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Key Ingredients

Daily writing prompt

What are the most important things needed to live a good life?

Let’s say that the rudimentary basics are already at hand. Air, water and food are right at the top of the pyramid of needs. If that’s all that was available to me huddling in my damp cave, a good life it certainly wouldn’t be.

I was going to go to Roman times and quote Cicero: “If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need”. With that one I think it would be reasonable to expand “garden” to mean the whole of the natural world. A garden’s gifts, a variety of plentiful decent sustenance. Not just beans and potatoes.

Next to satisfy the intellect. A library, in the conventional sense, sitting here in the digital 21^st Century, isn’t enough. But do I really want to say – INTERNET access? This is too worthy.

Cut to the chase. There is no good life without fun. That meaningless, pointless, misdirection of effort for no other reason than it’s fun. Difficult to define universal fun. So, what’s needed is the freedom to do whatever it is that amuses and entertains (within civilised boundaries).

illusion

Daily writing prompt

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

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Not a phrase I find the least bit appealing. Could be applied to the movie The Truman Show. Those three words, “having it all” are an illusion and not a comic one. Even the concept of “all” is dodgy. Our universe is so complex and astonishing that it’s impossible to know what’s around the next corner. At least that’s true for any current day human.

The only way to satisfy these criteria is to give-up on ambition, learning and wonder and settle for the here and now, whatever. Even if I say the criteria is now satisfied, the troublesome problem of doubt will inevitably creep in.

If you don’t believe me, just flip a decade. In 10-years, in our time, change occurs so quickly that what I once thought important is now way down the list. We are not meant to be static creatures. Our whole essence is change and the ability to adapt to it.

Revisiting Brexit: Lessons

In life partnership is key. Most of us have no desire to live as a hermit. The dull confines of a hermitage are best left to a small few. That extends to communities as well. It’s rare for societies to live in isolation and avoiding relationships with others. People come together when they share values. So, it has been in Europe in the post-war era.

Relative to the astronomical losses that the whole UK accumulated because of Brexit, the gains of the latest European Union (EU) – UK deal are modest. The positive take, from Monday, is the direction of travel. Cool heads have prevailed, and a new deal of mutual benefit to both parties has been agreed. There’s more detail to follow as might be expected.

Unsurprisingly, those who failed miserably over the last decade are now carping bitterly[1]. Remember Johnson, who as UK Prime Minister (PM) had a large parliamentary majority that he threw away. His incompetent administration sealed an extremely bad deal.

The years following the 2016 referendum have been wasted years. Tedious nonsense about Brexit benefits have echoed through those years without anything good arising. Brexit “freedoms” are a metaphor for acting foolishly and without any relation to prevailing facts.

Last July, the British electorate said “no” to the parade of Conservative Party catastrophes[2]. The UK decided to go in a different direction. It was the Labour Party that toped the poll. Lib Dems and Greens doing well too. Since the General Election, and since the beginning of the year, the ebb and flow of global events has been truly turbulent. In historic terms, when UK PM Harold Macmillan was asked what the biggest challenge for a statesperson was, he replied: “Events, dear boy, events”[3]. Seems he was right.

Starmer is a fascinating character. Not the characteristic statement of a lifelong liberal, like me. The tool makers son, who schooled in Reigate, to become a top lawyer, climbed the slippery pole of pollical life, to become PM. Along the way he’s done what’s most typical of successful British politicians. That is, he’s changed his mind and allegiances along the way. Going from Labour Party leader to PM in 4-years is quite an achievement.

I don’t have to agree with the PM. In fact, as far as his priorities in government, I don’t agree with the PM a lot. Although, I’ve personalised these words, I wish to take due care. I speak only of him as PM. I’ve never met him. So, let’s focus on his role.

An EU-UK Brexit “reset” was inevitable. If it didn’t happen now, it would have happened eventually. Why would both global trading partners persist with a lose-lose situation? Dealing with serious national issues is a PM’s job. It’s not to avoid or obfuscate. Here Starmer is praiseworthy. Instead of struggling on as if nothing could be done, he’s acted.

What I dislike is the mindless bile that emerges in the conservative Press and in dark corners of social media. Swilling around with ever more hostile adjectives, it’s as if all sense has been lost by part of society. By all means express unhappiness if the cherished beliefs of Brexit are being contested. Everyone has a right to criticise. Please do it in a civilised manner.

What’s foolish is the leader of the Conservative Party who has jumped on the pessimist’s bandwagon. Why do they persist in talking Britain down? Gloomy and unattractive it’s no wonder their poll ratings are plunging. Instead of speaking on Europe, with eloquent and knowledgeable thoughtfulness, we get a diatribe of prejudice and backward thinking. Sad indeed.

[1] Read the Daily Telegraph, The Mail or Express. Newspapers in name only.

[2] https://researchbriefings.files.parliament.uk/documents/CBP-10009/CBP-10009.pdf

[3] Harold Macmillan’s time as PM (1957-1963) was marked by major events, including the Suez Crisis.

Work-Life Balance

Now retired, I sure didn’t always do this daily balancing act well. It was a difficult one to master at the best of times. Especially when work involves travel and was dictated by unpredictable events and demands. In aviation, I mean experiences like accidents and incidents, and the more unusual, like the closure of airspace by the volcanic eruptions in Iceland in 2010.

The maxim: “If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life” can be a deceptive little ditty. That’s because time travels incredibly fast when busy and working at interesting problems.

What advice would I give to my younger self? Learn to say “no” in a smart way. Don’t let pride or guilt, those testy emotions, influence too much. And don’t let others use them against you.

Additionally, jobs with responsibility do have unpleasant and mundane aspects. Say, someone’s performance appraisal didn’t go well, or the budgetary forecast were way off or the advice you gave was based on flawed assumptions. These situations happen to everyone. The message is don’t take this baggage home if you can avoid it.

Eurovision 2025: Highlights and Predictions

Joyous entertainment. An ever-flashier lighted spectacle. Comic, dramatic, eccentric. It’s all of these and more besides. That’s Eurovision.

This year’s crop has variety. There’s peculiar voices that make me cringe. There’s pop with extra added pop. There’s retro seriousness with genuine heart. There’s dressy comic fun. There’s the music equivalent to adrenalin filled energy drinks. There’s sexy costumed excess.

Thank God for public service broadcasting. Hats-off to the European Broadcasting Union (EBU)[1]. Every year they come up with a bright spot in a troubled world. The biggest music show in the world. This year, Switzerland is doing a banging job.

The Grand Final of the 69th Eurovision Song Contest, takes place in Basel on Saturday evening. Worldwide people will be glued to their screens. Here’s an event that bring the world together. Yes, a smidgen of politics creeps into the arena. Thankfully it’s not the dominant force. Clearly, the theme here is unity through music. Celebrating what we have in common.

Sweeden (KAJ – Bara Bada Bastuare) are highly rated for a win. Personally, although I like these jokers and their act, it reminds me too much of a Monty Python sketch. He seems to be popular with the audience but I’m not a fan of Tommy Cash. Estonia is going to do well. For me, Espresso Macchiato is just too blatantly silly.

Granted it’s not the most spectacular single act, I like Armenia. The man is full of raw energy. PARG should be high on the evening’s final list. There’s something devilish about Miriana Conte of Malta. Colourful in excess. She should get a lot of votes for her well executed exuberant spectacle. Looking away is impossible.

I maybe a mild-mannered prude but please let’s not have Finland and Erika Vikman win the night. The act is too contrived to be edgy and get noticed. And sorry Mr JJ. Wasted Love is more like wasted painful screeching in my book. Austria nil points.

In a more traditional style, Klavdia from Greece has a simple honesty that shines through. That should be rewarded with votes. What The Hell Just Happened? Could be applied to the Saturday night result when the time comes. It’s the title of the United Kingdom entry. I wish the group Remember Monday good luck.

Eurovision is going from strength to strength. This inheritance is to be treasured.

POST: In my mind an unexpected result. Regardless of the political element of large-scale public voting, I didn’t think the Austrian entry had much going for it. Same with Israel. 2025 has been a bumper year for choice, in terms of the variety of acts, but the winners are run of the mill. Good luck to Austria in hosting the competition next year. I’m sure they will do a fine job.

[1] https://www.ebu.ch/home

Myths vs. Reality

We live in a world of contradictions. What am I thanking about? The current febrile immigration debate has all the hallmarks of magical thinking. Here we are surrounded by water, living in an economically active favourable part of the world and yet public concern is directed at “others”.

I’ve no problem with the current British Government berating the past Government for not fixing a problem. It’s normal for a governing party in the first couple of years of their term of office to point the finger of blame. It’s easy. Painting a picture of past failure makes the road ahead clearer. It’s easier to start from a point of low expectations.

However, it seems it’s not the resurgence of the Conservative Party that the Labour Party are concerned about. Today, such a prospect would be like the reincarnation of a squirrel that had been run-over by a 42-ton truck driven by the electorate.

The announcement of the day is setting an ambition to squeeze immigration. Recent local elections have shown that this banner flies well with those who vote in local elections. Because the opinion polls give bizarre indications too, the questionable assumption is that if a General Election was called by an irrational Prime Minister there’d be a surge in far right-wing voting.

We have new kids on the block. They are not at all new even if the have a new name. It’s an Orwellian name. Because an ultra-conservative party isn’t in the business of newness as much as they are stirring up ancient antagonism.

Anyway, the Reform Party are the current snake oil salesman selling their easy solutions to difficult problems. They were once named; Referendum, UKIP and Brexit Party. All proponents of magical thinking and with a poor track record.

The story goes like this. Stop overseas immigration and make the hordes of economically inactive people of Britan take-up the vacancies that would result. When Reform voters hear this narrative, they don’t think it applies to them. They believe there’s a mythical group of lazy people who need to be forced back to work and off overly generous State benefits.

In this public debate it’s as well to look at the numbers[1]. Reform voters are predominantly of 50-years and older and the economically inactive are predominantly 50-years and over[2]. Thus, I say, we live in a world of contradictions.

COVID did see a large number of people take, or be forced into early retirement. Those who have experienced a lifetime of their terms and conditions of employment being degraded took the opportunity to do something else. Often that included voluntary work or caring roles. Reform have concocted plans to pressure people back into conventional employment. These plans are uncosted and not cheap. Lots of government funded incentives and training, for example. In the real world, funding must come from somewhere. That’s likely to be from the privatisation of health services and cancelled benefits. In this scenario don’t expect to get a state pension until well past 70 years

[1] https://researchbriefings.files.parliament.uk/documents/SN07119/SN07119.pdf

[2] https://www.gov.uk/government/statistics/economic-labour-market-status-of-individuals-aged-50-and-over-trends-over-time-september-2023/economic-labour-market-status-of-individuals-aged-50-and-over-trends-over-time-september-2023

The Value of Public Service

In praise of public life[1]. That sound like such a strange sentence to utter about this last week. It’s been local election week. First Thursday in May is traditionally the day of elections in the UK.

It’s good to say that a political life is a positive. I’d say most councillors elected in this crop are motivated by the simple idea of public service. Yes, a lot of them will have completely different understanding as to what that means but there’s a general desire to make life better.

Naturally, there are the exceptions. That is those people who are ideologues, intent on imposing their views on people regardless of rational belief or any basic understanding of how the world works. Yes, I am talking about the blip that is the current results for the Reform Party. Blip it is. Like it or not, the turnout for local elections is sadly unimpressive.

Party politics is in jeopardy. I’ve nothing to object to politicians who take an independent line. It’s often those individuals who cross boundaries and unravel roadblocks to stop a stasis descending over a political assembly. A council chamber full of sheep helps no one.

To command popular support a practical political party must be a board church. We have a common expectation that decision-making forums be made up of our peer group. It’s embedded in the jury system. If decision-making in the public realm becomes so disconnected from everyday life, then respect is lost. However, if ever changing newspaper headlines drive governance – well, you get my point.

I say, conventional Party politics is in jeopardy because popularism is distorting the playing field. If a political Party becomes a rabble-rousing creature that sits on the backs of the electorate, then no good will come of it. That’s especially true when issues pursued are nothing much to do with the remit of a Council.

My prediction is that the new Reform councillors will soon get locked into lots of noisy arguments over issues that bypass the things that need to be done in each locality. No fixing potholes or planting trees when meaningless debates about “woke” can be had. No improving recycling achievements or properly funding care provisions. No building affordable housing or cleaning up waterways.

For political leaders and parties to regain respect and support there needs to be less communication about the possible ways and means and more about what’s been done. Populism takes over when people become fed-up with endless jam tomorrow arguments. The cycle of empty promises feeds the demigods.

My advice. Even if it’s just one pothole is fixed – tell people.

[1] Book Title – In Praise of Public Life : the Honor and Purpose of Political Science

Embracing Uncertainty

Daily writing prompt

Describe a risk you took that you do not regret.

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Best time to get a job is when you already have one. One of life’s conundrums. If you need work, it’s not so easy to find. If you already have work opportunities spring up. This phenomenon is strangely true in my experience.

It’s those situations where I’m doing something I enjoy and getting reasonably well paid for it. Then there’s an urge to see scan around to see what potential next steps there are out there.

It’s not extreme risk taking. It’s a risk, nevertheless. Throwing aside a comfortable and rewarding position for a much greater degree of uncertainty. Especially when going from a job with no end date to one that offered a five-year contact with only a vague possibility of renewal. Not only that but going to a start-up organisation that was not entirely guaranteed to thrive. Facing the fact that some people would have been happy if it hadn’t succeeded.

I did it. No regrets. In fact, in retrospect it was the high point of my professional career.

Plug and sigh

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Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.

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Weird, I know. My first thought as I looked across my tatty desk. Cables are irritating. Even the alternative is irritating. Tapping away at this keyboard I’m tied by a slim black wire that runs off into a darkened place. If I had a wireless keyboard, I’d be doubly irritated. Sure, as eggs are eggs the battery would not be charged when I needed it to be charged. And I would have put the battery charger away in a box and forgotten where I’d put it.

They’re everywhere. Cables and connectors. This could be the century of the cable, much a the last one. Dam things are cash cows too. Companies like to extract the maximum consideration out of us. Our fantastically capable new tech is useless unless we dip into our pockets and buy cables with just the right connector[1].

Fine, there have been attempts to overcome this bond we have with wires. Wireless charging and wireless connections don’t always deliver what they say on the box. They can be as much faff as plugging in cables. Physics dictates those energetic electrons like conductors. When power is needed, travelling faster and further through wires. Whizzing along with the potential to do work wherever they end up.

If I take the bigger picture, the situation is not so simple. Wires dedicated to communication are going out of fashion. Once upon a time copper wires brough the telephone into the house. Now, that communication is optical. Light flashes to the tune of the ones and noughts we seek.

Getting power from A to B, storing it and using it as needed, there lies unending challenges. From the mega to the micro level. Controversies about huge electricity pylons straddling the countryside. To powering the lean electronics hidden in the plastic case of my keyboard.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of wires. And danced the earth on laughter-powered things.

To borrow a poetic line on flying[2]. If only we could loose this bond forever. Unlikely as it seems. In my profession we contend with the fact that civil aircraft, where lightness equals profit, there’s between 100 and 200 miles of wires.

Let’s think. Will this be perpetual? Put aside all the steps that machines may advance, at some level they come down to wires and multiple connections. In a way, lucky for us. That means there will always be an off switch.

[1] https://newsthump.com/2018/05/21/man-decides-to-keep-box-of-cables-hes-has-since-2002-for-another-year/

[2] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/157986/high-flight-627d3cfb1e9b7

God, what next?

It’s Sunday. A day of reflection. A day when mentioning God might not be too controversial. Naturally, I might not do that in a conventional way. A train of though linking one or two events.

If I go back to my school days. Don’t worry it’s what happens when you click 65. Foolish reminiscences of day that are falling into the history books. Yes, when the 1970s are history. In the true sense of the word. Now, erudite historians chew over the earth-shattering events of my childhood. I didn’t know until this week that the Kennedy shooting in the US coincided with an event relevant to my growing-up. Adventures in space and time. The first broadcast of Dr Who.

Before I digress too much, what I was thinking about was a teacher. Johnny Rayworth. I’m unsure about the spelling of his surname name but you get the idea. To a class of misbehaving boys, his retort was: “God’s on my side. Clarence” Basically, don’t be silly boy you have no agency in my classroom. He called everyone Clarence. I suspect because he couldn’t remember names or there was some association that is lost in the mists of time.

He was one of several war years teachers at my school. This portly gentleman had a wooden leg. His subject – technical drawing. It seems remarkable in 2025 that boys were taught drawing 50-years ago. It did me no harm. My first job was in an engineering drawing office.

Evoking God as a way of saying this is good. That’s got a lot of mileage. Because the BBC like to do reminiscence too, I have a catchy lyric running through my head this morning. “God Gave Rock and Roll to You” gets repeated over and over. A simple song that started life in 1973 with a British rock band called “Argent”. They are long forgotten. Their legacy is an undeniable example of good works. The world is a better place for an uplifting song or two.

The internet is full of a lifetime of Groucho Marx quotes. The man was a master of the one liner. As an American comedian a lot of his lines sum-up the American experience but there’s a universality to them too.

This last week, however generous my thinking I’m inclined to say that we can all take generosity beyond its limits. Like the man says: “Be open minded, but not so open minded that your brains fall out.” As much as a few may say that the international trade tariff avalanche is a long-term attempt to do good in the US, the evidence points to a collective act of brains falling out.

There’s an abundance of Trump memes scattered about social media. The one I like the most this week is here.