<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799</id><updated>2012-01-23T14:13:34.922Z</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='Chemistry'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Oxford'/><category term='Meme'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Terminally Confused</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts from the pen of the terminally confused...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-7549750672049642920</id><published>2009-10-09T18:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:23:09.684Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Prawns with Mango and Rice Noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... recipe courtesy of Rick Stein's Far Eastern Oddessey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fry an onion, a little chilli and a couple of crushed garlic cloves. Cook for 5 mins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Add raw prawns, salt and pepper, the juice of two limes and a teaspoon of cornflour in a little water, and one whole fresh mango, cut into cubes. Cook for about 5 minutes or until the prawns are cooked, and serve with freshly cooked rice noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simple and delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-7549750672049642920?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7549750672049642920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=7549750672049642920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7549750672049642920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7549750672049642920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2009/10/prawns-with-mango-and-rice-noodles.html' title='Prawns with Mango and Rice Noodles'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2059196069352767825</id><published>2009-04-26T18:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:26:29.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Pasta with Chicken and Chorizo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not dissimilar to the recipe for pasta with a spicy prawn sauce, but subtly different. Really yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 onions (finely chopped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 cloves garlic, crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1/2 tsp chilli, crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;8 tomatoes, skinned and in 8s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 tbsp tomato puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 chicken breast, in strips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;150 g chorizo, cubed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 tsp lemon juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;fresh basil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 tbsp balsamic vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fry the onions, garlic and chilli. Add the tomatoes and tomato puree and cook a few minutes. Add the chicken and chorizo and cook until the chicken is fully cooked through. Add the lemon juice, balsamic vinegar, and season. Tear the basil into small pieces and add just before serving on freshly cooked pasta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2059196069352767825?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2059196069352767825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2059196069352767825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2059196069352767825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2059196069352767825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasta-with-chicken-and-chorizo.html' title='Pasta with Chicken and Chorizo'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-8875715960111296995</id><published>2009-04-26T18:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:19:10.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Pasta with Spicy Prawns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mmmm... spicy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 onions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 cloves garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;5 tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;100 g fresh peeled king prawns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1/2 tsp chilli (of the very lazy variety)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 tbsp tomato puree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 tbsp chopped fresh coriander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1.5 tsp balsamic vinegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finely chop the onions and fry with with the crushed garlic. Skin the tomatoes, and chope into 8s. Add these with all the other ingredients except the prawns. Cook until reduced down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Add pasta to pan of boiling water, and at the same time add the prawns to the sauce. Serve as soon as the pasta is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-8875715960111296995?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8875715960111296995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=8875715960111296995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8875715960111296995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8875715960111296995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2009/04/pasta-with-spicy-prawns.html' title='Pasta with Spicy Prawns'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-6348939543897050126</id><published>2008-08-04T11:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:55:17.667Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Beef stew and dumplings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;500g casserole beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3 small onions, chopped into 8s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3 garlic cloves, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;300 ml passata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;75 ml red wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;200 ml beef stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;good squirt of tomato ketchup (~ 2-3 tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;worcester sauce (1tbsp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 small celeriac, peeled and diced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 small leek, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3 celery sticks, chopped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12 button mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12 cherry tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 juniper berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;chilli flakes (to taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fry the onion, garlic and beef in the olive oil until the beef is browned and the onions soft and translucent. Add the passata, ketchup, worcester sauce, wine, stock, celeriac, leek, celery, bay leaves, juniper berries, chilli flakes, salt and pepper. Cook on a medium hob for about 30 minutes, then add the mushrooms and tomatoes. Cook in moderate oven for a further 90 mins or so, covered for the first 45, then uncovered for the last 45 mins to allow the sauce to slightly thicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dumplings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;50 g self-raising flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;25 g vegetable suet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 tsp horseradish sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sufficient water to make into thick doughy paste; mould into small balls (makes 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Add the dumplings about 20 mins prior to the end of the cooking time of the stew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-6348939543897050126?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/6348939543897050126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=6348939543897050126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/6348939543897050126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/6348939543897050126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/08/beef-stew-and-dumplings.html' title='Beef stew and dumplings'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-624335239509852556</id><published>2008-07-11T14:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:46:45.824Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana"&gt;Note to self: Should you ever wish to point out the depreciation in examination standards in recent years, the poor show made by modern students with their modern, flashy GCSEs (not a patch on the traditional, solid, O-levels of years gone by), then please note the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; don't help your argument by, oh yes, making multiple mistakes in your answer sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you be interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A titration can be used to find the concentration of a solution. In a titration, 22.0 cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; of hydrochloric acid is required to neutralise 25.0 cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; of calcium hydroxide solution. The concentration of the hydrochloric acid is 0.001 mol/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The equation for the reaction is: Ca(OH)&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; + 2HCl → CaCl&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; + 2H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;(Relative atomic masses: H = 1; O = 16; Ca = 40)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; How many moles of hydrochloric acid are present in 22.0 cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; of the acid solution? (Answer to 2 sig. fig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given and correct answer:&lt;/b&gt;  2.2E-5 mol/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With how many moles of calcium hydroxide will 22.0 cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; of this acid solution react? (Answer to 2 sig. fig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given and correct answer:&lt;/b&gt;  1.1E-5 mols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the concentration of the calcium hydroxide solution? (Answer in mol/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; to 2 sig. fig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given and correct answer:&lt;/b&gt;  4.4E-4 mol/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the concentration of the calcium hydroxide solution? (Answer in g/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; to 2 sig. fig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given answer:&lt;/b&gt; 0.33 g/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correct answer:&lt;/b&gt; 0.033 g/dm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nitrogen can be obtained by heating solid ammonium dichromate(VI), (NH&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;)2Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;7&lt;/sub&gt;. Chromium (III) oxide (Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;) and steam are the only other products of this reaction.&lt;br /&gt;(i) Construct the equation, including state symbols, for the action of heat on ammonium dichromate(VI).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given answer:&lt;/b&gt; 2(NH&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;)&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;7&lt;/sub&gt;(s) --&gt; 2Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;(s) + H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O(g) + N&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;(g)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correct answer:&lt;/b&gt; (NH&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt;)&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;7&lt;/sub&gt;(s) --&gt; Cr&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;(s) + 4H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O(g) + N&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;(g)&lt;br /&gt;Their version doesn't even balance! We lose 2 N atoms, 14 H atoms, and 7 O atoms!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One of the hydrocarbons in petrol is octane. This equation shows the combustion of octane: 2C&lt;sub&gt;8&lt;/sub&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;18&lt;/sub&gt; + 25O&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; → 16CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; + 18H&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;What mass of carbon dioxide is produced for every tonne of octane burned in this reaction? (Relative atomic masses: H = 1; C = 12; O = 16) (Answer in tonnes to 2 sig. fig.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Given answer:&lt;/b&gt; 3.1 tonnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Correct answer:&lt;/b&gt; 3.4 tonnes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, unimpressive. I got bored after Question B4, so there might be errors in the answers after that point too. I'll update this if I get that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-624335239509852556?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/624335239509852556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=624335239509852556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/624335239509852556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/624335239509852556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/07/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-7162269279478297512</id><published>2008-07-08T16:59:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:40:13.855Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Though a slightly amusing thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...is that apparently &lt;a href="http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html"&gt;the big house&lt;/a&gt; cost £1.4M. The smaller one would have been, at a guess, about £400K. So we're up to £1.8M. Building costs must be in the region of, say, £150K per unit. 6 units is £900K. I might be a bit high here but probably not massively so - call it £800K. Architect's fees, solicitor's fees, etc etc must amount to £20K - probably a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fairly conservatively, we're probably looking at about £2.5M plus. For 6 semi-detached houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the largish detached house was £400K, and must be worth more than a smaller semi-detached property is going to be. Even assuming the resulting houses were worth £400K, somehow, on six properties you'd still LOSE £100K.&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better. The properties were bought at the absolute peak of the market. Especially the large one, which was purchased in January. Prices have already fallen about 7.5% since then, and are predicted to continue to fall for the next 18 months or so. Most forecasters seem to think something in the region of 20% down on the peak price - some as much as 30%. Let's work with 20%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a 20% fall in house prices, the houses that would be worth £400K will in fact only be worth £320K each. Which works out at just £1.92M. They won't be able to get them on the market that quickly as they're not build yet, and they won't want to hang onto them as it's a commercial developer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's a massive loss of £580,000.00.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let that be a lesson to you, barbarians. Leave nice properties where they are and learn from Persimmon, everyone's favourite mass-house-building company. Who have laid off 1100 workers because they can't make enough profit from house building any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts - most developers aim for, I guess, about 20% profit on a development. About that? Even if my estimates for building costs were double what it actually costs, and I can't see that they are, they would still be paying out £1.4M + £400K + £400K = £2.2M. Call it £2M. With a 20% profit they would have to sell for £400 each. That's after losing 20% over the next year or so. Which correlates to the equivalent of charging £480 per unit back in January. Which is a LOT - you &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; have got it, but I'd be surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-7162269279478297512?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7162269279478297512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=7162269279478297512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7162269279478297512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7162269279478297512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/07/though-slightly-amusing-thought.html' title='Though a slightly amusing thought...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2527421801225797855</id><published>2008-07-08T16:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:50:04.068Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feeling the need to blog more generally today. It's been a weird one today, both really quite good and really spectacularly bad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the plus side, I got to work on time (ish) and the equipment has worked more than I expected it to. The experiments may or may not have worked, but that's always the way of it until you get to work up the data when you've finished. The flow meters I use to control the rate at which gas enters my cell have been causing me problems - they have an recurring fault but they're not like it all the time. So we're keeping a log to see if we can correlate when they go wrong with anything in particular we're doing. But, apart from throwing a hissy fit this morning, they've basically worked today. We're going out for dinner tonight also with the guys who play in the 10am music group at Ebbe's, so that should be a good time of getting to know each other better. We're taking some tortilla chips made out of lasagne, also some chicken drumsticks, if I can find free-range in the Co-op or Somerfield (M&amp;amp;S is an option, but it's sooo expensive...), and some vegetable stick things - carrots, peppers maybe, cucumber? Crudites, that's the word&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then it all goes pear-shaped. I'm not good at change. I'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; not good at change. I like things to stay the way they are, or to improve. I don't cope well when things change for the worse.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And that's what's happening just next door. We realised they were doing some work on the house (a fairly hideous 2 story thing) but it was still a shock to find it just &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt; when I got home from work. A bit weird, and it threw me a bit, but hey, it was pretty awful, so no loss, you could say&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a loss is the fact that the beautiful Edwardian house (almost a mansion - well, not quite, but big and nice none the less) is &lt;em&gt;ALSO&lt;/em&gt; going apparently. Even though when they sent the planning application form, I complained, as did many of the other residents in the road. So they resubmitted the application, showing just an extension, which was fine. But, unknown to me, they also appealed the first decision, but decided not to tell me. Other people found out, so I must have got missed, but still, I didn't have a chance to object&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So this lovely old building is going to be torn down to make way for four semi-detached modern boxes, each with a tiny strip of land associated. And the Victorian boat-house is going too. For no good reason, except that it's in the garden and hey, people might not want it. I'm gutted, absolutely gutted. I don't know if it'll even be there when I get home - it might already be gone. If not, I put money on it vanishing by the end of the week&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't hate progress, I really don't, and some development is fine. The ugly house going to make way for two smaller ones? OK, maybe a bit short sighted and not exactly pretty, but OK. But why should our council side with a developer over the wishes, clearly expressed, of the local community? It makes no sense to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And to make matters worse, we've just signed on moving to a new property just down the road. I think, if I had known, I'd have pushed for moving to Jericho instead - we had the choice, and it was 51:49, not exactly a certainty either way. Too late now of course, so I have to live next to a building site, cycle past it every day, and generally be reminded of why Oxford is just getting more and more rubbish with every new building they put up. Nice one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2527421801225797855?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2527421801225797855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2527421801225797855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2527421801225797855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2527421801225797855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/07/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-8510977454741184970</id><published>2008-02-23T15:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:03:05.212Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Other Ramblings from the pen of the Terminally Confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... can be found at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://major-jim.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;major-jim.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly memes, fan fiction (Patrick O'Brian and Discworld so far, but watch this space) and general silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-8510977454741184970?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8510977454741184970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=8510977454741184970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8510977454741184970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8510977454741184970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/02/other-ramblings-from-pen-of-terminally.html' title='Other Ramblings from the pen of the Terminally Confused...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-7537076064466928183</id><published>2008-02-15T19:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:55:23.727Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Food, Food, Glorious Food...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, it's maybe not up there with the Archbishop converting to Islam (which he hasn't done, by the way, although you'd think he had, the fuss some people are making over his recent comments, however misguided they may be - haven't read them so can't say), but it's still a bit disconcering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delia says 'eat tinned.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's pretty accurate. If &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a herf="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article3375585.ece"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; are to be believed, anyway, and surely Murdoch wouldn't lie to us? Would he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably not on this one. It'd be too easy to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ms. Smith wants us to eat tinned mince. Why? It's foul and made out of bits of meat that the cow didn't even know that it had and it's TINNED for goodness sake. Surely that's enough. I mean, it's not hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have a perculiar situation, where the government want everyone to learn to cook, but the chefs want people to eat a Tesco Economy McTinned Meal. With oven chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-7537076064466928183?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7537076064466928183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=7537076064466928183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7537076064466928183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7537076064466928183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/02/food-food-glorious-food.html' title='Food, Food, Glorious Food...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-1710288433126006457</id><published>2008-02-11T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T20:16:59.762Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Meme: Movie Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jadesfire2808.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mrs TC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; can do this, why can't I? Prizes (of the feeling-smug-and-self-satisfied variety) to the best guesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meme rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick 15 of your favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie (not necessarily your favourite quote - they're often too easy!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Post them here for everyone to guess.&lt;br /&gt;4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.&lt;br /&gt;5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "The ship is in ship-shape shape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, what did I say? Did you hear what I said? I heard what I said 'cause I was standing there when I said it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "There is no spoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, doesn't he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I've never used the word "spinster" in my life. Okay, once, when I told my mother it was technically incorrect to call her son a spinster."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I create feelings in others that they themselves don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "By 'caliber,' of course, I refer to both the size of their gun barrels and the high quality of their characters... Two meanings... caliber... it's a homonym... Forget it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "The only thing that France is adept at hosting is an invasion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "You do not bang on the hood. You never under any circumstances drive. And you will certainly not put your coffee mug on the roof of the car. In fact, no coffee in the car whatsoever. Coffee goes on the ground, you get in the car, we go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "You never get anyone in 'Wings of a Dove' saying 'Inform the Pentagon we need black star cover!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "I can't understand it. This car hasn't given me a lick of trouble in nearly 6 hours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Oh, [name], I've had a lot of birthdays - well, not a lot of birthdays - but this is the best birthday ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "I think we've all arrived at a very special place. Spiritually, ecumenically, grammatically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "'Extremely dangerous. Keep out of reach of children.' Cool!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-1710288433126006457?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/1710288433126006457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=1710288433126006457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/1710288433126006457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/1710288433126006457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/02/meme-movie-quotes.html' title='Meme: Movie Quotes'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-7676980381595884525</id><published>2008-02-08T16:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:49:09.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Sceptical about Science?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've just been struck by a post on Sam Allberry's blog, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allberry.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; if you're interested. But in his final paragraph, he says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...Nor is any of this exclusive to Nutritionism. As I thought through these four features, it struck me how true they are of contemporary Environmentalism, the other rising new religion of our day. I can't help feeling captive to the experts. In shrill terms we're told daily of how human carbon emmissions are driving us to the brink of an ecological apocalypse. Recycling and air-travel have become (opposite) moral absolutes. As a Christian, I am far from indifferent to the natural well-being of God's world. And yet I remain mistrustful of a scientific band whose ideology is often secularist and unacknowledged, who confer upon their theories the status of absolute truth, and therefore pillory the rising number of other scientists who do not share their assumptions and who question their findings. I don't like being a cynic, and I don't want to become one of those Christians who forever demonises "those scientists", but sometimes the experts leave us no alternative."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's a valid point of view, that scientists generally come at a topic from an a-thiestic point of view. Indeed, many a violently anti-religion, and frequently anti-Christianity especially. But this leaves us with a quandry. Do we ignore the claims made by the mass of scientists on the basis that they come from a completely different world-view to Christians, or do we go with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This seems to be the root of the question, but it also seems one that has a simple solution. It's about recognising the questions that science as a tool can answer, and those it cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Science is, in its fundamentals, the study of the natural world around us. Indeed, many early scientists called themselves 'natural philosophers,' presumably becuase their thoughts and ponderings were influenced by their observations of nature. (Incidently, I absolutely detest the scientific convention of capitalizing nature or biology, as in "Nature has done this.") Study leads naturally on from observation to hypothesis, from hypothesis to experiment, and from experiment to conclusion or theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For example, an observation is that something happens. This leads to the question "why does this happen?" and a guess - "maybe this happens becuase of &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;." To find out, one alters &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; and examines the results. Either it has an effect, or it doesn't, and after much hard work, one can draw a conclusion. Eventually, numerous conclusions may lead to a theory, and, once the theory has been tested, and shown to hold true again and again, the word is often changed to 'law.' (Laws are, of course, sometimes proven to be wrong or incomplete, such as the idea of a flat earth, or the assumption that Newtonian mechanics would hold true for sub-atomic particles such as electrons, which instead need quantum mechanics to describe them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a round-and-about way, this leads me to my point. If a scientist tries to answer a question that science itself cannot answer, he is merely postulating, and his science is closer to philosophy or theology. If he tries to answer a question that science can answer, he may be correct or incorrect, but he's entitled to call his opinions 'scientific.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which brings us to global warming (or its absence). Firstly, although &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; scientists believe that the phenomenon does not exist, most believe it does. There is much observational evidence. Doesn't it seem warmer to you than it was this time 15 years ago? Birds which used to migrate seem not to bother any more. Satellite images show that the Arctic ice-sheets are shrinking rapidly. And simple experiments using a thermometer tell us that, on average, the years are hotter than they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So why? Here we come on the the hypothesis. The most common guess is that's it due to 'greenhouse gas' emmissions, &lt;em&gt;i.e.&lt;/em&gt;, the release of gases such as CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; &lt;em&gt;etc&lt;/em&gt;. These allow sunlight to enter the Earth's atmosphere, but the reflected rays are absorbed, like the way a glass roof on a greenhouse makes the inside hotter than the outside. There is evidence to support this hypothesis. Ice cores taken show the temperature and CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; concentrations in the atmosphere for many thousands of years. The two cycle up and down, the temperature following the CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; level closely, although slightly behind. However, since the 1800s, the CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; levels, and the temperature, have been shooting up - and show no sign of coming down again any time soon. They're already way past where they usually got to in the 'natural' cycle. None of this is proof that human CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; release is causing climate change. But it's a correlation without any other obvious cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what should we do? Should we argue that scientists have an axe to grind, so we'll ignore them? After all, they're scientists - they have a vested interest in science. Or should we decide to believe them, after all, they're the people who &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; know best? And if we decide to ignore them, who shall we believe instead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe global warming is real. I believe it's at least in part caused by human CO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; release. As an evangelical Christian I don't think this is incompatible with my worldview - after all, God made the world, and it was very good. But then came the fall, and the outworkings of that are seen all around us. Is it reasonable to expect that they would be limited to mankind's dealings with each other? As a consequence of Adam's sin, the first death is recorded in the Bible (an animal is killed to make clothes). The pattern of sin and death continues to this day. As custodians of the world, have we really made such a good job of it that this pattern will not reach a logical conclusion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I must stress, however, that although global warming may well result in catastrophic consequences, I doubt it will signal the end of humanity. Many millions may die, species may become extinct, and whole countries become submerged. But in many ways, that's just an extension, albeit on a massive, horrific scale, of the human story ever since the time of Adam. Should we really be surprised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what should we do? Should we ignore it - after all, as rich Westerners we will probably be comparatively unaffected. Or should we try to act to affect it, making sacrifices if need be. Is this analogous (although not equivalent or sufficient) to repentence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.eci.ox.ac.uk"&gt;www.eci.ox.ac.uk&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-7676980381595884525?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7676980381595884525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=7676980381595884525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7676980381595884525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7676980381595884525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/02/should-we-trust-those-who-tell-us-to.html' title='Sceptical about Science?'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-180864822063709968</id><published>2008-02-08T15:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:05:48.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Northern Rock II - the saga continues (and ends)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, in a land far away, there was a bank. That bank was generally well run, and even contributed a fair proportion of its profits to charity. But one day everything went wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the bank manager was more clever and business-minded than many other people. So one day he had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," thought the bank manager. "At the moment I take the people's gold for a time, and then pay it back to them later with a bit extra, and in-between times I can lend it to other people at a higher rate of interest, and make a bit for myself. But what if instead I borrow a lot more gold, and do the same? If I charge more interest than I pay, then I'll make a King's ransom in profits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the very next day, the clever bank manager went to one of his rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you lend me 1000 sovereigns?" he asked. "And in a year or two, I'll pay you back 1050 sovereigns." The other bank manager thought that was a good deal, and agreed. So the clever bank manager took the 1000 sovereigns, and lent them to his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look," he said. "I will lend you 100 sovereigns, and you can have them for a year or two, providing you pay me back 125 then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people needed gold to buy food, so they did as he suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day there was bad news from the kingdom the other side of the sea. Some bad bank managers had lent money to people who wouldn't return it, and everybody started to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the bank manager who had lent our hero 1000 sovereigns appeared and demanded his money back. But our bank manager didn't have it, for he had lent it to other people to buy food with. And so the panic continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the King heard all about the story of the bank manager, and said "I will stop the panic by paying everyone back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the people said "Hurrah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people said "Oh no, this is a problem. Because to get his money back the king will want to sell the bank to somebody else. And this risks the status of the money that the bank still has."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they sent off a form and had their ISA transferred to Intelligent Finance instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually, not quite the end. For, some days after sending off the form for the transfer, the following telephone conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "Hello, you asked me to call you."&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Did we?"&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "Yes. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Ah, so we did. You see, the address IF gave us doesn't match the one we have."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "OK, sorry about that, shall I send you a utility bill to prove I have moved?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "No, we don't take those. What about a copy of your passport?"&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "You do realise that passports don't have addresses on...?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Don't they?"&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "No."&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Oh, well, OK, what about a letter from another bank?"&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "Like the one you have from IF showing my new address?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Yes, just like that one. But a different one."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "But still from IF?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Oh yes, that's fine."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "Right... you do realise it'll have the same address as the letter you already have?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Oh yes, but we need it. And we need you to give us a copy of your passport too."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "But you know who I am - the name's the same in both cases..."&lt;br /&gt;NR: "I know. And we need you to write us a letter."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "A letter?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Yes, one telling us your new address."&lt;br /&gt;Hero: "Like the one you currently have, that sparked this whole thing off?"&lt;br /&gt;NR: "Yes, just like that one. That way we'll know it's you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-180864822063709968?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/180864822063709968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=180864822063709968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/180864822063709968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/180864822063709968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2008/02/northern-rock-ii-saga-continues-and.html' title='Northern Rock II - the saga continues (and ends)'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-4978839484429018430</id><published>2007-09-17T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T11:12:18.013Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Between a Rock and a Hard Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyone else got an ISA with Northern Rock? Anyone else worried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, on the one hand, if I panic like a frightened goose* and take my money out then I lose its tax-free status. And Gorden Brown gets enough of it already, so I'd rather not take this option. Also, this would then mean that I was contributing to the likelihood of the bank going bust, rather than supporting a generally fairly ethical and friendly business who have done exactly what I asked them to do for the last few years now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other, if I panic like a rabbit caught in the headlights on the oncoming 4x4, and do nothing, then I risk losing the lot (minus whatever the government hand back from their contingency fund), and feeling a complete chump, as I could have done something, but didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Loyalty is a fine thing, but when is enough enough? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;UPDATE - The government have announced that, should Northern Rock fail, then they will underwrite 100% of all deposits, rather than the previous system whereby the first £2,000 would be underwritten in full, but only 90% of the next £33,000, and nothing thereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Do geese panic? I don't know. I'm trying for something known to panic by flapping a lot. Any ideas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-4978839484429018430?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/4978839484429018430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=4978839484429018430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/4978839484429018430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/4978839484429018430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/09/between-rock-and-hard-place.html' title='Between a Rock and a Hard Place'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-5687938985949391396</id><published>2007-09-17T14:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:18:56.897Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>The Sun Has Got His Hat On, Hip-Hip-Hip-Hooray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, not here, he hasn't. But he had in Menorca. Which is where we've been over the last week (well, from 31st August to 7th September).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What can I say? It was gorgeous. Beautiful. Wonderful. Sunny. Warm. Laid back. Full of good cheese and cheap wine. What more could you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We stayed in &lt;a href="http://www.ultimateguide-menorca.com/es_castell.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Es Castell&lt;/a&gt;, which is a former British colonial town, built a couple of hundred years ago when Menorca was an important Mediterranean base. You could really see how the Mediterranean influences married with Georgian architecture. It had fantastic views across the harbour to Mahon (Maò in Menorquin), which is a fantastic place to explore - winding streets, good shopping and lots and lots of cafés, all with wonderful views across the bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't recommend it too highly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZoaOelyI/AAAAAAAAABw/P5qzHM1kxrM/s1600-h/IMGP0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191546625955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZoaOelyI/AAAAAAAAABw/P5qzHM1kxrM/s400/IMGP0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ferry leaving Maò&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZoqOelzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pb7AFm2-Uuk/s1600-h/IMGP0457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191550920922930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZoqOelzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/pb7AFm2-Uuk/s400/IMGP0457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;View from living room window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191555215890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6Zo6Oel0I/AAAAAAAAACA/QJYJ6bxVyQE/s400/IMGP0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;View from Maò towards Es Castell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZpqOel1I/AAAAAAAAACI/wTTKxFIGBb8/s1600-h/IMGP0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191568100792146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZpqOel1I/AAAAAAAAACI/wTTKxFIGBb8/s400/IMGP0495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Typical Menorquin boats - Calas Fons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6Zp6Oel2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0WTi0Mz3Vpk/s1600-h/IMGP0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111191572395759458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6Zp6Oel2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/0WTi0Mz3Vpk/s400/IMGP0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Calas Corp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-5687938985949391396?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5687938985949391396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=5687938985949391396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/5687938985949391396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/5687938985949391396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/09/sun-has-got-his-hat-on-hip-hip-hip.html' title='The Sun Has Got His Hat On, Hip-Hip-Hip-Hooray...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Ru6ZoaOelyI/AAAAAAAAABw/P5qzHM1kxrM/s72-c/IMGP0455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-7475438498549038748</id><published>2007-08-20T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:59:05.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>When I Rule the World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I should know better. It's not good for my blood pressure. But I can't stand it any longer. Even more than The Archers, even more than Women's Hour, even more than most of the output of the Guardian, I'm fed up, here and now, with Britain. We are, without doubt, useless. So here is, in a concise and easy to handle list, exactly what's wrong. I'll probably run out of space. But here goes nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iraq.&lt;/strong&gt; Let's get the big one out of the way first. I blush to admit that I believed the lying so-and-sos who told me that Saddam was an immediate threat to the UK, who had not only the means but also the inclination to wreak havoc on our green and pleasant land. Yeah, right. We shouldn't have gone in, but we did. We broke it, so we fix it. And yes, it's a war. That means that the other side are allowed to fire at us too. And no, it's awful when our soldiers die. But they're soldiers. It's in the job description. So let's equip them properly, let's support them properly, and let's do the best we can to mend it. And then let's go, when the Iraqi government are happy for us to do so. But until then, we're stuck there. Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Right, let's offend some more people. Prison sentences. "Life imprisonment, and you should serve at least 12 years" is meaningless. If the crime is sufficiently grave to merit life imprisonment, then that's what you should get. If you should only serve 12 years, that's what you should be imprisoned for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And whilst we're at it, let's lose the X-Boxes etc in the prisons. No, I'm not advocating solitary confinement and 20 lashes for breakfast, but let's not have a situation where prison is more comfortable than home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Double the number of police. Put the extra ones on the beat, rather than behind desks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Antisocial behaviour" is playing music loudly. Beating up strangers in the street because they dare to stand up for themselves is assault. Let's find the kids, and start punishing them accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Lose the insultingly moderate sentences handed out for crimes such as murder, attempted murder, ABH, GBH, rape, muggings, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In exchange, abolish the laws banning smoking in a public place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Abolish the minimum drinking age. Or set it as, say, 12. Is it cool to eat chocolate? Not really. Yes, there'll be carnage for a few years. But it'll get better eventually. Alternatively, if you prefer to keep the legal limit as it currently is, then enforce it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Politics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Climate change. It's happening. Tax the airlines on their fuel like the rest of the country. If and when the European CO2 emissions trading scheme starts working, they join it. Along with every other major business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Research Funding. 65% of the allocated budget should be, well, allocated to specific projects. Cures for cancer, new power sources, medicines. Whatever. The remaining 35% split 60:40 in the sciences and arts for more esoteric research which may have no immediate applications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Scrap the Olympics. Even now. I know it's late but really, £12 billion. Can you think of anything we should spend this money on instead? Oh, I know. Policemen. Schools. Hospitals. Parks. The countryside. Writing off third world debt. Reducing council tax. A giant fireworks show. I don't care. But two weeks worth of people running around a track. Please, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Europe" isn't inherently bad. It's not inherently good either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Move forward or fall behind" is a false assumption. Staying still is the right decision sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Scrap road-pricing. Impose maximum legal emissions limits. If the car manufacturers can't sell their products in the UK, they'll soon change their specifications. And don't confuse congestion with climate change. An electrical car takes up the same amount of road space as a petrol one. And is still polluting (now how do we get that electricity...?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Promote cycling, with financial advantages for those who do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Accept that public transport does not make money. If you want to encourage people away from their cars, make it attractive, rather than bullying. How about free school buses as a start? Subsidised train fares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Reduce the BBC license fee, by abolishing those aspects that are not remotely "public service." Lose BBC Three. Radio 1? How controversial am I? Also allocate a portion of the fee to funding the National Film and Television Archives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Set a minimum &lt;em&gt;and maximum&lt;/em&gt; density for new housing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Try to lose "short term" targets. Trends do not continue for-ever. "Ten years ago [quote statistic] whereas &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt; [more statistics], so in ten years time...". By this argument, in 2020, one in three people will be an Elvis impersonator. Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Create an independent body (in the same way as the Bank of England is) to oversee school exams. Use people from our top universities, further education colleges, independent and state schools, and let's get an exam that ch alleges those who sit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An academic education is not for everyone. It should be available to everyone, but that's not the same thing. We need mechanics, builders, plumbers, and let's be honest: they'll earn more than they would with a 2:2 in media studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To this end, "education" should be compulsory until the age of 18, but this should include apprenticeships, A-levels, NVQs and vocational training courses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hmmm, that's all that occurs to me at the moment. Watch this space...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-7475438498549038748?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/7475438498549038748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=7475438498549038748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7475438498549038748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/7475438498549038748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-i-rule-world.html' title='When I Rule the World...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-3265360266999572430</id><published>2007-08-03T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-03T12:33:50.655Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hats Off to Ann Treneman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's rare that I open a newspaper (well, click on the correct button) without ending up far more depressed than before I did so. It's all so bleak. Death, murders, stabbings, shootings. Outstanding areas of countryside being turned into Tesco supermarkets. Beautiful, architecturally rich buildings being torn down to make way for yet more cheap-to build, expensive-to-buy, nasty and ugly housing. David Beckham. It's just all so &lt;i&gt;bleurgh&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So imagine my surprise to find not something that not only made me smile, but actually made me laugh out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Firstly, if you haven't discovered Ann Treneman, then please do so. Now. She's the political sketch writer for the Times, which, I know, makes her sound about as much fun as spending an afternoon in the company of Alan Sugar. But she's witty, quick, sarcastic and surprisingly entertaining, given that she's essentially writing about a room of aging men and women who are paid to stand up and shout at each other. Well, that's what it looks like, anyway. But &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/guest_contributors/article2187001.ece" target="_blank"&gt;today's post&lt;/a&gt; made me smile more than usual, so I thought I'd flag it up. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-3265360266999572430?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3265360266999572430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=3265360266999572430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3265360266999572430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3265360266999572430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/08/hats-off-to-ann-treneman.html' title='Hats Off to Ann Treneman'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-9154642364282835307</id><published>2007-08-02T08:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-02T08:31:25.708Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Apple and Cinnamon Loaf Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This is the recipe for an apple and cinnamon loaf cake that I made on Saturday. It came out, I have to say, rather well, and definitely didn't last long in the lab! It's adapted from the banana loaf in Nigella Lawson's "How to be a Domestic Goddess," which is probably one of the best baking books around. I like her style of writing and the pictures are good too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Make sure you have the right size baking tin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;100 g sultanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;25 ml rum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;50 ml mulled wine (the kind you buy in a bottle ready to heat up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;175 g plain flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; tsp bicarbonate of soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt; tsp salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;125 g butter, melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;150 g sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3-4 apples (you want 300 g once peeled and cored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 tsp vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1 tsp cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Method&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Put sultanas, rum and wine into a small saucepan. Heat until almost boiling, cover and remove from the heat. Leave for one hour for the sultanas to adsorb the liquid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Chop peeled and cored apple into largish chunks. Place in a saucepan with some water and boil until soft, adding more water if necessary. Once soft, continue to boil until any remaining liquid has evaporated. Using a potato masher (or a fork), mash the apple - you want it somewhat lumpy, not entirely smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mix flour, baking powder, bicarb, cinnamon and salt in a bowl. In a separate (larger) bowl, mix melted butter (you can melt it in the steam from boiling the apples) and sugarand beat until blended. Add the eggs, one at a time, and then the apple, beating after each addition. Then add the sultanas (and any remaining liquid) and the vanilla extract and beat. Add the flour mix, a third at a time, mixing well after each addition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Line (or oil and flour) a &lt;b&gt;23x13x7&lt;/b&gt; cm loaf tin and add the mixture. Place in a preheated oven, 170 &lt;sup&gt;o&lt;/sup&gt;C/gas mark 3 for 1 - 1&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;/&lt;sub&gt;4&lt;/sub&gt; hours. Once cooked, an inserted skewer should come out clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Leave to cool completely before removing from the tin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-9154642364282835307?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/9154642364282835307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=9154642364282835307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/9154642364282835307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/9154642364282835307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/08/apple-and-cinnamon-loaf-cake.html' title='Apple and Cinnamon Loaf Cake'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-8924844802414601890</id><published>2007-08-01T16:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:15:21.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Glasgow Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, back when the sun shone and the land was still above water (ah, those were the days), the missus and I went up to visit Zoe, a friend from Corpus, in the fair city of Glasgow. we had mch fun and were even fortunate with the weather - one day of rain out of six, which I reckon is better than par for Scotland. Hurrah! We did take quite a few photos, but, as they say, all things in moderation, so here are a select few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093777668922917154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Laura and her Tardis" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7zUj3wSI/AAAAAAAAABA/s6aPgDqFwuw/s400/IMGP0339+resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;"It's bigger on the inside..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7zkj3wTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mj4rArWT-go/s1600-h/IMGP0340+resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093777673217884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Laura at the Botanical Gardens, Glasgow" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7zkj3wTI/AAAAAAAAABI/Mj4rArWT-go/s400/IMGP0340+resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glasgow Botanics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7z0j3wUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DLTywgpiv88/s1600-h/IMGP0350+resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093777677512851778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="James in the Trossachs" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7z0j3wUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/DLTywgpiv88/s400/IMGP0350+resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Trossachs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093777677512851794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Loch Katrine, The Trossachs" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7z0j3wVI/AAAAAAAAABY/QzgbNroLNLg/s400/IMGP0355+resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Loch Katrine, The Trossachs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC-UUj3wXI/AAAAAAAAABo/nVAro3NwlY8/s1600-h/IMGP0375+resized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093780434881855858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Inveraray across Loch Fyne" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC-UUj3wXI/AAAAAAAAABo/nVAro3NwlY8/s400/IMGP0375+resized.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;View across Loch Fyne to Inveraray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-8924844802414601890?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8924844802414601890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=8924844802414601890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8924844802414601890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8924844802414601890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/08/glasgow-calling.html' title='Glasgow Calling'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/RrC7zUj3wSI/AAAAAAAAABA/s6aPgDqFwuw/s72-c/IMGP0339+resized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-388588295874328221</id><published>2007-08-01T11:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-01T11:45:24.498Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Helloooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ahem. That is to say, I'm back, everybody. Did you miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watch this space for photos of the other half and me in Glasgow on holiday, random thoughts on the news in general and articles to do with Christianity in particular, and a recipe for an apple and cinnamon loaf cake that was, even if I say it myself, rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I leave you with news that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/south_west/6925054.stm" target="blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's not only me who isn't much good at recognising celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-388588295874328221?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/388588295874328221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=388588295874328221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/388588295874328221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/388588295874328221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/08/helloooo.html' title='Helloooo!'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2710487472204977316</id><published>2007-06-26T11:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:20:11.376Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>The Rights and Wrongs of a Silver Ring Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know if you read the Times, as I do, but even if you don't, you can't have missed the recent uproar in the media regarding the case of Lydia Playfoot. If you do, you may, like me, have read a spiteful article in today's paper by &lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/martin_samuel/article1985626.ece" target="_blank"&gt;Martin Samuel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarise, she has taken her school (soon to be ex-school) to court for refusing to allow her to wear a silver ring as an outward symbol of her decision to refrain from having sex until she is married. The ring is supplied by &lt;a href="http://www.silverringthing.org.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;The Silver Ring Thing&lt;/a&gt; (SRT), who are an evangelical Christian group who aim to promote this behaviour, and, as part of this, members make a declaration of their intention to remain celebate until they marry. Lydia claims her human rights have been breached, and that by refusing her wish to wear this ring, the school is discriminating against Christians. After all, Muslims are allowed to wear head-scarves, and Hindus can wear armbands. The school, on the other hand, are taking the stand that whilst such dress is compulsory for Hindus and Muslims, SRT rings are not compulsory for Christians (although if she choose to wear a crucifix, this would be allowed). As such, the SRT ring is nothing more than jewelry, and has no place in the school uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in my opinion, both parties have some basis for their arguments. The school is unquestionably correct that SRT rings, or indeed rings of any sort, are not commanded for Christians. Lydia has a point that her decision to wear such a ring is inspired by her Christian faith, and that for her it is an outward expression of her inward convictions. For what it's worth, it seems to me that an SRT ring has a similar level of necessity for an evangelical Christian as a cross or crucifix does - in other words it's not commanded, but I suppose that people like to express their faith in such a way. Maybe both should be allowed, or neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this wrangling over what constitutes a necessary part of a Christian's dress is surely jeopardising an essential part of the Christian message - that salvation, necessary to every human being, is possible through, and only through, the blood of Jesus, shed on the Cross. Faith, not works. It's what one believes that matters, not whether or not one wears a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should we conclude? It's unquestionably the case that, in this country, Christians are, increasingly, being stopped from doing things that just a few years ago would have been ignored. It's not hard to imagine a time when I would be breaking the law by writing this article (check out the paragraph above - now, that's not very "inclusive," is it - not as "tolerant" as we like to see here...). This persecution, albeit currently barely noticable compared to that faced by Christians in other parts of the world - China, North Korea, etc etc - is to be expected. God has told us, many, many times that we should expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should Lydia be fighting this case? Or should she accept her school's authority and let it go? I honestly don't know. At some point we have to stand up for our right to worship the God of the Bible, not the God of the people. Liberal Christianity will never be banned, becuase it has no solid position. In the face of opposition it shifts to fit in. Evangelical Christianity almost certainly won't be banned in the near future outright, rather I believe we should expect "salami tactics" - an attack to come one slice at a time. Is this the beginning? I doubt it. Is this one more slice in a process that's already started? Possibly. How should we respond? I honestly don't know. Apart from prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thought, which I offer without any theological basis, is as follows. The media has almost universally condemned Lydia's position. She's been portrayed as a misguided, foolish teenager, a victim of the latest "fad" (though I doubt it's one that will appeal to many non-Christians), a pawn in a game played by her hardly impartial parents (they are Director and secretary of SRT UK). If the world (that world which Christians are called to be &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; but not &lt;i&gt;of&lt;/i&gt;) is so against her, my suspicion is that we should be aligning ourselves in support of her. It's not a gospel issue, so I don't think it should be the be-all and end-all. But should we side with those whom, although light had come to them, rejected it in favour of darkness, because their deeds were evil, or with someone who, possibly unwisely, is taking a stand for her right to worship God in a biblically principled way?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2710487472204977316?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2710487472204977316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2710487472204977316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2710487472204977316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2710487472204977316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/06/rights-and-wrongs-of-silver-ring-thing.html' title='The Rights and Wrongs of a Silver Ring Thing'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2133926013093855083</id><published>2007-06-20T15:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:11:13.827Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>1 Corinthians 5: A Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the text of a sermon that I recently gave at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stokepogesfreechurch.org.uk/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stoke Poges Free Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. I found it harder to prepare than the one I gave on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-timothy-3-sermon.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2 Timothy 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. Comments gratefully recieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much attitudes can change over quite short periods of time. Ten years ago you'd have been hard pressed to hear anyone talking about global warming or climate change. Yet today it's a major concern for everybody from politicians and company CEOs through to members of the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifty years ago, it was almost unheard of to go out in public without wearing a hat, and indeed many people today feel that it's inappropriate to go to church, to a wedding, or to the theatre bare-headed. And, especially relevant this year, it's hard to imagine that just 200 years ago slavery was legal, socially acceptable, and that it would take twenty years for an act of parliament to be passed making the British trade in slaves illegal. It is amazing how attitudes can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some changes are generally recognised as being positive - the vast majority of people rightly feel that slavery is immoral, and no-one would want to repeal the law banning it. But some changes in attitudes aren't so universally recognised as being good. So, whilst there are some arguments in favour of greater freedom of artistic expression, many people are concerned about the seemingly ever-more graphic depictions of sex and violence on television and in film. Similarly, language that would not long ago have rendered a film to be judged suitable for adults only is now heard on daytime television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One major area in which attitudes have changed over the last forty years or so is in the field of sexual ethics. In 1979, 11% of un-married women described themselves as co-habiting - that is, living in a sexual relationship with someone to whom they were not married. In 2002, that number had increased almost threefold to 29%. People actually talk about the "sexual revolution" - the correlation in the 1960s and 70s of the development of reliable forms of contraception and abortion techniques with the changes in attitudes in general, and towards sexual behaviour in particular, following the end of the Second World War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's no doubt that attitudes have changed considerably in the last century. Listen to lyrics from Cole Porter. He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In olden days, a glimpse of stocking&lt;br /&gt;Was looked on as something shocking.&lt;br /&gt;But now, God knows,&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good authors too who once knew better words&lt;br /&gt;Now only use four-letter words&lt;br /&gt;Writing prose.&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes. If it feels good, do it. Cole Porter could have been writing about 1960s Britain. Or equally, he could have been writing about first century Corinth, because it's into this sort of permissive society that we find Paul writing this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just remind ourselves of the background to this letter. Paul's replying to a letter than he's been send from the church in Corinth asking him some fairly complex questions, about food and marriage and idols, and things like this, and in the later chapters of 1 Corinthians he answers them. But he devotes the first few chapters to addressing some problems in the church that have been reported to him, and I think you've been looking at some of these, such as the issue of division in the church, over the last couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we're going to look at chapter 5 of the letter, and we're going to see that Paul is now turning his attention to a new issue in the church – the fact that the church must not tolerate sin in its midst. So as we follow this case through the courtroom, we're going to briefly identify the charge, and then the verdict, before spending most of our time, as Paul does, on our final section, where we're going to look at the sentence. So firstly, the charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Charge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at verse 1. Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It is actually reported that there is a sexual immorality among you, and of a kind that does not occur even among pagans: a man has his father's wife."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation is clear: a man, a member of the Corinthian church, was in an ongoing, acknowledged sexual relationship with his father's wife. In other words, he was sleeping with his stepmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, do note that Paul doesn't suggest in any way that this man was trying to live a faithful, holy life, and that he had fallen into this one sin, that he was remorseful, that he was struck with guilt, that he was prayerfully trying to fight that temptation. Not at all. This was open, flagrant, and unrepentant sin. So: the charge – unrepentant sexual immorality. Now Paul moves on to the verdict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Verdict&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at verse 3. Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Even though I am not physically present, I am with you in spirit. And I have already passed judgement on the one who did this, just as if I was present."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Paul was concerned, the verdict was clear - guilty. There was no need for discussion, or debate; no wrangling over the precise nature of the act and whether a response would be appropriate. God had made it very clear in His Word - which for the Corinthians was the Old Testament - that this sort of behaviour was not acceptable. He'd said it again and again – primarily in Leviticus 18, but it was repeated at several points in the Old Testament books. The Corinthians could not claim they didn't know it was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, not only was it stated in the Old Testament, which the Corinthians seem to have largely ingored, it was even clear to non-Christians. Paul says – verse 1 – that such things &lt;i&gt;"[do] not occur even among Pagans"&lt;/i&gt; – which was saying something! Corinth was renowned for its sexual licentiousness and its many temple and cult prostitutes. In fact, the temple of Venus, who was more-or-less adopted as the city's goddess of choice, employed over 1000 prostitutes, and I'm assured that there was actually a Greek verb "to Corinthianize", which was shorthand for living shamelessly and immorally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, given the fact that even non-Christians would have viewed this man's behaviour as being wrong, we might wonder what the response of the Corinthian church had been. Were they struck with remorse, were they praying for wisdom about how to act? Well, no, they weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at verse 2: Paul says &lt;i&gt;"and you are proud!"&lt;/i&gt; It's not clear whether they're proud despite one of their congregation behaving in this manner, or even whether they're proud because of it. It seems there was an attitude of "we're free now we're Christians - free to do as we please - we're no longer under the law, the old ways have no call on us - and such is our freedom that we can even accommodate a man such as this…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paul has no truck with this type of argument. He says: &lt;i&gt;"Shouldn't you rather been struck with grief and have put out of your fellowship the man who did this?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you will remember the tsunami that struck in the Indian Ocean back in December 2004, devastating large areas of India, Sri Lanka and Indonesia. Few of us can forget the images that were beamed to our televisions sets of just total devastation – of families that had lost everything, parents who'd lost children, husbands who'd lost wives. It's hard to imagine what it must have been like there – seeing everything that you'd worked for gone, ripped apart, utterly destroyed. How must it have felt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suspect that most of us weren't directly affected by that terrible disaster, but most of us know what it feels like to lose someone. I guess for some of us here that feeling is all too real at the moment. And it doesn't matter whether it's been expected for some time, or whether it's a complete shock, death is still a terrible thing to cope with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word Paul uses which the NIV translates as grief is penthein in the original Greek, and it's the word used to describe the feelings associated with mourning the dead. Paul is saying that the Corinthian church's attitude to witnessing this sin in their midst shouldn't be to tut and raise their eyebrows, or to turn a blind, if somewhat disapproving eye to it – it definitely shouldn't be pride – they should be devastated, they should be inconsolable that such a thing should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly the Corinthian Christians had not understood how they should have responded – they hadn't understood the seriousness of their toleration of sin in their church. Far from being grief-stricken, they were proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So: the charge, sexual immorality. The verdict: guilty. And so Paul now moves on to the sentence, and it's on this section that we're going to spend the rest of our time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sentence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining verses of the chapter deals with both the nature of the sentence, and the necessity of the sentence, and the two threads run together through the verses. And we're going to see that the sentence Paul sets out, the prescription for this spiritual disease, is for the church to act to discipline their member. So we'll look first at how the Corinthian church was to respond, and we'll learn something about the nature of church discipline. Then we'll look at why it was so vital for the church to act in this way, and we'll learn about the necessity of church discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the nature of church discipline. Look back at verses 2-5. Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Shouldn't you rather been struck with grief and have put out of your fellowship the man who did this? Even though I am not physically present, I am with you in spirit. And I have already passed judgement on the one who did this, just as if I was present. When you are assembled in the name of our Lord Jesus and I am with you in spirit, and the power of our Lord Jesus is present, hand this man over to Satan, so that the sinful nature may be destroyed and his spirit saved on the day of the Lord."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has already made clear that the Corinthians don't require him to be physically present with them to judge the case. They have all the authority they need in God's word – the Old Testament. In any case, Paul says that effectively he is with them, in spirit. Paul instructs the church to meet together, and when they are assembled in the name of the Lord Jesus, and consequently with Paul in spirit, they are to &lt;i&gt;"hand this man over to Satan."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to us this sounds highly intolerant, and I'm sure it sounded just as controversial to the Corinthians. But what does Paul mean by this? Well, the world, the world which Christians are called to live in but set apart from, was viewed as Satan's realm, as belonging to Satan. So when Paul says that they are &lt;i&gt;"to hand this man over to Satan,"&lt;/i&gt; he's referring to excluding the man from the church community, and, effectively, handing him back to the world. In the words of verse 2, they are to put out of their fellowship the man who did this. Action must be taken, and in this case, the only action to take is the excommunication of this man, the breaking off of their communion with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was this exclusion to achieve? What was its purpose? Well, to answer that, let's look now at the necessity of the sentence, and we'll see that Paul says that the church had to act as he prescribed for two reasons – for the good of the individual and for the good of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look back at verse 5 again. Paul writes that they are to &lt;i&gt;"hand this man over to Satan so that the sinful nature might be destroyed and his spirit saved on the day of the Lord."&lt;/i&gt; Far from being a vindictive act of revenge, Paul explains that the purpose of excluding the man from the church was that ultimately he might be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when Paul talks about the destruction of the sinful nature he's not talking about waiting until the man's death, at which point the body might die and set the spirit free – quite the opposite, in fact. Paul's point is that as a result of being excluded from the church, the man might recognise his sin and repent of it – in other words putting to death the sinful nature – and might therefore be counted amongst the saved on the day of judgement. One commentator puts it like this: "the purpose of exercising this discipline was not solely to punish, but rather to awaken." The longing would be that the man, after repenting of his sin, might be readmitted to the church, but in the absence of this happening, he couldn't be a part of the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it was necessary for the church to exercise discipline for the good of the individual, it was also necessary, even more so, for the good of the church community itself. But why was this? Why was it essential for the church's well-being, that they acted in this way? Even if their actions might bring about the man's salvation, why was it essential to exclude him from their fellowship? Well, Paul goes on to explain in verses 6-8 why the church cannot tolerate sin in it's midst – irrespective of the exact nature of the sin, sexual or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Your boasting is not good. Don't you know that a little yeast works through the whole batch of dough? Get rid of the old yeast that you may be a new batch without yeast – as you really are. For Christ, our Passover lamb, has been sacrificed. Therefore, let us keep the Festival, not with the old yeast, the yeast of malice and wickedness, but with bread without yeast, the bread of sincerity and truth."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul compares the toleration of sin in the church with yeast in baking. In the same way that a little bit of yeast is enough to work its way through a whole batch of dough, Paul says that just a little sin can work it's way through a church fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love murder mysteries, don't we? I wonder which your favourite is. Coming from Oxford, I always enjoy Morse – it's fun recognising places I pass regularly. Maybe you prefer Midsomer Murders – although to be honest it's amazing that there's anyone actually left in Midsomer by now. Other people prefer Agatha Christie stories – maybe you like the fastidiousness of Poirot, or maybe you prefer the brilliance of Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. Well, whichever you prefer, I'll place a small bet that at some point, a character has been bumped off by the villain by the time honoured method of dropping a small amount of white powder into their drink. It normally fizzes, so it must be poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about poison, is that you really don't need very much of it to kill someone. If this sugar lump was made of cyanide (it's not, so don't worry!) it'd be enough to finish off at least six of us. And cyanide is, by poison standards, pretty pathetic. Well, Paul would say that to a church, the toleration of sin is like poison. It's fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Paul doesn't finish there. Not only is tolerating sin dangerous for a church, it's also completely inappropriate. Paul continues with his illustration of yeast and bread, and moves onto a related illustration, that of the Jewish Passover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're familiar with the story, although we don't have time to go into it in detail. It's described in the book of Exodus. Briefly, the Israelites were in slavery in Egypt under Pharaoh, who refused to let them go free. So God sent plagues amongst the Egyptians to demonstrate his power, and to persuade Pharaoh to let the Israelites go. And these plagues built up, culminating in God's decree that every firstborn child would die. But, in His mercy, God provided a way for the Israelites to be spared: they were to take a lamb, to kill it, and to daub the blood on the doors of their homes, and where there was blood, their children would be spared: the lamb would die for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it worked. Pharaoh let the Israelites go free, although he soon changed his mind, and from that time on, the Israelites celebrated their release from slavery, and God's provision of a sacrifice to die for them, in their place, at the time of Passover. And one of the ways in which they celebrated it was to eat bread made without any yeast – in fact they were to remove all yeast from their houses completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul's point is this. In the same way that a lamb had had to die for the Israelites, Christ had already died for the Corinthians – he was their Passover lamb. They weren't to celebrate Passover to commemorate God's freeing of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt, far more they were to celebrate Christ's death for them, freeing them from slavery to sin, and meaning that they could be right with God. And Paul says that in the same way that it would have been completely inappropriate for the Jews to celebrate Passover with bread with yeast in it, it was completely inappropriate for the church to celebrate Christ's death, the new Passover (that's the Festival mentioned in verse 8), with the yeast of sin – verse 8 – present amongst them. They were to be like bread without yeast – bread of sincerity and truth, bread suitable for the celebration of Christ's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, how does one apply teaching like this? More particularly, how were the Corinthian Christians to apply this teaching? Well, Paul elaborates in verses 9 to 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I have written to you not to associate with sexually immoral people – not at all meaning the people of this world who are immoral, or the greedy and swindlers, or idolaters. In that case you would have to leave this world. But now I am writing to you that you must not associate with anyone who calls himself a brother but is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler. With such a man do not even eat."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul has written to the Corinthians in the past, and although we don't have this letter, we can see that he has discussed how the church was to behave in regard to sexual immorality. Paul had told them "not to associate with sexually immoral people". Well, it seems that some in the Corinthian church had misunderstood what he meant, and had thought that Paul was saying that they shouldn't associate with any sexually immoral people, inside or outside the church. Given the sort of society that Corinth was, that essentially meant living in a Christian bubble, and not associating with pretty much anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul makes it clear that this is not what he had in mind. Look back at the passage: Paul says that he wrote to them not to associate with sexually immoral people, &lt;i&gt;"not at all meaning the people of this world who are immoral, or the greedy and swindlers, or idolaters."&lt;/i&gt; In fact, says Paul, to do that you'd have to somehow leave this world! What Paul meant, and what he makes clear here, is that the Corinthians are not to associate with &lt;i&gt;"anyone who calls himself a brother" – the word in Greek is adelphos and includes both men and women – "but [who] is sexually immoral or greedy, an idolater or a slanderer, a drunkard or a swindler."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's important to realise that Paul isn't saying that only perfect people can be in the church. Remember back in chapter one, that Paul wrote saying that he gave thanks to God for the people in the Corinthian church. And yet, if we look at chapter 6 verses 9-11 – do cast your eyes across the page to it – we learn that some in the church had led lives that were far from perfect. Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters nor adulterers nor male prostitutes nor homosexual offenders nor thieves nor the greedy nor drunkards nor slanderers nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And that is what some of you were. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified by the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul’s point is this. No-one in the Corinthian church was perfect, and some had a background that, even by the secular standards of the day, was openly sinful. And yet, by accepting the Lord Jesus Christ into their lives, and repenting of their sin, as commanded by Jesus, they could be washed by the Holy Spirit and justified – that is, made righteous – and sanctified set apart as holy. Perfection was not the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who is Paul talking about? Well, he’s referring to brothers (and sisters) who described themselves as Christians and claimed to be so, but who were living lives that denied the Gospel. Paul says that the Corinthians are to have no association with those who were openly, continuingly, and unrepentantly living in a way that was against the teachings of God. And this hard teaching continues in verses 12 and 13. Paul writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“What business is it of mine to judge those outside the church? Are you not to judge those inside? God will judge those outside. ‘Expel the wicked man from among you’”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul makes it clear that the Corinthians are not called upon to cast judgement on those outside the church – God will judge those on the last day. But rather, the Corinthians are absolutely called, and charged to judge those inside the church. And, in the case where there is open, flagrant, unrepentant sin, action must be taken. And, if all else fails, Paul says, quoting from Deuteronomy, the wicked man must be expelled from the church community – not just, as we’ve already seen, that he might be brought to recognise his own sin, and repent of it, but also to protect the fellowship of the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are tough words, and they’re highly counter-cultural to us in 21st century Britain. But it’s important that we think about how we can apply them to our own situation, because they’re God’s words to us here today, here in Stokes Poges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, there is a clear application for those of us in some form of church leadership. Paul is saying that, in the face of unrepentant sinful behaviour, the church is called to act in judgement. Paul makes it clear that action must be taken both for the good of the individual and the good of the church. And in the last resort, this action might culminate in having to exclude the member from taking part in some or all church activities. This isn't the first step: indeed Paul writes in elsewhere that one should "warn a divisive person once, and then warn him a second time. After that, have nothing to do with him." And he makes it clear that the attitude that should be taken is one of gentleness, treating him not as an enemy, but as a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul also makes it clear that it's not the case that only sexual sins require this sort of action. Far from it: Paul expands his list to include immorality, greed, dishonesty, idolatry. And I'm sure that we could add to this list. So, for example, there are many in the worldwide and national church whose teaching directly contradicts Biblical truths. This is sinful, and it will damage both the individual and clearly the church community, if it remains unchecked. And so it is up to the church leadership to be guarding against such teaching, and exercising discipline should it appear in the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's just one example amongst many. But I guess that there're many here today who aren't involved directly in any form of leadership – so how should we apply this teaching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly, surely we should be praying for our leaders: praying that they might rest under the authority of the Scriptures; praying that they might act wisely when they exercise discipline; praying that they might act boldly, however unpopular or controversial their actions might be, praying that they might act and speak in gentleness, and love. We should be supporting our leaders at times when these sorts of issues raise their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we should be holding each other accountable. Now, I suspect that the particular issue Paul addresses here is not a live one in Stokes Poges, but equally I suspect that most of us found that list in verse 11 hit a little closer to home. We need to ask ourselves if we're falling into the trap of tolerating sin in our own lives? We might not think of ourselves as being idolaters, but have we stopped to ask ourselves what our little gods are that we live for from day to day? Are we living to provide for our families, or to be able to afford that holiday, or that new house, or that car. All good things, but not if they take the place of the one true God. We might not think of ourselves as being slanderers, but do we enjoy taking part in that juicy gossip in the office, or in the school playground? I suspect that all of us could think of a list of things that we do, that we know, hand on heart, to be sinful, and yet actually we're quite happy with, and don't even try to fight. I'm sure that exactly what they are will vary for each of us, but the point is that when we belittle our sins, or even dismiss them as not being sinful at all, we're belittling Christ's sacrifice for us. We're saying "Jesus, actually you didn't need to die for me, because my sins are so small, they're barely sinful – I don’t need your forgiveness." Are we dismissing Jesus in our lives? Are we celebrating His death at the same time as flaunting our dismissal of it? We must not tolerate sin in our lives. So let's help each other to fight the sins we know we commit: let's hold each other accountable. Why not get together with someone you know, someone you trust, and say to them, "I know I need to stop doing this. I know I need to change my behaviour. Will you help me, will you pray with me, will you challenge me?" We must rid ourselves of our toleration of sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2133926013093855083?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2133926013093855083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2133926013093855083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2133926013093855083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2133926013093855083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-corinthians-5-sermon.html' title='1 Corinthians 5: A Sermon'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-8560384728534646372</id><published>2007-06-20T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-20T15:57:53.564Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having been away for a while now, and greatly enjoyed it too (well, the holiday part of it anyway), I'm back! Expect more posts (possibly), some photos (eventually) and the odd enlightening thought (unlikely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the ball rolling, as it were, have you come across the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsbiscuit.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Newsbiscuit.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;? It's great. And I just loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsbiscuit.com/article/badgers-to-be-sent-to-iraq-134" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; story (I think it's the photoshop job that does it for me...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Have fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-8560384728534646372?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8560384728534646372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=8560384728534646372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8560384728534646372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8560384728534646372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2243355939215882031</id><published>2007-05-07T14:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-07T14:35:22.332Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>*evil laugh* Mwahaaaaaaa *cough*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mwahaaahaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why bother with a degree - it's now 100% official!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rj84au5oftI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5DYJTuVo5Ak/s1600-h/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061826538105241298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rj84au5oftI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5DYJTuVo5Ak/s320/stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To take the test, click &lt;a href="http://www.stupidtester.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2243355939215882031?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2243355939215882031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2243355939215882031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2243355939215882031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2243355939215882031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/05/evil-laugh-mwahaaaaaaa-cough.html' title='*evil laugh* Mwahaaaaaaa *cough*'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rj84au5oftI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5DYJTuVo5Ak/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-8586727534878026716</id><published>2007-05-04T08:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-04T09:19:54.819Z</updated><title type='text'>What kind of coffee are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Classic simplicity - refined - mmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rjr4ru5ofrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t4Ca-axiTp0/s1600-h/capp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060630561511997106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rjr4ru5ofrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t4Ca-axiTp0/s320/capp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What kind of coffee are you? Find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/Medox/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Coffee%20are%20You%3F/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it sad that the spelling mistake annoys me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-8586727534878026716?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/8586727534878026716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=8586727534878026716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8586727534878026716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/8586727534878026716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-kind-of-coffee-are-you.html' title='What kind of coffee are you?'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rjr4ru5ofrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/t4Ca-axiTp0/s72-c/capp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-3385491293914215763</id><published>2007-03-22T18:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:03:13.559Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>Lamb Shanks in a Red Wine, Rosemary and Mint Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the first recipe that I've posted. I'm a great fan of trying new recipes and, where necessary, making them up from first principles. This is a recipe I tried a couple of weeks ago - we decided to treat ourselves to lamb, and thought that we'd try the shank. The recipe book we have suggested a sort of tomato ragout to go with it, but I decided instead to try a traditional restaurant classic, the red wine, rosemary and mint sauce. It turned out fantastically; really really rich and tasty, and would be a fantastic sauce to make as a gravy if you prefered chops. I have to say, though, the natural fat in the shank makes it an ideal cut, plus it looks really impressive! The sauce made the right amount to casserole two shanks; if you're doing more you may choose to use larger quantities to enable the shanks to remain covered with sauce whilst cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lamb shank per person&lt;br /&gt;1 onion&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;250 ml beef stock (made with, for example, Bovril)&lt;br /&gt;150 ml red wine&lt;br /&gt;6 tsp mint sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp dried rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp mixed herbs&lt;br /&gt;2 bay leaves&lt;br /&gt;250 g passata (sieved tomatoes, you can buy them in most supermarkets)&lt;br /&gt;Worcester sauce&lt;br /&gt;Salt and pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown the lamb shanks in a frying pan over a moderate heat for around 20 minutes. Place them on one side whilst cooking the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin and finely chop the onion; skin and crush the garlic. Fry over a low heat until soft. Add the stock and the wine, and simmer for a couple of minutes. Add the mint sauce, rosemary, mixed herbs, bay leaves, and passata, and cook fairly hard, stirring reguarly, until the sauce is reduced. Add worcester sauce, salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the lamb shanks in a casserole. Pour over the sauce. Don't worry if part of the shank is uncovered, however in this case turn the shanks over every 20-30 minutes during cooking. Cook on a moderate heat for three hours. If necessary, reduce the sauce further post cooking to the consistency you desire; it should, however, be fine as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sauce contains 7 syns on original or green Slimming World eating plans]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-3385491293914215763?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3385491293914215763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=3385491293914215763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3385491293914215763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3385491293914215763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/03/lamb-shanks-in-red-wine-rosemary-and_22.html' title='Lamb Shanks in a Red Wine, Rosemary and Mint Sauce'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-2672032206672395139</id><published>2007-03-16T13:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:13:25.109Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>House of Lords 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Web 2.0 is, apparently, defined thus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the business revolution in the computer industry caused by the move to the internet as platform, and an attempt to understand the rules for success on that new platform. Chief among those rules is this: Build applications that harness network effects to get better the more people use them."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;In other words, it's all about user generated content, and probably the best known example is &lt;a href="http://www.wikipedia.com" target="_blank"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, where users can create and edit online articles about pretty much anything. But its influence is spread around the interweb, from reviews of books at Amazon through to the video sharing monstrosity that is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com" target="_blank"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And it's put forward as the future; which, indeed, it may well be. And that's fine, and possibly dandy, and we can all enjoy watching timeless classics such as "My Cat Falling Off the Table," starring Tiddles and directed by Mike from Lewisham. Wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;And providing I'm not made to watch it, I have no problems with this. We'll leave to one side the questions of legality, copyright infringement and censorship for another post. In general, I'm ambivalent. The web is all but infinite in size and hosts content from all manner of individuals and organisations. If you want to post your thoughts online (as indeed I do here), why, be my guest. Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The problem comes in with the question of authority. In particular, what authority does information presented as fact have when the author of that information is unaffiliated with any particular source? Do you want to trust - &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; you trust - what Bob from Slough says about a film, a book, the debate on fox hunting, Trident, or indeed any other topic that is outside his immediate expertise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now I have no problems with people having opinions. I have them myself, from time to time. But I strongly hold that policy should not be made by people who know nothing more of the issue than what is presented in the media. It's why phone-ins drive me mad. It's why I snarl at the radio when I hear the phrase "why not let us know what you think about this. Our message boards are now open," or "text us your views on 80116." I'd far rather listen to informed experts offering their opinions and, that way, I can make my own. For a different example, it's why I'd rather read what the Bible has to say on something than to consider what Joe thinks about what he percieves as being the general Christian attitude to something. It's a problem, also, (albeit not the main one) with liberalism in the church. If authority comes from man, why should we listen? After all, I disagree, and I'm at least as qualified to speak about this as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Which all brings me, in a round-about sort of a way, to the proposed-come-underway reform of the House of Lords. The Commons were recently asked to vote on a number of options, from 100% appointed members through to 100% elected. The rationale, it seems, is that for the house to have "credibility" with the public, the public must have a say in its composition. But this misses the point. The only possible advantage of having a second chamber in the first place is that it offers a place where bills proposed by government can be examined in greater, largely non-partisan detail. Hitherto unforseen ramifications can be identified, inconsistencies with present laws spotted, and amendments which, in general, improve matters imposed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By what authority do the Lords do this? Because firstly they have no major political axe to grind. The majority of Lords are unpaid and cross-bench. They do not aspire to higher political office - they will never be PM or on the front bench. All of which means that, if they believe something to be a bad idea, they tend to say so. Secondly, the house tends to be able to call on true experts in the field of discussion. GM? Let's call on a scientist. Asylum? Let's call on a lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The notion of having elected peers will largely lose the first advantage. To be elected most nominees will have to be affiliated with one of the major parties. The Lords will attract career politicians rather than interested and informed observers. The expertise gained by appointment will be sacrificed for the "accountability" of public election and enhanced scrutiny. The Lords will become, in all but name, an inferior Commons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;We may as well go the whole hog and settle all debate by text vote (possibly at a premium rate. We can always make the decisions first, and just take votes for profits. After all, if it's good enough for Blue Peter...). Maybe we could call it Lords 2.0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'd love to know your thoughts. Text them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-2672032206672395139?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/2672032206672395139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=2672032206672395139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2672032206672395139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/2672032206672395139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/03/house-of-lords-20.html' title='House of Lords 2.0'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-940120742829190783</id><published>2007-02-23T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:14:23.548Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Lent: Why all the fuss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've discovered the website of the &lt;a href="http://www.cofe.anglican.org" target="_balnk"&gt;Church of England&lt;/a&gt; this week. I was wondering what I would discover in the news section - in particular I was curious as to whether recent media reports describing proposed reunificaion of the Church of England and the Roman Catholic church were quite as I'd made out. However, when I got to the news section, my eye was drawn to the story entitled "Your first action for Lent: Make someone laugh." I'd heard about this also (for I am an avid Radio 4 Today programme junky) so I thought I'd give it a glance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I'm old-skool. I don't really go in for the whole "let's wave our hands in the air thing" (I kind of object to the sentiment, but am reminded of the question posed in Adrian Plass' &lt;i&gt;An Alien at St Wilfred's&lt;/i&gt; "why are those christians surrendering to God?"). But I have to confess: an eyebrow was raised when I read about "a range of other initiatives designed to raise a smile [including] a training course for vicars in stand-up-style performance skills." Will, I ask myself, we see our dear Vaughan sitting on a bar stool at the front of &lt;a href="http://www.stebbes.org.uk" target="_blank"&gt;Ebbes&lt;/a&gt;, pint (of something non-alcoholic, no doubt) in hand, givin' it large? "There was this vicar, right, and..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel it's unlikely. But does this, in fact, have anything to do with Lent? A trip to &lt;a href="http://www.livelent.net" target="_blank"&gt; livelent.net&lt;/a&gt; suggests not. By all means, let's be nice to each other - and if you feel like leaving money in a shopping trolley, letting a car out in the queue in front of you, or whatever, then do so. Maybe this comes under "love your neighbour as yourself." But, surely, Lent is so much more than this - it's a chance to consider Jesus as he faced and overcame the greatest and most human temptations over a course of 40 days; evidence of His divinity in His humanity. Let's not reduce it to a time of giving up chocolate and being nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-940120742829190783?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/940120742829190783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=940120742829190783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/940120742829190783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/940120742829190783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/02/lent-why-all-fuss.html' title='Lent: Why all the fuss?'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-5474365214039573096</id><published>2007-02-22T16:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:07:10.964Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>William Wilberforce on "In Our Time"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd3J0Z8Sx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2dP2ZwO4eJY/s1600-h/wilberforce.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034401860624238578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd3J0Z8Sx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2dP2ZwO4eJY/s320/wilberforce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Did you manage to catch &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/history/inourtime/index.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;"In Our Time"&lt;/a&gt; on BBC Radio 4 this morning? If not, you missed a treat. I knew nothing about him, but hearing the story of William Wilberforce was inspirational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Wilberforce was born in Hull in 1759. He attended St John's College, Cambridge where, basically, he partied hard, and left with a degree without honours. Becoming a politician aged 21, he experienced anew his semi-forgotten religious conviction, joined the Clapham Sect (a leading evangelical Anglican group) and was influenced by a number of people including Thomas Clarkson who encouraged him to take up a "mission" in life, and that of the abolition of the laws in England legalising the slave trade eventually became his overriding passion. It took him two decades in the face of stiff opposition from those who made their fortunes from the slave trade, but eventually an act of parliament was passed prohibiting the slave trade.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's hard to belive that many politicians of this age would stand firm in the face of such opposition to support a largely unpopular cause over 20 years. But wouldn't it be great if they did. Let's not allow the truth the be glossed over, either: what Wilberforce did was right, and maybe would have eventually occurred witout his input, but his motivation and the source of his conviction was unquestionably his Christian faith. He was a man who didn't only listen, but also acted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* Source - mainly from the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/history/historic_figures/wilberforce_william.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-5474365214039573096?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/5474365214039573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=5474365214039573096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/5474365214039573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/5474365214039573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/02/william-wilberforce-on-in-our-time.html' title='William Wilberforce on &quot;In Our Time&quot;'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd3J0Z8Sx_I/AAAAAAAAAAY/2dP2ZwO4eJY/s72-c/wilberforce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-3403706488275335896</id><published>2007-02-22T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:07:21.338Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford'/><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd2yYZ8Sx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ShRRUtltSQ/s1600-h/View+from+study.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034376090820462562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd2yYZ8Sx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ShRRUtltSQ/s320/View+from+study.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Slightly belated, but doesn't the snow make everything look fantastic! Check out the view from our study window (and yes, we did make the snowman. Before going to work. At 8 am. That's what I call dedication).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oxford's beautiful in the snow, but it's amazing how it slows one down. I seem unable to walk down the road without stopping to build mini-snowmen (all of whom had melted by the time I returned home from work). And it brings out the child in all of us - well, in me anyway. There's something peculiarly satisfying about being the first person to leave footprints in the pristine whiteness. It's a human thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I think I'm done on being profound for the moment. Have fun, all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-3403706488275335896?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/3403706488275335896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=3403706488275335896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3403706488275335896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/3403706488275335896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvOXPH_VyDE/Rd2yYZ8Sx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3ShRRUtltSQ/s72-c/View+from+study.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-546787327611326118</id><published>2007-02-21T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:07:39.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>2 Timothy 3: A Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I gave this sermon at Stokes Poges Free Church last year, and thought I'd reproduce the text here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Lord's Servant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wonder if you’ve been watching the new Dr Who TV series that’s been on recently? I have, and one of the things that’ve struck me is how great it’d be to have my own Tardis. Wouldn’t that be great? Dr Who’s Tardis, for those of you who don’t know, looks like one of the old Police boxes - a bit like a blue phone box. And there’re a couple of things that are remarkable about it. Firstly it’s far, far larger on the inside than it is on the outside – which would be handy – and secondly, and to my mind more importantly, it’s able to travel in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t you just love to be able to travel in time? I would. I wonder where – or when – you’d chose to go? Maybe you’d like to go into the future, and find out how England are going to do in the World Cup. Will we be there, lifting the trophy high in the air – or will our game against Sweden mark the beginning of the end? Well, I’ll leave it to you to decide which of these is more likely. But maybe you’d prefer to go back in time – to that day when you got the results from those exams, and found you’d got just the grades you were hoping for. Or maybe you’re married, and you’d like to go back to your wedding day, and relive the moment when the doors open and your bride walks down the aisle. Doesn’t she look beautiful – and wouldn’t you love to be able to live it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’d rather go back further – perhaps to the 17th century, and be able to go down to Portsmouth and see all the tall ships – the time when England really did rule the waves. Or maybe back even further, to the time of the Roman Empire, to the 1st century. Wouldn’t it be great – to see all the buildings in their splendour, and to hear the people speaking Latin? You might be able to find the Apostle Paul – and wouldn’t that be amazing? Wouldn’t it be awesome to be able to ask him for his message to the church here, in the 21st century, here in Britain, here in Stoke Poges – and to be able to hear his answer in his own words, spoken directly to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the remarkable truth is that, as we read this passage, we can hear Paul’s answer, in his own words. As we read this letter to Timothy, we can look over his shoulders, and learn exactly what Paul’s message was to him, and what his message would be to us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before we look at today’s passage in detail, it’d be good to note the background to this letter. Paul’s in prison, having been arrested in a wave of anti-Christian persecution, probably under the reign of the emperor Nero. And it seems that he’s going to die a prisoner. Since Paul became a Christian – it’s described in the book of Acts – he’s travelled around the Mediterranean, teaching the Gospel and setting up churches. And he’s desperately concerned that when he dies, the churches won’t. So, in this letter, he writes to Timothy, charging him to take over the leadership of the churches in his place. And so as we read of Paul’s concern for Timothy and the churches then, we can learn what his concern would be for the church now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can sum up Paul’s concern for Timothy in a couple of words from the end of chapter 2 of this letter, verse 24 – the Lord’s Servant. Paul writes that Timothy should live as the Lord’s servant. Well, “how should Timothy do that?” is the obvious question, and in chapter 3 Paul explains just how he should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going to look at chapter 3 under two headings – “&lt;strong&gt;Live as the Lord’s servant facing people’s opposition&lt;/strong&gt;” – verses 1-9, and “&lt;strong&gt;Live as the Lord’s servant following Paul’s example&lt;/strong&gt;”, verses 10-17. Facing people’s opposition, and following Paul’s example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll start with &lt;strong&gt;facing people’s opposition&lt;/strong&gt;. I wonder what you imagine the 1st century would have been like? Well, of course, in many ways it would have been very different from today – no mobile phones, no cars, the buildings would be different. But I think the people would be very familiar. Paul writes in verse 1 “&lt;em&gt;But mark this: there will be terrible times in the last days&lt;/em&gt;.” What does he mean by “&lt;em&gt;the last days&lt;/em&gt;?” Well, don’t turn to it, but in Hebrews 1 the writer explains that “&lt;em&gt;in the past God spoke to us through our forefathers, through the prophets at various times and in various ways&lt;/em&gt;”. In other words, that’s the time of the Old Testament. He continues “&lt;em&gt;but in these last days he has spoken to us by his Son…&lt;/em&gt;” The last days are the New Testament period: the time after Jesus has come, died, risen from the dead and then ascended into heaven, but before he comes again at the final day of judgement. We’re living in the last days. And so was Paul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what Paul says characterises the last days – verses 2-5:&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God – having a form of Godliness but denying its power.&lt;/em&gt;” Sound familiar? Paul wrote this letter 2000 years ago. He could have been writing about today, couldn’t he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a terrible list, isn’t it? Because it’s a description of what opposition to Christ looks like. Primarily, it’s caused by misdirection – misdirection of our love, towards ourselves, rather than towards God. Putting other things in God’s place – that’s what the Bible calls sin. And it’s not restricted to people who deny Christ completely – did you notice that, in verse 5? It also applies to people who “&lt;em&gt;have a form of godliness but deny its power&lt;/em&gt;.” In other words, to some people who would call themselves Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it’s not clear exactly who Paul’s talking about here. It seems that when Paul was writing there were people who were taking every opportunity to sell people what they were calling Christianity, but what was very different to the Christianity of the Bible, and of Paul. We see that their methods are suspect. Instead of presenting their message in a reasoned manner, they “&lt;em&gt;worm their way into homes&lt;/em&gt;” – verse 6 – where they target the vulnerable. Here, it seems they’re focussing particularly on women, probably on those who were very new Christians, or who were interested in Christianity, and looking for the answers. And sadly, their attitude is one that’s not unfamiliar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are their tactics wrong, but so is their content. Far from preaching the Gospel, they’re opposing its very message. Paul draws a parallel with an episode from Israel’s history, described in the book of Exodus. Israel – God’s chosen people – were being held as slaves in Egypt. So God told Moses to go to Pharaoh, and demand the Israelites’ release, and He also performed miracles through Moses to demonstrate his power. But Pharaoh summoned his magicians, according to Jewish tradition known as Jannes and Jambres, to oppose Moses and, in so doing, to belittle God. And Paul says that in the same way as they opposed God all those years ago, these people who “&lt;em&gt;have a form of godliness but deny its power&lt;/em&gt;” oppose God today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s a grim picture. Paul advises Timothy to have nothing to do with them, but how should Timothy recognise who they are? Well, Paul gives him some words of encouragement. “Don’t worry,” he says, “they won’t get very far. Their folly will be clear to everyone.”  Don’t worry, he says, they’ll be obvious, they’ll be easy to spot. They’ll be the ones opposing God, those leading their followers away from God, rather than guiding them towards Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s a matter of supreme importance that Timothy knows how to spot these false teachers. As the leader of a young church it’s vital he makes sure that the teaching the people are getting is centred on Christ. But I think it’s a matter for all of us today. For example, you may be aware that there’s deep controversy within the Anglican communion at the moment, between those who believe that the Bible is the word of God, and as such has authority, and those who don’t believe this, and think that, on certain matters, the Bible is wrong. It is that simple. And Paul has a clear message to us today, for all Christians, whether or not we’re members of the Anglican church. Are our leaders pointing us towards Christ? Are they teaching the Bible? Or are they opposing God, and leading people astray? Surely we should be praying for our leaders – praying that they would be teaching faithfully, that God would inspire them to understand His word and to pass it on helpfully, praying that they would always be pointing towards Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a message for those of us who have some form of leadership. Do you lead a small group, a bible study? Are you involved in youth work? Are you a parent? Do you mentor a younger Christian? You have, to some degree, a leadership role. And Paul’s message is, if anything, even more essential for us.  We must make absolutely certain that we’re not, even unwittingly, one of the people Paul is describing. We must make sure we’re loving God, not ourselves, or pleasure, or money, that we’re not being boastful, proud, or unholy, and that we’re not denying God’s power by opposing Him, but instead acknowledging the truth of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like a mammoth task, doesn’t it – it sounds nearly impossible. And I’m sure it sounded equally difficult to Timothy. But Paul continues his letter with some practical advice. How do you distinguish yourself from those false teachers, Timothy? By following my example. And that’s the heading we’re going to take as we look at verses 10-17. &lt;strong&gt;Live as the Lord’s servant following Paul’s example&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture’s worth a thousand words. No matter how carefully we try to describe something, no matter how much detail we go into, it’s never quite as good as actually seeing it. So, for example, I could describe my sister to you. I could tell you that she’s 18, that she’s quite tall and very slim, that she’s got long, dark brown wavy hair. I could tell you the colour of her eyes, and describe the type of clothes that she wears. But if I asked you to draw a picture of her, I can guarantee it’d be quite different to the photograph that I’ve got of her – it wouldn’t be anywhere near such a good likeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it’s true for pictures, it’s just as true for actions. I work in a chemistry lab, and I’m quite often asked how to do something, maybe a particular type of experiment. And I usually start by trying to describe what to do – you take this piece of equipment, and you do this to it. But invariably, it’s far quicker, far easier and far clearer if I take the person who’s asked me and show them how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is much the same situation as we find here. Remember why Paul’s writing. He’s described a grave problem – a problem in society in general, and within the Christian church in particular. He’s described how people are teaching in a manner that opposes God, and he’s told Timothy, the one he’s chosen to lead the church in his place, to have nothing to do with them – nothing to do with their message, and nothing to do with their methods. And we can almost hear Timothy replying to Paul “That’s fine, but on a practical level, what should my leadership look like?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Paul could have written a long list of instructions and advice to Timothy, going into great detail, and describing what every aspect of his life should look like. But he doesn’t, and instead he gives Timothy an example – the example of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what Paul writes in verses 10 and 11. “&lt;em&gt;You, however, know all about my teaching, my way of life, my purpose, faith, patience, love, endurance, persecutions, sufferings – what kinds of things happened to me in Antioch, Iconium and Lystra, the persecutions I endured&lt;/em&gt;.” Paul tells Timothy to model his behaviour on the example Paul’s set for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timothy should emulate Paul’s teaching, which, as we read the bible from Acts onwards, we can see has a sound theological grounding. It’s based firmly on what the death of Jesus means for all people, and how Christians in particular should live in the light of this. Timothy should follow Paul’s way of life – being willing to deny himself payment and luxury for the sake of the Gospel. He should be firm in purpose – living to teach the word of God, and, in doing so, he should be patient, faithful and loving. It’s worth noting here that Paul isn’t showing off – he knew himself, as an Apostle, to be following Christ, and therefore doesn’t hesitate to tell Timothy to follow his example. In 1 Corinthians 11, he writes “&lt;em&gt;Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Paul also makes it clear to Timothy that living to follow Christ doesn’t endear people to you. He makes it very clear that living wholeheartedly for God will bring persecution and suffering. He describes events from his past that Timothy was familiar with, describing the response he got when he spoke in Antioch, Iconium and in Lystra, and we read in Acts chapters 13 and 14 that this culminated in the crowd stoning Paul, dragging him outside the city, and leaving him for dead. Yet Paul kept his faith in God throughout these times, and he tells Timothy how the Lord rescued him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul goes on to describe that this persecution wasn’t particular to him. Look at verses 12 and 13. Paul says “&lt;em&gt;In fact, everyone who wants to live a Godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted, while evil men and imposters will go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived&lt;/em&gt;.”  It’s no surprise that following Jesus leads to opposition – after all, Christ himself was persecuted, leading to him being put to death on a cross, and he promised that following him would be costly. Let me read from John 15, for example. Jesus says “&lt;em&gt;If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember the words I spoke to you: “No servant is greater than his master.” If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also.&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the same time, those who have rejected Christ are seemingly getting it all their own way. Not only are they deceiving others, but Paul says they’re deceiving themselves, verse 12. The more they tell people to ignore Christ and live for money, or pleasure, the more they start to believe themselves. Their only progression is as they go on “&lt;em&gt;from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived&lt;/em&gt;.”  Their lives must have looked so simple – living each day for the moment, for the pleasure it could bring – so easy, compared to Timothy’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hear what Paul writes to Timothy, verse 14, “&lt;em&gt;But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus&lt;/em&gt;.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have looked hopeless. How could Timothy stand firm in the face of such opposition? Well, Paul gives two reasons. He says Timothy is to continue in “what he has learned and become convinced of, because he knows those from whom he has learned it.” Firstly, Paul reminds Timothy of their past – that Paul met Jesus face to face and is an Apostle of him – chapter 1, verse 1 – that he laid hands on Timothy at his ordination, verse 6, that Paul was appointed a herald and a teacher of the Gospel, verse 11. Timothy’s not being asked to trust in someone he’s never met; rather, Paul’s asking him to continue trusting in a person he’s known and believed for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Paul reminds Timothy of his faith in the word of God – the Old Testament. We read how Timothy’s known the scriptures since he was a child, and Paul reiterates that it is these very scriptures that are able to make Timothy wise for salvation through faith in Jesus. In other words, both Paul’s past and the scriptures back each other up, and both validate the instruction to Timothy to continue, even in the face of opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul concludes this section by noting that the Scriptures aren’t just of academic interest. He says that they should have a real &lt;em&gt;and significant impact on Timothy’s ministry. “&lt;/em&gt;All scripture is God-breathed,” he says in verse 16, “and &lt;em&gt;is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be equipped for every good work&lt;/em&gt;.” God speaks through the scriptures – through the bible. In contrast to the false teachers in verses 1-9, Timothy is to acknowledge the truth of the scriptures, and is to use them to teach and equip the church. Unlike the false teachers, he’s to be a lover of God, rather than a lover of pleasure. He must be willing to rebuke his congregations where necessary – to tell them that their actions oppose God’s will, and to instruct them how to behave. Only through the scriptures can Timothy, and through his teaching other Christians, be equipped for every good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast your mind back to where we were, standing at Timothy’s side, reading this letter over his shoulders. We’ve just looked at the message Paul had for Timothy. So, as we close, let’s think about what Paul’s message to us here today would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re not a Christian. You’ve come here with family, or with friends. Maybe you’re thinking “that’s all very well, but this letter has nothing to say to me.” Well, I think it does have something to say to you. Paul says that the scriptures – the bible – are the word of God, and are able to make us wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus – back in verse 15. If that’s true, this has got to be one book you can’t afford not to take seriously. Why not read it, and investigate its claims for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, maybe you are a Christian. If so, Paul has two messages for you. Firstly, are you facing opposition for your faith? Are you the only Christian in your school, your college, your office, your family? Do people mock you, exclude you, belittle you for what you believe? Well, take heart. Opposition doesn’t mean you’ve got it wrong – in fact, Paul says that persecution is natural for the Christian. And although he doesn’t say it’s easy, Paul does have a message for you. Continue in what you’ve learned. Keep trusting in the scriptures, because they’re the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, are we letting the word of God teach and rebuke us? Are we challenged by those first verses in chapter 3? Are we willing to change our behaviour in light of what God reveals to us through the bible? Are we willing to turn our back on that one thing we know we shouldn’t be doing, and devote ourselves to loving God? Or will we persist in loving ourselves, in his place? Let’s pray that God would help us to put Him first, and to trust His word’s ability to thoroughly equip us for every good work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father God, thank you for giving us your word, the Bible. Please help us to make sure that we are living our lives firmly grounded in what you have to say to us through it. Please help us to stand firm in the face of any opposition that we face, and to cling to you. Please help us to be willing to change for you, and to love you, rather than ourselves, or money, or pleasure. Please equip us to live in a way that pleases you. Amen.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-546787327611326118?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/546787327611326118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=546787327611326118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/546787327611326118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/546787327611326118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2007/02/2-timothy-3-sermon.html' title='2 Timothy 3: A Sermon'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-116101874321375720</id><published>2006-10-16T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:12:23.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Administrative Notice - Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The comments options have been updated. 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Simply click on the link at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-116101874321375720?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/116101874321375720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=116101874321375720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/116101874321375720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/116101874321375720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/10/administrative-notice-comments.html' title='Administrative Notice - Comments'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-116101843205137577</id><published>2006-10-16T16:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:14:23.549Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>And my licence fee goes on this...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to run a computer with the operating system Windows Millenium Edition. Don't worry about what that means if you're not sure (although for those of you are thinking "so do I!", you have my condolences). Windows ME had one major distinguishing feature. No, not System Restore. And not the slightly modified icons from Windows '98. Not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In fact, the major thing that distinguished Windows ME from all previous versions of Windows (and most of the subsequent ones) was its ability to struggle like anything if asked to perform any simple task. No, seriously, it could, and usually did, crash when you turned the computer on. Or off. Or, if you by chance managed to get the machine up and running, when you tried to open a programme - even one that came with it, like Internet Explorer. Like all sulky teenagers, ME had an attitude problem. It simply didn't do what you wanted it to. Pleading, threats and even physical violence had no effect. It was, pure and simple, awful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The main thing that used to haunt my waking thoughts was &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;? I mean, how did the conversation go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Have you tested the new operating system, Bob?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yes, sir, Mr Gates, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"And...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Um... well, sir, I say tested, but in the end I had to be restrained by my colleagues to stop me throwing my machine out of the window. And you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; we're on the 8th floor up here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Excellent. Release it next week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Actually, that may be dangerously close to the truth. But you get my point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's the same with so many things. Just becuase you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; doesn't mean you &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt;. And nothing exemplifies my point quite so well as BBC1's primetime offering from 7 'till 8 pm. Robin Hood. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;To say the script was bad would be to slight Australian soap operas of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"What do you mean, Darleen - Jason &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; get killed by Darren, and he's now with Melissa? And Jody's going to have his child, except he thinks that she's with Micky?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Genius, pure genius. Compared, that is, with the utter drivel spouted by M. Hood, Little John &lt;em&gt;et al&lt;/em&gt;. And for sublety, it makes Ali G look like Jane Austen. Did you know that there were parallels to be drawn between an 12th century bloke in a forest and a 21st century war against suicide bombers? I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh, and before I forget, clocks which go "tick tock tick tock" didn't exist in the 12th century. They really didn't. It's like watching the Sheriff arrive in a Ford Mustang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, BBC, stop wasting our licence fees on men in tights. Speed on the return of Top Gear, and let's all sit down and watch some caravans getting trashed. What could be better family entertainment than that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-116101843205137577?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/116101843205137577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=116101843205137577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/116101843205137577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/116101843205137577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-my-licence-fee-goes-on-this.html' title='And my licence fee goes on this...?'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115951821543062920</id><published>2006-09-29T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:08:19.553Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><title type='text'>On Straightness and Slugs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There are many things in life that I find frustrating. I dislike mess, and things that aren't straight (pictures, table mats, etc etc). There is a natural order to things that, it seems to me, revolves, as it were, around the right angle. Similarly, things should be symmetrical, and centralised. This is why I choose to type using the justified paragraph alignment option selected, even though it does occasionally produce lines where the words are spaced a long way apart. It seems only natural to me that, for example when placing a settee against a wall, the gap on the left should be exactly the same size as the gap on the right. Otherwise, it's not, well, right. To quote Edward Monkton, "Those who do not believe in the Law of Straightness WILL NOT BE SAVED!" OK, I accept that it's unlikely to ever form the basis of my theological understanding, but the sentiment is one I approve of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I would have made a good Roman. Never mind going around the hill, not when you have 100,000 men with stong muscles and nothing to do - go straight through it! Bring it on! Straight is good. If the quickest point is between two straight lines, then it follows that not only is building roads the Roman way good from the "time is money" point of view, but it also makes sense ecologically. The more direct the route, the shorter the resulting road, and consequently the less of our green and pleasant land becomes covered with tarmac, buses and Little Chefs. Which can only be a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being ecologically considerate and caring about the environment is important to me. Don't get me wrong, I understand that sometimes things have to happen, and you can't necessarily rationally prevent ALL disruption to the countryside, but in general, I like it green and leafy. I buy free-range and am starting to think about organic (although to be honest, if the cow has a cold I might rather it was treated with antibiotics rather than honey and lemon and a Vicks VapourRub). But again, as a principle, environmentally friendly is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which brings me to the most amazing invention I've read about today.* I'm not much of a gardener at the moment (it comes of living in a flat) but I like plants. And, also liking things straight and organised, I suspect that what I'm really going to want when I'm the proud owner of my very own piece of England, is something to ensure that nothing is going to decrease the symmetry of my planting scheme. Creepy-crawlies are, I understand, not respectors of modern design, which is why I shall be investing in a SlugBot. This wonderful machine uses a combination of GPS, InfraRed and UltraSound to locate slugs, a long arm to grab them, and a bio-fuel cell to convert slug into useful electricity, which in turn powers its on-board battery. It's green, sustainable, and will help me not to lose my precious plants to the slimy rascals. What can be better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* OK, it's not got a huge amount of competition, but it sounds more impressive than saying "the only invention I've read about today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115951821543062920?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115951821543062920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115951821543062920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115951821543062920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115951821543062920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-straightness-and-slugs_29.html' title='On Straightness and Slugs...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115589712643297567</id><published>2006-08-18T10:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:14:23.561Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>You wait for ages, and then two turn up at once...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There can be few frustrations in life to compete with it. It's enough to make grown men burst into tears and to make small children yell abuse at those around them. Or should that be the other way around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer, of course, to that phenomenon known as Waiting For Buses. Now, I'm not exactly a true petrol-head, and if you were to ask me which I'd rather have out of the Vauxhall Something TDi or the Peugeot SomethingElse LX, I really couldn't tell you. I could, of course, express a preference between, say, a brand new Aston Martin DB-9 and my seven year-old Skoda Felicia. However hard we owners of such vehicles protest that, despite years of mocking, the Skoda is now a serious option as a car (rather than as a car-shaped lump of metal sitting on the drive), how the input of VW's engineering expertise has turned a farce into one of the best value for money cars out there, and how in recent years they've ranked highly in terms of reliability, improved in terms of style, and retained their low insurance group, we still find ourselves longing for slightly more than 47 bhp. It's not that it's insufficient for anything in particular, it's just that having, say, 325 bhp might be somewhat more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do know that, when faced with the choice between getting on a bus and getting into a car, I'd far rather take the car. I'd far rather take a bike, to be quite honest. I think it's something about public transport, and I've come to the conclusion that it's, well, the public. Now, don't get me wrong. In some places (preferably far away) buses may serve some useful purpose. They may be cheap, and cost &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; than the car (it's a novel idea, I know). They may not be smelly, and may be driven by someone who knows which side of the road the rest of the population will be on. They may stop and wait for you when you're three meters down the road in a thunderstorm, and they may not be populated by teenagers whose IQs are, even at their tender ages, outweighed by their shoe sizes. In this Utopia, such buses may exist. All I know is that it's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely one of the cruelest torments about buses is the invention known as the timetable. Timetables are devices which serve two purposes. They force one to rush manically to reach the bus stop before the time at which the bus is due, and then force one to wait in ever increasing despondency as the minutes tick past after this time until the bus actually &lt;em&gt;does &lt;/em&gt;turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one thing about buses that you &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; rely upon is their ability to arrive in pairs. Like adolescent girls, they seem unwilling to travel alone, and prefer instead the companionship of another bus. And, of course, to prevent loneliness, both buses will be "serving" (note the irony) the same route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is why buses are like spiders. Particularly three-inch wide black spiders with horribly hairy, well, things (I don't know - antennae?). I've lived in my flat for a year now, and despite having to face many creepy-crawlies of varying species, I've managed to stear clear of the arachnids. Until yesterday, when in the morning there was one in the bath, followed by, in the evening, one in the corner of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Don't they have timetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115589712643297567?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115589712643297567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115589712643297567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115589712643297567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115589712643297567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-wait-for-ages-and-then-two-turn-up.html' title='You wait for ages, and then two turn up at once...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115444599455919651</id><published>2006-08-01T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:09:04.389Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><title type='text'>Gosh, it's amazing how you two connect...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read recently that the combined length of the wires used in the manufacture of the new Airbus (the double-decker monster that makes a 757 look like a child's plaything) reached a grand total of something in the order of 500 &lt;em&gt;thousand&lt;/em&gt; miles. Now, even accounting for the mass of circuitry that must be needed to let the captain know if the wing's about to fall off, and that needed to power the TV screens, that's a heck of a lot of wiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which led me to thinking about connections. Train connections, even (please noooo...) bus connections, connections between people, connections between wires. In the same way that just one failure in the connections in the mass of wiring in the Airbus could have catastrophic consequences (Business Class could miss out on freshly ground coffee &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;), connections play a vital role in our day-to-day lives. Which, I suppose, is why we moan and gripe so much when they fail. That day the bus gets held up in a traffic jam, meaning we miss our &lt;em&gt;next&lt;/em&gt; bus and arrive at work late for the meeting. When the trains all curl up and die because somewhere near Putney a small leaf has had the temerity to fall within 100 miles of the track, causing us to miss our best friend's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine, dear reader, my frustration having spent the last six hours trying to persuade four differently colour-coded wires to connect to their opposite numbers, in a game called "Set Up The Equipment To Do A Day-Long Experiment." You'd have thought it would be simple, but through admitting this, you reveal yourself to be anything but an experimental scientist. For our equipment is notoriously unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the Airbus is somewhat less temperamental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115444599455919651?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115444599455919651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115444599455919651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115444599455919651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115444599455919651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/08/gosh-its-amazing-how-you-two-connect.html' title='Gosh, it&apos;s amazing how you two connect...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115408332755383244</id><published>2006-07-28T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:09:16.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>When 150 characters just isn't enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Annoying, isn't it, when something you've spent time, love and energy on is rejected. When old friends meet you in the street with the warm greeting "oh, it's... well, anyway, how &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; you?" When your other half welcomes you back home from an arduous day at work with the words "the washing machine's broken." And when, after extensive training with catnip and the Rolled Up Newspaper of Retribution, your feline friend still belives that soft leather sofas make just &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; best scratching posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my frustration, therefore, to find that the extensive answer to the question posed when updating my profile for this blog was too long, and had to be cut to a mere 150 characters. I was really rather pleased with it. So I've decided to post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question was: Your aunt has just sent you a maple syrup dispenser shaped like a rooster as a birthday gift. Write a thankyou note to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dear Auntie Mabel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thank you so much for the kind gift you sent me for my birthday. It really reminded me of how much you mean to me, and ensures that, although birthdays may come and go, this present will always remain in my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So, thank you again for the kind thought. And that reminds me, how is your eyesight? You were having trouble the last time I saw you - would I be right in thinking that you're no better? Do let me know how you're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You'll be pleased to hear that the rooster can join the other menagerie of animal-shaped kitchen novelties you've sent me over the years. As you are aware, my flat is really rather minimalist, and the new chrome and marble kitchen I had installed last week was crying out for something to lift the monochrome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Your loving nephew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;PS I completely forgot - it must be your birthday in just a few weeks now. I wonder what I should get for you? I must keep my eyes open - I'm sure I can find something &lt;em&gt;even more&lt;/em&gt; individual than you did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115408332755383244?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115408332755383244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115408332755383244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115408332755383244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115408332755383244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-150-characters-just-isnt-enough.html' title='When 150 characters just isn&apos;t enough...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115400567143534802</id><published>2006-07-27T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:14:23.563Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oxford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>It's simply H2O...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So cries the Ancient Mariner (possibly... I never was any good at English: science is more my thing). And it's a cry that's being echoed across the wild, and currently parched, plains of Oxford after a building contractor accidently drove a crane through the mains water pipe into my building. Or something. Given this is Britain, and it's currently summertime, it could be that we have the wrong sort of water. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For the point is, dear readers, that we have no water. None to drink, none to use in the bathrooms, and none for our experiments. Which is how I come to be writing this, as I wait for my water circulator (a device that, well, circulates water) to slowly warm up from 2 to 25 degrees centigrade. I would normally simply empty out a few litres of cold water and replace them with a similar volume of hot. Unable to do this, I could be here a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Which got me thinking just how much water we must use. Apparently the daily volume consumed by every single person in the UK is, on average, 160 litres: that's really rather a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I propose a solution to this problem, and the current climate-change-influenced shortages we're either currently experiencing, or which in the near future are guaranteed to turn England's green and pleasant land into something resembling the Sahara desert (although possibly without the camals). To paraphrase from that attributed to Marie Antoinette*, "Let them drink wine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;=====&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;* As mentioned, I'm not an English student and, unsurprisingly, one would be correct in assuming that, despite a decent grade at GCSE, I'm not much of a historian either. Consequently, I had to Google to discover who made this infamous comment. Imagine my surprise, therefore, to find out (from the font of all knowledge that is Yahoo!) that in all likelihood, Ms. Antoinette was in fact completely innocent of this heinous crime, a far more likely culprit being French philosopher Jean-Jacques Rousseau, writing in early 1766! The things you learn when you start wasting time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115400567143534802?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115400567143534802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115400567143534802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115400567143534802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115400567143534802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-simply-h2o.html' title='It&apos;s simply H2O...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115347552370579122</id><published>2006-07-21T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:09:45.822Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I have a blog, I feel that really I should be publishing in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that suggests that this is maybe simply an excuse to do anything that avoids work. There's another part of me that feels that writing may be cathartic, or at least more amusing than endlessly browsing through BBC News online, the latest Yahoo! office attachments (they really are rather good, actually, and always worth a glance when one has a spare half hour or so over a tea break), and eBay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what shall I talk about? I could go like my other half has done, and write stories to publish here. Only thing is, I don't have the imagination. I'm a scientist - I do numbers, and equations, and I sit in an office or a lab and spend most of my day prodding computers into something resembling submission. I've found that threats work well - proof positive, should it be required, that computers are more animate than many of the people using them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, I could use this space to try to be amusing, and to offer a brief word of clarity and humour into the humdrum existence of the everyday. Sort of "Thought for the Day" but without the "wouldn't the world be nice if we were all nice" aspect. Only thing is, there're people far better qualified than me to do this, and also I think that I, not to mention you, dear reader, would become bored with impressive speed. In the world 100 metres "lost all sense of interest in this topic", I think I'd be a stong contender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think I'll opt for the rant. No surprise really - I've been listening to Jeremy Clarkson, Marcus Brigstock and [reading] Bill Bryson for the last... well, many - years now, and it's beginning to rub off on me. Rather like wet paint - you don't notice it until someone else points it out and then it's impossible to remove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115347552370579122?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/feeds/115347552370579122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31397799&amp;postID=115347552370579122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115347552370579122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115347552370579122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/07/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31397799.post-115339261200154534</id><published>2006-07-20T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T10:09:56.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So... a blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There must be a reason as to why I, like so many other people, feel compelled to get one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm just not sure what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is my blog. Will you enjoy it? Possibly. Will you be enlightened? Probably not. Will it drive you to abandon that crossword, head over to your PC and create your own? Could well be - however this seems to be true of all blogs so nothing unusual there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31397799-115339261200154534?l=terminallyconfused.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115339261200154534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31397799/posts/default/115339261200154534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terminallyconfused.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Major Jim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06489846918281572286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://pages.infinit.net/amneria/cbetb/ace_rimmer.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
