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Is God a Diagnostic Molecular Imager?
Read more: Is God a Diagnostic Molecular Imager?Well, He, She or It seems to be a prevailing theme for many of these blogs. God. Does He, She, It exist? How do we know? Does the knowledge liberate us or further constrain our paltry attempts to be free agents beyond the scheme of an all-seeing Fate? It’s a good week for God doubters.… Know More
I Should Cocoa
Read more: I Should CocoaWhen I wrote the title for this piece, it occurred to me that most of my readership (which is truly multi-national) would not understand its nuances. The phrase I should cocoa means that you are not going to do something, whatever someone has asked of you (see the following explanation). It is rhyming slang and… Know More
A Vampire May Visit You Tonight
Read more: A Vampire May Visit You TonightMaybe there have always been fears of the bloodsucker. I remember as a child, wading in streams and ponds and watching diligently for a leech to attach itself to my welly. I was magnetised and terrified at the same time, wanting to see whether it could suck my blood through the rubber. It never materialised… Know More
Ghana’s young middle class: cutting and running
Read more: Ghana’s young middle class: cutting and runningI was at a glam wedding in Accra this weekend, a tapestry of beautiful people enjoying themselves. There were several events, culminating in a dance on the final night of the two days of eating and drinking. I don’t propose to talk about the clergyman and his self-indulgent sermonising both in the wedding service and… Know More
Surviving the Worst
Read more: Surviving the WorstHardiness is a much valued human characteristic. It often underpins bravery. We love hearing about how miners survive underground explosions, children are pulled from rubble, pensioners take on and defeat robbers or cats who travel a thousand miles back to their original homes, after their human families moved to another part of the country. On… Know More
Staying Abreast of Women’s Fashion
Read more: Staying Abreast of Women’s FashionI am on a train travelling at high speed towards Paris. Suddenly it is cooler. The heat of the south is giving way to weather much like one might expect in East Anglia in the UK. People in the carriage are donning extra clothes. A woman in the seat in front has screwed down a… Know More
A Night at the Opera, Rural French Style
Read more: A Night at the Opera, Rural French StyleWe are still in France for one more week, the weather is as hot as Accra but the air is dry and, being up a mountain, there is a clean crispness that is very reviving. It is a perfect counterpoint to the humidity of equatorial Ghana and I am made to feel like a swallow… Know More
Vodafone: Polluters of an African Heritage
Read more: Vodafone: Polluters of an African HeritageHere I am in France, with space for reflection after a rather hectic time of it. I am at an age when, gradually, assumptions are made that with the passing years the vital edge of analytical thought decreases and the demand for my labour consequently diminishes. I finished my ten year stint with the British… Know More
Phone sex and basic instincts…
Read more: Phone sex and basic instincts…Sometimes I feel I have to write a blog because something has happened which, I know, is another step towards a change in human affairs and that my grandchildren will be living in times that make today prosaic by comparison. On QI, that TV programme which occasionally reaches the twin peaks of erudition and comedy… Know More
I Spy
Read more: I SpyLeaving the grotesque nature of war aside and the appalling way that international politics is geared to decrease the chances of states like Ghana from achieving trade parity with the west, the news recently on other obscene fronts is equally dispiriting. Spying and assassinations are all the vogue. Israeli hit squads travel across borders to… Know More