Showing posts from September, 2021

COP this Mr Morrison

  COP26 is coming up. It's a get together of world leaders and negotiators. It's happening in Glasgow at the end of October and the aim is for everyone to agree to do more to combat the causes of climate change. Some people say there's nothing to worry about, that climate change is all recurring natural cycles. It is true that climate cycles of the past have caused widespread changes in the environments of the day and no doubt many species have come and gone as a result. But natural climate cycles typically happen slowly - slowly enough for evolution to work, thereby giving species the chance to adapt. So evolution carries on wending its way wheresoever it is going - and who knows where that is? Certainly not us - we'll be long gone by the time it gets there. The change in climate which is happening now though, is happening so fast as to make the suggestion that it is due to anything other than human activity laughable. And anyway, if a tree is falling and you look up t

Yesterday when I was young

  Someone said to me at the weekend that the world is in a mess. If you think about it - it's not really surprising; in the big scheme of things humans have only just swung down from the trees. It's no wonder we're having trouble growing up into a sensible global civilisation.   One of our problems is that we don't learn fast enough.   A warthog hits the savannah at birth and very quickly learns how to avoid lions - or doesn't get to pass on the genes. By comparison humans are useless when they are born. I'm not saying that warthogs should be the dominant species, but humans could do with steepening their learning curve. Have you ever seen the TV programme "Grumpy Old Men"? I could be in it. Compelled to watch early evening television this evening by virtue of the fact that I was in the same room, I found myself grumbling about everything on it.   Why do advertisers insult their audience by portraying men as stupid while their wives are in possession o

Seeing the whole of the moon

I like the idea of the pen being mightier than the sword but I guess it rather depends on whose hand wields the pen. I'm sure it is possible for a paragraph of prose to cut a swathe of understanding, justice, and logic through the banal swamp of ignorance and apathy in which much of humanity resides. The notion of an armour-clad knight of the literary realm sweeping across the sky raining glorious and uplifting words upon the parched masses brings to mind a favourite song. It's "The Whole of The Moon" by The Waterboys. Released in 1985 this song is a lyrical tour de force. I've always thought it was about drugs but a quick net search revealed that there are many interpretations; from a journey of self discovery to an allegory of gay love - not sure about that one. Mike Scott, who wrote the song, says it's about someone like CS Lewis who sees and explores things deeply, or someone like Jimi Hendrix who "came like a comet, blazing your trail". He says

How people cope...

  Lockdown is tough, more so for some than others. In the course of my work I speak to a variety of clients most days and it is the ones who are doing it alone who struggle the most. That's why we hear the words "be kind" so often. Some people are so pleased to get a phone call they will talk for ages - and that's fine - why shouldn't they? The least I can do is spare some time for a conversation which veers off topic for a while. The whole family and I went for a bike ride today. The idea was that they would cycle down the normal path to the furthest point from our house, about 2 kilometres, and then turn round and come back. I, on the other hand, wanting to get some real exercise decided to cycle towards town and then go round the long way, hoping to get to the 'turning point' before the rest of them.   During the course of my excursion I witnessed a range of temperaments so wide I thought I should write about it.   Some people put their heads down and s