Back2sq1: February 2005
You have probably been wondering what connection there is
between great crested newts and the ever-growing threat to the
British way of life. How have coypu infiltrated every level of
government, and what is the real reason that speed cameras are
breeding at such an alarming rate? Is global warming really
caused by breathing? Can the answer to life, the universe and
everything be found in children's stories, and does poetry
have a role to play? Who is Henry (Fred) "Shrimp"
Houseago, and does it matter? The answers to almost all of
these vital questions will occasionally be found here.
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on 21 February 2005 at 08:35
Putting the horse in front of the cart doesn't
help
A large number of drivers seem happy to fall in with the
dangerous myth that slowing down will keep death off the
roads. Dithering along, they habitually carry on eye-contact
conversations with their passengers, gesture fondly at the
passing countryside, delve around in the glove compartment or
try to placate mewling infants at the same time as
attempting, in a vague sort of way, to control their
vehicles. They are a hazard to themselves and those they
spend their lives obstructing. But of course no-one ever
tells them. They crawl smugly past speed cameras, scowl at
anyone who overtakes them and think they are the safest thing
on four wheels.
They would surely be happier with a horse and cart. The same
would no doubt be true of the equally deluded local academic
who thinks that driving a car is roughly equivalent to
invading Iraq. But retreating to horses and carts is far from
the safe solution we might nostalgically suppose. Just 130
years ago, the railway came to the village of Worstead, just
outside North Walsham. The village Chronicle hoped bullishly
it would lead to “less absolute stagnation and lifelessness”.
No doubt that explains the current liveliness and enthusiasm
in the area.
Other than the new-fangled train, the horse and cart was the
normal mode of transport in the mid-1870s, and the same issue
of the Chronicle that welcomed the railway reported two
serious local road accidents. In one a young girl – Alice
Long – died after falling from a donkey cart in a collision
with a cart and horses that had emerged from a field. Another
girl was seriously injured.
Strange – or maybe not – that emerging carelessly and too
slowly on to a faster road is still a major cause of
accidents.
The previous week a man had been badly hurt when his cart was
in collision with another one “driven at a very rapid rate”
at dusk on the way back from Norwich. Horse-and-cart experts
at the University of East Anglia will be able to tell us how
fast this was likely to be, but no further information is
available. Had the driver of the slower cart dozed off? Was
either driver changing a cassette? Were their lights on?
The more things change, the more they remain the same.
Weather changes bin happening
Strange phenomena are abroad again. One reader who lives near
Wymondham has noticed that the weather seems to be better on
those days designated for green wheelie bin collection than
on those designated as grey wheelie bin days.
“Grey bin days,” he adds, “are usually wet and, well, grey.”
He feels that yellow wheelie bins might bring brighter
weather, albeit with a risk of global warming. It seems to
me, however, that such a theory would lead to very patchy and
localised weather. Here in Thorpe Hamlet, we are stuck with
black bags and green boxes, and weather that just can’t make
up its mind.
Another correspondent has observed black, rectangular
markings on some roads. My immediate assumption was that
these were the black lids of the green recycling boxes,
carelessly flung down by the collectors, who always seem to
be in a hurry, and punched into the asphalt by passing HGVs.
But my correspondent is much more suspicious: he feels they
are “obviously a detecting device designed to find out (a)
where we're going; (b) where we've been; (c) who or
what we are carrying; and (d) whether we are up to date with
road fund licences and/or MOT effectiveness”.
He adds: “Call me paranoid if you like.” This seems a good
idea. Thank you, Mr Paranoid.
Dark designs on border village?
The citizens of Shelfanger, on the Norfolk-Suffolk border,
had better be careful. I was walking near New Buckenham the
other day, trying to work out how to ford the moat and storm
the castle, when I noticed that the road sign at Dam Brigg –
a popular local junction – had been tampered with.
The word “Shelfanger” had been carefully painted over in
white. What can this mean? The road in question – not a quiet
lane, but a wide and often straight B-road – does indeed go
directly to Shelfanger. I checked. From Dam Brigg there is no
reasonable alternative way.
So why must this fact be kept from us? Is Shelfanger due for
demolition? Is it about to be flooded out of existence? Has
it upset the county council? Is it being sent to Coventry? Or
is it just part of the normal highways campaign to keep us
all driving desperately around, causing as much pollution as
possible?
£xciting grant for advertising breakthrough
A £1m lottery grant has been awarded to the UEA’s School of
Penguins, Chess and Road Surfacing to carry out research into
using the surface of roads, or possibly the City Hall clock
tower, as an advertising medium.
“We are really excited about this,” said Prof Ian “Sam”
Aufmerksam. “It was a close-run thing between us and some
campaign to help carers, whatever that means. Our knowledge
of chess and penguins enabled us to explain our proposals in
black and white, with a bit of orange for colour.
“We were able to lay down some very sharp guidelines, and we
had our criteria in place.”
Prof Henry (Fred) “Shrimp” Houseago, from the University of
Pondhenge, who acted as consultant for the bid, said he felt
roads were ideal for advertising purposes, because “drivers
aren’t really doing anything”. Prof Houseago admitted he had
shares in a company that makes radar speed guns, but said
this was “a side issue”.
Newts back cuckoo campaign
A consortium of great crested newts has launched a campaign
to get cuckoos into the red. The newts have had a great deal
of success in placing themselves and other creatures, like
cyclists, on the endangered species list, which they find
brings many benefits – such as special pathways under and
along major roads, plus occasional feeding stations, and
fines for anyone who disturbs them.
The cuckoo’s increasing rarity is on the brink of putting it
on the red list of highest conservation importance, and the
newts are right behind it.
“It won’t be long before they have a legal right to use any
bird’s nest they like to lay their eggs in,” said a
spokesnewt. “And why not?”
on 7 February 2005 at 04:00
Living between cataclysms
Just as a red sky at night tells us that the next day will be
wonderful for shepherds, the warm glow of an approaching
February 16 means it has been a delightful few weeks for
alarmist climatologists and their political friends. Yes,
next week the Kyoto treaty comes into effect. It will make no
difference to the climate, but it means we have been treated
recently – and will no doubt continue to be treated over the
next month or so – to any number of dire predictions from
Exeter and elsewhere.
Most of these predictions, if you listen carefully to
responsible scientists, will be on the impossible side of
highly unlikely, but those are the ones seized on by the
media, who love a good scare story. They are the people who,
if you remember, told you that the Asian tsunami was caused
by global warming, or if it wasn’t, the next one would be –
as blatant a piece of rubbish as you are likely to hear. You
will have heard, no doubt, that Antarctic ice is pouring into
the sea and the Greenland icecap is melting at an alarming
rate. Polar bear numbers are falling and the sea level is
rising.
In fact Arctic temperatures fluctuate naturally in cycles
about 40 years long. The warming phase now happening in the
Arctic is similar to one between 1900 and 1940. The
near-surface Arctic air temperature was higher in 1940 than
now, despite all the greenhouse gas emissions since.
Interestingly, the ice caps on Mars are retreating, which
presumably means that Martians are burning more fossil fuels
than we thought they were.
Polar bears are plentiful, and in a study published this year
Dr Nils-Axel Morner of Sweden, using observational records
and satellites, found that sea level rise hysteria is
overblown. He said: "There is a total absence of any
recent 'acceleration in sea level rise' as often
claimed by IPCC and related groups."
Scientists at UEA have also cast doubt on the famous hockey
stick graph used to convince us that global warming is a
recent phenomenon, with no allowance made for the well
documented medieval warm period and the later Little Ice Age.
The graph and its scary supporters assume that the climate in
northern Europe over the past millennium has been roughly
constant, but Timothy Osborn and Keith Briffa conclude that
the true variability is likely to be much greater, and if it
is, “the extent to which recent warming can be viewed as
‘unusual’ would need to be reassessed”.
The tsunami should not be overlooked, however. What it
actually tells us is that nature is a gigantic force that we
can have no effect on. As a writer in an Asian paper put it,
“ecologists have created the myth that nature represents a
harmonious equilibrium threatened by human excesses. In fact
nature's apparent harmony is a short-term illusion
between cataclysms”.
Principle of plenty overlooked again
The recent pronouncement from the National Audit Office that
there are too many surplus places in Norfolk schools is yet
another example of accountants missing the point completely.
It is essential that there are surplus places, just as it is
essential that there are surplus beds in hospitals – a rather
obvious need that was overlooked when the Norfolk and Norwich
University Hospital was built.
It is equally vital that there should be more hospitals than
would be assumed if you worked on financial principles alone,
and closing small hospitals in Norfolk is just as huge a
mistake as axing the railway network all those years ago.
There is no way we can calculate exactly what we need, and so
we have to make provision for our needs to increase. We need
space. This is just as essentially human an argument as the
equally valid though paradoxical one that small – in the case
of schools and hospitals – is beautiful.
The principle of plenty, reflecting what we see in nature, is
one that we reject at our peril when it comes to the key
areas of our lives.
Astonishing interest in Irmingland
My passing mention of the elusive non-coastal hamlet of
Irmingland seems to have excited more interest than I
anticipated.
Reader David Little of Old Catton reveals that noted Norwich
School artist John Sell Cotman stayed at the hall in 1841 and
sketched his bedroom by candlelight. The drawing – “Oliver
Cromwell's bedroom at Irmingland and my bedroom Oct 10/11
1841” – is in Norwich Castle Museum collection.
At the time the hall, although owned by the Rev S Pitman, was
rented by Cotman's wife’s niece, Katherine, the wife of
local farmer George Cross. Katherine was the daughter of Anna
Maria and John Hicks. Anna Maria was one of six Miles
sisters; others included Ann – who married John Sell Cotman –
and Elizabeth, who married another Norwich School artist,
John Thirtle. A different correspondent, Tony Foulke, was
interested in the booklet that was my source for placing
Irmingland five miles north-west of Hunstanton, a rather
wetter spot than the banks of the Bure.
He and a colleague had read the same booklet some time ago
and spotted the anomaly. “Initially we thought it something
to do with ley lines or the Peddar's Way magnetic field,”
he writes. “But after religiously checking every place name,
we found many more hamlets either slightly adrift or even a
long way from where they should be.”
Apparently a second edition corrected the errors, but the
original is highly collectable.
Mr Foulke, who no longer has his copy of the booklet, wonders
whether the Autonomous Republic of Hingham is accurately
placed. Astonishingly, it is. I can only put this down to
space-time distortion.
Move to keep everyone out of city
A shock report leaked from City Hall this week reveals that
Liberal Democrat plans for Norwich city centre go much
further than anyone thought.
It shows that a blueprint is in place for erecting
substantial gates at all the entrance points to the city
centre, joined together by a substantial wall, “possibly of
flint”.
The gates would be closed most of the time. “People cannot
expect to drive into the city centre whenever they want to,”
said a spokesperson. “We have the keys, and we will decide
who can come in.”
Buses will be issued with electronic devices to open the
gates, but police cars will be kept out because of the risk
of collision. “We will have cameras everywhere,” said the
spokesperson. “For safety reasons.”
Apparently a scheme to allow no-one but councillors into the
city has been put on one side temporarily “while practical
problems are sorted out”.