Sunday, 15 January 2012 | By: Rich Boden

A Worth-y Memorial

I have just watched the first episode of Call The Midwife, BBC One’s six-part adaptation of Jennifer Worth’s memoirs of her life as a midwife in the East End of London in the 1950s. I have to say, I’m really, really happy that BBC have done such a wonderful job.


I think it was some time in the early summer of 2008 that my affair with Jenny Lee (the young Jennifer Worth) began. I was going to the USA for a conference and a short holiday and so I went with a friend to a big bookshop to find suitable material to take with me. On the “Bestsellers” shelf a book “Shadows of the Workhouse” caught my eye - workhouses, prisons, hospitals, great houses - I love the memoirs of people who have worked in them or books about their histories. I bought it without really paying much attention to the subject matter other than that it was set in the East End in the 1950s, and was the memoir of a midwife. That midwife was Jennifer Worth, or Jenny Lee as she was in the 1950s. I took the book with me to the US and whilst reading it out there, I found that it was actually the second in a series.


At the end of my trip, I was scheduled to fly from Newark to Amsterdam and then on to the UK, overnight. I got to the airport in plenty of time, took my illicit supply of Valium, fell fast asleep on the plane only to wake up 3h later to find we were still on the runway - some storm had delayed us. Eventually we made it back to Amsterdam but, annoyingly, we had gained time and I now had 4h to wait for my connecting flight. My iPod battery was dead, my laptop battery was dead. I was dog-tired and grumpy and so settled down and read “Shadows of the Workhouse”. I’d not read beyond the first chapter thus far but I read the entire thing, cover-to-cover in 4h and was in tears by the end.


Seldom does a book reduce me to tears but this one managed it! I can’t say why because it would be a spoiler but as soon as I got home, I ordered the first book in the series “Call The Midwife” and devoured it in hours again. Worth writes in a very evocative way and brings the world of the 1950s East End back to life with all the sights, sounds and smells described in perfect detail. Every character right down to the meths drinkers and whores were loveable in some way. One thing that struck me was that Jennifer, even in her early 20s and a complete fish out of water, never judged anyone. She treated every patient with the professional dignity that was drilled into nurses of the Old School and never once cut corners or complained. Ok, she vented with her colleagues - but that’s normal. Her professionalism is a lesson to everyone, I think.


I later read the third instalment, “Farewell To The East End”, which tackles the slum clearances and the replacement of tenement blocks with tower blocks and the subsequent issues that arose from that. Jenny eventually fell in love, married and moved on from her career in midwifery to have children and then took up studying the piano, I assume to pass time whilst her children were little, but she was eventually of an extremely high grade. She then worked as a night sister and various other posts in hospitals for some years before giving it all up for her music.


I found out not too long ago that Jennifer had written another book - this time one about death and dying, entitled “In The Midst Of Life”. It took the form of a series of stories about people that she had nursed through death, their families, her own family members - the essential point being that 100 years ago, we let people die. Now, we try to prevent that, even when someone is clearly going to be dead, say, in a week, we will intervene to make sure they stay here that long. We give treatment for cancer that prolongs life by weeks or months but also prolongs suffering for the patient and family, even if perhaps they don’t realise it at the time. I don’t agree with all of Jennifer’s view in the book but it is indeed very moving and fascinating and I think something everyone in the medical profession should read.


I became aware that the Midwife Trilogy, as they are know, were to be made into a BBC drama - I was very happy to hear this since they are books that almost read as a screenplay - you can see it all on TV as you read it. The BBC seem to have done a lovely job - which I will expand more on after the second episode but I strongly recommend both the books and the series.


Jennifer Worth died in 2011, having never seen the TV adaptation of her memoirs, but it is so true to her original work that I think it is a great memorial to her and her wonderful books.

Wednesday, 11 January 2012 | By: Rich Boden

Who Do You Mink You Are?

I’ve just been discussing water aminals with one of my favourite Twitter scientists (and fellow King’s College London alumnus, though he started there after I’d left) @jayneale and he mentioned mink, which reminded me of fieldwork story so I said I’d blog it for him to read, and here it is, for everyone to read!


In the early summer of 2006, I spent some time working at the University of Bergen in their Marine Biological Station as per this map (you can streetview it), at the end of Espelandsvegen. The floating pontoon thingy out in the fjord is where our work was done - we had giant bags containing thousands of litres of fjordwater, into which plankton blooms were induced by adding nutrients. The overall aim was to look at how increased carbon dioxide levels would effect a planktonic bloom event - my work concentrated on sulfur gases released when these blooms die.



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There were about 20 of us there at any point in time and we were mostly scientists from the UK and Germany but we did have intermittent visits from IT people (to learn more about how scientists work so they can develop better software for us) and spouses/family members. As field campaigns go, it wasn’t managed that well though scientifically, it was a pleasant experience and the bonding of most of the team there was really nice. 


The Station comprises a boat house and dock and two main buildings, built fairly recently. The first contains the laboratories, a seminar room and office space and the second contains 20 bedrooms with bunk beds and en suite bathrooms, a massive kitchen suitable for catering, a living area and, of course, a sauna. We had a lot of fun borrowing the boats after each day of work and going out to explore the various islands, in the manner of Swallows and Amazons, renaming Veste Synsthoimen as “Goat Island”, as it was being used to graze goats at the time - cute little chaps they were too - very inquisitive and tiny! Søre Egdholmen became “Slug Island” as that was just about the only distinguishing feature and, once, we made it all the way over to Tyssøy, which was “Crab Island” for the number of broken shells we found on the rocky shore.


We seldom left the Station other than to buy food at the Supermarket, in bulk. Foot in Norway costs a fortune but with 20 of us, it worked out about £15 each per day. As a special treat, we could just about afford (from our own pockets, not the budget!) a couple of bottles of beer each day. During the National Day Parade on 17th May, we were not only allowed into Bergen itself but we actually took part in the Parade! Long story…


Whilst the Station is quite modern, a facility had been there for many years as there was an old, derelict Station behind it (now demolished). It was a huge old building with peeling paint, holes in the floors, creepy old bits of furniture and decor left here and there - a great place to go and take pictures. One evening, after a few beers, a few of us thought it would be a fun time to go and explore the Old Station and off they went. Myself and the only other person who stayed behind in the Station on the pretext of “being tired” both had the intention of sneaking into the building to scare them, so up we got and ran around the other side of the small hill next to the Station to get behind the Old Station without them seeing us. Once we could hear them moving about inside, we started throwing bits of gravel through the broken windows to scare them. Giggling and trying to be quiet whilst stumbling about a bit pissed, suddenly we heard the most blood-curdling, sickening noise I have ever heard in my life. It sounded like a baby being strangled to death, it was just terrifying. We screamed. They all screamed inside the building and ran outside. We then, as a big group, for safety in numbers, decided to track the noise down. 


We discovered that the culpret wasn’t the enormous beast fresh from Hell that our minds had conjured but a tiny juvenile European mink (Mustela lutreola L.), absolutely terrified out of his wits having been woken up by a gaggle of scientists. The poor little thing soon settled as we walked away and left him alone. We saw him a few times (or could’ve been a different one) around the Station in the coming weeks, exploring and trying to find out who all of these people wandering about by his home were. Very elegant creatures and SO fast! The only downside is that sickening scream that they have. I tried to find an example on YouTube to share but the noise is probably so evil that it’s banned from being recorded!

Sunday, 1 January 2012 | By: Rich Boden

"There will be another song for me..."

To cut a long story short, I’ve been rediscovering music I found whilst packing. The year is about to turn and two verses of “MacArthur Park” come to me:



“There will be another song for me, for I will sing it,
There will be another dream for me, someone will bring it,
I will drink the wine while it is warm,
And never let them catch me looking at the sun,
And after all the loves in my life, you’ll still be the one…



I will take my life into my hands, and I will use it,
I will win the worship in their eyes, and I will lose it,
I will have the things that I desire,
And my passion flow like ribbons to the sky!
And after all the loves in my life, after all the loves in my life,
I’ll be thinking of you, and wondering why”



And so ends 2011. Happy New Year!