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Warning: This is a brag post, originally written for a Singapore audience. My son, his mate and I enjoy watching the comedy series "Miranda" in which Miranda's friend (and employee) often holds up a mask of Heather Small and mimic her singing "What have you done today to make you FEEL proud?" Yesterday I went to bed thinking that I really toted up well. First, a meeting with fellow social scientists outside academia. It was a group I started – by accident – some years ago and now it has grown, nearly 400 members! Was able to encourage those present. Then on the way home – my train, for which I was careful to buy a first class ticket to ensure a seat after a tiring meeting, was cancelled – I was squashed into a Tube train whereupon a man with a beard, long hair, a very large ring in his nose, dirty finger nails, on a walking stick asked my fellow social scientist and myself whether the train was going to MK. He, too, was supposed to be on my cancelled t

On Thursday mornings before I set out for my stint at the local CAB my son often tells me, "Hope you don't get too many benefits cases." He knows how I detest having to deal with benefits clients who say, "I'm entitled to this. Do this for me. NOW." Today I was incensed that a client has had his benefits stopped. This man is a refugee from an African country. He has four young children. He was on unemployment benefits and housing benefits because of that. He decided that he needed to improve his English and signed up for a college course (ESOL Intensive) and did so well that he passed his exams before the end of his course. However as a result of the 15 hours he was studying, plus some mistake made by some civil servant (who turned this into 16 hours), he was deemed "unavailable for work" and therefore his JSA was stopped, leading to his Housing Benefits (which pays his rent) being stopped as well. Now his landlord is threatening eviction

Wrote this piece for my friends in Singapore: my perspective of what Mr Cameron called the "sick society". David Starkey in using the phrase "The whites have become black" has been branded a "racist". I am no fan of Mr Starkey. As a social scientist from outside the UK, one who is not weighed down by the guilt of British colonialism (but is in fact a product of it), one who is colour-blind except when it is culturally significant, I feel that Mr Starkey is only using this statement to make a "shortcut" to what I had alluded to in my original blog piece referenced above. There is something in the black African/West Indian/Caribbean culture/s that is preventing their younger generations from benefitting from all the resources thrown at them in the UK. The same is happening amongst a certain class of young white generations. Taxpayers should be keen to ascertain what exactly are the factors (fatherlessness, lack of disciplinary boundaries,

After building up my sourdough starter for two weeks (details in the next post, perhaps) I was very excited about making my first sourdough loaf. The diary was cleared. This was my starter in the morning. The volume has reduced from its evening time high, as you might have noticed from the "tide marks", but still bubbling when viewed from the top: I am trying to followed a "recipe" from Dan Lepard in a newspaper and combining that with a recipe by Daniel Stevens ( River Cottage No. 3 ). Emptied most of this into a mixing bowl, added 500 strong wholemeal (because I don't like eating white) flour and about 300ml tepid water and mixed into a ball. Left it for 10 minutes. Then decided (perhaps wrongly) that it probably needed a little more water. Added what I thought was about two teaspoons of salt, but probably much less. Left this for about two hours and it became like this. Notice the holes on the surface. Removed this onto an oiled surface and knead

When I read how his mum tweets about how he was being locked up for 23 hours a day, my heart bled for her. But not for long. Instead I found myself mulling over what is meant by a "privileged upbringing". Was young Gilmour privileged on the basis that he has a loving mother and stepfather? Was young Gilmour privileged because he was given every material need? Was young Gilmour privileged to be an above-intelligent person (assuming that as he had gone to Cambridge)? In court it was argued in mitigation that young Gilmour behaved the way he did because he faced rejection from his birth father. He was drugged up to the eyeballs when he was swinging from the Cenotaph. Would my biographer (if I had one) also describe me as having a "privileged background"? On the basis that my mother never worked, and never made us do any household chores. Though she was criticized by the extended family for being so, her response had always been, "I want my (six) c

I've put the following together for friends (especially from Singapore) who have taken an interest since I wrote about making bread. I had borrowed a couple of bread books from our local library and looked at various sites on Internet. Not a bread machine in sight, I'm afraid. I started when I need to take out my frustration and there was no turning back. Then I read this article . It does not take all that long to knead, but you must be patient with waiting for the dough to rise. I now gather all the ingredients together before starting and can get a lump of dough ready for first proofing within 20 minutes. It's cheaper to buy a packet of yeast rather than the 7g sachets. In the UK and if you have room, you could also have bigger bags of flour delivered. You could then opt for locally-grown and/or milled flour. =========== For Basic White Bread Ingredients • 625g strong (bread making) white flour (Sorry, don't know which or where brands are available in Sin

When my son was born I had this inordinate fear, an overwhelming fear, totally illogical fear, that he would be gay (not in the "happy" sense). After years of parenthood now I realize that even if he did decide to be gay, I as a parent, would still love him. I would not abandon him. My Christian response to this debate is -- and I am not ashamed to say that I am a committed, Bible-believing Christian -- this is how I imagine God would respond to homosexuals. He still loves them nonetheless. They are still his creation, and he loves them one and all. Some Christians shorten this principle as "hate the sin, love the sinner". Of course it is not nice to be called a sinner, but that is what we are, if we believe in what the Bible says about our "fallen nature". What would Jesus do? (WWJD?) We read in the Gospels that Jesus associated with those who are the lowest of the low in his time on earth: the prostitutes, the lepers, the tax-collectors. Inde

In my last visit to Singapore I (or rather my sister) managed to retrieve an old plastic folder of my newspaper clippings. I used to write letters to the local press (nothing's changed) as well as occasional "Analysis" pieces for the Sunday Times . In my folder I found a clipping from 7th April 1985, a letter entitled: If we took the Master at his word . Back then we were admonished by a senior statesman to follow a "Confucian ethic". I attach the text of this letter in full below: =========== It was interesting to have a People's Action Party Member of Parliament quote Confucius in support of Confucius policies. For if we are going to take Master Kung at his word, life in Singapore would be very different. For example, the Sage teaches that there should be no distinction of classes in education. If we accept that, streaming must go. Leonard Hsu, in The Political Philosophy of Confucianism , writes: "Equity, in Confucius philosophy, condem

The excitement over the forthcoming General Election in Singapore is palpable, even where I am, miles away from home. It reminded me of the elections between 1981 and 1984, when I was often worried over whether an increase in bus fares would mean I could not afford to eat, given my meagre income giving private tuition as an undergraduate. I don't remember much of elections since then, and in particular in 2006. 2006 was when (1) my son had the most difficult time at school before his special education needs were identified, (2) my husband was very ill, and (3) my business was in its infancy. It has been said of British politics prior to 1997 when the Labour Party came into power, that it was not that the electorate wanted Conservative rule, but that there was no "credible opposition". I remember how every time the then PM John Major came on radio I switched it off. His "back to basics" rhetoric was torn to shreds as minister after minister, politician

The potatoes in my garden are going berserk. Every time I see new leaves I cover them with compost (as per instructions). If I put compost on it last thing at night, new growth appears the following morning. If I cover it with compost in the morning, the leaves break through again by the end of the day. New leaves appear despite the compost. Or is it because of the compost? I’ve been baking my own bread. In the temperate clime here it takes a long time for bread dough to prove (rise). But when it has risen to the right size, it takes but a few minutes to bake, and then soon we can tuck into delicious warm bread. When it’s the season for potatoes to grow, nothing would stop it once it finds moist, fertile ground. Fed with alternative views via the internet and watered by rising dissatisfaction, the political ground in Singapore is fertile for opposition growth. The ruling party might dig up the dirt and heap it on the opposition. But mudslinging and dirt (as compost is but

It's been a long while since I last posted. Together with all the usual busy-ness of life during this time of year I had been doing my weekly stint at a local charity which gives advice on all areas of life. (This means I have less time to run my business, but never mind.) Of course we are not know-it-alls. We merely have the resources to point people in the right direction. Some folk who come in need more help than others. For these we spend more time with them and help with writing letters, making phone calls, etc. My role in this charity is to assess within as short a time as possible how we might (or not) help the "client". We get all sorts. People asking about neighbour disputes over boundary fences, pensions and how these affect their current benefits, whether they are genuinely required to pay underpaid taxes because HMRC completely fouled up, domestic violence, how to apply for benefits for 19-year-olds, etc. We get the few odd-balls, for want of a better w

First Tunisia, then Egypt and now Libya is at the brink as I write. People power. Gaddaffi sees himself as a revolutionary leader, not a president, and so cannot resign, as the people demanded. Revolutionary leaders ought to be respected for their vision, for their fortitude and for their ability to bring about revolution and surviving. When we look at the east Asian countries, not excluding Singapore, we see historians having rather nice things to say of leaders who took us out of colonial rule, hailing these as "fathers" of the nation. Problem is such leaders, after being comfortably in unopposed power (dictatorship?) for years often forget that whilst the nation might owe them a lot, the nation does not owe them EVERYTHING. The rot sets in when such leaders begin to see and appropriate their nation's wealth as their own. They start enriching themselves, and their families, blurring the line between what belongs to the nation and what belongs to the individual. Worse,

Yesterday was a difficult day. At my CAB session I had a young man who refused to leave my room because he had no money. What was I supposed to do? I am only a volunteer here. I have done all that I could to help him, as the last person he saw did, but if he did not help himself to resolve the situation he was in, what could we do? Do we let him keep coming back and beg for emergency money? Then you realize that at the coalface of this "Big Society" answers are not always easy. Today was a much better day. On the day that we read of 50% of five-year-old boys are falling behind, I had six (SIX!) new mothers at our Toddler Group. Many are first-time mothers. It was especially interesting (encouraging, even) to see two mothers using the "time-out" for misbehaving two-year-olds. There is hope. I also noted to a childminder that one of her charges was really good at looking after himself (took off his coat, hung it up on another child's pushchair). It appears that he

Yesterday I was listening to Today in the morning and someone used the term "chinese whispers" (re: how suspect treated in Bristol murder) and I felt very uncomfortable. Affronted. Why "Chinese"? Should I make a complaint to BBC and campaign for a ban on the use of "Chinese whispers" with its negative connotation? (Just kidding.) It's the new Chinese lunar year today and I am quite excited (but tired). I am salivating at the pictures posted by friends on FB. The eve of Chinese New Year is when families gather for the Reunion Dinner. I remember having to wait for hours for sister to come back from her nursing shift and/or father from his new year's eve haircut. Then we tuck in. Ah! I enjoy most the thrill of putting on my new pyjamas. Mum could not always afford to buy me new clothes -- going-out clothes -- but she would always used to buy me pyjamas (they were very cheap). So I give my son new pyjamas, too. Except that his cost a bit more. Few peo

In my late parents' flat was a stone that was often left underneath a chair in the living room. I remember my father being given that stone (nearly six inches long) by a friend soon after we moved to the Tanglin Halt flat. He said to rub his feet on the stone for good health. I was only very young then and I thought: was there magic in this stone? how could rubbing one's feet on this stone give one good health? Father didn't actually use it as instructed. It was just there, left there, for years and years. At university I remember a lecturer talking about traditional medicine. He spoke disparagingly of such, referring to "a bit of dried bark". How could we place our faith on the healing powers of a bit of dried bark when we have the whole backing of science on antibiotics, etc.? You see, where I was growing up, we revered everything that was "scientific". The west was scientific, so we revered it. Anything that was non-western and/or non-scientific was d

This time every year we run a Christmas party for the children and their parents/carers who bring them regularly. We provide party food for the children and the adults are asked to bring food or give £3 towards food. We give each child and adult a Christmas present. The money for the food and presents comes from what is left over from the £1.50 we collect every week, after we have provided drinks and biscuits for both children and adults, craft materials for the children, etc. We also invest in new toys and equipment regularly. Mdm P is a parent who usually arrives quite late. Sometimes after I've put my moneybox away and I would say, "Pay next week." But she'd forget to pay the following week, especially if someone else was standing in for me. In fact, even if she did come early-ish, she would shuffle about, taking ages to look for her money. Sometimes I have to confront her (which I find very embarrassing) to say, "Have you registered?" and she would claim

This time of year, every year, I dread having to do my accounts for tax purposes. I am fairly numerate, but when it comes to accounting, I wallow in the abyss between the debits and credits. My dear husband, trained in accounting, thankfully tolerates sitting down with me to sort out the numbers. Always we row over my poor book-keeping(??), my lack of analysis, and ... O dear! So last year, for Christmas, I was given Book-keeping for Dummies which I attempted to read, and even did exercises, etc. Last Saturday we sat down to do the accounts. I had made a start on the Trial Balance and the numbers on various bank accounts were adding up properly, etc. But still I managed to put some DRs and CRs in the wrong columns -- which he spotted, and I failed to find a record of my last payment to the accountant (!). But, BUT, we managed to balance the account without getting too cross with each other. Whew! Profit/Loss? Apparently I made a tiny, teeny profit, not enough to buy a half-decent han

Isn't it ironic that someone who does not know how to take good pictures to profit from market-place websites like Etsy should have one of her photos featured in the local papers? Sadly it was the photo of my 'little brother' "Big Ben" in a tribute page . We looked at our photos of Ben. They are either of him with hands in his pockets or arms around a little baby. The photo here is actually one of him with our new-born son ten-and-something years ago. We knew then that he would have made a good father, and we were right. Sadly his daughters now won't have him around any more. Our prayers are with your family, Ben.

This was going round the Internet. There is no certainty over its authorship, and the piece has been called a "hoax" and all that. Still it is worth reading, methinks. When pondering the question of taxes and the structure of our tax system in general please refer to this explanation using the language of Beer !! Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this; The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing. The fifth would pay $1 The sixth would pay $3 The seventh would pay $7 The eighth would pay $12 The ninth would pay $18 The tenth man (the richest) would pay $59 So, that's what they decided to do. The ten men drank in the bar every day and seemed quite happy withthe arrangement, until one day, the owner threw them a curve ball. "Since you are all such good customers," he said, "I'm going to reduce the cost of your daily beer

Yesterday was a very sad day at church. Last Sunday we heard that we cannot put God in a box as we looked at the passage in the Book of Samuel and the way the Ark of the Covenant was treated and feared. The congregation was bowed by the news of a serious house fire that left one of our church leaders and his wife (a paediatrician) in ICU. Later that day we learned the news that Ben, a Microsoft engineer, had been called home. Smoke inhalation had led to cardiac arrest. And the young man who first came to our church 11 years ago, spent Christmas with us, gone away, come back, got married, had children, was now back in the arms of Jesus. Yesterday was the first day back at church together for many of us. There was such an outpouring of grief. Ben was special. Ben was much loved. I spent time with his mum last Friday. O, how we cried. "Why? Why? Why did God take him at the prime of his life? Why did He not take me instead?" Ben's mum cried. We will never understand. I could,