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Philip's Beaches by Bruce Harris
A British diplomat drops everything to rescue his reporter brother from a war zone, and reflects on their relationship; by Bruce Harris.
The door to the pilots' cabin is slightly ajar, to enable immediate communication if it becomes necessary, and I am only a few yards behind them, so any crisis arising can be dealt with. At last, that sense of events hurtling rapidly out of my control has subsided a little. I have even occasionally managed something like dozing in the last twenty minutes, a rest for my aching body and mind.
The big air ambulance has one patient centrally placed and medical equipment, including monitors, on both sides. Incongruous as an armed ambulance may be, we are still in dangerous country and we do have a few sophisticated armaments, including machine guns and even a few small missiles, the airborne equivalent of mortars. My sister in law Ellen, along with Olawale and Kebe, a doctor and nurse respectively, are in the centre with me; at the back, in front of a complex dashboard, a thin young guy called Peter Gibson is keeping a careful eye on what's happening on the ground and in a twenty mile radius around us. Though he looks only recently emerged from adolescence, Peter has already demonstrated his considerable tracking and hacking abilities and he has had a lot to do with our success so far. Olawale and Kebe are Nigerian, as are the pilot and co-pilot; Olawale is once again checking his patient to ensure he is moving as little as possible, even though the best of pilots cannot avoid causing some movement.
The unconscious figure on the bed is my brother Philip. My name is Simon Harrington, and Philip is my elder by two years. We are by no means away yet from the possibility that the second 'is' in that sentence might shortly become 'was.' However, I am so tired now that I do not have enough physical or emotional strength to dwell too closely on the possible loss of my brother, to whom I have always been devoted, if in a sometimes critical and exasperated spirit.
I glance across at his wife Ellen, who shares both devotion and exasperation, even if her devotion is of a different nature - they have never made any secret of their passion for each other. Ellen is bright eyed, good-looking in a clean cut, outdoor girl way; she is generally effervescent, thirty something and full of life, curiosity and energy, but now she is pale, streaked with sweat and exhausted. At last, she's asleep, propped up against the side of the 'copter, her head fallen forward and her breathing more regular.
I look up again at Olawale, who is very tall and very thorough in his constant checking of monitors and life signs. He doesn't look at me, and I wonder if my constant questions and anxiety are irritating him. Kebe, a more naturally communicative soul and a pharmacist as well as a nurse, is putting ingredients together to make the medicine required; she manages to grin and nod at me. Philip is so bereft of life and colour that I cannot be other than anxious. But the doctor has noticed me again.
'No change, Simon. I will say if there is, I do assure you,' he says, loudly enough to register over the noise of the 'copter.
I nod and close my eyes to try and doze again. I am so used to Phil's animation, his careful, assessing eyes turning to me, his head tilting slightly as he prepares to listen. And he is - that dubious present tense again - a good listener, assimilating and reacting. This statuesque, pallid body is difficult to associate with the multi-faceted being of my elder brother.
I move carefully towards the rear, where Peter is watching the terrain below us sweeping by, as well as checking his various contacts. Once again, he seems to detect my arrival without looking round, but his voice is as steady and sympathetic as ever.
'You're looking to check on where the hell we are, I take it,' he says, 'and whether anything is coming up to follow us or tracking us from below. As far as I can see, 'no' and 'no.' We will shortly be well clear of the West African coast, and heading rapidly for Gibraltar, where we can whip your brother straight into hospital and hopefully soon see him up and about again.'
Hopefully. The crucial word which serves to throw cold water over his reassurance. I am still feeling pangs of anger, directed mainly at Philip.
You never have been too good at taking into account the consequences of your actions, Phil. An African President, ruling a small country which most of your British readers probably haven't heard of, is spending his time busily disposing of anyone who crosses him and making life a misery for his people, some of whom are resisting as best they can. He says no Western journalists are allowed in to cover the election he's rigging. For most media people, it's enough to leave it to the diplomats, isn't it, rather than get your head shot off for a far off country which isn't and never has been yours. But not for you, brother, eh?
Not for you. You have to steam in there, filming undercover, sending live dispatches, helping the resistance, until one of the big man's hoods puts a bullet in you, predictably enough. Or, more accurately, two bullets. As soon as I heard headlines about a shot British journalist, I knew who they were talking about. Day after day, sublimely settled in my diplomatic office, for once home based and not subject to ambassadorial demands, I found myself getting panic calls from Ellen, whom I love almost as much as I love you, you mad bastard, for help in getting you out of a place I didn't even realise you were in, her voice desperate. As usual, you choose to work freelance, meaning, yes, you can give your work to the people you judge best able to use it, but also that no-one will take responsibility for you.
So I found myself having to drop everything, including preparations for a crucial foreign ministers' conference, and temporarily desert my own understandably nervous family to help save your crazy skin. I went to Nigeria, the easiest place within striking distance where Ellen, Peter and I could hire a suitable helicopter and make the kind of contacts we needed to get Phil out.
Firstly, his messages to Ellen stopped, which started ringing Ellen's alarm bells, but not too loudly to begin with; the kind of places Phil goes to does mean he has to cut off contact from time to time. However, after four days, she started to get very worried and ask some of the people he reports to; eventually she and they tracked down a message, vague and jumbled but soon sorted out, saying that Peter had been shot and had two bullets in his thigh. We knew from an earlier message that he had been with a section of the rebel army, who had been so impressed with the way this Englishman, the only western journalist in the country at the time, had got word of what was happening through to the outside world that they were prepared to do whatever they could to get him out of the country to carry on his work before the government troops had another go.
I phoned and messaged through the diplomatic services, Peter tracked and hacked, Ellen contacted known press and television associates of Phil, and in a couple of days, we managed to track down the airfield the rebels were taking Phil to, just across the border in the adjacent country, though we knew that wouldn't necessarily stop government troops crossing the border if they thought they could get away with it. Philip had been a very large thorn in their side for some time, and the country's hard man knew very well that what he was up to might have gone largely unnoticed but for Phil's efforts.
By calling in a few favours and doing a little judicious diplomatic arm-twisting, I got the authorities in the adjacent country, which is a member of the Commonwealth, to dispatch a few armed troops as extra guards at the airport. Peter even managed to contact the doctor with the rebels who'd patched Philip up; the bullets were out, we understood, but Philip was weak with loss of blood and shock and it was still not certain whether or not the leg would be saved. The idea of a man like Philip maimed for life was so appalling to me that I charged around getting matters sorted out as quickly as possible.
Just over three hours ago, we flew into the airfield, and field about sums it up; the stretch we were to land on was half concrete and half what looked like running track, and the only building we could see was a low slung hut on the edge of the field. There were a few armed men dotted around the perimeter of the runway, and our pilot was initially reluctant to go in, both because of them and because of the state of the runway. However, I'd made it my business to know what the uniforms of both countries looked like, and was able to demonstrate to him that the men, about twenty of them, were this country's troops, not the government troops from next door. I also flattered him with talk of how he had been hired because of his exceptional abilities, which wasn't entirely untrue, though his exceptional abilities hadn't come cheap.
So we touched down, not without a bit of bumping and bruising. There was a period of about twenty five minutes which seemed like several eternities, when nothing seemed to be happening. The soldiers around the runway were shifting from one leg to the other and exchanging nervous glances, while the officer in charge kept clicking away on his phone and wouldn't offer anything in our direction but a few terse words about being patient.
Eventually, a van with a red cross on it and a big white flag flying on the roof came clattering from the surrounding greenery on to the runway. We could hear shots in the distance, and the officer ordered his men to move behind the plane to give themselves cover if enemy troops should appear. But as the van pulled right up to the door of the plane, the guys with Phil said the government troops had stopped at the border about a mile away and were just letting off steam. Someone, they said, in a high position in our refuge country had issued a very uncompromising warning to their neighbour not to invade their space, and since this country's military were both superior and more numerous than the government army next door, the would-be pursuers ultimately hadn't dared. At that, both Ellen and Peter looked in my direction; they knew who the guy was I'd phoned. After a few warm handshakes with the rebel guys, we carefully edged Phil's stretcher on to the plane. The pilot didn't waste a single second and the 'copter rose rapidly, as we did our best to keep Philip still. As we headed off, his eyes opened for a second and my face happened to be right in his eyeline. He mouthed the word 'Simon,' and pulled an expression intended to be a smile, but then his eyes closed again and he fell unconscious even before he'd had time to see Ellen on the other side of him.
As motion steadied, I glanced out of the side windows to see that men who came with the van were not going to return to their own country and almost certain death. They were leaving with the host army's soldiers, suggesting the asylum arrangements I had made had been respected. I must not wait too long before calling my high-ranking contact with profuse thanks and gratitude. That's the way the creaky diplomatic engine keeps itself fuelled and ticking over.
Since take off, Olawale and Kebe have checked Phil constantly, and while they have confirmed that the bullets are out, his improvised bandaging has been breaking down and he has lost so much blood that transfusion is going to be a long and difficult job. Ellen, fortunately, knew his blood group, so we have the right stuff and plenty of it. But he has clearly been jolted and bumped about, and still has not regained consciousness.
'He has used all his considerable resources of toughness and durability to make it as easy as possible for his companions to get him to the plane,' Olawale commented. 'I suspect many lesser men would already be dead, but nevertheless -' with a quick smile, first at Ellen and then at me - 'I think there's a good chance we may have got to him in time. Even the leg might survive.'
And now, there is nothing for Ellen and I to do but wait and hope, while Peter covers our rear and Olawale and Kebe do what's necessary for Philip. Soon we will be in Gibraltar, where it will be possible to treat Phil with all the facilities of a large hospital to hand, and it looks increasingly likely that my brother will hold on until at least that point.
I glance at him, and once again he gives me a familiar cocktail of pride and irritation. Yes, there is a nobility about it, bringing outrages into the light of day to help the oppressed and make life difficult for the oppressors; yes, it is spirited, brave and good in the deepest sense of the term. But what about Ellen and what she must have to go through, every day he's out of the country? What about his three kids, the youngest, Martin, only just entering his teens? He is not old, by any standards; he's forty three, and I can remember his teasing delight to see me pass the big four-o not long before this latest expedition of his. But how long can he carry on doing this stuff for? And how old will he need to be before something - ageing reflexes, misplaced confidence, tiredness too great for making the right decisions (which might have been what happened this time, I don't know) - causes his luck to finally run out?
I don't know exactly how many near death experiences he has been through - he is notoriously cagey about discussing work like that. He will send evocatively descriptive accounts and reports for publication and broadcast, but the detail of how he got to and from the venues of his reports is usually kept quiet, sometimes for very obvious reasons, such as not incriminating the people who are helping him. But one of his earliest dangerous experiences put my life as much at risk as his.
He was seventeen and I was fifteen. I've sometimes wondered where he gets his lust for foreign travel and experience from, because it certainly wasn't from our parents, who were both deeply suspicious of foreign places - 'over there,' our mother called it - and almost invariably took their holidays in Devon, with one or two in Dorset and once, highly exotically, on the Norfolk Broads.
This particular holiday, in between Phil's A level years, was in south Devon, in a little place near a cove, with a lot of swimming and walking available, if not much else. As usual, we hadn't been there before; my parents were enterprising enough when it came to different British venues.
The relative quietness of the holiday was enhanced by the absence of our elder sister Joanna, who had started university the previous October and set up a flat share nearby. Jo had got the A level grades she needed, as everyone knew she would, but while she was academically very competent and well organised, she was also a lot of fun and could bring anywhere alive with her infectious, wicked grins and her easy wit. She was also, though neither of her brothers was about to tell her, very attractive, with her large hazel eyes and unblemished outdoor girl complexion. We suspected there was a guy in her life, which she'd hinted at to us now and then, though with awful threats concerning what she would do if we so much as breathed a word to Mum and Dad, who were jittery enough as it was about her heading off to a flat share in a big city.
Phil had about four friends to every one of mine, and I knew he'd had several offers to go off with some of them, but he didn't have the heart to push the rest of us even further down in the dumps than we already were, having lost Jo for the holiday. Jo and Phil were the live wires of the family, having been made in a different mould from the other three of us. They were both, my mother used to say, like her mother, the grandmother none of us could remember very much about, since she died when we were six, four and two respectively. Mum's family could never talk about her without pursed lips and quiet smiles, and it seemed the lady was an adventurer and an one-off character.
I knew Phil was going to miss Jo on holiday, and I knew I would be an inadequate substitute. The two of them always made things happen and my role was usually about going along with it, though at fifteen I had put my foot down a few times, including occasions when Phil wanted to try cigarettes (I was eleven) and Jo got hold of a few cans of beer (I was twelve). I had also, at the age of thirteen, refused point blank to accompany Phil on a holiday camp expedition when he proposed to peer through some peephole at the back of the women's shower block. He, of course, went ahead and did it anyway, though it turned out a group of six or seven girls had come out of the block and found him. What happened then he simply wouldn't go into at the time, though he confessed years later that it wasn't the girls who finished up having their naked selves examined, with one or two afters to follow, which wasn't, I suppose I should say, all that surprising. Phil has always been almost as good-looking as his sister, and he started the adolescent growth spurt early. His sporting and fitness activity made him very fit and he looked it. He didn't really need to go peeping at girls, who seemed interested in him anyway; it was just part of his general devilry. I think part of my moral outrage, then and subsequently, was jealousy. At fifteen, without being so devoted to the outdoors, I was right in the middle of the whole adolescence business, and was still more boy than man, if a bit less of the pale, skinny squit of a kid than I'd been.
But something about Phil worried me deeply and set him apart from Jo. For Jo, the sport and the cavorting were fun to have when she wasn't working; in a sense, they were her antidote to work, her safety valve which kept her doing the work. But for Phil, the sport and cavorting were about all he did; academically, he was failing badly and he already seemed to be getting fatalistic about it.
And he had a kind of craziness about him. The cigarettes and the peephole were classic examples; once they arrived in his head, he had to do them and, unlike Jo, he didn't do such things just for a laugh, he did them because of some kind of compulsion. For Jo, they were giggles to enliven the day; for Phil, they were dares which would leave him inadequate and defeated if he didn't try them.
We limped on through that holiday fortnight, both of us feeling bored and let down. Phil was convinced he was already too far behind to get decent A levels, and Mum and Dad made unsubtle comparisons between him and Jo and even, to his mounting fury, him and me, because while I lacked Jo's barnstorming approach to life, I was already starting to emulate her academic success. Phil was observant enough to see that, as we got older, Jo might be more prepared to have a fool about with him, but when she actually felt like talking about something, it would more than likely be me, baby of the family or not. I remember, not long before Jo got her offer of a university place, we were in the kitchen together, having a conversation about the ups and downs of studying different historical periods. Phil came in halfway through it, and though we didn't mean to exclude him, we were too taken up with our subject matter to pander to his thin-skinned ego, and after ten minutes or so, he went out again, his face like thunder.
By the penultimate day, Phil was regretting not holidaying with his friends and told me so, though he held back on saying it to Mum and Dad. Our parents had gone shopping, which they seemed to spend inordinate amounts of time doing, perhaps, looking back, to get away from us. We sat in our poky holiday cottage on an unpleasant grey day, August or not, and as soon as the day started improving, it rapidly became clear that Phil wasn't going to sit in it for much longer. He never did stay indoors for very long anywhere.
'It's perking up,' Phil said, his face relaxing from the scowl of recent days. 'Let's have a run along the beach, Si; maybe a swim, if we're lucky.'
Both Phil and Jo were already fitness fanatics in those days, and I was very much under their influence. In any case, it seemed a better idea than sitting doing nothing.
We set off down the coast in running kit, including shorts which we could swim in if need be, and he seemed to have a lot of energy to get rid of; we'd covered a lot of ground within twenty minutes, and moved much further down the coast than we'd been before. His need to lose the boredom and inactivity of recent days was very apparent. But by the time we'd been running for almost half an hour, the day was reverting back to its former greyness; in fact, it was deteriorating quite badly, and the growing waves and spitting rain were already making the swimming idea unfeasible. I had had just about enough; this was, after all, supposed to be a holiday. I slowed down.
'Is that it, then, Phil?' I said. 'Should we head back?'
'To do what? Sit inside? Watch TV?'
My rebellious instincts, still rare, resurfaced again.
'I haven't come on holiday to spend my time shagging myself out on marathons, Phil. This is a summer holiday, not the bloody S.A.S.'
It was the wrong thing to say. His frustrations finally transferred themselves to me.
'You're a pain, Simon, you know that? You've had a face on you for most of the holiday, you're no fun to be with, and you never want to do anything much but sit around on your backside. Go back if you want to. Just stop moaning all the time.'
He started running again, and of course, still largely his lap dog, I ran off after him, trying to bring him back from his angry silence. All the same, my anxiety was mounting; the incoming tide, along this unexplored bit of coast, was now very obvious, and I felt we needed to be moving back.
At last, my temper finally snapped. I stopped dead and yelled at him.
'Phil! We should be going back, and I mean now. If you're not, I am!'
He turned right round to me, and I have rarely seen a facial expression change as rapidly as at that moment. His face was initially contorted with anger, and for a few seconds, I thought I was going to be treated to a demonstration of the width and depth of his vocabulary. Then he looked over my shoulder rather than at me, and the blood drained from his face.
I swivelled round to look in the same direction, and immediately felt the same fear. The headland we'd ran round ten minutes ago, making our way as best we could through the rocks, was now covered with water. It would be impossible to go back that way now. We both turned at the same time to look in the other direction, and saw that the quite distant headland we were moving towards would very shortly be the same. We were cut off. Preoccupied with our arguments, we'd forgotten and ignored the repeated warnings of our parents about how easily this can happen on the Devon coast. Perhaps the repetition of the warnings had somehow caused us to switch off.
For a moment, we looked at each other in panic. The direction of the water and the power of the wind and waves would make it impossible for us to swim away. Then he pulled himself together; whatever else he was or is, he's no coward. He started looking towards the cliffs forming the cove we were in, his eyes searching for some steps, some path, however steep or rudimentary. There looked to be nothing but solid rock, rising for what must have been nearly two hundred feet, with the top third so smooth and sheer that not a single hand or foothold was available.
While we were looking at the cliffs, a wave hit us forcefully at shin height. How fast and how high this tide came in was already obvious. Phil ran towards the cliffs and I followed him.
'We have to climb, Si. There's no other way.'
We looked up. Such ledges as we could see were thin and precarious, with little more width than a single shoe, but behind us the beach was diminishing fast. The base of the cliff was the only part of it which offered any possibility of ascent; we scrambled up it as best we could. Phil had done some climbing on one of his outdoor pursuits things, and he managed to find a ledge just thick enough to stand on, and by edging his way along, he came to a brief crevice in the rock which allowed him to burrow his way a little further in. I made my way up to him as best I could, and he somehow managed to reach an arm down towards me and bodily haul me up beside him. I wondered at his sheer physical strength.
The wind continued to rise and the waves were now closing in fast on the rock. It was clear enough, from looking at the headlands on either side of the cove, that the tide here came a long way in, far enough to temporarily obliterate the cove altogether. We clung awkwardly on to the cliff. I was angry, both with myself and Phil, but it became more urgent with every second that we should try to think of something, anything, we might do.
I shouted above the rising wind, hoping the terror inside me was not showing too much in my voice, 'It's only going to rise so far before it starts going down again. If we can just keep our heads above long enough, tread water on the rocks or something -'
'Maybe,' he said. 'But the force of wind and water might knock us off the cliff, and then batter us into the rocks.'
He stood thinking for a few minutes while the panic mounted in me; the waves were coming in higher, the wind was intensifying, and yet he could stand there calmly analysing the situation. Not for the first time, but perhaps most emphatically yet, I saw his qualities, his courage, his ability to face a crisis and act, even if it was a crisis of his own making.
He looked carefully to his left and right, and saw, about five yards to his right, something of a recess in the rock, presumably where some rock had fallen away. There was a gap, no more than about eighteen inches wide, and the recess fell back a couple of feet. But though five yards doesn't sound much, the thin ledge we were on didn't go all the way across; there were spots where we would have to stretch our legs across. We were only six feet or so above the water, and losing balance and falling in might not matter too much, but if we struck rock, it would, and we would also have the problem of having to find a way back up. He started edging to his right and threw his hand out towards me; for an awful second, I thought it was some kind of dismissal, some contemptuous farewell, then I realised how absurdly that would fit my brother, and I put my hand into his. We edged, inch by inch, towards the recess, having to stretch across as much as eighteen inches of bare wet rock at times; I almost lost my footing twice, and each time his grip tightened and helped me regain the ledge.
Eventually, we wedged ourselves into the recess and felt more secure; we could stand securely and had at least some protection from the weather, getting steadily wetter and windier. The water looked as though it had risen another foot, and we had absolutely nowhere else to go; moving up, down or sideways would be completely impossible, but we had at least some breathing space. I looked at his face and saw a pallor there, and an unusual level of what looked like self-hatred. We were very close to each other, and we could speak in normal voices.
'I'm sorry, Si. I'm really sorry. Both you and Jo - you deserve better than the pig-headed berk of a brother you've got. This is my fault, all of it.'
'I'm a free creature, Phil. I did what I did because I chose to. It's as much my fault as it is yours.'
He shook his head sadly and looked down at the water, still rising steadily. His hand closed around my arm, one of his few displays of physical affection towards me. Almost at that exact moment, I heard a noise to my right, something like an angry bee, but a very angry bee, a bee loud enough to be heard over the wind and the water. I looked to my right and saw a small plane, probably a private hire job, making its way across the front of the cove from west to east. I pulled my top off and waved it over my head; the shirt was almost entirely white, and I thought bound to show itself against the darkness of the cliffs and waves.
Phil was examining the cliff face to his right, and he looked at me as if I was mad for a few seconds, then he realised what I was trying to do and joined me, waving his own top. We were town boys, and our skins were still fairly pale even allowing for the amount of holiday time we'd spent outdoors; the weather hadn't been too good for much of the holiday, and sunbathing had few attractions for either of us at the best of times. So hopefully the pilot would see several splashes of pale against the dark rock, even in this weather. We both stretched up as well as we could and shouted and screamed at the top of our voices. The plane was much too far away for us to see whether or not anyone was looking in our direction, and our shirts and our spirits slowly lowered as the plane continued its steady and apparently unconcerned way out of sight past the eastern headland.
We put the shirts back on - it seemed to be getting colder by the minute, and even a few bare-torsoed minutes had left us with our teeth chattering. The plane's total lack of reaction seemed to amount to a final defeat.
The desperation of the period which followed, however long it was - even to this day, I find it impossible to estimate - was a living nightmare, and it has recurred as an actual nightmare more than once since. Only Phil held me back from wild panic. The water came nearer and nearer, until it had reached our feet, and as it mounted my calves, I started occasionally losing my footing - the power of the water was increasingly difficult to resist. We were hand in hand again, and every time one of my feet gave way, Phil's arm went taut and his strength helped me regain the surface.
By the time the water had reached waist height, it seemed clear enough that we would soon be washed into the water, and under those turbulent waves, it would be too dark and confused to avoid the rocks. We would both drown slowly or be battered to death against the hard rocks. Phil's hand held tightly on to mine, and he kept saying, 'Stay with me, Si,' 'Stay with me, please,' 'Hold on, Si, hold on.' Gasps and sobs kept leaking out of me, in spite of my best efforts at stoicism; kicking and struggling under water, it could be a long and painful death.
I looked across at Phil's face as the water kept on rising and the wind battered around our ears. Yes, he was pale, almost deathly pale, but his expression showed complete determination, an undefeated defiance that this would not end us, even if we had to cling on here being smashed about for hours until the tide started going down again.
When the water had reached our chests, an odd and initially unnoticed big black dot appeared around the eastern headland, seemingly moving not far above the sea. Phil saw it first; he nudged me and pointed; I couldn't see anything, but after a few seconds, I got it. It flashed through my mind, anxious and terrified as I was, that perhaps it was some big vicious bird of prey like an eagle which had seen a chance and was about to make things even worse, impossible as it might seem.
But no bird I'd ever seen moved like this thing, steadily, remorselessly. It took both of us several minutes to realise what it was - a helicopter - and two more heart-stopping minutes to firmly acknowledge to ourselves that its course was aimed directly at us. If it, too, had headed right across the cove and out of sight on the other side, I think we might have jumped in and had done with it.
But it didn't. The following magical, incredible minutes were the pinnacle of my boyhood, as it dawned on us that this really was rescue, that these guys weren't going to give a stuff for any cliffs and tides; they had the aircraft and the know how to get us off there and then.
And they did. And for all we'd already been through, the moment which stays with me most, to this day, is Phil saying, to an incredibly large guy descending on a very firm harness and swinging towards him, 'My brother first, please. Get my brother off first.'
Staving off unconsciousness proved difficult as I rose slowly in the air, wrapped around my rescuer; he'd harnessed me in pretty securely, but I was holding on tight for dear life and steadfastly not looking below me. Even laying down on the stretcher, I couldn't give way to my fatigue until I knew Phil was back in there with me, and only after he was and we'd shared the first uninhibited bear hug that had ever passed between us did I pass out. I knew nothing at all, not even dreams, until I woke up in a hospital bed and saw Phil stretched out on the bed next to me, snoring quietly.
After their anxiety had subsided, my parents were furious, in the quiet, injured way they could be, for days, even weeks, on end. Jo came to see us in hospital; we were only in there for a couple of days, so it was a sign of how alarmed she was and how quickly she reacted. She embraced Phil for a long time, and then me for a long time, and then she stood between the beds and spoke loud and clear, like she does.
'If either or both of you ever pull a stunt like this on me again, do you know what I'm going to do?'
Jo then told us, in her own initimable way, in words of one syllable, what she would do, while the other men in the ward stretched their eyes or grinned. Then we all relaxed a bit; she wanted to see such bruises as we could decently show and she made a nurse tell her what our charts were saying. She even tried to get Mum and Dad not to be too cut up about it, and gradual efforts on behalf of all of us did restore some family harmony.
However, the family holiday was over from that year onwards. Jo was now firmly locked into her university routine anyway, working out her summer in the university city. Our parents, while they had unwound a good deal by then, booked another Devon venue, but made clear enough they thought it was time we looked after ourselves, which it was. Phil went off on another of his Outward Bound things, and I surprised all of them by being the first member of the family to holiday abroad, on a school camping trip to France.
Peter Gibson turns round from his computers. 'Gibraltar in fifteen minutes,' he says. 'Our pilot's in radio contact; we'll be going down shortly. Ambulance already arranged.'
He startles me, and I have to make an effort to remember where we are and what we're doing. I am a little hesitant about questioning Olawale and Kebe yet again, as sooner or later their professionalism will resent it, but the memory of Phil, standing pale but firm on that Devon rock - 'Stay with me, Si' - has returned powerfully to me, and I have to know for definite that he will make it into Gibraltar, even if still unconscious.
But Peter, it seems, hasn't finished.
'Your brother's revolution has been successful, Simon. The President, or rather ex-President, is now on a helicopter of his own, heading away from the country at a rate of knots. If Phil ever goes back there, it will probably be to a hero's welcome.'
More of the tension seeps out of me, and I have to remind myself that comparisons with the seventeen-year-old Phil are, in some ways, deeply unfair. An occasional miscalculation still, no doubt, but he has a much firmer and more sophisticated idea of what he's doing than he had then.
The reflection makes me all the more anxious that he should make it, and as I glance at him for the first time in a while, I am gratified to see Olawale looking back towards me and smiling. Kebe has her back to me, preparing some liquid medication, but when she turns, she is smiling too.
'He may well wake before we land,' Olawale says. 'His life signs are stablising very rapidly now. Perhaps he has some inner instinct about when he's reached safety.'
Ellen is leaning forward in her chair, her head down almost as if in prayer, though I have never known any overtly religious side to her. I edge across to sit beside her, putting my arm around her. Her face raises, and her eyes are masked with tears. Then she rests her head on my shouder, and at that moment, we hear a crackling from the pilots' cabin of full contact with Gibraltar air traffic control. Ellen hears it, and a kind of half smile passes slowly over her face.
That Devon experience had a lot to do with setting the patterns for our future lives for Phil and I. For me, it meant looking out for trouble and dealing with it before it arrived, and if it did arrive, finding the most pragmatic and straightforward ways of dealing with it. Diplomacy was a logical development, especially after my exam results put even Jo's in the shade, a development which surprised me almost as much as it surprised everyone else.
But, for Phil, it was the first blast of the trumpet, the first call to arms. Meeting the danger head on, getting the adrenalin rush, daring the world to defeat him, especially when he has sided with a good cause, became his meat and drink. I heard, read and saw in his articles and broadcasts where he was and what he was doing, and I knew from other sources that he only ever told the half of it. Every new crisis, every new war or natural disaster, were christened in my mind as Philip's beaches; I slowly counted them as the years went on. The sense of immediate, crushing disaster served only to bring the best out of him, as it did when we were stranded on the Devon rocks waiting for the English Channel to wash us away. That was his first beach, his first edge of danger, looking out on the great threatening mass readying itself to engulf him.
As expected, he didn't do very well in the exams, and he started on his first paper, a local weekly, more or less as a teaboy straight out of school, but it didn't take them long to realise what had landed amongst them. By the time I came out of university with a First and headed straight into the Diplomatic Service, Phil was working for one of the London dailies.
As we see the Rock looming up at us, Olawale grins over at Ellen and I again. He moves to one side; Phil's eyes are open and there's an exhausted smile on his face.
I turn away while he and Ellen kiss and embrace as much as his immobility will allow. I don't want to mess up their moment, and I stay as I am until a voice comes at me from the bed. Phil's voice.
Ellen has moved to the end of the bed and is carefully mopping his brow. I walk over to him and take his hand.
'Stay with me, Phil,' I say quietly. 'Stay with me.'
For a moment, he looks blankly at me. Then he remembers, and the grip on my hand, cold but firm, tightens. As the 'copter touches down, he speaks to me, his voice hoarse and cracked.
'No more beaches, Si. Home and kids now.'
I nod. There is still, inside me, more hope than belief, but I nod anyway.
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Ceinwen Haydon January 26, 2018 at 10:46 AM
A thoughtful study of the relationship between two brothers - embedded in a tense narrative that is engaging and vivid -fraught with jeopardy. Fine characterisations. Many thanks, Ceinwen
this really is a compelling read, the background of the brothers chiming convincingly with their development in life. it seems to me it could be developed into book length?
Great read
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Most doctors stick with a few favorite prescriptions, but are willing to vary their habits to meet their patients' conditions and comply with the formularies of patients' insurers, researchers found.
While a single drug accounts for 40% to 70% percent of most doctors' new prescriptions in a drug class, comorbidities and the multitude of health insurers have prompted physicians to adopt broader prescribing habits.
The study examined the 10 most widely used classes of therapeutic drugs in the U.S. from 2005 to 2007, based on medical and pharmaceutical claims from 29 large U.S. employers. Starting in 2005, all pharmacy claims identified prescribers by a masked Drug Enforcement Administration number, allowing researchers to track prescriptions from the same physician to different patients in different insurance plans. Results appeared in The American Journal of Managed Care.
When examining brand versus generic drugs, the authors noted that nearly half of the physicians prescribing angiotensin-converting enzyme (ACE) inhibitors and nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs prescribed only generics. Also, 90% of physicians prescribing opiates did so, while less than 1% of physicians prescribed only generic statins or proton pump inhibitors.
In drug classes where there are more generics, naturally more generics were prescribed. In the five drug classes where the generic share is closest to one-half (38%-61%), between 80% and 89% of physicians prescribed both brand and generic medications as initial prescriptions, the authors wrote.
Only a small percentage of physicians prescribed a single drug in a class, ranging from less than 1% for selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors to 15% for ACE inhibitors. In eight of the 10 classes, the median physician prescribed three or four different drugs. "This reflected broad prescribing patterns given that the median number of initial prescriptions per physician in our sample ranged from six to eight in the 10 classes," the authors wrote.
For selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors, 45% of physicians prescribed five or more different drugs in the class. Among those who prescribed as many as eight to 12 different drugs to start, 72% prescribed five or more different drugs and less than 2% prescribed only one or two drugs.
Researchers also reported that physicians prescribing one or two drugs were more likely to prescribe the leading drug in a class, "which in most cases was the most heavily promoted drug." Among physicians prescribing just one statin, 80% prescribed the market leader and most heavily promoted drug.
Proton pump inhibitors had only one generic drug during the study. Prescribers with narrow prescribing patterns in this class were split between high prescribers of the brand drug and high prescribers of the generic. "Perhaps due to the degree of similarity between these 2 products (esomeprazole, the top brand, and generic omeprazole), physicians generally prescribed one drug or the other."
In contrast, the leading brand and generic antihistamines have different active ingredients and most physicians prescribed both, the authors noted. Physicians with broader prescribing patterns leaned toward generic and/or less common brands.
There is a widespread perception that physicians prescribe a narrow range of drugs within a therapeutic class because of prior experience with the drug, and because of pharmaceutical marketing and drug detailing, the authors said.
"Despite these perceptions, we find surprisingly broad prescribing across 10 prominent classes," the authors concluded. "Physicians whose patients were covered by a wider array of health plans and formularies tended to have broader prescribing habits, as did physicians who treated patients with varying comorbidities. This suggests that attempts to match specific drugs to a patient's health condition and formulary design were important factors in deviating from their favorite drug. While physicians whose prescribing habits were narrow were more likely to prescribe highly advertised drugs, few doctors prescribed these drugs exclusively."


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When you run a drop shipping business, you sell goods without buying them first. Instead, you contract with a supplier who will send the goods directly to your customer. Because a drop shipping business has no overhead, you can usually run one out of your home or office. To start your own business, you should identify the products you want to sell and find reliable suppliers willing to drop ship on your behalf. You must also register your business with your state and obtain all required permits and licenses. When you are ready to find customers, create a website or find an online marketplace to use.
Choose a niche. There are hundreds or more drop shipping businesses and it can be difficult to compete on price alone. Accordingly, you need to find a niche and decide what sets you apart from the competition.
Find a niche where you can add value. For example, you can sell electronics equipment and run a blog that shows people how to put the equipment together. Or you could sell pet supplies and accessories on a website where you blog about the topic.
Plan on selling products that are hard to purchase locally but instead are bought online.
Your products shouldn't be too cheap. Ideally, a good niche is one where the products cost $100-200. This price point allows you to make a solid profit from each sale without having to provide a lot of customer support. When you charge more, customers usually want to talk to a person before buying.
You can also look through your Yellow Pages under Suppliers or Wholesalers to see if there are any in your area.
If you know the manufacturer of the product, then you can contact the manufacturer directly and ask for a list of distributors.
Check which suppliers your competitors use. One good way to find a reliable supplier is to locate your competitors and then find out who they use. You can find other drop shipping sellers by searching the Internet. If the business has only one location listed on its "Contact Us" page, then it is probably a drop shipping business.
They may even highlight their bestselling brands. Chances are these are reliable suppliers you also can contact.
If they don't highlight any brands, then scroll through the products that they offer. Write down the names of any brands that offer products you want to sell.
How long does it take them to ship after you've placed an order with them?
What shipping methods do they offer? For example, ask if they ship overnight or internationally.
Do they offer warranties on their products? If a product is defective, then you want them to replace it.
What quality control systems do they use?
Do they set minimum advertised prices? Ideally, they will. If not, then other drop shipping businesses could lower the prices too low for you to compete.
Do they charge a monthly or annual fee? If so, then you might want to avoid them.
Can you put their product photo on your website? Preferably, they will allow you to use their picture.
Perform market research. You can find out the demand for the product by using Google's Keyword Tool. This tool provides data on the number of people who have searched for a term. For example, if you want to sell cat sweaters, then check how many people have searched for that term.
Look at the completed listings on eBay. Go to "advanced search" and check the "completed listings" box. Then enter keywords and category. As you scroll through the pages of listings, check items that sell 60% or more. These items are usually popular.
Create an account with the supplier. You should call or go online to set up your account. Some suppliers will require that you complete an application. They may also request a copy of your reseller's certificate, business license, or other document. In that situation, you should form your business first.
Also discuss payment methods. You can pay upfront or pay on terms. When you pay upfront, you pay at the same time as you place your order. With pay on terms, you pay all of your orders at a later date, such as at the end of the month.
Because you are just starting out, suppliers might only agree to work with you if you pay upfront. After you establish your reliability, they might be willing to change their billing.
Sole proprietorship. This business is run by one person and is easy to set up. Most drop shipping business are probably sole proprietorships. You don't need to file paperwork with your state to form a sole proprietorship. Instead, you can use your Social Security Number as your business ID and report business income on your 1040 form. You are personally liable for all of your business's debts. This means that if your business is sued, you might lose personal assets like your car or home.
Limited liability company. You can form an LLC by filing Articles of Organization with your state's Secretary of State. An LLC is a separate legal entity and shields its owners from personal liability for business debts.
Corporation. You form a corporation by filing Articles of Incorporation with your state. Like an LLC, a corporation shields its owners (called shareholders) from personal liability for business debts. Corporations pay their own taxes. However, if you form an S corporation, then the business's profits and losses pass through to the shareholders.
Obtain necessary licenses and permits. To find what you need, visit the Small Business Administration website at https://www.sba.gov/starting-business/business-licenses-permits/state-licenses-permits and click on your state.
Don't forget to get a reseller's certificate. Suppliers will usually want to see that you have either a state sales tax ID or a resale certificate. This certificate exempts you from paying sales tax when you buy items from your supplier.
Not every state requires a reseller's certificate, but most do. It can go by different names, such as certificate of resale, reseller's permit or license, or resale license.
If your state doesn't require the certificate, then tell the wholesaler. They could have paperwork you need to fill out.
Apply for a federal tax ID. You need to pay taxes to the federal government, so you need a tax identification number (also called an employer identification number). You can apply for one here: https://www.irs.gov/businesses/small-businesses-self-employed/apply-for-an-employer-identification-number-ein-online.
If you run a sole proprietorship, then you can use your Social Security Number instead.
Select your selling platform. You have two options. You can create your own eCommerce site, or you can sell on an existing online marketplace, such as eBay, Amazon.com, or Bonanza.com. Selling on an existing marketplace will require less work, but you might get lost in the crowd of sellers.
You can create your own eCommerce store using websites such as SaleHoo. Alternately, you could purchase a domain name and create your own website.
If you choose to sell on an online marketplace, then diversify and list on several. Not everyone buys on eBay.
Set up your website to accept credit card payments. Marketplaces like eBay and Amazon will process payments for you. However, if you create your own eCommerce site, then you will need a merchant account and a payment gateway account so that your clients can pay with credit cards.
Several companies offer both as a bundle. Contact CyberSource, Verisign, or Authorize.net.
PayPal might be the easiest way to process payments. Go with PayPal and avoid getting merchant and payment gateway accounts altogether. Instead, you can add their Shopping Cart feature to your website for free. Your clients can then pay with credit cards or their PayPal account.
Obtain a toll-free number. You'll look more legitimate as a business if you have a toll-free number customers can call to lodge complaints or ask questions. You can buy an 800 number from many different providers. Look online. Some providers even allow you to link the number to your cell phone.
If you don't want to use your home address as your business address, then get a mailbox at a post office or at a UPS store.
List your products for sale. Pricing right is important. You don't want to price too high and lose customers to competitors. However, if you price too low, then you won't make much of a profit. Always factor in how much you must pay your supplier when setting your sale price. Remember that your supplier also charges for shipping.
Also remember to clearly tell your customers about your shipping and return policies in your listing. Customers need to know that information upfront.
Online platforms, such as eBay, will require you to identify where the product is located. For example, if your supplier is in Mexico, then include this information in your listing.
Purchase from the supplier when you get a sale. As a drop shipper, you wait for a customer to order from you. Then you turn around and order from your supplier. Make sure not to delay, since your delay will only cause a delay for your customer.
Pay the supplier using a rewards credit card. In this way, you will reap all of the points for the purchase.
If you receive a tracking number, then hold onto it and track the product so that you know when it has arrived.
Notify your customer when their product ships. You should stay in contact with the customer after they purchase a product. Send a follow-up email telling them when the product has shipped. Also provide your contact information so that they can contact you if a problem arises.
Troubleshoot problems. All kinds of problems can arise in the drop shipping business. For example, a supplier might not be trustworthy and will mail something too late. Or the supplier doesn't package the product securely and it breaks on the way to your customer.
You can protect yourself by having multiple suppliers for most of your products. This way, you'll have a fallback option if your primary supplier can't deliver.
When a product is sold out, you can give the customer an upgraded product for free instead of cancelling the order outright.
Remember to stay in contact with your suppliers. You want a good working relationship with them so they will help remedy problems.
Market your business. There are many ways you can reach potential customers, even if you are selling on an auction site like eBay. You should try several marketing techniques and find out what works best.
You can create a mailing list customers can sign up for. Put a link in your email confirmation after the sale, and tell them to sign up to receive special email offers. You can use MailChimp to build and keep track of your mailing list.
You can also run Google or Facebook ads, though these can be expensive.
Another way to increase your visibility is to run a blog or to guest blog. Look for blogs in your niche, and include a link to your website or your email address.
Do I need to register my business first? I am from India.
Yes, you must register a business in India. Contact the Registrar of Companies.
If you want to start a drop shipping business, try to find a niche where you can distinguish yourself from the competition, such as selling pet accessories on a blog about stylish dogs. After you choose your niche, look for wholesalers and other suppliers who are willing to drop ship. Ask the suppliers questions like how long it takes them to ship out a product once it's ordered, which shipping methods they offer, and whether they offer warranties on their products. For tips on getting the necessary licenses and products, read on!
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Mark your Calendar - Fall/Winter Workshops Set!
While our continued hot weather makes it difficult to remember that autumn is just around the corner, we're working on a busy schedule of fall and winter workshops and field days! Details will follow (be sure to check our Foothill Farming Events Calendar regularly) - but I wanted to make sure you get these events on your calendar!
These workshops and field days are a great way to gain new knowledge and to network with other farmers and ranchers. Contact me at dmacon@ucanr.edu for more information!


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We do require that all applicants have a minimum of 5 years of experience in the construction industry. Any project managers or foreman are expected to have a minimum of 10 years experience or must have completed a Construction Engineering Technology course from a recognized educational institution.
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This Sunday I'm reading Shadow Life by Jason Mather.
Hans Ricker knows the value of his life. 500 dollars. He came cheap, and death came easy. But in the near future it's not that easy to die, and now he's back, and the trouble is only growing deeper. Two feuding underworld figures, both immensely powerful, want him dead. Something else wants him alive, something even more powerful, more mysterious, and Hans isn't the only with the power of resurrection.


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Home » Heavy Rain Alert For Odisha In 48 hours, Take A Look At IMD Updates On Low Pressure
Heavy Rain Alert For Odisha In 48 hours, Take A Look At IMD Updates On Low Pressure
by RTD Journal August 18, 2021
written by RTD Journal August 18, 2021
The Low-Pressure Area over northwest and adjoining the west-central Bay of Bengal off south Odisha- north Andhra Pradesh coasts now lies over coastal Odisha and the adjoining northwest Bay of Bengal. The system is likely to move west north-westwards during the next 48 hours, said the India Meteorological Department (IMD) on Tuesday.
The low-stress location over northwest and adjoining the west-significant bay of Bengal off south Odisha- north Andhra Pradesh coasts now lies over coastal Odisha and the adjoining northwest Bay of Bengal. The device is in all likelihood to move west north-westwards for the duration of the next 48 hours, stated the India meteorological branch (IMD) on Tuesday.
A north-south trough runs from the cyclonic movement associated with the low-pressure place over coastal Odisha and adjacent the northwest bay of Bengal to north Tamilnadu and extends up to one.5 km above imply sea level. Numerous components of Odisha will revel in heavy rainfall interest within the next 48 hours below the have an impact on of the device, said IMD in its latest climate bulletin.
Weather forecast and a yellow warning for districts of Odisha for the next five days:
Day 1: yellow warning (to be up to date): heavy to very heavy rainfall could be very probable to occur at one or places over the districts of Ganjam, Nayagarh, Khurda, Cuttack, Kandhamal, Malkangiri, Koraput, Jagatsinghpur, Mayurbhanj, and Kendrapara. Heavy rainfall is also in all likelihood to arise at one or places over the districts of Puri, Boudh, Jajpur, Bhadrak, Dhenkanal, Keonjhar, Rayagada, Gajapati, Balasore, Nuapada, Nabarangpur, Angul, and Kalahandi.
Day 2: Heavy rainfall may be very probable to occur at one or locations over the districts of Bargarh, Jharsuguda, Sundargarh, Sambalpur, Deogarh, Keonjhar, Sonepur, Angul, Nuapada, and Bolangir.
Day 3, day four, day 5: light to slight rain or thundershower is very in all likelihood to occur at many locations over the districts of indoors Odisha and at some places over the districts of coastal Odisha.
Source: Odisha TV
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Jan Tadeusz Duda (ur. 1949) – polski inżynier elektrotechnik, informatyk i samorządowiec, ojciec prezydenta Andrzeja Dudy
 Jan Wiesław Duda (ur. 1960) – polski rolnik, działacz związkowy, polityk i samorządowiec, poseł na Sejm VIII i IX kadencji
 Jan Andrzej Duda – polski naukowiec specjalizujący się w automatyce i robotyce
 Jan-Krzysztof Duda (ur. 1998) – polski szachista, arcymistrz

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In owning a firearm, you must undertake full-time responsibility for the firearm's safety and security. You must protect yourself and all others against injury from the firearm. Many safety features are incorporated in firearms. For your safety and the safety of others, do not rely on mechanical features alone.
Always make sure the firearm is unloaded and keep the action open except when actually hunting or preparing to shoot.
Be sure the barrel and action are clear of obstruction and that you have the proper ammunition for the firearm you are carrying.
Never point a firearm at anything you do not want to shoot. Avoid all horseplay with any firearm.
Never climb a fence, tree, or jump a ditch with a loaded firearm.
Never shoot at a flat hard surface or water.
Avoid alcohol and other drugs before or during shooting.
Never pass your firearm to another person until the cylinder or action is open and you visually check that it is unloaded.
Do not allow a firearm to be used by individuals who do not understand its safe operation and the rules of safe gun handling.
Store your unloaded firearm and ammunition separately and in places inaccessible to children and unauthorized persons.
Wear safety glasses and ear protection whether indoors or out.
Always be aware of other people so that persons cannot accidentally walk into the line of fire.
Be alert at all times. Never shoot if you are tired, cold or impaired in any way.
Your firearm has been designed for ammunition of a specific type and caliber; do not alter the barrel, slide, or chamber of your gun.
Use only commercially manufactured ammunition.
If your firearm fails to fire when the hammer falls (misfires), keep the firearm pointed in a safe direction, remove your finger from the trigger, wait 10 seconds, remove the cartridge from the chamber and dispose of it properly.
If you hear an unusual sound or feel an unusual recoil when firing, stop firing, wait 10 seconds, unload the firearm, and examine the barrel bore for obstructions.
Make sure your barrel is clear and free of obstruction. If you see an obstruction, have the firearm serviced by a qualified, licensed gun smith. Never fire a firearm with an obstructed barrel.
Protect your firearms from theft.
Protect your firearms from misuse by untrained, unqualified or incompetent persons.
Obey all laws relating to the transportation of firearms.
Another great resource is the National Shooting Sports Foundation (NSSF) brochure on gun safety.


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Q: Toshiba L955D-107 No wireless connection detected I have tried everything I have read about this. The problem is I can't find out what card it is. The only thing that comes up is Realtek Semiconductor Corporation. There are no name on the card. No resctricted drivers shows up.
I have tried the solutions here and from other sites. When I tried them, I get error 1 and 2.
I have managed to install the wired network, by using the suggestions found here. But every solution for wireless fails with the errors 1 and 2.
Can anyone please help me?
Here is the output of sudo lshw -C net:
*-network UNCLAIMED
   description: Ethernet controller
   product: AR8162 Fast Ethernet
   vendor: Atheros Communications Inc.
   physical id: 0
   bus info: pci@0000:01:00.0
   version: 10
   width: 64 bits
   clock: 33MHz
   capabilities: pm pciexpress msi msix bus_master cap_list
   configuration: latency=0
   resources: memory:f0100000-f013ffff ioport:3000(size=128)
  *-network UNCLAIMED
       description: Network controller
       product: Realtek Semiconductor Co., Ltd.
       vendor: Realtek Semiconductor Co., Ltd.
       physical id: 0
       bus info: pci@0000:02:00.0
       version: 00
       width: 64 bits
       clock: 33MHz
       capabilities: pm msi pciexpress bus_master cap_list
       configuration: latency=0
       resources: ioport:2000(size=256) memory:f0000000-f0003fff

And here is the reason for the error 2, I have to search to find out which one gave me error 1:
make -C /lib/modules/3.5.0-22-generic/build M=/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012 modules
make[1]: Entering directory `/usr/src/linux-headers-3.5.0-22-generic'
CC [M]  /home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012/base.o
/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012/base.c: In function '_rtl_init_mac80211':
/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012/base.c:320:6: error: 'IEEE80211_HW_BEACON_FILTER' undeclared (first use in this function)
/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012/base.c:320:6: note: each undeclared identifier is reported only once for each function it appears in make[2]: *** [/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012/base.o] Error 1
make[1]: *** [_module_/home/kenneth/Nedlastinger/rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0006.0514.2012] Error 2
make[1]: Leaving directory `/usr/src/linux-headers-3.5.0-22-generic'
make: *** [all] Error 2

I have found out that the wireless card is called rtl8723ae.
When I looked at the homepage for toshiba, then I found that this laptop is delivered with ubuntu or windows 8. So it is a mystery that it wont work.
The one with ubuntu was not available in my country.
I see from other posts that it should work in 12.04. Do I have to downgrade from 12.10 to 12.04?
This is where I found that information: Drivers for Realtek wireless module for Toshiba C850-A965?

A: You should use the later version of the driver tarball named:
rtl_92ce_92se_92de_8723ae_linux_mac80211_0007.0809.2012
That should fix the compile error.  After the make completes, run
 sudo make install

and then check that the two rtl8723...bin firmware files got copied to /lib/firmware/rtlwifi
Do it yourself (files are in the tarball/firmware directory) use sudo cp  to copy them.
Better yet, use 13.04, that comes with working wireless and ethernet.

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Q: Getting the list of all months and the number of products ordered for the month, and should have '0'for the month with no orders - mysql I have a set of data that looks like this
Cust Id order date  Ordered Product
1         Jan 2           1
1         Jan 5           2
1         March 14        1
1        September 9      1
1        December 12      2
2          Jan 5          1
2          Feb 13         2
3         March 12        2
3          April 5        3
3          June 10        2

and my output should look like this
Cust Id                     order Date                  Order product
  1                           Jan 31                           3
  1                            feb 29                          0
  1                            Mar31                           1
  1                           Apr 30                           0
  1                           May 31                           0
  1                           June 30                          0
  1                           July 31                          0
  1                           Aug 31                           0
  1                           Sept 30                          1
  1                           oct 31                           0
  1                           Nov 30                           0
  1                           Dec 31                           2

and I have got this far
1   January 31       3
1   March 31         1
1   September 30     1
1   December 31      2

and my code is
select customer_id,
date_format(last_day(order_date), '%M %d') as new_months,
sum(products_ordered) as total
from amazon_test
where customer_id =1
group by new_months, customer_id;

I currently stuck at the part where I need to have all the months and '0' as the output since no orders were made.

A: If you are running MySQL 8.0, one option is to use a recursive query to generate the months, and then bring the table with a left join:
with recursive months as (
    select customer_id, date_format(min(order_date), '%Y-%m-01') order_date, max(order_date) max_order_date
    from amazon_test
    group by customer_id
    union all
    select customer_id, order_date + interval 1 month, max_order_date
    from months
    where order_date  + interval 1 month < max_order_date
)
select
    m.customer_id,
    date_format(last_day(m.order_date), '%M %d') new_months,
    coalesce(sum(t.products_ordered), 0) ordered_products
from months m
left join amazon_test t
    on  t.customer_id = m.customer_id
    and t.order_date >= m.order_date
    and t.order_date <  m.order_date + interval 1 month
where m.customer_id = 1
group by m.customer_id, m.order_date
order by m.customer_id, m.order_date

I phrased the query so it actually operates on all customer_ids - if you remove the where clause in the outer query, you do get the results for all customers. If you really want the results for only one customer, you can optimize the query by pushing the where filter to the anchor of the recusive query.
Demo on DB Fiddle:

customer_id | new_months   | ordered_products
----------: | :----------- | ---------------:
          1 | January 31   |                3
          1 | February 29  |                0
          1 | March 31     |                1
          1 | April 30     |                0
          1 | May 31       |                0
          1 | June 30      |                0
          1 | July 31      |                0
          1 | August 31    |                0
          1 | September 30 |                1
          1 | October 31   |                0
          1 | November 30  |                0
          1 | December 31  |                2


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package in.clouthink.daas.sbb.audit.event;

import in.clouthink.daas.audit.spi.AuditEventDispatcher;
import in.clouthink.daas.edm.Edms;
import in.clouthink.daas.edm.EventListener;
import in.clouthink.daas.sbb.audit.repository.AuthEventRepository;
import org.apache.commons.logging.Log;
import org.apache.commons.logging.LogFactory;
import org.springframework.beans.factory.InitializingBean;
import org.springframework.beans.factory.annotation.Autowired;
import org.springframework.stereotype.Component;
import org.springframework.util.StringUtils;

/**
 */
@Component
public class RemoveAuthEventListener implements EventListener<RemoveEventObject>, InitializingBean {

	private static final Log logger = LogFactory.getLog(RemoveAuthEventListener.class);

	@Autowired
	private AuthEventRepository authEventRepository;

	@Override
	public void onEvent(RemoveEventObject eventObject) {
		if (StringUtils.isEmpty(eventObject.getRealm())) {
			logger.warn("The realm is empty or null , nothing happens");
			return;
		}
		if (null == eventObject.getBeforeDay()) {
			logger.warn("The before day is not specified , nothing happens");
			return;
		}

		authEventRepository.deleteByRealmAndLoginAtBefore(eventObject.getRealm(), eventObject.getBeforeDay());
	}

	@Override
	public void afterPropertiesSet() throws Exception {
		Edms.getEdm(AuditEventDispatcher.QUEUE_NAME).register(RemoveEventConstants.DELETE_AUTH_EVENT_BEFORE_DAY, this);
	}

}

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While the adults are out tackling Britain's Most Beautiful Marathon back at Kielder Waterside Park our next generation of runners show us what they're made of!
The Kielder Junior Races, 2 age group categories, take place on site at the Kielder Waterside Park in front of the throngs of spectators. For children aged 6-15 years.
Both routes take place within the Kielder Waterside Park boundary and juniors get to cross over the iconic Marathon finish line alongside the stunning Kielder Water.
TRANQUIL, PEACEFUL, INVIGORATING, INSPIRING, CHALLENGING, PICTURESQUE, MEMORABLE, REWARDING...but just remember...it's no bus ride!!
The Race will start on Kielder Water's spectacular Dam providing an inspirational backdrop for those taking part and spectating.


I'm reminded of the story about my first writer back in 1977. I delegated a publicity project to him for one of our clients, a company called Custom Fabricators, Inc. of Waltham, MA. My writer drove by their facility twice when he went there for his first meeting. Why? Because his only knowledge of Custom Fabricators was from the publicity they had received on the front pages and inside features of leading industrial magazines.
He was looking for a big company!
That is what an effective product publicity campaign does. It enhances the image and credibility of your company. Today, it can achieve much more, especially as it relates to the web and SEO.
I have to stop here and tell you that I'm of the school that you don't skimp on tires, brakes, your accountant, or your lawyer. They can literally save your life! If you're a small business trying to compete with the large companies today, add "product publicist" to your list. It can save the life of your business.
There's a lot of information on the internet about doing your own publicity, but that is as crazy as filing your own taxes and doing your own legal work. Having a word processor doesn't make you an effective writer and owning a camera doesn't make you a photographer. Besides, it isn't the photographer who creates a great image, it is the art director who helped compose and stage it. Likewise, publicity isn't about writing; it is about conceptualizing.
Opens new market niches both functionally and geographically.
These benefits don't accrue automatically. There are specific approaches and techniques required to achieve them. An effective product publicity campaign can position your company as a thought leader and grow your business dramatically without spending a fortune.


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Karanovac (cyr. Карановац) – wieś w Bośni i Hercegowinie, w Republice Serbskiej, w gminie Petrovo. W 2013 roku liczyła 1088 mieszkańców.

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The College and Graduate School of Arts & Sciences launched a search for an Associate Dean for Diversity and Inclusion in June 2018. As a newly created role, and under the direction of the Dean of Arts & Sciences, the Associate Dean for Diversity and Inclusion will lead the development and implementation of strategies to build and sustain a culture of inclusion in Arts & Sciences, ensuring a diverse, equitable, and inclusive community of students, staff, and faculty.
On October 23, 2018, Arts & Sciences announced the appointment of Keisha John as the College's first Associate Dean for Diversity and Inclusion.


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Your House In A Family Trust – What Happens To It On Divorce?
When CIPC Deregisters Your Company . . .
Unmarried Fathers - Rights And Responsibilities
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"….. trust assets held by a trustee in trust, do not form part of the personal property of such trustee as a matter of law" (extract from judgment below)
What happens if your home is registered in the name of a trust and you get divorced? Do you get a share of the house's value?
A trust attacked
A recent Supreme Court of Appeal (SCA) judgment illustrates –
A husband and wife had married in community of property.
On divorce, the wife claimed a 50% share in their matrimonial home on the basis that it fell into the joint estate.
The husband countered that the house belonged to a discretionary family trust of which he and his brother were the trustees, the beneficiaries to be chosen by them from amongst his children.
Before they were married, the parties had moved into the house. The trust had bought it 2 years after that.
The parties married a year later, and lived on in the house for another 9 years until divorce.
The wife argued that the trust's assets fell into the joint estate because –
Her husband had deceived her, saying that the property was registered in a trust purely to protect it from his business creditors, that they would agree on who would be beneficiaries, and that she would get 50% on divorce
The trust was her husband's "alter ego" in that he controlled it for his personal benefit in order to amass his own wealth.
The High Court agreed with the wife and ordered that the trust's assets fall into the joint estate.
The SCA however allowed the appeal on the basis that -
There was on the facts no evidence to support any of the wife's assertions of deceit
Even if the trust was the husband's "alter ego" (the Court made no finding on this) the wife was neither a beneficiary nor a transacting third party – she therefore had no standing to challenge her husband's management of the trust.
The end result - the trust keeps its house, leaving the ex-wife to pay some (no doubt substantial) legal costs.
Lessons for trustees and spouses
A critical factor here was that the parties were married in community of property, the court in such a case being as a general rule confined to ordering a 50/50 split between the spouses.
In contrast, with a marriage out of community of property, a divorce court has a wide discretion to redistribute assets between the parties and to order that a particular asset (including an asset of a third party like a trust) belongs to one or other of the parties. Had the parties in this case been married out of community of property, the wife's allegations of mismanagement of the trust would have been relevant and could have changed the outcome.
Two things to take away from this case –
Before you get married, take advice on whether being married in community of property is your best option – for many couples, marriage out of community (with or without accrual) is likely to be a better choice. That certainly would have given the wife in this case a much better shot at getting a share in the house. Your ante-nuptial contract should record your respective rights to any assets (including any interests in trusts, companies etc) in the event of divorce.
As a trustee, ensure that you establish and manage your trust strictly as required by law, with particular reference to the requirement that control of the trust's assets be clearly separated from enjoyment of them. Failure to do so greatly increases the chance of attack by creditors and ex-spouses.
If, for whatever reason, the Companies and Intellectual Property Commission (CIPC) did not receive your company (or CC)'s annual return on due date, it will assume that the company is inactive and will start the deregistration process – the legal effect of which is that the company ceases to exist.
Deregistration is disastrous
That has serious consequences –
Anything you do as a director is automatically void (putting both you personally and your company at significant risk), and
All the company's assets automatically become owned by the State.
Although CIPC says it will notify you before deregistration, clearly many companies are deregistered without their knowledge. Our courts have been faced with many disputes arising from such companies innocently continuing business when no one - neither the directors nor the third parties with whom they transacted - had the faintest clue that the company had in fact ceased to exist.
Reinstatement – the pitfalls
If it happens to you, apply for re-instatement of your company immediately. You are in for cost, hassle and delay. More seriously, you risk failure - for example interested third parties must be given the opportunity to object to the reinstatement (you have to advertise, giving 21 days' notice of your application).
Is reinstatement retrospective? The SCA has spoken
Does a reinstatement order validate contracts, sales etc entered into by a deregistered company during its period of non-existence? It's an important question, with for example directors risking personal liability for "corporate actions" whilst no company actually existed, innocent buyers of company assets at risk of losing them, etc. Until recently, conflicting High Court decisions led to much concern and confusion in this regard.
Fortunately the Supreme Court of Appeal (SCA) has now settled the matter - reinstatement is fully "retrospective", the company's actions during deregistration are automatically validated, and its assets automatically revest in it.
Inevitably though, trading in a non-existent company leaves a mess which may require more clean up than just simple reinstatement. For example if anyone has been prejudiced, you or an affected third party may have to apply for a special court order to remedy the situation.
Directors – your essential action list
Don't risk all that uncertainty, delay and expense in the first place. You certainly don't want to be trying to run your business in a non-existent company with the millstone of a prolonged and uncertain reinstatement application round your neck!
Do these two things now -
Ensure that you have in place a rock-solid process for always lodging your annual returns with CIPC every time, on time; and
Check that your company's status is reflected by CIPC as "In Business" on www.cipc.co.za (use the "Name/Enterprise Search" section).
When and how does a child's unmarried biological father acquire full parental rights and responsibilities? A recent Supreme Court of Appeal (SCA) decision illustrates.
Out of Africa – a baby taken overseas without the father's consent
The mother of a four month old child relocated with him to England without either informing, or seeking permission from, the father
The parents had never been married to each other, nor did they cohabit or live together in a permanent life partnership
The father applied to the English courts for an order that the child be returned to South Africa, and a local High Court had to determine whether or not the child's removal was lawful
On appeal, the SCA agreed with the High Court that the removal was unlawful in that it had breached the father's rights as a guardian - you need permission from all of a child's guardians, or from a court, to get a child's passport or to take it out of the country.
The three requirements to become a guardian
In summary, our Children's Act automatically recognises an unmarried father as a guardian if he –
Consents to be identified as the child's father,
Contributes, or attempts in good faith to contribute, to the child's upbringing for a reasonable period, and
Contributes, or attempts in good faith to contribute, towards expenses in connection with the maintenance of the child for a reasonable period.
The mother, held the Court, had actively frustrated the father's efforts at fatherhood, refusing for example to allow him to be present at the birth and then restricting his access to the child. Moreover the father had visited and interacted with the child regularly, introduced him to his extended family, taken out an endowment policy to cater for his future upbringing, and contributed financially.
On these facts, the father was indeed a co-guardian with full parental rights and responsibilities, and accordingly the child's removal from South Africa had been unlawful.
Your EMP501 reconciliation for the period 1 March 2014 to 28 February 2015 must be lodged with SARS by Friday 29 May. Do it now – leave yourself plenty of time to resolve any queries or discrepancies.
Make sure you have the latest version of "e@syFile Employer" from the SARS website at http://www.sars.gov.za/TaxTypes/PAYE/Pages/Employer-Interim-Reconciliation.aspx (the page also has a full guide on completing your return).
From 30 April any "infant" under the age of three travelling in your car must be seated on "an appropriate child restraint".
For more on choosing the correct child restraints/baby seats/booster seats/car seats for different age groups, see "Child Restraints and Road Safety" on the Arrive Alive website at https://www.arrivealive.co.za/Child-Restraints-and-Road-Safety.
"This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late parrot. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot." (Monty Python's Flying Circus)
If your laptop/PC/TV/tablet or cell phone is as dead as John Cleese's parrot, don't just throw it away. "E-waste" (electronic and electrical waste) contains both valuable and hazardous material, and should always be recovered by specialists.
Don't dispose of e-waste in your normal rubbish collection - contaminants such as lead, cadmium, beryllium and the like pose significant health risks to individuals and communities – but what then do you do with it?
Here's a website with an easy answer. Find your nearest Collection Sites, Recyclers and Refurbishers on the e-Waste Association of South Africa website www.ewasa.org – look for the drop down menu "Recycling" to see what's what in your area.
We're talking "anything that runs on electricity" here - discarded computers, entertainment electronics, mobile phones, household appliances, spent fluorescent tubes, batteries, battery-operated toys etc.
Security Note: Remember to wipe all memory and hard drives thoroughly before disposal – otherwise your sensitive information (think account details, credit card numbers, company secrets etc) could easily end up in the hands of criminals.
"To be prepared is half the victory" (Miguel de Cervantes)
There's nothing worse than unexpectedly being plunged into load shedding. Be prepared – register now for Sharenet's free alerts on their website at http://www.sharenet.co.za/loadshedding/. Look also for a link to their Android App at the end of your registration process.


Need a trim? The Barber Shop has recently opened, offering standard cuts and beard trims for men, basic cuts for women and even styles for kids, all with classic service and style. The salon is decked out like a traditional barbershop, with tiled floors and even a barber's pole. They plan to offer wet shaves soon, so stay tuned!
Maker House in Cityplaza hosts a rotating range of young designers and emerging brands, selected in partnership with the Hong Kong Federation of Youth Groups. The space is currently showcasing UNSUIKYO, which will last until mid-November. Its funky Japanese eyewear using designs inspired by nature would make a great Christmas gift.
Tong Chong Street Market is back! The food market with sustainability at its heart features a coffee theme this month, with 20 local and overseas vendors, including four from Taiwan, showcasing their unique take on coffee. Keep an eye out for coffee-flavoured chicken wings and other speciality products like the first ever Hong Kong-made gin.
Now in its 15th edition, the Hong Kong Asian Film Festival returns with screenings of over 70 films from veteran and emerging directors. The films cover a wide array of topics and styles, including a tribute to Japanese actress Kiki Kirin, workshops by director Lee Sang-il and debuts from exciting new directors.
ArtisTree's newest interactive exhibition in collaboration with ESKYIU PLAYKITS and Nike includes a multi-sports challenge with ping-pong till 2am, yoga, basketball and other sports, while the C-Suite Dialogues roundtable discussions will explore the role of work and play. Rediscover traditional Chinese music with innovative performances, perfect for getting your culture, arts and team-building fix this month.
The White Christmas Street Fair is back. This year, the fair will take us all on a heart-warming journey with the Starstreet Precinct and Tong Chong Street, Taikoo Place transformed into quaint train stations reminiscent of traditional Xmas family get-togethers filled with loved ones, friends, mouth-watering food and plenty of Yuletide joy.
The highlight will for sure be The Santa Express – which is set to immerse visitors in non-stop Christmas shopping, festive food and drink, delightful Community Upcycling Workshops supported by Community Partner Grosvenor and truly unforgettable live entertainment including the Teddy Bear Parade and music gigs!
Are you a reader of The Mag and a marketing professional in Quarry Bay? Come join the marketing mixer hosted by The Mag with complimentary food and drinks at contemporary members' club The Refinery. You'll get to meet the team behind the online magazine and other industry experts while checking out the club's fantastic facilities – it's a tasteful setting that just might inspire your future campaign.
Oi! art space has recently opened two new exhibitions as part of the Sparkle series, Journal of a Foot Soldier and Show Art's Hand: An Investigation on Art Labour. The first exhibition explores modern city living through the perspective of a city walker with additional artist-led walks, while the second exhibition focuses on arts education, labour and includes various interactive elements. Both are open to 6th January 2019, so drop by on your way home one day.
During November, take advantage of the F&B, shopping and fitness deals with the Taikoo Social app. Grab a free coffee at newly opened Ralph's Coffee pop-up store and enjoy a 10% discount on farmers' produce at Tong Chong Street Market. Enjoy free tea at TP Tea and dozens of other exclusive deals.
Besides, the "Buzz Out Loud" game is counting down to its deadline on 9 November. Grab the chance to join for the chance to win two Cathay Pacific round-trip tickets to any Asian destination.
Let PUBLIC host your next kids' party. You'll get to customise the event by choosing among activities and other privileges, including a magic show, face painting, simple cooking workshops, a complimentary cake, gifts for each child and even a bouncy castle (at extra charge). The minimum spend is $18,000 for lunch and includes two of the above, while the minimum for dinner is $22,000 and includes three choices. You may also opt for $800 off on the party or a $800 dining voucher for your next visit.


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