An easy abundance on the eye.

On a overcast day this rose is a piece of sunshine in my garden.

 © Elliot Sampford 2013

Judicial Hanging!

Fifty years ago, on the 15^th August 1963, Henry John Burnett was the last man to be hanged in Scotland.

At the end of his three day trial, for the murder of Thomas Guyan, he was found guilty on the 25^th July 1963. The jury took only twenty-five minutes to complete it's deliberation and reach it's verdict of guilty on a 13 to 2 majority vote.

It was at 08:00 hours, in Craiginches Prison, Aberdeen, that Harry Allen, Chief Executioner in the United Kingdom, carried out the sentence of the court. The entry for cause of death on the Death Certificate of Henry John Burnett was 'Judicial Hanging'. It's a curious fact that the gallows used were the newest in the UK having been built in 1962. Not only was this the last hanging in Scotland but also the only hanging in Aberdeen for one hundred and fifty years.

Harry Allen was appointed Chief Executioner in October 1955 following the retirement of Albert Pierrepont, the long-serving hangman in England who executed at least 400 people. For fourteen years prior to his appointment as Chief Executioner Mr. Allen had acted as assistant to Mr Pierrepont.

On the 20^th December 1961 Mr. Allen carried out the last execution in Northern Ireland. This was of Robert McGaddery, in the Crumlin Road Gaol, Belfast. On the 13^th August 1964; just two days short of a year after that of Henry John Burnett; he officiated at one of the last two executions in the United Kingdom. He undertook the execution of Gwynne Owen Evans in Strangeways Prison, Manchester. At the same time, close-by in Walton Gaol, Liverpool, his colleague Robert Leslie Stewart (Joint Chief Executioner) terminated the life of Peter Anthony Allen. The two deceased had been found jointly guilty of the murder of John Alen West.

A further execution of note on the 15^th August was that of Josef Jakobs in 1941. Found guilty of being a German spy, he was executed by firing squad in the Tower of London. His was the last execution in the Tower of London.

A year after the executions of Evans and Allen, capital punishment was suspended as a result of 'The Murder(Abolition of Death Penalty) Act 1965'. Capital punishment for murder was abolished in 1969 in Great Britain and in Northern Ireland in 1973.

The inclusion of capital punishment, Judicial Murder, within the constitution and legal system of any country is abhorrent. No civilised, humane country should have the death penalty as a form of punishment within its legal system. Only barbarous states and countries, execute, murder, convicted criminals. Any religion that sanctions the use of the death penalty is a barbaric faith.

 © Elliot Sampford 2013

Revolving 'Storm door structure'.

Image courtesy of  FreeDigitalPhotos.net

How many of you wonder, as you complete your half-circle journey when using one, who invented the revolving door.

Well, the answer is a Swiss-American gentleman called Theophilus Van Kannel – Born 1841, Died 24 December 1919 – is considered as the inventor of the style of revolving door as we know it today. It was on this date one hundred and twenty-five years ago (7th August 1888) that he obtained the United States patent number 387571 for his invention of a 'Storm door structure'.

However, the first world patent was in fact granted, six-and-one-half years before that to Theophilus, to H Bockhacker, from Berlin, who obtained a German patent on the 22^nd December 1881 for his 'Tür ohne Luftzug' (Door without draft of air). It was Van Kannel's design that became the commercial success.

The door was not invented, as some people believed at that time, to stop horses entering into buildings.

It was devised as a means; to prevent wind, dust, snow, rain and other weather elements from entering the internal space when it is used to access a building; to allow persons to pass both in and out at the same moment in time without colliding into each other; the exclusion of street noise intruding into the building; and to reduce the adverse effect of the difference in air pressure inside and outside of a property has on opening conventional hinged-doors in the entrances of a multi-storey edifices. The original design and specification was for a three partition door system. To enable long objects through the revolving door a partition included a hinge facility to allow it to be folded back.

In more recent times additional benefits have materialized from the system. In the control of air-conditioned environments; being an aid to energy efficiency; by keeping warm air in, and cold air out, of a building. In security control the system can be used to manage the flow and speed of persons entering or leaving an area. Within the partitioned sections a scanner can be installed to unobtrusively examine people and their possessions.

Which way do revolving doors circulate? The answer is – in countries which drive on the right-hand side of the road the rotation is normally counter-clockwise whereas in those countries (Australia and New Zealand for example) that drive on the left it is clockwise. It means one travels round with the door the same direction as round a roundabout when in a vehicle. However, to add to the confusion, in the United Kingdom it can be either way. In the City Hall in London they seemed not to be able to decide which is best so installed a duo-counter-rotating revolving door.

For the 'Usefulness of his invention' Van Kannel was awarded the John Scott Medal by the Franklin Institute in 1889. The 'Storm door structure' wasn't his only invention. He went on to develop the 'Cherry Stoner', a 'changeable fulcrum door check', an aid to help close hinged doors automatically, and a fair ground ride called 'Witching Waves' – this was a predecessor of the dodgem type rides – which was installed on Coney Island, New York, in 1907.

I wonder if you will think about Theophilus Van Kannel next time you use a revolving door at the supermarket, department store, office building, or airport.

Amazon.co.uk did not tell me the truth!

I am not at all happy with the service from Amazon.co.uk. When I ordered on the 24^th July the website showed there were three of the item I ordered in stock. Amazon.co.uk confirmed receipt of the order which works on the basis that the item I ordered was in stock and that it would be delivered five to seven days later. On the 25^th July I'm told that my delivery had been dispatched – which means it must have been in-stock – and I could expect the item today and that amazon.co.uk had taken payment as my 'contract to purchase' had been completed. Yesterday (31^st July) I received a telephone call asking me if I would consider accepting a different make and different model with different specifications as an alternative to my ordered item. I confirmed that I wanted what I had ordered and what had been stated as dispatched to me.

Today I'm informed that the item I ordered had not in fact been dispatched, even-though a payment had been taken from my credit card, because they didn't have any in stock.

On the 24^th July 2013, having placed an order on Amazon.co.uk, I received an email with the subject line: 'Your Order with Amazon.co.uk.' They wrote to me: 'Thanks for your order, Elliot Sampford.. . . Delivery estimate: 29 July 2013 – 1^st Aug 2013.' They confirmed: 'This e-mail is only an acknowledgement of receipt of your order and your contract to purchase these items is not complete until we send you an e-mail notifying you that the items have been dispatched to you'. Fair enough.

On the 25^th July 2013 I received the email entitled: 'Your Amazon.co.uk order of . . . has been dispatched.' this confirmed that my contract to purchase the item was complete. The email went on to confirm: 'Dispatch Confirmation Order # xxx-xxxxxxx-xxxxxxx . . . We thought you'd like to know that . . . Your order is on the way, and can no longer be changed . . . Your estimated delivery date is: Thursday, August 01, 2013'. The email also confirmed that payment had been taken for the order: 'Paid by Visa: £xxx.xx.'

On the 30^th July 2013 I received an email from Amazon which said: 'Dear Elliot Sampford, Thank you for placing your order with us. I tried contacting you on the telephone number that we have on file xxxxxxxxxxx but could not get through to you. In order to fulfil your order in timely manner, we instructed our supplier to process and dispatch your order directly to you. They have contacted that there is an issue with the order which we would like to discuss with you. Kindly provide your best contact phone number and a convenient time, or contact us on 084568001708.

Today I received the following email from Amazon: 'Dear Elliot Sampford, It was a pleasure speaking with you earlier. As discussed, I am sorry that we could not supply the exact item that you ordered. I have initiated a full refund for the transaction.

Why was my order accepted for an item of which they had no stock? Why was I informed that a product that didn't exist had been dispatched to me? Why was payment taken for an item that didn't exist?

I am not at all satisfied with the service from Amazon.co.uk and supplier.

I find it totally unacceptable to be mislead by any supplier of goods or services. Especially one that takes money for something that cannot be supplied because it doesn't exist.

I expect to see the refund due to me  on my credit card account tomorrow.

I wonder if any of my readers have had similar problems.

A unique channel crossing.

Was it a bird; was it a plane?

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No: it was Felix Baumgartner taking a quick trip to France without using a ferry or the channel tunnel! He was the first person to skydive across the English channel.

It was on the 31st July 2003 (ten years ago today) at 05:09 hours, that Felix leapt out of a plane at 9000 metres above Dover, England, and headed for Cap Blanc-Nez, near Calais, France, some 35 kilometres away. All he needed for his travel was an aerodynamic jumpsuit with a 1.8 metre XC-K1 composite carbon wing strapped to his back, a tank of oxygen to assist his breathing, and a parachute to help him land as safely as possible.

After exiting the plane he initially reached speeds of 360 kilometres per hour with this reducing to 220 kph during most of his 6 minute and 22 seconds flight. Cloud cover that early morning made his journey a little difficult and after landing Felix said: “I couldn't see the other side so I had no reference point. I was flying over the clouds all the time. But, in the last 2,000 metres I could see those lights right over there so I knew I was going to make it.” Whilst recovering from the exhausting flight safely on French soil he told a BBC reporter: “It was total freedom. If you step out of the aeroplane at this altitude it's perfect because you see the sun rise . . . It's the beginning of the day. You're totally alone, there's just you, your equipment, your wing – and your skills. I like it.”

When I'm crossing the channel from Dover to Calais, I think I'll stick to using my car, a train, and the channel tunnel – even though it will take me 35 minutes.

Lip Dub Lincoln

A lip dub celebration across the historic heart of Lincoln. Dancing and singing along to Take That's Shine and Never Forget.

Well done Lincoln!



Read the story behind the making of Lip Dub Lincoln

Skipping breakfast may increase coronary heart disease risk

The Department of Nutrition at Harvard School of Public Health in Boston, Massachusetts, have published a report based on a large 16-year study of food frequency questionnaire data and tracked health outcomes from 1992 to 2008 on 26,902 male health professionals ages 45-82. The study collected comprehensive questionnaire data from the participants and accounted for many important factors such as TV watching, physical activity, sleep, diet quality, alcohol intake, medical history, BMI, and social factors like whether or not the men worked full-time, were married, saw their doctor regularly for physical exams, or smoked currently or in the past.

The conclusion  finds men who reported that they skipped breakfast had higher risk of heart attack or death from coronary heart disease. The timing of meals, whether it's missing a meal in the morning or eating a meal very late at night, may cause adverse metabolic effects that lead to coronary heart disease. Even after accounting for modest differences in diet, physical activity, smoking and other lifestyle factors, the association between skipping breakfast (or eating very late at night) and coronary heart disease persisted.

Read more details in ScienceDaily: Skipping breakfast may increase coronary heart disease risk

No Inflatables -- Colchonetas No

What could be the repercussions of ignoring this rule?

Mark and Jane were enjoying their two-week honeymoon, staying in her parent's Spanish holiday villa, in a compact residential urbanization in the Costa Blanca. They had been married on Jane's twenty-first birthday and Mark is almost three years older.

It was the seventh day of their married life. The cloudless azure sky was offering no protection from the searing heat of the blazing fireball directly above them. To try to cool themselves they decided to use the communal swimming pool for a refreshing dip in the crystal clear water. It was only the second day that they had used the facility.

On the previous occasion, two days before, it had been brought to their attention, by two of the older and permanent residents within the complex, that the use of inflatable air-beds or similar objects was not permitted in the pool area. George, a placid and polite gentlemen, on entering the area and seeing Mark and Jane's inflatable armchair floating on the water had said: “It's not Edith's and my intention to be killjoys but air-bed type things are not permitted in the pool. The rules displayed on the poolside notice board clearly confirm this fact.”

“My parents own part of this pool so the rules don't apply to us. The rules are only for visitors so we'll do what we want when we want,” retorted Jane.

“The rules are for the safety of everyone using the area,” Edith replied amicably.

“It's a stupid rule,” said Mark, adding as an afterthought, “and we don't need boring old farts telling us what to do.”

From the solarium of the villa they could see that no one else was in the pool area so they decided to continue to ignore the rules and for the second time take the fuchsia blow-up armchair for Jane to use on the water. Mark had purchased the throne for his princess on their visit to the beach, at the start of their holiday, as it was in her favourite colour.

Although both she and Mark were adequate swimmers, Jane found the movement of the floating armchair on the water, when Mark created breaking waves each time he performed one of his show-off dives, a little unnerving. She liked to keep the buoyant armchair close; within a steadying arm's reach; to the promenade edge of the pool to ensure she wasn't tipped over into the water. Especially today as she didn't want to get her hair wet.

After fifteen minutes of Jane sitting relaxed and regal in the floating princess' throne and Mark getting bored with executing his mediocre range of dives he said: “Come on Jane you can't sit there all of the time, get in and have a swim.”

“No; I've told you as we're going out tonight I don't want to get my hair wet. That travel hair dryer is useless.”

“Never mind that I'm sure I've seen a more powerful one in your mum's wardrobe.”

With that Mark dived into the water. Keeping himself underwater, as close to the bottom of the pool as possible, he swam towards Jane and positioned himself directly under the inflatable, invisible to her sitting relaxed above. He bent his legs, bringing his knees as close to his chest as possible, with his feet touching the base of the pool. He stretched his arms straight-up towards the underside of Jane's floating haven and uncoiled his ranine legs, pushing hard onto the floor to give him maximum speed towards the surface. The combination of the forces, of his hands hitting the armchair and the bow wave created by his rapid movement through the water, threw Jane from the lifting, capsizing inflatable towards the side of the pool. Everything happened so quickly and unexpectedly that she wasn't able to react to protect herself. Her scream was silenced when her head crashed into the overhanging kerb-stone of the pool edge.

Pleased with his successful torpedoing of Jane into the water, Mark quickly swam underwater to the shallow end of the pool to protect himself from the anticipated wrath of Jane, by putting distance between the two of them. On surfacing, his underwater internal chuckling changed to external raucous laughing. His eyes were drawn first to the large fuchsia island floating upside-down on the far side of the pool. He looked for Jane, expecting to see her rapidly swimming towards him to reap her revenge. But she wasn't: Jane was lying face down, motionless in the water.

He waited a few moments anticipating a sudden movement when she would start her attack. She remained still: the only movement was the effect of the ripples in the water on her body. He thought she couldn't hold her breath much longer. She didn't raise her head to breathe.

“Come on Jane, enough is enough, stop mucking about.” He waited for a reaction – there wasn't one.

“Jane! Stop it!” he shouted and speedily swam towards her.

On reaching her, he grabbed hold of her shoulder that was furthest away from him and pulled it towards himself to roll her onto her back. He expected her to attack him but she lay motionless. There was no gasping for breath. Her glassy eyes were staring skywards. Her lips had a light blue hue. There was a large graze and bruising to her temple. She was unconscious.

Mark knew he had to get Jane out of the water and get her breathing. He pushed her to the side of the pool. He tried to lift her out but the water was too deep; he couldn't stand on the bottom; so each time he tried, her weight pushed him underwater. He leapt out of the water onto the side, and tried to lift her from there. He couldn't hold on to her wet body, her flimsy bikini didn't give him enough fabric to grip hold of, and she was too heavy for him on his own. They were alone in the swimming pool area.

He started shouting: “Help . . . Help . . . I need help here!”

There wasn't any response. No one seemed to be about. It was the middle of siesta time, the hottest part of the day, so most sensible people were indoors in the cool shade.

The only way he was going to get her out of the water was to move her to the shallow end. He grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her along like a floating manikin.

He continued shouting: “Help . . . Help . . . I need help here in the pool!”

Once he'd got Jane to where he thought the water was shallow enough Mark jumped into the water alongside her. He put his arms underneath Jane and started to lift her. As soon as her body was level with the beige kerb-stones he rolled her away from himself towards the safety of dry land.

He heard a male voice, from the area of the entrance gate into the pool area: “Hello in there, how can I help you?”

“My wife has had an accident in the water. I don't think she's breathing. Please come and help me.”

“The gate is locked. I can't get in.”

“I'll get our key and come and let you in.” Mark said as he rushed to where Jane and he had put their towels. He couldn't find it. “I can't find the bunch of keys. Where the hell is it. . . Damn she must have had it with her sunglasses and mobile phone in the cup holder in the armchair. As it's turned over they're all at the bottom of the pool. Please call 112 and tell them I need an ambulance for her urgently.”

“No problem. I'll also go and find someone who's got a key so the medics can get in when they arrive. I'll get some extra help.”

Mark knew he had to do something to start Jane breathing. He hadn't had any training in giving CPR but he'd seen it being enacted in television programmes. He had to try. Anything was better than nothing.

George and Edith had risen from their siesta and as they leisurely approached the pool area for their daily rejuvenating swim they could see the fuchsia inflatable and Mark leaning over Jane, his arms outstretched in front of himself, repeatedly pushing down on her chest.

“What game are those two love-birds up-to now? We could do without rudeness from them again,” said George.

“There's something wrong George, I can sense it, come on hurry-up let's get in there.”

“She's not breathing; I can't get her to breathe; I don't know what I'm supposed to do!” shouted Mark when they reached him.

“Come on son, get up out the way, let Edith deal with this; she's a retired accident and emergency nurse. I'll do my bit by calling 'Emergencies' on 112.” He refrained from mentioning to Mark that they might be old but they weren't useless old farts. Now was not the time – perhaps later.

Edith went into automatic mode. She knelt down beside Jane, placed one hand over the other, fingers interlocked, on her patients breastbone, in-line with the nipples, and started the rapid depressions. She was thinking to herself: 'Push 1, 2, 3 . . . . 28, 29,30. Hold the head back; make sure the airway is clear; pinch the nose; cover the mouth and blow in two breaths. Push 1, 2, 3 . . .

It was nearly twelve minutes, although it seemed like hours had passed, before they heard the duo-tone siren of the SUMA ambulance coming to help. George had ensured that the entrance gates to the complex and the swimming pool had been secured open to allow the medics fast, easy access. Edith was tiring; her energy and strength almost used up doing CPR during the long wait; and relieved to hand over to the ambulance team. She was despondent, distraught that she hadn't managed to get Jane to return.

The conclusion of the investigation carried out by the Guardia Civil officers who attended the scene was that it was an unfortunate case of accidental death. Jane had become unbalanced when she climbed onto the inflatable armchair, that contrary to the rules of the complex was being used in the swimming pool. She had slipped, fallen, hit the temple part of her head on the poolside kerb-stone, and drowned as a result of being unconscious and lying face down for too long a time in the water. The medical autopsy revealed Jane had a thinning of the skull in the region of her temple resulting in a fracture and an intra cranial haemorrhage.

Mark had been the only witness to what had actually happened and why. He knows who is truly responsible for Jane losing her life; for him becoming a widower at twenty-four years of age; for Jane's parents losing their only daughter.

Will he ignore safety rules in the future?

  © Elliot Sampford 2013

Link between omega-3 fatty acids and increased prostate cancer risk confirmed

A second large, prospective study by scientists at Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center has confirmed the link between high blood concentrations of omega-3 fatty acids and an increased risk of prostate cancer.

The latest findings indicate that high concentrations of EPA, DPA and DHA -- the three anti-inflammatory and metabolically related fatty acids derived from fatty fish and fish-oil supplements -- are associated with a 71 percent increased risk of high-grade prostate cancer. The study also found a 44 percent increase in the risk of low-grade prostate cancer and an overall 43 percent increase in risk for all prostate cancers.

The increase in risk for high-grade prostate cancer is important because those tumors are more likely to be fatal.

Alan Kristal, Dr.P.H., the senior author of the report that was published on the 11th July in the online edition of the Journal of the National Cancer Institute, and member of the Fred Hutch Public Health Sciences Division is quoted as saying: "We've shown once again that use of nutritional supplements may be harmful."

Read more in ScienceDaily: Link between omega-3 fatty acids and increased prostate cancer risk confirmed

Garden Reclamation

Where's my lawn gone?

 Last Thursday we returned home, after our ten weeks visit to Spain, to find our neatly mown back-garden lawn; not quite up to the standard of a tennis court; had turned into a meadow and the previously tidy shrubberies looking like miniature jungles. The grass had grown to knee level for an average height person but for a shorty like me it was up to my thigh.

 On Friday afternoon, assisted only by my middle-aged electric hover lawnmower, I began my garden reclamation. I couldn't delay the start as the rotary washing line had to be brought into use, without delay, and part of is circle of operation was above the lawn. After working for a nearly two hours in the heat from the blazing sun in the cloudless azure sky, and the added fact that the Wimbledon Men's Semi-final was being shown on the television, I stopped for the day with only part of the task done.

I've almost found it!

Three more mornings of half-day working; had to take into account the Wimbledon Finals on Saturday and Sunday, and the afternoon siesta periods; were needed to return the lawn, its edging, and neighbouring nine inches wide strips of the edges of the shrubberies back to some resemblance of acceptability. The cut grass is looking beige and dry but the emerald green hue will soon return.

There it is!

During the time of my labours I was constantly under the observation of the resident family of Blackbirds. They were vigilantly inquisitive, seemingly happy that they could probe for worms and grubs on the newly cut area. They were venturing very close to me, and my hover, quickly moving into fresh pastures beige.

It's keeping its eye on me.