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Video still from National Geographic documentary

National Geographic television interview in 2010


I am a hang glider pilot, photographer, and amateur philosopher.

My profession is software engineering. My last job was leading a team of technical authors tasked with writing online help for automotive software.


Under fire

After we moved from north London, where my dad lived, to the central south coast of England, where my grandparents (on my mother’s side) had retired, at eight years old I was surrounded by fir trees, sandstone ridges and quarries, and disused air raid shelters – instead of (or rather, as well as) streets of houses and shops.

Crossing a plateau of waist-deep heather on a lower slope of a nearby hill in about 1965 with my brother and school friends one day, we were surrounded by buzzing and several thwacks – then the staccato of what sounded like automatic fire. (It was rifle and/or pistol fire by several shooters simultaneously, which the mind seems to perceive as automatic fire, likely from watching too many war films on television.) We lit out of there and they moved the firing range to a safer location soon after. To this day (2018) the cool still air of summer mornings carries the sound to us from that (safer) outdoor firing range.

Everard in 1973

Me in 1973

While I believe I still hold a rifle accuracy record from sixth form college (all the bullets from the magazine went through the same ragged hole in the target – which I still have) shooting was not really my thing. Riding bikes off-road and, starting in 1974 at age 18, hang gliding became the main activities that defined my life up to the turn of the century.

Everard in 1983

Me in 1983

Everard just back from Spain in 1993

Me just back from Spain in 1993


I carried on hang gliding and mountain-biking but, in October 2000, Rebecca arrived in a wooden crate from California, initiating what was for me a new life surrounded by silicone rubber women.

Rebecca Realdoll in 2010

Rebecca in 2010

In 2018, the full realisation that dolls are not enough hit me with such force as to qualify as a crisis. As of this writing, it is unresolved.


The future of humankind

In provincial Britain during the 1960s, heavily-built types were assumed to be mentally dim. The occasional exception, like the science prodigy at our school who was a big lad wearing spectacles, paradoxically seemed to reinforce the stereotype, as did the one girl in our physics class who challenged the assumption that girls’ minds are ill-equipped for reasoning.

The discarding of those prejudices has undoubtedly improved society. However, there is a down-side. Now the pendulum has swung the other way and men are supposed to be ‘hunky’ rather than slim and have ‘social skills’ instead of intelligence of the technical kind.

The goalposts have been moved. (Who moved them?) Is it a side-effect of democracy? How do we correct it?

It is imperative that we fix this problem. Although humans are uniquely cultural among living things, we are nevertheless primarily genetic beings. Women who select gangsters and businessmen (or other dodgy geezers with ‘social capital’) as the fathers of their offspring cannot expect the panacea of education to stand in for technical intelligence. Neither should they expect artificial aids (automatically focusing spectacles, varipulse pacemakers, multiple heart bypass valves, and mobile phones that are more intelligent than they are…) to turn their sons into the proverbial brave men worthy of beautiful women living in sunny uplands. The genetic quality of humanity is at stake.

To be clear, I have failed in life not because of external causes, but because I failed to measure up. Nonetheless, I have yet to hear an argument that assuages my fears for the future of humankind.

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5 Responses to About the author

  1. Fly with hanglider is also my pasiion.My name is Luca, I like your story about your flight and I am happy that in England there are people like you. I fly in italy where there are a lot of mountain and it is very simple to reach a good place to fly and you show me more passion than a lot of people to fly and write about flight. I hope to fly with you and could you send me some gps coordinates for the place where you fly?

    Have fun
    Luca Silvestri

    • I don’t have a GPS, but the info is available in the club sites guide. We do not have many hang glider pilots in Britain now (lots of paragliders though). Visitors are always welcome.

  2. proamatrice says:

    Hello Everard,it’s not easy to read about you, my English is not enough trained:/
    I’m a computer scientist, too. What does your job consist in, more precisely?
    If your socialisation level is not in a bad moon at the moment, you could even answer me:)
    PS. Why do you let tv to violate your privacy?
    Best wishes L.

    • I write and edit documentation for complex computer systems.

      I do not really have a concept of privacy. I live in a society where deviousness and dishonesty are the norm. The main defense against it becoming like an African corrupt state is its free press. People who hold privacy as a high value have something to hide. If we are to evolve into the proverbial race of brave men and beautiful women living in equally proverbial sunny uplands, we must leave those people behind.

      • proamatrice says:

        So you like to let Google and Facebook, under the false pretenses of the “completely free”, collect billions of data about you? They don’t care whether you have something to hide or not, they want to earn money with the information you provide.
        Could you link me some pages where I can read something more in detail about your work? Which kind of complex systems you deal with? I work in an environment in which documentation is the evil for productivity! Even if I don’t agree this idea of documentation in general..

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