Month: July 2016

What’s that coming over the hill…

There is a monster. It is eating our world. It is driving us to social collapse. It’s happening right now and many people know it. But nobody can agree on it’s name.

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Some call it ‘Fascism’. Some call it ‘Socialism’. Some call it ‘Bigotry’. Some call it ‘Inequality’, or ‘Intolerance’, or ‘Religion’, or Greed’, or ‘Politics’. All these people fight each other constantly, rather than fighting the monster. They fight over what the monster’s name is.

All the while, the monster is eating our world and the end is getting nearer. I want to show you how I think you can start to decide for yourself what the name of the enemy truly is.

But first…

let’s get the admin out of the way.

Thanks for those who emailed about my health checking I am OK. The saga seems to have come to an end.

After spending the last month investigating, we found out that my health is fine, I simply have a susceptibility to indigestion, if I eat the wrong foods, if I eat too quickly or sit in positions that scrunch my stomach when I eat, then I will get a lot of chest pain. I do tend to wolf my food and to enjoy a lot of things that aren’t digestion friendly. There’s no cure for what I have, it’s just susceptibility I have to learn to live with. However, I found by chance a natural remedy which almost completely, if not completely, counteracts my discomfort. This week, for the first time since last December, I am living without having to endure disruptive pain on a day to day basis. It’s lasted since this Monday, so fingers crossed. It feels like I have my life back.

I’ll be hitting the jaunt button again in the next few days and August will be my final month of adventure before hopefully moving back to London for work. I have most of the month booked up coaching wise, but late August and early September are free if anyone else wants to book in and spend some time in the sunshine, drinking coffee and chasing skirt then let me know. This very time last year I was in Zagreb with Yohan, Rapid Vienna and Irish Does Asia. And what a great time we had the three of us. Well, let’s see who might make the team sheet this year.

Two days ago Bodi sent me a sneak preview of his new book. Death By 1000 Sluts Part Two. I read it and gave him some feedback, for what it was worth. I am not a very good devil’s advocate for him really. I always enjoy his writing and I laughed all the way through the book. It was great. I’d change nothing and told him so, but I am very partisan.

His second book is nowhere near as dark as his first one. In his first book he set himself up as the joke in many ways and we laughed as he lampooned a string of his comical misfortunes. The second book is much lighter. It’s much better written too, not that the first wasn’t good. I just think he has moved forward with his craft. It has some very well set out themes and scenes. It recounts life in the RSG mansion and all the eccentricity that was contained therein. The lampooning is no longer pointed at a wiser and more secure Bodi and firmly towards his friends in the mansion as he spills the beans on our comical mannerisms, obsessions and eccentricities. But does he find pickup success and happiness by the time he makes his 1000th set? You’ll have to read the book to find out.

One of my books will hopefully be finished soon. I may make a concerted effort to finish it by the end of this year.  I was surprised to find out that following my steady chipping away, I am well more than halfway there now, plus the plot is finalised. I really just have to write it all out. I will probably only sell about 10 copies but it’s not about that, pickup was simply the best thing that ever happened to me so I want to write about it.

Apart from Bodi’s book, there were three things this year that I hoped for. (Well, four things if you count ‘Krauser gets syphilis’). Events that were outside my control that I would like to see happen. In January, I visualised them, I  tasted them. Everything else could dig an hole, but I hoped to see these three things.

Firstly I wanted to see my football team win its league. That was granted in May.

Secondly, I wanted Pittsburgh to win the Stanley Cup in June. I felt they were going to. I felt when they started winning in December they were going to. I’ve been a Penguins fan since the late 80’s. My cousin and I used to pretend we liked Ice Hockey so our grandparents would let us stay up late. As soon as they’d gone to bed we’d keep the hockey on for 2 minutes in case they were listening or came back into the living room because they forgot something, then when we thought the coast was clear we’d turn over and watch RTL, which was a German channel that often showed smutty films. Thing is, it was the playoffs and Mario Lemieux was playing. By the third night I’d forgotten about RTL and just wanted to watch the Penguins. The last few seasons they weren’t ready, but this time, they simply found their spirit and were the best team by far in my opinion.

And finally, a week later, I hoped for Brexit.

I got my hat trick.

The month leading up to the election had me locked into the Stanley cup and in the remainder of the time, due to being ill, I had not much else to do but argue with people on Facebook about the pros and cons of Brexit. I saw so much delusion from people who just didn’t have the understanding or background to the issues in order to have a fully formed opinion.

Instantly name calling as soon as people realise others have a different opinion to them.

People using the word ‘fascist’, when they mean ‘racist’. Don’t use words if you don’t know what they mean.

Endless screams of racism. Endless. So boring. Everything is racism these days. Even when it is racism, I don’t care about racism. It’s unpleasant and anti-social, but so are a lot of things. We don’t use measures of pleasantry to define our truths.

‘The car is out of fuel, we need to go to the station and fill the tank’.

‘You’re saying we should use gasoline?! It’s smelly. How unpleasant’.

Yes… but… it’s what cars need to move…’


‘OK, I’m sorry. I apologise. I’ll stop talking. Cars now magically don’t run on gasoline and we’ll just put water in the tank from now on’.

I care only about the truth. Is the argument correct, or not? ‘It’s racist’. So what? I asked ‘Is the argument CORRECT or not?’

People think the fascists are the people who voted for Brexit because if you voted for Brexit you are racist. These same people then take to the street to try to use intimidation and the power of the state to overturn a democratic vote and enforce their opinions onto others. The delusion is staggering. See this video by Paul Joseph Watson to see how fully deluded and misinformed people are. Calling the successful Brexit vote ‘fascism’, while taking to the street to protest in defense of the unelected, Marxist superstate.

That’s what you get when you put the Government in charge of education.

There are many resources out there now in order for one to educate oneself as to the truth of the world in which we live. I don’t mind someone having the opposing opinion to my own, I’d just prefer to hear argument based in reality rather than just the same old threats and name calling day in day out.

There are three books in particular that share similar principles and all seem to support and dovetail with each other. I’d like to recommend them and share them with you. Start from these three books and then move forwards on your own. In terms of understanding the political landscape, these are the books I just wish I would have read in my early 20s.

  • Henry Hazlitt’s ‘Economics In One Lesson’

Recommended to me by Krauser. This book won’t tell you what you didn’t already know. But like the Mystery Method, the arguments are presented in one place, chapter after chapter, each one referring back to the same universal underlying principals.

What it gives you? A basic understanding of how state solutions destroy wealth.

It’s not an argument that the state should or shouldn’t get involved in any given enterprise. It’s merely an explanation of how as far as solutions go, it’s an extremely inefficient and expensive one. So be well aware of this before you vote for state solutions.


  • Richard Dawkins’ ‘The Selfish Gene’

Recommended to me by Bodi. Again, the book won’t tell you necessarily things you didn’t know. It’s how it demonstrates time and again the underlying principles. Once you get the principles that drive the mechanics of economics and genetics… you can see the world through a more informed lens.

What it gives you? An understanding about how genes play such an important role in our behaviours, how it’s possible that not only physical attributes, but personality can be passed on genetically and how and why it happens.

It ties in beautifully with the Hazlitt book because the principles of genetics match the principles of economics. Nature is a free market. Genetics are the currency of the free market of nature.


  • Thomas Sowell’s ‘A Vision Of The Anointed’

I saw this mentioned by someone on a discussion thread on a social media post, so I bought it and read it. And I am glad I did. It beautifully ties into the Hazlitt and Dawkins’ books. The principals in this book compliment the other two.

What it gives you? An understanding about how the Government interjects itself in social progress in order to manipulate it for it’s own ends. With the knowledge gained from the previous two books you will know for yourself why this is needless, counter-productive and incredibly inefficient and expensive.

The three books link together beautifully in many ways, here’s ONE example.

Scenario: ‘If the Government don’t do something, the whole of the property market in London will be bought out by rich Arabs and Russians and nobody else will be able to afford to live there, businesses will then collapse as workers move away and the UK will turn into an economic wasteland’.

Hazlitt will explain how we can’t ever get to doomsday scenarios this because economic forces make it impossible; they drag the needle back to the middle.

Dawkins will explain how this works also in nature. Male hawks fight each other for females, the next generation more aggressive from the last. But we don’t need to worry. If left alone male hawks can never get too aggressive, they’ll actually get more timid. But don’t worry, they won’t get too timid, if start to get too timid, they’ll buck their ideas up and start to kick ass again. The needle always gets dragged back to the middle.

Sowell will then explain how the Government knows all this. But they see a chance to make money and sell us an urgent service that we just can’t do without and it’s OK, they’ll avert the disaster. Just as the needle rises, just before it starts to fall again, it will be announced that ‘male hawks are getting too damned aggressive’ or ‘too many rich people own too much property’. The doomsday scenario will be stated. People will demand ‘somebody’ does something to avert the disaster. There will be calls for Government intervention. The Government will apologise for their lack of action and in order to serve the will of the people they’ll set up a Government department to prevent the doomsday scenario – and charge us for this important service. Government departments will be set up.

Hazlitt will then explain the impact of the Government departments being set up.

Dawkins will then tell us about the Dodo.

Once you have grounded yourself with this information, you’ll see the monster which is eating our world and you will be able to decide for yourself its true name.

Approach Machine

I realize I haven’t written a blog post in a long while. I have been taken up with many other pursuits. In early June were the Stanley Cup finals, in which my team of the last 30 years competed to eventually win their fourth championship. I’ve seen them win all four. It meant a lot of late nights, staying up until 6am watching NHL GameCentre. Then I took JJ to Cyprus for a week, since she was taken with the idea of going to an aqua-park. Upon my return, the big thing in this last few weeks has been that I have had some medical admin to look after regarding my recent minor health condition. I may have to have a minor operation. I also spent some time with other musicians recording new songs.

If my health situation gets green lighted in the next week, then I think August will be my final week of freedom before I look for a new contract. I’ll probably go and spend the whole month somewhere, I know John Bodi is keen to do another jaunt.


A visit to the doctor may not be the worst use of my time.

But today I want to talk about a subject I thought about a lot on my recent trip to Warsaw with Bodi, Krauser and a student who came out.

I remember many years ago being wholly dejected after a spot of day game. I’ve no idea who I was with, I may have even been teaching on a boot. I recall it had been a long day trawling the streets of central London and there being not much to shoot at on the whole. I’d probably got a couple of so so numbers, certainly I don’t think any went anywhere. Then right at the end of the day, on Oxford Street, just outside the tube station, I saw a girl of tremendous beauty.

She looked like a movie star.

Or a news anchor, back when news anchors were hot. She was wearing a white blouse, a blue suit jacket, she had long blonde hair, she was smiling and laughing and having a conversation with three men. They were either getting into, or getting out of a large silver Mercedes.

The men were well built, designer stubble, nice clothes. Looked like the David Gandy type. These people had something going on, money, success.

She was the hottest girl of the day by far. I set off to approach her. I couldn’t stop myself. She’d be stand out in Europe, let alone Oxford Street. Then, halfway across the road I stopped. I just doubted there was much point. She was happy, surrounded by successful guys… was there much point. I dallied for a moment and then the group must have got into the car, because the decision was made for me and the opportunity was gone.

And for weeks I beat myself up about it. I would not let myself off the hook. What was the point of putting in the graft all day only to pull out at the last minute when the fish is near the bait?

Here’s what I thought at the time. Jimmy, you never know with a set. You just never know. It sounds like it’s an unlikely opportunity, but it’s not no opportunity. To quote the great Wayne Gretzky ‘You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take’. Let’s look at the situation.

  • She was involved in a wealthy set. This means she was more than likely very content with what was coming her way in life. An out of the blue street approach, while interesting, may well be lost in the blur of opportunity she experiences once I am gone.
  • She’s with three well put together men. That can go in my favour if I’m on form, it’s ballsy and to blow them out could be a home run. But there’s three potential pattern interrupts. There’s a fair chance one is a boyfriend and probably a certainty at least one of them wants to be.
  • The car. They’re likely just about to go somewhere. Am I going to get someone into the often necessary 10 minute conversation on a busy Oxford Street with a car (with a driver) waiting.

The answer is, ‘who knows?’ You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take and there is no real harm in shooting. So really, of course I should have done it.

But the fact I didn’t was no great crime. Certainly I shouldn’t have been beating myself up for weeks afterwards, ruing my stupidity.

There’s a lot to be said for being an opening machine. And in your early days it’s probably vital. But as you get better, I wonder if it becomes a hindrance. I don’t know, it was something we discussed while on our beat in Warsaw. I spend around two weeks with Nick and one with Bodi and the student and we all spoke about it.

Nick was very stingy with his energy. The Nick I knew of three years ago was usually 10 opens in by lunchtime. This time, he was more purposeful. He weighs girls up with his desire to open, the rarity of the opportunity and the likely return of the situation and against the energy required.

Which we all do of course. Would we wade into a hen party to talk to a 6? No. Would we do it for the girl of our dreams? Yes. Because the energy we’d have to expend and putting up with the drunken screeching would be worth it.

But what struck me was Nick’s peace with the sets he let go. He was fine with saying ‘I’m just not feeling it there’.  Then he would happily stroll on and simply carry on talking about how much he hates Lefties.

Each set takes a piece of energy from you, each sets affects your return, each set takes time. You have to be smart about it. To give a ridiculous example, I once spent 2 hours in set with a stunning Jewish girl in Manchester. Two hours standing talking in the Arndale Centre. Two hours. Obviously we had a great conversation. My wing got bored waiting and went home. The day was done. I got the number. She never replied to my text. She was Jewish. She likely doesn’t date outside her religion. I spent two hours on a path to nowhere. It was a great conversation and sure she fancied me in the moment, but the spend was maybe not worth the return.

My student gave me similar pause for thought. He was happy to open anything as long as it was pretty. But he liked a certain type. He was new to this and just wanted practice. He got numbers off pretty girls and just didn’t contact them, just because they weren’t his type. That’s a good attitude to have in lots of ways. The set only really meant something to him when he liked the girl and those were the ones he was keen to invest in.

Then there was Bodi, who did several great sets, but openly admitted to weaselling on several occasions.

There’s a distinction to be made between weaselling and being productive. You know in your heart which is which. Weaselling is fine, you allow yourself a few a day but you make amends for it by forcing yourself into a set soon after. Often it takes a disgraceful weasel in order to get the approach fires burning.

But once you have experience and skill under your belt, what I didn’t really know that day on Oxford Street, was that there’s a science in itself in choosing your sets wisely. Learning to quickly decide which sets have a higher rate of return and to maximize your output is not a new idea in day game. But day game is pleasant. Once the hard work of the first 1000 sets is out of the way, day game is a delight. It’s like fine wine or good food. It’s something you do for its own sake. The activity itself is fun. There is no better way to spend your time than drifting around in the sunshine in a European city, chuntering away to a good pal about hating Socialists and then gleefully picking off a few shiny apples as you go. But if you want to let a few drift by, be careful about dwelling too much on it. There’s always a set just around the corner. You’ll get a lot out of day game when it’s a huge pleasure and a big fun game.

At one point speaking to Bodi, he mentioned something about how he’d settle down one day. I asked him ‘how will you deal with the end of day game though’.

‘What do you mean?’ He asked.

‘Well, what are you going to do to cope with not being able to do this anymore, you’ll lose it all’.

‘Man, I hate this. I can’t wait to never have to do this again. This isn’t fun for me, it’s torture. It’s absolute torture. I always thought you lot were weird for actually enjoying it. I’ll find a girl, get out and never look back’.

It’s easy for me to be blase about this I suppose. I am 38, not really desperate to bed tonnes of women anymore, quite happy in a nice relationship with a good looking woman. It’s easy for me, in a position of contentment to say ‘oh lads, just have some fun, it’s all just a bit of a laugh’. I appreciate it may not be the case if you’re a 25 year old beta virgin burning with rage. This is just a view from a lazy old man’s perspective.

My next post is going to be a good one. The first 3 books I’d suggest reading in order to ground yourself intellectually. Also, I’ll get round to doing the pickup 101 pages.

For all those who have sent emails, I’ll get replying soon and we can sort things out.