Tuesday 3 September 2024

Thank God for human beings

We're all familiar with that irritating voice: "Your call is important to us. Please hold while we connect you." Or, "You are number 133 in the queue." It's irritating because we know that it's not a human voice but either a recording or one produced by AI. 

And so I was pleasantly surprised by my recent dealings with Apple - of computers, iPhones, watches etc. Since my earliest contact with computers, I have used Apple Macs for the simple reason that when I was thinking it was about time I caught up with the 20th century a kind parishioner called Sheila gave me a Macintosh Lisa (second-hand). She swore by them. In fact she was employed to troubleshoot them for a huge commercial concern. She assured me that it was very intuitive to use - and she was right. I now wish I'd kept that one, of course! They're quite valuable. But being shallow prey to fashion, I kept replacing it with the latest Apples, which never let me down. 

No. This is not an advertising pitch for the manufacturer! Despite its ubiquitous product placement on films (movies as they say in another place) and television, Microsoft still seems to dominate the commercial operating system market inexplicably but perhaps fortunately since Microsoft appears to me to attract hackers. 

In the end, I came unstuck. Despite my reputation for being highly computer-literate, I am in fact a rank amateur in all matters digital. My attempts to migrate my data from my present laptop (a MacBook Air) to a brand new version proved fruitless, not totally but partially. The trouble is I'm getting older and I'm wedded to my present format. Anyway, for the first time in my life, I resorted to Apple Support. First I used the online facility. However none of the suggested topics met my need. AI couldn't help me. Then I was guided to a person, but my problem was beyond their competence and so I was escalated upwards to a phone link, with help from Jane who interprets for me. This time we made progress. 

Still, I didn't have breakthrough. One feature of Apple Support is that you're provided with a case number, and so you don't have to regurgitate all the details you've already explained lower/earlier in the chain. In the end, a young human being, a man called Alaa spent most of his afternoon working on the final and only solution as it seemed to me, which was to stick with my present machine. Having come to this conclusion, the efficiency of sorting everything out was lightning fast. No doubt that process was considerably aided by AI, but the crucial element in the whole saga were the dialogues with various human beings who were universally tolerant - and humane. May they never be phased out.

On a much more significant level than my personal computer illiteracy, I have much enjoyed the bits of the Paris Paralympics that I've watched - from the joyful entrance of the athletes at the opening ceremony to the warmth of winners and losers at the end of events, all sharing in each other's achievements - the best of humanity.

Tuesday 16 July 2024

It's not coming home

Well, it was definitely Spain's day on Sunday, wasn't it? with triumph at Wimbledon in the afternoon and in Berlin in the evening.
 
I must confess I don't miss all the hype and hysteria surrounding our poor footballers, trying to win 'the first trophy on foreign soil', as the media never tired of telling us. And I was quite grateful not to have been woken by celebrating drinkers pouring out of The Bay Tree in the late or early hours. 

Someone close to me observed that the excitement seemed a trifle excessive because it was 'only the European Cup'! I took their point, but then I'm old enough to remember the 1966 World Cup. Indeed I remember exactly where I was when the result came through, not in the UK in order to witness Kenneth Wolstenholme's famous commentary, 'They think it's all over.... It is now.' Is it possible today, I wonder, for anyone to score a hat-trick at international level? Because that's what we need - not just England, but generally. I heard Chris Sutton talking of 'the beautiful game' of which he said, in contrast to England, Spain was an exponent. The English team certainly has a handful of very skilful footballers, but they, in company with most highly paid male players, do not play beautifully. 

I have some suggestions to restore the beauty to the game:

• Get rid of VAR (Video assistant referee)! I've written about the difference that would make before: see here VAR. It makes for more grown-up sportmanship.

• Give yellow cards for shirt-tugging, tripping and diving;

Red cards for dissent, i.e. disputing the referee's decisions, and for professional fouls, i.e. cynical fouls designed to prevent possible goals.

• And off the field more generally don't pay already wealthy players to don the national shirt. To have our teams appearing simply for the privilege of representing the nation, or even - dare I suggest? - for the love of their country, would prevent them being mercenaries but afford them a genuine reason for respect, and even possibly to merit, win or lose, the award of one of those absurdly coveted minor honours of imperial days. If that's not good enough for one of our 'star' players, too bad. No one is indispensable.

Talking of honours, it does seem to me that Gareth Southgate has been the best manager of the England team since Sir Alf Ramsey, who managed his team to World Cup victory in 1966. Whether or not he chooses to remain in post for another two years, he for one deserves recognition for his contribution to the game (and beyond) in this country. 

PS Sadly, I see that he has now resigned. Well, I suppose that like Jürgen Klopp he has been wise, having restored his team's fortunes, in taking a break from the almost unendurable pressure placed on managers by media and public alike. 

PPS How absurd for example for fans to spend tens of thousands of pounds, as I gather some did, to obtain a ticket to watch the match - and how wicked of touts to exploit such misplaced dedication!

Friday 21 June 2024

A very wise woman

Well, as I promised myself in February ('ITV, please repeat Breathtaking'), I have now read Rachel Clarke's wonderful and moving book Dear Life. It is what its subtitle says, 'a doctor's story of love and loss'. As a hospital doctor, she chose to specialise in palliative care. As someone said, she's the kind of doctor we'd all want at our sides when we're dying. Her profession is truly put to the test when her dearly loved father, a local GP of the old school, who is her inspiration, is diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her account is both heartbreaking and life-affirming. Significantly, she chooses to keep her counsel on the vexed subject of assisted dying - as does the subject of this piece, Dr Kathryn Mannix.

I first came across Dr Mannix, when she gave a very short talk on BBC Radio 4 in 2018. Her title was 'Dying is not as bad as you think'. It was a simple description of the normal process of dying - and it was not as bad I'd thought. If you've not heard it, it's certainly worth listening to. A few weeks ago she gave an interview to a Financial Times journalist, Emma Jacobs, in which she talked about herself, her books and about "ordinary dying". It's so much about the listening. Of course the journalist brings up the hot topic of assisted dying. I've previously commented on Esther Rantzen joining the advocates of legalising assisted suicide. She's since been joined by Keir Starmer, and most recently by Bake-Off judge, Prue Leith. Dr Mannix is more circumspect:

"Mannix fears for the texture of the debate. 'We can be opponents about an issue and agree with far more than we disagree about, but the point on which we disagree is so important to us . . . Increasingly [political debate] is about point-scoring.' It means that we fail to include nuanced conversations on palliative, social and healthcare. 'We’re not hearing any of that. We’re just having a ding-dong about where the law sits.'” She particularly fears for the sick and the elderly, who might have their peace of mind destroyed every day with the thought they are yet again being a burden to their family. (And I would add an unwanted expense to the state as well.) As her BBC talk taught me, dying is not as bad we are given to think. 

More recently she's given a very personal interview in the BBC Outlook programme:
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/w3ct4r4d
. Listen to it!
It's very reminiscent of Rachel Clarke's Dear Life. And it's magnificent.


"There’s something sad about the idea that the only way we can help [make] dying better is to be dead." Ordinary dying is even better. What wisdom!

Monday 11 March 2024

An electoral dilemma

As my readers will have gathered, I have reservations concerning legalising assisted suicide. At the last general election, at our local hustings I asked the candidates their views. Rather uninterestingly, all four of them agreed with the idea that people should be able to choose the time of their death, when they were in terminal pain. 

😏😎😌🙊

That didn't help me decide, and so I voted with my old inclinations. However the urbane Conservative, David Johnstone, was comfortably elected. But if the same is true this time, I shall face a dilemma. In the wake of Esther Rantzen's comments, Sir Keir Starmer, who is likely to the next Prime Minister, declared that he would give some government time for a private members' bill to legalise assisted dying. And so I wrote to the leader of the opposition.

"Dear Sir Keir

"I had hoped to kick the Tories out of this true blue constituency and vote in a Labour candidate, as I believed was achievable.  I was at one time a member of the Labour Party when it espoused truly socialist values and policies.  However your latest pronouncement that you would make government time available for a private member’s bill and that you were yourself in favour of legalising assisted dying/suicide has been the final straw for me. 

"I clearly don’t know where our election candidates will stand on the issue, though I know our present MP’s views, but I view a change in the law dangerous, both from the precedence set in other jurisdictions and the pressures it would put on the vulnerable, and a betrayal of our past record of upholding the sanctity of life.  I know you won’t change your mind in an election year when polling (which depends on the framing of the question - for example ‘Would you prefer a Labour or a Conservative government?’) seems to indicate a majority of voters sharing your view. 

"So, anyway, regretfully, I’m writing to inform you that you have lost at least one vote here. 

"By the way I have Motor Neurone Disease.

"Yours sincerely..."
 
I wonder what the Reform UK Party's policy about it is...!

Wednesday 28 February 2024

ITV, please repeat 'Breathtaking'

All photos ITV
Last night, we watched the final episode of Breathtaking, the three-part docudrama based on Dr Rachel Clarke's memoir of being a hospital doctor during the Covid pandemic. Joanne Froggatt gives a tour de force performance as Dr Abbey Henderson, an acute medicine consultant, from meeting the new coronavirus for the first time until the first roll-out of vaccines. Somehow she expresses the whole gamut of emotions mostly with a mask covering half her face and often with a visor as well.

There are very short counter bursts of complacent politicians (such as a Prime Minister announcing he wouldn't stop shaking people's hands, and a smiling Chancellor handing out dishes in a restaurant at the announcement of the "Eat out to help out" scheme) blandly pronouncing that everything is under control while we watch the continuing reality of the situation in the hospital wards. 

(The following paragraph has a number of plot spoilers, and so if you've not watched it you may wish to skip it, though the real thing is infinitely more powerful and moving.) This episode had many scenes which stick in my mind. For example, Ant, the registrar, pleading by phone with his vulnerable mother to stay at home until she can get the promised vaccine, and her regurgitating social media stories of the mythical disease, empty hospitals and dangerous vaccines; and later Abbey running the gauntlet of shouting and spitting Covid-deniers at the hospital doors on her home after an emotional and exhausting shift. Then there was the scene of Emma, a student doctor, whom Abbey finds crouching in emotional collapse and the two of them together silently sharing their intolerable grief. There's the scene of Abbey smoothing the brow of a dying terrified patient, and of her having to explain to the husband of a Covid patient with MS that if she deteriorates her preexisting conditions means she won't be moved to Intensive Care (on the assumption that her chances of recovery are compromised - thank God I was spared that, I thought). At other times we see her desperately and furiously arguing with the administrator and senior doctors hidebound by NHS and Government rules and guidelines, and later we witness her whistleblowing radio interview in which she reveals the real situation in hospital dealing with Covid and risks disclosing her name and job. 

What are my abiding reactions and conclusions? First it was one of gratitude to Rachel Clarke for writing her memories and for creating the drama with Jed Mercurio, and to ITV for broadcasting it. More it was of overwhelming gratitude to the doctors and nurses of the NHS in whose debt we were and remain. It was eye-opening to see the reality of life inside a hospital during a prolonged emergency - from the staff point of view. It was heart-breaking (yes, I did cry) to witness the stresses and the sacrifices made on doctors and nurses. Having watched all the episodes, I do wish that everyone, including MPs, would watch it and give our medics the honour and reward that they are due. I trust that ITV will broadcast it again - perhaps when the Covid Inquiry publishes its findings, or when it is next in the news. Lastly, I intend to read Breathtaking myself and Rachel Clarke's other books.

Sunday 7 January 2024

A clarification

I was upset today to find an email thanking me for "speaking out so clearly" "in the Christian institute’s weekly email". I don't remember speaking to them, I thought. And so I looked them up on line. I hadn't spoken to them. And if they had asked me to comment on the subject of assisted dying, I would probably have politely declined.

Why?

First of all, it is, I understand, basic journalistic courtesy to ask an individual before you name them in a story. And I wasn't approached. Secondly, examining the Christian Institute's website confirmed to me what I vaguely recalled, i.e. that it campaigns on certain issues with which I am not in sympathy and represents an extremely conservative type of Christianity which I no longer hold, if I ever did. For one example, it appears homophobic, which for me is the antithesis of the Christian good news - which this weekend we celebrate is for all people. I suspect that I could not in all conscience subscribe to all its tenets.

However I do acknowledge that I wrote a letter to the Guardian on the subject of assisted suicide and therefore put my views in the public domain, as they are also, of course, on my blog. So I can't complain, but simply dissociate my views from those of the Christian Institute - and hope that if they ever want to quote me again they are polite enough to contact me first.

Saturday 6 January 2024

Where is love?

Mike Chapman 'Christ Child'
 

HOLY INNOCENTS DAY

The first words we were taught in Latin
Were amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant:
Verb, transitive; meaning love.
Outside the church on Trafalgar Square
Stands a great block of Portland Stone
With a carved new-born baby soft and smooth
Lying not in Christmas card manger
But on a rough bed of rock.

Round the plinth is inscribed:
‘In the beginning was the word…
And the word became flesh
And dwelt among us’.
Look once more at the naked baby
His cord has not even been cut
He lies without defences and alone
Can this truly be the Word made flesh?

Naked new borns lie in Mariupol’s wreckage
Mothers weep for their Infants in al-Shifa
With ash grey dust their only shroud
‘What kind of a country is afraid of hospitals
and maternity wards and destroys them?’
Is it leaders lusting to unleash
Their fear full fury while they can?
Wounded they see not neighbour but stranger,

Not brother but alien, animal, pest
To be butchered, mortared, missiled from our land.
We are the chosen inhabitants of this place
Pity we can’t afford, we dare not open our eyes
To the mothers drowning in agony
To children scraping away the rubble
Wailing for lost baby brother Isa
Loved in Gaza’s hell. Are you here, Emmanuel?

28th December 2023