Friday, 9 July 2021

Snatching a Triumph From the Jaws of Defeat

I was meant to take No.2 Son to Winchester on Wednesday to take possession of his university digs ready for September and so he could start the job he had lined up that was meant to start today.


Firstly, Student Finance hadn't received Hay's financial information, which had to be posted because it proved impossible for her to logon to her Student Finance account.

Secondly, his deposit for his flat hadn't been received yet by the organisation holding the key.

Thirdly the flat people additionally required my financial information as guarantor of No.2 Son's rent.

The Student Finance issue wasn't on the critical path for collecting his keys, but the flat deposit certainly was. This, naturally, led to a delay and thus the schedule was delayed from Wednesday to Thursday, with his new employer being informed he couldn't start work now till Saturday.

Thursday arrived and the organisation handling his student accommodation still hadn't received his deposit, despite it having been sent on Tuesday by bank transfer.

Additionally, the on-line guarantor system accepted only one proof of income form, whereas I have multiple sources of income. Decided to lodge my last self assessment, which is irrelevant for this year, but it was accepted.

The intended departure time for Winchester yesterday came and went, but still the deposit hadn't hit their bank account. Finally, by 2pm, they conformed receipt. My car, having been packed and fitted with a bike carrier for his bike, was ready and waiting. We jumped in the car and - nothing - the battery, which I'd been meaning to replace for the last couple of months had packed up in a terminal fashion and no amount of jumping it from a spare, also well depleted battery, would cajole it into starting.

Luckily, Hay's dad next door was home and I hurriedly commandeered his car, moving the bike rack from my SAAB estate to his VW Passat saloon - no mean feat. Set off at 2.30pm and arrived at the key collection place on the outskirts of Winchester with just under an hour to spare before they closed.

Took No.2 Son shopping at Aldi, decanted him, his effects and his shopping at his flat and raced back home just in time to greet the bloke who had bought my Triumph Daytona and wanted to collect it. 

No.2 Son then contacted me to tell me his Wi-Fi in the flat wasn't working - which for a young man is a humungous disaster. However, it transpired that the router had simply been unplugged due to no-one having been there for ages.

All-in-all, a successful conclusion to a fraught day in which everything was conspiring against us.

Now is when I'm meant to start suffering from Empty Nest Syndrome....


Thursday, 8 July 2021

That Statue

 Don't know about you, but I think the new Diana statue is - er - not very nice.


I guess if it looked vaguely like her, then it might be marginally acceptable. 

I know art isn't meant to represent reality that faithfully, but it should if it's a statue of a person. It also looks somewhat wooden and lacking in life - more like a Next mannequin in a shop window. Each to their own though. I would guess that, for the average and dedicated Diana fan, it simply wouldn't pass muster, although I could be mistaken.

Don't get me wrong - I quite liked Diana, but this statue is simply hideous and a crime against art, despite being sculpted by the acclaimed Ian Rank-Broadley, who is noted more for his coinage relief work. I guess everyone is entitled to an off-day.

There again, William and Harry raised the money and commissioned the statue and they're obviously happy with it - or are appearing to be so - even if it isn't particularly nice. I think a competition would have produced a better result, as it has with many public works in the past.

The cost of the statue hasn't been made public, but I can think of better ways of spending £100...


Wednesday, 7 July 2021

Renault Vauxhall

P-bike is fixed and I've been persuaded by Hay to take an offer on the Triumph Daytona. She promised to make up the shortfall between the offer and my asking price and thus owes me £200. 

I've just become aware of a small irony. 


You know that the government has given undisclosed bungs (aka taxpayers' money) to both Vauxhall and Nissan in order to persuade them to keep their factories open? 

Well, Nissan's primary shareholder is Renault, with 43.4% of voting shares, which gives them control, as well as 15% of non-voting shares. Renault's main and controlling shareholder is the French government, with 15% of the shares - thus Boris is paying the French to keep one of their factories open in the UK.

Similarly, Vauxhall is a 50/50 merger between Fiat Chrysler and Peugeot and is Dutch domiciled since January of this year, thus Boris is paying the the French/Dutch to keep one of their factories open.

I'll bet that caused a few red faces in Tory circles and it's something they would rather be kept quiet...

On the plus side, however, a friend has informed me that we're due part ( or possibly all) of an £18bn windfall from the EU for fines imposed on tech giants by the EU, although I can't find any reference to it myself. That said, we'd get that within the EU anyway, so it's not really a gain and was afforded only by virtue of being in the EU in the first place.


Tuesday, 6 July 2021

Herd Immunity

It appears to me that the government's current strategy is for the nation to gain herd immunity through infection while we have a less virulent version of Covid doing the rounds. At first glance, this seems an entirely valid strategy, especially as the Delta variant is ripping through the population, but hospitalisations and deaths are remaining low.


However, this is herd immunity against the Delta variant, not necessarily future variants (which is why we have modifications to the flu vaccine on a yearly basis). If the virus is ripping through the population, then the chances of a new variant emerging are increased exponentially, any one of which could be lethal and vaccine-resistant; the chance of a variant emerging is directly proportional to the number of infections, and we currently are 4th highest in absolute cases and with the 3rd highest in numbers per million, thanks to Johnson not closing air corridors between the UK and India.

Managing Covid will have to be along the same lines as the way in which we manage flu - annual booster shots based on the prevalent variant. Masks and social distancing in the Covid season may also be necessary.

The question I have is, considering that the wearing of masks is more for the protection of others than oneself, why is the government relaxing mask usage when countries such as Israel, which has an enviable record on containing Covid, is doubling down on measures to prevent infections when it has only a fraction of the infections the UK has? 

There again, Johnson has an unenviable track record of imposing restrictions too late and relaxing them too early - why would we expect him to learn lessons from the past when he's refused to do so on every other occasion? It looks rather like repeating past mistakes in the hope of a different outcome.

Talk of taking personal responsibility is a diversion, as one is relying in the personal responsibility of others to oneself and, based on the inconsiderate actions of a considerable proportion of the population, I have little, if any, trust in the personal responsibility of many toward others. That's why we have speed limits and traffic lights. Smoking in pubs was banned because of the effects on other people - it wasn't left to personal responsibility. Is it such an imposition to wear a mask, for God's sake?

Then there's the fact at least 8 cases of the Lambda variant have been discovered in the UK and, according to science, this is more lethal than the Delta variant. Of most concern to scientists is its "potential increased transmissibility or possible increased resistance to neutralising antibodies" - meaning it could spread faster and be more resistant to vaccines or antibody treatments. 

I'm still seeing people on social media maintaining that masks are useless anyway. The most comprehensive study yet has shown science that everyone wearing masks cuts transmission by 25%. They also reduce particles exhaled by 62%. They're used by surgeons to prevent their patients getting bugs from surgeons - they're to protect others.

As for giving the NHS the George Cross, I feel a gesture that would be infinitely more appreciated is cancelling the outstanding university debt of all staff who worked during the pandemic. Care home staff too, although they're less likely to be doing university degrees.

Why is the government following this strategy? It has been argued many times that the government is more concerned about the economy than health, but that can't be right when we're hurtling into the effect of Brexit, which certainly isn't beneficial to the economy. Is it, perhaps, more to do with some form of masculine individuality, regardless of the consequence? That certainly ticks all the boxes on both Covid and Brexit. There is, however, another factor, which is it's currently not in the interest of the government to eradicate Covid, as it's a rather convenient smokescreen to hide the harmful effects of Brexit. 

There again, it could be a ploy to persuade more people to get the vaccine.

Perhaps it's worth quoting from Dom Cummings' blog about Boris Johnson: 

"Boris is complex portrayed as simple. Behind each mask lies another mask — but there’s no masterplan behind all the masks, just the age old ‘will to power’. He is happy to hide behind the mask of a clown, mostly unbothered by ridicule, while calculations remain largely hidden (including from parts of his own mind). 

"He rewrites reality in his mind afresh according to the moment’s demands. He lies – so blatantly, so naturally, so regularly – that there is no real distinction possible with him, as there is with normal people, between truth and lies. He always tells people what they want to hear and he never means it. He always says ‘I can’t remember’ when they remind him and is rarely ‘lying’. He trusts nobody including his own family yet bears almost no grudges. He will sacrifice anybody for his career yet wants to make up with people who have screwed him over. He will use anybody for anything but is more polite than most top politicians towards junior staff. He is totally untrusted by anybody in No 10. He’s almost as comfortable with living in chaos as Floyd Mayweather but panics all day about the media. He sometimes compares himself to historic titans (Octavian is a favourite) and regularly admits it’s ludicrous he’s prime minister. He’s hopeless at bureaucratic infighting and examines every room he enters for physical escape routes. 

"He is both much more useless than the media portray and much more capable of self-awareness and ruthlessness than they ever portray, or his enemies usually discern. He routinely says and does things so foolish that people are open-mouthed, and is so hopeless at getting rid of duffers, so determined to avoid difficult situations, that people are usually shocked when he suddenly moves with ruthless speed to remove them. He was desperate to be prime minister but has almost no interest in the job."

Cummings bears prime responsibility for getting Boris into the job he desperately wanted, but shows no interest in.


Monday, 5 July 2021

Old Sodbury Accident Investigation Bureau

Found the cause of my accident on the p-bike while doing some repairs on it - the hole in the clutch lever that holds the pin to keep it disengaged had sheared off.

I had foolishly not lubricated the cable and sheath sufficiently, making pulling the lever a monumental effort. The continual strain had weakened the lever itself and, while coasting up the pavement, the lever must have given up the ghost in the area of the retaining hole, engaging the drive unexpectedly and throwing me off the bike.


I've been advised to take up bare knuckle cage fighting, as it's safer than riding motorised bikes.


Sunday, 4 July 2021

Doppelganger

Yesterday we were watching the comedy film, Murder on the Blackpool Express, on TV and someone appeared in one shot (we joined late) and I could have sworn it was Robert Plant, but it turned out to be Griff Rhys Jones.


See what I mean? There is a high degree of similarity, but it was even closer in the shot I clocked Griff in and could be forgiven for the mistake. There again, I have had a blow on the head.

I've decided to send the new LCD screen and controller for the e-bike back to the sellers. The screen is lacking a full cable and the controller has an entirely different colour coding for the wires from the original and totally different connectors. Not worth the hassle. The lesson is that it's best to buy a complete kit than mix and match parts from different suppliers - a kit supplier will ensure there's some standardisation in the wire colours and connections.

Instead I have messaged the seller of the original 1500W kit and enquired whether they sell the controller separately. If they do, then I'll buy one from them. Much easier to effect the connections and the wire colours will all match.


Saturday, 3 July 2021

Abnormal

By transforming the ritual of standing to attention during the National Anthem, footballers woke us up. Parts of our brains activate as soon as we spot deviations from routine, social norms, and in-group tendencies. We want to know what’s happening and why. We need to know if the deviation poses a threat to us or our group. This may start to explain why so many people reacted with such fear and rage to a few athletes kneeling on the field in the midst of a national ritual. 


Breaking these norms is used intentionally to signal disagreement with the norms, as well as to signal that one is not conforming. It sparks strong emotion and backlash precisely because of its symbolic meaning - a threat to the status quo and existing power dynamic. 

When you mix power differences with intergroup dynamics, more factors come into play. High-privilege people, such as a numerical majority, are more likely to misinterpret nonverbal behaviour. The experience of having power makes us less accurate in reading suffering on the faces of strangers and emotions in static photos of facial expressions. Powerful people are less able to take the perspective of others and they’re quicker to confuse friendliness with flirtatiousness or silent protest with threat to their power structure. This is the empathy deficit of people with long-term power.

What do you think?


Bits and Bobs

Well, I received all the parts for the e-bike yesterday - the new LCD screen and the new controller - but guess what?

  1. The LCD screen ended in a short Julet connection and no extension to reach the controller and,
  2. While the controller had many connections similar to the old controller, half of them are totally different, requiring me to chop and change connectors on either the peripheral or at the controller end.

I asked the vendor of the LCD screen whether they supplied an extension and you'd think I was asking for Mars dust. They maintained all SW900 screens are the same, until I showed them the first half dozen I found on eBay, which had full tails to reach from the front of a bike to the rear and with the correct JST-SM connection.



In terms of connections between parts manufactured by different suppliers, it's currently the Wild West and you take your chances, as there are no accepted standards, unless buying a full kit from one supplier. The connectors all come from the RC (Remote Control) model market, so it would be handy to have a model shop nearby, but the nearest is in Frome.

My bike repair stand arrived, so working on brakes and gears is somewhat easier now.


One thing I must stop doing is fiddling with the bikes on gravel. The chance of losing a critical screw or nut in the gravel is rather high and I've simply been lucky thus far and have a strong magnet.


Friday, 2 July 2021

Bike Tales

Well, apparently I fell off my bike on Tuesday afternoon returning home from work and have no recollection of anything following that till waking up on Wednesday afternoon in Bristol's Southmead Hospital Neurosurgery Ward on Wednesday morning with a black eye and some gashes on my forehead.

A scan showed I'd sustained a fracture between my left eye's orbit and nose, necessitating taking it easy for 4 to 6 weeks - certainly no exercise and no wine. I'd been trying to mount the pavement and something had gone wrong, leaving me sprawled on the pavement with blood streaming from my bonce - although headwounds are notorious for looking worse than they actually are.

Of course, I wasn't wearing my crash helmet due to the distance home being only a couple of hundred yards - sheer stupidity on my part.

On the plus side, an old school mate happened to be in the country and came round in her Winnebago to wish me well while on her way to a holiday in the Brecons.


I was due to take No.2 Son to Winchester today to take possession of his flat ready for him starting university in September but, due to a number of administrative cock-ups, that has thankfully now been delayed till tomorrow.

The black eye will take a little while to disappear, I fear.


However, I'm in the very capable hands of my carer...

I was shocked no-one thought to take a selfie next to my inert body on the pavement though... 



Thursday, 1 July 2021

Ouch!

Update tomorrow, if I'm out of Southmead Hospital by then....