Sad Day, Happy Reason

Congratulations !!!My colleague Michael retired today, after 47 years service to the company. 47 years !!! It is amazing to think that his first day was way back in the 60’s, when I was nearly 10, short trousers and all. He assures me that he never actually met Mr Edward Stanley Gibbons, who started the company in 1856. But in my opinion, it’s a remarkable achievement and is something that will become even rarer as the years go by.

Of course, for Michael is a bit of a double edged sword. He’s retiring, no doubt with a handsome pension and all the free time in the world. On the other hand, his wife also works here, and although they don’t sit side by side, they are only feet apart in the same office, so that will be a big change for both of them.

He will have a lot more time to pursue his own interests, though being a philatelist, he’s really been paid to do that for nearly five decades, but he won’t have the company of all his colleagues, and we would like to think, friends. I have a strange feeling that we will miss his expertise and vast knowledge far more than he will miss our bad jokes and puerile (to him)questions about stamps.

So whilst it is a sad day for us and the company, it is a happy day for Michael, and one to which he has been looking forward for some time. I really hope he enjoys his retirement, stays healthy and manages to keep himself out of trouble. He has promised to pop back to see us from time to time, and I know he has a place booked for the Christmas dinner, so we will be able to keep an eye on him.

Have a brilliant retirement Michael, heaven knows that you have earned it, don’t be a stranger and please excuse us if we need to pick your invaluable brains from time to time.

Minding The Baby

Minding The BabySo we removed the new software and the site stabilised somewhat, although it did still go down several times again today. As our support agreement with the developers doesn’t cover us 24-7 the team are taking turns to check the site throughout the night and do the necessary if it falters again.

This is a poor state of affairs in a world where 100% up-time is necessary for online commerce to survive, so it’s a necessary evil. It’s at a time like this, where everyone is under pressure to go that extra mile, that wisdom, courage and compassion are so vital. Whilst we are all miffed that we have to get up and check the site, we are all prepared to make the sacrifice in order to oil the wheels of industry.

End Of Days

Own GoalThis is really going to be short. The new software launch, the software we so carefully tested, preened, polished and cossetted, died a spectacular and explosive death today, taking the main site with it as it sank below the waves.

The problem was, and often is, that software that works perfectly when 1, 2, 5, even 10 people are using it, falls on it’s backside when Joe Public gets his hands on it. So here I am, with all my colleagues, battling against the odds to get the site back on its feet.

Challenges, poison into medicine and all that, sorry it’s a quick one, but time is pressing.

Expect The Unexpected

Expect The UnexpectedYou know the feeling, you’ve had a great weekend, you’re rested, fresh and ready to face the new week, then wham, it all turns into an episode from Tales of the Unexpected. So it was today, the usual mountain of weekend orders to process, the usual banal questions from people who should know better, but we’re on top of it all, plain sailing and not a cloud in sight.

We have a new software release going in tomorrow. Today was going to be a day to confirm that everything was ship shape and Bristol fashion, then the power went down. I am old enough to remember the Three Day Week, from the last really serious economic crisis. People went without power for hours on end, just to save money and coal, and the Government was even less popular than it is today. The difference was, back then, your whole life didn’t depend on electricity.

So Ok, it was a nasty little blip, but it was back almost before we noticed it had gone. The lights dipped and everything in the office, that was plugged into the mains, went beep, all at once, in a terrifying harmony. Now PCs are pretty resilient these days. Time was that youmight even lose the contents of your hard drive, but not now. Servers on the other hand, even though they are backed up and connected to a UPS are just a little more fussy.

Even the IP phone system rebooted. But when it came back, it appeared that everyone and their uncle was testing it by ringing us. Of course the London office had no inkling that we had suffered the outage, so they just saw their email and back office systems fall on their face. Understandably they wanted to know why. But when you are at 100%, trying to get everything back up and running, the last thing you really need is Nanny McP calling to ask why her printer wasn’t working.

Anyway, it took about 30 minutes for the ripples to smooth and for the serenely calm atmosphere to permeate the office once more. Everyone was back online, the printers and back office systems were talking to each other again and all was again right with the world. But we know, we just know, that it will happen again. No matter what steps we take to ensure that everything survives, there will always be the chance that the unexpected is going to happen. So expect the unexpected, plan for it, bank on it happening. It’s life. Whether it’s a blip on the mains, or a blip in your dearest relationship, it will happen. So stay calm, rise to the challenge, use wisdom courage and compassion and soon you will be through it, better prepared to meet the next time, another day.

Getting Results

The Castleman TrailwaySo having failed to make the trip to Ringwood yesterday, purely because I got a bit lost in Broadstone, I was determined to try again today. That old saying about ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try, try and try again’ is pretty good advice. If you try and fail, and never try again, you will miss out on the elation of success.

Having been unable to find the Castleman Trailway, a disused railway line yesterday, I decided to stick to roads I drive every week day to work. Scooting off round Holes Bay, I headed off up Gravel Hill. Strange how much more of a hill it is on a bike, than in the car, in fact it’s about a rise of about fifty meters and feels like it just goes on and on. But by concentrating on the next few meters, than than looking all the way to the top makes it an easier goal.

I decided to take the road through Wimbourne rather than taking the A31, which also has the bonus of taking you via the beautiful footbridge over the river Stour. I joined the A31 at Canford Bottom and headed off towards the Ringwood Road. Trudging up the main road to Ringwood is pretty uninteresting, particularly as the cycle path is rather bitty and disappears totally just after St Leonards.

Having ridden down the High Street and the back streets to the office, I took a few minutes to let the feeling return to my rather numb bum. Then it was time to set off for home. I took the path past the nature reserve in the fields behind the office and towards the Castleman Trailway. Having found it, I was delighted to see that it is a narrow slice of nature amongst the houses, and although there were quite a few people walking, cycling and riding horses, it was so much nicer than being on the road.

Sadly, the route is not continuous, so it’s a case of hopping on and off to get through gates, over roads and the like. There are also great chunks of it missing, where housing estates have been built, so by the time I reached West Moors, I was back on the road again. After that it was pretty much a case of retracing my steps back home.

So there we have it, another goal reached. I am planning to do a couple of two day rides in aid of asthma next year, about 70 miles a day, twice the distance of today’s bimble, so I need to get a lot more practice. But isn’t that just like Buddhism? The more you practice, the more you see the effects.

We Will Remember Them

Field of PoppiesI can’t remember the first time I watched the Service of Remembrance on TV, but it must be the best part of fifty years ago now. It has always been a family event, with my Mom and Dad and my brothers. And although, sadly, my Dad is no longer with us, and the family is spread across the globe, watching it again tonight brought back poignant memories, as always.

I find it very moving, watching the petals falling on the servicemen and women, and although I have never known anyone killed in the service of their country, I feel a certain duty to watch the service.

The people in whose honour the service is held, gave the ultimate sacrifice so that we could live in peace and freedom.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Beautifully Quiet

In Flanders FieldsAt the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, of the eleventh year of this century, Ringwood stopped for a reverential two minutes to remember the dead of two world wars and subsequent conflicts. It was truly moving.

The office was quiet, everyone was deep in contemplation, but I was determined not to be disturbed by an errant phone call or the ping of an incoming email, so I went out into the car park alone and watched the stream slide slowly, silently by.

All a bit melodramatic you might think, but if we can’t spare two minutes out of a whole year, there really is no hope for us as a nation. It really was very quiet. A memorial service was being held at the war memorial and at eleven o’clock they fired a cannon to signify the start of the silence.

The boom startled a large flock of starlings in the flood plain on the other side of the Bickley Mill stream and they rose and fell as they wheeled across a grey and rather sad sky. And as I watched them, I noticed that I was peering through loops of barbed wire atop the perimeter fence. Rather fitting for such an occasion.

Lift The Ban

A Burning PoppyTomorrow is a very special day for people all around the world. It is the annual Armistice Day, the day we remember all those who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country. At the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, there will be a two minute silence in their honour. Wearing a Poppy emblem to symbolise your respect is a very British tradition, but the emblem itself has become a universally recognised symbol of remembrance.

Recently I wrote of my indignation at FIFA for their refusal to permit the England and Wales football teams to wear Poppy emblems on their shirts in the upcoming friendly matches. Happily that decision has been modified, meaning that the players will be allowed to wear black arm bands sporting Poppies during the game.

So I applaud FIFA for their change of heart, and congratulate the Government and Prince William for the pressure they exerted to cause that change. I feel the right of free speech and expression of opinion is a very basic right, something for which our mothers, fathers grandmothers and grandfathers fought and died.

Today, Theresa May, the Home Secretary, has banned an organisation now known as Muslins Against Crusades in order to stop them repeating their protest of last year, where they burned Poppies at a public gathering in central London. Her reasons for the ban being that they aim to glorify terrorism.

Whilst I abhor the idea of people burning Poppies and am completely against acts of terrorism, I am also against the banning of such groups, for the following reasons. Firstly, if we hold the right to free speech in such high esteem, it must be free speech for all, not just the chosen few. Secondly, it has been shown, over and over again, that prohibition of anything simply does not work. Look at the prohibition of alcohol in the US in the 1920’s and 30’s which funded the gangster era of Al Capone and his peers. The banning of drugs in the UK has led to a hugely lucrative black economy involving crime and violence. There doesn’t appear to be a single example to support prohibition.

So I say let these people gather outside the Albert Hall. Let them chant their slogans, wave their placards expounding hatred and violence, even let them burn Poppies if they will. Doing so will perfectly demonstrate how out of touch they are with the vast majority of British Muslims, and how mindless is their cause. And if, as is likely, the pantomime causes some public disorder, arrest them and charge them with that offence. Let us never give these people the power, or the publicity to further their cause. By allowing them to demonstrate out in the open, we give them the perfect opportunity to show themselves for what they really are.

Unforgiveable

The Catholic ChurchPaedophilia is, in my opinion, the most awful sin. As Nichiren Buddhism has no rules, there is nothing to say that it is wrong, except that abusing a child must attract the worse kind of karma. So to hear, yet again, that children in the care of a Catholic establishment have been abused many times over the last thirty years is shocking. How can any man, let alone a man of faith, justify such actions?

Not only is it a disgraceful abuse of their position of trust, but yet again, the Catholic Church has been found wanting in it’s condemnation of these criminals. In a recent report, Lord Carlile of Berriew said the form of governance at the school was “wholly out-dated and demonstrably unacceptable”.

It appears that a recent decision by judges has ruled that the Catholic church can be held responsible for allowing the conditions for such abuse to occur. With that in mind, I hope that victims will take the church to court and seek financial reparation. Maybe, if it starts to feel the effects of this in it’s bank balance, the leaders will finally start to take the issue seriously and ensure the practice is stopped.

Paedophilia is totally unacceptable under any circumstance, but when it is practiced by people supposedly living in a pious and religious manner, it is completely unforgivable.

The Power Of Words

Bridge Over Troubled WaterI was watching the documentary about the famous duo Simon and Garfunkel tonight on imagine, and although it has been said many, many times before, Bridge Over Trouble Water is an amazing song. The documentary explored the development of the song, from a two verse gospel hymn, into the beautifully produced anthem it finally became. Although that was very interesting, and gave an insight into the way the duo worked together to produce the song and the album of the same name, nothing can compare to the power and simplicity of the lyrics.

Read them, then read them again, and see how they relate, in such a simple but powerful way, to the role of being there for someone who needs you …

Bridge Over Troubled Water
When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I’m on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you’re down and out
When you’re on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I’ll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on silver girl
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
When you need a friend
I’m sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

Paul Simon, 1969

Enough said.

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