Monthly Archives: June 2009
It Felt Like a Kiss
Adam Curtis is trailing some of the content from his upcoming collaboration between him and the Punchdrunk theatre company. Orginally to have been an experimental film for the BBC it is now to be used as part of a multi-floor walk through art installation at the Manchester International Festival in July.
Curtis explains (sort of):
I decided to make a film about something that has always fascinated me – how power really works in the world. To show that power is exercised not just through politics and diplomacy – but flows through our feelings and emotions, and shapes the way we think of ourselves and the world.
Sweeping Up An Honourary Degree
Seems like a bloody nice bloke doesn’t he? Good for Cambridge.
Costing Complimentary Medicine On The NHS
The data we have shows that from 2005 – 2008 almost £12m was spent on Homeopathic remedies by the NHS.
This works out at an average cost of £170 per episode, per patient with a remarkable £3067 cost per inpatient.
Interesting piece about homeopathy costings here when offered via Britain’s NHS. In the early stages of my meniere’s, in fact before it was correctly diagnosed, I was actually sent to the Royal London Homeopathic Hospital.I had an open mind.
Therein I was in the waiting area for 2 hours (this was the early 90′s and the place didn’t seem particularly busy in the way a hospital often seems to be). Once I was in the consultation room it was decided that I was to receive accupuncture for my tinnitus and then emerging dizzy spells.
This took the form of burning needles placed along the upper part of my bare feet(yeah like I’d keep my shoes on but thought I’d better clarify). It was painless. But was it..er…pointless? (sorry weak pun alert).
Peace And Love
I was warned that (in a Ringo Starr ‘warning you with peace and love’ kind of way) that once the accupuncture had been completed there was a danger that I would experience a “rush of euphoria” at some point over the next hour and a half whilst travelling home so I should “just be careful”.
I was a model of caution on my journey home by tube and train and made sure as much as possible I didn’t stand too close to pregnant women, small children or those of a particular infirmity in case I was to literally explode with energised joy whilst in a confined space and perhaps might cause inadvertent injury or distress to those unwittingly close by.
I’m sorry to report that nothing euphoric transpired during those 90 minutes or indeed during the weeks following.
Quack
I hadn’t asked for a homeopathy referral but my GP must have taken this alternative approach seriously. Perhaps there was evidence that the power of the placebo effect for some outweighed the cost of bouncing around the NHS referral system until an adequate specialist hit the nail on the head. Perhaps I was classified as an hysteric for badgering my GP over things that seemed awry with my hearing and balance? Who knows?
In the end some months later I attended a specialist ear nose and throat clinic in London whereupon after a cat scan, a poke in the eye with a lengthen piece of cotton wool and the pouring of hot water into one of my ears (yes now doesn’t that sound like quakery when I actually write it down?) I was diagnosed with meniere’s.
Playing The Lottery
These days the NHS is a postcode lottery and heading again for a huge funding shortfall so no doubt many less proven complimentary services such as homeopathy and even, dare I say NHS funded counselling (the evidence for the latter’s effectiveness to cost ratio is not clear cut by any means) will no doubt face some tough reassessment within various PCT budgets.
A Street Life Of Fake Babies

- Image by brilarian via Flickr
The streets this morning were full of school kids carrying fake babies. Mostly in hand-held baby carriers slung over the arm like a shopping basket. I didn’t see any boy-men with babies just impossibly young looking girl-women.In the distance one girl was sat atop the back rest of a park bench with her feet on the seat and her fake baby abandoned on the path. She herself was hunched over a mobile phone texting.
When I worked in a secondary school for a while they too had fake baby fortnight but I was never entirely sure whether the exercise really got across the implications of having a child at such a young age as I often saw many fake babies held recklessly by the arm, dragged around from lesson to lesson like a small bag of shopping. The various programmed wails of these artificial cherubs-at-arms filling the corridors and even sometimes disrupting lessons with their cries for attention.

Four Minutes For Nora
Mindaugas Piecaitis’s four-minute piece for the Klaipeda chamber orchestra
Watching You Watching Me

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“You’d have to have so many people involved in the security services that I’m not sure what anybody else in the country would be doing”
Sir David Pepper former director of the intelligence listening service at GCHQ inadvertently discovers a permanent solution for UK unemployment when asked if blanket surveillance would make the country more secure.
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- Commentary on the UK Government National Security Strategy (schneier.com)

