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Shamima Begum

This girl has been castigated and disenfranchised because she left the UK to go to the IS. At the time she was 15 years of age. When she entered the refugee camp in Syria, she was heavily pregnant, and she now has a baby boy.
Much controversy surrounds the mother and child. Many seem to think that she is a Muslim Jihadist and allowing her to return to the UK poses a threat to our security.
My initial reaction was that it serves her right because the faction she left the UK to join is without doubt, by western standards, evil.

Innocent beliefs

When I lived in Glasgow, many years ago, my two elder sons aged 5 and 7 learned a song at school:
 
Jesus bids us shine with a pure, clear light,
Like a little candle burning in the night,
In this world of darkness, Jesus bids us shine,
You in your small corner and me in mine.
 
Maybe you’ll think I’m stupid, but it always moved me. Why? Because it’s about the purity of a child, about kindness and above all the right of a child to believe.
Believe in what? I hear you say.
It doesn’t matter whether you substitute Mohammed, Buddha or Jupiter Optimus Maximus for Jesus, it’s what we should bring our children up to believe in – about a culture of kindness.

Stress Interviews

There is much talk on MSN about stress interviews in industry. Young people with appropriate skills and CV’s are bullied and demeaned to see how resilient they are under stressful conditions. Personal remarks about their appearance, posture, tastes and previous performance are made to make the candidate as uncomfortable as possible, hoping to elicit a reaction. The ‘successful’ candidate would be unruffled throughout.
As a Royal College representative on interview committees for about 20 years and having a lot of practical experience as an examiner, I think I may be allowed a comment.

Zero Tolerance

Deeply saddened by the death of a young man in Yarm on Sunday early morning. My sincere sympathies go out to his grieving family and friends. Attacked and chased by a gang of 6 or more louts, his body was found in the river 2 days later. Despicable.
I live in an area where Cleveland Police have zero tolerance for exceeding the speed limit (you can get 3 points on your license for doing 33 mph), but they seem to have enormous tolerance for violence and drugs. About time they cleaned up Yarm which used to be a lovely, North Yorkshire town where one could go out in the evening without a likelihood of assault, or seeing druggies and fights on the High Street.

Pain. Empathy and Doctors


I once recall a conversation (a little heated) with one of my nieces when I said I understood how bad a labour pain was. She had started by saying that female obstetricians must be better than male obstetricians. My claim to understand labour pains provoked a rather more volatile response than I think it merited along the lines of, ‘You’re a man. You can’t understand.’

I felt at the time that although I don’t have a uterus, I have delivered 22 babies and witnessed many more deliveries when I trained and since then seen pain in many forms.

Superheroes - Who Needs Them?

I was born in 1950. It was a time when Spencer Tracy, Kirk Douglas, Bert Lancaster were on the rise in their careers. Human icons most young fellas looked up to. Cinema was the great cultural phenomenon at that time and the actors became huge.

At that time too, Marvel’s comic book superheroes were very popular in the pictorial cartoon books and magazines. Like any media one read them and loved them through the suspension of belief. It was escapism at its best – a kind of momentary flight, giving a short-term emotional gratification.

Monday Morning Blues


20 6 16

5 am. Dog wakes me – need to go out. Oooooh groan. Dressing gown, slippers stumble down stairs – fresh air on my face.

Damned funny time to get up. Start to think… Could I be more productive? Apportion my time…

Bed beckons. But… and there’s always a ‘but’. Can I?

Full-time neurosurgeon, prolific medico-legal expert, published author, house person to my daughter or was that slave? More productive?

But work never seemed to be ‘work’. I always enjoyed it. Never felt that even at 3 am. opening someone’s head that it was hard work.

Moving house? Some thoughts.


I’m told that the three most stressful things you can do in life are: moving house, losing someone close to you (grief) and getting divorced. The one I’d place last is maybe moving house. Grief is grief – hard work that never ends but just becomes less frequent.

What is it Leonard Cohen says in that song? ‘Everybody’s broken, like their father or the dog just died’. I’ve been an orphan for many years now, but I still miss my folks. They are part of me and remain integral in my personality and my thoughts.

Nigella Lawson, the Press and the Snow

Well looks like a bleak culinary Christmas for many with the current economic climate. It’s going to be cold and a lot of people will be tightening their belts. Maybe that’s what makes the press so hungry. They’re after copy and if they can pull someone down they will – like hungry dogs. They like nothing better than to vilify a celebrity or two especially at this time of the year. But you know, it’s true – the higher the monkey climbs the tree the more of his genitals you can see.
Poor old Nigella – there she is allegedly sniffing snow in the loo and emerging before the cameras with pupils constricted and a handful of lettuce.

An old secret for a flat stomach..

Every now and again I come across a web advertisement stating something like the above title. If you're reading this for a quick fix for your great gut I'm afraid you may be disappointed. The advertisements I'm referring to direct you to a site where you can buy some sort of 'berry' and other 'medications' and as far as I can see there is neither truth nor sense in any of that stuff. It's a scam.
Why do I say that? Well it's because when it comes down to it you get what you work for in this life.