Saturday, 6 December 2025

Solstice Preparations

Days are passing and the Winter Solstice and (eek!) my birthday approaches. By then I'll be back in Ireland with Pamela and M for Christmas and the New Year, so aside of everything else that is happening, I'm getting my Christmas clothes together, views of which will have to wait until I'm over there. I can say it'll be a green Christmas - of sequins and velvet for going out. I've also found an old (20+ years) brown dress that I may also take as my diet has been working (and continues).

Having made what I thought were 'au courant' decisions, I then read that tartan is 'in' this year, with the Grauniad reviewer dismissing sequins (oh, dear!) and illustrating a tartan dress from Joanie, one of my quirky dress suppliers. I wasn't going to go mad, but remembered I had a Joanie tartan dress from some years ago. It didn't take long to find it ... it doesn't have the frilly shoulders that seem to have been popular over the last coupe of years, but it's tartan! It did need 'freshening up' and so I spent a while washing and ironing it which wasn't that easy as, apart from the sleeves, it's fully cotton lined.

All these preps are tricky at the moment with one good eye and one wonky eye. It is quite strange, waking up in the morning and reaching for spectacles that aren't there. It's two weeks since the op that generated my surreal movie thoughts. Today, I finish the antibiotic+steroid  eyedrops and move onto two weeks of just steroid eyedrops. I was driving after five days, once my brain had  compensated sufficiently for the changes in eyesight, which is just as well, given the prospect of the drive to Holyhead in a couple of weeks and the stuff I have to do in between at Pauline's flat.

It has taken a long, long time to rid Pauline's flat of 20+ years of hoarding, but now it's in a state that refurbishment can be carried out which needs to be done before letting it out to family early next year, so choices of things like worktops, flooring etc. have to be made and ordered for fitting in January.

That'll be the time my other eye is done so it'll be at least February before I get new glasses. Until then I won't be wearing new prescription glasses and have to consider what I need to do to appear reasonable for photos (the increasing availability of large paper sacks may help!) That may sound odd, but glasses have helped disguise a lot of issues - ageing skin, the effects of  BCC affecting my facial symmetry, as well as dermatitis problems affecting my face and eyelids! That's not even mentioning the fact that my eyebrows are now white! I could be disparaging about getting old, but hey! what's the alternative?


Monday, 24 November 2025

A Couple of Old Memories

 

 Un Chien Andalou

 It was the 1970's. I lived in North London, then 'Somewhere in Germany' (actually Offenbach aM) with stays at my brother's near Paddington, sometimes a month at a time, when I was studying German at the Goethe Institut. I used to see at least two films a week while in London  - West End releases and arthouse. Arthouse pics remain the ingrained memory - the Phoenix in East Finchley, The Everyman in Hampstead and the Paris Pullman in Fulham were regular haunts. Annoyingly, I can't remember which it was that I saw Abel Gance's Napoleon at. (I think it was the P-P). It was an all-nighter, starting at midnight.

Before then I'd been seeing plenty of films from around the world (Kurosawa was a favourite) ... and also later, but that was when I was settled back in Germany and Fassbinder seemed to be on TV or at the Kino the whole time. His Querelle was, for me, a time machine back to my teens when I consumed Genet, Camus and other risque continental authors as the best of Waugh and Isherwood were yet to be served at my table. Jean Paul Gaultier's perfume company with its not-so-subtle hint back to Querelle keeps reminding me in its adverts of  the dualism in sexuality ... not hetero and homo, but technicolor and grey. That could lead into a comment on society and sex, but not now (and probably not ever) ... now is about arthouse and the eye-opening scene of  Luis Buñuel's 'Un Chien Andalou' ... an experience that I underwent in my head at the weekend when I had a cataract operation under local anaesthetic. The surgeon skilfully sliced something (I wasn't looking - I was blinded by the light) and then gently, but with some sense of  a road drill, broke up my natural lens, sucked it out very gently (think Hannibal Lecter and liver) before 'inserting' a replacement lens - it was a bit of a squeeze but there was a satisfying imagined 'plop' as it 'unfolded' followed by some microscopic manouvering by surgical instruments, all courtesy of Zeiss and the NHS! Within a day, the sight in one eye has been returned to that of my youth. The other remains that of a decrepit old geezer, but hopefully not for long. Of course, there's post-op stuff to do for a month, but this is the NHS (even if it has sub-contracted to a private clinic) excelling.

Mr Tambourine Man

I was never a real 'biker' even if I went to the 'Busy Bee'and even, once, 'The Ace'' ... I rode a Honda 90, but I wore a donkey jacket ... ho, hum (cue the Bonzos)!

My parents were quite well off and we had a holiday place on the Oxford plain, north of the Chiltern Hills (no, not Chequers!) I used to escape there from London at weekends with friends and, for me, escape was needed - I'd been trying to find myself, seemingly throughout my early life, but without luck. Perhaps it was that which drew me to American protest folk music. Anyway, after all the years all I seem to recall is one weekend we gathered there, drinking beer and smoking cigs, but nothing stronger, all through the night, listening to loud music incessantly. I had a headcold. Come the Summer's dawn with bad nasal congestion, I needed to clear my sinuses, if not my head. I climbed on my bike and headed down the local roads at speeds that max'd the 90 (not much, but well in excess of safe riding on windy country lanes) and, of course, I wasn't wearing a helmet. I survived to be writing this, but imprinted on my visual memory of that ride was Dylan's Mr Tambourine Man ... except ... it was The Byrds version!

Was I any wiser afterwards? Not really, but my sinuses were clear!

Riding, I came very close to injury on a couple of occasions - once flying over the back of a car that pulled out on me - that time I was wearing a helmet and it may well have saved my life. It left me with a wee scar on my upper lip where I kissed the tarmac. Barbara used to complain about the scar when she tried applying lipstick! As soon as I could get four wheels, the bike was gone.

I can still draw up the visual memory of that dawn country ride and 'hear' Mr Tambourine Man, although today it is Dylan's voice. 

Still Problems Commenting

 Just to add the problems of commenting on Blogger remain - Google throws me out every time I want to comment ...  and I've been a bit too busy with life to spend time on sorting the issue out (it's bad enough fighting off Windows and Copilot and the stupid Cloud).

 

 

 

Thursday, 23 October 2025

An Evening With KD Lang

 Where I'm staying on Skye, there is no television and the radio reception is poor. I did sneak onto BBC iPlayer to watch 'Have I Got News For You' which was hilarious, if only for its testicular coverage! I was a little concerned, however, that within two days, Xbox had an advert stating 'You Need a TV Licence' ... something I'd never seen before ... Big Brother at work? 

Anyway, I knew I'd need some music so I brought along some new CDs as well as a case of old home-brewed music. And tonight, it's KD Night. Well, 'Drag' night, as that's all of KD that's in my case!

I think it was in 2003 that Barbara introduced me to KD and 'Drag'. At first I thought she was having a laugh, but then when I listened I was knocked out by KD's vocals ... and 'Drag' referred to cigarette smoking! There are some beautiful songs on the album.

Barbara wanted to see KD live, and having just had a life-threatening health problem (and subsequent major abdo op) I fixed with her that we would go up to see her at the Hammersmith Apollo, staying overnight at Chiswick. It must have been late November 2004 and I was one of a very few males at the Apollo ... it was at the height of her lesbian fans activity ... knickers thrown on the stage etc. The concert was all we expected and more. The only problem with the trip was that Barbara had an appointment at the hospital the next day and the specialist nurse who saw her immediately had her admitted. Barbara didn't mind - she said she could die happy. She didn't, and we then saw KD again in Brighton some years later.

 As for me now, on Skye, the weather's been kind the last couple of days, but I haven't been doing too much strenuous walking, concentrating more on my diet, following the age-old recipe for losing weight ... don't eat so much, so I've been on a Nikki diet - porridge + bilberry jam in the morning with OJ, cereal bar at lunch and maybe something light in the evening. No alcohol and very little coffee ... it'll be interesting to see what my scales show when I get home. 

Near where I'm staying ... the tip of Skye with the Outer Hebrides in the distance:

Rubha Hunish

 


 


Saturday, 18 October 2025

Strike While the Iron is Hot - another blog entry!

After a long but pleasant drive from the Loch Lomond Premier Inn, I've finally made it ... to almost the northern tip of Skye. Contrary to the weather forecast before I left, it was dry and by the time I was at Glen Coe there was a hazy sun which grew stronger as the day wore on.

I recognised some of where I was as back in 1992 I was on a field trip to Rum and discussing issues of sustainable tourism ... Tyndrum is more than ever the mini highland equivalent of a 'kiss-me-quick' south coast resort, but it is somewhere holidaymakers want.

Glen Coe was as impressive as ever - I did see an Aston Martin coming the other way, but it wasn't a DB4, so it couldn't have been James Bond. Every layby was full of vehicles, even at 11.30 with people enjoying the fine weather. Speaking of weather, the results of Storm Amy were to be seen with fallen trees and temporary traffic lights along most roads.

Uig Tower
I also remembered Morrison's in Fort William, but not how to get to it and I needed supplies! With the good weather, I dug out my camera and at Uig captured what seemed at first to be a Martello Tower, but was a folly built by one of the notorious 19th C landlords, Major William Fraser, where his Factor would collect rents from his tenants (the ones not subject to Highland Clearance). It is now known as Uig Tower. So I have a certain satisfaction knowing that while his folly, abandoned and dangerous, has just a 'B' historic listing, my croft, built about 1880, has an 'A' listing! Posh, or what? It's tiny but has WiFi.

My rental property         

With dusk descending over the Outer Hebrides, I'm pleased I came, even if the drive (~750 miles) was rather long.

Friday, 17 October 2025

Another Day in The Life ...

Well, after months of not doing much in terms of expressing Nikki, or even responding to friends’ pictures and blogs, here I am in a Premier Inn at 7pm in mid-Scotland, still not doing much. I’ve eaten dinner and left the restaurant to the families on their half-term breaks.

I’m on my way to Skye to have a wander around the landscape and archaeology without doing any ‘too’ serious walking – I’m not fit enough yet and have been reading this week about a German walker, still lost on Skye after eight days, and another guy who recently struggled through bad conditions on the Cape Wrath Trail for eight days before being rescued, so I’m not taking any chances.

I could have been in Athens now as I had an invite to commemoration ceremony (some wartime stuff), but notice was short and the croft is paid for. I'm sure Athens would be warmer than this Premier Inn!!! 

Will Nikki appear? I hope so, she's packed and I hope this trip will help me leave what I started to describe in an abandoned piece of writing as limbo … referencing being ‘neither here nor there’.

When I get back I’ll be having the first of two cataract ops. The second will be after my annual Christmas trip to Dundalk.

All being well, I’ll post an update in a few days.

Sunday, 14 September 2025

Flying The Flag

 A Short Post -

There was a lot of flag waving yesterday on the streets of London. As Government Minister Peter Kyle pointed out today, it demonstrated free speech was alive and well.

I was waving a metaphorical flag myself.

Along with others, I was joining in the flag-waving that celebrated heritage, culture, good humour and inclusiveness - a true reflection of the United Kingdom. Even that pariah of the right, the EU flag, was in good numbers.

At the end of the evening I was pleased that I had ignored the 'news' elsewhere and watched the ‘Last Night of the Proms’ … it was the right place to be flag-waving.

 

Sunday, 24 August 2025

NEURODIVERSITY - Some Thoughts

 

INTRODUCTION

I’ll come straight out with it – it’s a subject I know little about and what follows are just my thoughts based on my academic and lifestory background. What I sincerely hope this isn’t, is a journey into the rabbit warren of ‘trans’ et al., although it may be impossible to avoiding skirting its edges!

Essentially, all I shall write about is summed up much more easily in Wikipedia!

What stimulated me to write is a memory of how 'trans' issues became media fodder and how much damage that has done to people identifying as LBGTQ+ and their friends and families. With the lack of commonsense that pervades social media, control of understanding of neurodiversity could become another battleground.

I should also say that my good friend Dee has written about her own experience of neurodivergent conditions on her blog, here. I had already staring writing this before her post appeared and although I was then hesitant about continuing with mine, my approach is as an outsider looking in, not to the detail as much as the interaction with wider society. 

This is a very long piece which I have split up and some of the ideas may seem overly wordy, complex, possibly stupid. The wordiness is my attempt to embrace ideas, the complexity is because the subject is complex, the stupidity is all my own. 

Pathology and Philosophy

Pathology and Other Words

One thing I should state at the beginning, having witnessed in my lifetime the [criminality/ pathology > decriminalising /de-pathologising] of homosexuality, I am very wary about the simplistic addressing of the human experiences of certain minorities as pathology. If the history of homosexuality isn’t enough to make one question how men (for it was always men in the past) have dictated what and what isn’t pathological, there’s always ‘female hysteria’ and ‘trans’ (in its totality) to refer to. To that end, in general, I write of neurodiverse ‘experience’ rather than ‘condition’.

However, I have had exposure in my wider family and elsewhere of certain experiences (OCD, mute autism, body dysmorphic disorder etc.) in people that have been so severe that they needed third party management for the wellbeing of all those involved. In such cases, the term ‘condition’ is appropriate.

The Origin, Meaning and Significance of the Neurodiversity

Neurodiversity is a relatively new term, coined in 1998. It appears to have first been used in respect of the autistic experience.

The term ‘neurodiversity’ most often arises in the context of people who have been diagnosed with ASD (autism), ADHD, OCD, dyspraxia, dyslexia, dyscalculia, or Tourette's. The term ‘diagnosed’ is normally related to a judgment of illness (in these cases belonging to the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM)). Yet, I took the above list and term from a site promoting ‘the value of embracing cognitive diversity’ and, to my mind, it illustrates how, possibly quite innocently, such diversity can be pathologised. If that seems a rather oversensitive reaction to the use of the term ‘diagnosis’, consider that homosexuality, aspects of transvestism and transsexuality, and female hysteria were all until quite recently to be found in the DSM. I doubt the use of the term ‘diagnosis’ in respect of these latter experiences would be well received today. Consider also that ASD, as the BUPA (an English health insurance company) website usefully puts it, “ ... is a spectrum. This means that different people are affected in different ways and to different degrees. Some people may just have a few minor problems while others may need more support and care.”

(The concept of a spectrum (not the simplistic one of TV<>TS) is also found in trans issues. With trans, the term ‘dysphoria’ is commonly used, and I think that has good parallels with ASD experiences, whereby the intensity of experience has an large range which may extend to a pathology, but not necessarily.) 

Of course, this trend to pathologisation may simply be a reflection of the evolution of medical thinking. Rightly or wrongly, however, having ‘neurodiverse’ experiences embraced as a pathology may not only be unhelpful to an individual who is well assimilated into societal life, but expose them to future risk.

The division between health matters and politics has been increasingly blurred over recent years. A prime case is of ‘trans', which has occupied much print ink over the last decade. The fundamental issue is that ‘diagnosis’ leaves even the most insignificant of neurodivergences open to political influences and manipulations, particularly by those driven by dogma. There is a better approach to neurodiversity.

“Neurodiversity describes differences in brain function from person to person that affect daily mental functions. It's a philosophy that embraces differences in brain function and behavior as a natural manifestation of humanity's variety rather than viewing them as wrong or problematic. It celebrates how these different ways of thinking, processing, and learning make us unique rather than seeing them as deficits.”  (https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-neurodiversity-5193463)

By considering it as a natural manifestation of humanity’s variety, it opens the doors of perception, although not necessarily in quite the same way as William Blake (The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793) meant, although he did write: “If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.” (Perhaps, Blake's 18th C interpretation of ‘through a glass darkly’ from 1 Corinthians 13:12 ?)

Evolution

To my simple mind, evolution is the antithesis of dogma which, for westerners at least, is intimately associated with the abrahamaic faiths and texts written many years before it was demonstrated that the earth is not flat. However well-meaning people of ‘religion’ may be, they are either endlessly trying to adapt their dogma to an evolving world (the via media) or simply refuting multiple factual sources in favour of one old script, such as on matters of porcine cleanliness. (I know too little of Eastern faiths to make any comment on those.)

After a lifetime studying and researching evolution in a number of biological disciplines, ranging from microbiology to human behaviour, and following it through other sciences, if I were to adopt any faith, it would simply be that of ‘Evolution’. I believe in evolution: it appears to be both universal and without any alphas or omegas, however much we might search for them. ‘Evolution’ seems to tally with Blake’s Infinite. It also seems, superficially at least, to tie in with Alfred Whitehead’s ‘Process Philosophy’. Very crudely, process philosophy focuses on becoming rather than being. It highlights and promotes the significance of change.

Resetting Foundations using Process Philosophy

Taking neurodiversity as a philosophical feature, rather than a pathology, it and its various social expressions (neurodivergences) do appear to fit within evolution – for all outcomes to the individual (good and bad).

Assuming everything is evolving, from the starry nights of the physical universe downwards and inwards, adaptation is evolution’s expression of diversity - its interplay with environment, both changing. That then heralds a confrontation with dogmatic social groups and the laws used by such to attempt to limit the expression of diversity, to provide bonding within such groups and protection from perceived threats. (Perhaps the use of the term idée fixe, usually associated with obsession, fetishism etc. is just as applicable to the rigid dogmas … such as not eating pork because a book says so, or simply claiming the earth is flat.)

Some Social Interactions

Neurodiverse Experience, Condition and Pathology

There can be no denying that in a society, there are certain behaviours that take an ‘experience’ beyond that of being part of a person’s character, through to being a condition that needs managing for the good of all. The compartmentalisation of such as a pathology enables wider social control of such behaviour. Determining which neurodiverse behaviour requires control is based on the particular threads that bind any society.

Within a society, certain divergences are conceived as ill-fitting to the extent that those in power decide, for whatever reason, that the divergence is, in its broadest sense, antisocial. It adversely affects the functioning of society, so historically, people experiencing or living with such a divergence have historically been contained – prisons, asylums, hospitals, isolation units and so on.

One positive function of pathologising a neurodivergence is the development of management protocols and treatments that lessen any perceived negative impact that an individual’s behaviour may have on society. This, in turn, can enable a relaxation within society at large to behaviours that might previously have been considered as posing too great a risk to stability. A result of this may be societal transformation, whereby a behaviour becomes acceptable, even celebrated. This is an example of cultural evolution. (It is not a neurodiverse case, but the change in attitude over a couple of generations towards people living with Downs syndrome has been remarkable – they just needed to be heard.)

There is, of course, the other side to this, in that neurodivergences can take on a fashionable label and, if history is anything to go by, that will stimulate a critical reception amongst those who lend themselves to bigotry. Add to that a seeming increase of the use of neurodivergence as mitigation in law cases. My understanding of the above is they come about, in the main, as a result of a recent 'diagnosis', either after someone has reached the pinnacle of success, or have been found guilty of a (usually) minor criminal offence. This seems to follow the same developmental pattern that fostered increasing criticism of the trans experience.

But here I feel I am beginning to get out of my depth. While I can postulate how society may react to ‘managed neurodivergence’, I cannot speak to how an individual with a neurodiverse condition reacts to social and other influencing factors. I am reminded of what R.D Laing (a 1960’s psychoanalyst) said concerning schizophrenia, that it may be “a sane reaction to an insane world”. (The anti-psychiatry movement of the 1960’s et seq., to which Laing belonged, remains highly controversial but his statement highlights the inequality between individual and society.)

Cultural Evolution and Its Risks to Neurodiversity (and Trans)

The empirical evidence as based on current professional knowledge is of an increasing recognition of ASD, including amongst mature and socially successful people. There does seem to be a parallel in the increasing numbers of people identifying as trans (or some variant of). Are these responses to a changing environment, or a more nuanced identification of variation amongst people? Or a mixture of both?

Whichever, a danger here is with characters like RFK Jr, the US secretary of Health and Human Services, who remains fixated on linking his extensively debunked idea that vaccination programmes have caused the rise in autism. He has the power to disrupt impartial research into the impact of vaccines and has used it. Also, the anti-gay Southern Baptists in the US, with their own rigid adherence to the bible as they understand it, are increasing in influence and power, with the result that a challenge to gay marriage has been submitted to the US Supreme Court. Their Convention also voted to ban other marginal groups in the LGBT+ constellation and return women’s social position to that of subordination to men (and no, this is not Afghanistan, but ... it’s all down to votes within the most powerful country in the world, with inevitable knock-on effects.)

There is, currently, a highly complex issue in the UK with gender and sex, whereby a basic (and increasingly recognised as simplistic) concept in biology – sex – is being used to undermine the protection for and social freedoms recently gained by trans people. As with research on autism, research into biological sex is becoming ever more complex as science tries to answer more and more intricate questions regarding the development of the foetus, its interaction with its mother, and influences from the exterior crossing the placental boundary. Instead, the law relies on an acknowledged imperfect definition of man and woman. As someone with a biological background I find myself agreeing with the basic definition but uncomfortable that by becoming fixed in law the presence and value of diversity (genetic/developmental/social) is forgotten. There are vested interests all over the place demanding … what? I have no answer.

Neurodivergence and Masking - A More Personal Story

Someone with a neurodivergence may, or may not, be aware that their relationship with wider society is unusual. My lifelong partner had OCD dominated by hoarding. I was aware of a predilection she had for handwashing which she seemed to manage well – it was simply an expression of a neurodivergence, no more. At some point in her life, however, she began hoarding. The detail really belongs to a separate blog entry, if at all – suffice to say that it was of far greater consequence than the handwashing and it developed into an untreated pathological state. Living conditions (having her own apartment) were such that no one in wider society was aware of the consequences of her hoarding – she was very good at masking it, even to me, until she needed other day-to-day medical care and with covid, we formed a ‘bubble’ at my house, where her hoarding continued. She had been aware of her hoarding behaviour for over twenty years, but I only found this out while clearing her apartment and coming across correspondence with health and research organisations reaching back that far.

The mask, for her, was not simply a coping adaptation, but part of the hoarding. An example: she had an overnight bag which she told me had been packed so that it contained everything in it that she might need for an overnight stay in hospital. On the first occasion it was needed (only some weeks later, when she had been hospitalised with a TIA), I picked the bag up to take it to the hospital and, realising how light it was, opened it only to reveal a large, hoarded collection of empty prescription drug boxes - nothing else! By this time, I was in tune with secreting behaviour, so just made a light joke of it when I visited her. What really struck me was that she hardly reacted, her expression didn't change and she barely acknowledged what I had said (nothing to do with the TIA, I must add). There was no communication, no joke for her, and it was then clear to me that the mask was not acting as a ‘gatekeeper’ managing her communications with the exterior world, but was a guard, protecting a deeply private, possibly subconscious world – her mask was an integral part of her neurodivergence. I never tested, even in fun, her mask from then on.

Trans

So where does ‘trans’ fit into all this waffling? Does it fit at all? (I regard myself as transgender, a particular subset of ‘trans’ but will use trans for convenience).

The empirical evidence as based on current professional knowledge is of an increasing recognition of autistic spectrum disorders, including amongst mature and successful people. There does seem to be a parallel in the increasing numbers of people, both young and old, identifying as trans (or some variant of).

Is this a response to a changing environment, or a more nuanced identification of variations amongst people? Or is it a mixture of both? As far as these experiences go, we are still in the dark ages. One significant difference is that being trans is primarily self-identifying. But, perhaps this is due to the ease of such self-identification. Of course, there is the further problem with trans - because of its nature, for some it does find expression through sexual activity, if not sexual indentity: a double whammy as far as the Old Testament is concerned.  But this piece is about neurodiversity, so, for now, I'll just leave any correlation with trans as an open question.

 ... And Postscripts

When I decided to publish this piece, just a few day ago (24/08), it was partly to avoid getting sidetracked into 'trans' and partly to avoid writing about experiences I am not familiar with. Since then, however, I've come across things which, I think, add to the above:

1.'Phobias: I have acrophobia (irrational fear of heights). Using coping mechanisms I am quite able to walk along precipices etc, but if the coping mechanism is removed, I freeze. This seems due to confusion between the optical input to my brain and how the relevant part of my brain responds - I find myself, literally, 'wanting' to edge towards the danger, even while feeling terror. This is NOTHING to do with neurodiversity, but I just wonder whether this phobic response bears any resemblance to the stresses that can arise in ASD. If so, it could aid understanding. Maybe ... 

2. How does the anti-psychiatry of RD Laing re-appear after all these years? I was reading a report in The Guardian (27/08) about the winner of the Edinburgh comedy award winner, Sam Nicoresti, who happens to be trans. I'll simply quote from the article: 

"... being transgender may be, for Nicoresti at least, as much a journey as a destination – and not one without its bumps in the road. Happy to report, after the quasi-spiritual experience described in the show, when she passed nine times through the Mên-an-Tol stones in Cornwall, famed for their healing properties, “I’ve felt fine since. Absolutely fine! I mean, life is hard at the moment, but it’s hard for everyone. I take the RD Laing approach of, it’s perfectly rational for us to feel insane.” But generally, she says, “I’m feeling good right now.”" Hmm...

3. More on RFK Jr - a news feature in Nature (26/08). It's an article asking what is really driving the rise in autism?  RFK Jr is blaming an environmental toxin, but years of research have indicated that autism diagnoses have changed as diagnostic methodology has evolved. The predisposing causes appear to be genetic (possibly de novo mutations in the parents germ cells) with environmental factors being secondary. (This does appear, on first reading, to tie autism into a form of evolutionary process, rather a poisoned population).

I have a feeling that these postscripts may be continuing ...