Have you ever had one of those days..?

Weeks/months/years.

I’m writing this as predominantly a whinging exercise whilst trying to defrost after walking back from taking my car to the garage and contemplating ringing up my phone insurance company – attempts at trying to fix two things that have failed on me in the last week.

Fortunately I don’t believe in karma, fate, bad luck or any of that nonsense or I’d be pretty convinced by now that I’d done something terribly wrong and was receiving due punishment. I just seem to be encountering a small series of unfortunate incidents which got me thinking how miserable January seems to be for most people. It’s cold, wet, dark, you’re forced back to work after enjoying a brief Christmas respite and most people seem to be complaining they need to lose x number of pounds after festive overindulgence. I don’t really get the overindulgence problem as I’d find it difficult to overindulge on anything. I can’t really cope with a great deal of rich food at once, my drinking over Christmas was pretty much zero as I had a lot of work to do and I developed a slight cold, which put me off food and drink anyway. I’ve only just made it through a cheese board I was given in mid-December (very nice, too) and Christmas present based confection is still floating around the house, which will probably last until the end of the month. I don’t appreciate the cold and dark though and Christmas seems to have left me with the inability to get to sleep before 4am every night, which is quite annoying. Despite the sleep deprivation, the cold, the dark, several deadline and the return to work I was getting on quite cheerfully. My car, on the other hand, gave in to January melancholia.

I’d thought a couple of weeks ago that it didn’t seem to be driving properly but I only use my car a couple of days a week and am a fairly terrified driver anyway, which sometimes makes me paranoid that the car is going to fall apart at any second. I put the perceived problem down to my over-active imagination and carried on – until a warning light appeared on the dash board and it started jerking about the place. I was fairly disheartened, as I’ve only had the car since Summer and I spent a lot getting it up to scratch when I got it (second hand) so a new problem to pay to fix is quite annoying, as it having to get the bus to work in the snow because you’re waiting to take the car to the garage. I deposited my car at the garage this morning, after liberating the windscreen wipers from several inches of iced over snow and causing my fingers a great deal of cold induced pain, before sliding my way home on the iced over pavements.

Over the weekend I had my second unfortunate incident. Prior to  this I was feeling quite jovial as I’d submitted a case study I’d spent a lot of time working on and was feeling the sense of heady freedom that comes with not having another deadline for 11 days. Then, I made the mistake of leaning over in the bathroom (never underestimate the perils of leaning over) and my precious and beloved phone fell out of my, frankly pathetic excuse for a hoodie pocket and straight down the toilet. I had it out and wrapped in a towel within seconds, actually I don’t think I’ve ever reacted to anything so quickly. Even when the office microwave set on fire I just casually mentioned the fact to somebody else and carried on trying to pin my calendar to the wall, expecting they would go deal with the fire. They did, after they realised I wasn’t joking, and all was well.

At first the phone seemed fine and I congratulated myself for keeping it in such a durable case and having a screen cover. Then the camera flash light came on and wouldn’t go off. I managed to fix it after an over an hour of drying out but various problems have come and gone since, including Siri awakening and talking to me from my pocket at random, which is fairly perturbing. I’ve tried to avoid having to replace the phone, hoping it would make a full recovery, as I’ve become very attached to it. Unfortunately, the problems are still persisting and I’m going to have to ring the insurance to claim for another (paying some ridiculous excess no doubt) and say a sad farewell to my current, trusty phone.

After I’ve pleaded with the insurance company I have some DIY tasks to undertake, as this morning more problems have emerged around me, and then I await the call from the garage to tell me what the damage is.

So, how’s your week going?

A Response to: Why I wish I’d dropped out of university @independent

I rarely get chance to blog anymore, the reasons for which should become evident during the course of this article. But, sometimes I read a story or article so utterly infuriating I feel compelled to write. Otherwise I fear the rage will remain within, which can’t be good for the blood pressure.

Today’s culprit is this article in The Independent, entitled Why I wish I’d dropped out of university by Tim Clist. I was intrigued by the headline and expected an interesting read, what I got was a very annoying read.

Tim basically starts of by describing his three years at Warwick University as “the worst three years of my life”. ‘Oh no’, I thought sympathetically, ‘something awful must have happened which made university a real struggle for him – serious depression, a family tragedy, a personal tragedy’ etc etc. No. The main reason why this was the “worst three years” of a young man’s life was basically because he got a bit bored. In his words:

I studied English, after switching from history. I had seminars of 12 people in lecturers’ offices no bigger than an average garden shed, a seven-hour a week timetable for 17 weeks a year, unfriendly and rarely available lecturers and tedious, rambling lectures.

University was like experiencing the shock of retirement, suddenly having hours and hours of free time to fill. The boredom and apathy that a seven-hour week induces should not be underestimated.

The sheer horror.

Now, as somebody who has completed an undergraduate degree and is currently undertaking a postgraduate degree, I’d say it was quite normal to only have around 7 hours of actual teaching per week, at least in the humanities/cultural studies/social sciences areas, I don’t know about other disciplines. This is because you are expected to do a large amount of reading and research on your own, plus your assignments and dissertation. You could easily fill up your time by completing core reading, optional reading and really making the effort to do individual research, which you are expected to do if you study at university level because  you are supposed to have a real interest in your chosen subject. A lecturer isn’t there to spoon feed you every aspect of your course.

I find it extremely hard to feel any sympathy for Tim because I, like many others, worked 20 – 30 hours a week whilst doing my undergraduate degree and am now working several days a week whilst completing my MA. I dearly wish I could have had more free time as an undergraduate, and now, because I could dedicate that time to extra studying or joining one of my university’s clubs or societies. If I’d had the luxury of not working as an undergraduate I would have loved to have got more involved in university life and perhaps found some interesting work experience. I’d love to have more free time now just to study more because I really enjoy research, but heigh ho, that’s life. Nobody was stopping Tim getting a job, finding work experience, doing volunteer work or joining a club. Unless I am wrong and somebody locked him in a room for the remaining 161 hours per week.

Tim goes on to blame his not getting a First on the fact his boredom resulted in demotivation and apathy. One would suggest that Tim could have eased his boredom by taking up one or more of the activities I have suggested above. He spends more time attacking the quality of teaching staff:

The dearth of lectures and seminars meant they really would have had to be of a high standard to make the whole experience worthwhile, but this was not the case.

One elderly tutor would ramble, eyes shut, for an hour in a way only loosely connected with the subject; one told us that seminars were all about what we could teach each other (which raised the question of what exactly she was being paid for) and left us to it; and one likeably eccentric man would hold forth on where the best tailors could be found in Modena, and other sundry irrelevant subjects.

Why Tim never raised a complaint with his course representative or department, if the lecturers were really so dire, is a question without an answer. Also, just as a 7 hour a week teaching schedule is normal so is working in seminar groups. This is to encourage students to do the requisite reading and learn how to formulate ideas and opinions. I have always found that a lot can be learned from seminars with your peers and debates can be extremely interesting and stimulating. They are not so the lecturer can slack off, as Tim seems to think.

In my three years, only two of my courses had well-run, productive, interesting seminars where there was genuine debate and interest.

Umm, surely the standard of debate depends on those contributing?

Tim then attacks Warwick’s place in the University league tables, basically accusing them of using suspect means to achieve such good placing. Now, I actually know alumnus of Warwick and current students and have never heard them make the same criticisms as Tim. They all seem satisfied that it is a good university. I presume if it were so easy to achieve a high league table ranking all the universities would be doing it. His arguments are extremely thin in this section, which rather suggest he should have spent more of his abundant free time at university learning how to formulate a valid, evidence-based argument.

He ends with:

So what lesson can be drawn? My three years at Warwick University were a waste of time. Had I known at the start what I know now I would have dropped out. If you start university and don’t like the lecturers, people and culture, drop out. Go and do something that you enjoy and are enthused by. You will be doing yourself a favour.

I would really question if this individual should be in a position to be offering such advice. I would really hate to think a teenager would read this article and be put off attending university because of the wafer thin arguments of one attention seeking male. It also makes me wonder, why didn’t he drop out? If it was really so unbearable and the lecturers were so awful and nobody cared about student welfare why didn’t he leave? Or, a better question, why did he never raise a single complaint during his time at Warwick? Their response indicates he never once complained whilst on his course:

“It’s a great pity if Tim Clist felt this strongly for three years without once raising his concerns with a tutor, student representative or an independent counsellor. Warwick has a number of mechanisms in place to ensure that complaints are heard fairly and, if something isn’t working, that it can be put right. It also has an effective pastoral support system to assist students in personal difficulties. Time and time again, these have been commended by the Quality Assurance Agency.

Tim Clist graduated with a 2.1 – a good degree. Both the English and history departments at Warwick are rated as “excellent” and regular student feedback demonstrates that Tim Clist’s experience of Warwick is far from typical

It’s pretty dubious to keep your bored silence for three years and then have an aggressive article published in the Independent, without so much as a preliminary complaint to the university. I have to ask how and why this article even ended up in the Independent? Why is this individual allowed column space to air their, frankly ridiculous, complaints and advise other people not to go to university?

For the record I really enjoyed my undergraduate degree, so much I saved up to do a MA degree, which I also enjoy very much and would encourage others to go to university if they feel this is right for them. Not to be put off by the advice of one gent because he couldn’t fill his own time adequately and has somehow, suspiciously, managed to get his whinging published in the Independent.

Now, I feel better for that outpouring. I shall return to my work whilst sighing and wishing wistfully that I had the time to be bored every now and then.

Note: The Independent article is not new but it appeared in my Facebook feed yesterday, so my annoyance is new.

2012 in review < I really didn't do much this year…

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 5,400 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 9 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

Conference Speech on Science Funding in full – with text

I meant to do this a while ago and didn’t get around to it and in the last couple of weeks a few people have mentioned to me that they would actually like to watch the speech (or they’re just being polite), as they missed it at the time and it’s no longer available on iPlayer. I captured the video (below), unfortunately the sound quality isn’t fabulous so I apologise for that.

 

And click here for the text

Cheers :)

Article for CaSE: Speaking up for Science

If you jaunt on over to the excellent Campaign for Science and Engineering website you will find a blog article I have written for them on why I spoke about science funding at Labour Party conference.

They’re also on twitter at @sciencecampaign – follow.

Me giving speech to Labour Party Conference 2012 on importance of science funding

Thrilled they spelt my name right.

Well, today I got the opportunity to address the main hall at Labour Party Conference during the Rebuilding our Economy debate. Luckily, the hall was nice and full too as people were congregating ahead of Ed Balls speaking. Video is now up on iPlayer and I appear around 2:16.05

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01n65gq/Labour_Party_Conference_2012_01_10_2012 

Thank you very much to everyone who sent Twitter comments/stopped me afterwards, really appreciate the feedback and glad that it went down wel. Hopefully science funding is something we can keep on the political agenda.

I’ll grab the video properly when I am back home, just wanted to quick post this for now.

I talk really fast… I hadn’t realised.

Edit: What’s with Kinnock and Hain hogging my limelight too?

Countdown to #Lab12

Just a quick update, after another shamefully long blog absence, to say that I will be at Labour Party Conference again this year (as delegate from my CLP, many thanks to Leeds West members for the vote) and will be tweeting and blogging throughout, as well as trying to keep up with my MA reading…

Whilst I’m here I’ll also highlight this awesome HTS story: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-19728375

See you at conference!

 

Update: Also I’ll be rearranging and updating this site a bit in the coming weeks so if things have vanished, like the side links, that’s why.

It’s Just One Depressing Scandal After Another

There seems to have been an incredible amount going on in the news, politics especially, in the last few months, which has made it difficult for me to keep up blogging wise. Usually because I see a story that I’m interested in, think ‘oh I’ll write about that when I get time’ and by the time I actually have the time another scandal has erupted gloriously across the online media world.

Just recently we have gone from celebrities avoiding tax, to potential O-level re-introduction, children abandoned in pubs, EU referendum talk, Libor scandal, police cuts, people setting themselves on fire outside the Job Centre, the Queen meeting Martin McGuinness, Lords reform, Chloe Smith getting offered up as a human sacrifice, ongoing Leveson enquiry et al

In simple terms, ‘it’s all kicking off’. I can’t help that remember when Brown was PM the lead story for days was that he called a woman a ‘bit bigoted’, actually Gillian Duffy seems to have cropped up in the news too recently, add immigration to the list of recent stories. Whilst we’re on that subject can we just get over that remark? I noted that as Gillian Duffy’s name began trending on Twitter recently several people furiously took to their keyboards to express how the incident was a perfect reminder of how much contempt Brown had for ordinary people and his supporters. Umm.. musing that you think somebody seemed a tad bigoted isn’t that bad, nor is it contemptuous, it’s not like he got in the car and ranted that she was a ‘fucking bitch’ or anything really offensive. He apologised, job done.

What was probably the most entertaining moment, in a depressing batch of news stories and example after example of government incompetence, was when David Cameron went to town on Jimmy Carr over his tax avoidance, practically falling over himself to have a go at the comedian and denounce his actions as ‘morally wrong’. Then promptly shutting up when it emerged that Tory-supporting chums like Gary (Fat Boy) Barlow, Tory-donor Lord Ashcroft and the PM’s own father-in-law Lord Astor had used tax havens. Presumable tax-avoidance is only immoral if you’re not a fully devoted member, supporter or donor of the Conservative Party. Glad we cleared that up. The exceptional mismanagement of the situation only served to make Carr, who apologised and came out to take the flak, look sympathetic and Cameron to look incredibly stupid. He must be paying his PR chaps a fortune…

Right now I’m looking at the political headlines and we’re still on the Libor scandal and Bob Diamond’s resignation, as if we needed reassuring that the bankers were a bad lot, they’ve not exactly done themselves a lot of favours in the last few years. Maybe they’re using the same PR people as Cameron? Good old Tony Robinson has come to the conclusion that bankers are not human, which might explain something, worth a watch here, the best rant I’ve seen in recent times.

Back to the headlines and Ken Clarke seems to be banging on about how we’re ‘losing the war on drugs’. I wasn’t aware that we had declared a war, nor am I really convinced that Ken Clarke has any idea what he is saying on this issue.

Other headlines seem to concern what has become the standard of late: cuts, ‘reforms’, cuts, EU, cuts, banks. All rather depressing really and by the time I hit publish no doubt a new demoralising scandal will have emerged.

Panic, petrol, pasties and pussycats… A perturbing week.

Oh I just love to alliterate…

Over the past week pretty much everybody I have spoken to has brought the same three issues up in conversation – petrol, pasties and George Galloway (unfortunately I cannot hear the name of the latter without picturing Rula Lenska stroking him and hearing those chilling words, ‘would you like me to be the cat?’ One of the more disturbing moments in the history of television). As I have (unforgivably) neglected this blog lately I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and air my opinions on these issues.

Petrol

'Was it something I said?'

So it all kicked of nicely on the 28th March when, in a moment of fabulous stupidity, Cabinet Office Minister Francis Maude thought it was a good idea to advise people to fill up their tanks and keep a jerry can of petrol handy in case of strike action. Why he thought this was a good idea is still a mystery, probably even to himself. Other members of the government then decided to blunder in to make matters worse, giving conflicting advice about how full people’s tanks should be (pretty damn full was the general consensus, if you were wondering) and many members of the public duly rushed out in panic to suck the pumps dry, followed by many others who heard of the panic and also panicked and so on ad infinitum (or at least until the petrol pumps ran out, as they did in many areas).

The Conservative Party reacted by trying to calm the situation, of course publishing a leaflet containing a scathing attack on tanker drivers. Well, well done…

People love a good panic, as the government know and quite clearly exploited for their own duplicitous means. The prospect of strike action had been looming benignly for some time, without any sort of panic, until Francis Maude opened his fat mouth causing chaos and a chain of causation that led to a woman in York suffering horrific burns when petrol she was decanting in her kitchen caught fire. The government deliberately engineered a run on the pumps in an attempt to discredit Unite the Union and, in turn, the Labour Party, who receive donations from Unite (at least Labour are open about donors, unlike the Conservatives and let’s face it, Labour don’t have a bevy of millionaire pals queuing up to donate like the Tories do so donations have to come from somewhere).

A quick question, whilst we’re on the Unions, – why do certain elements of the press and the Tories themselves try to make out that Trade Unions are some dark, secretive, mafia-like organisation who should be feared and loathed in equal measure? A Trade Union is, in the words of the Oxford English Dictionary:

noun

  • an organized association of workers in a trade, group of trades, or profession, formed to protect and further their rights and interests.

Yes, how very dare workers unite together to try and protect their own rights and interests and how dare they try and influence political parties to protect workers rights also. Shocking behaviour…

Today, William Hauge has crawled out from his lair (much like an aging cougar) to assert that the government have done a stand-up job of handling the crisis (this would be the crisis that they caused) by warning and preparing (the silly, complacent) public in case a strike does occur. What he fails to mention is that any strike action would take place after 7 days notice so it’s not as if you wouldn’t have a warning if one were to occur.

Unite assistant general secretary Diana Holland  has said:

We will not be calling Easter strike action as we focus on substantive talks through Acas. We do still retain the right to call strike action for after the Easter, should those talks break down.

It should be stressed that what we are seeking is reasonable and no more than what is in place elsewhere in the industry. There have been minimum standards governing the offshore oil industry since 2000 covering health and safety, training, and terms and conditions.

She added: “This is not a political dispute. It is an industrial dispute and the government’s recent rhetoric will not help us achieve a negotiated settlement. They must set aside their political objectives and work with us, the employers, retailers and oil companies to achieve an outcome that is good for the industry and the country.

 

Pasties

Hot and expensive, just how he likes it.

George Osborne’s proposal to impose VAT on freshly baked products, increasing prices by 20%, swiftly aimed the nickname ‘Pasty Tax’, although it affects more than just the pasty of course, it applies to any food sold “above ambient temperature”. This means that some pastries will become subject to VAT depending on how long after they are taken out of the oven they happen to be sold – now that won’t cause confusion at all…

Personally, I only buy a pasty about 3 times a year (cheese & onion as I don’t eat meat) because I’m not a massive pasty fan and I actually prefer to wait for it to cool before I eat it. Besides, unless you shovel your hot pasty/pastry in your mouth as soon as you meander out of Greggs (remember when it was called Thurstons round these parts? That sounded nicer), which I don’t because I don’t like eating whilst walking or standing and eating in the street, then your snack is going to have fallen below “ambient temperature” before the time you get to eat it anyway. Basically, you’re paying extra to heat the paper bag that your pasty is in for a few minutes.

Ken McMeikan, Choef Executive of Greggs, has written in the Guardian Northerner how this tax could have huge repercussions for the baking industry and how this is the last thing people need when their finances are already squeezed. 

 

Pussycats

Galloway

Dignified MP George Galloway and Pete Burns searching for a fake puppy, or something...

When it became clear that George Galloway had won the Bradford West by- election many were quick to take to their computers and share their ‘expert’ analysis on why Labour had lost, flooding blogs, twitter and column inches. Interestingly, I have ready many, many articles purporting to tell me why Labour lost and Galloway won but only one of these articles had actually come from somebody who had lived in Bradford West for a time. Most of the others seemed to come from people who have never strayed North of Watford Gap but think they are an authority on the inner thoughts of the people of Bradford West  and assume that all the Northern cities that are, for whatever reason, lumped together in most newspaper articles – Leeds, Bradford, Birmingham, Manchester – are exactly the same, so the people must all be exactly the same and all choose who they are voting for, for exactly the same reasons. Whatever.

I pretty much live next-door to Bradford and attended a school located on the Leeds/Bradford border with many pupils who came from Bradford, yet even I wouldn’t attempt to tell people why people in Bradford West voted the way they did, simply because I am not a Bradford West voter and I therefore don’t know. Perhaps we should all be asking people in Bradford West to tell us why they voted the way they did rather than assuming on their behalf’s, if that’s not too much of a novel idea?

I wasn’t hugely shocked to hear that Galloway had won because he has a history of this sort of thing. He was able to provide an ‘alternative’ to the three main parties, he has the ‘celebrity’ factor (something which, sadly, now seems to be an important component in people’s voting decisions) and, whatever you may think of him, he is a good performer who knows exactly what to say to impress people and get their vote. Presumably his voters hadn’t seen the video of the cat incident either…

If he will continue to impress voters in the community of Bradford West now he has won his seat in the Commons is a different matter, he did take time out from Parliament whilst he was MP for Bethnal Green and Bow to take part in Celebrity Big Brother which I think says something rather dubious about his attitude towards Parliament (the whole episode can be classified as dubious really) but we shall see how things work out at the next general election and hopefully by then I will have the image of George Galloway and Pete Burns performing interpretive dance in brightly coloured lycra leotards out of my head…

 

BBC Lab UK ‘The Morality Test’ – my scores

Quite an interesting test up on BBC Lab UK that is supposed to measure your morality and test if you’re part of something called the human superorganism. In their words:

The Test Your Morality experiment is designed to look at a new theory – based on something called ‘Human Superorganism Theory’ – that we hope will help us understand this diversity, and the sources of our morality.

There’s an awful lot of questions, so it takes awhile, but remember you’re taking part in an experiment, so it’s worth it!

I found my results pretty interesting, in brief:

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