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Monday, November 22nd, 2010 11:31 am
There was a story on the radio this morning about a NATO official claiming that Kabul was safer for children than London, New York or Glasgow. This was followed by the usual predictable stream of denunciations and cries of what an appalling thing this was to say. But nobody directly addressed the truth of the statement. And I'd really like to know that: I expect it not to be true, but wouldn't be all that surprised if it weren't (low-intensity warfare versus heavy road traffic: fight!) The closest anyone came was Save the Children (not, IIRC, quoted in the radio report, but quoted in my link above) who gave some horrific stats for child deaths in the whole of Afghanistan. But the NATO dude had been specifically talking about Kabul, which he claims is much safer for children than the rest of the country.

A Glasgow City Council spokesman even said "This comparison will simply lead people in Glasgow, London and New York to pull out the statistics showing how very wrong he is". Fine! Do that! You're Glasgow City Council, you must know the number of children per thousand who die in Glasgow per year. Then someone else can pull out the relevant figures for Kabul, and we can work out who was right. I've been looking, but I can't find either set of stats: has anyone reading this got better Google-fu?

Here's how I would like to have seen it reported:
Children may be safer growing up in Kabul than they are in London, Glasgow or New York, a Nato official has said.

Mark Sedwill said the Afghan capital, as a "city of villages", was better for youngsters than many Western cities, despite dangers posed by the conflict.

The death rate among children under 13 in 2009 was W1 deaths per thousand per year in London, X1 in Glasgow, Y1 in New York and Z1 in Kabul (compared to Z1' before the war). Considering only violent or accidental deaths, the figures were W2, X2, Y2 and Z2 respectively. See our interactive infographic for a more detailed breakdown by age and cause of death for the four cities.

[if (X1 > Z1) or (X2 > Z2)]
When confronted with these figures, a spokesman for Glasgow City Council's Dead Child Prevention Unit said "This is obviously really really bad, and here's what we're doing about it". His opposite number in New York said "We're doing all that stuff, and we're also doing some other things too." The Glasgow spokesman responded "Hey, good ideas! Let us know how they work out".
[else]
When confronted with these figures, Sedwill said "Oh dear, what an embarrassing howler. I have taken the following steps to ensure that any future claims I make during media appearances are fact-checked beforehand."
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David McCandless was unavailable for comment.
Edit: It appears that Sedwill's claims are wrong: see comments for details. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] oedipamaas49 and cyocum. However, his broader point - that deaths due to violence make up only a small part of Afghanistan's appalling child mortality problem - is true and important.
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Wednesday, November 10th, 2010 11:28 am
Here's what I looked like last time I had a moustache:



Haha, fooled you. That's not a picture of me, it's a picture of my grandfather, taken in the Far East in about 1941. As an honest-to-goodness decorated World War 2 fighter ace, moustache-wearing went with the territory. Here's a picture of his CO at the time:



And here's a picture of Grampy with some of his squadron mates a few years after the war, when he was closer to my age now:



He's the one on the left: I think he looked quite a bit like me. My mum does too; it was apparently very weird for her to watch me play the Wing Commander in Chips With Everything at school.

Anyway, this was all by way of introduction to the main event, which is a begging letter. I'm currently growing a moustache for Movember, to raise money for (or rather, against) prostate cancer (which kills one man per hour in the UK alone). If you feel inclined, you can sponsor me here.

Here's what my proto-mo looked like this morning:



Some way to go, obviously...
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Thursday, May 13th, 2010 03:00 pm
Arrived at The Bike Station's Fix Your Own Bike workshop at 1630 yesterday with intermittently squeaky but basically functional bike. Tried to remove headset, to investigate squeak. Stem jammed in steerer. Bike station dude put forks in vice, twisted handlebars in bid to release stem. Stem twisted like a pretzel. Removed remains of stem with hacksaw. Removed forks and headset. Steerer had millimetre-deep grind along the bottom, explaining the squeak. Investigated available replacement forks, trying to find a fork/headset combination that would fit. Discovered that I had a mutant extra-long fork. Eventually found a long-enough fork. Discovered that replacement fork had threads of nonstandard pitch, and would not accept any of the available headsets. Stripped mudguards, saddle and handlebars from bike, left rest for scrap. Left at 2030 on foot, carrying small bag of parts.

RIP Orinoco, January 2000 - May 2010.
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Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 10:52 pm
Number 1 in an occasional series about friends and loved ones who are no longer with us.

My schoolfriend Fred Hood died on Christmas Eve last year, at the age of 28. Swept away by an avalanche while skiing in Austria, he was mercifully killed instantly. Being an international sort of chap, he had memorial services in Washington DC, Bologna, and Eton; I went to the Eton one, and then went back to his parents' house, where we held a wake for him in the marquee that had originally been hired for his brother's engagement party.

At the wake (and this is an idea I am totally stealing if I ever get asked to run one), they had a sort of open-mike eulogy: a microphone was passed around, and anyone who felt like it could stand up and share their memories of Fred. These were mine.

Back in 1997, we did a show called Blood and Honour at the Edinburgh Fringe, in which Fred played the leading man and I played a corpse. Fred was also in a rather better-received show called Who's Laughing Now?, in which he played a school bully. There's a story about Stanislavsky (from Bulgakov's Black Snow), in which Stanislavsky, unhappy with an actor's performance, calls for a bicycle and tells the actor "Now, love that woman on a bicycle!". In a similar spirit, I challenged Fred to sit down on a chair as his character. And he did. For a few seconds, as he thumped down, sprawled proprietorially, cast a hostile, privileged glance around the room, and shook open his newspaper, Fred wasn't inhabiting his body; instead, the space was occupied by an entirely different person, a million miles from the Fred we all knew. It remains one of the best pieces of acting I've ever seen.

Much was made at the service of Fred the actor, Fred the intellectual, Fred the scholar. Rather less was made of Fred the sportsman. And yet, we used to row together in Lower Boats, training six days a week and lifting weights for a couple of hours every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I remember one day, when we went for a training run around one of those Etonian sports pitches named after an ancient Near Eastern civilisation, that Fred and I agreed to pace each other, and not to compete with each other. And yet, when we reached the final straight, I sped up to a sprint and hit the finish line well before him.

I just want to say that I'm sorry, dude. That was a dick move.
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Sunday, December 16th, 2007 08:24 pm
I ought to be filling in my job application. Needless to say, I'm not: instead I've been reading the archives of my late (and much-missed) friend [livejournal.com profile] floor_sitter's blog. I keep finding entries I want to comment on, and then realising that there's no point. Damn, I miss her.

But anyway, a while back, she did a meme called "Which Springer-Verlag Graduate Text in Mathematics would you be?" (which appears not to exist any more, alas).

She came out as Categories for the Working Mathematician. Epic win :-)

Anyway, you're all no doubt dying to know my plans for Christmas and New Year. So's you know:
  • I'll be heading South on Thursday 20th for the USLES panto and cast party.
  • I've made vague plans to meet up with Eugenia Cheng on Friday, then I'm heading to Oxford some time on the Friday evening to see my family.
  • They're going out without me on the Saturday night (the 22nd), so if anyone fancies meeting up in Oxford, that would be excellent.
  • I'll be spending Christmas with my family.
  • [livejournal.com profile] wormwood_pearl will be coming down to join me on the 27th.
  • On New Year's Eve, we will be attending [livejournal.com profile] elvum's dinner party.
  • We will be heading back North on the 4th.
Meeting up with as many of you as possible would be great, but I don't think we're going to make the VOLES party.
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Monday, January 8th, 2007 06:00 pm
The inventor of instant noodles has died at the age of 96.
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