This week’s photograph from my collection is especially for Katy:

Prospect Cottage Panorama
Panoramic view of the late Derek Jarman’s cottage at Dungeness
31 August 2010
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So I’ve spent over a year (actually 60 weeks) documenting each week five things for which I was grateful, or which made me happy, that week. And at last I’ve gotten round to documenting the findings. So what did I learn? What difference did it make?

Conclusion: Frankly, it’s a Load of Sprats
First let’s summarise the 300 observations made during the experiment.
[Yes, sorry Sue, I’m going to be an anally boring scientist again!]
Results
I’ve broken the observations into 10 broad categories as best I can.
| Category | # Obs |
% |
| Food & Drink | 102 | 34% |
| Hobbies (a) | 65 | 22% |
| Weather & Seasons | 29 | 10% |
| Personal & Medical | 27 | 9% |
| Places | 20 | 7% |
| Family & Friends | 15 | 5% |
| Anthony Powell Society | 8 | 3% |
| Celebrations | 7 | 2% |
| Arts | 7 | 2% |
| Miscellaneous | 20 | 7% |
(a) Includes such as natural history, photography, the garden, family history …
(b) Includes photographs of sunrises and sunsets as well as “sunshine”
Observations
Conclusions
How much of this is attributable to the experiment? Well who knows? There are just too many variables and too few hard measurements. This in itself was perfectly predictable, and even predicted.
What does this tell me that I didn’t know or couldn’t have guessed? Frankly bugger all!
That doesn’t mean it wasn’t interesting, and sometimes a challenge, to do. But beyond that I doubt it says anything very useful at all. But that’s the nature of experiments!
So yes, in summary, it’s a load of sprats!
Dzo (or dso, dzho, zho, zo)
A Tibetan hybrid of yak (Bos grunniens) and domestic cattle (a domesticated form of aurochs, Bos primigenius). The word dzo technically refers to a male hybrid, while a female is known as a dzomo or zhom.

See also Wikipedia.
OK, so … we’re going to do the “Five Questions” routine again, just like we did a couple of times last year. Just to keep us all on our mental toes, you understand.
However series three is going to be a bit different. It is more in the vein of those daft “back page” interviews with Z-list slebs you see in magazines — only hopefully a bit more interesting; maybe more like those really good off-the-cuff job interview questions.
No, don’t panic! You can take this as seriously or not as you like (well you can all of them, but this one especially so) although the questions should still make you think!

The five questions are:
Again, like series one and two, I think they’re going to be deceptively tricky. I certainly don’t know in advance exactly how I’m going to answer them all, though I have a few ideas. (It’s called preparation!)
Anyway I’ll answer them one at a time over the coming weeks. The first in about a week’s time. (Well thinking doesn’t come cheap or easy, you know!)
And as I’ve said before, if anyone has any more good questions, then please send them to me. I’d like to continue to do this two or three times a year so good, but potentially fun, questions are needed.
Watch this space!
This is the first in what I hope will be a weekly series of my photographs. Some may be new ones, some may be old ones; some may be stunning, others will be ordinary; some may have a story attached; some may even be ones you’ve seen before (although hopefully not in this series). All the photos will have been posted on my Flickr Photostream so you’ll be able to click the image for larger views.

Frost with Berry
Frost and ice on the hedge outside my doctor’s surgery
17 January 2013
Our regular-ish look at things which have interested or amused me, but which you may have missed.
Let’s deal with the medical and scientific items first …
Tamiflu — the wonder drug that kills off ‘flu. Except it doesn’t. Here are five things you should know about it.
Can’t think why anyone would want to make tea from coffee leaves. Until someone decides it has health benefits. Maybe — it seems the jury is still out on the importance of antioxidants.
So what really does happen if you drop a steak from an altitude of 100km without a parachute?
There’s this cunning Japanese way of multiplying big numbers quickly. Mind-bogglingly strange to us westerners, but it does seem to work.
Well who would have guessed? Apparently cats take on their owners’ habits — both good and bad.
So now let’s degenerate into the more secular …
So just why is it that we British are revolted by the idea of eating horse? It doesn’t seem very logical.
There’s been a bit of a kerfuffle this week — at least there would have been if anyone had understood it. The Health Minister, Jeremy Hunt, has decreed that all health records will be shareable throughout the NHS within a year. And about bloody time too! This is the sort of JFDI leadership the NHS needs, especially as it will save a shedload of money. But I spy a large squadron of pigs taking off from Heathrow Airport. The intention may be good, but it won’t happen; neither the government nor the NHS have the first clue about running the massive IT projects this will need; they won’t take advice from industry experts and they won’t pay for quality suppliers. And then there are the wallahs that worry about privacy — how is it more important that no-one knows anything than we get quality healthcare?
Meanwhile Will Self has been staring at The Shard and wondering why we do this to ourselves.

Aerial views of another sort … here are some stunning photographs taken from kites.
Hopefully this may be one up for women’s liberation in sport. Apparently Women’s Cricket wicket-keeper (Sarah Taylor) could be playing for Sussex (men’s) 2nd XI next season. About bloody time too! This should have happened years ago. There is nothing in the laws of cricket which says anything about gender restriction. I threatened to do this at club 3rd XI level some 35 years ago (the wife of one of our players was a good cricketer in her own right) and I got roundly condemned for the very idea. Couldn’t see what the fuss was about then and I still can’t, especially as there have always been mixed hockey games.
Finally, following up on a previous post, last Sunday (13 Jan) saw the annual “No Pants on the Subway” events — not just in London but around the world. The Telegraph has the pictures.

Another in our series of quotes I’m come across recently when have interested or amused me. In no special order …
Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature.
[Tom Robbins]
[A] thrombosis of traffic, wherein the veiny and arterial roads of the metropolis are blocked by the embolism of roadworks and by clots that have broken down.
[Mark Forsyth, The Horologicon]
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
[F Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up]
Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
[Voltaire]
It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.
[Sir Arthur Conan Doyle]
Tomorrow (noun). A mystical land where 99% of all human productivity, motivation and achievement is stored.
[Unknown]
People died for my right to offend you … we need both love and anger to be free. And you may continue to hate me … Free-thinking is always problematic. But if you take away my freedom … ask yourself who really wins?
[Suzanne Moore]
A catless house is a soulless house.
[Patrick Moore]
Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.
[Bertolt Brecht]
I was prompted a few days ago to think about what really would constitute a living Hell for me. No forget all this fire and brimstone stuff of the (supposed) afterlife. We are quite good enough at creating Hell here in this life.
But on the basis that one man’s meat is another man’s poison, how much would we actually agree on what would constitute Hell here on Earth? Brave New World and 1984 would be a damn good start!
Well this is the start, at least, on what mine would look like.
There is no wine, beer or gin. The only liquids available would be Pernod, absinthe, pastis and … errr … water.
The only foods available are jellied eels, tripe, sweet potato, pumpkin and egg custard.
Everyone is perpetually rude, selfish and unable to speak English. (Nothing new there, then.)
All officials are little Hitler control freaks and over-officious bullies. And then there are the managers!
Basically nothing is allowed; everything is banned, so whatever you do you’re breaking some law or another.
Cigarette smoke clings everywhere.
There are no antibiotics, analgesics or deodorants.
It is cold. So cold I have to wear clothes all the time — because there is no central heating and no sunshine. And all the clothes I have to wear are made of plastic, rubber or nylon.
There are no cats, no birds, no gardens, no trees and no seaside. The sky is never blue. Maggots abound.
I have to travel everywhere by underground or by bus.
All women look like low-class tarts and wear a thick plastic skin of make-up.
All men are shaven headed thugs or greasy oiks — which is about how they behave.
There are children everywhere, screaming. Their batteries cannot be removed and they never run out of charge. They all have lice.
There is no internet nor any cameras — except for CCTV everywhere.
All TV is an endless cycle of inane soap operas and game shows interspersed every 5 minutes with ever more inane adverts.
There are no books and the only music is Mozart.
I’m forced to be homosexual, religious, play golf and put in the army.
I’m sure there’s more … Aarrrgggghhhhh!!!!!!
Why is it much of this sounds so horribly familiar?