Tuesday, January 26, 2010

...all change?

thanks to Cambridge Cycling Campaign for the pic - click to go to websiteI had to attend a course on databases yesterday - sometimes my life just gets too exciting! After cycling into town I got onto the bus, asking the Eastern European driver where exactly the stop in the Flat Old Fen was. I know I've got a Scottish accent, but being married to an Englishwoman for nearly two decades - much of that time spent living in the Fens - has blunted it somewhat. Nevertheless, I had to sit down as wise as when I'd got on, which at that time in the morning isn't very wise at all. I wasn't as unlucky as the next chap, though - like the driver, English was his second language and he was gesticulating at a map trying to ask something. The two men found commclick to go to a review of this book about a Glesga clippieunication impossible, and the would-be voyager alighted.

What a change from the old days, I thought. We used to have an inspector on each bus who was, in Scotland, known as a clippie and - usually a woman - spoke the lingua franca, enjoining people to "come oan - get aff!" when the value of their ticket had expired and if asked, for example, if a bus went to the cemetery would reply "naw, it's afraid o' the ghosts!" You can make up your own replies for all sorts of situations, but the clippies kept it clean.

Still, I shouldn't complain in the light of what's happened in the Cambridgeshire town of Manea where a Nigerian-born German doctor who barely spoke English overestimated the amount of diamorphine (known as heroin on the streets) to give to 70-year-old David Gray by a factor of ten, killing him. The Cambridge News reveals that the company who employed Daniel Ubani as a locum had circulated an alert on the drug after two patients had placed in respiratory arrest after being prescribed overdoses - thank Heaven, they were resuscitated.

clcik to read Stephen Adams' article on Martin Amis and euthanasiaLife and death featured in the Telegraph, with Stephen Adams reporting on Martin Amis' remarks that we need euthanasia booths on street corners to cope with the "silver tsunami". It's ironic to see the man who accused US novelist Jacop Epstein of plagiarism himself stealing the idea of suicide booths first floated by sci-fi writer Robert Sheckley in his 1959 Immortality, Inc.; one wonders at what point the author, now 60, will see himself as part of the silver tsunami? Plus ça change...

I got to the Flat Old Fen, where the course went well, delivered by a team representing various Home Office initiatives who knew what they were talking about. But I wonder if one of them said more than he'd meant to when he said everything was "expected to change in two months when we get a change of government"?

Having gotten back to Cambridge in time for the evening rush-hour, I found myself sometimes going faclick to read more about the SPECS3 speed cameraster than the cars as I cycled up the city's Mill Road. So it was initially surprising to get back to work and read Chris Havergal's article for the Cambridge News speaking of a 20mph speed-limit for the thoroughfare, as I don't think any of the cars I passed managed to get up to that speed. I guess there's a problem with speeding as night draws on, but that's down to problems getting drivers to respect the present 30mph limit. There have been threats of 20mph zones for some time, but they were meaningless until the start of the year when speed cameras that can detect velocities slower than 30mph came onto the market.

tower at nightI had one stop before getting home, meeting Constanter to discuss an article he's thinking of writing for the mag over a pint at the Tintinnabula. After warming ourselves at the fire we looked out of the window at St Gallicus' tower illuminated by spotlights: symbol of the centuries-long process - whereby everything flows but slowly and organically - that builds a village like the Draughty Old Fen, it's the sort of sight that makes a long day worth it.


  1. 'course, we all know, doesn't matter what the speed limit sign says, if there's no enforcement. The limit on the street down the middle of my neighborhood is 30, but in rush hour folks avoiding nearby freeways not infrequently do 45, even in the rain - and there are a lot of pedestrians on that street, including schoolkids. Trouble is, the lights are timed so that if folks go that fast, they get all the lights green, and if they go the speed limit, they get them all red. I called the city about it, but either they don't have anyone capable of fixing it, or no one cares. It probably takes a lot of thought and care to set traffic lights correctly, but I wouldn't be surprised if they don't hire (pay) folks who could/would have the intelligence/care.

  2. The strange thing is, on one of Cambridge's busiest streets it used to be the other way round: the lights went green in such a way that if you caught them right, you could go through them all at 30mph. Then, they were suddenly out of synch - it's been suggested that this was to deliberately increase congestion in the city when we were going to have a congestion charge. But I wonder if people can now only get through all the lights by speeding?

  3. I never thought of that as an aftereffect of congestion pricing. Wow.


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