That EPA thing…

On July 17, 1998, United States District Judge William L. Osteen vacated Chapters 1-6 of and the Appendices to EPA’s Respiratory Health Effects of Passive Smoking: Lung Cancer and other Disorders, EPA/600/6-90/006F (December 1992).

Judge Osteen wrote, “In conducting the ETS Risk Assessment, disregarded information and made findings on selective information; did not disseminate significant epidemiologic information; deviated from its Risk Assessment Guidelines; failed to disclose important findings and reasoning; and left significant questions without answers. EPA’s conduct left substantial holes in the administrative record. While so doing, produced limited evidence, then claimed the weight of the Agency’s research evidence demonstrated ETS causes cancer.” – More>

Slightly intrigued

Does anyone else look at the stuff at the bottom of the page on the dashboard? The fastest growing blogs, latest posts, that stuff?

I do sometimes and I have yet to see any post from this page or any of the others linked to here. I was wondering about the fastest growing ones, so took a look at a few. None that made me want to read on, but one had a hits counter, 8,175 it said. So I looked back here and this page has many more hits.

So how does that work?

Happy St. Patrick’s day to you all

A happy St. Patrick’s day to all at DNMT

I knew what to expect, our local agents of Guiness didn’t disappoint, every drink purchased included a scratchcard and every card was a winner.

On the left is what I came home with today, a stupid hat (I would have loved to wear it at this years World Cup, but perhaps another time,) a T-Shirt (that I actually like and will wear often,)  a key-ring, a stupid badge (not shown) which I gave away to one of the kitchen staff and believe it or not free beers, five of my cards entitled me to another Guiness, sort of defeats the object I thought, I gave mine away!

Continue reading “Happy St. Patrick’s day to you all”

What is society?

Epitaph for the eighties?  ‘there is no such thing as society’

I think we’ve been through a period where too many people have been given to understand that if they have a problem, it’s the government’s job to cope with it. ‘I have a problem, I’ll get a grant.’ ‘I’m homeless, the government must house me.’ They’re casting their problem on society. And, you know, there is no such thing as society. There are individual men and women, and there are families. And no government can do anything except through people, and people must look to themselves first. It’s our duty to look after ourselves and then, also to look after our neighbour. People have got the entitlements too much in mind, without the obligations. There’s no such thing as entitlement, unless someone has first met an obligation.

Margaret Thatcher

Love her or hate her, but in this instance she does have a point. What is society?  My thanks to Amicus for  posing this question.

An Appeal

There has been some discussion, both here and on MyT, about ex-soldiers who are unable, for whatever reason, to re-settle into civilian life. Here is an organisation trying to help some of them. Please take a moment to sign this petition:

http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/HelpSOTS/#detail

With the ever growing number of forgotten ex service personnel whose lives have been affected by homelessness it is time for the government to step in and help. We all think they deserve better after going through the traumatic experience of war.

The Soldiers Off The Street Organisation have come up with one solution with the following: Read about the potential solution

Snobbery

I was sitting in the smoking lounge this morning, drinking my first coffee of the day – I’m actually a tea-drinker, but that is another story – and chatting to a few of the company’s drivers.  One of my team, a recently graduated management trainee, was also in the lounge with some other colleagues.  She came to my office with a query a little while after we had finished our coffee break and, in conversation, asked me why I had chosen to sit with ‘those drivers,’ rather than her and the others of the team;  ‘They speak such awful Russian, you are learning bad words.’ Read more

Market Forces

I felt this little post was needed to explain a point in my next post. My current contract is with a tobacco  company. Shock. Horror. In the headquarters, where I have my office, there are lounges on each floor where employees can go, drink coffee, socialise and do the business that often gets done better informally than in the formal business process. On each floor, one lounge is a smoking lounge and one is non-smoking. Employees therefore have the choice and do choose, without any interference from authority, whether to drink their coffee with smokers, or without.

As a matter of interest, the proportion of smokers and non-smokers in the company reflects the proportion in the general population – I have found this to be generally the case in all of the places I have worked with the company, E/W Europe, the States, S. America and Asia.

I have no objection to bans on smoking where appropriate – I do not smoke in my own house, for example – what I do object to is the compulsory nature of blanket bans on smoking in places which you can choose to enter, or not – pubs, clubs, restaurants and so forth. (I do not include public buildings or public transport.) The community I work in shows that it is quite possible, and reasonable, for people to make their own choices without the imposition of centralised controls and the bureaucracy of rules, regulations and intrusive inspectorates that such controls entail.

Here comes summer…..

Today, possibly because they thought it was hip and the sun was a little bit on the warmer-than – normal side, the couple next door invited people around for a few bevvies  – and that ‘traditional – even-if-it-was-imported’ UK main event, a barbeque.

Now, I am a good neighbour ordinarily. I don’t know any of the people who live in my locality and I like to keep it like that. It isn’t because I have delusions of being a man of mystery, far from it. Dealing with people and a multitude of problems as I do every day in my professional capacity, I just want to pull the drawbridge up on a weekend and let the world do what it wants so long as it doesn’t want to include me. I am – as has been pointed out to me on many occasions – the world’s only anti-social social worker. Continue reading “Here comes summer…..”

Cheesed Off.

A lot of us are extremely cheesed off here in Glawstershire at the moment.

More cheesed off than a piece of single Gloucester left out after a boozy dinner party and found soft and  sweaty in the morning.

More cheesed off than some Stinking Bishop that fell unnoticed out of the shopping bag into footwell of the car and sat there humming to itself unrescued while people went on holiday for a week.

Even more cheesed off  than  Eddie Izzard’s feet after doing 43 marathons. Continue reading “Cheesed Off.”