I listened to The Life Scientific on dear ol' Radio 4 this morning - quite honestly I don't know what I'd do without my radio, the only thing I miss about corporate life is human contact... Hang on, did I say HUMAN? Forget that... - and the scientist was a Tim Hunt, who "...is an experimental wizard, a flamboyant thinker and a stickler for scientific procedure." Doesn't fucking stop him starting virtually every answer to a question with the word, "So...", though! Irritating or what?
This time, I am going to show you some pictures of wonder and excitement from the last 3 weeks. This has included leaf clearance and, leaf clearance, plus a little bit of leaf clearance.
|This is at Brudenel House in Quainton, near Aylesbury. So far it's taken me 2 weeks to clear and there's still about 4 hours worth of work to do.|
|Ryobi leaf vac & blower, my new best friend, noisy, but|
essential, lovely stuff
|This was meant to show leaves blowing in the blast from Ryobi... Didn't quite work, but I will attempt to take some more pictures with the new camera we treated ourselves to fro Christmas|
Anyway, Tim Hunt, to quote the BBC website: "Back in the early eighties, it just wasn't obvious that all life worked in the same way. But what Tim Hunt showed was that the process by which cells divide (and therefore live and grow) is the same in all living things and that this process is controlled by a protein that appears and disappears in the most startling fashion.
"It was a most unexpected result that many believed was rather insignificant but Hunt pursued it. Accused by some of "wild speculation based on faulty logic": that same logic led to him winning the Nobel Prize for Physiology and Medicine in 2001."
He discovered all this by looking at sea urchin eggs and then frogs. I struggle with science, I really do. It's the fact that they experiment on living beings and expect us all to bow down to their justification that eventually a medicine is produced that helps humans. I'm all for understanding what makes us tick and how things work, even how the universe works Dr Higgs, but killing a creature for the advancement of the human race, because "we can reason and they can't", is difficult for me to appreciate.Yes, one can argue that all the medicines we take came from such experiments. That my asthma drugs and the drugs that keep my blood pressure normal were all made from such things and I'm probably a hypocrite for feeling the way I do about vivisectionists. Can't help it, my vegetarianism is based on cruelty to animals so it follows that I don't like animal experimentation.
Oooo, that was a bit serious. Here's some more pictures from recent days:
| Pat's place again and the tidied up log shed - strange|
how I love to do this sort of thing...
The week before Helen Reeley asked for my help digging over a strip of garden in Hughenden Valley, near the Missendens in Bucks. It was one of those jobs that seemed to be never ending and then, all of a sudden, it ended. Digging is good, but it really affects my poor old back. For those who don't know I was knocked down when I was eight and have seriously damaged vertebrae at the base of my spine. Funny story actually as the bloke who ran me over was one of my classmate's dads. When my dad got to the hospital he said to him, "If you didn't want Simon to come round any more, all you had to do was to tell us!" Good jewish humour.
Anyway, here are the pix:
|Doesn't look like much but it took four hours for both of us to do, lots of roots and a few shrubs too, so it was a niggly job really|
And on Tuesday of this week, 13th December 2011, it rained, hailed and snowed and guess what? Yep, the weather forecast didn't mention it. Good old BBC, that was my crazy paving relaying job fucked up!
Here are some pix that show some lovely little hail stones:
|Found this ol' boy behind the log shed - see above - at Pats. |
I think it's, Amanita Muscaria. Although it is generally
considered poisonous, deaths are extremely rare - damnI was gonna send it to Nick Clegg as a Xmas pressie
Saw this in Quainton. It had a strange effect on me, felt like I wanted to be saved too, but then I thought of Cliff Richard and the thought of being saved disappeared as quickly as his last single. If Cliff ever dies, do you think they'll cancel Christmas like forever?*
And finally, ducks! Loadsa ducks...
These are on the farm in Tring that houses Tring Brewery, a place of true beauteousness. I actually have grown to love this place and one day aim to have this many ducks in my home...
God bless us everyone!
*I stole the Cliff line from a tweet by Peter Serafinowicz, a very fine comedian