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Uneasy

Commentating is a big industry. Every moment of every day something floats to the top of the News. To make sense of it, or to make no sense at all, talking heads sit on comfy sofas and talk. We soak it up from traditional media but increasingly from social media.

I’ve often wondered how much influence is exerted by those who commentate. They often set the context within which events are interpreted. They often act like a pack, magnifying what’s first said. They are at their best when they make something complex and messy reasonably understandable.

Could it be that Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle applies[1]? It’s impossible to measure anything without affecting it. Transformed those words that might read: It’s impossible to comment on anything without affecting it. I guess that depends on the nature of the commentary. Here, I’m hardly likely to affect anything at all but you never know.

What this all about? Well, last night I was sitting on my comfy sofa watching the BBC’s Newsnight. As it happens, the leader of the free world was being televised making a gaff that led to a sharp intake of breath. It’s human error. Nobody is gaff free. What was shocking is the choreography of the moment.

Standing next to the President of the US was Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky, whose name is not all that easy to pronounce, who everyone had just committed to supporting. It makes me cringe to repeat what happened[2]. I won’t.

The commentators went into overdrive. That’s to be expected. Within minutes the follow-on illustrated the avalanche of social media piggy backing that’s on-going about Joe Biden. Let’s duck the subject of age. Regardless of that factor, errors that reverberate around the media echo chamber generate a political toxicity that sicks. It’s not fair. It’s just reality.

Age may bring wisdom, or I hope it does. What’s different now from the era during which Joe Biden accumulated his experience is the relentlessness, speed and volume of communications. Not only that but messages are distorted and twisted with great ease.

To thrive in top roles, new generation skills are essential. Being savvy to the nature of social media isn’t optional. When serious events are magnified by massive proportions and presented to a global audience there’s nowhere to hide.

With perception being pivotal in politics this is an uneasy new world we are entering. I wouldn’t be foolish enough to predict what might happen next. I’m reminded of that advice offered to tourist seeking directions ‘‘Well, if I were trying to get there, I wouldn’t start from here.’’

[1] https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/what-is-the-scientific-pr/

[2] https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/cgl75kdm420o

Yesterday’s man

Let’s say extreme things. Don’t think of the consequences. That’s on the playlist of this generation of right-wing activists. They are so afraid of being ignored that they push the limits on every opportunity. Say something outrageous and nine times out of ten the media will run the story. Stand devoutly against anything that can be considered normal, progressive, or socially responsible and whoopee it’s headline news.

I don’t feel inclined to name the chiefs of this art because that merely plays into their agenda. There’s a well-known but failed Brexit campaigner, there’s a well-known but failed former Prime Minister, and there’s a well-known but failed chair of a major pollical party. The common factor here becomes all too obvious. These folk are an epidemy of what my secondary school teachers used to call – empty barrels.

So, addressing the recent hokum, the current mayor of London is no angel. Have we ever had one that was? Pictures of one of his predecessors swinging from an overhead cable wrapped in a Union Jack flag have become a legendary funny story. Plans for the floral bridge across the river, he wanted to spend millions of public monies on ended in the dustbin[1]. Rightly so.

Today, the man in that office seems to reveal in meeting his opponents head-on. However, on Brexit and the environment he has been a voice of reason. Should he take a harder line on anti-war protests in the city? That’s easier to talk about than it is to do. His opponents know that fact.

Whipping up anger and division isn’t a zero-cost sum. The defence that will be used is that loud mouthed pundits are just saying what others think. That’s a shallow defence. It’s no defence at all to say, let’s all leap off a cliff together following the most foolish amongst us.

If everyone said every thought that ever came into their head’s civilisation would fall part quite quickly. We have the luxury of large brains to filter our most of our alien and downright stupid thoughts. That filter is clearly not working in the case of some Members of Parliament.

What’s over the horizon is a good opportunity for the Reform Party (ex-Brexit Party) to sweep-up. There are clearly a lot of conservatives who badge themselves Conservatives who are not conservatives at all. Better they find a place what suites them rather than harbouring any false idea that they might become mainstream in the 21^st Century.

Going back to the worst of the 1970s is not an appealing idea. A modern empowered version of sitcom character Alf Garnett[2] is a scary thought.

[1] https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/feb/17/absurd-vanity-project-for-our-age-boris-johnson-garden-bridge

[2] https://www.bbc.com/historyofthebbc/anniversaries/june/till-death-us-do-part/

Cold

Colds. What’s the point in them? There is no vaccine for the common cold. Why not? Fine. I’m not expecting an answer. The best way of escaping the common cold[1] is to stay away from sick people. Trouble is, you and I will not know who the sick people are unless they make a fuss about it.

Then there’s the tendency to look upon the person suffering the cold and thinking, they are more susceptible than me, so I’ll be all right. That works until that nonsense turns out to be pure fiction. A day or two goes by. Everything seems fine. Then wham, bang, wallop. The virus gets its teeth stuck into every part of the body. Eyes and ears stream, limbs ache and drowsiness takes hold.

How can I say anything new about this common affliction? It’s a universal human experience. Well, I assume it’s universal. Could there be people who never suffer the common cold? That live such healthy lives in splendid isolation and contentment. Probably few.

The common cold is a dam nuisance. It stopped me going to the local pantomime last night. There was no way that I was going to sit in an auditorium and share my ill got gain or suffer the indignity of sniffling all the way through a performance.

Containment was the only strategy. Sleep as much as possible. Let my immune system do its best to destroy the invader. Sink into the discomfort and know that it never lasts for more than a couple of days. The pharmaceutical companies must love this time of year. Supermarket shelves stuffed with remedies. Not so much remedies as sources of momentary relief.

When will we get the cold winter weather that’s normal at this time of year? If there’s truth in the old wife’s tale that the cold kills off the bugs, I’d welcome a week below freezing. It’s a lyrical little pun but this one is difficult to get out of my head:

It’s not the cough that’ll carry you off.

It’s the coffin they’ll carry you off in.

Naturally, I hope present coughs and sneezes are a passing inconvenience. “Coughs and sneezes spread diseases” so the slogan goes. For people with a long-term illness or weakened immune system these inconveniences can be risky.

Debilitating it maybe one of the irritations of the common cold, at least for me, is the wasted time. So, many jobs to do but no way of doing them without making the situation worse. I look forward to the reward of feeling better.

Christmas festivities behind us the New Year beckons. This year to step into the first day of January may be a muted one. Certainly, I have no desire for any alcoholic beverages.

Sue said to me: you must not go to bed before midnight. I said: I which part of the world?

[1] https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/common-cold/

Solstice

At last. The days will start to get longer. Dark mornings and dark evenings of wintertime, little by little start to recede. This is the Northern Hemisphere, and the Sun is low in the sky. Our winter solstice[1] takes place at a point when the Sun’s sweep across the sky is at its minimum. The celebratory time we have during this festive season tries to lift our spirits during these dark days.

It’s strange that we can attribute this to a tilt. The Earth’s tilt of 23.4 degrees on its axis generates the swings from summer to winter. On its stroll around the Sun, that marks a year, the Earth transforms. I wonder how different we would be if that tilt disappeared. Certainly, the cycle of life up at our latitude would be markedly different.

What would my Hellebore[2] do? Winter rose. I have a large white one that, even in damp ground has survived from last year. Shaded, it looks healthy as it’s putting out new growth. Its green leaves are more like light card than paper. Robust and deep green. It’s a cheery sight in amongst the gloom.

Mechanics, explained by astronomers, tell of the logic of the seasons. But it’s our emotional response that is most evident in the way we live. Naturally, that wasn’t always so. If we step back to the time of Stonehenge, then the knowledge of the cycle of summer and winter was a life and death matter. Now, with industrialise agriculture and life in centrally heated homes the seasons are most linked to our mood. Our habits and temperament.

The solstice is described as astronomical and cultural. 23.4-degrees shapes our society, born of generations of inheritance. The effect of time has piled high on the shape and form of what we take for granted. Look at a Christmas card scene. A red robin stands proud on top of a red-letter box covered in snow with holly and ivy in the background.

No snow this year. Not in Southern England. In fact, the solstice got to double figures. The temperature is mild. That little red robin isn’t going to be struggling to find food this year. Plenty of wind and rain. Rivers high to the point of flood.

Now, our Sun is lowest in the sky. Our spirts must not be. A New Year is just around the corner. Wishing everyone a wonderful time during this festive season.

[1] https://www.rmg.co.uk/stories/topics/when-winter-solstice-shortest-day

[2] https://www.rhs.org.uk/plants/hellebore

Horizon

There’s been a couple of false dawns. Now, the morning’s News is that the UK will rejoin the European Horizon programme. The EU’s Horizon Europe Framework Programme (HORIZON) provides grant funding for research priority topics for the years 2021-2027.

The recognition that there’s a common interest in research across Europe is welcome. There are important areas of investigation that go well beyond the resources available to any one country. Benefiting from collaboration is a win-win.

Access to Horizon Europe will be a great opportunity for UK aerospace[1]. It has been in the past and surly will be in the future. Of the billions available there’s a good chunk for funding opportunities for aerospace research and technology. This funding is particularly focused on greening aviation.

Such subjects as the competitiveness and digital transformation in aviation are addressed too. Advancing the regions capabilities in a digital approach to aerospace design, development and manufacturing will be invaluable to UK industry. Artificial Intelligence (AI) used for Machine Learning (ML) and complex modelling are the tools that will be deployed throughout the global industrial environment.

Europe can pioneer the first hydrogen-powered commercial aircraft. The major role the UK can play in advancing this aim is self-evident. Ambition, capabilities, and expertise reside here. The magnification of this to tackle what are enormous challenges can only be a good move.

Projects like ENABLEH2[2] provide a pathway to the introduction of liquid H2 for civil aviation. These projects are not easy, but they do provide a long-term environmental and sustainability advantages. Access to these projects can minimise duplication and the dangers of spending valuable resources on pursuing blind alleys.

Research is not just a matter of hard technology. Without the new skills that are required to meet the targets for a green transition it will fail. Investments in upskilling and reskilling opportunities are equally important to enabling change.

The principles of propulsion of hydrogen and electric systems need to be taught at every level. It’s not academics in lab coats that will keep civil aviation flying on a day-by-day basis. Training programmes for a new generation of manufacturing and maintenance engineers will need to be put in place. Research will underpin that work.

[1] https://www.ati.org.uk/news/access-to-horizon-europe/

[2] https://www.enableh2.eu/

Failure

It’s frequently said that we shouldn’t fear failure. On my desk is a mat with the words: Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter: Try again. Fail again. Fail better. These are Samuel Beckett’s words[1],and they are often used out of context. He was a bit of a gloomy soul. Curiously, given that Beckett wasn’t in the business of inspiring, these words have become a calling to be positive whatever the barriers.

Maybe what I want to talk about is better captured by a stoic Greek. “We don’t abandon our pursuits because we despair of ever perfecting them[2]”.

Well, some people do. I’ve met numerous skilled and talented people who bulk at trying something new because they have a deep-seated fear of not doing it well. No one is immune from that basic apprehension that can run through our veins when we are faced with challenges or significant obstacles.

That said, some of this reluctance, or cognitive distortion comes from what we experienced in education. The constant rewarding of those at the top of the tree can undermine the confidence of others. Particularly those whose in-built self-confidence is low. Even if they have an abundance of natural talent. There’s a destructive impact of the all or nothing approach.

There’s also the sad factor that this can serve the interests of flawed individuals. To stay on the top of the tree they can find it advantageous to big-up their own achievements and diminish others. Not nice. Trouble is that this is real. Politics has more than its fair share of such individuals.

What I like about the – have a go – approach is that it’s rooted in pragmatism. It means putting aside hang-ups and worries, not to ignore them but to keep them in check. None of us are ever going to be perfect. None of us are robots (yet). None of us are immune from failure.

The best of us will try to make thing better. However little progress that is made it’s better that progress be made. Even if that little progress fails into obscurity. Of course, this pragmatism comes with oceans of potential disappointment along the way. But what is disappointment? It’s only another emotion amongst the massive range of emotions that are human.

In design, development and testing failures will occur. If you hear that something new has been a complete success, it’s probably more public relations than reality. Most failures are a long way from total failure. That’s the same as saying something wasn’t a complete success. That’s human. That’s normal.

[1] https://booksonthewall.com/blog/samuel-beckett-quote-fail-better/

[2] Epictetus.

Oppenheimer

Nuclear physicists did change the world forever

It’s a movie that’s immerses. On the walk to Reigate’s small cinema, the thought of sitting in the front row for over 3-hours was making me wonder if I should follow the recommendations coming my way. Locally, having a “must see” film showing hasn’t happened for a while. Views of friends were almost universal about the film[1]. All positive.

It’s intense. Even in the 3-hour run there’s no wasted time. No spinning the wheels. The story is two or three films in one. Given that this movie is about a life, what we see is a compressed drama against a backdrop of world events.

It’s serious. Not much room for everyday humour. Just a sprinkling of irony. Nuclear physicists did change the world forever. Would the change have happened anyway? Yes, most probably, but the world would now be a different place if the bomb had been realised in the Europe of the 1940s rather than the US.

When big science meets national and global politics the results are disturbing. Robert Oppenheimer acted as a nexus. Events pulled him like a powerful magnet from one impossible situation to another. At the same time, he made choices based on strong convictions and a single-minded assurance.

His faith in a “liberal” America was tested to the limit as the devils of political intrigue and ambition kicked against him. The human choices of the head and the heart were stirred into conflict. The sharp tension between right-wing politicos and left-wing intellectuals killed any middle way to bring the globe together to manage the new threat of nuclear confrontation.

Sub-stories ranged over challenges I recognised. The whole art and practice of managing experts, in his case on a large scale, of the Manhattan project, were on display. How do you create urgency and unity around a controversial project? The military couldn’t do it by compulsion alone. The ethical and moral case had to be made for pursuing an aim that would transform the world, or even destroy the world. Once made, the atomic bomb could not be un-invented.

The war to end all wars became nothing of the sort. One bomb led to another and the dangerous stalemate of the Cold War. The later shaped my life as much as anyone who’s over 60-years.

On the technical front, what is fascinating to an engineer, like me, is the vexed question of – what if? What if the massive technical risks of the Manhattan project had not paid off[2]? Or it had taken years more to make a viable bomb? We will never know.

This film, part biography, written and directed by Christopher Nolan was so much in his style. However, on the screen there was no doubt who was dominant. The Irish actor Cillian Murphy is stunning. His Robert Oppenheimer burns into the eyes. What an incredible role.

The temptation is to use a wide range of adjectives that reach a crescendo. There’s a pile of reviews that do. So, I’ll turn to the parts that were not so coherent. Strangely Kenneth Branagh as Niels Bohr worked. However, the portrayal of Einstein was less convincing. The use of black and white pictures to demark different times worked well but was annoying. And sometime the thunderous noises and dramatic flashes were a bit OTT.

Overall, it’s a “must see” film for 2023 and best on the big screen. But don’t sit in the front row.

[1] https://www.imdb.com/title/tt15398776/

[2] Early morning of 16 July 1945, in New Mexico, work at Los Alamos led to a test of the first nuclear weapon.

Stomping off

Boris Johnson is going from the green benches but, like it or not, he will still be with us as a voice for Brexit

Middlesex is a place that isn’t a place. When I lived in the English town of Staines, the postal address would often have Middlesex as the county. In fact, Staines is in the county of Surrey. History, and former administrative boundaries still echo into the present. It’s not confusing for postmen and women but for anyone unfamiliar with that part of the world, it’s strange.

Uxbridge is in Middlesex, or it was in past times. In electoral terms, the UK Parliament constituency of Uxbridge and South Ruislip [1] is a marginal seat. It’s that far west boundary of London.

Uxbridge is a university town. Uxbridge has a London tube station.

During the 2016 UK referendum on European Union (EU) membership, I stood with local students at a table in the street outside Uxbridge’s tube station. We had lots of interesting encounters with residents talking about what would, or would not happen if the Leave campaign won the referendum. If I remember rightly, the disposition of people we met was about 50:50.

A conversation with one local businesses man turned out to be quite revealing. He put it like this – my head tells me to vote to stay in the EU, but my heart tells me to vote to leave the EU. On the day, for a majority it seems that the heart won out over the head. The consequences of that vote we all now know.

Uxbridge and South Ruislip is in the News. Projections focusing on the next General Election are confident that the Parliament constituency will flip from Conservative to Labour. The polls show a highly likly swing.

That would mean that Boris Johnson’s time as Member of Parliament (MP) would come to an end with electoral defeat next year. So, the current News that Boris Johnson has resigned as a Conservative MP is not such a surprise to me. Usually, an MP in such a position does what’s called the “chicken run”[2]. That is, they get selected as a candidate in a more winnable seat so that they can retain a career in Parliament. Boris Johnson has moved seat before.

Boris Johnson is all about drama. Boris Johnson is all about exceptions. Stomping off and ranting about the unfairness of his enemies is designed to get weekend newspaper columnists filling pages about him. He’s never going to go quietly. Even outside the House of Commons there’s always going to be a well-paid pulpit for this torrid man. The loud noises he makes appeals to a section of the country, much as Trump does the same in the US.

Middlesex has gone but it’s still with us. Boris Johnson is going from the green benches but, like it or not, he will still be with us as a voice for Brexit. The reality is that the Conservative Party is split. Broken apart by in-fighting. It’s in chaos. In a way, there is a parallel with the mid-1990s. Disputes over our place in the world, and Europe continue to fracture our politics.

POST: It has been noted that there’s no former UK Prime Minister in modern times who has so strongly attacked Parliament’s institutions and former colleagues as Boris Johnson. How British voters will respond to his victim narrative will play out next week.

[1] https://members.parliament.uk/constituency/3817/overview

[2] https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/are-mps-doing-the-chicken-run/

Why become an engineer?

At times in our lives there are choices to be made. That is if you are lucky enough to be able to make those choices. What courses to study at different stages of youth, is a big question. My story has more pragmatism that idealism. I was a great deal better at maths, physics, and geography than history or english langauage. Underlying that was as much interest as natural ability. It wasn’t so much a typical divide between the arts and humanities and science and technology. I enjoyed art. I’d say it’s having more of a graphical mind than a one that’s tunned to langauage and words.

I had a fascination with machinery. Growing-up on a farm I had plenty of opportunities to work with machinery. Taking engines apart and fixing anything and everything that needed fixing. What I found frustrating was the make-do-and-mend approach. It’s the classic agricultural attempt to fixing everything with 6-inch nails or baler twine. When money is tight, it’s a question of keeping machinery going for as long as possible before having a big bill or to chuck it away.

It was evident that small family livestock farming wasn’t for me. That feeling gave me more incentive to study. I left school at 16 yrs. with a moderate number of exams under my belt. What to do wasn’t clear but it wasn’t an open book either. I applied for apprenticeships within commuting distance of home. Local engineering employers of the time, Westland helicopter in Yeovil, Racal in Wells and Plessey Marine in Templecombe were targeted with letters from me. That’s the businesses of aircraft, radar, or sonar.

I’m a great believer in serendipity. Events come together by chance and an outcome can be better than might have been imagined. In 1976, I got a positive response from Plessey Marine Research Unit (PMRU). That year, the company sponsored two apprentices. Me being one of them.

Westland helicopter had a large long-established apprentice training school. A couple of my school mates ended up in Yeovil. Then, so did I but at Yeovil college. It ran an Engineering Industry Training Board (EITB)[1] training programme. This gave a bunch of 16-year-olds their first exposure to machine tools. The 48-week programme was much more. Some skills are life skills, that like riding a bike, are not forgotten. Today, I can still make a reasonable decent weld.

Training within PMRU was a series of placements moving from department to department. Although I was employed as a drawing office trainee there were other possibilities opened. The mix included a day-release to continuing studying.

Back to the original question. Why be an engineer?

There were professional engineers I worked with, and who mentored me, who did much more than put up with a curious local youth. They were inspiring. I wanted to do what they did. I wanted to understand design. I wanted to know the theory behind Sonar systems. Those steppingstones in the years between 16 and 18 are of immense importance. My opportunity to cultivate fascination drove my motivation to study. It worked. It set me on a path.

It’s one thing to put STEM[2] in schools. It’s another to give students real experience, of real work in real workplaces. Both are needed.

[1] https://mrc-catalogue.warwick.ac.uk/records/WDP/3

[2] Science, technology, engineering, and mathematics (STEM) the umbrella term used to group together the distinct technical disciplines.

Talent

We all met talented people throughout our lives. This can evoke a wide range of feeling. From the wide-eyed awe to the upset of the green-eyed monster of jealousy. Those blessed with a facility to achieve more, and the dedication to make the most of that talent, can have an immensely positive impact on their communities. It’s doesn’t always turn out that way but when it does our focus is attracted. We look on with admiration, joy, and hopefulness. Hopefulness that the joy will rub off onto others and inspire.

The passing of the Brazilian footballer Pelé is the passing of an era. If it’s an image of a screen or picture in a newspaper he had the capability to shine. It’s a heavy weight to be classed as the “greatest players of all time.” Such accolades can be the ruination of a normal mortal. Afterall we are not built to be super-human.

To anyone under 30 years old, it’s not easy to convey the transition of television from a Black and White screen to a Colour screen. It seems so primitive. The kick-off of Pelé’s fame took place in the monochrome world. That didn’t dim our amazement at his talent. The dynamics of his movement. His ability to outwit those around him on the football field. The delight of elegant goals striking the back of the net. This summed up to be special.

Who would have thought that a Brazilian professional footballer would make the world a better place. For generations of young people kicking footballs around hard-hit neighbourhoods there’s a star. It doesn’t matter that few will have such great skill to show-off. What matters is the inspiration.

World Cup glory came his way three times. That’s unmatched. The bar has been set for those to come. Good luck to those who try.

R.I.P. Pelé.