Our National Health & Smoking

Once again, smoking is in the news and once again it's another attempt by our health gods and our NHS to rid our hospital sites of smoking - specifically ill people smoking. Of course no amount of effort, penalties or wasted signage will stop people from doing it. Most will find a spot away from CCTV cameras and others will simply sit in their cars. It's a battle no one is going to win.
Of course a proactive approach (I know it's novel) could be taken which would certainly provide an incentive for patients to stop smoking, and that's to provide an e-cigarette for the duration of their stay.

I know they work, I use one all the time and having smoked in the past - cigars and cigarettes - I've never looked back. For me it's the ideal solution. I can use it anywhere, it produces no smoke or smell, there's no harmful tar or chemicals, no litter, gives me something to do with my hands (this is why patches don't work), saves me a fortune and it delivers the nicotine I need. That's my solution to this problem.

Doctor Who at 50

I wouldn't consider myself a Whovian, but there was something very special about last night's 50th Anniversary Doctor Who special. I grew up knowing Tom Baker as the Doctor, and it was quite some time before I discovered he was actually the fourth. 

For me, he'll always be the best and it was his surprise appearance which almost reduced me to tears. An amazing piece of British television history, for which all involved should be very proud.

Frazzle

It was a real pleasure to welcome 'Frazzle' to our group today. I must admit 'Frazzle' isn't a name I would associate with such a creature as he's not exactly built for speed. For 'Frazzle' is a tortoise, and rather a large one at that. I'm told by his keeper that he's 20 years old has many more years ahead of him.

His companion 'Gollum' had found somewhere warm to hide... Next week, we're hosts to a snake! No one can accuse Blue Skies of lacking variety...

Nigel Davenport

It's so sad to hear the news that Nigel Davenport has died at the age of 85. For me, he will always be one of our finest British actors and is possible one of the few actors with a face that 'everyone knows' through his many film or TV credits.

I 'grew up' with Howard's Way during the 80's and I'll always remember for him for his role as Sir Edward Frere, a role he was perfectly cast for. Others will have their own recollections.
Yet another actor to join the BAFTA 'those we have lost' roll... very sad.

We'll catch you...

I received a distressed call from my parents last Friday evening. A car had gone through their fence, the third time such a thing has happened. The last time it had happened, the car missed my father by a few inches as he tended his plants in his front garden.

The difference then was that the driver admitted her mistake and apologised. She was insured and details were exchanged. All was good. This time, it was quite different. The driver had stolen the vehicle, crashed it into my parent's house and fled the scene. There was no apology, no exchange of insurance details, just a wrecked fence and garden, and substantial damage to my parent's home. The police were of course very supportive, but there is no help or advice as to what to do next. They're just interested in taking away the evidence and catching the culprit - the victim just has to pick up the pieces, in this case literally.

We have a good description of the driver - early 20's, short ginger hair, slim wearing a blue top and trousers. He was apparently injured and limping. If there was an offence for leaving a vehicle unsecured, then this should apply to the vehicle's owner who idiotically left the keys in the ignition, an open invitation to any passing would be thief.
No doubt the insurance will cover the cost of rebuilding the corner of the house, for having had a structural engineer visit from South Holland Council, this is what we're told is needed. What isn't 'covered' is the shock, distress and damage caused emotionally. My parents are well into their 70's. They don't need this and an incident on this scale is too much for them to cope with.
The mindless idiot who caused this may be laughing now at having caused so much damage and distress, but the police have his finger prints and we have a good description from a witness. It's just a matter of time before you are caught, and you will be.
Yet again, we have another example of just how lawless this county of Lincolnshire is - particularly where driving and road safety is concerned. This isn't an isolated incident - it happens all too frequently. How long before someone is killed...?

UPDATE
This did finally reach the attention of our local newspaper the Spalding Guardian.
The article can be viewed here: http://www.spaldingtoday.co.uk/news/latest-news/terrific-bang-as-car-hit-our-house-1-5702001

Harvest (in a tin)

We've just received the latest newsletter from my son's school which, among things, gives details of the annual 'harvest festival'. Now, when I was at school, a harvest festival was, as its name suggests, all about the harvest, i.e. fresh vegetables and things that people had grown. I can still see the school stage festooned in carrots, cabbages, lettuce, giant marrows and potatoes.
How ridiculous, it seems to me, is the instruction to all parents that NO fresh produce is to be donated and that food items must be either tinned or in packets, and to assist, the school have provided a list of 'acceptable' food items;

Why on Earth aren't they contacting the local supermarkets who routinely dispose of anything dented or past its sell-by date? Surely this would be be a better idea rather than expecting those who can barely afford to feed themselves to empty their larders. Is it any wonder our children have no idea where our food comes from...?

Music & Memories

If there's one thing that takes me out of the current world and transports me back in time to relive distant locked-away memories, it's a music compilation. I stumbled across such a compilation only the other day - a folder full of MP3 files, most dated from the mid to late 90's. A lot of it is 'techno', a type of music I was oddly enough quite into. Some is electronic trance and the rest can't really be adequately described. One or two are in German and date back to my visit to Germany in 1995. The fact that they are in German is no handicap to their enjoyment. It's the tune that brings back the memories and unlocks the images of fondly remembered times. For anyone who knows me, it would be hard to imagine that I once hankered after the latest downloads of Torley Wong, Blumchen, Das Modul and Scatman John to name just a few, but I did.
A lot of the music I collected I heard for the first time on MTV's Most Wanted - a programme hosted by Ray Cokes from 1993-1995 gaining cult status among its loyal fans throughout Europe on what was then the first pan-European satellite network. I was pleased to see that Ray Cokes is still broadcasting at 55 and can be found on a small radio station in Belgium.
Each track carries with it its own set of memories, whether sat at my desk in the IT department of Churchill Insurance trying to look busy whilst secretly downloading masses of MP3 files over their super-fast Internet connection, driving my Volvo 760 Estate with newly installed CD auto-changer or hurtling down an autobahn in Germany or touring Berlin in my pen-pal's Volkswagon Golf MKI. These are cherished memories of good times and each MP3 tells its own story with it's own unique set of feelings, images and events from a time gone by.
I imagine there are many who can relate to this and have records, tapes, CD's and MP3's that when played unlock fond memories or perhaps still have the power to produce feelings deep inside - the butterflies, the tingling sensation and the heart-skipping elation. Of course this is all very personal and entirely unique to the person concerned and their own mental libraries of memories and images, images that the camera missed.
Maybe one day we'll be able to retrieve these memories... or perhaps they should stay where they are and remain forever personal.