Saturday, 2 January 2016

2015: Riding the woodpecker of destiny like the weasel of opportunity

When computers compress data to save on space they use mathematical formula that can return those long chains of 1s and 0s back to their original state, or degrade them to a close approximation.  Our brains often take a bolder path to storing the data we take in each day, they just delete as much as they can get away with so that consciousness retains a narrative strand with us at the centre and not a disjointed set of fragments that are alien to us and ultimately maddening. We recall hearing a Taylor Swift song for the first time and whether we like/dislike it....but not the smooth texture of the handrail of the third stairwell in the train station, which pocket we placed our house keys or the phone number of the person we only pretended we'd call back.

Add to this hero's journey we pile on the external stimuli - other people, all 8 billion of them with their presentations of their narratives.  There's going to be a lot of deleting going on as our brains sift our signals from their noise.  We aid each other to speed along the editing process.  I am happy. I am sad. Often we need more.  I am sad because a stranger could make you sad so I want to make me and you happy. The stranger is a bad person. The stranger must stop listening to their narrative and start listening to mine.

Time passes. Indexes are re-indexed. We eat, we sleep, we love, we hate. We stand waiting for public transport to take us home, late from a meeting to discuss something abstract that was both too important to miss and irrelevant too. We borrow, we buy.  People live, people die.  We breath in, we breath out.  We stand on a beach, our toes enveloped in surf as gentle waves lap against the shore.  The climate is failing, the news report relays. We catch dolphins off our bow and trail them across the bay. Meetings. Deadlines. Reports. Successes. Failures.  France is at war.  We sit halfway up a mountain in a sea of trees looking out across a valley, they Pyrenees lie beyond hazy in the distance.  There is a stillness that we won't be able to recapture for the rest of the year.

Another year has passed. Summarise it. Draw from the index, represent the past. Change the story. Make it suit the narrative.  It's all noise.  There is no signal.  Keep it light.

"Je Suis Charlie Hebdo" we all write on Facebook. It's January 2015. TV is just wall to wall dieting and healthy living shows so we reluctantly watch the news. A small group of terrorists machine gun the editorial team of a satirical magazine in Paris as a reprisal for featuring Allah in a cartoon. There are marches.  People on mass declare they are not scared, mostly on social media.  Asteroid 2004 BL86 flies by at 3 times the distance from us as the moon.  It'll be the closest fly by until 7 August 2027.  Syriza sweep to power in the latest round of Greek elections promising to roll back austerity and renegotiate the national debt.  The ebola outbreak in West Africa continues to be contained by a mixture of local and international efforts with an efficiency that soon takes it off the news agenda, unless the odd white person briefly contracts it.

We suffered what was then in February the novelty of a maritime tragedy as hundreds of migrants are suspected of dying in the Mediterranean in an attempt to cross over from Libya to Italy.  They were definitely migrants. The argument over them being refugees was months away. What was causing people to leave Eritrea on mass and risk their very lives to escape would be something we just wouldn't get around to chatting over in 2015.  Rita Ora, Charlie XCX and James Corden needed their airtime too you know.   A ceasefire in Ukraine was agreed. Not with Russia of course, they had no involvement in he destabilising of a whole country because it democratically started looking to the West.  As a polar vortex fell over America temperatures collapsed. Niagara Falls froze over.

In March in the UK the pre-election budget favoured the old over the young, throwing a bone to savers and promises of changes to inheritance tax in the future. No one said the Conservative Party didn't understand it's voter demographic. Those studying the figures a little deeper see a pattern of Government spending that can only balance the books through significant welfare cuts.  An election, a new budget, a revolt in the Lords, these are all for later.  For now it's smiling politicians, promises and little talk of tomorrow's "difficult decisions".  Meanwhile in a hotel in North Yorkshire, Jeremy Clarkson pauses from denying climate change to strike a producer in the face over the lack of hot food and give exasperated BBC bosses enough of an excuse to take Top Gear off the air.  In 2016 the programme will return but with new hosts.  Clarkson et al suffered the indignity of not getting their BBC contacts renewed by signing for Amazon at massively inflated salaries.  Good to see money putting 1950s racism in its place.

On 23 March an Airbus 320 slowly descended from its cruising height, the co-pilot at the controls steadily and quietly breathed as he adjusted the autopilot.  Within minutes the plane had crashed into the side of a mountain in the Alps.  The flight recording not only recorded the calmly deliberate actions of the co-pilot but those of the pilot's desperate attempts to regain access to the cockpit, smashing a fire extinguisher against the locked door to a backdrop of the passenger's screams.  Everybody died, including the suicidal co-pilot.  As soon as mental health issues were suspected and no link to ISIS had been established the media moved on before the debris had been removed from the scree slopes.

April sees another 700 migrants feared dead in a Mediterranean shipwreck. UKIP's Nigel Farage speaks at Strasbourg of the dangers of waves of millions of immigrants coming from Africa and within their contingent half a million Islamic extremists arriving in Europe posing a direct threat to its civilisation.    To bring April to a close, at a depth of just over 8 km below Nepal an earthquake of 7.8 strikes taking close to 9000 lives.

May starts with Mayweather beating Pacquiao in a boxing contest more about over hyped promotion and revenue streams than the event itself, something lacking in quality, arriving many years later than it should have taken place when the fighters were at their peaks.  It would be a month of gladiatorial contests in the UK with the General Election. Taking the boxing's lead it also resulted in a lack of spectacle, smatterings of disappointment and limited appetite for a rematch.  May is the month of the "Shy Tories". A species of voter unable to reveal their true intentions of pollsters.  Minor percentage point shifts cause the end of many politicians careers.  Meanwhile, David Cameron untroubled over whether to appear smug formed the first Conservative government to rule the country for 18 years. Multinationals, non-doms and most of the print media held their equivalents of street parties.  Hard working Britons look to keep their heads down before being invoked in rhetoric in around 5 years.  France forces supermarkets to give unsold food to charities.  UK equivalents consider doing likewise.  On the 23rd Ireland becomes the first country to legalise same sex marriage, a move that gets repeated in other countries in the coming months.

FIFA officials are arrested on corruption charges in Switzerland. The naive/hopeful amongst us see this as the beginning of the end for Sepp Blatter and his FIFA cabal. If this is the case then it's a long goodbye. He finishes 2015 suspended from FIFA and many of his colleagues facing legal charges.  His head remains not a pike.  The world cup tournaments to Russia and Qatar remain as dubiously awarded.  FIFA looks to carry on.  Football for all its multimillion pound television deals and media saturation suffers.

June brings Greece back under the spotlight with a spot of defaulting on a debt repayment, the collapse of the eurozone, western civilisation, cats and dogs living together.  Most of the month is spent in emergency summits with the noble aspiration of avoiding theming Europe as a Mad Max film.   On 26 June Seifeddine Rezgui spoke to his father on his mobile phone, finished the call and threw it in the sea. The kalashnikov was hidden in a sun shade.  After firing on the tourists on the beach he entered the five star hotel and attacked people until security forces arrived and shot him.  38 people died, 30 of them British.

Iran reaches a nuclear deal in July with the rest of the world.  With this and offering to bomb ISIS in Iraq they are going to have to do a great deal of "death to west" stuff to get back up the Axis of Evil League Table.  To further sprinkle a spirit of optimism in the month the US and Cuba resume diplomatic relations after just 54 years.  Luckily David Cameron brings us back down with a charming speech on immigration, talking of "a swarm of people coming across the Mediterranean seeking a better life, wanting to come to Britain". It's a lot to go on - the temerity of people to not want to die of poverty, that their movement is equated as being like insects.  But there's more.  "Everything that can be done will be done to make sure our borders are secure and make sure that British holidaymakers are able to go on their holidays". Good. The last thing we want is the humble British tourist being put unable to lie on a li-lo in the sea for all the dead bodies washing up on the shore.

August. Summer time. The news (or more importantly, its reporters) goes on holiday.  Off duty US soldiers prevent a terrorist attack on a train in France.  China's economy has a bit of a wobble, devaluations occur and the rest of the world financial market put on tin hats.  In post hand wringing repetition another 200 people die in the Mediterranean in a single attempted crossing..

September sees the swarm take on a very human guise.  A picture of a drowned child on a Greek beach fills the media.  This is now a crisis. Refugees from principally Syria and Afghanistan are streaming across Europe.  Most countries are open armed, Germany and Sweden especially.  Britain remains Little Britain until a whipped up public outcry causes the Government to begrudgingly relent.  Because mainly it's an odd numbered month Greece has another general election.  Back in the UK it's the party conference season and for some the knives are out.  In one of those purely coincidental events, at the start of the Conservative party conference a non-dom who may or may not have been promised a cabinet role in the previous government only to find the way barred due to the coalition took his bat and ball home, paid for a hatchet biography to be written resulting in allegations of David Cameron spending quality time with a pig's head whilst participating at an initiation ceremony at university. In other ham fisted moments the Labour party, in full recoil mode from the values that got it elected in 1997 retreats from the political centre and welcomes Jeremy Corbyn as its new leader.  A man of principled strong left wing views.  A collector of manhole cover photographs. A bogey man of much of the print media, determined to take us back to the three day week of the 1970s and probably communism too.  He is all of these things.  Corbyn is such an honest and unpolished a figure on the political stage it is un-nerving. I like him but then I'm not a Labour Party member. 2020 may well see George Osborne installed at No.10 but it's still an improvement on Ed Miliband politics as vacuum years. The month closes with France launching airstrikes against ISIS in Syria.

On 26 October the Lords vote down the inevitable bill to remove Tax Credits from people who don't vote Conservative. This is portrayed as the death of democracy and that the Lords will need reforming as they have chosen not to respect the wishes of the House of Parliament.  Bar maintaining the status quo it did invite the question what they thought the purpose of the House of Lords was. In a Halloween special a Russian plane was initially reported as crashing on leaving Sharm El Sheikh in Egypt but within days was declared as a terrorist incident with a bomb being placed on the jet.  Russia steps up airstrikes in Syria, even hitting some targets not on Bashar al-Assad's hit list.

In November Paris experienced a terrorist attack across the city. In world terrorism league tables it's the 9th worst attack of the year. I defy you to name the #1 - just 2000 estimated deaths by Boko Haram in Nigeria in early January during a 4 day massacre. Anyway, back to Paris. More death. More fear. More anger. People changed their facebook logos to having a French flag background apparently equating a single mouse button click to an expression of empathy for the people involved in the attack, a reinforcement of support of Western values and decrying of immigration being used by terrorists to get into Europe.  The city itself is now a status symbol, as rumours of terror attacks were associated with other cities across Europe they receive the tag Paris-style.  To ensure tensions didn't get any more heightened in the region Turkey opted to shoot down a Russian fighter jet for straying over its territory.

December continued to be all about France but this time attention was on the World Climate Deal which after years and months of negotiations an agreement was reached. Fraud! was the immediate cry of James Hansen, father of climate change awareness.  He viewed the talks as one of promises, not actions.  We will literally have to see if the politicians come through with what can only be electorally unpopular measures.  Climate change is part of the popular consensus, but so is Netflix (chill optional), Left Shark, buy two get one free, The Only Way is Chelsea, A Place in the Sun and Sia, so good luck with that.  Hey they would lie to us would they? That'd be like an international car company programming their cars to misrepresent their environmental credentials when plugged into monitoring equipment.  Please hold, we're just getting some news from Germany and Volkswagen....oh.  What is clear is that our climate is changing in front of us. On 1st July the UK was experiencing a heatwave, by 26th it had experienced record breaking amounts of rain. August was a washout.  September was the warmest ever. 2015 was declared the warmest year on record. In November we all took a bow as the world reached 1 degree centigrade of warming. December saw the NOAA report that record high temperatures were affecting sea ice in the arctic.  Following the NOAA's lead, the Met Office in the UK is now naming the storms that cross the UK.  It is heartwarming to know that a house has been flooded by Eva or that someone's lost their roof to Frank.  It rained somewhere between 3 and 4 times the average for December in the north of the UK. My village has three roads running out of it.  One was flooded.  One was over a floodplain that was more akin to a lake.  The other was clear but leads to West Yorkshire so we won't speak more of it. But I digress.  From whatever yacht you're currently fouling you might not notice it but the water levels getting a little higher every day.  

So that's 2015 in a nutshell. What can we look forward to in 2016?  If 2015 is a trend then sadly it's a cunning mix of terrorism, climate change and more Demi Lovato.  But this isn't the big picture - the World Health Organisation don't have terrorism in their top 20 deaths in 2015.  I won't do the full run down but it's a familiar list of circulation, respiration and cancer related conditions.  By 2030 they predict that more people will die from road injuries than HIV/AIDS.  I guess I still will be on the road by then.  All in all I'd stay on the boat.  For the UK there's the bonus of a referendum on Europe which will in all likelihood stabilise the Tory party but in doing so destroy the Union.  Further afield we have the US presidential election to entertain us as we welcome Donald Trump into the hot seat.  

Raise a glass to the sun and welcome 2016.  We’re going to need a bigger woodpecker.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Debate in this Country, Jonah Lomu and Clara Oswald

It’s December. The motifs of the season have taken their place on stage like one hit wonders.  Where once we were kicking our way through heaped crisp rust red leaves we now find the sun hung low in the sky, constant rain fights it’s way into gutters clogged with the mushed remains of what once crunched underfoot.  It’s dark when we get up in the morning and the same when we scuttle home in the evenings.  The trains are late.  Downton Abbey’s packed in. Cats and dogs aren’t living together.  


It was good to see you last month.  For the second year in a row I’ve thought we’d put on a show, sipping champagne whilst gently swinging from chandeliers and if not the toast then at least the grilled entrées of society.  Instead it was soggy squirrels, unfeasibly large pies and a general malaise brought on from the season and a general fatigue of our working lives.


I did gain a sense that with your inevitable dislocation from the country that once was home in part reinforces the need for this blog.  You may well not need to know who’s just been booted out of strictly, the latest government u-turn or the collapse of all political opposition but I’ll endeavour to provide a flavour of events.  The alternative is that you further descend into the behaviours of a enfeebled high court judge, muttering questions like What is a Harry Kane, Ellie Goulding or Wolf Hall.  With my own expertise being limited to Big Data, the demise of Leeds United, the music of Godspeed You! Black Emperor and the Housewives of Orange County you can start to see why this blog is more trough than peak.


Whilst we were introducing you to the concept of Harry Kane being one of our own during a low wattage England friendly you’ll recall that rumours abounded of a bit of trouble in the France v Germany game.   During the 2nd half of the Spain friendly a strand occupied my thoughts - why were the French and German fans fighting? Why during a friendly? It didn’t make sense.  Of course that wasn’t the issue at all and Paris was experiencing a terrorist assault on a scale difficult to absorb. In the following hours and days the scale of the events became clear and actions continued at pace as the French authorities looked to find everyone involved in the terrorist attacks.  On one day mid week I couldn’t sleep so had taken myself down to the living room to try and fall crash out in front of a film. Sleep did come but I had conspired to do so in front of the rolling 24 hour news.  Around half five that morning I was awoken by the sound of gunfire as the French police raided a flat in the suburbs of northern Paris.  Please excuse the laboured reach for humour but for me literally and for western Governments figuratively it was a wake up call.  


France hadn’t limited its actions to its own borders.  Within days of the Paris attack it had stepped up its bombing raids on Islamic State targets in Syria.  There was a speech in the UN, the French official stated “the use of force would be so fraught with risks for people, for the region and for international stability that it should only be envisioned as a last resort”. Sorry, I’m confusing events.  This was a speech the French made in the run up to the invasion of Iraq post 9/11.  At this point France was incurring bile from US over their questioning of the use of force and what the long term outcomes would be.  For some commentators they were “cheese eating surrender monkeys”, affecting the US’ mandate to take revenge, sorry, appropriate action.  Following the Paris attacks François Hollande said that France “will be merciless toward the barbarians of Islamic State group and will act by all means anywhere, inside or outside the country”.   France rattles its sabre and amongst others the UK heeds the call.  The UK parliament is debating whether to act or not.  Whether Iraq 2003 is different to Syria 2015, whether bombing without aim, either for a targets disguised amongst civilians or when a long term plan is simply not there - these are questions that risk you being labelled “terrorist sympathisers” as David Cameron has described Jeremy Corbyn today.   Keen fans of irony have already pointed out that last time Syria was debated in parliament is was not to bomb ISIS but to attack Assad’s regime.  I haven’t seen the bill put before the house but maybe it should just ask to bomb, to keep bombing, someone, maybe an army, maybe a terrorist, maybe just a concept; to flood europe with refugees, to refuse to take them, to fall victim to new acts or terrorism, to buy bigger bombs, to want to avoid boots on the ground, to get our brave boys and girls home as soon as possible, to stand by a war memorial looking sombre, to promise safety and security, to bomb.  


So we stand back.  It’s going to happen regardless what we say, we say to ourselves. Oh look, Adele has a new album out.  That Christmas advert from the supermarket draws an emotional response from me.  A footballer has kicked balls into a goal in a sequence different to other footballers.  A film is coming out.  It’s the idiom of cliches. When the new product will save the day.  For hard working families.  When decapitating only one victim won't get you on the front page.  When Donald Trump is cheered for approving of waterboarding…”in a heartbeat...It works….Believe me, it works. And you know what? If it doesn't work, they deserve it anyway, for what they're doing. It works."


In the Guardian a resident of Raqqa, Syria was quoted as saying “You never knew what time the bombs would hit, so we preferred to stay at home most of the time. At least if they make a mistake you can die with your family, not alone in the street where no one will know who you are.”

This shouldn’t be a testimony whose message is blunted through repetition.  It is.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Surprise - it's annihilation

Finishing second in the Olympics gets you silver. Finishing second in politics gets you oblivion.
Richard M. Nixon


Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.
Napoleon Bonaparte



Even from your sun drenched lair you’ll be aware of the outcome of the UK’s five yearly flirtation with democracy. Whilst certainly a results orientated business history will soon summarise the 2015 UK General Election with a simple list of the winners and losers.  Before this submission to tldr brevity I’d like to wind the clock back a few days and walk you through the events, the journey our country has taken and that rarest of things, a shared collective moment when we turned to each other and asked “Hey! what the hell is going on here?”


It’s Wednesday 6 May.  Our political leaders are wrapping up last day coast to coast tours like bleak charity fundraisers.  The latest opinion polls are in and exhibiting similar patterns to those that had been taken in the days and weeks that preceded it. The election result is predicted to be a hung parliament.  This isn’t one poll, it’s all polls.  The numbers go up and down by small increments but the resulting hung parliament is not in doubt.  The final opinion poll is:


Party
Seats
Conservatives
273
Labour
268
Liberal Democrats
28
SNP
56
UKIP
2
Green
1
Other
22


Thursday is a meh day.  A fine weather day, certainly no rain to affect the turnout.  It was the first day in a long time that was mostly free from electioneering.  I stop by my village hall and cast my vote for the fourth different party that I’ve given my pencil cross to in my electoral history. The through the night election broadcasts seem like a wasted effort.  We joke at work, speculating how many days it’ll be before the next government is formed.  Out of habit we tune in at 10pm and the shows start with the exit polls.  These exit polls are targeted across a range of representative constituencies the experts say.  They’re really accurate, the pollsters add.  The results though are different to what we are expecting.  Our attention snaps to the screen. What? we collectively ask.

Party
May 6 Opinion Poll
Seats
May 7
Exit Poll Seats
Conservatives
273
316
Labour
268
239
Liberal Democrats
28
10
SNP
56
58
UKIP
2
2
Green
1
-
Other
22
-


Suddenly the conservatives are tantalisingly close to overall majority (322 seat or 326 depending if you discount Sinn Fein not taking their seats). Paddy Ashdown turns to Andrew Neil and announces that if the exit poll is right he’ll eat his hat.  This is debated at some length, not the polls, more the concept of hat ownership.  Cast forward some hours and by morning Andrew Neil has found the required gourmet garment but sadly this turns out to be yet another broken Liberal Democrat promise.  By early morning the result of the election was clear.


Party
May 6 Opinion Poll
Seats
May 7
Exit Poll Seats
May 8
General Election Result
Conservatives
273
316
331
Labour
268
239
232
Liberal Democrats
28
10
8
SNP
56
58
56
UKIP
2
2
1
Green
1
-
1
Other
22
-
21

What!? With 36.9% of those voting and 24.4% of those who could vote in the country the Conservatives take just over half of the available seats, enough for an overall majority.  Labour’s vote remains the same as the last election but this in effect sees them losing seats.  In every Liberal Democrat constituency in which the Conservatives came second the result is reversed.  The reward for government stability, participating in a coalition and in soundbite terms, reversing a commitment on tuition fees resulted in the Liberal Democrats being reduced to a scorched root.  Their heartland in the South West gone.  Ministers like Vince Cable and longstanding MPs such as Simon Hughes, gone.   Political opinions aside, there was limited light relief on the night.  Thankfully Ed Balls, the Shadow Chancellor lost his seat by a few hundred votes and that kept us going until we could all cheer in the anonymous tory winning a the expense of Nigel Farage.


The result is a genuine surprise for all.  David Cameron unpacked his suitcase and took the photo of Boris Johnson from his dartboard.  Ed Miliband stopped practicing writing PM after his name and deleted Nicola Sturgeon’s number from his phone.  Nick Clegg crouched in a dark cellar, googling how to tie a noose.  


The morning wore on and the shock remained.  With all the grace of Jose Mourinho winning a trophy David Cameron appeared outside 10 Downing Street to celebrate with party workers and the nation’s press.  He’s a one nation tory they say. Sadly that nation seems to be populated solely by non-doms, our friends in the City and those who can trace their ancestry back to King Canute.  The disabled, economically disadvantaged and those who foolishly pay tax might need to apply to be citizens of this nation.  The words “death camps” seem a touch strong, but their equivalent, sinkhole estates in constituencies they have no interests in will do just fine.  


By lunchtime it’s time for leaders resignation dominos.  Nick, then Ed, then Nigel all fall on their swords for the good of their parties. In contrast Nicola Sturgeon quickly becomes as insufferable as Alex Salmond, full of talk of SNP influence in Westminster and the end of austerity.  The 331 seats that the Conservatives are sat on and the fact that they can ignore all other parties seems yet to register.  Yes they will have a presence but bar destroying the Union and cementing the Tories English 1000 Year electoral Reich we will think little of them.


Jesus rose three days after dying on the cross.  Similarly Nigel Farage spent a similar period, hopefully in a cave before his own political resurrection.  Less a triumph over death and more an acknowledgement of UKIP’s executive’s rejection of his resignation. A tumour would be more welcome.  To extend the metaphor way beyond breaking point it points towards a cancer within our politics, our society - a manifestation of the economic fissures separating the haves and the have nots and how those with opportunism can rabble rouse with a simple message of blaming external actors, to champion division, discord and dissatisfaction.  Fortunately Europe is falling down the political agenda...hang on, what’s that you’re saying David? Let’s have a referendum on Europe in 2016? Great.  I can’t wait. More democracy and no doubt, more surprises.  



Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Pierrot & Columbine 4eva

One week to go. Seven more days of empty statements, uncosted commitments and repeating the first name of random members of the electorate whilst swapping out answers to their questions with empty manifesto straplines.  One week to go to the election.  Two weeks until the formation of the next minority government. Three months from the next general election.  A short number of days before we’re greeted with the sight of Nicola Sturgeon riding Ed Miliband outside the front of 10 Downing Street like a hen night that's two hours beyond nightclubs closing, tears, smeared eyeliner and a fight outside Boots over Kevin.

Is election fever spreading?  A short perusal of news websites suggest perhaps not.  Your humble correspondent has been tracking the “most read” stories across a range of UK websites this week to get a different viewpoint.  At the beginning of the week the election was barely registering but with the hype over the leaders appearing on Question Time (albeit a relatively anemic version in which they appeared individually) got the election trending at least.  

Marketing, promotion; these are integral to getting your product out there before the masses. This week Cameron v Miliband has struggled for publicity in comparison to Mayweather v Pacquiao.  Maybe this presents the answer.  Let’s scrap Thursday’s election and just have Ed and David in a ring at Trafalgar Square.  Two go in - one comes out.  It’ll be as close to the democratic process as when the parties are playing top trumps with manifesto commitments in back offices over the next weekend.

So what else has been catching our collective eye:

Commuters stuck on trains for hours or in Daily Mail terms “The journey from hell”
-or in summary, yes, commuting still not fun
The price that Ed Miliband is prepared to pay to win the Muslim vote
-and other scare stories the right wing press will issue to pursue their own interests
Negative interest rates put world on course for biggest mass default in history
-sadly financial news, whilst all encompassing in its impact is also really dull so let’s move on
Capital crime: there are as many as 4,300 deaths a year from air pollution in London alone
-somehow, switching taxis from diesel might not be the sole answer
Apple Watch does not like tattoos
-conform iSheep, conform
Brazilian 'unaware' until execution
-foreign country executes someone from another foreign country with mental capacity issues. To be filed in the news agenda somewhere behind global warming
Royal baby: When to induce?
-when it clashes with Britain’s Got Talent?

And all this in the same week of the untimely demise of Orville the Duck.

The Institute for Fiscal Studies says none of the three main parties at Westminster has come "anywhere close" to making it clear where spending cuts would be made.  When one political party spots something they can capitalize on it stays in the news agenda for days.  In the last week we’ve had the Liberals accusing the Conservatives over child benefits and the Conservatives accusing Labour over SNP deals.  The IFS statement was met by near silence by the political parties, an unwelcome jolt of reality amid their stage managed bland statements of empowerment.  The story slipped away to be replaced no doubt by something on the impact of food banks on house prices.   

...but now the players must resume to their spots on the stage and the pantomime must start again. Cue Pierrot, cue hard working families, cue being scared of change, foreigners and the implications of the status quo.  Cue Columbine, cue misrepresentation, disguise and false hope.  The performance is about to start again. Return to your seats. Please be quiet.

Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Interlude#1

It’s a Tuesday.  The radio’s on with The Pet Shop Boys latest offering “Heart” playing on tight rotation. It’s been number one for three weeks.  That lunchtime, Margaret Thatcher stands up at Prime Minister's Questions and responds to Neil Kinnock on issues of the day such as implementing the Poll Tax in Scotland, the role privatisation could play in the NHS and the implications of Israel's actions in occupied territories in response to a Palestinian uprising.  This is the week that the USSR pledges to withdraw militarily from Afghanistan.  This is the year in which the Iran/Iraq war staggers to a close.  These are the dark ages for Fulham adrift in the third tier of English football, edging towards mid table obscurity.  

And you were born.

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Humans...fields...conflict!

We all look at each other.  David looks at Ed who looks at NIck who looks at Nigel who looks at NIcola who looks at Natalie who looks at Leanne.  These are our prospective leaders, summoning the ghosts of our political past, plundering the spirit of Churchill even.  To paraphrase, never in this field of human conflict was so much owed by so few to so many.  Yes, the general election campaigns lumber on and whilst only a couple of weeks in both politicians and electorate are already showing signs of fatigue.  

There’s an amazing disconnect in that our political “leaders” are never away from all media but of everything is stage managed to a level North Korea can only envy and the chance of your voter in the street bumping into a politician and asking them a question that hasn't gone through two workshops and a social media trial is actually zero.  

There is no escape.  Even my twitter feed has paid inserts by a candidate.  Albeit they are standing for a constituency adjacent to my own so it’s literally a wasted message.  That said, seeing as there’s been next to no contact from anyone in my own constituency it’s good to feel part of the democratic courtship.

Whilst the leaders debated on TV I was watching an episode of House of Cards.  The irony that I was more interested in a fictional portrayal of US politics rather than a debate leading up an election in my own country is not lost on me    

This week the party manifestos are starting to be published.  The straplines for each of the main parties are:

Strong Leadership. A clear economic plan. A brighter, more secure future.
Britain only succeeds when working people succeed.
Stronger economy, fairer society.
Vote for what you believe in.
Policies for People.
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I have to confess that I was hoping that they would reach a level of blandness to make them indistinguishable from each other.  I guess you don’t spend all that lobby lolly on high class advertising without getting some degree of “branding”.  Whilst distinct there’s nothing that’s going to get you out of your chair, driving your fist into the air shouting “Yes! Finally there’s a message I can get behind”.

The polls are locked out at 34% each for the Conservatives and Labour, 14% for UKIP,  8% for Lib Dems, 6% for the Greens and 6% spread across the rest.  The gaming that each serving government undertakes on the constituencies (although not in the last term due to the Lib Dems falling out with the Conservatives over reforms in the House of Lords) means that the distribution of each parties’ vote only equates to a certain number of seats, especially for the smaller parties.  All predictions point towards another hung parliament.  Labour and the Conservatives will win around 270-odd seats each with the other main player being SNP with 50-odd.  They will be the king makers (if such a phrase can be used for parliamentary democracy), not the Lib Dems, who will win somewhere around 26 seats.  This will be everyone’s get out of jail cards, in that manifesto commitments will have to be once again sacrificed for the sake of forming a new government.

There is no other news, no culture, no arts just politics.  Oh yes, and sport.  The football season nears its conclusion.  Chelsea, more through pragmatic, stolid attrition are close to winning the “premiership”.  They’re not attracting the neutrals who are more likely flocking to a plucky underdog like Burnley as they look to escape relegation or current form hotshots...Crystal Palace who are mirroring Alan Pardew's rejuvenation in his escape from mediocrity and financial safety pursuers Newcastle.  Like a last chance cancer patient who has discovered they are in the control group of a clinical trial, Hull City have lost any sense of stoicism and would welcome an early exit, from the looks on their faces, existence in general and certainly the premier league.  More importantly, in the league that really matters, the Championship the top six are all WWE, following a dramatic script with twists every weekend, swapping who wins so there remains no points difference between any of them.  For our two sides, we remain spectators in our own league.  I have seen our sides play each other each season.  Less a festival of football it was more a solemn reminder that there will be a lot of pain before the welcome release of death.

If we’re to keep to the Churchillian theme then I’ll close with another of his quotes, mindful that the election remains weeks away - I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many long months of toil and struggle.