Five Questions, Series 2 #2

So what shall we do on an extra hot September Sunday afternoon when I’ve got a large part of a sinus infection? And when nothing from the neck up is working properly? (No change there then!)

Oh, I know, I’ll tax my brain with answering Question 2 from my Five Questions, Series 2. So …

Question 2. If you had to diagnosis yourself with any mental illness which would it be?

Well that should be easy: all of them! But maybe we should look at the options.

Depression. Yep, definitely got that one.
Intelligence. Yep, got that as well.
Schizophrenia. Nope, not even by the farthest stretch of the imagination.
Autism. Nope, though I’m sure many of my former colleagues thought I had.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). Nope, no more than anyone else.
Stupidity. Yep, very definitely have that.
Optimism. No; dunno what this is.
Quadrophenia. I guess this must be where each of your schizophrenic personalities is itself schizophrenic. Aarrrgggghhhhh!!!!! So no, don’t have that. Anyway The Who never were my favourite band, I didn’t like the album, and I wasn’t a mod.
Realism. Sadly yes, all to much of it.
Drug Dependency. Yeah, got lots of those. Can’t get off the anti-depressants without withdrawal symptoms (must try again!); like a moderate drink (like every day); and of course there’s always food.
Honesty. Yep, got that one; definitely out of order in today’s world!
Bipolar Disorder. Nope, I’m never manic enough. More like I have Monopolar Disorder.
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. No, thanks.
Eating Disorders. Yep, I eat too much, which may be an addiction.
Münchhausen syndrome. I have no clue how you fly a triplane — Oh, sorry; wrong German … See, my life isn’t nearly colourful enough!

Which I think means I just suffer from an extra giant dose of totally insane stupidity!

Recipe : Ruddy Duck

Today is our umpty-nth Wedding Anniversary and rather than go out to eat — we seem to be eating out quite a lot recently anyway — we decided to do something a bit special for dinner this evening. Fillet steak had been suggested, perhaps as Tournedos Rossini. But steak somehow seems so ordinary these days. We were going to the supermarket anyway this morning.

Then very late last night I had a vision. The vision involved a duck. In typical male fashion I thought “duck breasts”. And then I wondered “what can I put with duck breasts?” We neither of us like culinary clichés like duck & orange or duck & cherry, if only because restaurants always serve it too sweet.

And then I though “gooseberries”. I’ve done mackerel & gooseberry before, so I know the acid of the fruit works well with something fatty. Hmmm, yes, that would work. Well of course we have the end of some port too. OK so, Duck with Gooseberry and Port. Yes, that would work well. Bet we can’t get any fresh gooseberries!

[Interlude for sleep]

So this morning off we trot to Waitrose. Before I commit us to duck I wander off and look at the fresh fruit. Yep, as predicted, no gooseberries — well it is a bit late for them. I returned to Noreen who looked quizzical; I had to explain my plot. “Ah yes”, she says, “that sounds good. I’ll see if there are any frozen gooseberries”. She returns empty handed saying all they have is frozen “forest fruits”. Hmph! Then she says “Rhubarb”. I say “Hmmm, not sure about that”. This needs to be tart but I’m not sure rhubarb is the right sort of acid. “Or blackberries?” Yes that’s a much better idea; we’re sure to have a few in the garden and anyway there are some in the freezer. And we know rabbit and blackberry works well.

As a result I give you …

Ruddy Duck
or Duck with Blackberry and Port

Preparation time: 20 minutes (including salad & potatoes)
Cooking Time: 20 minutes


For two of us I used:

  • 2 duck breasts
  • 4 ping-pong ball sized scallions (or equivalent in other onion)
  • 2 handfuls of blackberries
  • 2 cloves of garlic
  • generous wine glass of port
  • olive oil, sea salt, pepper

And this is what I did:

  1. Trim the onions; chop the green parts of the scallions fine and quarter the bulbs.
  2. Slice or crush the garlic, and rinse the blackberries.
  3. Slash the skin of each duck breast 3 or 4 times and rub in freshly ground pepper and sea salt.
  4. Heat some olive oil in a good pan and fry the onion and garlic for 2-3 minutes until beginning to go translucent.
  5. Add the duck breasts and fry skin side down for 3-4 minutes so they get slightly browned.
  6. Turn the duck breats and add the blackberries; give them 2-3 minutes before adding the port.
  7. Cook for about 10-15 minutes (depending how well done you like your duck), turning the duck occasionally. I put a lid on the pan the keep the steam and flavours and speed the cooking a little.
  8. By this time the sauce should be reducing and beginning to get sticky; it will be a deep maroon colour (hence Ruddy Duck).
  9. When the duck is done, remove from the pan and slice thickly before serving with the pan juices.

I accompanied this with steamed new potatoes and a simple tomato, onion & rocket salad. But a lovely fresh vegetable like pak choi would work well too.

Enjoy a bottle of good robust red wine with it.

And yes, it was very good. Though I say it myself equally as good as one would get in most restaurants, and at least £10 a head less than even the cheapest would charge you.

DID – NOT!

Quite some time ago I came across the idea of an antitheses to Desert Island Discs.

For those not in the know, DID is a long running (it started in 1942!) weekly BBC Radio programme in which a public figure (the castaway on the eponymous island) chooses the eight pieces of music they would want to have with them. They are also allowed one book (in addition to The Bible and The Works of Shakespeare) and one luxury.


In the version I have in mind one chooses the music etc. one would least like to have. So here are my choices:

Least Favourite Records

  1. Middle of the Road, Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep
  2. Helen Kane, I taut I taw a Puddy Tat. Genuine torment of my childhood.
  3. Anything Country & Western
  4. Beatles, Blackbird, from the White Album. This always makes me depressed, which is the last thing I’ll need.
  5. Paul McCartney, Mull of Kintyre
  6. Vivaldi, Four Seasons
  7. Pachelbel, Canon in D major
  8. And finally it is a toss up between opera and Mozart. On balance I think I’d hate to have anything operatic (Gilbert & Sullivan excepted).

Least Favourite Book
I’d probably choose Salman Rushdie, Satanic Verses which I am totally unable to read. I’d also not be too keen an anything by Dickens, Jane Austen, the Brontës, Thomas Hardy (you can blame school for that collection).

Least Favourite Luxury
Golf clubs or Scuba diving gear — I cannot imagine ever wanting to do either, although I suppose the golf clubs could be useful for building a shelter or clubbing meat to death.

Anyone else fancy joining in? If so post your choices on your blog and leave a comment so we can all enjoy them. 🙂

Word : Postillion

Postilion, postillion

  1. A guide or forerunner.
  2. One who rides a post-horse, a post-boy; a swift messenger.


    Post chaise with postillion

  3. One who rides the near horse of the leaders when four or more are used in a carriage or post-chaise; especially one who rides the near horse when one pair only is used and there is no driver on the box.
  4. Supplementary floats to prevent fishing line from sinking.
  5. (verb) To insert and manipulate a finger in the anus of a sexual partner as a means of sexual excitement.

Quotes …

My usual but occasional selection of quotes which have interested or amused me recently. In no particular order …

Skill without imagination is craftsmanship and gives us many useful objects such as wickerwork picnic baskets. Imagination without skill gives us modern art.
[Tom Stoppard]

I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think interior decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
[Anna Quindlen]

Prejudice and privilege are why we haven’t just sorted out resources (we have enough, we really do) to ensure that all humans get to eat nutritious food, receive medical care and vaccinations so they can live beyond the age of 5, have access to our bodies of collected wisdom and knowledge, have a safe place to sleep, and get a chance to experience play and pleasure so that we can all live in peace and explore the universe together.
[Maggie Mayhem; What do you care what other people think!]

If you want to understand Dogen’s philosophy you have to accept that there are many real things and phenomena in this universe that we human beings are simply not equipped to perceive, but that these things and phenomena are not parts of some mystical other realm.
[Brad Warner; Dogen for Punks]

Buddhists in the West are often precisely the same personality types you encounter at sci fi and anime conventions or in punk rock clubs. They just have a different kind of thing that turns them on. But they use it in exactly the same way, to help delineate their personality as something different from the mainstream.
[Brad Warner; Dogen for Punks]

You need not be shocked at my being spoken against. Anybody, who is spoken about at all, is sure to be spoken against by somebody, and any action, however innocent in itself, is liable, and not at all unlikely, to be blamed by somebody. If you limit your actions in life to things that nobody can possibly find fault with, you will not do much!
[Charles Dodgson (alias Lewis Carroll) in a letter to his sister Mary, 21 September 1893; quoted in Jenny Woolf, The Mystery of Lewis Carroll]

[P]hotographs were usually taken outside on a bright day, or at least in a studio with a glass roof … The brightness of the scene had to be judged by eye, since there were no exposure meters and photographers had various dodges by which they could assess the exposure. The Swedish photographer Gustav Rejlander actually used his cat, checking to see how much its pupils were dilated in order to assess how long an exposure to give.
[Jenny Woolf, The Mystery of Lewis Carroll]
[Photo of Charles Dodgson by Rejlander, 1863]

Now isn’t that just a cool use for a cat?

Gallery : Back to School

For her Gallery subject this week Tara has chosen another “mummy topic”: Back to School. So of course I’m struggling with it — well I would wouldn’t I, ‘cos despite my wrinklydom I’m not yet quite mummified; neither have I had a sex change, at least not when I last looked.

So about the best I can do by way of a contribution is this:

English Schoolgirl as Zoo Animal
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I took this at London Zoo way back in June 2008 — blimey was it that long ago; it seems like last summer!

I’m not sure if these girls (and there was a whole gaggle of them) were part of a school trip or just locals who were able to take a short cut through the Zoo, but the former is more likely. Anyway despite the tiger masks these two were failing to blend in with the animals, and no doubt got carted off back to their penitentiary.

Just look at the ladders in those stockings/tights though! Surely only a schoolgirl would be seen dead in those!

Fukushima Follow-up

The follow-up to the Fukushima accident, in the wake for the March 2011 earthquake and tsunami, continues.

In the last week there has been a thoughtful essay in the Wall Street Journal by physicist Richard Muller looking at the likely additional rates of cancer in Japan as a result of the nuclear problems.


What he says, and I have to assume his numbers are correct, is quite revealing. First a bit of background, which is in the article:

  • The average American gets an annual dose of 0.62 rem of radiation.
    (“A rem is the unit of measure used to gauge radiation damage to human tissue”.)
  • Anyone living in Denver gets 0.3 rem on top of that due to Radon gas from the local granite.
  • Yet Denver has a lower cancer rate the the US as a whole, despite its high radiation figures.
  • The International Commission on Radiological Protection recommends evacuating an area if the excess dose of radiation is just 0.1 rem. Yet people still live in Denver.
  • Following the accident the Fukushima evacuation zone showed radiation at the level of 0.1 rem.

So what does this mean? Well here is Muller’s explanation:

If you are exposed to a dose of 100 rem or more, you will get sick right away from radiation illness. You know what that’s like from people who have had radiation therapy: nausea, loss of hair, a general feeling of weakness. In the Fukushima accident, nobody got a dose this big; workers were restricted in their hours of exposure to try to make sure that none received a dose greater than 25 rem … At a larger dose — 250 to 350 rem — the symptoms become life-threatening … and your chance of dying (if untreated) is 50%.

Nevertheless, even a small number of rem can trigger an eventual cancer. A dose of 25 rem causes no radiation illness, but it gives you a 1% chance of getting cancer — in addition to the 20% chance you already have from “natural” causes. For larger doses, the danger is proportional to the dose, so a 50 rem dose gives you a 2% chance of getting cancer; 75 rem ups that to 3%. The cancer effects of these doses, from 25 to 75 rem, are well established by studies of the excess cancers caused by the atomic bombs at Hiroshima and Nagasaki in 1945 …

Here’s another way to calculate the danger of radiation: If 25 rem gives you a 1% chance of getting cancer, then a dose of 2,500 rem (25 rem times 100) implies that you will get cancer (a 100% chance). We can call this a cancer dose. A dose that high would kill you from radiation illness, but if spread out over 1,000 people, so that everyone received 2.5 rem on average, the 2,500 rem would still induce just one extra cancer … Rem measures radiation damage, and if there is one cancer’s worth of damage, it doesn’t matter how many people share that risk.

In short, if you want to know how many excess cancers there will be, multiply the population by the average dose per person and then divide by 2,500 (the cancer dose described above).

In Fukushima, the area exposed to the greatest radiation … had an estimated first-year dose of more than 2 rem. Some locations recorded doses as high as 22 rem …

How many cancers will such a dose trigger? … assume that the entire population of that 2-rem-plus region, about 22,000 people, received the highest dose: 22 rem. (This obviously overestimates the danger.) The number of excess cancers expected is the dose (22 rem) multiplied by the population (22,000), divided by 2,500. This equals 194 excess cancers.

Let’s compare that to the number of normal cancers in the same group. Even without the accident, the cancer rate is about 20% of the population, or 4,400 cancers. Can the additional 194 be detected? Yes, because many of them will be thyroid cancer, which is normally rare (but treatable). Other kinds of cancer will probably not be observable, because of the natural statistical variation of cancers.

Sadly, many of those 4,400 who die from “normal” cancer will die believing that their illness was caused by the nuclear reactor.

Sure these numbers are regrettable, and tragic for those affected. But by and large they will be indistinguishable from the variation in the normal background cancer rate, especially if the 194 excess cancers is (as Muller suggests) an over-estimate. It is the psychological effect on the people which is potentially the greater danger.

Let’s put this in a different context. One nuclear accident in 20 years is likely, over time, to result in somewhere around 200 deaths in Japan.

Compare that with coal mining where in China alone in 2004 there were over 6000 deaths of miners due to accident — plus any resulting from later pneumoconiosis. In fact it is estimated there are annually 4000 new cases pneumoconiosis just in the US. (Data from Wikipedia.)

Another comparison. We all take air travel for granted. Yet in the 12 years since 2000 plane crashes have caused on average 1183 death a year worldwide. (Data from the Air Crashes Record Office.)

(OK, a real comparison would cover far more data and causes, but you get the picture.)

Now there are other approaches to calculating the excess cancers caused. Another approach cited in Muller’s article suggests that Fukushima will cause 1500 excess cancers over a 70 year period. But I suggest that over such a long time period that number too is going to be pretty indistinguishable from the background. And anyway it is still a factor of at least 10 less than the number of people killed directly by the tsunami.

All of which leads Muller to conclude:

The reactor at Fukushima wasn’t designed to withstand a 9.0 earthquake or a 50-foot tsunami. Surrounding land was contaminated, and it will take years to recover. But it is remarkable how small the nuclear damage is compared with that of the earthquake and tsunami. The backup systems of the nuclear reactors … should be bolstered … We should always learn from tragedy. But should the Fukushima accident be used as a reason for putting an end to nuclear power?

Nothing can be made absolutely safe. Must we design nuclear reactors to withstand everything imaginable? What about an asteroid or comet impact? Or a nuclear war? No, of course not …

It is remarkable that so much attention has been given to the radioactive release from Fukushima, considering that the direct death and destruction from the tsunami was enormously greater. Perhaps the reason for the focus on the reactor meltdown is that it is a solvable problem; in contrast, there is no plausible way to protect Japan from 50-foot tsunamis …

Looking back more than a year after the event, it is clear that the Fukushima reactor complex, though nowhere close to state-of-the-art, was adequately designed to contain radiation. New reactors can be made even safer … but the bottom line is that Fukushima passed the test.

The great tragedy of the Fukushima accident is that Japan shut down all its nuclear reactors. Even though officials have now turned two back on, the hardships and economic disruptions induced by this policy will be enormous and will dwarf any danger from the reactors themselves.

Indeed. And hence I still believe — nuclear waste disposal problems not withstanding; I acknowledge that as an unsolved challenge — nuclear is our best and friendliest hope of managing our power requirements for the foreseeable future.

If Scotchmen can wear kilts …

Well indeed! If Scotsmen (and Irishmen) can wear kilts, and females of all ages can wear trousers, why in blazes can’t boys wear frocks?

It makes no sense. Except as a means of perpetuating the male dominant status quo.

There was an interesting, and rather worrying, article a few weeks back in the New York Times about the angst that parents go through when their son wants to wear what they think of as “girl clothes”. Of course, being America, whole families are in analysis rather than just getting on with life.

And do you know what? Most of these kids are no more than four or six years old. But they’re still seen as deviant, or worse. The article even acknowledges that few of them continue to want to dress as girls beyond the age of about 10.

And so what if they do? Why on earth does it matter?


Read this for another scary example of sexist reaction
to a 15-year-old boy in a dress.
Doesn’t the lad look rather good?

It is really only in the western world that we’ve become wedded to the idea than men have to wear trousers, and to do anything else is either deviant or at best a huge joke. See most people’s reaction to the aforesaid Scotsmen in kilts, or actors in drag.

Until about 100 years ago effectively all small boys, regardless of class, would have been routinely dressed in frocks until they were at least five years old. In Arabia and northern Africa men and women still wear loose robes. In Japan men traditionally wore kimono the same as women. Not to mention the Romans, Greeks, Egyptians … or monks.

OK, it’s easy for me. I’m not a parent and I haven’t had to cope with it. But I would hope that if I had I might have been a bit more level-headed. And yes, I do concede that it must be hard — especially for the young kids — when most of society doesn’t understand and people are so spiteful. So they need strong and sympathetic parents, not analysis!

But FFS why do parents have to worry when the kids are only six, or in one case in the article as young as three!? Kids of both genders, especially young kids, like to dress up. Whether that’s in mum’s high heels, as Davey Crocket, or Spiderman, or My Little Pony. And some kids are more comfortable in some clothes than others; some (heaven help us!) are most comfortable in no clothes. Where’s the problem?

When I was young we didn’t have much choice in clothes. There were no t-shirts, sweatshirts, football strip, trainers, batman outfits, jeans, … Today kids can have a whole range of choice, so no wonder a few will pick something a section of “society at large” thinks unsuitable. Most of them grow out of it, just as they grow out of collecting Pokemon, plastic pigs or used tea bags.

Even if they don’t grow out of wanting to wear dresses, WTF does it matter?

Society is able to accept many things that were formerly seen as deviant or unacceptable — men with earrings, homosexuality, bikinis, tattoos … So why can’t we be more comfortable with boys wearing dresses?

Reasons to be Grateful: 42

OK, so it’s week 42 of the experiment. Which means I have to find another five things which have made me happy or for which I’m grateful this week. Some weeks this is incredibly easy and other weeks it is hard. For no obvious reason this is just one of those hard weeks.

  1. Hypnotherapy. As I’ve said before, I always enjoy my hypnotherapy sessions. That’s party because it is quite relaxing; in fact so relaxing I almost always fall asleep when I get home. And this week Chris was able to push me deeper than ever before.
  2. Smoked Chicken Salad. Here’s another regular. We always keep a couple of smoked chicken breasts in the fridge. They make a quick, delicious salad.

    Autumn
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  3. Alpine Mornings. Thursday night was an exceptionally cold night for August and Friday dawned bright a chilly: really autumnally alpine. Which I love even if it shouldn’t be happening in August!
  4. Lamb with Port. One of our occasional treats from Waitrose is a piece of butterflied leg of lamb (ie. boned and opened out), dressed with some herb and garlic before being vacuum-packed. We only buy it if it is reduced (ie. near it’s sell-by date) — it is just too expensive otherwise. The piece we had this week I sliced into steaklets and pan-fried with a little olive oil and a generous glass of port. It was just so tender and went down extremely well with some mixed rocket salad and steamed new potatoes.
  5. Food with Friends. Last evening we went to a local Thai restaurant with our friends Sue and Ziggy, plus their two boys — a last chance before the boys go back to school and everyone’s’ diaries get impossible to shoehorn anything else into. Good food, a few beers, excellent company as well as fun watching Sam (14) and his mother wind each other up! We wound up the evening early-ish partly because young Harry (10), having put away a gargantuan amount of food, was visibly beginning to wilt — and I knew if we went back to S&Z’s for postprandials then Harry would likely resist bed and they’d all regret it. A good evening nonetheless.