Category: General

To save my eye this was written over a period of 10 days. My misconceptions resulted from ignorance and hearsay. In consequence I am writing mainly for the benefit of those aged older than their mid fifties, who might, one day, be similarly unknowing and also candidates for the operation. I give the usual caveat, I have no medical training and this is merely my experience as I found it and may not be typical. The Hospital Staff like most of the NHS, was considerate, helpful, eager to inform, and above all. professional. The whole procedure, which took 2.5 to 3 hours, was efficient, gentle and rather like a mix between a car assembly line, and the Stations of the Cross. There were about eight points at which we were instructed, examined, tested, anaesthetised, rested, and operated on, or given coffee and biscuits. Unlike the old days, we no longer shuffled along bench after hard bench as our turn slowly approached, our identity was established from the off and we were called personally. There were many Dos and Don’ts which were very serious, and almost impossible to obey, as I will explain later. I once taught short courses repeatedly, resulting in being able to dictate notes subconsciously, while having my mind elsewhere, a prescription for dull teaching and error. I realised the nurses had repeated the script umpteen times a day, probably for some time, and yet they managed to make it seem not only fresh but personal to the patient.

My misconception was that the cataract was a growth, like a lichen, which had to be stripped, or the eye was peeled like an onion. Instead the lens can have a natural deterioration which requires it to be removed and replaced by a plastic insertion, a very delicate operation. I have always had worries about my eyes being touched and the thought of lying there, conscious, while the lens was being scraped was the last word. I was wrong, the procedure, for me, was painless, and I was told later that, due to my age, the lens had been less supple than most. The don’ts consisted mainly of three items, don’t rub the eye, don’t stoop low, don’t lift heavy weights. I had a serious problem with two of the three, possibly due to my age. I have developed a pattern in my life where certain actions are reflex, and performed before my brain has realised it. One is rubbing an itchy eye, another is picking things up, which involves stooping. After the operation, at home I stooped and the bandage moved. Where I had seen nothing with the new lens I suddenly saw light, blood and the weave of the bandage, I was convinced I had undone all the good work. I slept badly, if hardly at all! The following morning I had an appointment for the removal of the bandages and a check. I did not see as well as some of the younger patients, due to the toughness of the older lens, but the check told me I had done no harm..

Two of the Don’ts were house work, and hoovering. While I could gladly understand hovering being a Nono, ‘housework’ had me floored until I discovered that my eye did not like looking straight down. If you are working on a kitchen bench, the body is close to the bench and the hands are mostly close to the body, working seated at a table changes the angle of sight and the work is further away from the body. This is my experience and interpretation. The younger patients were extolling the change in their sight and when my eye had recovered I realised what, for some time. I had been unaware of missing. In my case the cataract appears to have caused the eye to receive about 20% less light and infuse it with a pale green hue. While a cold blue sky now looks bright, clear and pale blue with my repaired eye, it is darker, and has a yellow green tinge with no blue evident. I controlled my urge to rub my eye by getting an optician to replace the prescription lens of my specs for my repaired eye with plain glass so the route to the itching eye would be barred by the specs. I solved the urge to pick things up I had dropped to the floor with one of those gadgets men in parks use to gather litter. I gathered from somewhere, that the brain adjusts the vision of the eyes to the best advantage and in consequence when I used no prescription lens, I could see better than with the modified specs. However, I bought sun glasses to cut down reflected glare from the computer and sunlight on white walls

One Conception coming out of this experience is that artists who painted into old age will have mixed the adulterated colour of their cataracts, if they had them, with their paints thus cooling and changing the colours. When I have had my other eye done, I will research this and report.

I contemplate gun crime out of interest, to evaluate the extent of the problem, why it is exacerbating, not to criticise the authorities, who have lived with it longer than I, and have greater knowledge and resources. Insecurity could be the prime mover. Today, in politics, the media, education and government, people theorise, forge categories and preach, often without experiencing the subject first hand, like the reference to ‘under achievers’ I have been there as some of you know. Between six and eight I lived as landed gentry with six servants. From eight, on, we were reduced to living on the charity of an extended family, with mildly sufficient periods between. Aged six to eight I lost two years schooling and by fifteen I was shown, by my class moving up without me, that I was stupid. From then on, no matter what success I achieved in any field, including Fellowships of two august Institutions, and as a joint winner of the British Design Award, I have felt it was more luck than judgement. That is insecurity.

Under achievers. To me that phrase has no logical basis. It is not only an insult and arrogant, it. is divisive, The human race is not mass produced, and we have no ability to choose how we are made, the best we can do is improve on what we’ve got. In the 30s most of us accepted our lot without psychobabble, and only some looked for more. I remember people who left school at fourteen and, because they had a talent, became millionaires, when a million was really something,. What right have some to set arbitrary standards and say those who don’t or can’t achieve them are ‘under achievers’, their talents may suit them, and their achievements could well be of a different kind. Today labels more than anything are purposely divisive and can lead to feelings of insecurity to some. It was not until 1943 in Belfast, I discovered no-go and ghetto areas, they were not common before WW2, now they can be a feature of Cities and towns throughout the UK. They breed frustration, within and without, enmity and insecurity, again within and without.

Shooting and Knifing we are told, are on the increase. The problem has several categories, the availability of unlawful weapons; the pattern, consisting of the time of day of the attack, the locality, the age and sex of the victim, the possible age, and sex of the attacker, the form of the attack., gang linking; the frequency of attacks in a given area and the range from the centre. Even with this analysis, the chances of catching the attacker are remote for a single incident. The most serious impediment to control is the propensity of the mobile phone. If the police are setting up a stop and search system with or without an airways type security metal detector barrier system, some of those going through can warn others that the search is on. I find it odd that people can still buy weapons on the internet. Why? One should need a permit before being allowed to make a purchase and if someone under 17 is found carrying, gun or knife, the parents should be charged as well. We can’t protect the whole population, it should be like my day, when young people went everywhere at all times of day and night with out fear of molestation. Draconian measures are needed.

I thank those who sent kind encouragement. I am not back, but over 2 days, in short burst to save my eye, I had to write this because it was never viable, and the Billion will inevitably be diverted to other projects such as the iniquitous Olympics overspend, when the scheme fails; Money allocated and not spent is reclaimed by the Treasury and reallocated we know not where. I believe this could have been predicted in this case

18.01.08, I Just Can’t Believe This!
According to yesterday’s Jobs Supplement of the Daily Telegraph, a Mike Jackson has been installed as Operations Director of a Quango called Skills for Logistics with a £280m budget. ‘Logistics is probably founded in the military, and defined as ‘the practical detail of handling any large scale enterprise or operation’. With something like the Crimean War, building the QE2 or a Boewing, logistics are essential so people work efficiently with one another, because so many trades are involved concurrently. Jackson is talking about transport and distribution. I can’t see the likes of Tescos needing government help in getting the right people or shifting their stock. As for the the farmers, manufacturers, the hauliers, the middlemen, and the shopkeepers, they have been successful since I was a boy. He also proposes we ensure people have the skills they need and build it into a profession? In fact the problem seems to be that, lorry drivers and those in the supply chain are not skilled enough in the 3Rs to be efficient. The concept is crazy! They want to train people up to the equivalent of 5 GCSEs, instead of teaching them properly when they are at school. Some of my Gt Grandchildren were taught fractured French at an early age, why? In my day when kids left school at 14 and were trained on the job, there wasn’t all this outcry, our English, arithmetic, and writing were probably not of a high standard, certainly not at GCSE level, but adequate for someone working in a factory, in a shop, and as a van helper until old enough to drive, by which time usage had educated them.

If a man can’t read or write no sensible employer would take him on, so it would be up to him, the man, to improve himself, take evening classes, many of us have done it to achieve another standard. Writing can be improved with a postal course. How much arithmetic does the average person in the chain need above adding, subtracting and division. The problem is, in the 60s rote was abandoned as a teaching tool with the loss of that subconscious element which makes totting up a bill, working out conversions and ratios, child’s play. Map reading would help a driver, but that doesn’t need a class, his mates will guide him. What does he need a GCSE in English for? As long as he can make himself understood, fill in forms correctly and read whatever print necessary for his job, anything over that is a bonus and more helpful for his well being rather than his job.

Statements were made that our skills in this sector were among the lowest in the industrialised world. That statement alone invalidates Jackson’s premises. Who carried out such a survey? Were the parameters the same in different countries? Were the statistics checked, or is it just guesswork, justification for a proposal that, according to him less than 2% of the chain has taken up.

In what I have written above exposes a lack of reasoned thought which seems so prevalent in politics today. The UN has no teeth and much of its aid gets into the wrong hands. The EU is now so vast as to be unmanageable, with cliques doing the influencing, unnecessary legislation, borders open, corruption, and a deep hole into which our taxes disappear with little return. If a product is excellent, it doesn’t need the EU to make it viable. Bush, the alleged greatest man in the world, is merely a puppet with too much influence. Blair’s mismanagement coupled with Brown’s insecurity is failing us. How was it possible for the government to be allowed to under estimate the result of its actions concerning Northern Rock, still continue, and can we rely on it not to have equal misjudgement in the future? I believe the £750m Train for Gain and Skills for Logistics government programmes will swallow up another Billion with no noticeable results. The money should be revising the lower school educational systems, so we can recover the standards we had when teachers were allowed to teach, without pointless tables and targets. The end result is target enough.

Dear all,

My grandfather, the Old Gaffer himself, has asked me to inform you that he cannot post anything new at the moment as he is recovering from an eye operation. I’m pleased to say the operation went well, and he will be back as soon as he has fully convalesced.

Pensions In my last offering I referred to how I felt the Government should take over all our pension provisions. I don’t go back on that, but what I do feel is that all, every bit contributed, should be ring fenced for pensions and not, like all the taxes to do with motoring, from purchase to Vat on insurance, which we all believe is used for anything but road improvement.

Thinking about pensions made me realise two related aspects, my Grand Daughter’s mortgage equates to my total take home pay from my employment pension, my OAP and my investments, after deductions and tax, I’m not complaining, because, fortunately Nature, in her wisdom has cut down my ability to travel and add to that wide travel in the past, thus making the urge less strong. Also, I have enough clothes to last for ever, I can live reasonably within my income, but it makes me realise how close to the wind young people starting out are having to sail, if starting out is even feasible.

Watches, labels and other peoples’ opinions. Obviously I had basic, almost off the scale, pocket and wrist watches before I bought a self-winding Omega, abroad at half price. Then I entered a new world where watch enthusiasts talked to me, enthused and behaved like stamp collectors. I relished it, until I had to get it cleaned, and discovered it really was only for the rich. Later it needed an MOT, so I bought a halfway posh watch. When it needed cleaned the manufacturer lost the innards. Weeks elapsed and to fill the gap I bought a digital cheapee, and that was the end of posh watches. A month ago the strap came off my 10 year old £15 watch and the watch fell into the toilet. Passing a jeweller’s I saw a ‘gold’ wristwatch cheaper than a new strap would have cost. It only cost £10 and I loved it because it looked like an heirloom and was wafer thin. The male members of our family have expensive and terribly complicated chrome watches, my injured left arm might find it even hard to lift. They didn’t admire my purchase, neither did the women, who like labels. It was then that I realised the cheapee had an easy face to read, while all the posh watches had copper coloured hands (red gold) on a slightly lighter dial that needed a 150 watt bulb to tell the hour after lighting up time. I think ‘Fashion’ is a real pain,!

More NHS Dichotomies. Brown, in making his announcement concerning preventative medicine, was not discovering anything new, but he was being selective in applying it only to England, which may or may not have been a subtle ploy. I assume from this that N Ireland, Scotland and Wales, have their own budgets and can spend them how they like, but, I strongly suspect it really isn’t across the board. I find it amazing Brown sits in a hospital expounding a proposal for the future, instead of passing it round for comment in Parliament, especially when the Government is asking us to keep away from hospitals because of the current epidemic. Surely he is aware the hospitals are struggling with lack of funding, cleanliness, virulent virus epidemics, shortage of staff, waiting times and a differential service through the ‘postcode’ syndrome. Clearly he is seeking approbation, but at what expense to the service. He has added another previously unsought demand by the public, for more screening, when, according to the press, some of the standard screening required today is partly dependent upon charity supplying equipment that is in short supply and urgently needed, and the screening is behind schedule. Preventive medicine is the best way forward, but to announce, and launch into a nation wide scheme, rather than allow it to grow gradually, by referrals from doctors as required and as available, rather than demanded by right, defeats me. You decide why he did it this way!

I find that politicos today have the urge to utter something in order to be seen doing something, it could be bizarre, rather than being logical and careful. They make inaccurate statements which foster proposals of legislation, which in turn have to be rescinded or be modified. Here are examples.

Longevity Again For years I have been stating that the longevity of my generation is a blip caused by repeated periods of austerity, coupled with the need to exercise, as public transport was the main means of travel, and with no TV, and Radio being in its infancy, exercise and sport were our main amusements, especially from March to October. The Government, however, is using its own extrapolations as a ruse to avoid continuing with pensions, and promulgating it as a theory, while at the same time inferring, by policy and rhetoric, that we are all in danger of dying of either obesity through bad eating and lack of exercise, liver damage through excessive alcohol consumption, and, worst of all, drug abuse. You can’t have it both ways and the statement we will be a population of 80m in the future, may be because of immigration, rather than indigenous child birth, certainly not longevity, virulent new, antibiotic resistant bugs, will see to that.

Dustbins In NI If it had been the first of April I would have suspected a joke, but there was a report on the 6 o’clock NI News, last night, that people were to be fined £100 for putting out ‘contaminated’ bins for refuse and particularly recycling; ‘contamination’ meaning the inclusion of a prohibited material. Actually, where exactly does one find people with this level of ability to think up such an idea? This morning I could find no reference on the BBC NI Website, so the absurdity must have reached our masters and they have pulled back into their shells. Just to ram home the point if ever it should it arise again, we can’t guard our bins on the street from 7am, to avoid someone else putting an illegal material in our bin; or as we do, 8pm the previous night, so we get a lie-in. I’m sure at the rate they work, bin-men will only glance in the top of the bin, not rummage, so it could be contaminated further down. Anyway, in this day and age, I am sure the recycling industry will inevitably have to face ‘contamination’ through accident, absentmindedness, but not sheer disregard for the rules, and will be able to deal with the odd wrong article, it is only logical!

The Xmas Rail Debacle. This business of repairing or modifying the track and essentials of the rails network over Christmas, and running over time, should have been anticipated and the work conducted in such a way that it could be done piecemeal. I suspect the lack of specialised workmen was more to do with labour relations than bad management – perhaps blackmail. The outcome of a stupendous fine, in millions, only may be necessary, and only may reduce the possibility of a recurrence, but the money should really be given to those hampered at such a time of family reunion, not the government who will use it for some other reason, even waste it, but as the people can’t prove they were hampered, that solution is useless.

Pensions. Talking about funding, in this day and age the surety of banks, insurance companies and the Stock Exchange is so worrying, if not debateable, that pensions are now a source of worry. Pensions are essential if we are not to face a growing welfare budget and a breakdown in our financial and social condition. If the government has to bail out in the way it has and proposes, it seems logical that the tax payer is picking up the tab for mismanagement in a big way. I have failed to understand why our MPs, who are supposed to be caring for us, haven’t long ago made the Government responsible for a universal pension scheme along the lines of the one for the Civil Service, (which, incidentally, it is trying to weasel out of as I write,) – a contributory pension, with an input from the employer, who ever he is, all paid to the Government. We would then, theoretically, avoid our pensions disappearing along with our jobs, or Government and private employers forcing us to go into a tricky market as amateurs, and or using some disreputable agents or companies, to make our own arrangements. Just think of those who, seeing what had happened to others’ pensions, bought property, which is now in danger of reducing in price and stagnation. It is our Treasury, it is our money doing the bolstering, so why not take out the unknown from the equation and ensure all those still working have a secure, if not necessarily affluent old age.

The writing yesterday forced me to examine the the selection process of a Prime Minister; but until the 40s, Royalty were really Sovereigns. We mostly saw them on News Reel footage at the cinema, being very royal and everyone else bowing and scraping, in some part of the Empire. We were proud to be British, because life was ordered, simple and we knew our place, and we accepted government in all its forms. There were rumbles like the Miners’ Strike, but generally things were OK. The glue which kept us all together as a nation was firm. From the 60s all has changed and the glue has become weaker, year on year, as our Britishness has been eroded. The Royals are no longer elevated above us, we’ve discovered they’re actually human. We have arrived now, at a point where we have a law determining Racial Discrimination, which means we are a polyglot, not a nation, with a large membership that holds its prime loyalty, its culture and its first language all to the nation of its antecedents. The glue has almost vanished and running a country in these circumstances needs a vary steady hand.

An Ideal Concept of a PM is that he is a father figure and the 60 million of his charges are his family, and therefore he must encourage the gifted, guard the majority and care for the unfortunate and sick. He should place his country first in all things, negotiate on that premise, understand management in all spheres and favour no person or group above others. A tall order!

Breaking it down more practically, it equates to being the head of a huge company, a role which requires understanding in man management, finance, diplomacy, welfare and in this case foreign policy. Man management is not something one can learn from a book, it takes the experience of controlling people from all levels of society, with discretion, understanding and discipline and is not acquired overnight. The numbers he will have to manage, from the Cabinet, the civil service, and the country will test him. Foreign policy and diplomacy demand a knowledge of history, and the traditions of other cultures, to avoid gaffs and misunderstanding, whether real or feigned and so used as an excuse. Every boss has to have a knowledge of all the functions related to his firm, so he can monitor performance, however crudely. Above all he must have an insight into the minds of people, understand signals which interpret if they are what they wish to be seen as. Absolute trust is implicit in a working relationship, and disruptive actions and factions must be recognised and eliminated.

What do we seek in a PM? He must obviously be intelligent, not afraid of long hours and hard work, have been educated in those subjects needed for a political career. He should have served on the backbenches long enough for the parliamentary system to become a reflex response, long enough to assess the characters of most of the major players in Parliament and especially in his own party. He must understand the working of the Treasury, the Foreign Office, the Home office and the tax system, in sufficient detail to be able to evaluate advice at times of crisis, and have the confidence to act decisively, immediately but with care, having taken all the parameters into account – not shoot from the hip! He must have sufficient self belief, and sufficient charisma not to require constant photo opportunities to bolster his ego and ensure his popularity. His place is in No 10, when times are tricky, not sitting in a classroom for a sound-bite. He has to have sufficient men of similar standard within his party, whom he can rely upon and trust implicitly, in order to function as a true Government, not an oligarchy, or worse still as a President. I know there have been young Prime Ministers in the past, but I believe the current speed of communication, the pressure of the media, and the apathy of the electorate, demand a very special person at the helm, to be able to counter these and other influences and steer a straight course. Perhaps he should be very careful also of how much credence to give to his spin doctor, if indeed he needs one. The question I ask, now politics is not generally the first choice of the extremely gifted, is, ‘Is there such a man with such a backing available and willing?’

I question everything, even myself, and there are few in authority I would trust any more, there have been such vast changes in probity and mores. This is my interpretation of statements, actions and their ultimate effect.

QA 1, A statement by Prof. Iain Stewart on ‘Earth’. Those who followed the series of TV programmes on the history of the Earth may also be questioning. Why, for example, with a worldwide debate and disagreement on the approach to Globwarm, would he imply that the whole process of change, not just climate change, was so far advanced, it was irrecoverable? He did add that it was not the earth which was in peril but things living on it. The earth could, and would rejuvenate after a mass disaster as it had in the past. I have never subscribed to these tickles at ‘Saving the World’, and was convinced they were only lip-service, an opportunity to appear to be taking the high ground, providing a new industry for profit, government sponsored, at the cost to the tax and rate payer. Why then, when the bigger abusers of carbon emission are refusing to accede to any measurable reduction, would he make a statement that plays into their hands? In effect, we have to look out for the natural world. The next question, assuming he is right and his programme is based upon valid science, as I believe it is, ( it seems to hang together), is why is it only coming to light now when it was probably assessed at least a couple, or more years ago? If he knew, surely the government scientists knew.? Have we then been led by the nose? I always thought the solar panels were of little profit to the householder, even less to Globwarm, but provided an industry someone was profiting by. Questions along those lines induce others; for example, If all this is known, why do we have a clause in the Home Information Pack that gives a co2 grade to our property? Why is a personal carbon footprint being considered when the bureaucracy alone would be phenomenal? Surely the solution base has changed.

QA 2 Is it right for a Prime Minister to ease himself into the seat of office while the cushions are still warm, without an election and without being the Deputy? The way ministers come and go, for many reasons, we might have even three Prime Ministers in this parliament. In all my 65 adult years, while I had not the same time or interest in politics that I have now, I never remember so many u-turns, questionable decisions, so many debacles, as we have had in the last 15 or so years and especially lately when nothing is going smoothly. When you read that English is the minority language in 1,300 schools, 11,000 migrants are working illegally as security guards, 80% of labour’s new jobs have gone to foreigners. That we have the Home Information Pack forced on us, and only 1% of home buyers ask to see it, yet the system in Scotland appears very satisfactory. Almost daily information is being mislaid by Government departments, youngsters of 8 can obtain a gun licence, and that’s only a few, you I’m sure will know dozens.

QA 3 At what age is a politician experienced enough to sift the wheat from the chaff, when he is being advised and making ground breaking decisions? I was brought up in an age when politicians were mostly pretty old, came from political families, and most were wealthy. Later there were the ones like Anuran Bevin from the unions, and academics like Shirley Williams. The pace of life was slower as was the rate of change, the latter was hardly noticeable until the 60s. Now, in my late 80s, I believe I have been aware of a lot, and experienced much, Experience leads one to question, especially one’s own reactions and philosophies, and not only what others say, but why they have said it. In any field, one is learning continuously, and learning is as much about correcting mistakes as study, and above all, experience hones that learning. In Tony Blair we had a young politician, with 11 years parliamentary experience, catapulted into office at the age of 41. He had a mission, rejuvenating and modernising labour, which he achieved, but, I suggest, his mercurial mind and ambition over rode caution and careful thought. The result we know. With him came Brown, a different personality, kept in the background through Tony’s Presidential approach, with the results we now discover. The Signing Summit showed lack of political awareness, and total inexperience. Currently we have two contenders for the chair, also relatively inexperienced, untested in real government, theorising and cavilling. I fear for the future.

Proceeding from 29,12.07, I have a theory that more than basic intelligence is imparted in the genes, it includes advancement for us to have arrived technically where we are to day. My great grandchildren handling construction toys, telephones and other modern gadgets, with a rate of assimilation so great, I cannot but believe is to be merely copying their parents. These comments also refer to Art, its derivation in the mind of the artist, our reaction to it, and its artistic value as an abstract. Does the gene theory allow a shift in what is taken, generation by generation, as being high art, or is it just fads generated by the artists, and publicised by themselves and their entourages.

The one yardstick for the individual is his own conception. I quote a substandard picture accepted in an open, accredited exhibition, while one which had received considerable praise was rejected – QED. I think in art, the accepted standard for centuries was work like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and the sculpture, the Pieta, by Michelangelo which must have had a damning effect on the self-esteem of any artist who saw them, as would work at that time by other great artists.. The concept of the Pieta, with the body of Christ removed from the cross, lying in the arms of his mother, has such poignancy, delicacy of portrayal, and such surety of carving as to be riveting. In any regime there is within most, an unacknowledged driving force, to compete. If the race is won before the off, then the rules must be changed, which has been done in all spheres of art.

Take Jackson Pollock, I believe his work is decoration arrived at by unusual means, a bicycle on one occasion I’m told, through luck, circumstance, and an innate sense of the aesthetic, which we all have to some degree. His success could only have been through publicity of a high standard. That oft portrayed side of raw beef by Chaim Soutine, is another case of being different for its own sake. Why it is so popular I fail to understand.. The Impressionists, the Cubists, Feininger in particular, Franz Marc with his wonderful horses, were often successful in breaking away from the traditional form, and Picasso led his own revolution. However, the trick was not to be just different, one had to be excellent as well – see the draughtsmanship of Dali.

How much of our aesthetic judgement has been modified by out-side influences until we are no longer able to assess dispassionately? When I see the cheap films issuing from the States, with their excessive violence, their cheap cutting, and the paucity of that necessary level of consideration for others which is akin to love, that keeps us sane, together and oils the wheels, I despair. Wham Bam at every opportunity; rutting, if you like, is substituted as intimate love, which has no need to be expressed so graphically. I’m bored with it, but I don’t count, it is how it is affecting the young, changing their values on all levels not only aesthetically, which worries me.

A caveat – what I write is from my own experience, reading and hearsay, not research. It all started through the paucity of good, amusing films, and the repetitious new versions of the old staples, like Kidnapped. Some have filled the gap, like Notting Hill and Love Actually, but I was brought up short when the ‘F’ word was sprinkled in them like confetti. It has been with me all my life, in the navy, on the building site, on the rugby field, and I have used it more than once to make an extreme point, but rarely taken it home with me. I didn’t discover its regular use until I was 18 and a sailor, but now it seems to be common currency, not just an epithet signalling extreme rage. My mind then questioned whether the act of love itself, had also been degraded and that romance was not as prevalent as it was in the 20s to 50s, possibly because life is so much faster there isn’t time for protracted romance.

When we went to the cinema with our tanner for a seat almost touching the screen we watched Fred Astaire and Ginger romancing; Robin Hood totally romancing, and lovely romantic musicals with fantastic singable songs and amusing lyrics. There were always films about war and crime and through WW2 there were patriotic ones to boost the home spirits like ‘In Which We Serve’ Even these films still keep reappearing now. Think of the incredible production of ‘My Fair Lady’, the Bond chain. We could cite numerous other successes, like the ‘Thomas Crown Affair’. Unlike some of my family, I found ‘Notting Hill’ with its awful lodger in the house with the blue door, acting as a trigger in a placid atmosphere, to be incredibly well constructed. It had that underlying friendship. love and understanding between the support characters which made it refreshing. There was no wham bam, the aggression was provided by the avid Press, something we all abhor, and apart from the odd gratuitous word ‘Fuck’, even my old Gran would have loved it. ‘Love Actually’, in a different league, seems to be an acquired taste I developed instantly, as it was so contrary in every respect, but so outrageously funny, one could understand the reason for the crass language. The kids dressed as for a fancy dress party and used in the school nativity play, was an act of genius, it offered so many moments of humour. On the other hand I wonder why Film Directors feel it necessary to introduce martial arts skills into films where the characters have no need to perform impossible acts of athleticism, and running on the roofs of umpteen cars, and mass, pointless crashes and destruction serve no scriptural advantage, but that and the indulgence in brutality are sending the wrong message to young impressionable children, because the parental care notices are rarely seen and if seen rarely acted upon.

So I come to romanticism. I am a romantic and I believe, deep down most people are. This doesn’t mean I want to see stories of the sort in some women’s magazines. Life today, like it was in the 20’s, is difficult enough for many, not necessarily only the poor, We need light, friendship and love in our lives, if we haven’t time or the opportunity to find it for ourselves, we, like those in the 20s should find it on tap. It is years since I watched Soaps, but my remembered impression was that they were a series of disasters interspersed with aggression. Contrast, colour, surprise and regret, love and hate, happiness and despair, are the ingredients of great stories, it is the balance between dark and light, between love and hate which determines a dark crime epic and a romantic comedy, and in my experience there is more dark than light. It is more difficult, today, to be funny than it was without retreading old themes. Similarly it is equally difficult to be original in serious films of dark deeds and history, it has all been done. It seems the only option to achieve something approaching originality is to jazz it up out of all recognition to reality, or just keep repeating the old staples. In effect, because I remember old films well, my search for future original and acceptable entertainment is unlikely to be satisfied very often.

The dilemma faced by the film makers has vexed artists since Michaelangelo, and will never go away. To clear my brain as to what is originality and what is beauty in the wider sense, I leave till tomorrow.