would be a fitting epitaph to Frenc tal Gharb’s memory, and I know he’s is admired by everyone here, so why not?

The fact of the matter is that this whole subject is way too big to cover in one simple blog post, especially by someone who’s new to the island, so if there’s anyone out there that cares (and I know there are) then let’s start a campaign to make Gozo green, now there’s a good campaign slogan Gozo Green or GREEN GOZO. And that come’s from someone dare I say, that’s come up with a few of those (in his dark shadowy past). Oh crap I hope the FBI don’t see this. So the newbie on the island is gonna shut up now (cheers all around) and pass it on to comments (even just good or bad) from the audience after all as the new boy round here I’m still learning.

I was asked yesterday what would happen to all the old cars and wouldn’t the owners be unhappy about having them banned? Understandable (I have one too at the moment) I suggested that the government/EU/Private investors could fund a free exchange program new electric car for old petrol car (new lamps for old) I don’t know about other residents but I’d quite like a new electric car and if Mr Sebastian Thrun (ex Google and inventor of the driver-less car) gets involved they could even be driver-less, imagine that just jump in the car say home James and chill out. Whatever next….hmmm this would be nice>>Facebook-20140818-042110


That’s all from me folks now it’s up to you PEACE x

John Paul Chalkley aka The Crazy Brit