Scotland Taxes Tobacco And Alcohol
Scotland has added extra taxes to large stores that sell tobacco and alcohol. It seems to have had the effect of getting some Sainsbury supermarkets to not sell tobacco. It’s reported here on the BBC.
Although I applaud any measure to reduce smoking, I’m not totally sure about this one. It will harm the profits of the big supermarket groups and they will react, by perhaps not investing in stores and jobs north of the border.
And of course, smokers will still get their fix, by probably buying tobacco from bootleggers and others.
I would prefer to see all tobacco sales in large supermarkets as that would perhaps make it more difficult for kids to get hold of them. After all, when did you hear of a large chain of stores selling cigarettes or alcohol to those underage.
My House Is Trying To Kill Me!
23:00 I’m sitting here with the heating off. I have the underfloor heating box open and the pipes are cold, so no heat is coming into the room from the heating. The air conditioning is off. But I can feel the temperature is rising.
I should say that I have a Maplin temperature meter and this agrees with the one in the air conditioning system. They are both saying 22°C and forty percent humidity.
I’ve checked and the boiler has shut down, but the temperature downstairs is going up and is now at 24°C and rising. All the floors downstairs are hot, when surely they should be cold as the boiler switched itself off an hour ago. In fact, I think I might have started to see the temperature rise start when it shut itself off at ten o’clock.
It’s the sort of story you read in horror films. But now we do know I was boiled as it actually gets hotter in this house overnight.
It also explains why I felt so much better in Liverpool. It wasn’t Liverpool, but it wasn’t being in this killer house.
23:30 – The meter was showing 25°C when I brought it upstairs and threw the windows wide open, which brought the temperature back to 22°C.
23:50 – The meter was showing 24°C downstairs and the floors are still hot. The air-con meter shows 20°C upstairs, but it seems rather hotter than that to me.
I shall be doing some serious investigating in the morning.
One conclusion is that neither the top or the bottom zones work. If the heating is on it piles heat out willy-nilly no matter what the settings of the thermostats.
This House Has Form
I’ve said that this house is trying to kill me, by boiling me up. Look what the builders found in the back of a cupboard in the bathroom.
So I wasn’t its first victim.
Putting It Straight
I liked this sign at the KC Stadium in Hull.
No-one was smoking, so the message must be getting through.
Smoking In The Car Isn’t Good For You
Any sensible person knows that smoking anywhere is not a good idea, but now scientists have shown that you can exceed toxic limits in a car. It’s all here on the BBC.
As I rarely go in a car and certainly not one that ever gets smoked in, if smoking was banned in cars, I wouldn’t bother personally. Although, I believe if smoking stopped in this country, we’d all have a better standard of living and the NHS would see less cancer.
According to this article, we raise about £12.1 million from taxes related to tobacco, so we might have a budget hole to fill.
But then every action has an equal and opposite reaction. How many people have changed their evening habits because now all pubs and restaurants are smoke free? And how many jobs has that created.
Politicians interfere Too Much In Health Care
Not me that said that, but the view of Dame Ruth Carnall in this article about stroke care in London. This is an extract.
She went on to criticise politicians for interfering too much in health changes.
She said: “Politicians too often reduce complex medical arguments to soundbites.
“Compromise is a mistake but is hard to resist. There is a political aversion to major changes as we’ve seen with the debate over A&Es.”
But then politicians love to interfere and the sooner we get more politicians who are caring people first and politicians second, the better.
The trouble with healthcare is that for serious problems, there just isn’t the money to have super-duper unit for that problem at every hospital. So especially in places like London, cutting the number of units for each speciality is a good thing.
I would also say do we want to go back to the 1950s and 1960s, where there were loads of local general hospitals, which did everything and usually did it in a less than perfect way. I can’t remember anyone in those days, who was totally pleased with the service they got from the local hospitals in Barnet and Enfield. I, myself, have a gammy arm, which may well have been caused by substandard treatment when it was broken by the school bully.
Surely, the wonderful outcome of the Fabrice Muamba case, should be a lesson to everybody. He was probably saved by the absolutely top-class emergency treatment he revived on the pitch by a cardiologist who happened to be in the crowd and a swift removal to a cardiac hospital.
According to Dame Ruth, London now has eight major stroke units and the political delays cost seven hundred lives.
Two Parcels From Roche
I thought the Softclix device had failed so Roche sent me a new one. I also needed some lancets, so Roche sent me some of those.
They both arrived the same day as expected, but one was by courier and the other by Royal Mail.
You’d think they’d use one company!
Marie Stopes
Marie Stopes are rather having a problem with opening a branch in Northern Ireland.
I once met a senior guy from the organisation. He told me, that they do a lot of work in the field of sexual health that doesn’t get talked about for good political reasons. It’s probably wise, as some of the work they do is not at all controversial here, but in some parts of the world where they work, their workers would probably be attacked.
Back To The Fleet Street Clinic
C and myself used to go here, for our annual flu jabs.
About three years ago, I was unhappy about my cholesterol and went to a private dietician in Ipswich to see if they could help me. They could and did, but sadly they no longer practice at that address.
As a coeliac, I do like to see if I’m doing things right, and as I’d found that the Fleet Street clinic had a dietician, I arranged an appointment for this morning with their private dietician; Ruth Kander.
As I suspected on past experience of the clinic and dieticians in general, I received the quality of professional advice, that I expected.

