Archive for August, 2008

A family tree mystery solved

Those of you who have been following my family tree exploits here on dadams.co.uk (so that’s my brother Steve and perhaps one other person) will know that I’ve experienced two major roadblocks. One is my great-grandmother Alice West, where the lack of any evidence of her marriage to Henry James Clinch (yikes) has so far made it impossible to trace her roots. No marriage certificate, no dad’s name, and there’s loads of Alice Wests to choose from in West London around that time. I have a prime suspect but no evidence.

The other problem was the identity of my great-great-great grandmother, the mother of James Clinch and grandmother of the afore-mentioned Henry Clinch (and wife of Henry Clinch Senior, the butterman / cheesemonger). Would this be easier with a diagram? Vital pieces of evidence were missing… no record of James’ birth, no obvious record of Henry Senior getting married (blimey, bit of a trend emerging here) and no record of Henry Senior’s wife in the 1851 census… just Henry, his son (Henry William), his daughter (Jane), and a mysterious laundry woman named Sarah Thwaites. Triple bad luck.

James wasn’t born until circa 1853, so who was his mother? Where was his mother when the census was being recorded? I guess that’ll never be answered, but she may have been out of the house, plain and simple as that.

However, a couple of months ago I made contact with a very distant cousin who said that Henry William’s mother was named Sarah. At the time I was engrossed with the Alice West conundrum and have only recently put that on the back-burner. Turning my attention to the possibility of a Sarah Clinch there were three things I could follow up. #1 was a marriage record for a Henry Clinch in the St James (Westminster) district in the 4th quarter of 1845 – in those days the marriage index didn’t record who married who (as it does starting early in the 20th century), just that a certain set of people got married. If you’re very lucky you can work out who married who via census records. In that same quarter that this unknown Henry Clinch was married, two Sarahs were also married (Greening and Milnes). So I ordered Henry’s marriage certificate.

#2 was Henry William’s birth certificate. He was my great-great-great uncle so I’m not one of his descendants, but this should tell me the name of his mother and hopefully tie up with…

#3 – a death certificate for a Sarah Clinch, 1855 in Brentford. I know that Henry Clinch Senior married in his later years, long after the children were born, so was this Sarah Clinch his first wife?

When you order these certificates they offer ‘reference checking’ – this allows the General Register Office to check a vital piece of information you give them to ensure that the certificate is the one you want and that you’re spending your £7 wisely. For the wedding in 1845, I asked for a check on the mystery Henry Clinch marrying one of the Sarahs. For Henry William’s birth certificate, I asked for a check that his father was also Henry Clinch. For the death certificate, I asked for a check that the late Sarah’s husband was Henry Clinch.

Today, two certificates turned up. The first one I opened was Sarah Clinch’s death certificate  – and bingo (I shouldn’t really get too excited, this detailed my great-great-great grandmother’s demise), she was the wife of Henry Clinch the butterman. She died aged 33 from “albuminuria, dropsy and diarrhoea”. You know what the last one is, that’s the green apple splats, but you can look up the other two in Wikipedia. Clearly she was most unwell and I hope her passing was peaceful.

The second envelope contained Henry William’s birth certificate. Bingo – son of Henry Clinch the butterman and Sarah Clinch formerly Brown. Two pieces of an ancient jigsaw snapping into place. My conclusion from this would be that Sarah Brown was James’ mother and therefore my great-great-great grandmother (given that James’ birth took place in between these two events).

The third certificate hasn’t turned up – I would guess this is because it failed the reference check and that Henry Clinch married Hannah Chapman or Jane Esther Prothero.

So, this is progress, but look at that name… Sarah Brown. Brown is the 5th most common (I mean frequently occurring, don’t get upset) surname in Britain behind Smith, Jones, Williams and Taylor. The death certificate tells me her age (and therefore a birth year of circa 1822) and pretty much nothing else. The birth certificate of Henry William confirms her maiden name… so we have a Sarah Brown, born around 1822, place of birth unknown, parents unknown. What I need is a record of their marriage, if indeed they did get married. Their first child was Jane, born in 1848, so it’s likely they were married no more than two or three years before that (unless they had children prior to Jane who didn’t survive). The official marriage register started late in 1837, but as Sarah would have been just 15 at the time I think it’s unlikely they married before records began.

The geneologist Anthony Adolph reminds budding ancestry hunters that military records are often overlooked, and a marriage which happened while in service isn’t usually recorded on the general register but in a separate military marriage register. I have no idea if Henry Senior served in the forces, but it could explain why he seems to be missing from the 1841 census (although admittedly that census was very hit and miss compared the later ones). Unfortunately a search of military marriages has drawn a blank.

Another roadblock, but it’s a roadblock one generation further back, and I call that progress.

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Archos reveals the Internet Media Tablet

After a few days of teasing us, this afternoon Archos switched over to their new web site design, but more importantly unveiled some new devices. Not the 606 as many assumed but (as I sort-of correctly predicted) a range of ‘Internet Media Tablets’ – the Archos 5, the Archos 7 and the Archos 5g. Some initial observations…

  • They make my 605 look like something Noah might have used as he waited for the floods to subside
  • Archos had a quick look at an iPhone during their latest design process
  • The Opera web browser is included for free, putting paid to one of the major whines about the 605
  • The 60gb model is about the same size as a 30gb 605 but a bit slimmer… however, it weighs 60 grams more
  • A 4.8 inch screen (as opposed to 4.3) making full use of the device’s dimensions
  • It has an e-mail client
  • The battery life states 4 hours of video playback… 1.5 hours less than the 605
  • No removable battery (oh dear)
  • No navigation buttons, it’s all touch-screen (cleaning cloth provided)
  • It doesn’t appear that the 605’s DVR station will fit (oh dear, again)
  • The Archos 5 will be available ‘early September’ and a 60gb device will be £279 (ouch)

Archos 5

So, there’s some negatives there. Firstly, I like the 605’s navigation buttons and don’t like having a mucky screen, so I’m not convinced that I’ll like a touch-screen only device. Less battery life? That surprises me, usually battery life gets better with newer devices – and without a removable battery that’s a double bummer. Weighs more? 60 grams is no big deal.

I think it’s a poor show that (as far as I can tell) the Archos 5 will need a new DVR station. Having invested in a DVR station and battery dock for the 605 if I move up to the new device I’ll have to buy completely new accessories. Archos, take note of what Apple have done… that connection slot on the iPods has remained consistent for years – the JBL ‘donut’ speaker I bought for the wife’s iPod Mini several years ago is still working with her iPod touch. That factor is not only good for consumers, but it’s also good for the third party accessory market, and ultimately good for Apple. Archos will suffer if manufacturers don’t have faith in them sticking to a connection format.

In summary… do I want one? Yes. Do I need one? No. Will I buy one? Undecided. We’ll see how generous Father Christmas is feeling.

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My time wasted by NHS Direct

Our story starts about ten days when I noticed a lump on my face, itchy like an insect bite. Not that uncommon in Summer (yes, damp English people, it is Summer) and I had spent a fair amount of time wading around the undergrowth beyond our drive clearing nettles and assorted other undesirable vegetation.

Within four days it was much larger and quite swollen. Just as it reached the point I was getting concerned it started to subside. But then a few days later it was back with a vengeance and by Saturday I had an open sore patch on my lower left cheek, nearly two inches wide, and very swollen. Sorry to give you the explicit details but I don’t think you come to this web site to have fun… that’s what YouTube is for. This festering wound wasn’t what you’d describe as “weeping”… “dripping” would be more like it.

Looking at it still swollen, quite disgusting and obviously infected on Sunday morning I thought I’d better do something about it. I called NHS Direct knowing that I could go and see a doctor somewhere in Surrey at some point that day. I called, waited, and was cut off. I called again and after a couple of minutes on hold my call was answered. Details were taken (name, date of birth, ethnic origin, favourite pizza topping) and then I was asked a series of questions about my health… all of which could have been summarised under the general heading of “do you have meningitis?”. Confident that I wasn’t in any immediate peril, the call taker said that a nurse would call within four hours, but probably nearer to one hour.

About an hour later, as promised, a nurse called. I described the symptoms and she said it would be best for me to get some further treatment (genius). I was given two options – the first was a rather vague-sounding possibility that I could drive somewhere that was open for patients some time during the day. The other was driving to a specific location (Ascot’s Heatherwood Hospital) where they had a minor injuries department open from 08:00 to 22:00. Heatherwood Hospital is about fifteen minutes drive from Adams Towers, so this sounded just the job.

On reaching the minor injuries department I was given a card with a number (3). This it turned out was not my ticket to see the nurse, it was to get an appointment with the receptionist. Yes, I was being held in a queue for a meeting with the receptionist. After quarter of an hour I was granted an audience with the receptionist who took some details (name, date of birth, ethnic origin, did I prefer smooth or crunchy peanut butter)… and then she asked me what the problem was. Wasn’t it obvious? I’d sprained my effin’ ankle. Or perhaps it was this unsightly blemish covering a quarter of my face? Okay perhaps a fifth.

Luckily I had the presence of mind to anticipate a wait. I have experienced a long wait before during the gall bladder saga. After five hours of laying on a trolley I saw a doctor who asked me where the pain was. “Nowhere now doc, it subsided two hours ago”. “Well” he said, “you seem a little dehydrated”. “Yes, I’ve been laying on this trolley for five hours”. Anyway, back to the present – I took along the soon-to-be-superceded (grrrr) Archos 605 and started watching “Knocked Up” (I do like Seth Rogen). So I know that it was one hour nine minutes before my name was called.

To cut a long story short that one hour nine minutes had been a waste of time (apart from watcing one half of a good movie) – this was the ‘minor injuries department’ and what I had was an “ailment” not an injury. I needed to see a doctor. This was an amazing revelation… a doctor, fancy that. But hang on… I’m in a hospital. But no, foiled again. “Mr Adams, you live in Surrey, and this hospital is in Berkshire”. Had I walked onto the set of ‘The League of Gentlemen’? Was this a local hospital for local people? Despite the fact that a doctor was sitting in the next room, I couldn’t see him. I had to see my own GP, or a doctor who could treat Surrey-based afflictions.

So, another night with a large dressing on my face, and I’m contemplating when I’ll be able to shave next (I’ve never been a big fan of shaving, but sometimes it’s necessary). If I have a meeting with you during the coming week, and I apologise for my tramp-like appearance, you’ll know why. A photo of the facial deformity is available on request, but I’ve decided not to post one here (in case you’ve just eaten).

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Archos are teasing us

“There are many things you can be sure of in this life. Death is one, but if you want to discuss something less morbid let’s talk about technology – the fact that if you purchase any item, as sure as night follows day, at some point in the not-to-distant future you will be disgruntled when the new / improved model is launched.”

That’s the third time I used that quote (my own quote) and the reason for using it again is that on their web site Archos are teasing their fanboys (me included) with a red curtain and the words “Coming up soon…”.

What this relates to is fairly obvious – the fabled Archos 606. But is that what they’re going to name it? A few months ago Archos published their annual statement on their web site and there were some rather telling points…

  • The continued mention of an ‘Internet Tablet’
  • The Internet Tablet would outsell the Generation 5 devices by two-to-one in 2008 (then it had better ship in time for Christmas, methinks)
  • Sales of Generation 5 devices wouldn’t feature in 2009 sales at all
  • Mentions of 3G
  • Telcos would become a route-to-market in 2008, and rise from 10% to 25% of device delivery in 2009
  • The ‘mobile Internet’ has stalled because of the disappointing experience of browsers on current mobile devices, stating that 3 inch screens are way too small and 4.3 inch screens (that’s the size of the Archos 605) are “a compromise” – pocket-sized devices should have a 5 inch screen
  • And finally a diagram containing the words “Premium Smartphone” with an arrow pointing to those words, and “Q4 2008″ on the arrow – hmmm, what could they mean?

So there you have it… no announcement yet, they’re still teasing. It’ll be a ‘personal media player’ (PMP, but I don’t care for abbreviations) with a 3G phone, a 5 inch screen and a world-class web browsing experience. We’ll see how right I am soon(ish).

Personally I hope it doesn’t have a phone. I like the idea of a media player that also browses the web (uh, like the 605) but I don’t want a phone built in as well. Who wants to be watching a movie and then get interrupted and stick the thing against your ear? The Opera browser built into the 605 is excellent, but if they could get the BBC iPlayer working that would be a big bonus (it works on the wife’s iPod touch, but that was news to her).

Just pressed [F5] again… nothing.

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IBM teams with the Linux guys

Watch out Microsoft… the boys from Redmond don’t even have to get out of bed to make billions of dollars from Windows, but are those days numbered? Vista hasn’t exactly experienced a stampede of adoption and customers are increasingly questioning the amounts of money handed to Microsoft.

Linux on the other hand is maturing and the barriers for adoption in the corporate market place are steadily falling away. As a server platform (e.g. for Lotus Domino) Linux has been taken seriously for a number of years and has seen wide adoption – I’ve heard quotes like “3 out of 4 new servers deployed in China use Linux” (can’t find anything to back that up admittedly) and Michael Dell said last year “on the server side Linux continues to grow nicely, a bit faster than Windows”.

Adoption of Linux on the desktop has understandably been slower, but with mission-critical desktop applications such as OpenOffice, Firefox, Lotus Notes, Sametime and Symphony offering full functionality I’m sure the adoption will accelerate over the next few years.

Returning to the main post of this post… oh, just read this page.

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Random quote of the day

Big news just in from the BBC…

“Actress Patsy Kensit has said she was so upset to find her grandfather was a criminal on TV show Who Do You Think You Are? she stopped washing her hair.”

Is it just me or does anyone else fail to see the connection between Kensit’s ancestral vices and her hair-washing routine? I know that I gave up cutting my toe nails for three weeks after discovering that my great x4 grandfather was a fishmonger, but this is different kettle of, errr, fish.

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If I won the lottery…

I like to keep a mental note of all the things I will do when I win the lottery (as I remain eternally and misguidedly sure that I eventually will). Not being very interested in cars, my automobile wish-list is fairly short and doesn’t include one of those unnecessarily large suburban-Sherman menaces which are used to ferry one small child to school along a perfectly level Surrey road. I’d probably go for a Maserati GranTourismo for no better than I don’t know anybody else with one.

I actually don’t want for much, and I don’t even think I’d give up work. A big boat moored in Mahon harbour? A villa in a sunny place (with it’s own swimming pool and ample shade to protect my English / Scottish / Scandinavian milky-white skin)? Paying someone to cut the grass? Time to write the book I’ve always wanted to write? Yep, all of these things… but in the last two months, something else has pushed it’s way up to #1 priority…

Having no mortgage.

Until yesterday, our mortgage lender was Northern Rock. For the benefit of those outside the UK (or people who never switch on the television or read a newspaper) Northern Rock have been through a bit of a sticky patch. Everything was going to be okay as long as it’s investors didn’t panic and start queuing up outside Northern Rock branches and withdrawing all of their money. Oh dear…

I momentarily entered a state of the most ridiculous optimism where I thought it might collapse so suddenly that they’d lose sight of the fact that I owe them over £350k. A few seconds later I came to my senses. As far as I was concerned as a customer, the impact on me was that they “were unable to offer a mortgage when our current agreement terminated” or something like that. Not a huge surprise.

So, just 22 months after entering a mortgage agreement on a fairly low fixed interest rate, I was facing the prospect of getting a new one and the knowledge that it would cost me more. Here’s the first nasty fact-of-life about mortgages… for most things in life, when you pay more you get usually something better. With a mortgage, you pay more and you get to stay in your own house. £350 more a month and bugger-all for it.

But it gets worse. Mortgage lenders have worked out that unless you’re very rich, lucky, a member of the Royal Family or a tramp, you need a mortgage. Or you can live in a cardboard box under a bridge. Knowing that most people prefer the first option, the lenders will squeeze as much money out of you for the privilege of being a home owner (some time in the future). Set-up fees, admin fees, we-just-thought-of-this fees… and if you’re swapping lenders, you need solicitors involved. Or do you? To be honest, I don’t know, you really have to take some of these things on faith.

The solicitor experience in this process is not like the solicitor interaction you get with buying a house – you don’t sit in the office of some posh bloke who has a certificate on his wall and tells me that thanks to a late 19th century order I can’t keep pigs on my land (which totally ruined my dream of parading two prize sows down Camberley High Street). The so-called solicitors involved in the re-mortgage process appeared to be no more than a call centre manned by operators with a vague understanding of what might possibly be involved. For example, when you tell them two months in advance that our current mortgage arrangement ends on the 1st of August, it’s not very helpful that on the 28th of July they tell you that completion is ready to happen on the 4th of August. Three days of paying the mortgage at Northern Rock’s very expensive fall-back rate? No thanks, you idiots.

So after this expensive, time-consuming and irritating process, what do we get? We live in the same house and pay out £350 more a month. But it’s okay, because the correct six balls will be drawn tomorrow night.

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