Monday, January 30, 2017

We're all Muslims now

and black and sick and Asian and Jewish and gay and old and homeless and catholic and refugees and artists and women and prisoners and disabled and...

What has happened this weekend strips us all of a little bit of humanity. You don't notice the little bits being chipped away until you turn around one day and look for compassion and find there's nothing there.

Two things have been going round in my head all weekend. The first is Martin Niemöller’s poem:


First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me — and there was no one left to speak for me.


Niemöller was a German Lutheran pastor interned in Sachsenhausen and Dachau concentration camps from 1938 to 1945. He initially supported Hitler and his poem is an attempt to address the guilt he felt.

And the second thing is the Manics’"If you tolerate this your children will be next"

David Slack ‏@slack2thefuture says it much better than me, well he is a professional writer after all,
“Remember sitting in history, thinking “If I was alive then, I would’ve…”
You’re alive now. Whatever you’re doing is what you would’ve done.”





What are you going to do?






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Saturday, April 16, 2011

In Memoriam

Two funerals in five days. I've got to say that we've had better weeks. But the turn out at both was amazing. With Gran H being 95, you don't expect many people to attend because most of their contemporaries are either dead or unable to travel; but Gran was such a great character that she had an impact on so many people's lives in the village and beyond, so the church was full. It was a very fitting tribute to her. I felt really guilty 'cos people kept coming up to me and saying, "Oh, you're so brave to come to Gran's just funeral before your Mum's", but as I said, "A day off work and a free lunch, what's not to turn up for?". I'm going to steal a comment that a friend made when we told him about Gran, I hope he doesn't mind, "You are right - jolly good innings - just took her eye off the ball as she closed in on her century. Never mind, splendid knock all the same." It's a cricketing metaphore that my Mum would have appreciated, but I suspect that she was slightly less than chipper to be bowled out for 73.

My parents' house had a small rain-forest's worth of cards when we got there at the weekend, with 10 - 20 more arriving in every post. We expected a good crowd at my Mum's, with her being a pillar of the church and on just about every circuit committee going but, when we got to church, a friend came out and said, "You won't believe how many people are in there." The church has folding doors at the back that can be opened to use an annex, and the back of the annex also has sliding doors that can be opened to bring the church hall into use. Well, both of those were open and the tables that had been set out in the hall for the post-funeral refreshments had to be moved. A conservative estimate is 250 people, many of whom had come from all corners of the counrty.

It was a very nice service - you can always tell when a Minister has actually known the deceased - and there was some excellent Methodist singing, with the Welsh exiles saying that the rendition of Guide Me, O Thou Great Jehovah was better than they'd heard at the Millenium Stadium (you know, I nearly typed Cardiff Arms Park there)!

We had a great 'funeral tea' (I was still eating the left-overs a week later!) and many people stayed 'til we'd got back from the crem., so we did lots of chatting and circulating. Varty's did a lovely job, as usual, but I felt like saying to Bill, "Don't take this amiss, but I really hope we don't see you for a while!", as 3 funerals in 2 years is enough for anyone. Mum's funeral was only a week short of being 2 years to the day since we'd buried her Mother. I think Dad's nearly paid for that natty little XF that the pall-bearers use on his own!

Funny moment of the last few weeks: when the Minister visited Mum a few days before died it was the first time that I'd met her 'cos she's quite new to the church. She looked at my Mum's comatose visage, looked at me, looked back to Mum and said, "Ooo, yes, I can see whose daughter you are!". I've got to say that my Mum had looked better than she did at that moment, but what do you say? "Er, yes, thanks..." was all I managed!

At the same moment we were cremating my Mum, the travel company was leaving a message on our answerphone telling us that the trip to Syria was cancelled. OK, so we'd expected it, but their timing could have been better! We've re-booked for the same trip next year. Apparently, for some travellers, it will be third time lucky as their trip last year was cancelled because of the ash cloud! So we're nicking the in-laws' MX5 and heading down to Northcote Manor in Devon again for the Easter weekend. I think we will appreciate some luxury and pampering.

Anyway, just because rellies are dying left right and centre and my holiday has been cancelled, that's no excuse not to listen to some excellent music. Currently playing on the car's CD is Faure's Requiem and I've managed to find the same version on-line. So here is the sublime Pie Jesu sung even more sublimely by Suzanne Danco (Decca 1960)

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Tuesday, March 29, 2011

More Funerals

We've had two deaths in the space of a week. Jon's paternal Gran died in the early hours of Sunday 20th March and my Mum died at lunchtime on Saturday 26th. It was very sad to see Gran, who was always more akin to a force of nature, deteriorate over the past month or so, but she made it into her mid-90s - my Mum passing at 73 was rather more of a shock. Well, not an immediate shock, because we knew it was happening but in our families we just expect the women to live longer than that!

Mum had ovarian cancer 5 years ago and it came back very agressively during last year. After spending 8 weeks in The Christie Hospital in Manchester receiving excellent care and treatment, they found that the cancer wasn't responding to the chemo. So she had 4 weeks at home being looked after by my Dad and some lovely carers and District Nurses.

So, Gran's funeral is on Friday and Mum's is next Tuesday.

If anyone who knew Mum would like to donate to the Christie Hospital memorial fund, you'll find it here

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Wednesday, September 08, 2010

My Hero

I don't have many heroes because most people in the public eye are as flawed as the rest of us, or more so. I suppose Clive Stafford-Smith comes close or Hester Stanhope, but I think Camila Batmanghelidjh probably encapsulates who I would like to be if I were a better person.

Brought up in an amazingly wealthy Iranian family, Ms Batmanghelidjh and her siblings were at school in England when the revolution happened and they lost touch with their parents. With the help of her school she managed to get asylum and then worked in nurseries to fund her way through university. For some reason she'd always wanted to work with disadvantaged children and did that as a psychotherapist, first working with the children the wealthy and then working with the sort of kids who get referred to Social Services.

In 1996 Ms Batmanghelidjh set up Kids Company to help the children we ignore until they get into the headlines of tabloid newspapers as the victims, or perpetrators, of violence. Around the same time one prominent comedian was developing his catch-phrase of, "Tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime" and, whilst I remember him eventually slapping an asbo on anyone who couldn't run away fast enough, I recall him doing precious little about the last part of that phrase. Disadvantage (not just financial poverty, but poverty of expectation, a lack of family support, poverty of ambition) and the other myriad causes of crime and social disaffection, was not tackled on a national level. Throughout the period since 1996 social inequality got worse, with the richest and poorest moving further apart (IFS Report), whilst social mobility has also declined (Sutton Trust/Guardian) - so if you're born on a sink estate in Doncaster, you're more likely to remain there.Camila

So, thank goodness someone decided to do what she could to help these children. When the crimes they commit reach the headlines we are rightly disgusted, but the backgrounds they come from should really turn our stomachs. She works with children who have been the subject of abuse and/or neglect since infancy, whose parents often have their own mental or substance dependency problems and cannot/will not care for them so that the parent-child relationship is either reversed, or the child goes 'feral'. One story: "She tells me of a boy who came to her aged 12. He had already stabbed his stepfather for attacking his mother. Both were crack addicts and the boy, always fearful, slept with knives under his pillow. He was a terrifying, angry child, she recalls. But she persisted: “I’d follow him around and sit next to him and say ‘You’re too cute to frighten me!’” Gradually his story unfolded, the beatings, neglect, the gun put in his mouth by a junkie. But what kept the boy coming to Kids Co was that it understood his mind, his urge to switch from victim of violence to perpetrator, how only torturing and persecuting others gave him mental relief." (Timesonline). Now aged 22 the young man is at college, studying for a professional qualification.

This story is by far not the worst: a quick Google will bring up the life-histories of other children that she's told to various newspapers. Is it any wonder that some of these children will turn to abusing others to re-capture a sense of power or respect that is missing from their lives; or will join a gang because it gives them a surrogate family that's probably less abusive than their own? Many years ago I read one report in which Ms Batmanghelidjh estimated that up to 40% of the children on some London housing estates were 'lost' - not in school, not contacted by Social Services, no GP, left to fend for themselves. What happens to these children as adults? What sort of families and relationships do they go on to have? Of course with many of them we know that they end up in the criminal justice system, or their children end up in care, but what about the rest? What effects is the abuse they suffered in childhood having on the next generation and on wider society?

The great thing is that many of the children themselves self-refer to Kids Company, or bring in friends that they think are in trouble. They realise that their lives shouldn't be like that and they find help. Of these, 96% return to education or employment and there's an 88% reduction in crime (Independent) - back to that phrase of "tough on the causes of crime" again. And that's why it's important that we don't leave the most disadvantaged in society to fend for themselves, because the effects end up permeating through society as a whole: your car gets broken into to support someone's drug habit; you're frightened to walk down a street because of the gang on the corner; crime ends up being the only job for the kid who can't read or write (illiteracy rates of those who end up in prison have changed little since the turn of the 19th century). With cuts in public spending which are going to hit services to the disadvantaged most, sadly, people like Camila Batmanghelidjh will become more important. Isn't it sad that in the 4th richest country on the planet we still have a level of people whose lives are so blighted, with a blight that infects future generations?

If I were a better, braver, more patient person (or liked children) I'd volunteer for such work myself, but I'll have to content myself with making donations to charity and looking with awe at one of my heroes. I do also envy her dress sense, 'larger than life' character and the entrepreneurial spirit that enabled her to establish her various ventures. After all, (to misquote Caitlin Moran) someone with 'Batman' in her name can probably do just about anything!

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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Henry Surtees was only 18 when he died in a racing accident almost a year ago - only a few weeks after we'd taken this photo of him driving one of his Dad's old GP cars up the Hill Climb at Goodwood Festival of Speed. A talented up-and-coming racing driver, Henry was following in his father's footsteps, well, probabbly not all of them as his Dad remains the only person to have won world championships on both 2- and 4-wheels.




















Anyway, Henry's school friends are swimming the English Channel next week in Henry's memory to raise funds for the Surtees family's nominated charity, Headway, which helps those with brain injuries. Yes, you did read that right, they are SWIMMING THE ENGLISH CHANNEL! Their Just Giving page is here if you'd like to donate. If you're reading this after the Just Giving site has closed, please click on the word Headway above to go to their donations site.

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Saturday, October 17, 2009

From Tunisia Sept 09
This year we're off to sunny...

Tunisia actually and as you can see it wasn't! But we still got out to lots of 'sites': Punic and Roman Carthage; Tunis and the Bardo museum; the Ribat at Sousse; the medina, a mausoleum and a mosque in Kairouan; and the amazing museum and Roman amphitheatre at El Djem.

The museum at El Djem had an excavated Roman villa in it and a partly excavated Roman town - really stunning. They have so many fantastic mosaics that all the museums we went to had them set in the floor for you to walk on, or have them in situ out in the open in the villa or town for you to stroll on - things that are so rare over here in the UK that they're treated like fragile fabrics; protected behind glass.

Tunisia was great, much less hassle than in Egypt and a lot cheaper too.

Anyway, now we're back we can enjoy our new sofa and chair. Lise will remember our old sofa 'cos when she moved into her first house they bought a grey and white striped sofa from Habitat. When we moved into our first house a about a year later (May 1990) we bought the peach and white striped sofa-bed version. I gave it a new seat pad and re-covered it in a Laura Ashley yellow and orange check when we moved to the new house in 2000, but it's now come to the end of its life and has been replaced by something rather Edwardian looking with large maroon chenille flowers on a dark grey background. We've also replaced the wooden framed chair that I 'bought' as one of a pair from the chap I used to work for in a newsagent's when I was a teenager: I say 'bought' 'cos all he wanted was a £10 donation to charity and I had to store them at Nanna's for several years before I had a house to put them in. The new chair is a sober cream with beige and brown stripes.

Last year Jon replaced the large heavy old armchair (which must have been about 50 years old) his Gran and Grandad had given us when they were replacing their suite 15 years ago with a very nice leather armchair from Laura Ashley. So the living room now looks rather elegant, although I'm not sure that the furniture quite matches the walls and curtains, but I don't think I can be bothered doing anything about it!

Now to start saving up to have the boiler replaced, but I don't think that will be quite so much fun as choosing furniture!

Oh, and, have you sponsored Claire yet? Click on the 'donate' link on the right to read about her up-coming trek. She's done so well at controlling her diabetes through diet that the doc has taken her off the insulin for a trial period - how good is that?! We're off on a training walk with her tomorrow, so fingers crossed that the weather will stay fine.

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Monday, December 01, 2008

And, by popular demand...

The last pictures of Mr H's 'tache before it was so cruely cut off in its prime.

As the finale to Movember they got some local school children in to vote on the best bit of facial hair in the office - erm, I'm not sure that 'beauty pagent' is quite the right phrase... Local school children judging the best 'tache competition
Unsurprisingly, it was Pete wot won it with this stunning display of facial foliage - how did you manage that in just a month? I reckon there must have been liberal applications of 'Miracle Grow'!

Anyway, they raised around £1,000 for charity - including a couple of hundred made in one day by selling home-made cakes to the other offices - with the company matching that, so £2,000 in total. They're all back to being clean-shaven now (much to the relief of their wives and children). Never has a month seemed so long!Best 'Tache competition winner Pete with Jon


















Let's just hope they don't decide to go for Decembeards next year!

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

Are we hairy, yes we are!


As week 2 ends I'm a bit worried about the addition of a pipe.


Apparently, people keep telling Jon that the 'tash suits him so I do hope he's not getting too used to it!














Here are some of the other n'er-do-wells who are taking part - I'm no expert, but I think the one on the bottom left is a fake...

 
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Thanks to those who have made a donation to the charity. Here's the link to Jon's MOVember page again. Their fund raising is doing very well, considering they've only been at it for a couple of weeks. If you do want to donate online, please click the badge below and then click 'donate' and choose 'donate to a team' and type 'magnum i.t' - this means that the money will show up as being raised by all the team.

Movember - Sponsor Me

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Saturday, November 08, 2008

First week's progress

Well, as you can see, Jon is developing a fine bit of facial hair - and he looks about as happy with it as I am! Luckily, he looks more WWI officer than gay porn star, but there's time yet...

 

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Here's the link to Jon's MOVember page again. Their fund raising is doing very well, considering they've only been at it for a week. If you do want to donate online, please click the badge below and then click 'donate' and choose 'donate to a team' and type 'magnum i.t' - this means that the money will show up as being raised by all the team.

Movember - Sponsor Me

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Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Mr Ferret grows whiskers...

Everyone in Jon's office is raising money for 'Movember' - a charity event held during November each year that raises funds for, and awareness of, men's health issues, in particular prostate cancer. For the men this involves growing moustaches... Yes, Jon with facial hair... Never will 30 days have gone past so slowly. Hopefully we'll be able to post update photos as the month progresses, but we doubt he'll manage any of these by the end of the month.

Anyway, here's a link to Jon's MOVember page. If you do want to donate online, please click the badge below and then click 'donate' and choose 'donate to a team' and type 'magnum i.t' - this means that the money will show up as being raised by all the team.

Movember - Sponsor Me

Tagged...

OK, so I've been tagged by Lizzie to reveal 6 random things about myself. The tag rules are: link to the person who tagged you; post the rules on your blog; write 6 random things about yourself; tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them; let each person you have tagged know by leaving a comment on their blog; let the tagger know when your entry is posted.

Well, I can't tag 6 others 'cos I don't know anyone else (other than Lizzie) who blogs, but here goes for the random stuff...

1. I once had an erotic dream about Michael Portillo. You can't imagine how much that scared the s**t out of me when I woke up...

2. As a child I wanted to be Jewish and wear glasses. Well, I now wear glasses and, as an atheist, I make do with cooking chicken soup.

3. I've just found out how much I hate moustaches (see above). No, I really hate moustaches...

4. I love these people. I wish it was real life 'cos I'd move in.

5. I think that one of these is the best song ever written: The Lodger; Sister Josephine

6. I work on the 9th floor of a building on a hill which gives me views of two of Wiltshire's white horses, as well as most of Bath - does it get much better than that?

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