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I’m a controversialist and catalyst, quietly enabling others to develop by providing different ideas and views of the world. Born in London in the early 1950s and initially trained as a research chemist I retired as a senior project manager after 35 years in the IT industry. Retirement is about community give-back and finding some equilibrium. Founder and Honorary Secretary of the Anthony Powell Society. Chairman of my GP's patient group.

Oddity of the Week: Edo Farting

This week we return to juvenile humour [which may be NSFW].
There’s a curious scroll of images from Edo period Japan (1603-1868) of he-gassen, or a “farting competition”. The images show men and women happily expelling their gasses at cats, horses and even at each other. Apparently no one is safe!


According to the website Naruhodo “similar drawings were used to ridicule westerners towards the end of the Edo period, with images depicting the westerners blown away by Japanese farts”.
There is more over at Dangerous Minds, and you can find images of the whole scroll at the Waseda University Library.

More Alcohol, Less Puritan

As a follow-up to my post of a couple of days ago on the new government guidelines on consumption of alcohol, the report is taken limb from limb by Christopher Snowdon over at Velvet Glove, Iron Fist in three posts: The Chief Medical Officer is misleading the public, Twists of the Ratchet (where he picks up the comparison with tobacco, which I made earlier) and today in More on those alcohol guidelines. They’re worth a read.

The End of an Era

RIP Harry the Cat
gone to join the great rat-hunt in the sky

Cat Fish Roast
This photo from 2005 when he was in his prime; larger views on Flickr

Off to vet this morning for a scheduled thyroid op, but the vet did an x-ray and found a cancerous lump in Harry’s chest. Not unexpected especially as the valiant old boy was 18, he’d been losing a lot of weight and was generally on a downward curve with deteriorating quality of life.
Definitely the end of an era, especially as today I become a state registered geriatric.

Weekly Photograph

Almost all my phalaenopsis orchids are in flower at the moment. This is just one of the more stunning, taken a couple of days ago in natural daylight.

Orchid
Orchid
Greenford; January 2016
Click the image for larger views on Flickr

When I'm Sixty-Four + 1

65Today is one of those things that happens just once in a lifetime; a veritable Red Letter Day.
Today is Old Farts Day.
Because today is the day I officially become a fully paid up state-registered geriatric, having reached the exalted age of 65 years.
No, I don’t know how it’s happened, especially when my head still tells me I’m no more than 30, but my body thinks it’s 197?
I guess reality must be some variant of “split the difference”.
Of course I’m still as imperfect and useless as I always was, but the older I get the less I actually care.

Ten Things

As this time last year, this month’s “ten things” list is suitably topical.
Regular readers will recall that I don’t do new year resolutions. In general, especially the way we do them, I think new year resolutions just set you up to fail: we always try to eat the elephant in one go. I’m going to go to the gym every day is unrealistic; but going once or twice a week (which would be a good start) is perhaps achievable. And so on.
I also don’t believe in mortification of the flesh and making myself do things which I don’t enjoy. We’re always told to do things like yoga, listen to music, or drink tea as great stress busters — they’re fine if they work for you and you enjoy them. But there is one much, much better way to manage your stress: If you don’t enjoy it, don’t do it. And that applies, in triplicate, to new year resolutions!
Nevertheless here is a list of 10 things I am going to try to do in 2016, in no special order:

  1. Keep breathing
  2. Go somewhere/do something I’ve not done before
  3. Be drawn/painted/photographed nude by someone other than family
  4. Visit the Horniman Museum
  5. Try to visit these four exhibitions:
    Samuel Pepys: Plague, Fire, Revolution (National Maritime Museum)
    Alexander Calder: Performing Sculpture (Tate Modern)
    Scholar, Courtier, Magician: The Lost Library of John Dee (RCP)
    Bagpuss, Noggin the Nog & Clangers (V&A Museum of Childhood)
  6. Attend the Anthony Powell Conference in York
  7. Visit at least one steam railway
  8. Keep drinking more champagne
  9. Get paid my state pension
  10. Take more photographs than last year

The eagle-eyed will see that some of these are things I failed (or indeed succeeded) at last year. And, of course, some are going to be a lot harder than others, so it remains to be seen how successful I shall be, but we’ll give it a go and not be majorly disappointed if we fail.

Alcoholic Puritans

As Simon Barnes (former Chief Sports Writer of the Times) pointed out long ago, alcohol is the West’s drug of choice. But we live in a puritan country, and one where the government is getting ever more puritan and attempting to curtail anything of which it doesn’t approve.
Hence this week we have seen new government guidelines on the consumption of alcohol which are hyperbolic and puritan [Telegraph, 08/01/2016]. Or in the words of Simon Jenkins in the Guardian [08/01/2016]: These absurd new guidelines on how much alcohol we should drink are patronising and will have negligible effect on people’s health … These limits are about a vague national self-image of puritanism, not health.
At a swoop the alcohol limit for men has been halved to 14 units a week. Yes, halved. They say the previous limit was 21 units, but it wasn’t; the guidelines said 3-4 units a day; that’s up to 28 units a week. Similarly the limit for women has been reduced from 21 units (2-3 units a day) to 14. That, my friends, is the first piece of statistical obfuscation in the announcements — and it is one none of the media seem to have noticed.
As the Telegraph points out, one simple rule in life is that if A tries to tell B not to do something, B will probably want to do it all the more. Especially if A works for the government and is therefore ipso facto not trusted and seen as hectoring.
According to the Chief Medical Officer there is no safe level of alcohol consumption. While technically this may be true, it is disingenuous. The report’s figures show that there is a small but significant increased risk of breast cancer for women who drink; and similarly an increase in some of the rarer cancers (eg. oesophageal cancer) in men.
So what is the data behind this? Well the figures being quoted in the media are:

Cancer 0 Units 1-14 Units >14 units
Breast, female 11% 12.5% 15.5%
Bowel, male 6.5% 6.5% 8.5%
Bowel, female 5% 5% 6.5%
Oesophagal, male 0.5% 1.5% 2.5%

[Note: these numbers have been rounded to the nearest 0.5%; allowing for error bars the statistics cannot possibly be any more accurate than this.]
So if I drink more than 14 units a week I am 2% more likely to get bowel cancer (for which I am already being regularly monitored) or oesophageal cancer (which is pretty rare). And note this is over my lifetime (three-quarters or more of which has already passed), not per year.
Let’s give this some perspective … For comparison, in the UK we have a less than 0.5% lifetime chance of dying in some form of transportation accident (the vast majority of which is down to road travel). [In the USA this risk is over 1%.] Moreover in the UK the risk of dying from coronary heart disease alone is around 14% for men and 10% for women.
To quote the Telegraph again, the hyperbolic claim that there is no safe limit at all — that someone is taking their life into their own hands when they enjoy a glass of sherry — defies common sense. The report even admits the health risks of drinking within its recommended limits are comparable to those from “regular or routine activities, such as driving”. And that is something we all accept for both convenience and enjoyment.
As Christopher Snowdon, Head of Lifestyle Economics at the Institute of Economic Affairs observed [Telegraph, again]: Alcohol consumption has been falling for a decade. The change to the guidelines will turn hundreds of thousands of people into ‘hazardous drinkers’ overnight thereby reviving the moral panic about drinking in Britain and opening the door to yet more nanny state interventions. People deserve to get honest and accurate health advice from the Chief Medical Officer, not scaremongering.
And this from Prof Sir David Spiegelhalter, Winton Professor of the Public Understanding of Risk, University of Cambridge: These guidelines define ‘low-risk’ drinking as giving you less than a 1 per cent chance of dying from an alcohol-related condition … An hour of TV watching a day, or a bacon sandwich a couple of times a week, is more dangerous to your long-term health.
Or Simon Jenkins again: Everything we do in life is risky … We would be furious if Whitehall laid down risk and safety limits for riding horses, climbing mountains, eating foreign food and playing rugby. All involve far greater danger than marginal changes in consuming alcohol.
No wonder the government and the Chief Medical Officer have been accused of nanny state scaremongering.
But let’s be clear what the government are doing here. This is puritanism and prohibition by the back-door. Tobacco has already been made socially unacceptable. This is the campaign to do the same for alcohol. And note that they have already started on sugar.
And we all know that prohibition doesn’t work; it drives the problem underground and deprives the government of tax revenue.
As citizens it is our right — indeed our duty — to stand out against such ill-conceived nanny-state control. It is high time that people were empowered to take responsibility for their own lives, the risks they take and their quality of life (something which is all too often overlooked) without hectoring “advice” from on high. Unless we do so we are rapidly sliding down the slippery slope to Orwell’s 1984 and Huxley’s Brave New World.
I, for one, will be treating this new guidance with the contempt it deserves.

Oddity of the Week: Professional Farters

This week we enter the realms of pre-adolescent male humour — and the humour of wealthy and powerful medievals. We all know that every court had one or more jesters, and it seems that some of them included farting to order amongst their repertoire. Some were even able to fart tunes (indeed from memory there is a line somewhere in Chaucer about some character “playing upon the arse trumpet”).


Note the flatulists at right

The best known of the medieval professionals is Roland the Farter. As a minstrel to King Henry II, Roland probably had many talents besides being a flatulist. In fact so good was Roland that he was rewarded with a manor house and 100 acres of land.
And even to this day there is the occasional professional farter.
There’s more such amusement at www.atlasobscura.com/articles/the-true-story-of-roland-the-farter-and-how-the-internet-killed-professional-flatulence.