States

It's like having a twin. The Other Trevor is following in my footsteps, he's now living in Spain, working at property management. I did that once. Hopefully he'll not make the same mistake as me, and come back to Blighty.

Interesting concept: the nation state. I'm not sure how much longer it will last. It's likely that real power will shift towards China over the foreseeable future. Although I published a book a few years ago, one based on the Mayan calendar, which has been running for over 28,000 years. It's full cycle comes to an end soon - not sure if it's 2008 or 2012. The latter would tune in well with the Olympics in London.

The Mayans suggested we would then turn into another life-force, an altered state that no longer required a body. So, prepare to vaporise.

When I last looked at the voter's register there were 26 Trevor Lockwood's registered in the United Kingdom. One lives in the village, Bramford, where my own family were living 200 years ago. We may be related, but will he pay my bills?

We may all be linked as Lockwood, meaning an enclosed wood, is still in Yorkshire. It's now part of Huddersfield. Sherrif Hudder was upset when John Lockwood ran off with his daughter. He chased him for over a year, finally catching up with him. John put up a good fight, killing off most of the posse (yes, they are not an American invention). He was drawing back his bow to finish off Hudder when his beloved mistress cut the bow-string (family ties are stronger than bow-strings).

John picked up his baby, preparing to flee. Hudder shot an arrow that passed through child and man, killing both.

So, none of the known Trevor Lockwood's are direct descendants of poor John of Lockwoode, killed 1215 by Sherrif Hudder, who turned his pasture into a field that took his name (boo hiss).