Into Thin Air

Phew! Things are getting really hectic with another round of grant applications in the works. There are some good signs in the air regarding some previous applications, ie good scores, so fingers crossed these will translate into some funding. But it’s summer and I’m starting to feel weary. I really do need a vacation to re-charge the batteries. Exactly a year ago I managed to sneak off to the lovely island of Kauai (Hawaii) for a week and did this…





Unfortunately there’s no chance of time off this summer but maybe in the autumn...?

Oh, and for those of you concerned about my predilection for strapping myself into small machines and defy death, I have discussed the situation with my psychiatrist!

Management-speak

Yesterday I had to attend a management seminar of sorts. I’ve been to loads of these things over the past 20 years and they no longer hold my interest and I try to avoid them wherever possible. Unfortunately this one was compulsory so there was no escape.

The speaker, an affable fellow who had once played professional football for the Denver Broncos, adopted the manner of a motivational speaker. Sadly he quickly lapsed into 1980s management-speak. First he talked about “mind mapping” which is a bollocky way to describe planning a project. Then he’d said "you've got to be proactive instead of reactive” and by the time he uttered that hatefully meaningless phrase “think out of the box" on a least three occasions I was ready to strangle the bugger in front of the whole class. Fortunately he didn’t mention “paradigm shifts” or anything that was “mission critical” as these tired clichés would have ensured his immediate demise. Perhaps one reason he survived impaling and spit roasting (OK, OK, I’m exaggerating just a bit) was the surreal amusement from I obtained from two of my classmates’ names. Thus attending with me were "Earl Grey" and "Ravi Shankar". Seriously! It made me want to change my name to Brian Damage, Rheumatoid Arthritis or even Bigus Dickus. This can only happen in the USA!

The Colour of Success

A recent article in the World’s foremost science journal, Nature, has reported that colour is highly correlated with success in sport. Scientists at the University of Durham, U.K., found that wearing red gives contestants in competitive sports a distinct advantage.

Researchers saw the pattern in one-on-one combat events, such as boxing, taekwondo, Greco-Roman wrestling as well as football matches [some would argue that soccer is a combat sport]. They compared the fortunes of fight competitors dressed in red and blue. Those in red came out on top most of the time.

The researchers noted that red is a "sexually selected, testosterone-dependent signal of male quality in a variety of animals".

Now I’ve managed to reduce this post down to the basic elements of life, namely sex and violence. Needless to say the colour Mad Dog Rallying has selected for the team is, as you can see above, naturally, …RED! Yay!

It’s going be a class win at least for us on the Monte Carlo rally in 2006. Anyone disagree…? You looking at me..?

Congratulations!

The victorious University of Washington Huskies rowing team. Olivia is back row, extreme left.

Let’s hear it for the University of Washington ladies rowing team who won the Petite Final of the National Collegiate Athletic Association Regatta held in Ranch Cordova, California, recently beating Yale, Harvard and Princeton in the process. Why should I care, you ask? Because daughter Olivia, was part of the team, rowing as stroke. Well, done, girls –I’m proud of you.

Bet You Don’t Recognise This…

Capriolo 75 Aeromere in my Parents' driveway, Mayford, Surrey, c1967

Item Number 3 in the “Motorcycles I Have Known and (Sometimes) Loved” series… This machine was, unequivocally, one I loved. A very rare diminutive Italian Job and something I should have definitely hung onto. The story of my life. I’ll save you the suspense now as it’s highly improbable that you’ll ever name this little beast. It’s a Capriolo 75. That is to say a 75cc disc overhead cam four stroke motorbike made by the Italian Capriolo Company. I believe my bike was circa 1961. I bought it in 1967 for £15 after I’d disposed of the wretched BSA Bantam. The Capriolo Company made a range of gorgeous little motorcycles from 1947-1964. They were beautifully engineered and very good looking –a bit like miniature Ducatis. My little 75 sounded really beefy and had much better performance than its horrible BSA predecessor. More importantly it was faster than most of the Moddy Boys on their Lambrettas and Vespas and certainly handled infinitely better than any scooter. I put Castrol R racing oil in its tank and everywhere I went I was accompanied by that sweet smell that evokes images of motorsport. Great stuff! I passed my bike test on this little thing, thus becoming the first person in my 6th form class to hold full driving licences for both car and motorcycle and drove it around for a year in virtually trouble free circumstances. When I did do any maintenance I always used to marvel at how well made it was: the quality of the casting and machining was quite exquisite. I sold it eventually (for the same price I paid for it -for some reason I didn't seem to lose much money in those days) to buy something bigger, namely the Ariel Red Hunter (see here) that at the time I though was more manly. Oh dear, the folly of youth!

Denial is Not Just a River in Egypt

The Monkey Man Sounds out a New Word

David Noon at the Axis of Evel Knevel has already commented on Dubya’s press conference two days ago but I’ve got to add my own 5 cents worth. When someone challenged George about the Amnesty International report comparing the Guantanamo Bay detention centre to a Soviet-style gulag he had the following to say:

“I'm aware of the Amnesty International report, and it's absurd. It's an absurd allegation. The United States is a country that is -- promotes freedom around the world. When there's accusations made about certain actions by our people, they're fully investigated in a transparent way. It's just an absurd allegation.

In terms of the detainees, we've had thousands of people detained. We've investigated every single complaint against the detainees. It seemed like to me they based some of their decisions on the word of -- and the allegations -- by people who were held in detention, people who hate America, people that had been trained in some instances to disassemble -- that means not tell the truth. And so it was an absurd report. It just is...”

Several things occur to me following this statement.

First the sheer lying arrogance of the man. This blatant denial is just beyond the pale. Does he think Amnesty International comprises a bunch of left wing extremists with a political agenda? By definition it’s a strictly neutral organization of the highest integrity and this crude attempt to besmirch its name is quite despicable. OK, if he doesn’t like the conclusions of their report, he can always commission a fully independent body like the International Red Cross to carry out an investigation.

Second, I fail to understand why the population of the USA voted this semi-literate moron back into office. Disassemble, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, means "To come apart" or "To break up in random," as in "The unit disassembles easily" or "The spectators began to disassemble." What of course he meant to say was "dissemble," which means "To disguise or conceal behind a false appearance," "To make a false show of," "To feign," or "To disguise or conceal one's real nature, motives, or feelings behind a false appearance." His wife was once a librarian –you’d think she’d encourage him to read a bit and expand his vocabulary beyond the basic 700 words.

Third, and while we’re on the subject, let’s start pronouncing words correctly. If I hear him say “Nukuler” one more time I’m going to scream. It’s more irritating than that bloody crazy frog ringtone. And it’s not just George doing it, the whole Republican party seems to be on message; are they all obsequious sycophants and toadies? Surely his handlers can include a bit of basic elocution in their coaching? Either they are too scared to tell him or they are pandering cynically to class-stratification.

IKEA Purgatory

It’s Spring bank holiday in the UK and Memorial Day in the US. This holiday mood has caused me to recall one of the great traditions of these days, namely shopping. A few years ago, while I was still living in London, I found myself at a loose end on a bank holiday and decided I’d take a trip to (wait for it)… IKEA. Now before you think I’m even more deranged than that demented frog, you have to remember two things (1) as someone who doesn’t really hold with the notion of retail therapy, going shopping is a chore akin to taking out the rubbish and (2) I had always though that on UK bank Holidays the entire Nation decamped to Brighton or Bognor Regis. They certainly didn’t go shopping. Shows what I know.

So on a bright and sunny spring morning I set out to drive the 20 or so miles from my flat in South London to IKEA in Croydon with the idea of buying a TV stand. I should have known that anything to do with Croydon would be a bad idea. I duly arrived to find the car park choc a bloc full and half of SE England looking for somewhere to put their cars. After several frustrating circuits of a lot the size of Madagascar, I eventually found a spot about half a mile from the store and trudged into the entrance.

Now I should also explain that this was my first visit to one of these Swedish testaments to capitalism. Naively I thought I’d just go to the appropriate department, select my item, a flunky would deliver it to me, I’d pay for it and leave. Bloody hell, no. Probably everyone in the world knows by now that IKEA has a system in which the punters are channeled through the whole store, even if they just want to buy a teaspoon. Well on that day I think several million people were shuffling through the store’s one-way system. Children were running berserk using the place as an adventure playground while their parents screeched, “Wayne and Tracy, get down off that wardrobe you little bleeders or I’ll belt you”. The place was a modern day Tower of Babel. Or Dante’s inferno. After an eternity of shuffling I found the TV stand I was looking for, filled out the necessary piece of paper and went to the cash register. After the plastic transaction I was then in for another surprise. A company peon did not deliver my flatpack -I was invited to pick up my own merchandise from the warehouse. I duly located my telly stand and then nearly herniated myself in the process of dragging it off a shelf and hauling it to the car. This was no fun. Eventually I drove off with the flatpack sticking through the sunroof…

I’ll spare you the parts of the story about getting lost in Croydon (a form of purgatory in its own right), being stuck in a traffic jam, dragging the effing package up a flight of stairs through four different fire doors and moving around the furniture in the flat to accommodate my new purchase. What I will tell you is that when I duly opened the box I found that I’d got the wrong item. Instead of a tall slim TV stand I’d got the alternative model, a low squat number. Aarrgh! After a letting off a stream of good old-fashioned Anglo-Saxon I decided that regardless of slightly compromised aesthetics, I couldn’t bear going back to IKEA and I would keep the item. So I bolted it together and dragged it into the room where it was due to live. It didn’t look too bad. But then a final awful though occurred to me. Would it fit in the room with a sofa bed open? The fact is that it wouldn’t. The bed would not fully open by a margin of about 1 cm. Nothing could be moved or shortened. Neither could the room be reconfigured. By now I wanted to cry or blow something up. There was no option but to disassemble the poxy thing, stuff it back into it’s box (needless to say they never go back in) and schlep back to Croydon. What I’d intended to be a quick shopping trip turned into a whole wasted day.

I haven’t been back to IKEA since…

That Bloody Frog

In my mostly rather vain attempts to keep up with popular culture in the UK I’ve encountered numerous references to the “crazy frog” ringtone available for mobile phones. So yesterday, in a moment of idle curiosity, I Googled the damn thing.

I wish I hadn’t bothered. It’s the most egregious, annoying, piece of audiophonic excrescence I’ve ever heard. No wonder the lunatic asylums are full. I can just imagine that f***ing thing going off in a hot and crowded railway carriage. That sound would be enough to turn any poor sod who’s had a bad day into a homicidal maniac. Indeed it wouldn’t surprise me if it became a legal defence for inducing temporary insanity. If I had my way I’d re-introduce impaling and spit roasting as punishment for anyone installing it on their phone.

I noticed the company responsible for distributing the tone (no, I’m not going to encourage you and provide the URL) apparently makes it available in the USA. Heaven preserve us, America has enough to worry about right now without that bloody thing going off in every public space…!

P.S. Having just published this post, I note that John B at Shot by Both Sides has a like-minded view.

Friday Cat Blogging No. 2

Minim

For those of you musicians out there, Minim is twice as long as Crotchet (see post for Friday 20th May). Geddit?!

Mad Dog Rallying -Out of Hibernation

The Mad Dog Rallying Mini Cooper leads a Lancia Fulvia on the 2005 Monte Carlo Historique Rally

Of late I’ve been too distracted with work and host of other issues to give much thought to rallying. Even the blog has become somewhat more serious than usual and I hope all you Mini aficionados haven’t given up on me. So yesterday it occurred to me that we were nearly halfway through the year and it will soon be time to give very serious consideration to the 2006 Monte Carlo Historique rally. Indeed as far as sponsorship overtures are concerned it’s time to get going now. I duly cobbled together a budget that includes one full reconnaissance of the rally route by Bill Richards and me in December and TWO service vehicles on the event (one 4x4 for the service work per se and one spotter car to check out road conditions). Damn, it’s going to be expensive! But if we want to be contenders for a class win and an overall high position then there is no alternative. All the front runners are very well prepared and extremely serious. I duly emailed the figures to Bill. As yet I’ve had no reply from The Eccentric One; if I don’t hear from him within a couple of days I’ll give him a call.

I’ll keep you all posted as plans take shape…

Airline Food is not Food -It’s Official

A meal served on a PanAm flight in the 1960s. Unfortunately both the airline and meals like this are now a distant memory. Photo from Airline Meals.

Recently I was making a travel claim regarding a trip to Singapore to attend a conference. The administrator handling the claim asked me why I’d only claimed for three days food and subsistence when I was in fact six days away. I explained that I spent three days of the trip in an airplane and was provided with food during that time. The reply I received was that I could still claim for food and subsistence because the US State Department doesn’t count food on airplanes as meals! I now have new respect for the Federal Government in view of its enlightened position on this matter.

Outrage

Today I want to let off steam as I’m incensed by some of the events we have witnessed over the past week regarding prisoners of war. Consider the following:

• Following an article in Newsweek regarding prisoners at the Guantanamo Bay detention camp being subject to religious humiliation by flushing Koran(s) down a toilet, worldwide indignation erupted in riots in Afghanistan with at least 16 people being killed in the process.

• Newsweek, under intense pressure from the US Government, retracts its story although at no point says it did not occur.

• Several agencies, including the BBC and the International Red Cross agree that religious intimidation did occur at Guantanomo Bay.

• Specialist Sabrina Harman receives a 6 month prison sentence for her role in the Abu Ghraib prisoner abuse scandal.

• Photographs of Saddam Hussein in his underwear appear in the British tabloid, The Sun.

• The US Government is furious and says the publication of such photographs is in breach of the Geneva Convention.

• Previously the US Government has said that detainees at Guantanomo Bay, mostly suspected Taliban and al Quaeda fighters, are not subject to Geneva Convention treatment as neither of these parties were signatories of the Convention.

• Saddam Hussein says he will sue The Sun for the publication of his photographs.

• Following new revelations that two prisoners died in custody at the US Airforce base, in Bagram, Afghanistan, the pro-American President, Hamid Karzai, demands an explanation.

• US officials charge Mr. Karzai with failing to control the drug trade in his country.

Well there seems to be some pretty bad behaviour occurring on both sides of the fence although I couldn’t really care less about the outcome of the trial between the heinous Saddam Hussein and the egregious Sun. But I am outraged that a country that claims to be the leader of the free world considers it acceptable to detain individuals indefinitely, without trial or charge. I am outraged that the free press is bullied for political reasons. I am outraged that not only is torture not condemned but is considered acceptable by some members of the Government particularly Attorney General Alberto Gonzales. I am outraged that no senior government figure has resigned following the Abu Ghraib scandal and that the blame has been heaped on junior members of the armed forces. I am outraged that the US Government will brook no criticism of its policies and when justifiably criticized by ally, Hamid Karzai, unleashes its spin machine and accuses him of failing to control the opium trade in his country.


Poster from the Propaganda Remix Project via Larry Ayers.

Beatings, religious and sexual humiliation and other types of "aggressive interrogation" are all forms of torture and have no place in a civilized society. As far as I'm concerned torture by any name shouldn’t be a topic up for consideration by Western governments (or any governments for that matter) unless in a historical perspective. Not only is it barbaric but a totally ineffective means of eliciting information. Unless the US Government makes some major policy changes regarding the way it treats prisoners it will lose completely any moral high ground it had following the events of 9/11.

Star Wars Tedium

Am I the only person on the planet who can’t stand the Star Wars franchise? I hated it when I first saw it in 1977 and I hate it now. As far as I was concerned the original movie failed in the opening credits as the huge spaceship traversed the screen making a deep roaring noise. Now every schoolboy knows that in the vacuum of space there is no sound. So to suspend my disbelief I must not hear roaring outside the atmosphere and neither do I want explosions with flames etc. I wanted to dope slap everyone who said “But the special effects were great…”. They were implausible and the story was a crude cut and paste job from Lord of the Rings and just about any zen-martial-arts-samurai parable. To make matters worse we had a lot of hokey characters with even hokier names like Chewbacca, Jabba the Hut, that robot that was modeled on a P.G. Wodehouse character and Obi Wank Enobi (what on earth was Sir Alec Guinness thinking when he did that –he must have needed the money). And if that wasn’t enough, the “episodes” were delivered in random order with stupid titles like The Empire Goes on Strike and so forth. I always felt that Lucas was taking the piss. But somehow he created a cult as well as an obscene pile of money. I wouldn’t mind so much about this but since 1977 we’ve had to endure legions of twats running around with Darth Vader masks, capes and light sabres and reciting large chunks of the script from memory. Aargh!

Perhaps the only good thing to come from all this nonsense is a solar system sized pool of satirical material. The latest offering, Revenge of the Cyst, or something, has all sorts of interesting parallels with current world political situation and I note with glee that the wags are already tearing into it. Ha! Ha! Agitprop has some interesting observations here, and I thank him for the use of his graphic.

Now it’s time for my medication…

P.S. It seems I'm not alone; see here for kindred spirits.

Friday Cat Blogging

I'm taking a cue from David Noon here...

Crotchet

Yes the naughty creature has sneaked into the bed and ensured that I will need Beconase for the rest of my life in the process...

Niels-Henning Orsted-Pedersen

NHOP
Originally uploaded by wjwmorrow.

I've been a bit slow to report this sad news; there's been too much going on this month. The great bass player, Niels-Henning Orsted-Pedersen died in his native Copenhagen on 1st May at the much too young age of 58. He recorded prolifically and played with all the greats: saxophonists Ben Webster, Sonny Rollins, Stan Getz, Roland Kirk and Dexter Gordon; trumpeters Chet Baker and the pianist Bill Evans. From 1984 until 1987 he toured as a member of the Oscar Peterson trio. I saw him in London once in that period although I don't remember where, -the Capital Jazz Festival or Ronnie Scott's club perhaps. He will be mourned but not forgotten.

Jazzcat posts a full obituary.

Rover Mini Cooper J213 HML: Part 2

J213 HML, c2003, looking much more muscular than it was back in 1993.

OK, enough of the biohazardous Beeny: let’s get back to matters of substance. So there I was, back in 1993, driving around London in my sooper-dooper Mini Cooper S, thinking I was the dog’s bollocks. I then discovered that the Mini has an entire industry devoted to customization and I showered my little car with presents. Better wheels, sports suspension, twin fuel tanks, walnut dashboard, genuine Webasto fabric sun roof, extra spotlights and so on. Every month I would scan the pages of MiniWorld for new ideas and over a period of a few years the car got faster and sportier. I drove the length and breadth of the country at demon speed but I was still hankering after one more thing. Horsepower! The 1275cc “A” series lump was willing but certainly no firebreather. I talked to most of the engine tuners and I particularly liked the sound of Bill Richards. I took the car down to his facility in Ashford, Kent, and lo and behold I found myself agreeing to a 1380cc big bore conversion. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

The engine was duly rebuilt and converted to the classic twin carburettor format. Once run in the car was truly very quick. I saw 124mph on the M20 motorway, albeit with downhill with the wind behind me, and I once drove 271 miles from London to Durham in under 4 hours. Fantastic! However all this performance came at a price. I was constantly fettling the car. Something was always in need of adjustment and it developed lots of silly minor faults. The cam made the engine too lumpy for slow moving London driving and the radiator barely coped with the extra heat. I started to dread any kind of traffic jam and my eye was always riveted to the temperature gauge. I’d tried to turn the car into a modern GT cruiser and while I’d got tremendous performance, I hadn’t realized that to achieve this objective in a 40 year old design it is also necessary to do a lot of maintenance. Really I’d converted the Mini into something more like a Porsche –and it was no coincidence that that I’d convinced myself I needed something like a German autobahn cruiser. So reluctantly I sold J213 HML in January of 1998. I got a good price for it and it went to a good home. Nevertheless I felt teary about its departure. Somehow I’d sold an old friend. I think that Minis, despite their shortcomings, are the only cars that can get under your skin like this. I did indeed buy a Porsche but that’s a tale for another day….

So where does the story end? Well for four years I often thought about my little green friend. Then, in early 2002, a few months after my move to the USA, I was reading the classified ads in a copy of MiniWorld and noticed a familiar looking description “Rover Mini Cooper S, BRG, Bill Richards motor….” J 213 HML was up for sale! I emailed the owner the next day but the car had been sold and the trail was once again cold. But not for long. Within a month I was contacted by a gentleman by the name of Skip from Michigan, USA. Skip had purchased the car through a broker, had it converted to LHD and exported to America. I felt incredibly relieved to know that my former little companion was at least on the same continent and was living with an enthusiast. That was three years ago and Skip and I correspond regularly. All in all a happy ending I think. It’s nice when things work out like this…

New Links for Your Entertainment

Today I’m adding some links to a few new sites. These are permanent features of the right-hand sidebar. Since I’ve started blogging I’ve become aware of many great websites. I’ve also sifted through a great many dull, boring and plain silly offerings. So today I’m trying to offer some diversity. A large number of blogs have the same old links to sites that, in my opinion, are quite poor. I’m trying my best to avoid this problem here and I’ve been “auditioning” the new links posted here for some time in order to mimimize the chance that you will be sent off on a wild goose chase to some dreary outpost of the web; -having said that I must emphasize that the content of all sites, other than my own, is outside my control and if you are offended or find they didn’t meet your expectations don’t come whining back to me.

General Interest
Schpaa has a lot of hilarious movie clips and animated cartoons. Some are a bit off colour though so as I said above, please don’t come back to complain. Personally I recommend the film clips of “Why Arabs shouldn’t shoot guns” (#9), “Extreme Rally Crash” (#61) and "Zazoo Condoms" (#69).

Science News: The content is self-evident -all sorts of interesting news about scientific discoveries and breakthroughs.

Smoking Gun: This site is well known for its political exposés.


Arts and Entertainment
Now here's an eclectic mix:

Jazzcat: A great Jazz site.

I’ve posted two martial arts sites. They may not be your cup of tea but I’ve had a lifelong interest in this stuff and these two blogs are sincere, well-written and have lots of photos. Mingshi’s kendo blog is an attractive diary of a young martial artist living in the UK. I can relate more to iaido (sword drawing) than kendo but note that I still struggle with the same issues she does even after years of practice. Uchi Deshi describes the day-to-day life of a full time aikidoist in San Diego. Having trained for 5 years in this city myself (although not at the same dojo) this blog brings it all back to me. And, unlike Mingshi’s blog, I note the author is of similar age to me which makes it easier for me to empathise.

Mo’s Musings: Mo is the mirror image of me, geographically speaking. An American ex-pat living in England.

Larry Ayers: A gentle account of life in the country by a maker of stringed musical instruments and technology whizz. Nice photos of flowers and generally soothing. I just hope he doesn’t kill himself on his motorcycle.

Onionbag: Whimsical and humourous blog about life in South London. Lots of photos. My only criticism is that it paints too idyllic a picture. This is London without traffic congestion, Chavs, larger louts, Lewisham and dog poo.

Soapy Goldfish: A strange and funny site. It’s easier for you to read it than me to describe…

Mostly Political
The political sites are mostly American and somewhat left-leaning. I don’t know why but Brits seem more inclined to humour while the Yanks take their politics very seriously. So I offer the following:

Axis of Evel Knevel: Clever and funny! Some pictures. The author, David Noon, likes cats too.

Daily Kos: Superb news site with strong lefttward leanings. Professionally written.

Juan Cole: Informed comment by a Professor of History.

Lawyers Guns Money: Another semi-professional site. Entertaining and progressive.

Majikthise: Analytic philosophy and liberal politics from Lindsay Beyerstein. OK, she nicked the name from Hitchhikers Guide but she’s very good.

Shot by Both Sides: A British site, I think. Tagline, “He’s drunk, he’s mean, he works for the bad guys”. I don’t know who “He” is though.

Smirking Chimp: A very good site. Very professional. No prizes for guessing who provided the inspiration for the name.

Part 2 of the Green Mini story tomorrow, I promise...

John Smith Memorial Breakfast

Fox & Anchor
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Sorry, but you're all going to have to be patient regarding the second episode of my Rover Mini Cooper reminiscences. A pressing topic has struck me and it can't wait as will become evident. Oh and to you perverts readers who came here looking for pictures of Sarah Beeny and Kirstie Allsopp just scroll down to get your fancy tickled.

The reason for the urgency of this post is that today is John Smith Memorial day [see footnote]. Now before you say, "Oh no, not another bloody obituary", I must interject to make a few points. First of all this isn't really an obit, although it does commemorate a great man. Second there is a real obituary in the works for someone else but I haven't had an opportunity to lash it together yet as I've been too obsessed with other matters such as my site traffic and Sarah Beeny.

Here's the story. Eleven years ago today I'd decided that a bonding session would be good for the lab and that we should all go to breakfast. So it was on May 12th 1994 that I traipsed off with half a dozen other miscreants from the Dept. of Immunology at St. Bartholomew's Hospital Medical School to the Fox & Anchor pub in Smithfield for a bolus of cholesterol. Now the F&A really do make the best breakfast in London. The pub services the porters at the Smithfield meat market and was, at the time, open to serve alcohol at 7.00am in the morning. Now I understand that licensing laws have been reformed but a decade ago it was a big deal to legally buy beer for breakfast. I don't know whether the pub had access to especially fresh cuts of meat but the gargantuan plates of bacon, sausage and black pudding they served up were absolutely delicious (not to mention the eggs, mushrooms, baked beans and fried bread). Magic! Apparently they do a special seasonal beer known as "Old Growler" although I always missed the opportunity. Anyway on that fateful day we all rolled back to the lab in a pleasant cholesterol-induced torpor. I remember thinking that my arteries were hardening by the minute and I had no interest in eating more food that day. Truly heavy fuel.



We'd not been back at work for more than half an hour when some shocking news was announced on the radio. John Smith, the leader of the Labour opposition party (remember these were the days when John Major and the Tories ruled England's Green and Pleasant Land) had died suddenly of a heart attack, wait for it, in St. Bartholomew's Hospital!. What irony!! While we were working on inducing congestive heart failure, John Smith was actually dying of the same in our place of work. Poor man. He was, by all accounts an extremely pleasant person and of the highest integrity. I never read a bad word about him. Tony Blair, who could have learned a thing or two about ingenuousness from John Smith, then seized the reins of power and the rest is history.

And thereby a tradition started. Every year therafter on May 12th the lab held the John Smith Memorial Breakfast at the Fox & Anchor. Partly in jest and partly in honour of the man. It was a popular event with all manner of people from outside the Dept. inviting themselves along. Now, having not attended a JS memorial Breakfast for four years it occurs to me that we have nothing quite like it here in Seattle. Never mind; John Smith we will remember you although perhaps for the wrong reasons!


P.S. Oh, and before some smart Alec points out that today is May 13, I did actually write the post on the 12th.

Rover Mini Cooper J213 HML: Part 1

The author (left) with John Cooper and J213 HML in October 1993. Yours truly is sporting a very nice jacket and totally dire Reebok (box-fresh by the look of them) trainers. So California c1989, although I remember thinking at the time that this was the “Hampstead Intellectual” look…

Right, yesterday I promised you something more substantial. I thought I’d do another “nostalgia-automotive” piece. It’s quite a long story and will require two parts but anyway here goes. Recently I had some correspondence from a nice man who goes by the nickname “Skip”. Now I’ll get to Skip a bit more in just awhile but my dialog with him has prompted me to write this article.

Back in 1992, after spending 10 years in the New World I returned to a good job in London. My reasons for doing this were very typical of many ex-pats. I had an aged and infirm parent as well as a rosy view of England’s green and pleasant land. You know, warm beer, cricket and all that. Anyway no matter what the reality, back in 1992/3 I was inhabiting an outrageously expensive studio flat in Primrose Hill and feeling totally depressed by the Renault 19 I’d bought from a friend out of convenience on my arrival back on Albion’s shores. So I went searching for something a bit more satisfying and sporty but not too expensive and still practical for inner city driving.

Lo and behold the answer was sitting on the forecourt of a Rover dealership in Muswell Hill: a perky one-year-old Mini Cooper in British Racing Green with white bonnet stripes. I’d wanted a Cooper since my teenage years but the only Mini I’d owned was very rough 850cc around 1981-82 that seemed to live mostly in the workshop of local Finsbury Park mechanics, Costas and Sodos (yes, really). But the modernized Rover Cooper was another kettle of fish. The dealer convinced me that thanks to modern quality control methods the new cars didn’t rust and were totally reliable thanks to fuel injection, modern electronics blah, blah, blah (the lying bastard). I didn’t need much persuasion and the Renault was duly traded in and I drove off in the Mini grinning like an idiot.

The great charm of Minis is that they are smile-inducing. The handling is ultra responsive thanks to razor sharp steering, decent brakes and small size with a “wheel in each corner”. In other words you always know exactly where you are and feel in control. But I’d forgotten something quite critical. While living in the USA I’d got used to driving in a modern Mitsubishi turbocharged hothatch. The 1950s origin BMC “A” series motor in the Mini couldn’t hold a candle to the Japanese car in terms of performance despite its 1275cc motor and fuel injection. In addition the motor sounded like a set of spanners rattling in a biscuit tin when pushed hard. After a bit of pondering I decided to visit John Cooper Garages in Sussex. John Cooper had recently re-offered an “S” upgrade and let’s face it I’d ogled Cooper Esses since my teenage years and devotedly followed the rally exploits of Hopkirk, Aaltonen, Makkinen et al. So I quite willingly forked out for the S upgrade (hot cylinder head, hi-lift rockers, big exhaust) as well as a pair of sports seats, Koni shock absorbers and some shiny aluminium fittings that had the John Cooper insignia all over them. The car looked and sounded great, went a bit faster and certainly handled better. Definitely a cheery little beast so for awhile at least I was satisfied. But things change…

Come back to read about Part 2 of the story.

Stone the Crows -My Site Traffic has Doubled!

Today is just a quick note. Once again I blame pressure of work. But before I say anything else, if you arrived here looking for salacious pictures of female TV celebs just scroll down a bit although you may be disappointed with what you find...

To everyone else I should say that my experiment with site traffic has succeeded. The number of hits has doubled in the last three days. Amazing! And this is not due to my writing prowess on matters about theoconservative politics, camshaft profiles or other such erudite matters. Most of the visits are due to Google searches looking for pert property programme presenters. Indeed at one point yesterday Mad Dogs and Englishmen was the second listing on Google for the keyword string "Sarah Beeney Pictures". Note the subtle plug, I've got that name in again!

Actually I feel it's a bit of a cheap trick. And I'm not sure what I think of a lot of voyeuristic types pawing through these pages -look, just don't touch anything, OK!

I promise I’ll have something more substantial to say tomorrow.

Evolution

The Kansas State Board of Education wants to change the way evolution is taught in schools. It proposes that Darwinian evolution be described as a theory and that teachers give consideration to “Intelligent Design”: a movement that suggests that life could not have originated randomly and an intelligent mind or deity is the real architect of the universe.

While religious teachings are not permitted in publicly funded schools in the USA (the country is officially secular and there is, in principle, a separation between Church and State) it seems to me that Intelligent Design is nothing more than a tarted up version of Creationism.

The march of fundamentalist Christo-Facism in America is disturbing and these proceedings bear more than a passing resemblance to the 1925 Scopes trial in Dayton, Tennessee, where a high school science teacher was famously convicted of violating a state law forbidding the teaching of evolution.

In any case if Intelligent Design really is behind Life on Earth you’d think it would have come up with something better than the Kansas Board of Education.
QED!

A Cozy Relationship

Somehow I find this well-travelled photo of W cozying up to Crown Prince Abdullah of Saudi Arabia quite troubling. Perhaps it's because of the blatant grovelling going on. There seems to no limit to the hypocritical depths he will sink in order to secure the oil supply from and sell arms to a regime that is horribly repressive to women, conducts public beheadings and was home to the majority of the 9/11 hijackers. And what about the hand holding you ask? Well George is notoriously homophobic and you know what they say about that and repressed tendencies, don't you?

Suggestions for captions, anyone?

Site Traffic

The number of people visiting my site doubled yesterday although not for the reason I predicted in my previous post. The influx of visitors was not due to the reference to Sarah Beeny and Kirstie Allsopp (so much for that hypothesis) but because of a review on veteran blogger, Tim Worstall's site. Thanks Tim!

Top Totty: Sarah Beeny and Kirstie Allsopp (an Internet Traffic Experiment)

First of all I must apologise for The Sun-esque title of this piece. It’s not my style to be gratuitously lewd but you’ll catch my drift in a bit. Last month (see post for April 15) I made mention of changes in UK popular culture since I left for the USA nearly 4 years ago and specifically how certain people had since risen to prominence. Two individuals I mentioned were Sarah Beeny and Kirstie Allsopp. I had absolutely no idea who these women were except that incorrigible blogger, Scaryduck, keeps referring to them in a way that involves improbable fantasies with large quantities of baby oil (and I think he mentioned a melon on one occasion). Now it seems I am not the only one in the dark as several readers appear to be equally clueless but all I can say is that I’m getting an awful lot of hits from Google searches for this pair. And all because I casually mentioned their names! So I thought that this post would serve two purposes: (1) It would enlighten readers who have somehow missed out on the ascendance of two Brit TV celebs and (2) It’s a cheap way to increase my site traffic!

Thus let me explain, courtesy of Google, Amazon and IMDB.

Sarah Beeny

Ms Beeny, it seems, is the host of a couple of TV shows on Channel 4 (From House to Home and The Property Ladder) relating to, err, property. Now I have no critical insight into the quality of these shows or really of Ms Beeny herself. There are one or two photos on the web that suggest she is indeed pleasant on the eye and FunJunkie makes reference to her feminine charms in a marginally flattering way. I suspect she’s quite bright and has books published and available here. I can’t find her biography though so that’s about all I can say.

Kirstie Allsopp

Funnily enough this individual is also a Channel 4 presenter who knows a thing or two about real estate. What’s with that? –as they like to say over here. Well I’m not sure but it doesn’t seem to be a coincidence. The Channel 4 site lists several other posh looking uberbabe types who present property programmes. Other names salacious internet cruisers may want to check out include Naomi Cleaver, Melanie Cantor, Victoria Hollingsworth, Simone Bienne, Zilpah Hartley, Seetha Hallett (look, I’m not making these names up –just look for yourself) and Jasmin Harman. Oh, and I suppose I should mention that there are two or three male presenters but they all look like dreadful wide boys and are quite unremarkable. So back to Ms. Allsopp. She appears to be more than a bit sloaney. Her father is Lord Hindlip, the former chairman of Christie's. I’m not sure how bright she is (she left Bedale’s with just a handful of GCSEs) but supposedly she’s studied architecture and design quite extensively. The Guardian referred to her as a “dykon” (ghastly word) because of her penchant for high heels and a tendency to be bossy.

So there you are.

To those previously in the dark, I hope this helps. To you sleazoid net cruisers, sorry this wasn’t very exciting –and please don’t touch anything around here without first washing your hands.

This has certainly been an edifying process for me: I’m still trying figure out how Channel 4 can broadcast so many shows on houses. Maybe the British have turned into a nation of property speculators?

Now I’m going to sit back and see what happens to my site hit counter.

Swingometer

No proper post today. I've got quite a lot on my plate at work and my spare time will be taken up listening to Radio 4 feed and trying to find Peter Snow and his swingometer somewhere on the internet.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.

"Clapton is God (Bruce and Baker too)"

Royal Albert Hall, London, 2005

Cream’s reunion concerts being held at the Royal Albert Hall this week have been very well received to say the least. Reams of pretentious copy have already been filed about the reformation of the world’s first supergroup; -I suspect in many cases by hacks who grew up listening to Duran Duran and other such lightweight ninnies. OK, I’m sure that back in 1968 Messrs Clapton, Bruce and Baker would have had apoplexy if they had been told that The Daily Telegraph would be writing ecstatic reviews about their performances. But things change. The boys from the 60s are now in their 60s. And not in the best of health either. Ginger Baker has osteoarthritis and Jack Bruce has had a liver transplant (hmm, I can imagine what that’s all about). Mercifully all are now apparently free of addictions to dangerous injectable substances. However despite age and infirmity it seems they can still play their backsides off. I’ve seen each member of the band perform as part of a separate group but I never saw Cream as a functioning unit. One of my classmates at Guildford Tech went to see the farewell concert and the rest of us were insanely jealous. I’d love to see them now but I can’t afford two thousand quid for a ticket and I somehow doubt this reunion will last for very long (but I’m going to keep my fingers crossed).

Fillmore, San Francisco, 1967

Four decades ago (where have they gone?) these guys changed the sound of “amplified popular guitar music” in the space of two years. Pure genius. Tony (if you get back in tomorrow) take heed. A few more knighthoods are in order here.

A Blog with a Difference

An electronmicrograph of the Marburg virus taken by Dr. F.A. Murphy, University of California, Davis and featured on the National Health Museum site.

While most of the blogging community submits posts from fairly comfortable middle class surroundings, Zoe Young, couldn’t be more different. She works for Medecins Sans Frontieres in Angola where she is trying to contain the outbreak of Marburg virus. Her accounts of the disease and her attempts to control it are described in a series of reports on the BBC News site, here. This diary is simply extraordinary as is the heroism of Dr Young and her colleagues. It is very difficult for us to imagine the discomfort of working in a biohazard suit, in tropical conditions, with nothing but a bleach spray to prevent infection. Marburg is similar to its more notorious cousin, Ebola virus. There are no vaccines or effective drugs. Infection is invariably fatal. Dr Young’s posts are harrowing but serve as a reminder that we are fortunate, for the most part, to be spared from this savage side of nature. Do read it!

Ariel Red Hunter

Enough political ranting for awhile, -it's time to for automotive matters once more. Today's picture is of my Ariel Red Hunter of mid-50s vintage. I owned this lovely single cylinder 350cc bike around 1967-68. I paid quite a lot of money for it back then (for me at least). I seem to remember a sum of £25-30. It was a proper full size motorbike and in very respectable condition. The exhaust note had a delightful mellifluous "thud-thud-thud" that is exclusive to singles. Starting involved manipulating an ignition advance-retard lever and choke, easing the kickstart to get the piston a bit before top dead centre and then giving an almighty heave. If I got it wrong (not too often, thankfully) the motor would backfire and try to kick me over the handlebars. Manly stuff indeed!

I zoomed around on the Ariel for about 6 months. I no longer felt inferior (as I did with the hopeless BSA Bantam) when in the company of friends who owned bigger machines made by Triumph, BSA and AJS. Indeed I used to ride into the Guildford Tech car park feeling very cool. I felt less cool when I turned up on it at my school speech day. In a moment of adolescent pride (stupidity?) I had eschewed the offer of a lift from my parents, wishing to appear independent and a free spirit. Needless to say this was a big mistake as, somewhere along the eight mile journey, the clouds opened and I got drenched. I can remember very clearly trudging on stage to collect my O level certificates with damp trousers and sodden Hush Puppies. I certainly didn't impress the girls that day.

Ultimately the bike developed a bizarre fault. Something like clutch slip. I examined the clutch plates and they appeared fine as did the primary chain and sprocket. I couldn't diagnose the problem and put it down to something "expensive" like main gearbox bearings. Fixing such items was beyond my budget and I sold the bike for £15. In retrospect the Ariel was a classic piece of British engineering and I should have hung onto it. Oh well...

And the Tories Too...

You didn't think I'd let them escape, did you...?

Once again a nod to Beau Bo D'Or who has a wealth of brilliant material on his site.

Are You Smoking What We're Smoking?

I'm trying to be even handed on the satirical front...

The picture is from Blimpish via the excellent Guy Fawkes site.

Blair Rap

Take a look at this brilliant animation made by GBJab (inspired by JibJab Films).

Election 2005: A Perspective from Across the Pond

It seems that every British Blogger has something to say about the upcoming UK elections. I feel very much like a spectator. I can’t vote in the US (permanent residency doesn’t allow me this privilege even though I pay taxes; wars have been fought over this in the past but that’s really another story… grr!) and I was too late to register in England for a postal vote. Therefore I’m currently enjoying the status of a political eunuch.

Now that I’ve been out of Britain for nearly 4 years, my view of the politics there has become somewhat two-dimensional and I no longer feel I have my finger on the pulse of daily life. So I thought I would caricature the major (and some minor) parties based on my perspective from a Starbuck’s coffee shop 6000 miles away as well as offer some unsolicited advice.

Labour
Botox Blair seems to be struggling with credibility issues these days. Back in the heady days of 2001 when I departed for these shores, I was already so irked with his antics that I didn’t renew my Labour Party membership. Things seem to have got quite a bit worse since then. The Iraq War has been profoundly unpopular and even over here the moniker of “Bush’s poodle” is regularly thrown around. Now Tony seems to have been caught by Jeremy Paxman telling porkies about fingering (or not) the unfortunate microbiologist, David Kelly. Distorting science for political gain is a capital bloody crime in my book. If I had my way I’d bring back impaling for causing the unnecessary death of a principled and honourable man. But if I’m more objective, I see a litany of manifest failures in key areas for which I had high hopes when I voted Labour in 1997. Healthcare, education (secondary and tertiary) haven’t improved much, transport policy is still disastrous and crime of all types seems on the increase. Gordon Brown seems to be a pretty canny Chancellor but Blunkett, Straw and Prescott have been badly underperforming for one reason or another. Overall a big disappointment.

Advice: Tony, you will probably get back in for another term. That’s about as much as you deserve. Increase transparency, put less emphasis on spin, stop doing so much nannying, fix the NHS and for goodness sake get rid of that trio of obsequious, ineffectual twits Blunkett, Straw and Prescott.

Conservatives
Michael Howard is an old style Tory who is oilier than the Kuwaiti desert. And now he’s playing the race card. What a bunch of clueless dinosaurs! Creatively bankrupt and unelectable (I hope). Additional words fail me.

Advice: Bugger off back to Tonbridge Wells and try to modernize a bit. Get some intelligent, sane, women in the party too.

LibDems
Quite a decent bunch with that very unfit looking Ginger Bloke in charge. Their policies seem quite reasonable. Definitely now the most left-leaning party. A good option for a protest vote. Now getting close to critical mass and with any luck could replace the Tories as the Opposition Party.

Advice: Charles, for goodness sake stop smoking and drinking, try some salads and get down the gym.

UKIP
A new phenomenon and I’ve only read about. A right wing party trading on an anti-Europe platform. Got thrust into the limelight when they were joined by former Labour Party MP, Robert Kilroy-Silk who emerged as a closet racist and then buggered off to start his own party, Veritarse, or something. But what can be expected of someone with such a dodgy comb over and the appearance of a scoundrel? The whole UKIP business seems much more loony than Shirley Williams and the Gang of Four (remember them? -populist slogan: “keep politics out of politics”) who did something similar with the Social Democrats back in 1981.

Advice: Don't waste our time and your own.

Greens
Still in the “worthy but dull” category. A good protest vote.

Advice: Keep trying!

BNP
Hateful fascist losers now trying to look slightly more sophisticated (but not fooling anyone).

Advice: I don’t like to commit such uncouth sentiments to print…


Well that’s my 5 cents worth. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I’m off to the pub to avoid the hatemail.

Non Sequitur

I read on the BBC website that the Chairman of the US Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Richard Myers, said of the Iraqi insurgents who have waged a campaign of violence since the invasion by coalition forces in 2003:

"I think their capacity stays about the same. And where they are right now is where they were almost a year ago."

Between 50 and 60 attacks are carried out every day by the insurgents.

But then he went on to say:

"I think we're definitely winning - I think we've been winning for some time," he said.


Am I the only one that thinks there is something faulty with this logic...?

Talk Among Yourselves

Sorry for the paucity of posts over the past few days but I'm in a state of upheaval known as "job change". It's funny how moving just two miles across Seattle seems almost as bad as traversing the Atlantic. Things should be easier next week.

For those Mini Cooper anoraks out there, that great automotive publication, MiniWorld, has a feature (May issue) on the Cooper Car Co's assault on the Monte Carlo rally. There are some nice pictures including our disastrous collision with a mountain wall -I suppose I should be grateful for small mercies as the wall did prevent us from disappearing off into the thin Alpine air. On sale at newsagents everywhere in the UK as well as some enlightened newsstands in the USA and worldwide.

More soon...

Religious Fervour

Saint Antony of Pavoni
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Well religion seems to be the topic of the week. Or at least the psycho commercial aspects of it. Consider the following:

Last year some commercially-inclined genius managed to flog a ten year old toasted cheese sandwich claiming it resembled the face of the Virgin Mary. If I were the VM I'd sue for libel. Anyway she managed to get $28,000 for it indicating that either (i) there is one born every minute or (ii) I should review carefully my Sunday activities.

The auction of the domain name www.popebenedictxvi.com is now up to $2751.99.

Now, in Chicago people are flocking to a motorway off ramp to look at some kind of stain resembling the Virgin Mary. This theophillic hysteria is beyond me. Before some clever dick finds a way of hawking this piece of freeway furniture I'd like ask if anyone has heard of graffitti? Or watermarks?

I'd better get to work as I swear the accumulated paper on my desk is taking the shape of St. Antony (patron saint of Lost Articles). Offers anyone?

Peace!

Pope Opera -Continued: Marketing Opportunities

Just a short post today, pressure of work and all that.

I was going to comment again on the selection of Benedict XVI but SaneScientist has voiced precisely my own concerns eloquently and ascerbically.

Despite predicting, half in jest, in my previous post that relics of the Pope JP II would end up on eBay, I note that that there are already 402 items listed under "Pope Benedict". Some people will not pass up on a marketing opportunity. That's capitalism for you, I suppose.

In addition I found that the website domain name: "www.popebenedictxvi.com" is up for auction by someone in Canada. The starting bid is $100,000 and the Buy It Now price is $250,000. What chuztpah! Personally I'd think very carefully about the Swiss Guard and the Mafia before trying to pull a fast one on the Vatican. Remember what happened to "God's Banker" Roberto Calvi.

Peace!

Pontifications on the Pope Picking Process

I offer the following comments regarding the selection of the new Pope:

• It’s amazing how The Vatican, which is notoriously old fashioned, suddenly starts behaving like the CIA (i.e. organizing sweeps for electronic bugs, etc.) when it comes to maintaining secrecy regarding the selection of the new Pope. I doubt even reporters from The Sun will be able to penetrate this security screen.

• Why is it that Italy, an overwhelmingly Catholic country and home to The Vatican, has virtually the lowest birth rate in Europe? Not listening to Il Papa, eh? Naughty!

• Why is it that 78 year old Cardinal Ratzinger, an arch conservative and allegedly a former member of the Hitler Youth, a front runner for the candidacy?

• It’s odd that at this time, four individuals have suddenly been charged with the murder of Roberto Calvi, otherwise known as “God’s banker”, who was found hanged under Blackfriars’ Bridge, London, 20 years ago. It is believed that Signor Calvi was topped because of links between the Church and the Mafia. The timing of this announcement seems very suspicious.

• John Paul II’s ring and seal have supposedly been destroyed, ceremoniously. I can’t help thinking that it won’t be long before some wide boy is offering the broken bits on Ebay.

• Why is it that a geriatric, unmarried, abstinent (possibly virgin) male controls the sexual and reproductive health of a billion women worldwide?

If I’m found hanging from a structure in Seattle or I’m struck by lightning you’ll know I’ve overstepped the mark.

Peace!

Breaking News
The BBC News website has just announced that Cardinal Ratzinger will be the new Pope. Does the Catholic Church need an extreme conservative who will probably be a divisive figure at this time? For me this is depressing news. Worse for women worldwide. But then I'm not a catholic so what do I know?!

MG/Rover

I’ve been contemplating the demise of MG/Rover. The almost certain final curtain for the last volume produced British car manufacturer is very sad. Not only will two more great automotive marques be lost but possibly tens of thousands of jobs around the country will disappear causing misery and hardship. A sorry situation indeed. I can’t help feeling that if Rover hadn’t greedily sold its soul to BMW in 1994, burning bridges with long time ( and deep pocketed) partner, Honda, in the process, things would have been different. BMW treacherously asset stripped Rover and despite a valiant attempt by the Phoenix group to take control of the company in 2000, there was never enough capitalization to produce the necessary new models.

Rather than rant on about the pros and cons of Government bail outs, I’ll leave you with a photo of the lovely old Rover 100 owned by my Dad. It was a 1961 model and quite gorgeous. It had a classic English interior –all leather and polished wood. I tried to get my hands on it at every available opportunity and drove it in a highly undignified manner (sorry, Dad). Fortunately it was as tough as a tank and withstood the hooligan tendencies of young driver without mechanical complaint. The car was in the family for nearly 20 years and was ultimately sold by my Mother in the late 1980s to a young fellow working for the BBC.

They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.

Peace!

Oh to be in England

View from my old apartment balcony on St Saviour’s Dock, London, SE1

Of late I’ve been feeling wistful about the UK and London. I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ve been reading too many English blogs but the sentiment of Robert Browning’s poem has been tugging at me a bit recently. It’s hard to believe but it’s now been four years since I was stomping around the streets of Southwark, Docklands and Old London’s square mile. Nostalgia is a funny thing. It seems to come and go according to the season and is very situation dependent. In considering this emotion I’ve started to think about a couple of recent and rather brief trips back to the Old Country and how things have changed since I departed for these shores in the rosy optimistic glow of the New Millennium. Mostly I’m aware that despite reading the BBC News website everyday, I’ve completely lost touch with British popular culture. Consider the following of which I’ve read but have no first hand knowledge:

Slang
Chavs: a new word but an old concept. Bring back public flogging, I say (just joking -sort of).

Minging: a new word meaning rebarbative. I don’t think it is used by anyone over 25.

Personalities
Ant & Dec: I have vague memories that this pair might have been around before 2001 but they seem to have made the big time now. A couple of Geordie larger louts I’m told.

Kirstie Allsop and Sarah Beeney: Sacryduck keeps going on about these two. Allegedly they are hotties. Back in 2001 Carole Vorderman and Charlie Dimmock were the thinking man’s crumpet. Or, something. I have know idea about this latest pair though…

TV
The Office: This phenomenon has now crossed the Atlantic but I don’t have the required cable package to watch it and I’m not prepared to shell out $80 for a whole series on DVD. So I'm in the dark.

Dr Who: now back after a nearly two decade hiatus. I’m curious to know what the new Doctor is like. I’ve read he is a bona fide actor although for some reason handed in his notice before the credits finished rolling on the first episode. I expect it will take a couple of eons to get it on American telly.

Music
Top Ten: I haven’t a clue who might be appearing on TTTP (assuming it’s still running). My interest in popular music largely ended with Dire Straits, around 1982.

John Peel has gone which is unbelievably sad and leaves an unfillable void…

London
The Erotic Gherkin: I’m really curious to know how the London skyline has changed in four years.

Congestion Charges: Probably a good thing but I’d certainly be broke if I was still living in London.

Oh well, fings ain’t what they used to be, I suppose.

Peace!

UK Election 2005

SaneScientist drew my attention to this voting survey. The results below are based on my answers to the questionaire. I'm a little surprised at the conclusion as I used to be staunch supporter of Old Labour. So either I've drifted to the Right in my old age (doubtless, influenced by your environment, I hear you say)or the LibDems have become the Left Wing party. Heaven knows where that puts Tony et al. I sense that he's lost the plot. Please note that (i) these results do NOT represent my endorsement of the LibDem party and (ii) in any case I'm a political eunuch as I'm not an American citizen and can't vote in the US, -neither can I vote in th UK as I'm not registered there. More comments on the election will follow in due course.

Who should I vote for?

Your expected outcome:

Liberal Democrat

Your actual outcome:

Labour -40
Conservative -23
	Liberal Democrat 44
	UK Independence Party 9
	Green 39

You should vote: Liberal Democrat

The LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.

Take the test at Who Should You Vote For

Flat Left Over Brow

The nice people at SAMOA have linked the MD&E blog on their site which has recently undergone an very extensive makeover and is now quite impressive. I found on it this wonderful account of co-driving by the late, great Henry Liddon, Paddy Hopkirk’s navigator on the historic Monte victory of 1964. It tells the story of how BMC pioneered the use of pacenotes and is really an eye-opener. It’s quite hilarious too and has some nice cartoons. Highly recommended.

Peace!

A Distant Memory

A trio of Mini Coopers led by Bill Richards/John Morrow followed by Peter Collier/Paul Easter and Rob Stacey/Nicky West

Thoughts of rallying, harsh winter weather, mountain roads, Minis and the south of France seem distant memories now. However several developments have reminded me that I’ll have to start thinking about next year’s event fairly soon and I'll write a few posts on Mad Dog’s plans in the near future. In the meantime I have a number of pressing personal and work-related matters that must take precedence, so please bear with me. For those of you who have come to this site hoping for in-depth discussions about straight cut gear ratios and camshaft profiles, I’m sorry to disappoint for now. I’ve posted a nice photo taken on the Monte Carlo Historique earlier this year. For those of you who are new to this site and maybe having trouble finding the Omnibus Edition rally report, click here.

Peace!

The Royal Wedding

The unseemly display of schadenfreude that has accompanied the preparations for Charles and Camilla’s wedding has been remarkable. There doesn’t seem to be a great deal of respect left for the Royal Family in Great Britain these days and I suspect we are seeing the start of an inexorable march towards a Republic. Nevertheless I’d like to wish The Happy Couple well and am tempted to speculate that if they’d been allowed to marry 30 years ago not only would a lot of misery been avoided but the Royal Family might beheld in somewhat higher esteem. But because I’m predictably shallow, I can’t resist taking a final cheap shot and displaying the latest offering from Neil at Beau Bo d’Or who sent me, unsolicited, the above poster.

Peace!

It's Only Rock 'n Roll

It’s amazing what’s published on the net. A couple of years ago I stumbled across this wonderfully nostalgic site that is dedicated to music festivals held in Britain during the golden years of the 1960s and 70s. It’s run by an affable chap by the name of Dave who seems to be currently resident DownUnder and collects paraphernalia related to these great events with meticulous and loving devotion.

The very first rock concert I attended was the 8th National Jazz and Blues festival held at Kempton Park racecourse, Sunbury, in August of 1968. The lineup was incredible and on the day I attended included Spencer Davis, Traffic, Chicken Shack, Fairport Convention and Jethro Tull (who were making their first big performance and were brilliant). Also playing in a marquee was the late, great, Duster Bennett, Savoy Brown (and I’m 95% certain although he’s not listed on the programme, a young Reg Dwight before he transmogrified into Elton John) and others who were compered by John Peel. Overall it was a brilliant event and had a profound influence on my musical taste as can be judged by the number of CDs from the above artists in my collection. A poster from the festival adorned an interior wall of my Dad’s garage for years after and it’s replicated above.

Another festival I attended in that era was at Plumpton racecourse, Sussex, on the Whitsun (remember that?) Bank Holiday weekend of 1970. Hard to believe it was 35 years ago. There was another stellar line up but the highlight of the evening came when the power was turned off when Ginger Baker’s Airforce outstayed the organisers’ welcome at the end of the evening. The defiant, unamplified drum solo that followed was quite amazing and ended with Mr. Baker being carted off stage by security staff. A caricature of a rock musician if ever there was one.

I went to other festivals in the 70s: I remember Bob Dylan at Blackbushe Airport in 1978 and Led Zeppelin at Knebworth House circa 1978. But by then the magical musical era was over and I had developed a dislike of large crowds, exposure to bad weather, an aversion to being trampled on by drugged up idiots and most of all an absolute need for decent toilets. Sad to say but I had grown up and become middle class.

Peace!

First Car

This week has been far too sombre for my liking and it’s time to contemplate automotive matters again. I never intended this blog to become the obituary column that it seems to have done recently. Thus today’s post is an attempt to lighten the mood and return to my original themes of “motors, memories and molecular microbiology”. So for your viewing pleasure here is a photograph of my first ever car; a 1949 Morris 8, Series E. I bought this for £12 10s (that’s twelve pounds and ten shillings in old money and for those of you who are too young to remember there were 20 shillings in a pound). I’d passed my driving test the year before and was the first person in my class at school to do so –something that gave me minor hero status. Up until then I’d been getting around on various motorcycles including the wretched BSA Bantam. Now I’ll post more on motorbikes in due course but back in the winter of 1967 I thought it was time for some maturity and I duly purchased the car, borrowing £2. 10s from my Dad in the process and telling him it would be safer than a motorbike (to this day I have a bad conscience about the fact that I never paid him back: sorry Dad but I think the appropriate karma has been transferred in the form of my daughter who not only has never repaid me for anything but seems to have no conscience either!). So back to the car. HXM 737 and I were both 18 years old. It had a suicide doors, a three speed gearbox (as long as you held it in 2nd), the rear springs were attached to the chassis by shards of rusty metal, there were no seat belts and the tyres were “bald as a monkey’s arsehole” as a friend of mine put it in a refreshingly poetic manner. It really was a piece of junk. Totally unreliable, not at all economical (I used to get no more that 25mpg) and to boot the performance was useless –I remember one lunch hour I was showing off to my friends at Guildford Tech and I managed 55mph along the Guildford bypass, flat out, downhill and with the wind behind us. I was redeemed by the fact the silencer had a hole in it so the car sounded rortier than it really was.

As you can imagine, the poor vehicle didn’t last long. At some point in the winter of 1967/68, I was making my way to work on a Saturday morning. It had been snowing and I liked the way the car felt slippy underfoot. On the Mayford roundabout, just outside Woking, I managed to get the car sideways. Great, I thought, this is just like rallying: give it more gas. So with idiotic youthful exuberance I floored the accelerator. The car pirouetted in the road, hit the kerb and toppled over. I scrambled out: another car and a fellow riding a motorcycle (what was he thinking?) stopped and checked to see if I was ok. When they ascertained that I was uninjured the three of us tipped the car back on its wheels and I continued on my way. Actually I buzzed home first to hammer the driver’s side wing (fender) away from the wheels as it marginally more dented than my pride. I also had to “confess’ to my parents who for some reason didn’t seem that alarmed. Amazing really as I could have been killed. As I recall that was pretty much the end of HXM 737. The incident highlighted the fact that car was in unsafe condition and it was financially unfeasible to fix it up. A few weeks later it was unceremoniously towed to the council dump at Byfleet although to this day I wish I’d hung on to the registration number. Oh well…

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Saul Bellow: RIP

Oh dear, this really is too much. I've just read on the BBC that the author, Saul Bellow, has died at the ripe old age of 89. That's my second favourite American author to have passed away in just over a month (the first being Hunter S. Thompson). In the 70s and 80s I devoured, Humboldt's Gift, Seize the Day, Henderson the Rain King, Herzog and others with gusto. In terms of reading material, this was my "Jewish Period". Now I'm not even close to being Jewish (or Catholic for that matter) but I've felt guilty about one thing ot another my whole life and I identify with Jewish angst. Bellow's books were eloquent, refreshing and very funny. No wonder he won a Pulitzer and the Nobel prize. Saul, we will miss you and fortunately you've left a treasure trove of literature for us to study and take delight. I shall finish with a quotation that should be memorised by all young scientists starting out on their careers:

I discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, "To hell with you."

Precisely.

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Diana's Ghost

I know other bloggers (notably Zoe, Scaryduck and Vicus Scurra) have covered this already but being the predictable old plodder I am, I'm going to comment anyway. It seems that the Royal Wedding is being haunted by the ghost of Diana, and Charles at least is having an annus horribilis. Consider:

• First the Queen refuses to attend the wedding
• Then Prince Philip announces he can't come either because of trip to Germany
• The Great British Public is miffed because poor Camilla will legally become Queen unless a law is passed to the contrary
• Charles is caught on microphone slagging off the BBC's Nicholas "I sat on a lesbian" Witchell
• Now it seems Camilla will be Princess of Wales into the bargain (a bad April Fool's joke if ever there was one)
• The Wedding is postponed due to the death of Pope John Paul
• The wedding souvenirs industry goes into a tailspin because the date printed on the paraphernalia is out by one day
• Charles is repeatedly referred to as a "Horse Shagger" by mean spirited bloggers
• To top it all it seems the bloody wedding will now clash with the Grand National (there are too many horse references here for my liking) -I suppose Charles should be grateful it isn't the FA Cup Final but does anybody really care? At least a fortune in taxpayers money won't be spent filming the event in Windsor Registry Office.

What else can go wrong? The way things are going I would say quite a lot. Heaven knows, you couldn't make this stuff up. I suspect that Diana is laughing herself silly in the Great-Palace-in-the-Sky...

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P.S. Thanks again to the superb Beau Bo d'Or site for the poster.

Reflections

It’s Sunday and it seems an appropriate time to reflect on two deaths that were very much in the news this week.

The first was the unfortunate Terri Schiavo. This was the tragic case of an individual in a persistent vegetative state and caught in a bitter Right-to-Life vs. Right-to-Die legal war of attrition fought between her parents and husband respectively. The battle seemed to escalate into a massive display of polarized, political grandstanding. I won’t bore you by reiterating the details again; this has already been done by just about every news organization on the planet who subjected us to an interminable display of images that showed the Ms. Schiavo in the most humiliating circumstances. Now, even after her death the legal wrangling continues. Two aspects of this case seem remarkable:

First, the irony of the situation. The poor woman’s condition was brought on by a heart attack associated with bulimia. After being kept alive by means of a feeding tube for 15 years she was ultimately starved to death when it was removed. Second, it seems to me that the views propagated by the various protagonists each claiming the moral high ground are secondary to a more fundamental and humane principal: what Ms Schiavo and others in a similarly afflicted state should be afforded is the Right-to-Dignity.

The Pope’s passing yesterday took no one by surprise and following the details of his clinical condition became almost macabre voyeurism. By the time of his passing we were all fully acquainted with the status of his Parkinson’s disease, intubation and urinary tract infection. Oh, and his feeding tube. Anyway he is now at peace after considerable suffering. As a lapsed protestant agnostic with Buddhist tendencies I cannot overly mourn his passing. He was doubtless charismatic and travelled tirelessly to propagate the mission of the Catholic church. While I applaud his efforts to promote world peace, I can’t agree with his views on sexual morality. Theologically he was an arch-conservative and his refusal to condone condom usage has been a huge impediment in the fight against AIDS. The Roman Catholic church is reeling from scandals regarding closet paedophiles and has deep divisions regarding the role of women. In my not so humble opinion it seems high time for some progressive thinking and actions. There are supposedly half a billion women worldwide who follow Catholicism and it seems only logical that their sexual and reproductive health should not be dictated by a geriatric white male abstinent (I hesitate to say “virgin”). I wonder what odds Ladbrokes is giving on the election of a female Pope…?

And in any circumstances, feeding tubes, whether inserted or removed, are A BAD THING!

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Mad Max

I came across this optional extra a few years ago. Apparently Police in Oulu, Finland, dreamed up this idea after being given the run around by boy racers and aspiring rally drivers once too often. It's a deployable harpoon that can be fitted to police cars. The idea is that in a chase, the telescopic "carpoon" as it's known, can be swung out and fired into the rear of the fleeing vehicle. It looks like something straight out of a Mad Max movie. Barbs in the device ensure that the cars remain connected: the concept is a bit like a solid towbar but in reverse. The police car then slows to a halt, forcing the errant vehicle to slow with it. Apparently tear gas can be pumped into the criminal car if necessary.

Now I can see a few problems with the thing, like what happens if there is a hostage in the boot/trunk? Or what if the criminal has a more powerful car than the police car. Some amusing scenarios can be envisaged. I suspect the Carpoon never gained widespread acceptance. A pity. I wouldn't mind one for myself. I have a nice little fantasy about what I'll do to the next little git in a VW Jetta who cuts me up... (laughs maniacally)

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