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Black Lives Matter

To avoid letting all of that unfocused anger simmer into a lifetime of disquiet and more division, the movement needs a leader.

It’s been a few weeks now since the Black Lives Matter movement hit the headlines with a surge of media coverage. As we all know, it was triggered by one particularly heinous incident in the US but there have been countless other instances along the same lines throughout history. Why then all the furore now? Perhaps the shocking footage being circulated across social media, perhaps the need to lash out following weeks of being confined to homes. Whatever the reason, it all seems to be fading again. What has it achieved? Call me a pessimist, but perhaps not much. It is even possible things have been made worse.


While mostly peaceful, some of the protests have been marred by violence (far eclipsed by the far right counter demonstrations). More to the point, it has also highlighted, from my perspective, a vague sort of righteousness from many corners that in many ways feels a little disingenuous; as if one must speak out on this as more of a procedural duty rather than from any meaningful understanding. While many campaign, I wonder whether some really get it. ( I should say that most – the BAME campaigners, many of whom will have experienced some form of racism – will almost certainly ‘get it’ in one way or another.) Arguably however, the campaigning that does take place is not necessarily useful.

I understand from some points of view the need for democratic decision in a civilised society when it comes to removing a statue. The debates regarding the statue in Oxford are probably more in keeping with this rather than the unceremonious toppling we saw in Bristol. Having said that, if the democratic process is demonstrably failing to acknowledge the issues, I can’t be too critical of those involved. When you see young girls burning the union jack on the cenotaph however, it is clear to me that the emotions (justifiably strong) of some are misguided.


My fear is that this movement, as well meaning as it is, is merely deepening the divide. There will be a significant proportion of people in the UK I am sure who will see these protests in a negative light and this will galvanise inherent racism all across the country. (Particularly as they fell in the midst of a pandemic which many will have been diligently isolating from – don’t forget, those out protesting and not observing the lockdown may not become unwell themselves but will potentially spread coronavirus and be responsible for deaths of others that could have been avoided. Raheem Stirling said that there was only one virus. I’m afraid he is wrong.)


However, more worryingly, I can’t help but wonder if other more moderate individuals will begin to feel a little intimidated by the ease with which BAME individuals label anything that happens to them as ‘racist’. For example, I mentioned to someone the other day that a friend of mine was playing a character with a Caribbean accent and they replied asking if that’s ok to do? It got me thinking. Why shouldn’t it be? From my point of view, being able to impersonate and Australian accent or an American one but not a traditionally BAME accent deepens the divide rather than heals it. Many celebrities have come out recently apologising for using ‘black face’. This is a little more contentious perhaps but nevertheless open to interpretation in the same way. I would argue that, as long as done without malice or under a genuine misguided sense of superiority, it is not offensive. Of course, things are not often so simple and there is a spectrum but we must all use a bit of common sense from time to time rather than cry fowl at every opportunity.


In many instances, this oversensitivity is counter productive and could be seen as ‘political correctness gone mad’ by many. BAME individuals will inevitably be treated differently under this scenario, with many people tip-toeing around issues or even avoiding altogether in order to avoid making some unintended faux pas.


Of course, I do have sympathy to the reactions of many considering the unimaginable injustice that has occurred historically and unfortunately that still does today. My point is that, while racism must be tackled, tackling it in the wrong way makes it somewhat of a self fulfilling prophecy. All the while, the more damaging and malignant stuff carries on underneath. In order to wipe out this sort of discrimination, it needs two things: time and focus.


Generally speaking, racist leanings are learned behaviours from parents or peers. Once learnt, they are very difficult to wipe. The call for education and inclusion in curriculums of things like slavery therefore is one of the positives of the Black Lives Matter movement. As the older generations fade, time will hopefully bring more enlightened younger ones. Hence time but also focus. Arguably the focus element is most important here. To avoid letting all of that unfocused anger simmer into a lifetime of disquiet and more division, the movement needs a leader.

It needs someone who is measured and accessible to people of all races. Someone who can guide the anger of those who have been wronged and help them to heal the divides and encourage others to heal their own prejudices. Someone who is able to build influence enough to discourage people from self destructive behaviours such as the protests during the pandemic (not all self destructive I should say because it has of course got everyone talking about it) but instead encouraging people to channel their emotions into more sensible and tactically more beneficial endeavours; ones that are not going to alienate the huge swathes of society that are probably the ones they need to win over the most.

While there are higher proportions of BAME people living in poverty, this is a result of historic disadvantage and current division and cannot be changed overnight. Poverty, from an economic point of view must be tackled as one issue, not divided up into white and BAME poverty or else the divides will continue through the generations. From a social point of view however, BAME poverty can be changed only by a focus on changing attitudes.


To find someone who can guide us all through such a change is challenging. Whether someone suitable will step up to the plate is hard to say. If no one steps up – or indeed if the wrong person does – and perpetuates the divisions further, then I fear this brief surge in popularity will have little impact in the long run.

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Thoughts of the Week

It’s been however many weeks now in lockdown and, although easing a little, much of the entertainment (or at least unpleasant distraction) is watching our government muddle their way through things in farcical fashion.


Covid aside for a second, there was furore about the $26,000 (actually pounds but my keyboard doesn’t let me do a pounds symbol) or so salary limit on foreign workers, with critics accusing the government of not valuing the work of those on lower salaries. My gut reaction was to agree with the dissent until I heard another side to the argument – that workers below this salary cap can be more easily and more cheaply trained; not that the people and the jobs being done were at all not valued. I don’t like our government, don’t get me wrong, but it was a moment I had to check myself and remind myself that there is bias on both sides of the spectrum and there are always two sides to the story. This is something that we must all be wary of. Even when there is no attempt to deliberately mislead (and there are plenty of examples of that), the sheer strength of opinion almost took me to one side of an argument that, when one looks closer and puts aside bias, is not quite as simple as it seems.


I tried to remain measured when it came to Cummings. I really did. ‘If it was just a trip up to the house in Durham to isolate there’ I said, ‘then well I suppose I can understand that’. Of course, everyone now knows it wasn’t just that and to defend it is indefensible in itself. If you disagree you are hopelessly deluded or there’s something in it for you.
It is this sort of blatant disregard for accountability and flagrant shamelessness that we have come to know and love in politics in recent times, to the extent that even those who have practised it in the past have called Cummings and the PM out for it.


Our leaders are a bit like that naughty child at school. The one who constantly pushes his luck and plays up, each time emboldened when the consequences are far less severe than anticipated, the bluff of punishment having been well and truly called.


Not many succeed at this better than Donald Trump but, to me at least, it is obvious in our government too. Frankly I wouldn’t even trust Boris or anyone of his cronies to take a picture of me lest they run of with the camera. What surprises me is that some people are surprised. There are those who are now saying that this blatant refusal to be held to account in a position of power is a slippery slope. Of course this is true but what many don’t realise is that we’re half way down that slope already.


Enough of that. In other news, I’ve been reminiscing on my childhood Wednesday evening tv viewings (the slot just after the Neighbours/Simpsons power combo of my teenage years). Star Trek is not my favourite of the “Star” franchises. Despite the tangled and ill thought out mess of the recent Star Wars films, I favour the original trilogy above all else. Having said that, I did enjoy Patrick Stewart in the Next Generation, if not just for the outstanding potential for quotes. (“engage”, “make it so” etc). The new Picard series was something I was a bit sceptical of as reviews had, for some reason, been a bit cold. I have no idea why because quite honestly it’s brilliant. Clever, action packed, stylish, nostalgic and quite poignant so far, I am absolutely loving it. I genuinely don’t want it to end (although I will definitely finish the series, unlike my refusal to watch the last season of Lost, thereby somehow making it last forever in my head). Anyway, watch Picard, it’s awesome.


One final note, this week on cyclists. This lanky and lycra-clad species are a perpetual menace to me at the best of times. Let me be straight, I am never aggressive and am always safe when I drive but deep within me, I boil over with rage whenever I see one on the road. They are particularly irritating when strong in numbers, sitting lazily in packs across an entire lane and quite literally stealing 10 minutes of my life away from me. The rage is intensified all the more as they sail straight through a red light, presumably safe in the knowledge that they’ll just phase through any oncoming traffic without so much as a hair out of place (although is it just me, or are a lot of them not just tall and lanky but also quite prone to balding as well?). Either way, I don’t know if it’s the lockdown, the weather or both but there’s bloody loads of them out at the moment. They need to stop it. In the interests of balance, I will mention the one cyclist who waved me past him as the traffic light went green the other day. I was so shocked that he’d even obeyed the law enough to stop at the red light, let alone reveal some semblance of a conscience, so perhaps I didn’t thank him as much as I should have done. Regardless, he is in the minority. Get rid of them.


Ps. As a doctor, quite apart from the environmental benefits, I would say cycling is an excellent form of aerobic exercise, especially if you want to take the load off your knees and it should be unfalteringly encouraged.
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Thoughts of the Week

What a bizarre few weeks under lockdown this has been. While much of my life has been fairly similar in terms of structure (ie normal working days etc) the content of those days has been very different. I am one of the lucky ones in this respect. Fortunately, what my life has lacked in terms of pubs and cafes and shops, it has made up for in other ways.
The excellently amateur online pub quiz has been a particular highlight on a Thursday and Saturday night. It is genuinely something I look forward to and is something the whole family gets involved in. I have also been playing on the PlayStation a lot (Divinity: Original Sin 2 for those who are interested – an extremely nerdy but very involved dungeons and dragons type game which is not my normal choice but which I am finding awesome fun). Coupled with that – and I really have been getting my geek on – I have started playing a real life dungeons and dragons story with a group of friends via Zoom. I’ve never tried it before and I have to say, it’s cracking fun. Great change to catch up with friends from around the country (and the world) apart from anything else.


That has reminded me of a Harvard study I read about once in which levels of happiness were measured and quantified. The outcome I remember was quite poignant – those who were the happiest weren’t the richest or the most successful necessarily but were the ones who had maintained close friendship groups for long periods through their lives. Something that is particularly relevant at the moment I think. With so many people separated and levels of mental health issues rising, we should all be seeking to solidify friendships above all else.


In the same vein, a recent YouGov poll found that 8 out of 10 people would prefer the government to prioritise health and wellbeing over economic growth and GDP during the coronavirus. 6 in 10 wanted this to continue beyond. In some ways, slightly meaningless because one might argue economic growth is intertwined with wellbeing. Just as above though, this may not always be the case. I do wonder sometimes whether we are hurtling forwards inexorably in the interests of progress and expansion at the expense of so many things, not least the world around us. To halt this chain reaction is far from simple of course but there may be no better time than now to reassess things.


With the muddle the government have got themselves in this week over the new lockdown rules, I am not holding my breath. While I have actually been defending their overall plan (something that I never thought I would be doing) the evasive way it has been presented and the obvious and unsavoury motivation behind it (that of political damage control and self congratulation) has been pretty farcical. Looks like the lockdown is not as stringent as it was but it is not lifted. And we are to “stay alert”. To come up with that sort of nonsense slogan really is a symptom that comes from a lack of cohesion and leadership. Spin on care home deaths, overall cases and misuse of the R number (see my latest medical article) are just a few of their misdemeanours. There is no doubt that the government’s overall mismanagement of this crisis (and I repeat, I actually think their current measures are appropriate and require people to just use a bit of common sense and stop being so precious) has been nothing short of rubbish. That this is in any way surprising to people is the biggest surprise of all from my perspective!
Keir Starmer looks to me to be the future (and had done for a long time). Such a furore and a to do for so long before someone sensible like him comes along is the biggest tragedy. It’s just a shame we will have to wait a long time for him to get hold of the reigns.


Talking of length (apologies for the tenuous segue), my hair has not been cut for a couple of months now. Most obvious are the sides of my head which are expanding outwards at a fair rate. I look like Nicholas Cage. Beanie hats now make me look legitimately like a surfer dude (at least in my own head). My beard is another matter altogether. It is wild even despite my own feeble attempts at trimming it. I am one of those vain types that normally gets my hair cut every 3 weeks or so, so I have taken this as a sign and an opportunity to grow my hair out. I have tried it twice before in my life. Both times were pretty bad and I didn’t get past the mid length stage. (In fact my first attempt coincided with my “digestives and nutella” phase at uni and so, with the extra weight I was carrying at the time, I don’t think I have ever looked more physically repulsive. I am determined for things to be different this time – with the barbers closed, I really have no choice. So far I have resisted offers from several people who fancy themselves as stylists and so will have to just let things take their natural course. I think this is the right decision.

My Take on Music

“I see music as a catalyst for thought and emotion.”

 

“Music can change the world because it can change people” according to Bono. To be honest with you, I’m not really sure what he means by that. Indeed, I am not even sure whether the cheesy Irishman really knows what he means either. When it comes to music and what it represents, there are quotes galore from musicians and all sorts of other people on the subject of music and their interpretation of what it means to them. Lots of them refer to it being “life” and part of their “soul” and stuff like that.


Whatever anyone says, it is clear music is important. The recorded music industry was estimated to be worth $19.1 billion in 2018. That it is so popular is no coincidence. There is a difference between playing music and listening to it of course. Listening to it or playing it to yourself is enjoyable for reasons I will go on to explain. Performing it to an audience is altogether different, like opening up your mind and sharing an experience with other people. For those who are shy or lonely, this collectivism can be quite a release and encourage others to understand them a little. It is a way to gain recognition and to evoke a feeling of belonging to the performer. Very often, those listening will experience the same feeling and this may transcend the actual music itself. After all, most things are more enjoyable if experienced together.


It is the versatility of music – the ability to be both solitary and communal and to appeal to all types of human being – that is its main strength.


Despite all of this, I find myself listening to music less and less. A large part of it is related to how music is delivered in this day and age compared to when I was growing up. I used to love the excitement of getting a physical CD and listening to an album; fresh, organised and planned. I am of the cohort who insists on reading actual books rather than surrendering to kindles. Electronic versions whether it be music or books lose something in my opinion. Having the actual copy in your hands feels like the complete project rather than just a knock off version. There is also the draw of building a palpable collection that one can put on display and pick from at leisure rather than hiding away in a dusty hard drive somewhere.


Quite apart from the above, although streaming does still give one the option of listening to an album, it tends to be more a case of listening to individual songs these days. I have compiled some Spotify playlists to which I will add a song on occasion but find that playing these playlists over and over again gets a bit tired. New music is ever harder to come by and I find that relying on the algorithms Spotify uses is not quite the same as my discovery methods used in my youth. I can’t put my finger on why it doesn’t seem as good though.
Part of the problem, I suspect, is the sheer volume of music available now. On the face of it, one might see this as a good thing but when you factor in the quality on show, it becomes more clear.


Music as an entity is incredibly broad, so much so that it could be considered several different entities altogether rather than a single thing. I tend to think of it as similar to the concept of life – one form of music can be as different to another just as a single bacteria is to a blue whale. With a hugely varied spectrum of quality and an ever increasing ratio of good vs bad, the general pool of music available has been severely diluted.


Using the current ‘hear a good song and wack it onto a playlist when you hear it’ method of collecting music nowadays – by no means my favoured primary way to engage with music but all I am left with – the dilution of quality serves as a huge hindrance to this process.
We favour a song if it has the ability to enhance our current emotion, almost like a drug used to accompany everyday life. This could be joy, sadness, hopefulness, introspection, wonder, a feeling of courage and self-assuredness or any one of a multitude of other feelings. This is what composers are going for when they write (for the most part). Leo Tolstoy said that “music is the shorthand of emotion” and I would tend to agree. Imagine a scene from a film without music – far less intriguing or gripping for the most part. To that end, I see music as a catalyst for thought and emotion.


My thoughts on what makes a good song therefore starts with the above definition. Beyond this, things begin to get highly subjective and quite hard to put into words. For my part, a good song may fall into any genre and can be simple or complex. It will most likely have a unique and interesting and evocative melody alongside an intelligent rhythm. I also like a progression; a sense of building although, particularly for pop music, symmetry and appropriate resolution is a positive. Clever and well thought out use of time signature and pushed beats are features that draw me to a piece. I enjoy aggression and extravagance in my rock music and intricate and technically impressive instrumentation in jazz and pop. Orchestral music appeals to me if it is epic and bold rather than understated; think the Riders of Rohan theme from The Lord of the Rings as an example. Use of the right instrument is of interest to me as well but this will be dependent on the song; I don’t have a favourite instrument to listen to per se. Finally, nostalgia has a big part to play too – much like a smell, a song has the ability to activate memories in just the same way.


For me, lyrics are not that important. I do write music and I do take care to write lyrics of good quality that relate to a piece’s message but, ultimately, the music is far more important to me. I will rarely listen to the words of a song and I’m unsure of the lyrics to even some of my favourite songs.


Changing tack for a moment, there are certain things that will mark out poor quality music in my eyes. What does nothing for me is a song that lacks in detail. Much the same way as a childrens’ cartoon or a plastic toy will employ broad and simple colours and few points of real detail, so too will a generic song peddling the basics and nothing more. Unfortunately, there are a lot of these around, often relying upon a generic template; a cheap knock off of a once original idea – one known to sell. The fact that there are many of these around is likely due to several reasons. For a start, the market for children is a big one and so it follows that music appealing to teenagers and even younger exists and that it is fairly basic and uninspiring. Beyond that, there is a tendency now for the emphasis in music commercially to be more on style and image of the artist rather than the music itself. Many a song has been released by an artist well known for their influencing more than the quality of their music. It is likely that people will truly believe they like the music even if they wouldn’t think twice about it if released by a jobless drifter. There is a psychological premise behind this, the same one that leads people to rate the taste of whisky served in a crystal glass higher than the same one served in a plastic cup.


Unfortunately, for those interested in just the songs, this is not helpful and results in artists releasing material they would normally leave on the cutting room floor as they know it will sell anyway.


Thirdly, there is a category of people – and sometimes I feel this category is quite large – whose draw to music is so superficial, that they are drawn in by the trick of a catchy riff or a gimmicky chorus. They don’t have the ability to appreciate anything deeper. Before you say I am being a snob, let me explain. Some people really don’t have that ability. In the same way I can’t comprehend how someone can paint something from scratch, nor can others comprehend the sounds we hear and process them as such. Michael Jackson once said that “everything living has rhythm.” Clearly he never saw my Dad dance. Nor does everything have melody for that matter. My flat mate at university could not hold a note let alone a tune. Music is very much in the mind.


As such, there are a lot of people out there that are content with a broader collection of music, whether they like it or not , as they don’t necessarily comprehend how one can appreciate in any greater depth. Popularity drives industry and music is very much a capitalist endeavour. The onus is on selling music rather than producing something of quality and clearly it works.


Of note, there is another cohort at play here. The ‘music for quality’s sake not commercial potential’ crew, of which it would appear I am part of based on the above. That may be true but there is colossal potential amongst this group for pretension and can result in just as much dross; music to make a statement rather than actually being any good.
The sweet spot for a good song is, in my opinion, not commonly hit upon and is often not consistently hit upon by one person (hence the occasional but increasingly rare greats).


The upshot is, I find myself searching endlessly for good songs and this can be both time consuming and frustrating. When I do stumble across a decent one, it tends to be in isolation – there is no cohesion to the quality stuff, scattered as it is across genres and artists. What matters I suppose is that, as long as the mass of music out there (including the bargain bin dross) has an audience and evokes a strong emotion in people, it could be said to be valuable. My fear is that a lot of it is at least partially popular for the wrong reasons and moreover is detrimental to the production and showcasing of higher quality material.


For me, writing this has been quite cathartic and will no doubt redouble my efforts to find more music. There are phenomenal amounts out there. Just being out there in this day and age is not enough though. Finding a way to organise and collect my music to replicate the excitement and novelty experienced before the streaming age is the key. Whether that be vinyl or just being a bit more organised with my Spotify, I’m open to suggestions. If you have any tips or indeed any good new music, just drop me a message!

 

Healthcare After Covid-19

“Just as important as the government’s role in the NHS as it emerges from Covid-19 is the responsibility all of us have. We must shift our baselines back a hundred years – maybe more”


As a civilisation, humanity knows so much. To have in our arsenal an understanding of physics that includes relativity and all of its applications alongside our almost infinite artistic creativity is testament to our intelligence. These examples only scratch the surface of what we can do. So it is hugely humbling when we experience something like the Cvoid-19 pandemic.


As powerful as we are, we are still painfully fragile in the wider context – something we have a tendency to forget. It was not so long ago that we had to undergo operations without the luxury of anaesthetic and before antibiotics, we were faced with the rather uncivilised prospect of fighting infections using just our own immune systems.


Indeed, so uncivilised has the idea of being even slightly unwell become, that people now will seek medical help for a few days of cough and sore throat. The expectation for these worried well is that it is their right to expect an immediate cure. “Surely if we can do all of these marvellous things with technology, there is no disease we cannot sort out if we put our minds to it,” these people think. But these people are living in a different world, one of their own imagination. Others more prudent, sensible or experienced will realise that what we can do falls far short of this idealistic expectation.


We as a species go further. We harm ourselves willingly and then expect our medical professionals to pick up the pieces – even become angry when they can’t. Smoking, lack of exercise, poor diets – take your pick. That these things are bad for us there can be no question.


Of course one cannot wholly blame individuals for this. Capitalistic society is to blame here as much as anything. Profit and competition introduce temptation at the expense of welfare. I am not preaching socialism here – far from it. I simply point out that the drive for business to gain custom at any cost is a huge flaw in the system and in our health.


Whichever way one looks at it, we have become spoilt. Our perspectives on what we might expect from our healthcare have been shifted gradually but significantly over the last century. Only now are we being brought down to earth with a more humbling realisation; the thin facade of our supposedly advanced age has been withdrawn. There is even a name for this sort of thing – shifting baselines syndrome. It could be applied to many things. We have come to accept the nonsense and bile that comes from Donald Trump’s horrible little mouth as just the way it is these days. The baseline has shifted.


Just in the same way, many have been spoilt by the healthcare provision that they expect as a given. What we expect as a free benefit from our NHS nowadays (toe nail surgery, access to a GP to tell them about your cough, state of the art surgical procedures, cures for cancer and lifesaving emergency response within minutes) would have been the stuff of dreams for our ancestors. That the ever-expanding achievements of the last 50 years of medicine has caused the entire system to creek under its own weight is not surprising.


When I was younger, I reassured myself that if I or anyone I knew ever became unwell, it would be fine because there would always be someone somewhere that could cure whatever ailment had befallen them. My impression of medicine was that it was water-tight and so much more precise than the reality. A reality that slowly dawned on me during medical school. Much of it is guess work. Barely any treatment is 100% effective. What we don’t know far outweighs what we do know. The assumption is that there will always be a medicine to solve all problems. In a profession that revolves around trust in the doctor or nurse (a reassurance that can be therapeutic in itself) it is difficult sometimes for us to admit that we don’t have all the answers and can only do so much. Perhaps it is time we were more open with its limitations or else we make a rod for our own backs.
One might argue that what we now provide under its umbrella has gone far beyond the boundaries of what is sensible. To argue that we can effectively achieve 100% of what we aspire to medically is not possible. The issue is, the more superfluous and luxurious perks we add in, it edges out or at best blunts the core services that are most important.


At a time in which we are faced with something as dangerous and universal as Covid-19, we must heed a wake up call. The work the NHS is doing at the moment is what it is there for. Add to that health prevention, basic surgical treatments, mental health support, serious disease detection and treatment (including cancer), dignified end of life care, and social care.


Beyond the essentials, it is time for government to look at what the NHS really stands for and what it can really achieve. (Or preferably a cross party response to side step the political distractions). In an ideal world it would do everything to maximum efficiency. If a government wants to invest enough to make this possible, then great. The reality though means that the healthier a population is, the older it gets. Add to that the ever increasing scope of potential therapeutic options and one may argue that we could reach a point where a line must be drawn in how far we go in prolonging life. Should we become reliant of a system of health to such an extent (and perhaps we have already reached that point), the consequences of that system and it’s resources failing do not bear thinking about.


Governments need to look at this, decide where the line is drawn in what the NHS does and is expected to do. More importantly, they must be open about this. To back the NHS in a blind head long rush into the future, pledging vague sums of money that don’t make any sense to those in the know – none of this is helpful in any other way than to win elections. To acknowledge the need to be sensible about what is achievable and what is not seems difficult for politicians. Hence back room deals, rumours of privatisation etc. No one wants to see a privatised NHS. If the politicians are to be believed then they are included in this group, so why the cloak and daggers? The public deserve transparency and straight forward answers. Most understand that there is no definite right answer to a problem, even more so if it is explained to them. Without this, conspiracy and disquiet will breed.


Just as important as the government’s role in the NHS as it emerges from Covid-19 is the responsibility all of us have. We must shift our baselines back a hundred years – maybe more. This is urgent. Everyone must consider how we use our health service. That cough or rash that you might normally have seen your GP about – seems to have gone now doesn’t it?! That lack of exercise, my poor diet, that smoking habit – I can do something about that myself. No one else can help and we shouldn’t have to hold your hand. (Of course we do this and will continue to do so). Self care has been important during this lockdown. And yet, it shouldn’t be any more so now than any other time.


The problems with the health care system are clear. We all know about them. Covid-19 has affected us all and is scary. But perhaps it is the wakeup call that we all need.

Musings in Quarantine

With such nice weather, I hope you’re all staying inside! Quarantine is a funny old thing and through something like this we get to see both the best and worst of humanity. (It’s just unfortunate that, in a situation such as this, we are only as good as the worst of us). It’s gearing up to be a rocky few weeks with the day job so it’s nice to catch up with this sort of stuff in the downtime. 

So, while the covidiots rush out to their barbecues, the sensible people stay indoors and the Americans head out to buy loads of guns, I thought I’d update on the book. 

A couple of rejections thus far but most agents I have carefully selected have not yet got back. It’s worth saying that, having researched exactly what getting an agent represents to a fairly extensive degree, I have been selective in who I have gone for. It’s a given that I am looking for agents who have interests in books such as mine, but I am also going for those with non-fiction interests as well, not least because I have ambition to write in both arenas. Of course, when someone is recommended to you, that’s even better.

But here’s the thing. I don’t know if anyone else does the same (and even if they don’t admit it, I suspect they do) but I have been placing a significant emphasis on selecting those with whom I think I would work best based on how they look in their photographs. Where I can find interviews with them, even better. Call me superficial but I feel like I am a fairly good judge of character and so can usually gain a good idea of whether I would click with someone based on their appearance alone. 

They say don’t judge a book by it’s cover, but I’ve never heard anyone say that about agents so I’m going with it. I only hope they will adopt a similar approach when assessing my material. The whole process feels a bit like online dating and if history has taught me anything, it’s that I’m not very good at online dating. Time will tell. 

 

 

 

 

The birth of a new viral lexicon

All of this inevitably got me thinking about other words that, quite frankly, we should all be trying to create as a result of this crisis – or corisis

By now we are accustomed to hearing new words and phrases hitherto unheard of even a short while before. Of course the youth have almost an entire language to themselves. (This is quite a painful admission as I consider myself to be youthful still).

But in the age of Brexit, we as a species have begun to tinker with the English language in ever more ingenius ways. At present, there are 171,476 words in the Oxford Enlgish dictionary. There are many more unofficial ones in circulation, should you be streetwise enough to be using them. 

In 2019 there were 650 new words added to that number including whatevs, chillax, Jedi (which I think is cool and I’m surprsied it took this long) and sumfin (which is think is kind of mental).

Flashforward to now and we are in the midst of a global pandemic. It is bad and is only going to get worse so I wanted to focus on something positive. To that end, the fact that ‘covidiot‘ is now trending on twitter has brought a refreshing twist on humanity’s inherent stupidity. 

The word refers to those special individuals who rush out to panic buy toilet roll and pasta or those who think social distancing just isn’t for them. 

It’s not the only new word I’ve heard. Caremongering, the act of caring for those most vulnerable and encouraging others to do so, seems to be taking hold across the pond. It seems to have emerged from Canada which makes sense because – well, Canada. 

Presenteesim is the word for NHS workers who will lean towards going to work even if they are unwell which, in the current situation is not good. Under normal circumstances, I too have experienced this phenomenon, having crawled into work more than once feeling like the inside of John Mccririck’s underpants, only to be met by a smiling patient telling me they have had a cough for a few days. 

One of my favourites is the word for the cohort of babies born as a result of everyone being cooped up in isolation over the next few months. Coronials.

All of this inevitably got me thinking about other words that, quite frankly, we should all be trying to create as a result of this crisis – or corisis. Here are some of the best ones so far…

Quaranteens – The teenagers who are now home for the forseeable future since the schools closed, for which their parents are – I’m sure – ecstatic. 

Coronference call – As more and more of us begin to work from home, these are the ideal way to observe the social distancing measures while maintaining business efficiency. 

Whatsapp Thumb –  With friendship groups torn apart by the isolation, Whatsapp groups have gone wild. The chat within previously dormant groups has been going through the roof. Make sure you take precautions and limit your use lest you experience this painful condition. 

Covexit – The much sought after and mythical end to this epidemic. Who knows when we can reach it?

Recovid – My personal favourite here. With many people having already recovid from the disease, here’s hoping that many more will do the same. 

So there you have it. I’m sure there are plenty more of these so your suggestions are most welcome. Perhaps, by the time the next pandemic comes around (my money is on peronivirus) we may have a completely new set of vocabularly at the ready. 

WJ

 

2020 update

It’s a new year, a new decade and plenty is happening in the world. Having not updated the actual blog part of this site for a while, I felt it was about time I rectified that. 

The last time I mentioned anything about my novel, I was embarking upon the 8th draft. This weekend, I finished it. Big sigh of relief! It’s been a tough 6 or 7 months of writing and trying to fit it in between the other day job but I’m finally there and I’m feeling reasonably pleased with it. 

The main aim with this draft (and I wouldn’t have done another if I didn’t think it was necessary) was to streamline it a little more and give it some tension towards the end, which it was perhaps lacking. 

Without reading it, saying any more would be pointless so I’ll leave it there. Needless to say, I am now looking into finding some representation once more and I am hoping that the changes I have made will make the difference. 

I have many projects that have been backing up behind this one, so expect to see so more action on here for the foreseeable. I have some ambitions to publish something non-fiction next, but I’ve also got a couple of short stories lined up as well. For the time being, have a look at my latest dieting post in the medical tab. Worth a read if you’re feeling some of those extra calories!

Words and Stuff

‘… as good as some words are, defenestrate (to throw someone through a window) being my favourite one ever, I am not sure I will ever get away with using it.’

I’ve been thinking about words this week. Why, you ask? Partly because I was reminiscing about the word I invented. ‘Frell’. It means fridge-smell. The otherwise poorly described and elusive smell that develops and pervades in your fridge if it is not cleared in a timely fashion. It can be deployed in adjective and verb form as well (eg, ‘this fridge is frelly’ or ‘my croissant has been frelled’). Personally, I don’t know why it hasn’t caught on yet and I regard its creation as one of my most valued achievements.

Aside from this, I have been considering the use of words in more depth following on from some much-valued feedback that I received on my novel. I will address the value of such feedback in a future blog, but a specific aspect involved the importance of using words effectively and, in particular, not using them when they are not needed. This may sound fairly obvious but do read on as I have not gone completely bonkers.

The more one reads about writers who are just getting started, everyone who critiques them seems to come up with a common observation – that they tend to ‘overwrite’. It is tempting for some to pull out the thesaurus and generate as many complicated and intellectual words as possible, perhaps in the hope that it will add some credibility to their writing. In reality it is more likely to send a reader off course and may have the opposite effect. It is worth noting that fancy words, particularly if not used in the correct context, have the potential to disturb the focus of anyone who is otherwise engrossed in a book. This is liable to bring a reader briefly into the real world again which is not where you want them. This can be at best troublesome for the flow of the book, and at worst catastrophic for the immersion of the reader in the story.

Unfortunately that makes it all the more painful to resist the multitude of cracking words and phrases out there which, if a little more well known, would be really useful. Take the French phrase ‘l’espirit de l’escalier’ for example. It essentially means the act of thinking of a witty comeback after the moment has passed. Quite apart from wishing I was much better at this myself, it is an excellent observational phrase that has real applications in the right situation. Likewise the word ‘Mamihlapinatapa,’ which is used in Chile to describe the look between two people that suggests an unspoken desire, is great and in the right situation could be either quite poignant or even a bit racy.

Needless to say, it would be a bit difficult to surreptitiously fit either of these into the average novel without shattering the unseen barrier between the worlds of the reader and the characters. We are therefore left with far simpler words – but this doesn’t have to be a bad thing, though I know from experience that these can be overused just as much as the fancier words. My use of the word ‘slightly’ is, as has been pointed out at times, criminal. A character is either jaded or not jaded – a reader is not interested in whether they are slightly jaded. I am currently hard at work trying to cut out unnecessary words from my novel and this is an important point. Anything that is surplus to requirement has the potential to disengage a reader and turn them off whatever story is underlying. The better novels – arguably – are the ones which flow and much of the time a reader will fill in any gaps subconsciously. To spell everything out is to stifle the imagination of anyone following along.

To some extent, this will vary with genre. I would say that the fast-paced crime thrillers will derive most from this minimalist approach. Only the most vital details will need to be written in the relative absence of any unnecessary and extraneous words so as to remove or at least largely avoid obfuscation. (That last sentence was on purpose).

Even the more literary and scene-setting pieces will need to avoid most of the above. So, as good as some words are – defenestrate (to throw someone through a window) being my favourite one ever – I am not sure I will ever get away with using it. Having said that, these words are still worth knowing about. For those of you that know of the ‘Googlewhack’ phenomenon (in which one types two random words into google and receives only one result back excluding word lists), you may be interested to know that several years ago, after reading ‘Dave Gorman’s Googlewhack Adventure’, I paired ‘defenestrated’ with ‘clodhoppers’ and scored me my one and only Googlewhack. If that is not using words effectively, then I don’t know what is.

W

7 Reasons to Write a Novel

‘…the potential to have that physical copy of something created by you and you alone is something to savour.’

Let’s be honest, if Katie ‘Jordan’ Price can produce a publishable piece of written output, I guess it really is true that everyone has a book in them. Nowhere in that well known sentiment does it comment on the quality of that piece of work but I suppose that’s not the point.

So if everyone can do it, then the question remains, why do some rise to the task while others don’t? In our younger years, most likely the first bits of creative writing we embark upon will be set tasks given to us by tired English teachers with unironed shirts and bad haircuts. At least that’s my memory of things. Of course when we do something because we have to rather than choosing to, it becomes onerous; a form of work. When it comes to writing stories or essays, some will thoroughly enjoy the process and the spark will be ignited there and then. They begin to write in their spare time and may even forge careers as writers of some kind, able to enjoying what they create for a living.

What might be the motives for the average person to write a novel though? For my part, this was an interesting question to mull over because if someone were to ask me that out of the blue, I don’t think I would be able to answer it – at least not satisfactorily. Having now thought it over, I have broken it down into different aspects which may or may not apply to others but I suspect at least some or maybe even all will apply for most.

1 – An idea for a story that just needs telling – This is a fairly obvious one. If you have that sudden moment of inspiration and stumble across a unique and unbeatable format then there is almost a responsibility to get it done. As rare as that is, I suspect a lot of the best pieces of work have come about because they are simply too good not to have been followed through. A bit like Velcro (great invention).

2 – A creative distraction – This was a big factor for me due to my line of work. I work in the medical field and as such am surrounded by facts, figures and absolutes. A lot of the time, particularly in the beginning, it was a case of accumulating knowledge and being taught at 24/7. It follows that there was a part of me that wanted to explore my more creative side and I imagine it would be the same for someone who is punching figures in an office all day or trying to stay awake during droning presentations and arduous meetings. The freedom in creating something of your own, whether it be a piece of writing or a piece of music or a painting, is that it is yours to do with what you want. There is no part of it that must be learned or that must conform to a set curriculum. There is no one telling you what to do. You can simply get on with it without any supervision and see what happens.

3 – A way to explore your own thoughts and views – In the creative process of writing a novel or even an essay or a work of non-fiction, chances are it will be a solitary task; something you undertake without any other’s influence, at least directly. This is a fantastic opportunity to have a think about what your own views are on the greater topics at hand. Certainly during the writing of my novel, many a night has gone by contemplating topics ranging from the universe, human behaviour, mortality and happiness. Particularly during early adulthood, our long-term outlooks on life begin to properly develop but it is not until later that the dust starts to settle. Once we have a little experience behind us and have had a chance to think about what everything means, we can begin to get a grip on the world around us, thereby refining our personalities and producing something approaching a well balanced individual. Some are better at this than others. From her extensive biographical output alone, clearly Katie Price has her shit together. My point is this – having something to focus all of these thoughts on and actually getting something written is, I suspect, more useful than experience alone. If you are considering your opinion on something, whether it be science, religion, a certain branch of politics or whatever, thinking about it in isolation and writing it down is far more rewarding that simply following a chosen path set out for you and everyone else.

4 – A way to express yourself – With point number 3 in mind, perhaps you feel about something strongly but, until now, have no way to let anyone else know; no outlet. Maybe it’s frustration over a political frailty (and God knows there’s a lot of that around at the moment) or it could be more of an escapism; a chance to live vicariously through one of your characters or to let others into your imagination to view your dreams and desires. Some people are more shy than others and the medium of words is a brilliant way to show everyone what’s going on in that head without having to explain it to them face to face at some posh cocktail party. (I must stress I have never been to a proper one of these but am perpetually on the alert for the eventuality that such an invite comes through my letterbox).

5 – To influence the thoughts and thinking of others – A more forceful personality may want to take the above point a bit further. If one has a strong belief, they may try to ask others to consider their point of view and adopt it. Matters of conservation and human rights are examples of this. Things in which the collective actions of large numbers of people have real impacts on things around us can be influenced by various means. Film and TV are obvious illustrations here but the written word, whether it be fiction or non-fiction, also has the potential to galvanize a readership and rally people around a particular viewpoint. There are certainly enough satirical works of fiction out there that may well have been written directly to influence ways of thinking.

6 – Lifestyle of a writer – I will admit a lot of my motivation for starting a novel was the idea of the lifestyle. For me, there is an almost mystical draw to the process behind writing something and one of its draws involves the lack of any deadline but your own. (I never said my inspirations were necessarily grounded in reality!) As well, a large part has to do with the locations and surroundings involved. It is an activity quite unique in the sense that you can pick, within reason, where you want to do it. Personally, I always envisage a cosy country pub, ideally in autumn or winter with a nice view or a quiet corner somewhere busier where I can keep an eye on the world passing around me, whilst able to sink into my own little world for a time if needs be. Once you’re on a roll in this environment, it’s almost a meditative process; a way to relieve stress, particularly if you partake in work of a more hectic nature at other times.

7 – Sense of achievement – My final point is something I suspect that, even if we don’t admit it, all of us have to some degree in the backs of our minds. I would be lying if I said I don’t want any of my pieces of work to gain viral status and my novel to become some sort of runaway international best seller, forever on the all time classics lists. While that will probably (almost definitely) not happen, any sense of achievement in even finishing something like a novel is draw enough for many. It’s tough and involves unbelievable amounts of work. But the potential to have that physical copy of something created by you and you alone is something to savour. Something that, however small, will leave your own individual foot-print behind; that will potentially be there, at least for a while after you are gone. I like that idea most of all about creating anything – the chance to generate these ripples of yourself that are still spreading out even after your own story has ended.