Thursday, 19 March 2020

On Becoming a Hermit, Sort of ... Day 3

Day-3 (19th March 2020)

I started my day thinking about statistics. "Geek!" I hear you say, but read on. This is important, very important. My thinking continued and extended to what I learned in my scientific education and its application to my subsequent working life as a scientist and engineer. It has always occurred to me that there is not enough understanding of the principles of statistical probability and risk.

The mathematics of statistical analysis is crucial to the development firstly of our understanding of scientific phenomena and secondly to the control of processes, the building of reliable machinery and especially in medical science, on all of which we rely in our modern lives. 

The two main building blocks of science are the pure sciences of Chemistry and Physics, along with their various branches. Organic and inorganic chemistry, electrical, mechanical, optical, nuclear, thermodynamics and astro-physics all provide the fundamental principles on which modern technology is founded. In order to develop and build the machinery of modern technology, we need mathematics and, crucially, a means of assessing the probabilities of success for any designed system, the risks of failure in that system and therefore its economy, reliability and, perhaps most important of all, its safety.

How did we manage to develop the motor car to where it is today with the state of reliability we now enjoy in automotive technology, without the application of science and the assessment of its efficiency and reliability and consequent continual improvement? 

How did we develop computer technology, without the assessment of how to make it work, experimenting with different materials to build and carry the microcircuitry, without the development of binary code, which goes to build the software algorithms that determine the reliability of the technology in so many diverse activities of our lives? 

However, there is probably no other branch of science, where statistical analysis has been more important than in Bio-Medical science, in the development of medicines and treatments for illness, including infectious diseases. In fact, many of the mathematical techniques of statistics was developed in aid of this branch of science.

In its simplest form, the expression of risk or probability can be done by considering the linear scale, a line if you prefer, between 0% and 100%. Consider 0% to be 'Black' and 100% to be 'White'.

0% ------------------------------------------------------------ 100%
Black _______________________________________White

In science, there is never going to be 0% or 100% certainty. Systems, results, facts and reality always lie somewhere in between these two extremes. In other words, it is never either black or white.

To illustrate this, the following is circulating on social media right now and seems to be a very useful visual way to demonstrate the assessment of risk in the spread of the Corona virus.


With thanks to Gary Warshaw (https://twitter.com/GaryWarshaw)

Figures from the very important scientific report from Imperial College, which alerted the government to the advice they need to give to the nation, suggest that if we do not exercise this advice to implement 'Social Distancing', it is probable that we would be heading for a mortality rate that would result in as many as a quarter of a million deaths in the UK alone. That is 35 times the mortality currently reported World-wide so far! By strictly applying social distancing this was also reported to be able to reduce that figure to something like 20,000. Twenty Thousand ... is bad enough!! Let alone 250,000. The reality may still be higher than that lower figure, but it depends on how well we implement social distancing. Nonetheless this does put it into a chilling perspective. It doesn’t bear thinking about to consider the impact and repercussions the higher of those two figures will have on our lives.

There is no need to be afraid, because we can survive this thing. But before I go out again this week, however essential it may seem, whether for food or medicine, I shall have a careful think about these figures and reassess the necessity on the day. Let’s keep our itchy feet well grounded for as long as it takes. 

These are very hard times. Barbara and I, in our current circumstances, feel relatively lucky to be in the position we are. To be honest, I confess also to feeling a mixture of deeply felt anxiety and guilt about how our own children are managing, in different parts of the country. This is accompanied by a growing feeling that we need to do more to help them, but this would be in direct conflict with government advice, the message of today's post based on advice from the medical scientists, the people who know. 

So many of us live in differing circumstances, each of which may require the application of a different level of understanding of this crisis and how each of us manage to deal with it, physically and mentally. But I would begin to close this overly long essay with the following reminder what I believe is a reasonable summary of this message.

If you are young or even middle aged and physically fit, without any underlying condition that raises your own risks from this virus above minimal levels, you will survive this disease, but please try not to think only of your own safety, even though your life is as important as the life of anyone else. Try instead to think that, were you to be feeling only slight symptoms or even, as is possible, carrying the disease truly without knowing, somewhere down the line, in 5 days or even 30 days, someone could die as a direct result that you came into close contact with someone else, who passed it on to someone else, who passed it on and on ... and on. Even if you genuinely have no way of knowing whether or not either you (or the other person) are infected with the virus, it is by far the safest decision to assume you are. Simply put, you don't know what is the probability of you (or the next person) having the virus; whether it is nearer to 0% or 100% certainty, you don't know. Therefore there exists a degree of risk. A risk to human life. If you ignore this, you are playing Russian Roulette, not only with other people's lives, but particularly those of your family and friends, with whom you have more frequent, closer contact.

I apologise for the length and seriousness of this diatribe, but I had to get it down here, to clear my thoughts, to say what I needed to say, to say what I’ve understood to be true since the earliest days of my scientific education, hopefully to be understood by someone somewhere. This is a personal journal after all and you didn't have to read it or, if you did, thank you for bearing with me. If you agree with it, do let me know your views by commenting below.

It is now 12 midday, Thursday, 19th March and this post is already a bit too long. Before I close and publish it a little later in the day, I hope to report on something less demanding, slightly more cheerful. Perhaps see what crazy things our puppy-dogs get up to ... 

... just another refreshing walk to the trig point, in calm but chilly and bright conditions. We blew away some cobwebs.

Today's Music Choice from Clemency Burton-Hill's "Year of Wonder" is Cello Suite No.1 in G major 1: Prelude by J S Bach


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On Becoming a Hermit. Sort of ... Day 2

Day-2 
(18th March 2020)

Up at 7 am, as usual, although awake with the birds first tweets. Dogs and hens done and cup of tea in bed for B (we take it in turns). I'm sure I was woken by my bladder, but other possibly hypnopompic thoughts determined to get me worrying again.But in all honesty, I can't remember what those thought were now and I'm not trying very hard to remember them. Although, if I do remember before the end of this post, I'll relate them to you, if they're worth relating.

I then finished off yesterday's blog and posted it.So here we are towards the end of the afternoon on Day-2, which included another trip out to shop, because I observed we were low on hen food, so off to Argo Feeds for another sack. Whilst there, having paid, I enquired of the man in the warehouse if they'd been busy (it didn't appear as if they were at the time of my visit). He retorted that he hadn't had time to re-stack the shelves with new stock and blamed the media for causing panic buying. "it wouldn't have been like this in the 60's" he said. "Hardly anyone had TV's then!". I blamed social media more. More on this subject was covered in yesterday's post.

On the way home, around lunchtime, decided to drive round by the Coop to see, out of interest, if the car park was still heaving. It wasn't. It looked almost normal and at least far less busy than during my yesterday's visit. I decided to call in and fetch some coffee for a neighbour, who'd told me yesterday they were running out. Bought a couple of loaves of bread (now sensibly restricted to two per shopper) and some salt. Rounded the corner to the 'paperwork' shelves to find one of the supervisors putting up some new stock of toilet Rolls. Goodness me! Decided that I'd take one of the brandless four packs as a spare (our Somerset dwelling youngest was complaining yesterday that she hadn't been able to buy any at her Coop so thought we might be able to post some. 

I asked the supervisor if I could take a four pack and commented that it looked like the madness had died down today. "Only just" he replied, looking like he needed a break. her added, pointing at a laden trolly: "take some Andrex, if you want". He obviously took me for an Andrex kind of man!


Another walk with both dogs on the lead up the lane by the farm and onwards a bit, was our rather limited duty to the dogs for the day, explaining to them that they were lucky to be getting that and that they did at least have each other to play with at home, unlike the bull terrier we often see tied up outside in a front garden on our way back, who insisted on shouting across the road at us: "for goodness sake I'm so bloody bored, please give me a break!". That's our occasionally stubborn LabxRetriever, Meggie, letting us know her feelings about being short changed.

"Listen! I haven't finished my walk yet!"


Today's Music Choice from Clemency Burton-Hill's "Year of Wonder" is Polonaise de Concert in D major, op.4 by Henryk Wieniawski.


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Wednesday, 18 March 2020

On Becoming a Hermit, Sort of ... Day 1

Day-1
(Tuesday, 17th March 2020)


"The Dukes Road"

Yesterday was our first day of ‘voluntary’ isolation. Following the announcement at a press conference by our PM, his Chief Medical Officer and his Scientific Advisor, on Monday afternoon, this was that everybody was advised to start a period of ‘social distancing’. Visits to pubs, clubs, restaurants and theatres were to be discouraged. The announcement came on the back of the worsening pandemic across Europe of COVID-19, the so-called Corona virus.

We had pretty much known, through the regular press, what was likely going to happen, so it wasn’t a complete shock, but, after a reasonable night’s sleep, albeit too short, I confess that I awoke with an overwhelming feeling that my life was suddenly empty. Empty of the activities in which I have I indulged for several years. Barbara too, although she is happy to catch up on some overdue gardening activity, my rehearsals and performances with the Sheffield Barbershop Harmony Club (Hallmark of Harmony) and chamber choir (Fox Valley Voices) have been curtailed until further notice. So, it will be virtual from now on: there are plans a foot to enable some kind of on line singing projects. We shall see what evolves. In the mean time I shall keep on singing at home, to myself and the dogs ... and Barbara, if she's got nothing better to do!


This morning I decided to take Guide Dog Puppy, Taz, to the Coop to get one or two things we needed - primarily cheese. On the way down the hill I noticed there seemed to be a scarcity of cars that are usually parked on the roadside. Thought it was a working day, but then fell to pondering why so many people were out in their cars and thought that it had to be to do with the Corona virus outbreak. On arrival at the Coop, my suspicions were confirmed. The car park was rammed! The world and his wife were there shopping for their lives. 


There was no apparent panic, but facial expressions were telling. A combination, somewhere between concern and mild panic on the one hand and, on the other, a kind of unwillingness to meet the eye. Was that an expression of knowing guilt, a demonstration of a proud wartime tradition, quintessential Britishness of keeping calm on the surface, whilst panicking underneath it. I don't know. I suspect a whole spectrum of conscious and unconscious thinking and, in some cases, I detect no thinking at all; an instinctive, but in my view, unnecessary reversion into basic survival mode ... all the while filling a public space with people, all of whom were capable of exchanging their invisible droplets of breath, and who knows containing the now infamous virus. I know now, when I arrived in the car park, that I should have turned round and gone back up the hill to the sanctuary of home, but part of me said that Taz would be disappointed not to get out of the car and have an albeit boring walk around the shelves of the supermarket. The other part of me, I confess, probably felt some part of that concern, panic and instinctive need to be as well provisioned as we could reasonably be to face the coming isolation.


Of course there were no toilet rolls or hand sanitiser on the shelves of the Coop and no paracetamol (the recommended pain relief). Across at the dispensing chemist, a sign on the counter said "we have no hand sanitiser and no thermometers. Again not surprising, as current advice says of expected symptoms, that a persistent dry cough and a temperature, were to be expected. Anyway at least they had some paracetamol, which Barbara usually needs more than me for her aches and pains, but who knows?

Looking North from the Duke's Road

Later, shortly after lunch, we had what I termed a 'Street Meet', quite incidental, but two neighbours and we stood in a triangle, ten paces apart, in some very welcome sunshine, and talked about things, including holidays. Barbara and I had earlier, regretfully, made the decision no to cancel our already paid for holiday in a remote farm cottage in North Northumberland next week. We felt that it is up to individuals to take responsibility for reducing the risk of spreading the virus, with the primary objective of avoiding the serious risk of overwhelming the resources of our precious NHS. If we don't take that responsibility seriously, we could end up like Spain and France with the limitation of movement being enforced by the law. I feel we are on the brink of selfish 'disobedience' on a level that could precipitate such action. I hope I am wrong, sincerely. It is time for us to realise it is not about self any more. It is about the effect our actions have on others ... 

The last activity of our day was to take the two dogs, Meggie and Taz, up onto the moors in a stiff breeze for a walk along the Duke's Road. It refreshed the spirit. A bit of escapist TV was followed by an early bed.


Today's Music Choice from Clemency Burton-Hill's "Year of Wonder" is John Field's Nocturne No.5 in B flat major.



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Sunday, 1 March 2020

An Announcement ...


I have made a decision; not a swift impulsive decision, but one that has been in gestation for a considerable time. A period of time during which I have had the opportunity to observe the growth and development in the major social media platforms for over ten years and I have come to a conclusion.

This is that I am going to withdraw from active involvement in the major platforms. My reasoning is that, whilst they can be a force for good, a platform for promoting much that is good and hopeful in the World, as well as putting forth the work of some very inspiring people and even the endeavours of those trying to make an honest living, they are, however, also a force for the not so good. 


Besides those who, at best, are there to promote a less than ‘social’ agenda, there are also forces, that harvest our data and interests in order to sell us stuff we don’t need. It has become the advertiser’s dream arena. But perhaps the most insidious and darkest of forces have also emerged and evolved into something that takes these platforms to another level of risk. A risk to us all. These forces, it is alleged, are there to wash unresolved minds, to influence voting behaviour, to spread misinformation and propaganda for potentially nefarious reasons, to inform ‘low-information swing voters’ (my thanks to Joe Pickin for this perfect phrase). It needs to be said that this phrase is not intended to be a derogatory statement, because it refers to those, for whom life does not allow them the capacity to research the facts, who are very busy or those who, through no fault of their own, don't know how, but who are nonetheless the target of unscrupulous propaganda.


I don’t personally feel under threat, because I have endeavoured to inform myself with facts in those areas that need them most. I have tried to source the truth of the affairs that confront us every day. I have to admit there is no perfect solution to this search, but, in the process, I have concluded that there is no better source of truth than the heart. It is my heart that I should be listening to; my soul that is the product of a lifetime of apperception - accumulated experience - that I should heed most. It is the natter, chatter and clatter of social media that has caused the elusive clarity that I seek, to become clouded; a mirky pool in which I don’t need to swim, not helped by the appalling state of politics in this country and elsewhere. It is an unnecessary distraction from the quest for truth and undoubtedly a far less effective means of expressing one's views on those affairs in life that are truly important.


But, in spite of all, this is not ‘goodbye’. I shall instead be sharpening my focus on my family, my close friends and those with whom I collaborate in creative, endeavours that have become, at least to me, a well recognised force for positive outcomes and life enhancing consequences and to all of whom I owe a great deal of thanks. I shall of course continue to communicate with the small groups that serve these needs and post anything worth promoting, but I shall not be interacting to as great an extent as I have been on the major social media platforms. I shall also continue to write from time to time, both here and over on My Poetry Library as and when I have something that is in my view worth to publishing. 


In the mean time, I leave you with my mantra …


“Where there is pride, prejudice and profit, there be lies and deceit.


Where there is poetry, poverty and passing, there be the path to truth.” 

Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Some Questions on Brexit

Whichever way you voted in the 2016 referendum, there is some essential reading here.

In the interests of not further inflaming the situation and creating more division than there is already, I have tried not to post my true feelings in any cogent form on social media, but I’m afraid that I have come to the end of my patience, because so many facts are not being reported by the mainstream media, in all its forms. I am also tired of the bias and lack of balance particularly at the BBC. I am also particularly concerned about the lack of coverage on the fact that the Leave Campaign broke electoral law and its leaders told barefaced lies. And why the silence on Cambridge Analytica, data harvesting and the influence this will have had via social media on the 'persuadables' e.g. those sections of the electorate, who normally don't bother voting or are what is otherwise described as 'swing-voters', and who rely more on reading headlines and listening to soundbites, rather than digging a bit deeper for what is the truth (or otherwise) that lies behind those headline statements.

It is evident that certain things are not discussed. Only things which have a touch of sensation - or preferably a whole boatload of sensation and drama, but also, worryingly, what appears to be more than a touch of government propaganda, not to mention external (international) interference in UK political affairs. Where has common sense gone? Where has the search for the middle ground gone, the ability to compromise; the willingness to listen; the will to regain faith amongst the vast swathes of the UK’s population, who can read beyond the headlines and listen for what lies behind the soundbites; the will to open up dialectic debate and enquiry. 

dialectic | ˌdʌɪəˈlɛktɪk | Philosophy
noun (also dialectics) [mass noun, usually treated as singular]
1 the art of investigating or discussing the truth of opinions.
2 enquiry into metaphysical contradictions and their solutions.
• the existence or action of opposing social forces, concepts, etc.
The ancient Greeks used the term dialectic to refer to various methods of reasoning and discussion in order to discover the truth. More recently, Kant applied the term to the criticism of the contradictions which arise from supposing knowledge of objects beyond the limits of experience, e.g. the soul. Hegel applied the term to the process of thought by which apparent contradictions (which he termed thesis and antithesis) are seen to be part of a higher truth (synthesis). Socrates was closely associated with this mode of debate.


We have heard from those, who support the leave campaign, repeated common cries of  …

“parliament is a disgrace: 
“a second referendum would mean the end of democracy” 
“it is to end uncontrolled immigration” 
“Immigrants are taking our jobs”
“the EU is a federalist state”
“we want to take back control”

In answer, I would offer the following:

“Leaving Europe weakens the UK immeasurably”
So, in the interests of trying to present some cogent facts, I offer the following …

  1. As for cries of ‘parliament is a disgrace’ it is a fundamental tenet of Britain’s representative democracy, that we have 650 members, who represent the electorate, and who act as a check on rash government actions. It is called parliamentary democracy.
  2. The EU is the largest trading bloc in the World and can hold its own even against the USA, who failed to negotiate what was going to be a toxic free trade agreement in the TTIP (deceptively referred to as the TransAtlantic Trade and Investment Partnership), which would have trampled all over the EU’s hard won regulations on the environment, health, food and employment. Whereas, outside the EU, the UK is a small fish, who will have a much weakened negotiating position with what is effectively the huge, ruthless and very greedy American/Global corporate establishment … and don’t allow yourself to be fooled by talk of the ‘special relationship’. US corporates are only interest in things, in which they can make a financial ‘killing’.
  3. United we stand, divided we fall … never truer than now. the European project was a peace project, first and foremost. If you’re trading products and services with someone, you are less likely to get into a conflict with them.
  4. Becoming almost totally dependant on the USA for our economic ‘wellbeing’, heads this Great British Ship toward becoming the Fifty-First State of the USA and a sacrificial lamb to the aggressive foreign policies … that is both military and economic aggression. As already mentioned, the EU threw out the USA's TTIP trade deal four years ago and the US corporate establishment is smarting from that failure. So they would love to pick us off and are no doubt walking the corridors of power right now looking to do everything they can to encourage Brexit and do a toxic trade deal that will do to safety regulations on environment, food and agriculture, employment and above all, our own healthcare system, that TTiP threatened to do. They would dearly love to buy out our treasured NHS and turn it into their own, which may I remind you is the most expensive, most ineffective and most inhumane healthcare system in the developed world, driven solely by profit not compassion. The signs are already evident of this in the ramping up of advertising by US corporate healthcare concerns.
  5. There are countless personal stories of a whole generation and more, who have grown up with and become integrated in European life, to the benefit of their education in learning how to live with and respect the cultures of our neighbours. There will be countless cases of despair for many on both sides of the English Chanel, who will suffer from the separation that could result. 
  6. Net migration into the UK, during the tenure of this Conservative government since 2010, from outside the EU significantly exceeds what it is from inside the EU in the ratio 4 to 1. That is 80% UK of immigration is from non-EU countries.
  7. UK net contribution to the EU is about 0.4% of GDP (Gross Domestic Product) and accounts for less than 1.3% of public expenditure.
  8. Economic benefits of EU membership are over ten times the contribution and add about 4% to UK GDP.
  9. EU membership adds over £80 billion a year or £1,500 million per week - UK GDP is now £2.2 trillion. 
  10. In 2017-18 the UK’s contribution (to the EU) was £12.9 billion before grants and funding the UK received back. After these receipts, UK net contribution was £7.8 billion (£150 million per week - less than half the inflated figure of £350 million on the side of the 2016 Brexit bus!)
  11. Brexit is already causing UK economic growth to fall by about 2% or more a year - losing GDP of about £800m a week.
  12. Government expects the UK’s financial settlement with the EU to be between £30 and £40 billion, with payments running to 2064. However, the NAO (National Audit Office) has warned that it could be higher. 

Points 1 to 5 in the above are mine; 6 to 12 are taken directly from the Summary facts of the Brexit Factbase 3rd Sept 2019, with due deference and fully due acknowledgement to its author, Richard Barfield. I thoroughly recommend this useful and comprehensive web site to you. It covers many corners of the Brexit minefield in a very comprehensive way, including the EU and Sovereignty, contributions and benefits, trade and investment, immigration, impact assessments on the economy, industry sectors and regions, and policy areas. It also covers the history of negotiations, next steps and, importantly the impact of a no deal. 


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I’d like to conclude with an invitation to anyone who voted Brexit. I would genuinely like to hear your rational reasons for voting to leave. This is because I feel starved of rational explanations, besides those one liners we heard repeatedly during and since the referendum in 2016, which themselves are devoid of substance.


I should also add that any ‘trolling’, aggressive or antisocial comments, or statements designed to incite the same in others, I will delete summarily. I truly want to hear reasoned argument. Also defensive attacks on the 'Remain' campaign are not acceptable 'reasons' for voting Brexit, but I welcome reasoned, rational and referenced arguments for leaving the EU.

In the meantime, let there be peace.