40 years on

One of the minuses of my current condition is that I have to sleep on my back -- and so tend to wake up feeling as though someone has tied a load of bricks around my waist -- NOT fun --  but good for catching up either with the world according to J Agnew and G Boycott from whatever obscure NZ town England are now playing in (find Napier on a map...) or when there is no cricket for listening to the 5.30 news briefing.  On Saturday this handily reminded me that it was three years since Kyoto was ratified (handy since i have a friend who's birthday I can only remember as the day Kyoto was ratified) but today they said that it was forty years since the brief shining moment in which we had three years of permanent summertime -- a good example of a policy before its time that was nixed through some really poor abuse of evidence.

But a policy in which there are glimmerings of interest.  It seems bizarre to have debates about resource efficiency and the economics of solar power yet so hideously neglect the solar power we get with no transmission losses, no need for a BERR subsidy and for free.  Yet news last week that the ECB is planning to put floodlights in every country ground -- good for those of us who are fans of evening cricket -- but a huge resource waste when in summer it gets light even in Southern England by four am -- yet we let it get dark by eight thirty and in August we play tennis under floodlights at eight.  And one of the fascinating things about sitting at home all day is to realise that even in February it stays light until half past five -- an hour time shift now would allow us to cycle home before it gets dark and it is already getting light well before seven.

There are ways  and ways of doing this -- align with European time and the CBI would be happy campers.  Flex during the year if you prefer. Introduce a new shoulder time to cope with the misery of November to January.   But better use of natural light in the evenings has potential to be good for the environment, for health - safer, easier to walk, play sport, get outside, cut crime, encourage safer streets.  When I worked at No. 10 it was the only policy the ragbag of Major advisers in the Policy Unit could agree on. 

There are not many policies which seem to hit so many benefit buttons for no cost and potential savings.  Even George Bush is doing it - American summertime begins a month earlier this year. But maybe if we don't want to do it nationally, we should have a local pilot -- one for the Mayoral manifestos?

In praise of Adam

not for those of you who are not fans of big-eared Australian cricketers...  one of the huge advantages of my enforced absence and idleness (well apart from ten minute bouts of leg lifting and the odd bit of emailing) is that I have been able to indulge in extreme cricket watching.  February sees a sideshow of England screwing up against the Kiwis but the main event is the Gilly farewell tour aka the Commonwealth Bank triangulate series between Australia, India and Sri Lanka.  Since the great Adam Gilchrist announced his retirement from non excessively remunerated cricket during the fourth test last month, this is Australia's and our chance to say goodbye to a fantastic cricketer.

What is so good about him.  There are the ears - positively Richard Wilson-esque (see AC diaries page 200 something) (and, Prince Charles excepted, I have always had a very soft spot for big ears). The fact that despite the ears, he manages to be an incredibly aerodynamic aerobatic wicket-keeper.  But the real thing is the way he bats. The power.  The Bothamesque excitement when he comes to the crease. The way he hits the ball - and the way he has transformed how one-day cricket is played -- though that may be more the legacy of the 1996 Sri Lankan world cup victory and the relaisisaiotn of just how many runs you can score in the first fifteen overs of one day international.  But more than any of these Adam Gilchrist has transformed the way test cricket is played -- as part of the Waigh revolution that meant that 3 an over now seems very meagre fare indeed as the Australians upped scoring rates to 4 an over.  And he also played fairer tha most other cricketers of his generation.

Just as I can never answer the question of when I started to love cricket, nor can I remember when I became a mad Gilchrist fan.  And it has caused much grief -- wanting to have one member of the opposition to succeed big time, while the team loses. And despite many attempts to see my hero in real life, too many attempts have been lamentable failures or near misses.  I was in Spain during the 2001 Ashes and saw a rump of a day at Lords and the Waugh twins bat England out of the game and declare before Gilchirst needed to bat at the Oval -- and that was the series where Gilchrist kept on turning games when England looked to be creating good positions, reducing the Aussies to 100-5 only for AG to help them put on 200 plus for the last five.  And one of the reasons the Aussies lost in 2005 was that Gilchrist had a miserable series.  I just missed his record one day score at Hobart in 2004 - deciding there was no point staying in Tasmania for the one-sided travesty that would be Australia vs Zimbabwe.  And I missed that on TV by lokcing myself out of my friend's flat in Sydney. I missed his fastest test century in Perth that finally won the Ashes back in 2006 -- and haven't even seen it on TV as I was with TV-free friends in Tasmania... But I did see other great innings on television but also a great century in Sydney live in 2003 -- when I witnessed the rarest of combinations -- a Gilchrist century and an England win.  No need to choose.

So having just watched his hundred today in his last game at the WACA -- and the great scenes as he walked on and off, suffice to say that he will be missed -- by all the wicketkeeper batsmen who fail to be the next Gilchrist (a list of England failures - Geraint Jones, Matt Prior, Paul Nixon, Phil Mustard ...); by all the opposition atatcks who are less likely to see balls sail over the boudary for effortless sixes; by squash balls who will no longer need to be cut in half; by Australina who will have to enthuse about Brad Haddin... but also by me.  At least for the next Ashes I will be able to be totally unambivalently pro-England.

so as the signs at the WACA said today -- thanks Gilly -- and here's to some more cracking innings over the next couple of weeks. And then I might just have to have an SD dilaogue which coincides with the Indian cricket league - or maybe you would finanlly like to play county cricket - for Surrey.

Cinderella comes to the ball

No not me ...  but over the past couple of days its been really noticeable how cycling policy -- the great Cinderella of policies - has suddenly started to make an impact.  Cycling policy has always suffered from being marginal, long-term, unsexy and unloved by politicians (except for Ben Bradshaw who claimed credit for putting in the cycle path across Kensington Gardens which certainly wins my vote as the single policy intervention of the past decade which has most contributed to my quality of life -- and for the cost of a couple of signs and a few miffed spaniels...).  In theory everyone knows that cycling offers a multiple whammy of benefits -- good for climate change (no impact); good for air quality; good for health (as long as you can do it in relative safety - and why cycling was omitted from the 1990 Environment strategy -- as the author put it succinctly at the time "too many stiffs"); good for wellbeing -- the commute into work is the low point of the day for most people; good for increasing the coping capacity of public transport.... and unless your bike gets nicked too often, good for creating a sense of community....but until recently cycling has had to make do with the crumbs from the roads budget; got less than the rounding on the NHS budget and been an also ran from any other budget.

So major news now that not only is London planning to put major investment the way of cycling - and aiming to create some routes that join up rather than leave you frustratingly dumped into major traffic without a sign, but that DfT and DH are putting in £ 140m over three years -- almost ten times the initial budget given to Cycling England when it was set up three years ago - and that comes on top of Sustrans winning a very organised campaign for yet more money from the Lottery. so all good news - and a big change. All we need now is a really coherent policy on the congestion charge to stop the one step forward, half step back that we have seen with the western extension (possibly the most regressive policy ever seen giving Chelsea residents license to drive for a fraction of the cost of anyone from Brixton and Hammersmith) and the muddled proposals on graduated charges. To misquote Orwell, in cities all cars are bad -- just some are more bad than others...and that would be quite a good principle for restructuring the charge.

But quite a shock to see the contrast between cycling in London - where huge progress has been made - and cycling here in Chichester where only the brave few venture out on their bikes. This is positively American interms of car culture... the only redeeming feature being that 4x4 penetration is relatively low. And the really striking thing here is just how much city centre prime real estate is devoted to car parking. So if Chichester could become the next York, or Hull or, or... not only coudl it cut its car dependence, it might create yet more places to build on int eh city centre....

and as for me -- its such gorgeous biking weather that I am desperately missing my spring commute through the Kensington daffodils and Hyde Park croci. Hip is not yet quite flexible enough to manage an exercise bike -- has to be the next big breakthrough moment.

Milestones and nostalgia

so today was a day of firsts -- first shower (no I have been showering but not able to get into a shower so have turned a bathroom into an impromptu wet room); first exposure of wound to the world -- and it basically just looks as though I had a close encounter with a rose bush - and not even any stitches; but the definite highlight was first trip to the pool to join my mother and other pensioners for an afternoon bounce in the pool. The big plus of the pool is that you don't need crutches - and after a couple of weeks of being on crutches (and another six to come) that feels like real liberation...

so that is the exciting view from Chichester - otherwise have been indulging in a burst of nostalgia reading Alastair Campbell's diary entries for 1996. Apart from his schoolboy crush on Princess Di (and her apparent keenness on him -- that could have been really interesting and changed the course of history...), the main interest comes from recollections of being on the other side as Ken Clarke's press secretary. It brings home very clearly why opposition is no preparation for government (the explanation Robert Reich gives for Clinton's - Bill not Hillary - false start =- "Governing is not campaigning") since all they seem to do is agonise about speeches, managing loose cannon Shadow Cabinet members and taking phone calls from Alan Clark (one of the less predictable relationships). Salutary to realise how little the Blair team was focusing on the Tories... and that the great 1996 Budget leak doesn't even warrant a mention from AC. Just reached the bit where they are crowing over KC's indiscreet lunch with Jon Sopel after discovering that the "friends of.... " comments were from the man himself. A localised nadir in my time as Press Secretary as when No10 went ballistic we discovered that our video recorder (no i-players in 1996) had failed to tape the lunchtime news when the BBC broke the story. Moral high ground recovered when I reminded a mildly raging KC (your press office is so incompetent you can't even work a tape recorder...) that we had advised him not to have lunch with Sopel etc (and would have also said not to be ferociously indiscreet sitting at the next table to Frank Dobson).

Haven't got to my one mention yet -- clearly didn't make as big an impact as Princess Di.

Failure to connect

with many apologies for the posting gap, this is going to be a quick update... one unnerving experience which shows what an internet junkie I have become -- I managed to close down my computer too quickly, lose a screen and then in following my nephew;s excellent technical advice on how to get it back -- just press a lot of buttons - I managed to switch off my wireless connection... now restored (it turns out there is a switch on the front of the machine -- but how was I supposed to know that).  But the thought of a broadband free day was beyond tolerance.

So personal developments -- have been trying to solve the conundrum of how to attach weights to my leg to create resistance to strengthen my adductors!!  ingenious Blue Peter style solution consists of two potatoes, my mother's ex-dog's collar (dog no longer with us, lest any of you were about the report us to the RSPCA), and a plastic bag.  With all of those together we have just about created something that works.  Not quite sure its what the physio had in mind.. but he is very keen for me to cycle (on a stationary bike) and walk around in swimming pools -- so that is next week's challenge.  Am nearing the end of the injections (yippee -- but am now completely habituated and have managed to routinise so not an issue...) and managed my first big trips - to the Abbey Chichester to collect a debit card and to the movies last night where the only hazard was failing to appreciate the full implications of the bucket seat.  (For interest we saw Juno which I highly recommend though the transition of CJ from the White House to a nail technician with a passion for Weimarers is unnerving for those of us who always saw her as a role model).The big plus of being here is that I have had a lot of communication with some US friends which has finally turned out some Hillary supporters. Heated debates now being conducted on "inspiration vs substance" and fsacinatign views that the plus of Obama is his electability. Hillary seems to be beign cast as the heroine of the Betty Friedan generation -- someone your mother votes for.
  Nex posting sooner...  but need to do my Spanish homework and do some (almost) real work.  Hasta pronto.

Super Fat Tuesday

so super Tuesday dawns -- England win at cricket; pancakes for tea (its pancake day - unseasonably early but unlike budding daffodils, premature frogspawn etc not (obviously) a sign of global warming on its way) and the rest of the world gets to watch the US vote. A quick straw poll among my very unrepresentative selection of friends stateside suggests that the Edwards vote (yes, I was tapping into that small but perfectly formed Edwards demographic) is breaking overwhelmingly towards Obama.

The amount of erstwhile Edwards support is quite interesting given that here he is overwhelmingly known for two things -- being a fabulously rich trial lawyer and being the heir to Gephardt style protectionist policies.. this makes him the archetypal beneficiary of voter irrationality as explained by Bryan Caplan Economics Professor from George Mason University who claims that voters get the appalling policies they deserve because they don't think like Economics PhDs -- and the big example of this is (a) support for populist policies like protectionism which reduce economic welfare and (b) that the most successful politicians are lawyers. "To get ahead in politics, leaders need a blend of naive populism and realistic cynicism,. No wonder the modal politician has a law degree.... economic issues are important to voters, but they do not want politicians with economic expertise - especially not ones who lecture them and point out their confusions". So that was why Nigel Lawson was never PM... But at least there are two other lawyers to choose from to become the Democrat nominee....

Still Caplan has some interesting messages for the bureaucrats among us.. since democracy is so flawed by pandering politicians playing to economically illiterate audiences, the good bureaucrat's duty is to subvert policy -- and clever (economically literate) politicians can connive in this as well... so here is the gospel according to Caplan: " if you work at a regulatory bureau, draft legislation, advise politicians, or hold office, figure out how much latitude you possess and use it to make policy better. Subvert bad ideas, and led a helping hand to good ones. .. an economist who, by his efforts, is able to postpone by a week a government program which wastes $ 100m s year has by his action earned his salary for the whole of his life". Not exactly what they teach you at the National School of Government....

so back to the US -- who will win tomorrow? A quick surf on the websites suggested Barack has the better song but Hillary has the better merchandise....but whatever happens, I'm betting on a lawyer....

and for anyone who has made it this far I am feeling ueberbouncy -- well I would be if I could bounce which is tough on crutches.. but apart from that little local difficulty am on top form. But may stay up all night watching the results come in... exciting elections are fun and all too rare.

the Mundane and the surreal

so life continues in its vague way -- I can't work out how to reply to Clive's comments on patio heaters but am sure he would realise that this blog is not going to comment on government policy .....I have tried to put in a spellchecker for thise appalled by typing standard (it was the thing my school refused to teach lest we all ended up as secretaries.... their future scan did not suggest it would be the key 21st century skill...) and to allow ananymous comments.  Best offering so far for squeamish is "zimperlich" -- any advance welcome...so days continue with a localised low at injection time -- interesting reflection on the happiness literature -- lots of interesting stuff on how people experience highs and lows and why  we misjudge what will make us happy or sad....  one key finding is the peak-end experience which posits that your view of an experience and willingness to repeat is dependedn both on the most intense part of the experience (pain, pleasure etc) but also how it ends.... the way they do this is to give poeple equal length nasty treatments -- eg dentistry (sorry Tamsin) and then in some cases add a further marginally less painful treatment -- a rational approach would assuem peopel;s reaction wodl be driven by total pain -- but the people who go back for more are those who get more total pain but less pain at the end...(this has always struck me as an important principle to take into account of in workshop design).  another finding is that your feelings about events in retrospect are less determined by the actual experience than by the feelings you had anticipating it -- which is of course what does for me on the injections which don't hurt but where I hate the thought of them....  so I think I need to do something so that I automatically reward myself each time...like those chimp experiments they used to do on Zoo Time  my brother has suceeded in doing this with his diabetic cat....If you want to know more, read Stumbling into Happiness by Daniel Gilbert....

anyway the surreal bit came from reading "Imperial Life in the Emerald City" by Rajiv Chandrasekaran -- the Washington Post Baghdad correspondent about the workings of the Coalition Provisional Authority in post-invasion Baghdad  -- not everyone's idea of light post op reading but needs to go on the list of books about policy implementation and delivery ....when I was at Berkeley they used to use a case study on NASA on how standard operating procedures could lead you astray -- but what this shows is how to make almost every mistake in the delivery handbook.  A few selected lessons...ideology and loyalty not necessarily a 100% subsitute for expertise; 24 year old interns looking for a gap job before they joined the reelection campaign not necesarily the right people to not necessariy the best placed to navigate complex politics beween Sunni, Shia and Kurds (interesting to reflect on the different uses that successive administrations make of their interns - and which is more damaging -- a good PhD thesis there); secure the basics before you reform the world; bother to ask people what they want....Add it to the PMDU reading list.

Am suffering from a gossip desert.  The only news I got while in hospital was of Jeremy Heywood's move to the other side of the door in No.10 --  and anyone who has worked in the Cabinet Office and No.10 knows the importance of that door .. but what seemed even more interesting was the fact that the Civil Service news bulletin reporting the move made it absolutely clear that this move could on NO ACCOUNT be construed as the creation of a Prime Minister's Department....I have never really understood why we believe it is so essential that we don't try to make as effective as possible and why we assuem that it might not help the PM to have his opwn department (comments that will have Vernon Bogdanor and Peter Hennessy turning in their grave...).  But I thought it might be quite interesting to a look at the website for the Australian Dept of the PM and the Cabinet -- and it seemed to me that their mission of making the govt and the PM effective would not be such a bad ambition for Jeremy and friends on both sides of the baize door.... I would add a handy link but have failed to understand how to make hyperlinks work....