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Hotmail Login error fix

30 May

A word of warning/advice to those finding they are having certification issues logging into what used to be Hotmail.

An error occurred during a connection to Invalid OCSP signing certificate in OCSP response. Error code: SEC_ERROR_OCSP_INVALID_SIGNING_CERT

That error, as above.

I found that as soon as I removed the old Hotmail URL & used the Outlook one, that problem went right away.

So if you are getting that problem, Google the Outlook URL, login and bookmark that. You should have no more certification issues.

Hotmail as an entity went bye bye a while back, replaced by Outlook. It’s probably why this happened, Microsoft simply stopped updating the settings for it.

Hope this helps, it fixed it for me.

An Update!

30 Jan

First things first, an apology. Sorry for neglecting the blog. Normally I’d check in more often than this but various things have kept me distracted.

Righty, on with the actual update.

There’s no New Years Resolution this year. I am going to be doing a few things, but they aren’t solid, date based or goal based things so I’m not classing them as actual resolutions.

Submitting More Stories.
I’ve set a new routine around submissions now, if you follow me on twitter@RayDaleyWriter then you’ll already know that whenever I receive a rejection I have decided that I will submit a story to a new market within 24 hours of receiving that rejection.

I also want to try and submit at least 1 or 2 stories per month, to get more stuff out there in the world. I know it’s sort of the scatter gun approach to submissions but something’s got to be taken eventually. I’m hoping more subs equals more chances of making a sale. And not more chances of getting rejected.

Write On A Regular Basis.
One of my twitter friends said her resolution was to write 1 story a month, each month. Admittedly, I’ve already gone way beyond this in the past with a story each week for a year. But as I’m not always in the right mindset to write, 1 a month sounds more than possible for me. I’ve already completed 9 stories. So that’s me up to September already.

Read More.
To be a good writer, Stephen King (amongst others) says you should read a lot. That’s not a massive problem for me.

Summing up.
Currrently there are 7 stories out in submission. One is in the process of being withdrawn as it has been with that market for 2yrs with no progress so they are officially getting shitlisted once I’ve had it confirmed they’ve withdrawn it.

And now you’re all caught up again.

Hunting With The Robotic Lions’ Pride (Flash Fiction)

7 Aug

Hunting With The Robotic Lions' Pride

“We’re fighting Lions today? You DON’T say? You see this bit of paper? Oh, you can’t read? Well it says I’m too ill to go into combat today. Yeah, sorry about that. You all have a LOVELY time! Love you, miss you, bye now!”

(waits until they’re out of earshot)

“Hope you DIE SOON!”

(looks around)

“I guess there’s about to be a whole lot of widows, needing to be comforted? And just me to do it. It’s a dirty job, but I think I can manage.”

A Saint Patricks day story!

17 Mar

So everyone thinks they know the story of how St Patrick drove the snakes out of Ireland.

This is completely untrue. Cars hadn’t been invented then. He tried to send them harshly worded letters but eventually realised snakes can’t read. So he just grabbed a massive great stick and swung it like crazy until all those snakes got the heck out of Ireland.
And this is why England now has snakes.
Thanks, Saint Patrick!
Happy Saint Patricks day.

An announcement.

16 Mar

I’ve redacted this status many times. But I’ve now reached the point in my life where I genuinely don’t care what people think any more. Your reaction is either “So what, big deal” or anything else.

So I am outing myself.

To save you “accidently” stumbling across it on Reddit then feeling the need to inform the rest of the world. Or noticing I am now a member of a LGBT writing group here on Facebook.

Yes, I am a transvestite. Crossdresser. Whatever.
Or was.
I retired “her” a long time ago.

If you didn’t know by now it’s either because I didn’t think I COULD tell you or I didn’t WANT to tell you.

I am no different today than I was yesterday.
You are just slightly better informed about me.

You now belong to one of two groups.

GROUP 1 – You already knew, I told you. Or EJ did & I confirmed it.
GROUP 2 – You are just finding this out now.

Things you need to know.

A definition:- I am a straight man who likes dressing as a woman. Or I used like dressing that way.
I am NOT gay! I love girls. So much so, I occasionally was one.
Yes, my mum did know. Yes, I did ask her not to say anything.
(I assume my siblings had their suspicions). Prior to this post only one of them knew, who I asked to say nothing.
Yes, I am slightly schizophrenic. She is not me, I am not her. We share the body and brain.
Yes, I HAVE met Eddie Izzard. (Once only, coming out of the ladies loos in the Way Out Wine Bar, a tranny club in London.)

I was a professional model! As a girl! I appeared on billboards & in magazines!
I worked in Madame Jojo’s (the club featured in “Kinky Boots”) for a VERY short time. Yes it paid quite well. Yes I spent every penny.
I dressed for a lot of my whole RAF career, at High Wycombe. They never caught me. (Well Cpl Andy Hitt ALMOST did, I am sorry I lied to you!)
I was once offered a part in the Annie Lennox “Little Bird” video. (I had to turn it down, I have regretted this every day since.)
This is why I keep posting the link to it. Now you know.
No, I can’t tell you which “Annie” I was going to be. I narrowed it down to two.
I will not take your wife/girlfriend/female partner shopping. (Unless it’s LJ; in which case been there, done that)
Number of RAF people who knew (at the time), 5. 2 MOD civvies after the fact. (You are now trying to work out if you are one of those 5, aren’t you!)
Yes, you can ask me stuff. I reserve the right to answer what I want.
Yes that is me on the front cover in the picture (outside the Winter Gardens in Milton Keynes), yes I was still in the RAF when this was published. No, it’s not my best picture.

Yes, they did sell this in High Wycombe. I saw it in several news agents. Yes, I was laughing my arse off the entire time.

I have been and still am Ray Daley, formerly SAC R. P. Daley and sometimes that bird I refer to as Racheal.
It’s a crapload of identities to fit into one brain.

I offer no reasons other than this, a thought I lived with for 4 years.
“I wanted to be myself. I had no idea who that was.”

I still don’t.

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A message to former USAF Captain Scott O’Grady

6 Mar
Dear former USAF Captain Scott O’Grady,
You don’t know me sir, but you should.
Because I’m one of the reasons why you are alive today.
My part in your dramatised story “Behind Enemy Lines” was completely glossed over, I was painted out of the Hollywood version of your escape to freedom.
Here’s the real version.
It was a night shift in the OMDC like any other. The WRAF Cpl wasn’t having a nice night, so me being the nice man I was, I told her to go back to the block and get some sleep. So I was in the room on my own, with nothing but late night TV for company.
And then I heard it. A telephone ringing next door in Ops Co-ord.
Be grateful that adjoining door remained unlocked. Be grateful the Air Ops officers had seen sense to teach me how to use that STU II fax machine. Be grateful that MOD had seen its way to give me clearance to receive material on it.
So I locked the OMDC door and went and answered that phone at 3am. The operator on the other end only had a limited range on his field phone, that’d he’d somehow patched into a secure fax machine. And I was the limit of his range.
“Can you pass this through to US channels?” he asked me.
“Sure can, my friend.” I told him. It was done as a favour, from one Air Force brother to another. It didn’t matter that we didn’t serve in the same Air Force. He was in a spot, and I was able to help him. And so he passed that material to me.
Those were the images I recognised many years later when I was sitting in that cinema with EJ.
Because I was the one who passed those images of the troops between you and safety to the USAF NATO desk Sgt 5 hours later, after I should have knocked off and gone to bed.
I helped guide you back to your ride home.
I helped save your life sir.
I’m not looking for thanks, or recognition.
I just want you to know who I am, and what part I took in your escape to freedom.
I am former Senior Aircraftman Daley, Royal Air Force.
And I helped save your life as a favour.
You don’t owe me anything in return. Just know I exist.

Remembering Terry Knight

30 Jan

You won’t know his name unless you trained at RAF Hereford or RAF Halton in the Secretarial Training Wing. Terry trained umpteen admin bods.  And I wasn’t even one of them. I knew him by reputation alone. So I wrote these memories I had of him.


I was about to write something but I just learnt that Terry Knight passed away. I’m sure a huge amount of the Sec Trg folks here knew him, or knew someone who trained under him. For my own experience, Terry was a chap who inspired fear & awe in equal measures to the boys I was living with in 1990.

I never personally had him as a trainer but those who did said he was both fair & scary. We almost didn’t want to meet him walking down the corridors in Sec Trg because his reputation went before him. I recall Terry being one of the people who let me leave RAF Hereford without properly passing my P&A/Pers Admin course. I REALLY should have been recoursed, at least a fortnight.

Yet, I was sent to my unit. I won’t say I thrived, nor did I die on my arse. I was given a war role, taught it from the ground up, and learnt that job 7 ways from Wednesday until I was literally doing it in my sleep during our 15 hr nightshifts.

Come 1994 and RAF Hereford was close to closing, I was sent off to do my SAMA course. Day 1, walking those old familiar corridors and who did I see coming the other way? None other than the feared one himself, Mister Knight. Who met me with a cheery grin when I said “Hello Terry, I bet you didn’t ever expect to see ME back here again?”

Bless his heart, the man I’d built up in my head to be so scary was GENUINELY pleased to not only see me but to learn I was happy at my unit. He even remembered me! He must have had hundreds of us go past him but he knew who I was!

Terry was a real old school type. I never knew until I came onto Facebook that he’d served himself too. Not only served but was there at the Christmas Island nuclear tests. Suffice to say, he massively rose in my appreciation of him after that.

Heaven better be on their guard, is all I can say. He’ll be checking for shiny shoes and haircuts.

Rest In Peace Terry. You’ve done a man’s job sir.
The RAF is lesser without you.