Friday, February 5, 2010

needle injury in a playground

click to go to the Look East HomepageIt was distressing to see on the Look East regional news magazine, then read in the Cambridge News yesterday, the news that a council worker had been jabbed in the leg by a used needle in a children's play area. But I found myself wishing that the former news outlet, part of the BBC, had researched their facts about the diseases that can be caught through contact with injecting equipment more thoroughly.

The needle had been wedged into the rope seat of a swing then, presumably, broken off, and had jabbed Jason Law, who works as a groundsman for Littleport Parish Council in East Cambridgeshire, through the trousers.

According to Look East, Mr Law would have "an agonising wait of 6-8 weeks" before he found out whether he would find if, God forbid, he had contracted anything from the needle.

This is tosh. The diseases most often caught from needles - Hepatitis B (against which any council should have workers like Mr Law vaccinated), Hepatitis C and HIV take a minimum of three months to show their ugly faces; in reality, negative test results are meaningless unless samples are taken six months after exposure. The Cambridge News got it right: "he has to have regular blood tests and injections over the next six months before, hopefully, being given the all-clear". The initial tests would have been at the behest of the behemoth which wban doormats? click to read moreants to stop schoolchildren play conkers, push gravestones over and now ban doormats: the insurance industry. Should Mr Law be found to already have an illness that might be caught through contact with needles or other injecting equipment - or indeed through something as innocent as a boyhood blood transfusion - any payout would be substantially reduced or indeed non-existent.

It's being presumed that the needle was put into the swing-seat maliciously, as well it may have been. On the other hand, there is a growing awareness among the various communities of injectinfits in a pocket: a typical burnbing drug-users that they have a responsibility not to allow their equipment to be reused, which might risk transferring the very beasties that Mr Law has been put at risk of. In the absence of education otherwise, they often stick needles into trees and snap the attached syringes off (and the needles often later fall out and await a passing child in thin-soled sandals).

The correct procedure, of course, is to place the used injecting equipment into a burnbin/sharpsbin and take it to a needle-exchange, which is usually a pharmacist displaying one of the symbols to the right; or it may be within a drugs agency; from either needle exchange signs for the uk and usthe burnbins will be collected and incinerated, hence the unofficial name "sinbin" (incineration-bin).

What happened to Mr Law is of course the responsibility of the individual drug-user, and if this individual is found I hope they lock him away and throw away the key, both for what they are putting the groundsman through and the risk to which they exposed children at play. But, given that in the year to April 2009 hundreds of paedophiles and rapists were let off with cautions, I'm not hopeful.

What doesn't help as well is the refusal of some authorities to accept that a serious class A problem exists within their boundaries - perhaps a consequence of public bodies being allowed to rate their own performance?

click to read an abstract on drinking in methadone usersAnother stumbling-block can be groups of residents fearful for their house-prices putting pressure on the outlets where Methadone is dispensed to be closed, as they are unhappy at seeing what in reality is a minority of clients collect their heroin-substitute then sit around swallowing cheap strong lager or cider. They're looking at the wrong side of the equation: if off-licenses, including shops that sell alcohol from dawn till after dusk, were forced to raise the price of their Carlsberg Special Brew, White Lightning Cider and the rest - as the Conservative Party has pledged to make happen - the problem would much lessen.

The war on drugs, of course, must continue; but like any war, resources must be targeted on a pragmatic basis. For example, it would make more sense to decriminalise or even prescribe - under strictly controlled conditions - diamorphopium poppy: click to read moreine (heroin) for the purposes of detoxification than to cede to the many attacks on the illegality of cannabis, because the problem of cannabis cultivation can largely be dealt with within our shores, whereas 95% of heroin comes from Afghanistan. Until a decision can be made as to whether to buy the products of the poppy fields at a higher rate than the Taliban offer and produce pharmaceutical opiates, or apply liberal helpings of Agent Orange (or some such herbicide) thereupon, all we can do is disconnect what supply from demand as we can and deal with the effects of what gets through.

But all this doesn't help Mr Law. I wish him as much peace as he can garner over the coming months, and hope he is given the support he so richly deserves for his devotion to his job.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

top tips for Tuesday

top tips for Tuesday
click to read more about JIDF and the Shorty AwardsDavid Appletree from the Jewish Internet Defence Force (@JIDF) is presently at #2 in the Shorty Awards for Politics and, in being behind a Hamas sympathiser close to the Whitehouse, finds his shoulders bearing the hopes of many whose voices are being suppressed. Visit his site to find out what to do or, if you know, cast your vote!
clikc to read more about this explosive story

In an explosive post, John Smeaton, SPUC Director relates in interview with the former director of an abortion clinic in Texas who has become pro-life after assisting in an abortion procedure and discovering that pro-choice and pro-abortion are synonymous.
click to read Damien Thompson's Telegraph blog on the Pope versus the Labour Party
Pope Benedict XII has made a stinging attack on the absolutism of equality (could one say diversity-ridden?) contained in Harriet Harman's Equality Bill, but Telegraph journalist Damien Thomson says in his blog that the situation is far more complex than the Holy See against the British Government.
click to read Cranmer's response to Richard Dawkins
Virtual prelate Cranmer, in response to a letter published by Richard Dawkins in the Times, gives the waspish theophobe a long and well-thought-out reply. One wonders if Dawkins' response, should he deign to give one, will be equally coherent.

(Update: more on Dawkins from Heresy Corner. )

click to read about liberal democrat friendly fire on Richard Normington's site

Richard Normington reflects on a spectacular own goal by a Liberal Democrat who appears to have been throwing stones too close to his colleague Killian Bourke's glasshouse.
click to learn about algebra on Republic of Mathematics


Here's a post from Republic of Mathematics about Algebra as arithmetic on names. Enjoy.
click to read about the latest Hammer film

They're back...do you remember settling down in front of a Hammer film in delighted anticipation of the shivers and the cheese? The Horror Squad announces the director of Hammer redux's production of Susan Hill's short story The Woman in Black.
click to see what Christians face in the Hamastan of Gaza

Life in Gaza is often presented as a struggle of Palestinians against Israelis somehow occupying their own country's territory, but Media Backspin presents a disturbing exposé of the realities for Christians in Hamastan.

yet another gaffe by the IPCC - click to go to WUWT


Meteorologist Anthony Watts presents yet another reference on an International Panel for Climate Change paper that is somewhat less than peer-reviewed: in this case, an article from the New York Times.



And finally, the old ones are the best...

top ten songs for St Valentine's Day

Click here to view this post for 56k modems, or slow broadband connections

Once again we're approaching St Valentine's day, in the runup to which postal St Valentine, from a modern tapestryworkers are kept working overtime taking cards ranging from the sublime to the cheesy - and often unsigned - from A to B.

Valentine is reckoned to have been a bishop of the early church in Rome at a time when legionaries had been forbidden to marry, as senior members of the Senate reckoned the marital to detract from the martial. Managers of football teams used to have equivalent ideas and ban WAGS from travelling with players for big fixtures; o tempora, o mores...

10 - The Carpenters voice what it feels like to want to be in love, but for love to escape one...a feeling not unknown to adolescents nor, unfortunately, to Karen Carpenter for most of her life.







9 Deep Purple, in something of a symphonic rarity from their 1969 Book of Taliesyn LP, describe from an adolescent male's point of view the emptiness referred to in the above song, and the epic heights to which boys (and men) can elevate an attraction that's not always much more than hormonal.






8 Sometimes young people find themselves thrown together then torn apart - especially in times of war. Here's Dame Vera Lynn singing about precious time together in a song that elements in the Government of the time tried unsuccessfully to ban: That Lovely Weekend.






Harriet Smithson: click to read more from the Hector Berlioz website7 Symphonie Fantastique, 1st movement: Hector Berlioz composed this section of his emotional record of artistic life recalling himself at a dance when his beloved - Harriet Smithson - suddenly appears: a sweet moment when it happens, and sometimes this sort of thing does. One might see it as a classical version of Lennon and McCartney's I saw her standing there. Here it is performed by Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School's Senior Orchestra.







6 Janine - David Bowie, written by the songsmith about the girlfriend of a Polish acquaintance. I'm reminded of a trip to Ireland in the 1970s a my Mum sought out somebody she'd met at a party, presumably to ease the loneliness in the wake of my Dad's death. (Coming back there were no hotel places, but a Dublin Gardaí division let us sleep in their interrogation room.) Also of an ill-advised engagement to a Swiss girl after a holiday romance; thankfully, in both cases, good sense intervened before too much damage could be done.






5 There's an ongoing debate over the degree to which Shakespeare understood women. I don't know if that will ever be resolved, but Abba's songwriting team of Björn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson put words into the mouths of their spouses, Anni-Frid Lyngstad and Agnetha Fältskog, that evinced an understanding of the female mind that sold millions of records, not least to women. One record in particular, The Day before you Came, reminds me of a poem by rennaissance woman Joyce Grenfell called Ordinary Morning:
It felt like an ordinary morning
It began in an ordinary way
And then, without warning
Ordinary morning
Became extraordinary day.

Hadn't the slightest sort of inkling -
No-one said love was on its way -
And then, within a twinkling
Without the smallest inkling Joyce Grenfell: click to read more
It became an extraordinary day.

For there you were
And the whole world stood still.
There you were,
I lved you then, and I always will.

At first, an ordinary morning.
Began on an ordinary way,
And then my heart was beating
At this ordinary meeting
And we both knew
This was not an ordinary day.
The song is all the more poignant as it was released as the band was disintegrating:







4 Sometimes we form pairings that, for better or worse, fall apart. Sometimes couples reunite, other times they don't; the pain of parting is universal - but not all separations are forever...







3 ...as Emmy-Lou Harris sings: Together Again.







2 And when he and she are reunited, one hopes that romance still lives:







1 This song reminds me of my wedding to Maxima, my love. We had no money, but when we arrived at Church there were so many beautiful flowers; to this dayI don't know who provided them, but every night I thank God for them.




Have a happy Valentine's Day.

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top ten songs for St Valentine's Day for 56k modems

To view the YouTube videos embedded for broadband modems, click here.


Once again we're approaching St Valentine's day, in the runup to which postal St Valentine, from a modern tapestryworkers are kept working overtime taking cards ranging from the sublime to the cheesy - and often unsigned - from A to B.

Valentine is reckoned to have been a bishop of the early church in Rome at a time when legionaries had been forbidden to marry, as senior members of the Senate reckoned the marital to detract from the martial. Managers of football teams used to have equivalent ideas and ban WAGS from travelling with players for big fixtures; o tempora, o mores...

10 - The Carpenters voice what it feels like to want to be in love, but for love to escape one...a feeling not unknown to adolescents nor, unfortunately, to Karen Carpenter for most of her life.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1tjFIuyCAU

9 Deep Purple, in something of a symphonic rarity from their 1969 Book of Taliesyn LP, describe from an adolescent male's point of view the emptiness referred to in the above song, and the epic heights to which boys (and men) can elevate an attraction that's not always much more than hormonal.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAsGTkksHB4

8 Sometimes young people find themselves thrown together then torn apart - especially in times of war. Here's Dame Vera Lynn singing about precious time together in a song that elements in the Government of the time tried unsuccessfully to ban: That Lovely Weekend.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUeBMKN0mGM

Harriet Smithson: click to read more from the Hector Berlioz website7 Symphonie Fantastique, 1st movement: Hector Berlioz composed this section of his emotional record of artistic life recalling himself at a dance when his beloved - Harriet Smithson - suddenly appears: a sweet moment when it happens, and sometimes this sort of thing does. One might see it as a classical version of Lennon and McCartney's I saw her standing there. Here it is performed by Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School's Senior Orchestra.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2yLUxvrCvc

6 Janine - David Bowie, written by the songsmith about the girlfriend of a Polish acquaintance. I'm reminded of a trip to Ireland in the 1970s a my Mum sought out somebody she'd met at a party, presumably to ease the loneliness in the wake of my Dad's death. (Coming back there were no hotel places, but a Dublin Gardaí division let us sleep in their interrogation room.) Also of an ill-advised engagement to a Swiss girl after a holiday romance; thankfully, in both cases, good sense intervened before too much damage could be done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vSt9PJV5CAo

5 There's an ongoing debate over the degree to which Shakespeare understood women. I don't know if that will ever be resolved, but Abba's songwriting team of Björn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson put words into the mouths of their spouses, Anni-Frid Lyngstad and Agnetha Fältskog, that evinced an understanding of the female mind that sold millions of records, not least to women. One record in particular, The Day before you Came, reminds me of a poem by rennaissance woman Joyce Grenfell called Ordinary Morning:
It felt like an ordinary morning
It began in an ordinary way
And then, without warning
Ordinary morning
Became extraordinary day.

Hadn't the slightest sort of inkling -
No-one said love was on its way -
And then, within a twinkling
Without the smallest inkling Joyce Grenfell: click to read more
It became an extraordinary day.

For there you were
And the whole world stood still.
There you were,
I lved you then, and I always will.

At first, an ordinary morning.
Began on an ordinary way,
And then my heart was beating
At this ordinary meeting
And we both knew
This was not an ordinary day.
The song is all the more poignant as it was released as the band was disintegrating:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qIV2ZE-cf6A

4 Sometimes we form pairings that, for better or worse, fall apart. Sometimes couples reunite, other times they don't; the pain of parting is universal - but not all separations are forever...



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1O_0ibqzUg


3 ...as Emmy-Lou Harris sings: Together Again.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RG1qTFZSiAM

2 And when he and she are reunited, one hopes that romance still lives:



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tyrqgTsjNGg

1 This song reminds me of my wedding to Maxima, my love. We had no money, but when we arrived at Church there were so many beautiful flowers; to this dayI don't know who provided them, but every night I thank God for them.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WnbqwWm17Sc


Have a happy Valentine's Day.

Friday, January 29, 2010

so why was she in court?

"If you have a body...then it has to be tested in court."

That's what Anne Widdecombe said on TV earlier this week on another subject, but it provides a perfect answer to the question Caroline Gammell posed in the Telegraph: Why was Kay Gilderdale in court charged with attempted murder?

A month after the Director of Public Prosecutions issued guidelines on assisted suicide that SPUC said "legally downgrade the right to life of disabled or terminally-ill people", Kay Gilderdaleread why protection against assisted suicide must stay on John Smreaton's blog's daughter Lynn - who had chronic myalgic encepalopathy (ME or chronic fatigue syndrome - took an overdose of her prescribed morphine, at which point Gilderdale mater then fed her sleeping-pills and antidepressants and injected air into her veins. She was cleared by a jury on Monday 25 January.

My first reaction to the headline was to wonder why the woman might not be in court for attempted murder at least, but it was interesting to read on and find out that a spokesman for another mother who had killed her child shortly beforehand commented: "Frances’s conviction and sentence were wrong and for this lady it seems they have got it right".

The lady in question is Frances Inglis, who is also referenced in the Guardian's treatment of the Mrs Gildpolice pic of Frances Inglis - click to read how jurors were heckled in courterdale, where we learn that Mrs Inglis bought two grams of heroin from dealers and injected her son with it.

The Disability Matters blog, however, fleshes out some details about what happened after Inglis' son, became brain-damaged after either falling out of or jumping from the ambulance that had come for him after he'd been in a fight:
Frances Inglis...immediately became obsessed with ending his life, repeatedly making the case to anyone who would listen that she did not think any treatment was in her son's best interest. She visited her son almost constantly and was described by Thomas’ brother, Alexander, as "obsessive and negative."

Only 10 days after the accident, Inglis decided that she had to “put her son out of his misery.” So she injected him with a lethal dose of morphine. While Thomas was successfully resuscitated, he had been without oxygen long enough that his brain damage was much worse...Out on bail, a condition of which was that she go nowhere near Thomas, she disguised herself as Thomas' aunt, fooled the nurses, and injected Thomas with a fatal dose of heroin.
Two grams of heroin is a prodigious amount but, even if only a quarter-pure, it would be a massive overdose. One only hopes that the material with which the heroin was "cut" - and cut it certainly was, as she bought it from dealers - wasn't medically active click here if you're having problems with heroinand didn't cause any seizures as the boy passed away.


Pro-euthanasia campaigners would reply that if physician-assisted suicide were legal, Thomas would have been given pharmaceutical diamorphine (heroin), but, given the material above, it's by no means certain that a doctor would have considered Thomas eligible - although in a chilling caveat, Richard Normington quotes Dr Reginaclick to read Doctors who Kill by Regina Dwyer on the New York Times site Dwyer's conclusion to a New York Times article on doctors who kill:
In the end, we doctors are no different than the rest of you. We probably turn killer less often than most other occupations. But our ranks have and will always include the deeply flawed, the greedy, the delusional, bunglers, rationalizers and just plain sociopaths - like every other population.
But the issue isn't doctor-assisted suicide, as opposed as I am to that. It's how we prevent, in some cases, abuse of the effective power that members of the above categories have to kill the sick relative of their choice, and in others - given assisted-suicide supporter Jamie Dettmer's assertion that Mrs. Gilderdale had sought to dissuade her bedridden daughter, Lynn, from wanting to end [her] life - people wracked by pain and despair and in crisis from unintentionally applying emotional blackmail upon their loved ones to act with lethal effect upon them.

James Stewart as Buttons: click for an analysis of the sad clown in cultureI'm sure Kay Gilderdale and Frances Inglis are, possibly in different ways, occupying somewhere resembling hell right now. Cecil B De Mille, for example, in his 1952 The Greatest Show on Earth, presented a visual interpretation of a self-assumed mark of Cain in Buttons the Clown's smiley face perpetually masking the lugubrious demeanour of somebody who has "killed the thing he loved".

That's why killing sick or disabled people, although it has always happened, has always been fenced in by a taboo which the Establishment is dismantling to all of our peril.

And, for all the guidelines revolving around assisted suicide and living wills, that's why Kay Gilderdale was in court charged with attempted murder.

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.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

it begins

American Life League: click to read moreI hadn't intended to blog right now, as this is the time of the month I'm editing a local magazine; I'd included everybody's articles and been seen generally as a good egg, only to find that I'd used the wrong template, and will have to cut several pages. Boy, am I going to be popular...

Then I heard, from the American Life League, that the International Planned Parenthood Foundation (IPPF), descended from the organisation founded by egregious racist Margaret Sanger in 1916, is rising to the crisis. At a time when medical charities are appealing for antiobiotics, painkillers, antiseptics, dressings, cast-material, clean injecting equipment and vitamins, IPPF is appealing for money for condoms.

As if to add insult to injury, the IPPF shows its hand in a 2007 article stating that a key HIV strain came from Haiti. Had they done any research, they would have found that HIV-1 did not come from Haiti but passed through it: as in so many other areas, the island was more sinned against than sinning.

There is a spectrum of views upon the part condoms - and other genuine means of contraception (ie not abortifacients) - can play in relationships, and views on all points thereof are carefully and cerebrally defended. However, what the IPPF is saying with its appeal has no place on that spectrum. It is saying that, to put it bluntly, victims of the Haitian earthquake are too many, too poor and too black. If the IPPF or any analogous organisation is allowed a foothold on the island, doctors and nurses who need vaccines, painkillers, clean injecting equipment etc will find the same that too many workers have found in Africa: that the cupboards are full of virtually nothing but condoms. Please do not donate to this racist organisation and its fellow-travellers.

On the plus side, Pam from Texas has kindly given me details of two organisations in addition to the many which are genuinely trying to help Haiti. Firstly, there's Catholic Relief Services, and also Mercy Corps, which for the present has an anonymous donor matching other donations up to $250,000. So who's that? God knows.

click to go to the Catholic Relief Services website

click here to go to Mercy Corps

click to read updates about Haiti