Here's a quick reminder that some parking rules are made for very valid reasons. Can you see the harm caused by this driver? Scroll down for a closer look.
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Think before you park illegally
Prostate Cancer Diary Day One (of how many?)
When I woke up today I found I was thinking about prostate cancer treatment; not just my prostate cancer treatment, about which I must make a decision in the next few days, but prostate cancer in general. More specifically, my mind was going over the timing of that treatment and as I put on my dressing gown and headed for the stairs, the term lackadaisical came to mind, What a strange a word that is. I should look it up in the OED.
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| Prostate cancer (PCa) under a microscope |
But when I got downstairs, I remembered something else: I need to reconfigure the WiFi. Most of our devices work fine, except the printer, and I need the printer to make paper copies of the latest correspondence from the urologist.
I didn't fix the printer this yesterday, when I realized there was a problem, because my partner, CC, was using the Internet at the time. That would not have been a big deal six or seven years ago, but these days CC suffers from chronic fatigue and is cognitively impaired due to two brain haemorrhages and an insidious genetic condition. She also sleeps until nine in the morning most days and so stuff like reconfiguring the WiFi router is best done then.
Today, by the time I made my cereal and coffee and sat down to catch up on email and news, I could already hear CC getting up to go to the bathroom. When that happens I listen for her to walk back to her room because, if she is not planning to go back to sleep, she will typically call downstairs to ask for a beverage. Today she requested a ginger ale, not the usual tea or hot chocolate. I took her a glass of GA and decided to do the WiFi tomorrow.
Which was fine because I need to write down the big idea I had when I woke up this morning thinking about the days that have passed between the various stages of my prostate cancer diagnosis and treatment. The idea? Write a diary!
Yes, I know writing a diary is not an original idea. Indeed, it would be natural to expect that a human in their eighth decade, one who has been writing stuff for seven of those decades, an educated chap who for many years earned a living from his writing, would be no stranger to keeping a diary. Yet somehow I've managed to get this far without keeping track of my thoughts any actions on a daily basis.
Of course, as a true writer, an old school writer, the thought "must write a diary" was not immediately followed by the act of putting pen to paper. No, my first impulse was to tell myself I needed to buy a diary to write in. Pretty sure I've seen A5-size diaries at Sainsbury's. So maybe the next step on this journey is drive there, grab a diary and an early lunch, and ponder my prostate cancer treatment options.
Given the stage I am at, technically known as Grade Group 3, Gleason 7 (4+3), organ-confined, the basic choice is between surgery to remove the prostate, or a combination of radiotherapy and hormone therapy to kill off the cancerous cells and the testosterone on which they feed.
Music: Medicine Show by Big Audio Dynamite
Nutrients: Did not find a suitable diary at Sainsbury's, but picked up a nice roasted chicken.
Meds and such: Daily Pills ✔ G&T Tonic ✔ Spermidine✔ CBD ✘ Banana ✔
Terminology: OED = Oxford English Dictionary, specifically complete version, which is 1000 pages long because it details the history off all English words. You can access the basics online, but the gory details are firewalled. Today I realized my annual subscription has lapsed. It's £100 per year for Brits, which is a bloody cheek because it's only $100 for Americans. That's currently about a 25% discount. I could maybe VPN my way to paying dollars, but not today.
On the edge of my home town: drone's eye view of Coventry's west side
Using drones to make movies and take pictures can be a lot of fun. It offers new ways in which to see our world, ways previously limited to birds and flying insects. I took up drone photography as a hobby last December (2025). I recorded this footage in January and added a bit of sound and text.
Talk about mixed emotions
I am writing this in the waiting room of the nuclear medicine facility at UHCW (University Hospitals Coventry and Warwickshire). I am about to have a bone scan to see if the cancer in my prostate has spread beyond said organ. This procedure requires me to be out of the house for about six hours. Not normally a problem, but…
…two weeks ago, Chey’s slow cognitive decline accelerated and it has not yet rebounded. This means that, for the first time ever, I felt the need to have a professional carer present in our home while I was absent from it.
On the plus side, living in Coventry means that we have access to affordable, professional, compassionate care. And one of those professional compassionate carers is currently at the house in case Chey needs anything while I am gone.
Arranging this care is partly a dry run for when I have to go in for prostate cancer treatment which could, probably will, limit my abilities to look after Chey myself for a couple of weeks.
So that’s the first pair of mixed emotions. I’d rather not have prostate cancer and I’d rather Chey had her full cognitive and physical abilities restored, but in the absence of those things we are fortunate to have access to care and support that we need. (A big shout out to Carers Trust Heart of England for it’s excellent work supporting carers.)
Another set of mixed emotions involves our dearly departed Lola, a lovely feline companion for the last five years. Sadly, she became ill three months ago and it turned out to be inoperable stomach cancer, so we had to say goodbye. That was also two weeks ago.
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| Lola |
Thankfully, Lola left us with many wonderful memories and thousands of cat pics! However, at the risk of sounding overly dispassionate and pragmatic, her departure has also eased the care burden on me, enabling me to focus more on Chey, while also supporting my mum (who it must be said, is healthier than both of us and looking forward to her 97th birthday next month).
So there’s #Hope that Chey will improve and my prostate cancer can be treated without a gap in care for Chey. And there’s #Gratitude that we are in a position to access the treatment and care we need. We both have books still to write and places yet so go.
Yes, as cruel months go, February, 2026 has been quite the contender (wry literary reference for anyone who’s had to read T. S. Eliot). But at least we’ve witnessed the first arrest of an heir to the throne in over 350 years!
As time permits I will be writing up notes on Chey’s health and mine. In the meantime, offerings to the weather gods would be appreciated. Seeing a lot more sun and a lot less rain would help, preferably before April.
P.S. I already made a website to share Chey's underlying health issues, it's called She's No Okay, Yet.
My 2025 output, from jagged AI to video takes, with sides of cybercrime, infosec, medicine, and anti-misogyny
This was a great opportunity to be remunerated for digging deep into several areas of great interest and concern, areas in which I have a lot of history. (I was fortunate to have spent my last eight years of regular employment working with cybersecurity experts who had pioneered the use of machine learning, neural networks, and artificial intelligence — and I mean real experts, not techbros seduced by AI hype).
That was timely because my partner and I had just discovered that unknown number of the two dozen books that we have authored since 1992 were among the pirated volumes that the company known as Anthropic downloaded and used without permission. Thankfully, several authors sued Anthropic in a case that is referred to as Bartz v. Anthropic. The Authors Guild says the class action suit was "brought by authors against an AI company for using books without permission to train large language models." Naturally, we wrote about this and listed which of our books might be involved.
A great band you may not NO
Just over a decade ago I encountered a cool band out of Echo Park, Los Angeles, that went by the name of NO. I thought they had a very distinctive sound and their songs had lyrics that stuck with me. Give this track a listen and see if you agree: Leave the door wide open
There's a glow up over the city the city.
There's a glow up over us all.
That rooftop gig was not my first time seeing the band live. NO played a company party in 2012 where it was obvious that they were something special. They can create a very rich sound without it becoming noise, generating powerful emotional tension by restraining that big sound until just the right moment.
Disclaimer: I realize musical recommendations from old white guy may not be compelling to everyone, but this is an old white guy who loves good music, who once endured three days outdoors in cold English rain to catch artists like Santana, Led Zeppelin, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Jefferson Airplane, and Fairport Convention, in a single weekend (Bath Festival of Blues and Progressive Music, 1970).
Lifting awareness of male supremacy: an elevator pitch with a twist
In my opinion the solution to male supremacism is — or at least begins with — men and women improving their understanding of each other. One huge gap in mutual understanding that I see is the risk gap: far too few men truly comprehend the amount of risk that women have to deal with each and every day, throughout their lives.
According to a vast range of studies and statistics, life is a lot riskier for women than it is for men, even in so-called advanced countries like the US and UK. If you doubt this, consider this observation from a woman I know:
What a luxury it is not to have to think about being assaulted while you go about your day, to feel safe in a rideshare, loiter in a park, relax in a bar, walk home alone from work at night. — Soraya Chemaly
If you are still not convinced that women are forced to live with more risks than men, I have a question for you:
A man and a woman get into an elevator. Which one is doing risk assessment?
If you’re a man and your first thought was the woman, good for you! It sounds like you may have what it takes to truly understand what I mean about life being riskier for women. If you're a man and answered the woman and immediately felt discomfort, sadness, shame, or anger that even now, in 2025, this is how things: Congratulations! You have real potential to make this world a better place, a place where women feel as safe as men.
I'm talking about a place where women can enjoy the luxury of not having to think about being assaulted while they go about their day. A place where male supremacy is not exacting a constant toll on our mothers, sisters, daughters, partners, wives or lovers. A place in which it is no longer the case that:
...men’s relative freedom of movement and safety are unspoken privileges. And we pay for them dearly every day. — Soraya Chemaly
To be clear, I think men can and should make this world a place where women are free to live the lives they choose for themselves, and it safe for them to do so. As I've said, it’s going to take a lot of hard work, but I truly believe this work will make life a whole lot better for both men and women.
And there is one relatively easy piece of work we can all do right now: ask the elevator question (or the lift question if you’re in the UK, Ireland, Australia, New Zealand, or South Africa).
Working the Elevator/Lift Question
I’ve been asking the elevator question for many years in many different settings and I find it's an effective and relatively non-confrontational way of raising awareness of how different life is for men and women due to the huge gap in their risk exposures. And to say that I’ve learned a lot by asking this question would be huge understatement.
First of all, almost all women answer the woman. I had expected this when I first came up with the question, but I wasn't prepared for how many women said it right way, I mean instantly, sometimes loudly and with feeling.
And I had not expected at all was the unprompted outpouring of elevator risk management strategies, some of which I will paraphrase here:
- I always head to the back of the elevator.
- If the elevator’s empty and the man goes first, I pretend I’ve forgotten something and don’t get in.
- If the elevator’s empty, like it’s just him and me, I just don’t get in.
- If it’s just me and and a man waiting for the elevator I take the stairs.
- I always take the stairs, and not because I need the exercise.
- If I’m the only woman waiting for an elevator I make sure my keys are in my hand.
For me, these strategies shine a bright light on the huge gulf between the way men and women experience daily life; and the fact that women are doing this is a concrete evidence of the insidious nature of male supremacy.
This risk gap, and the way that it reflects all the things that make up male supremacy today — the persistent misogyny, the enduring patriarchal structure of society and its institutions, the appalling level of violence against women — needs to be openly discussed by all of us. And I mean all of us everywhere, at dinner parties, in staff meetings, over drinks after work, and in our homes.
Which brings me to the elevator pitch, sometimes called the elevator speech, lift speech, or elevator statement. Wikipedia defines elevator pitch as: "a short description of an idea, product, or company that explains the concept in a way such that any listener can understand it in a short period of time."
I've written a ton of these during my time as an entrepreneur, author, and film producer. Here's my elevator pitch explaining why we should be asking the elevator question:
"If you're looking for a way to raise awareness of how unequal life still is for people who are not rich white men, especially for the more than 50% of people who present as female or feminine, pose the following question whenever you get a chance: A man and a woman get into an elevator. Which one is doing risk assessment?"
If the elevator ride is a longer one, I would add suggestions as to who should hear this question: your partner, your friends, your work colleagues, the people you meet at conferences, sports events, coffee shops and bars.
p.s. If you already know this stuff, recommend Soraya's book to folks who don't. Better yet, buy them a copy.











