On the Therapeutic Value of Darts

In these very strange times, many of us are spending way too much time on screens and/or keyboards. I was starting to suffer headaches and a pain in the shoulder when a bright idea struck. I don’t get many so they are easy to recognise when they do turn up. Why not put up a dartboard?

It has worked wonders.
Every hour I go around the clock, which means I get a different length to focus on, a different action for my right arm and I acquire a useful (?) life skill.
And the pain in neck and shoulders has gone.
OK, so to start with it took me a significant part of the hour, but that’s improving…

For those of you tempted to do likewise the standard height from the floor to the bullseye on the dartboard is 5 feet 8 inches (1.73 m), while the oche (distance between the front of the board and the toeline) should measure 7 feet 9¼ inches (2.37 m). Just don’t put it on the back of a door which someone might walk through.

On the Kindness of Strangers

Driving back home one day I was horrified to see a whole lot of white smoke appear from behind the dashboard on my trusty Volvo. Wafting a bit of it towards me to smell it I was relieved that it was steam rather than smoke – so it was a burst heater matrix (fixable) rather than an electrical fault (probably serious enough write off the car).

The next place to pull off happened to be a building site. I parked up on the slip road, opened the bonnet and indeed the coolant header was empty. So I went up to the security man on the barrier to ask if he could get me some water.

He comes over to confirm the diagnosis, goes back into the site and brings out a 5 litre water fountain bottle full of water. I pour that in, he goes back to re-fill it. And gives me the bottle.

Gratefully I offer him a tenner for his trouble, which he absolutely refuses.

With stops to refill the coolant system and the bottle I get home.

  • He could have just told me to go away – but he didn’t.
  • He could have kept the bottle – but he didn’t
  • He could have accepted the tenner – but he didn’tWithout thought of reward, he just helped. It doesn’t half make life better.

On the Future of Rough Estimates

It used to be that rough estimates could be developed on the back of a cigarette packet – or in more artisan environments on a pack of cigarette papers. But fewer and fewer people smoke (yes, I do miss it) so clearly such estimating methods are no longer viable. There was always the alternative of the back of an envelope, but it’s all junk mail through the letterbox now, so keeping the envelopes before binning the contents is rather old school. Stuff you want to see comes mostly by email or text these days. And surely the envelope we are referring to can’t be the type that we are often encouraged to push while thinking outside the box going forward; that would be wholly inappropriate for estimation.

But without fag packets, Rizla papers and envelopes what is the future for rough estimates based on judgement?

No need to worry, because help is at hand on two fronts. On the one hand we have the long overdue democratisation of expertise made possible by incredibly widespread and fast levels of communication whose pinnacle is social media. When so many can instantly make their views plain, the status of elites ranging from restaurant critics to doctors has been much reduced. As an eater your view of an eatery is just as valid as anyone else’s, as a patient it is quite clear that doctors don’t always get it right, and that’s not what it says on the internet anyway. These days your opinion really matters on every subject. All that stuff about years of experience was just a ploy by elitist groups clinging to power.

As well as that, we have algorithms for everything, which instantly replaces the need to spend any time developing judgement, because everything is determinable to a degree of precision that renders rough estimates obsolete.

Taken together those two themes mean we are cleverer than ever before, and so have no need for judgemental guesses. The absence of fag packets and envelopes is therefore no hindrance to progress.

That’s OK then.

Everyone’s a Winner!

As usual on Ebay I leave feedback, and in the vast majority of cases it is positive, so that is straightforward. A few weeks ago I ordered a car charger for a laptop. It hadn’t turned up a week beyond the expected delivery date, despite the delivery address being a work address where there is always people about. So I got in touch with the supplier, who said they would send another unit, which turned up a few days later.

When it came to leaving feedback I ticked the neutral box. After all it wasn’t a bad experience, since I got the charger. But it wasn’t good either; I could have done with it the previous week, and had to contact the seller to chase the order, so neutral feedback seemed appropriate.

But you go through a “you aren’t leaving positive feedback – have you been in touch with the vendor?” and then a “are you sure you don’t want to leave positive feedback?”. The pressure was definitely on to leave positive feedback irrespective of the quality of the transaction. It’s similar to 25% of students getting a first, and, in one of my previous incarnations as a civil servant, 60% of people being rated as suitable for promotion at their annual review.

The snag is that if everything is good, then nothing is good. So everyone’s a loser.