A great walk, ruined

Yesterday was a wild one. The rain cleared out early in the morning, but the wind persisted all day, and I couldn’t resist an afternoon walk with the camera and some Norwegian deep house. I did just about 7km and saw several (or more) birds, including this Caspian Tern (Hydroprogne caspia)…

…the world’s largest tern, which apparently has “a subcosmopolitan but scattered distribution”. (i.e. It’s found all over the world, but only in patchy or isolated areas all over the world. Rasper Point was one of those areas yesterday afternoon.

All was going well, and I was really enjoying my time, when suddenly, I saw someone else on my beach.

Walk. Ruined.

Absolutely shocking.
How very dare they? Do they not know the rules of windy, weekday afternoons on the Agulhas coast?

That’s my time, on my beach, with my Caspian Terns and my Norwegian deep house music.

Go and find somewhere else to be. Honestly.

It’s not just about measles

More from YLE: Your Local Epidemiologist. And they are still banging on about measles.

I (last) “banged on about it” here.
Great post, that. Just enough rant, balanced nicely with facts and an appropriate amount of sarcasm.

Anyway…

The latest newsletter from YLE has the same title as this post. That’s not coincidence – I copied it.

Because it makes a very good point:

It’s not just about measles. It’s about what measles represents.

As scientists, having worked and studied hard for many years to become experts in our fields, we need to remember that not everyone is like us. Some people studied hard to become mechanics or accountants or teachers. And what seems obvious to us, perhaps only seems obvious to us because of our studying and our expertise. Much like the reasons behind a broken engine will be more obvious to a mechanic, or the meaning of a balance sheet will be more obvious to an accountant. And also teacher… stuff. Probably.

The measles outbreak in the US (and in Europe); the reappearance of a deadly disease that we had completely under control in the developed world is every bit as terrifying as it is completely avoidable.

Measles is a canary in the coal mine. When measles reappears in a country like the U.S., it signals that something has gone seriously wrong. This is a disease we had essentially eliminated—thanks to one of the safest and most effective vaccines in the history of medicine. But the way things are heading, the U.S. is at risk of losing its elimination status this year. This is not just a failure to move forward—it’s the unraveling of decades of progress, representing one of the greatest public health achievements of our era.

It’s a massive failure, and it’s a huge indicator of the high level of mistrust in what is – objectively – clear and obvious, successful science. But as we see regularly in politics, when there is a vacuum of power – or the perception of such – then nefarious parties will take advantage and move in.

It’s because trust has, both due to failures of public health to reach communities and due to well-organized efforts to spread inaccurate information about vaccination, leaving many Americans’ heads spinning as they sort through the noise and figure out who to trust.

We shouldn’t have to keep telling the public just how well vaccines work and just how essential they are: the proof is all there in the data. But maybe we should still have been explaining those data to the public, because in the absence of that sort of communication, others have taken the baton, contorted it, and presented their alternate version to the relay running public.
And as a scientist, it’s both absolutely infuriating that these snake oil salesmen and grifters have peddled their constant lies and unfounded theories around vaccination, and thoroughly depressing that (some) people have looked at the evidence set out before them, and then chosen to believe these venomous blatherskites.

For many in medicine, the resurgence of measles, along with declining rates of routine childhood vaccination, is a concerning sign of what’s to come. If we’re losing ground on measles, we may soon be vulnerable to other vaccine-preventable diseases. Whooping cough cases are already rising. Polio, Hib, or even diphtheria may soon appear in our emergency rooms.

It’s shocking and it’s embarrassing. And YLE’s attempt at a measured response to this upcoming crisis:

…the road back to a world where this isn’t a challenge will not be paved with more facts, fear, or finger-wagging. It will be built, as it always has, through stories and relationships—one respectful, genuine, evidence-based conversation at a time.

is absolutely admirable, but also smacks of someone living in a Walter Mitty world.

Sure, it would be perfect if we had the time, the resources and the ability to talk to concerned, confused parents and families out there and explain to them why they should listen to us and not the other “opinions” on this. But firstly, we don’t have the capacity to do that, and even if we did, in this divided, polarised world, there’s no reason why they would take our word over the nice “doctors” with their brain worms, and their books and supplements to sell. And I say that because if the public could see through the lies and the clever manipulation of the anti-vax lobby, then they would surely have done so already and we wouldn’t be facing this disastrous situation.

This won’t get any better anytime soon.
In fact, without wanting to be pessimistic, I don’t see how it will get any better anytime at all.

I have learned nothing

The internet is back. It came back this morning, and it’s been here every since.

But I have learned nothing. I’m still leaving it late to drop a post in, even though the internet could disappear again at any moment.

And it might, because the weather locally has been quite… “exciting”.

The locals here are moaning about the state of the road out to the village, as if they are some special case that deserves to have their potholes filled and the municipality’s grader at their disposal immediately that there’s a bit of rain.

Especially the guy that EMPHASISES some of his WORDS in every message by using capitals somewhat RANDOMLY!!!

Honestly, it’s not that bad, especially when compared to the rest of the province.

[It was at this point that the internet connection completely disappeared – my deity, I’m such a muppet sometimes]

The cottage has been completely spring cleaned and we’re sitting in front of the fire and looking forward to some dinner.

And the internet is back so I’m uploading this RIGHT NOW!!!

Padel – elitist in the UK as well

I mentioned here that padel is a bit of an elitist sport in South Africa.

Well, just look:

Apparently it’s also a bit of an elitist sport in the UK, as well.

According to the Lawn Tennis Association (LTA), there are currently around 800 padel courts in Britain, but over 400,000 players.
Research by Ray Algar, an expert on the economics of sport and exercise, shows that the average off-peak court hire in the UK is about £30, but peak time prices can reach £80 at some venues.

Thirty quid isn’t far off what a court costs in SA, and while the cost of living here is much lower (meaning that in real terms, padel is more expensive here than there), eighty pounds (basically R2000) an hour is completely ridiculous.

The rise of the racquet sport – usually played in doubles on an enclosed court where balls can be played off the walls – has been helped by influencers and celebrity players such as Stormzy.

I think that Stormzy was the guy who got a lot of the middle-class, white South Africans into padel as well. It’s a perhaps surprising crossover between tax advisory services and accountancy during the day, and then banging out freestyle rhymes over classic grime beats in the evening while playing shit tennis in a fish tank, but it does happen.

The plan in the UK is to open more courts:

As the organisation that looks after padel in the UK, the LTA has launched a new five-year strategy that aims to work with local authorities to build more courts.

See? And the aim here is getting a more diverse cohort involved in the sport. But this has never really worked with polo, and I can’t see it happening with padel in the near future, either.

There are far better options: You can book a 5-a-side court for less than a padel court here, you can spread the cost ten ways instead of four, and all you need is a R200 football instead of four plastic bats whose costs stretch into five figures.

You might not get the inter-game spreadsheet banter that you crave, but it’s still a decent workout.

It’s fine. Padel won’t be around forever, and then it’s only a matter of time until the next elitist fad comes around. And whatever that might be will eventually be “ruined” by letting “common people” have a go at it as well. So I guess the padelers should enjoy it while they can.

Common sense has not entered the chat

A Condor jet missed the evening curfew at Munich Airport by a few seconds, and was therefore diverted to Frankfurt-Hahn some 375km away, where (presumably) there is no such curfew.

The passengers – seconds from landing where they needed to be – ended up with a 40 minute flight to an airport miles from home, and were then bussed to the real Frankfurt airport and caught a morning flight back to Munich.

Gesunder Menschenverstand existiert hier nicht.

That’s about 21 extra tonnes of CO2 added to the atmosphere completely unnecessarily.
These sort of things really do make you ask yourself: “What is the point?”.

It’s just like Sean Lock says:

I feel like I’ve turned up at an earthquake with a dustpan and brush.

And yes, this is Germany, so rules are rules, but honestly, we’re talking a few seconds here, not even a few minutes. Would anyone really have noticed? Well yes, of course, because you know that there is some Helmut who complains that the flights keep him awake each night, but then stays up each night anyway checking that the rules are adhered to (the rules allowing him to go to sleep at a normal hour).
And so he then stays up to listen to the planes that would have kept him awake if he’d gone to bed.

You know the type.
We all know the type.

The irony is that in having to abort the landing, the plane probably made more noise than if it had actually touched down. But don’t let’s allow that sort of sensible thought slip into this story.

The passengers who were so close to arriving where they needed to be, albeit ever so slightly later than they needed to be there, eventually flew back some 8 hours later. And, in a delicious twist of irony, they arrived back at Munich airport slightly after their original plane got there.

Everybody loses. Including the environment.