The Winner of This Month's Insouciance Award is ....

In an age of increasing specialisation, when candidates for almost anything from a job to a TV reality show are expected to show "passion" and "110% commitment", how refreshing to meet a man happy to take on a severe physical challenge for no particular reason.

Source: BBC

 I have edited the story to cut out some of the guff and concentrate on the gist. Mr Lynch, a citizen of landlocked Wokingham, joined a team of presumably experienced sailors, declared himself to be "not the right man for the job" and went on that he only applied because it "looked pretty cool".  Thinking about the challenge of sailing round the world he commented "I've had no experience in sailing and no interest, which is strange"

I wonder how his application interview went

Scene: Back room in a sailing club. Anchors and narwhal bones above the door. The walls are lined with maps of the South Seas marked "Avoid this bit" and "bloody windy round here". A panel of blazer-clad nautical types put down their pink gins and welcome the latest prospect to join them risking life and limb in the oceans: 

Bill: Come aboard, landlubber. Name's, Bligh, Bill Bligh. I'm the skipper of this voyage and joining me are Harry Nelson and Jazza Cook. Tell us why you want to put your life on the line to go round the world with us on a tiny boat.
Lynch: What, all the way round the world? Blimey. I thought it was just a day trip round the Isle of Wight. I mean, I know f-all about sailing, can't hardly find my way to the bedroom door most mornings, but you know I always fancied myself hauling on the mainbrace or whatever, pretty damn cool, right?
Harry: Have you had no experience at all then? Never sailed?
Lynch: Had a plastic yacht for the bath.
Harry: As a child?
Lynch: Well, until last week actually. Thing is, I don't have a lot of interest in sailing but you know, watching it bob up and down when I poured water from the soap-dish over it, that was always exciting.
Jazza: Now look here, Mr Lynch, we shall have to work this 60 foot rigger in some of the heaviest seas in the world. You'll be on deck at all hours, soaked to the skin, freezing cold and being battered in all directions by massive waves. Up to the challenge?
Lynch: Bloody hell, sounds a bit of an effort, not sure if I'm the right man for this. But, thinking about it, I got pretty wet the other day in Wokingham High Street in a sudden shower and you know, when I got home, I managed to towel myself dry fairly quickly so, yeah, I think I can cope. If I can be bothered, that is, because like I say, I'm not that interested in it.
Bill: That might not be the right attitude for this voyage, Mr Lynch. I'm not sure...
Jazza: Bill, we do need to find one more and there isn't much time left.
Harry: He seems pretty sound to me, that story about the bath was top-hole.
Bill: OK,  I'm on board. Mr Lynch, You're in! I'm very pleased to offer you a berth.
Lynch: Well, I couldn't really care less but I've got nothing on next week so, yeah, ok.
Jazza: That's the spirit, shipmate.

I believe the BBC are to make a documentary following the progress of the yacht, and are inviting applications from film-makers, provided they have never held a camera before, really don't like making or even watching films, and who only want the job because they fancy having a canvas chair with their name embroidered on the back.

Don't Panic. Universe Not Ending Just Yet

 

People of Britain! We used to think the universe was eternal. Then it was calculated that the last stars would evaporate in 10^1100 years. Now the boffins tell us we have but 10^78 years left. 

Yes, my friends this is grim news. But we have faced disaster before and come through, smiling. My message is one of hope. There is still time to bring in the washing. There is still time to take a weekend off. Indeed, you may plant those potatoes safe in the knowledge that you will be eating them in a few months.  For we will be around, not just this summer, not just for the next football season, but for bloody ages. 

10^78 years is measly compared to 10^1100. Yet it is a pretty massive amount of time, really. Enough time for those scientist johnnies to do something useful for a change, like designing a new and better universe which lasts longer and costs a lot less to run.  

Until we can all migrate to Universe 2.1, or whatever fancy name they give it, I say to you again Don't Panic. It will be alright in the end. 

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Readers! If you wish to do your bit to building a happier, safer and less noisy universe, then send your contributions now to the Ramblings Institute for Thinking So Advanced It Makes Your Brain Hurt at the usual address. You could win an entire supercluster of galaxies to do with as you wish. Send black holes skittering into densely populated galactic cores. Blast multi-coloured nebula across thousands of light years in ever pulsating patterns. Or just pick a nice little rocky planet with water and a favourable atmosphere and see if evolution can do its stuff all over again.

Terms and conditions apply. Winners may have to live at least 10^12 years to enjoy all the benefits. Should your bit of the new universe implode into a shower of antineutrinos and unbalanced quarks, there is nothing we can do. Winners will be selected by chucking all entries into the office black hole (aka the Editor's wastepaper basket) and applying dynamic Hawking radiation (whirling it around and choosing the bit of paper that flies the farthest).

 

 

 

Dr Commuter Recommends ... Wasp Therapy

 

Dr Commuter writes: All living beings experience anxiety. Sometimes these fears are well-founded, sometimes the concerns are irrational and can be greatly reduced by the right treatment. Take the case widely reported in the media yesterday. A swarm of wasps, terrified by their inability to control a simple two-wheeled vehicle,  vented their innate anger on an innocent man who, sadly for him, was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Of course, wasps are not known for their biking exploits; indeed, some can barely manage a bicycle or even a child's scooter. This may result in inferiority complexes, which can be managed with a suitable course of therapy and drugs. At first the wasps will sulk, unwilling to communicate and beating their heads against windows. Gradually they calm down, accepting spoonfuls of jam whilst a non-threatening vehicle such as a skateboard is introduced. Soon the bolder wasps will try riding the skateboard and this example encourages the rest. They begin to gain confidence and this in turn reduces their fear and the resulting outbreaks of violence. Of course, they will never master how to change gear or indicate a right turn on a motorbike, but they will no longer exhibit a psychotic reaction when they see a human doing so.

Wasps are just one species that can benefit from psychotherapy. Ants suffer depression when confronted with pedestrian controls for traffic lights; millipedes are scared by pogo sticks; spiders are morbidly attracted to drainpipes. It does not help when unthinking children laugh at them, or hit them with sticks. We should always encourage insects to stretch their abilities, not deflate their egos and compound the trauma.

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 Supporting these unhappy creatures is vitally important work. You can help. Send whatever you can to the Dr Commuter Clinic For Our Six-legged Friends. Your donation will enable important, on-going research to continue, in particular our studies of whether grasshoppers develop schizophrenia when a researcher samples single-malt whisky and why stag beetles are unable to cope with 9 course tasting menus at 3 star Michelin restaurants. Future projects (given sufficient funding) will consider anxiety in roaches on the French riviera and the best ocean cruises for ladybirds to relax on.  

A Summery April

 The sun has been shining steadily over South Warwickshire for a number of days and the heat has built up to a climax, with 26c being reached today. We have sat out on our little patio with the parasol up and enjoyed the near total silence of our sheltered retirement village. 

Late in the afternoon heavy grey cloud began to build, rolling in from the west, and a few lightning strikes east of Worcester signalled what was to come - a sudden blast of much welcome rain that has effectively ended this mini heatwave. It has been the warmest April ever and today was the hottest day over the UK. Fun while it lasted but boy! did we need some rain.

 

Dr Commuter Helps Out ... Biscuit Lovers Everywhere

 Dr. Commuter writes:

Millions of people suffer from a debilitating, mysterious and taboo affliction. Spoken of in hushed tones, if at all, and regarded by some as simply too horrible to contemplate, it has blighted the lives of generations. To many it is just "The Big B". Today I shall speak out openly about it and thereby put the minds of many of my fellow citizens at rest.  My subject is biscuits and how to eat them.

What are biscuits?
Forget the stories you heard in the pub or down the shops. Biscuits are normal, they are acceptable under most circumstances and - they are man-made. They are not sent to us through a miraculous process of divine intervention, as some religions continue to teach. We make them and we can control them. Never lose sight of this essential truth.
When should we eat them?
A biscuit - although perhaps we should use the plural as two or more at onc time is the norm - may be eaten at any time. Best with an appropriate hot - or even cold - drink, as a snack or at the end of a more substantial meal, at a time of your choosing. You are in charge here. You must not be intimidated by the effort involved in opening a new packet - specialist tools such as scissors are available if need be - nor the prospect of crumbs. These may be readily controlled by using what we doctors call "plates".
Are combinations acceptable?
Yes, you may mix and match. A bourbon and a custard-cream - a jammy dodger and a cookie - a ginger nut and a pink flakey sandwich thing - there are no harmful combinations.
How should I eat my biscuit?
This is the heart of our topic today. How many of us have contemplated a quick garibaldi or a fig roll with a cup of coffee and then shrank back in horror, thinking "How on earth do I actually consume this?". My friends, courage must be your watchword.
Take your biscuit in one hand and examine it. Remove any wrapper. No matter how tempting the shiny outer layer may look, it must not, repeat not, be eaten. Strip it away and bin it. Now, with the naked biscuit held close to your mouth, hold it correctly (see below) and take a bite. Chew and swallow. Repeat until the biscuit is consumed, using your drink to lubricate as required. When all is gone you may sit back, permit yourself a smile of satisfaction and consider enjoying another.
The Correct Way
The Commuter way is the correct way. Hold your biscuit (and I cannot stress this enough) horizontally to the ground. Do not hold it vertically (by which I mean that the longest side is at 90⁰ to the ground). In the case of a round biscuit, the disc of the biscuit should be horizontal to the ground and the edge should be vertical. You will find this technique, well known to the ancient Coachahuatual people of Central America, matches the natural dimensions of the biscuit to those of your mouth which is also horizontal with respect to the ground. (If you are holding your head at a silly angle merely to disprove my argument, then I am not interested).
The Two Sided Biscuit
Of course, some biscuits are round and present us with two faces, much as a coin has its obverse and reverse sides. When the biscuit is essentially homogenous - such as a plain digestive - then it matters little which face is uppermost. But when the biscuit is composite, as in the case of the chocolate digestive featured at the head of this column, then you may become confused by the choice. Chocolate side up or down? Wars have been started over more trivial issues. But I am here to cut through the obfuscations and the political agendas. My friends, IT DOES NOT MATTER. Eat it howsoever you wish. Once in your mouth all will be made as one in any case. Scientific studies conducted over many years in the Commuter household have shown conclusively that the enjoyment of the biscuit does not vary with the way that it is held, provided that the Commuter way (as outlined above) is adhered to.
The Dunking problem
This is not the place to investigate a different and far more difficult matter - the best way to dunk a biscuit in hot tea or coffee, especially when a two-sided biscuit is being used. Important studies, such as that carried out for the CBBC channel, have suggested the best type of biscuit for dunking, but have merely scratched the surface as to the best method to dunk. This may be the subject of a later dissertation in these columns.

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