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Selected Poems: A New Selection (Penguin Twentieth Century Classics)
Edward Heath (20 British Prime Ministers of the 20th Century)
Heart on the Left: Poems, 1953-84
Diary of a Bad Year
The Deportees: And Other Stories (Thorndike Reviewers' Choice)
You Shall Know Them (Capuchin Classics)
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (Book 2)
Starting Over
The Krays and Me
Bad Science
Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance
Bad Blood: A Walk Along the Irish Border
Jack Charlton: The Autobiography
The C Words
The Third Policeman
Coming Back to Me: The Autobiography of Marcus Trescothick
Paula Spencer
A Kestrel for a Knave (Penguin Twentieth Century Classics)
The Sportswriter
Meltdown: The End of the Age of Greed
Paint a Vulgar Picture: Fiction Inspired by the Smiths: Fiction Inspired by the "Smiths"
If This Is a Man / The Truce
Netherland
The Spanish Civil War (Cassell Military Paperbacks)
The Inheritance of Loss
The Reluctant Fundamentalist
The Brutal Art
Rebels for the Cause: The Alternative History of Arsenal Football Club (Mainstream Sport)
Red Riding Nineteen Eighty (Red Riding Quartet)
Martin Martin's on the Other Side
Jack
Pied Piper
A Life Inside: A Prisoner's Notebook
White
William Wordsworth: A Biography
LBJ: A Life
Exit Ghost
Q and A (filmed as Slumdog Millionaire)
The Diary of a Young Girl: The Definitive Edition
Pigs Might Fly: The Inside Story of  "Pink Floyd": The Inside Story of "Pink Floyd"
The Portrait of a Lady (Penguin Classics)
The Master
Can We Play You Every Week? A journey to the heart of all 92 football league clubs
The Glory Game: Year in the Life of Tottenham Hotspur
The Catcher in the Rye
Forgotten Voices of the Holocaust: A New History in the Words of the Men and Women Who Survived (Forgotten Voices/Holocaust)
A History of Modern Israel
War and Peace (Penguin Classics)
Golda Meir: The Iron Lady of the Middle East: The First Woman Prime Minister in the West
A History of Modern Britain
The Road to Wigan Pier
Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd
The Blackwater Lightship
Escape Routes for Beginners
House of Meetings
A Case of Exploding Mangoes
A Strange Eventful History: Democratic Socialism in Britain
Amsterdam
The Naked and the Dead (Harper Perennial Modern Classics)
Somebody's Husband, Somebody's Son
Put Me Back on My Bike: In Search of Tom Simpson
The Damned Utd
Birdsong
Best and Edwards
Hunting Evil: Inside the Ipswich Serial Murders
One Hundred Years of Solitude
The Trial (Penguin Modern Classics)
Six Days: How the 1967 War Shaped the Middle East
The Executioner's Song
Notes on a Scandal
Freedom Next Time: Resisting the Empire
The Book of Dave: A Revelation of the Recent Past and the Distant Future
What's Left?: How Liberals Lost Their Way
Rough Ride
Uncommon Reader
The Innocent Man
War And An Irish Town
The God Delusion
500-1: The Miracle of Headingley 1981
Addicted
All Played Out:The Full Story of Italia 90
An Evil Cradling
And Quiet Flows the Don
Angela's Ashes
Anuerin Bevan
Soldiers of Salamis
Ashes 2005
Being Freddie
Brick Lane
Bush In Bablyon
Churchill
Clough:The Autobiography
Crime and Punishment
Cry, The Beloved Country
Das Boot
Life of Pi
East of Eden
England Away
Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas
Fever Pitch
Frank Skinner Autobiography
Greavsie:The Autobiography
He Kills Coppers
Hillsborough:The Truth
John Major:My Autobiography
John O'Farrell
Joseph O'Connor
Killing Rage
Last Post: The Final Word From Our First World War Soldiers
Mally: Pt. 1: The Boy Who Flew Through Windows
Marina Lewcyka
Nausea
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
One For My Baby
A Strange Kind of Glory: Life of Sir Matt Busby and Manchester United
Our Country's Good: Based on the Novel "The Playmaker"
Paddy Clarke, Ha Ha Ha
Papillon
Patrick McCabe
Provos:The IRA and Sinn Fein
Rebel Hearts: A Journey into The IRA
Restoration Trilogy
Saturday
Shankhill Butchers: A Study in Mass Murder
Small Island
Tell me no Lies
Tender Is the Night
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
The End
The Love You Make:An Insiders Story of the Beatles
The Outsider
The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists
The Remains of the Day
The Rotters Club
The Secret Purpose
The Story of the Night
The Talk of the Town
The Tories
The Valparaiso Voyage
The Vote
To Kill a Mocking Bird
Train Spotting
Vernon God Little
We Need to Talk About Kevin
White Teeth
Wicked Beyond Belief: The Hunt For the Yorkshire Ripper

Dermot

"How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress!" Niels Bohr
November 21

Hull City 3-3 West Ham United. The Adam Pearson Factor.

Twelve minutes gone and two goals down. A month ago we would have caved in and got tonked. Hammered.

Instead sleeves were rolled up, the pace when we lost the ball was upped, and City roared into an unlikely 3-2 lead going into the break.

For once we got the rub of the green, a weird exhibition of ballistics from this season’s new ball saw it fly into the England keeper’s least accessible part of the goal via two deflections, and an extremely fortuitous penalty award enabled the mercurial little wizard Jimmy Bullard to net twice, and sandwiched in between came Kamil Zayette’s near  post finish. We stood and cheered the players off as this was the first time in our Premier League history that the Tigers had scored three times at Walton Street.

In the second half Mendy was correctly dismissed for a clear professional foul and West Ham made the numerical advantage count by the way they moved the ball and an equaliser was inevitable. Ironically Hessle Road was hauled down for a far clearer penalty late in the game, but justice prevailed. We got the luck because we had the ball at the business end of the field on a regular basis.

This was a fantastic and exciting open game of football, with no little quality and it makes you wonder how differently things would have panned out last season if Bullard had played more than twenty minutes.

The atmosphere around the camp, and around the City as a whole has been much calmer due to the sense of realism instilled by Adam Pearson. Phil Brown has exuded a more professional exterior. Long may it continue as our next fixture sees a return to the scene of Brown’s nadir as City boss. Eastlands and the Boxing Day Debacle.

We have our backs to the wall but I am content that from the Chairman, through the staff, players and fans we have the stomach for the fight. Bring it on. (Said in a calm, dignified timbre).

HULL CITY: Matt Duke, Andy Dawson, Anthony Gardner, Kamil Zayatte, Craig Fagan, Stephen Hunt (Geovanni, 85), Richard Garcia (Paul McShane, 57), Bernard Mendy, Jimmy Bullard, Dean Marney, Jozy Altidore (Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink, 74)

November 20

Ireland out of the World Cup. C'est La Vie.

If Stephen Hunt, Kevin Kilbane, Paul McShane or indeed any other Irish player had done what Thierry Henry did in extra time at the Stade de France on Wednesday, I would have repeated my demented leaping about the house that accompanied Robbie Keane’s first half strike.

 

I would have felt a bit bad about it, but then remembered how the rub of the green had also gone Ireland’s way in the Georgia game (outrageously lucky winning penalty), and in the dim and distant past Steve “One Minute” McMahon’s schoolboy error that allowed Kevin Sheedy to equalise that squalid night in Sardinia during Italia ’90. Then there was Daniel Timofte’s weedy penalty in the shootout which saw Ireland progress to the last eight of the same tournament.

 

Similarly we have been on the wrong end of poor decisions, especially in the Turkey play off for Euro 2000. C’est la vie.

 

Luck plays a tremendously important role in sport. Take it away and you remove one of the most visceral emotions that sports fans have; self-righteous injustice, which, lets face it we all secretly enjoy.

 

There is a lot of holier than thou bollocks in the press today, Richard Williams of the Gruniard being one of the worst offenders;

 

Henry had two options. He could pretend that he had not broken the most basic law of outfield play. Or he could take the opportunity to neutralise the effect of his reflexes. To erase an error. To right a wrong. To be a man.

It was the perfect stage for an act of unselfishness, of honesty, of genuine sportsmanship.”

 

Drivel. Dross. The guy is obviously not a real fan. By that I mean obsessive, sad and overly identifing with one’s team.

 

When Mike Kasprowicz was given out caught behind at Edgbaston to give England a 2 run win which set up the 2005 Ashes win, I didn’t give a damn that Billy Bowden had dropped a clanger by raising the finger as the Aussie’s hand was off the bat and therefore not out.

 

I didn’t think. “Dash it all! We didn’t deserve to win. Harmison and Jones are rotters for appealing. We should jolly well forfeit the game old chap. Just not cricket!”

 

Not a bit of it. That’s life and although it’s mighty tough on Ireland, I feel we should take a step back from the hysteria, of which I was an enthusiastic participant, and just move on.
 
Having said that if someone wnats to offer us a replay...
November 19

The Queen's Speech: Underwhelmed.

“It is rather like sending your opening batsmen to the crease only for them to find, the moment the first balls are bowled, that their bats have been broken before the game by the team captain”.

 

This memorable piece of Parliamentary rhetoric was spoken by Sir Geoffrey Howe in November 1990, and brilliantly reconstructed by John Sessions for the just repeated BBC drama “Margaret”, where we are party to the behind the scenes shenanigans which led to Thatcher’s exit from Downing Street.

 

Hearing that speech again in the wake of this week’s lobotomised effort by the Government to wrest back the political agenda from the Tories, made me reflect on what a total shambles this last few months have been for the Labour Party.

 

“In Office, but not in Power”, is another phrase from the past that has come back to haunt the current occupant of Number Ten.

 

Gordon Brown had the courage and backbone to take control at the G20 in London.

 

Barack Obama and other Leaders acted swiftly to intervene back home, and where necessary take control of the Banking Sector, dish out the medicine to industry (especially in the US, France and Germany) and punish transgressors with meaningful sanctions.

 

Obama is to pay the head of Bank America $1 this year. And he is not allowed to resign. He must mend what he has broken under the direct supervision of the US Treasury.

 

Why then has GB been so supine when it comes to matters in the UK? Where is the decisive action?

 

Instead he wants to legislate regarding the debt, and take similar action regarding the Banks.

 

Legislate? Bonkers. What happened to doing, taking action now? What is the FSA for if it’s not to actually do summat? Tell them to get it sorted and then report back. Number Ten doesn’t need to micro manage this. Let them what know, do. Facilitate.

 

Parliamentary Bills mean jack in this situation.  

 

It’s a bit like the Fire Service turning up at a fire at the Tate Gallery, retiring to barracks to discuss what to do, the Fire Chief asking for a feasibility study, calling more meetings etc ad nauseum.

 

Everybody looking busy, worthy, caring and involved but meanwhile back in the real world….

 

And so the Howe analogy.

 

I spent a productive and focused three hours at a meeting of the brightest and best that the Labour Party has to offer in this region.

 

Experience from a wide variety of people from different walks of life.

 

We developed a clear and well-defined strategy for delivering a professional and rigorous campaign for our brilliant young candidate, Danny Marten.

 

We will work hard, do our allocated jobs and deliver our targets.

 

After the smoke and mirrors Budget, disappointing (but not just for us) Euro Election results and the Leadership wrangle I honestly believed that GB had finally “got it”, and that he would channel his undoubted talents towards delivering an unprecedented Fourth Term Labour Government.

 

But once again he is hampered by indecision and most crucially he is stymieing Ministers from setting their own departmental agenda.

 

The Queen’s Speech was pathetic. Legislating for things that would happen anyway, a brush stroke, uncosted and nebulous promise regarding care for the elderly, and where he could have legislated (MP’s expenses, genuine reform of the Commons, example recall ballots) GB has bottled out to avoid controversy.

 

Peter Mandleson was rightly restored to the Cabinet (although I expect him to run for the Commons again to secure a mandate) but has been emasculated by the PM and stopped from taking the decisive action needed to restore the economy the growth.

 

The Business Secretary’s only Brown backed initiative, the scrappage scheme, has been an unexpected success, but still the PM refuses to let his most effective Minister have his head.

 

Thus we are starting our campaign with very little to go on, and I’m not looking forward to our starting point which is to contact Party members regarding campaign involvement when I’m not exactly brimming with enthusiasm myself. Hence the Howe evocation.

 

Bashing the Tories is all fine and dandy, and a good laugh, but its distraction from our own present shortcomings.

 

Once again it’s enjoyable to bang on about the success of the last twelve years, but I need to be enthused about NOW, and stop myself from getting hot and bothered about Smith, Hoon, Blears, Beckett, Morley and their arrogant, thieving little ways.

 

Our Party Broadcast last night evoked our history but did not feature Tony Blair. Is Brown really THAT paranoid and insecure that he cannot allow any mention of Labour’s greatest PM?

 

But we cannot lose this Election. Too much rides on it and that’s why I’ll be there fighting to the bitter end.

 

November 17

Top Thirty Album of the Noughties (In My Opinion)

Just a list of the top of my head...
 

1.          Muse: Black Holes and Revelations

(2006).

2.          Amy Winehouse: Back To Black (2006).

3.          White Stripes: Elephant (2003).

4.          Bob Dylan: Modern Times (2006)

5.          Killers: Hot Fuss (2004)

6.          Johnny Cash: The Man Comes Around (2002)

7.          Sterophonics: Sex, Language, Violence, Other (2005)

8.          Dirty Pretty Things: Waterloo to Anywhere (2005).

9.          Kaiser Chiefs: Employment (2005)

10.   Lily Allen: It's Not Me, It's You(2009)

11.   Editors: Back Room (2005)

12.   Blur: Think Tank (2003)

13.    Libertines: Libertines (2002)

14.   Franz Ferdinand: Franz Ferdinand. (2005)

15.   U2: All That You Can’t Leave Behind (2000)

16.   Robbie Williams: Sing When You’re Winning (2000)

17.   Arctic Monkeys: Whatever People Say (2005)

18.   Richard Thompson: Sweet Warrior (2007)

19.   The Go! Team: Thunder, Lightening, Strike (2006)

20.   Arcade Fire: Funeral (2004)

21.   Babyshambles: Down In Albion (2005)

22.   Green Day: American Idiot (2004)

23.   Morrissey: You Are The Quarry (2004)

24.   Manic Street Preachers: Lifeblood (2004)

25.   The Strokes: First Impressions of Earth (2006)

26.   Bruce Springsteen: Seeger Sessions (2006)

27.   Yusuf Islam: Another Cup (2006)

28.   Snow Patrol: Final Straw (2003)

29.   Hard Fi: Stars of CCTV (2005)

   30. Radiohead: Kid A (2000)
November 16

The Queen's Speech: An Opportunity to Set the Agenda

The Tories and the Right have no answers for today’s problems. Fact. The Banking crisis is rooted in their free and un regulated market values.

 

 

Some on the Left have argued for the Nationalisation of the Banking System for years but have been vilified as “extremists” or “idealists not living in the real world”.

 

The “real world” of Capitalism now comes knocking on the door, cap in hand asking for handouts from the taxpayer as, twenty years down the line the Thatcherite chickens come home to roost.

 

My vision of Socialism which has sustained me through 25 years in the Labour Party is about what’s achievable in a modern context, about compromise, about a move away from the “politics of denunciation”, about building relationships across traditional socio- economic boundaries, and about making the economy work for the benefit of the majority in this country, and across the globe.

 

And this is why what I propose has to be done in the context of the Labour Party. It is the only show in Town, and whilst it has many flaws, what it has achieved for the people of the UK over the last twelve years will last for generations… provided we recognise that we must look forward, renew ourselves and not be stuck in the past.

 

The Queen’s Speech, the last one before the General Election, give the Labour Government a golden opportunity to grasp the nettle and set out a radical agenda for the remainder of this Parliament, carrying momentum into the next one.

 

This is what Alastair Darling said in October 2008 when he announced the Bank Bailout. The figure mentioned in now £3 trillion according to the Today Programme this morning.

 

 "In reaching agreement on capital investment the government will need to take into account dividend policies and executive compensation practices and will require a full commitment to support lending to small businesses and homebuyers.”

 

This is the Government directly controlling policy and practice for High Street Banks, and is basically saying “enough is enough” to unregulated speculation, lending based on extreme risk with the hope of massive short term profit and allowing the people via the Government a direct say on what gives in the banking sector.

Wholesale Nationalisation is neither practical, nor neccesserily desirable. But the Left has an historic opportunity to make the case for greater public say in the direct day to day running of the economy.

Each financial institiution responsible for lending in this country should have a chunk of it’s shares owned by the Government on behalf of the people.

These mickey mouse, but ultimatley cruel and inhumane lenders such as Ocean Finance which leech on the false and unrealistic advert driven hopes of working people should be thoroughly investigated by the FSA and if there is the slightest sniff of sharp practice such as over lending to deliberatley trigger default and huge fees which then are turned in to “consolidation loans” by the same company under a different name, be shut down with no compensation. In fact these parasites should be prosecuted.

The Treasury Committee MUST ensure that the CEOs of each of the Banks and insurance firms should appear in front of them, complete with open and transparent accounts on a regular basis to ensure that these companies don’t take our money and then carry on regardless once the spotlight has moved on.

Now the argument appears not to be whether the Goverenment should take the Banks into Public Ownership, but how much of a stake we should take, meaning there is a basic acceptance amongst the Government, institutions and the nation as a whole that State intervention is both neccessery and desirable.

The Left should make the argument that this kind of stake should extend to the ultilities, transport and other areas where it is vital that the Public interest is represented.

This should go hand in hand with a renewal in our democracy, to show a sceptical Public that this is a fresh start, that because the Government will be representing them at the heart of the economy then they must have the opportunity to be fully involved.

Therefore where the Government becomes a sharholder these companies must have elected employees on the Board of control, and full Trade Union recognition and involvement in decision making must be implemented because in tandem with the Directors these are the people who really know what is going on.

Where it appears inevitable that a company such as Northern Rock is going to go to the wall the Government should make the former owners, not the workers bear responsibility.

Therefore such companies, backed by the Government should be placed under the control of Workers Councils, fully elected who will undertake restructuring and move the firm forward.

Turkeys don’t vote for Christmas so the fear of some kind of wacko take over is simply a scare tactic from the media. The workers and Middle Managers get to see the policy decisions implemented on a day to day leve, and often have a greater understanding of what makes things tick.  

On a more general level the Left should argue for greater local control, both at work and in the Community by arguing for elected Heads of Council Services, especially for Policing, Refuse and Recycling and Social Services.

Part of this should see an end to the stupid, costly and anti democractic tendering of basic (and any other) Council services, from waste collection to IT provision which must be accountable, transparent and cost effective to the tax payer.

Taking the fight to the Tories and setting the agenda, not just reacting to it must be at the fore front of policy making in the lead up to the most important election in a generation.
November 09

Jedward: Simon Cowell Proves It’s All About the Cash

When those pesky X Factor Twins were finally in the bottom two and into the sing off, it was inevitable that they would finally be going home and that the joke had at last worn too thin. Surely, especially as they were up against Lucie Jones, a shock inclusion in the final show down?

We all knew that Louis would keep his act, despite their obvious inability to sing, dance or do anything with a modicum of entertaining ability. Fair dos. It was his bananas decision to inflict the gruesome twosome on the great British Public in the full knowledge that we are suckers for the under dog, no matter how talentless, and if it upsets Simon, then so much the better.

Danni, likewise would save her act (despite chronic song choices) and Cheryl would do the decent thing then allowing Simon the luxury of the final coup de grace, having stated he would leave the country if the twins were to win.

But in a shocking and blatant show of tactical voting, Simon opted for deadlock sure in the knowledge that the twins would have the better of the public vote despite saying he would make his decision solely on the performance, which Lucie won by a country mile.

Why, after all the negativity and bad mouthing did Simon save the twins over an extremely talented singer who, given the right material could have won?

Cash. Nothing more, nothing less due to the tabloid frenzy which feeds the ratings and encourages more people to vote and pour cash into Simon’s pocket. Kerching. Thanks ever so much.

We enjoy the X Factor in this house and Conor keeps a record of marks out of 20 for each act, although he always gives Jamie 20/20 no matter what, but Simon is making a mockery of the whole kitten kaboodle by sending home such a talent at the expense of the twins.

An additional benefit for Simon is that if one of his acts has a bad week he now has the twins as an insurance policy against say Jamie being turfed out as the judges vote will go his way.

My prediction is for Olly Murs to win, with the young Geordie lad coming second and Jamie Afro third. I expect Lloyd to go next (if not the twins) followed by Stacey and the talented by annoying Daniel, but given last night’s shenanigans anything could happen.

November 08

Hull City 2-1 Stoke City. Life in a Day.

This post should begin with a sentence which contains the words “turbulent, Hull City, history and fortnight”, but this last couple of weeks is inevitable given our past, as the Tigers rollercoaster just continues to run and run and run.

We don’t do stability. Ever. My lifetime has seen the following sequences; a double relegation followed by administration in 1982. Then came the Don Robinson era of two promotions and a sixth place finish in Division Two under current Assistant Boss Brian Horton in 1986 and the promise of playing on the Moon. No really. Horton was sacked in April 1988 which precipitated the slide all the way back to the basement under the Fish/  Dolan regime. Next came the ill fated David Lloyd era which made us the laughing stock of football. Following this debacle Messrs Buchannan and Hichcliffe attempted to take us to the Conference via a spell in jail and being locked out which ended in administration. Again. Adam Pearson comes on his white charger and two promotions later we are calmly ensconced in the Championship. Enter Paul Duffen and the madness really kicks off…..

The truth is that Duffen and Brown lost all sense of reason and boy, did we enjoy it. The best piss up in the history of football, but now the crushing hangover has kicked in.

We are £23 million in the red, have a first team squad of 40 and, get this the THIRD highest wage bill in the Premier League. Mental. Bartlett had to put up some money this week just to keep the day to day running of City going which tells you that Adam Pearson must have a screw loose coming back.

But thank you. There is a God. Feet have been placed firmly on the ground. Pearson has told Mr Phillip Brown that he is employed to manage a football team, not pratt about on Sky in a pink sweater, or prance about singing on the pitch. His inner twit needs to stay exactly that. Inner.

Based on this I now believe that Brown, reigned in by a pragmatic Chairman and with the real world in his sights deserves one more shot as Boss. This will mean sticking by him (provided he keeps his antics under control) no matter what. Hell, high water or the drop.

But if Pearson is to pull the trigger it should be now as there is a two week break for whoever (Coppell according to Hold the Back Page) to come in, evaluate and sort.

Today was worth all the hype and speculation off the pitch, and the dross on it.

The spirit of this City of mine never fails to amaze me. We filled the stadium and cheered till the roof came off when we would have had every right to stay away or complain. But we didn’t and that inspired the team and even after going one down, we had the courage and fortitude to bounce back, largely due to the fans who just kept on cajoling and encouraging the players onwards.

When Vennegor of HessleRoad netted the injury time winner it was the best moment I’ve ever had as a City fan.

Battered, bruised, hurting but never ever beaten or bereft of hope. My City, my team, my life all in one Jimmy Bullard inspired moment of joy. Life. Microcosm. Nice one.

November 04

The BNP and Winston Churchill: More and More Lies.

Nick Griffin, the BNP Leader is on record as saying that; “Winston Churchill would embrace the BNP…. Especially as he was an ardent anti European and would have blanched at the prospect of us surrendering our Sovereignty to the European Union”.

 

It defies belief that this idiot managed to get a degree in Law from Oxford. You have to be intelligent to do that? Surely?

 

Rich and I were discussing this the other night and I wondered if Griffin, David Irving and other such headbangers are thick, deluded or just plain liars.

 

Mr. Robinson equates it to psychics and the such like. They know they are misleading people but just do it anyway to serve their own selfish ends.

 

So it must be with the BNP, and indeed UKIP who invoked Churchill’s image for the 2009 European Parliamentary Elections, as the quote below demonstrates that far from being anti Europe, Churchill saw the inevitable benefits of us coming together as a counter weight to the USSR and USA Super Power blocs, today it would be China and the Far Eastern economic powers.

 

The quote is from Hansard and is reproduced in Dennis McShane’s very readable (if flawed) 2008 biography of Ted Heath.

 

We are prepared to consider, and if convinced, accept the abrogation of national sovereignty. It is not inviolable, and it may safely diminished for the sake of all men in all countries finding their way home together”.

 

Plain as day. The Old Boy was nothing if not pragmatic when it was required.

 

The BNP’s invocation of our greatest British Hero proves that they will stop at nothing to propagate lies for their sick and twisted ends.

 

They know it, and thanks to Griffin’s shambolic appearance on Question Time, so do more and more of us.
October 30

"Ducks" (1943) by Clifford Dyment.

I was lucky enough that my English Lit. Teacher, working in a North Hull boys Catholic School realised that he’d be onto a loser teaching us all that Classical Poetry pony, and selected Cumbrian poet Clifford Dyment as one of our set texts, 1984 being the first year where the teacher had such autonomy. Well done Mr. Wilson (even if you were a member of the SDP, fell asleep in a lesson and we all crept out, and slagged off my handwriting whilst offering no advice about what to do about it).

 

Dyment made an impression on me due to the simple but interesting use of language and his poem about Windscale (“A canker itch between the toes”) is still etched on my brain even though I haven’t read it in 25 years, and am unable to find it online or a the Library.

 

I find poetry a bit intimidating, probably because I worry that I won’t “get” it, and find reading it a bit out of my comfort zone.

 

But being 41 and in Carl Jung’s Third Stage of Life, I fulfil the stereotype of only trying this stuff at this part of my existance.

 

This one I remember and could find online.

 

The poet is imagining a lazy life as a duck only to have his idyll rudely interrupted by “two boys intending war and slaughter.

 

Given the date of the poem it’s obvious what Dyment is getting at.

 

I love the whimsy of the thing, but then with the reality check at the end. Somehow this seems quintessentially Northern and I imagine fellow Lakesman Melvyn Bragg reading this little gem.   

 

 

 

The ducks are clacking by the brook;
The sun is hot, but cool their feathers look.


Ducks do not plan ambitious schemes:
Their commerce is in weeds and streams.
They ask, what’s life but sparkle and spray
In a lazy brook on a lazy day?


I think, if I were five feet something shorter,
I might have been a duck upon the water,
A portly duck, with a shining bill
Yellow and spruce as a daffodil.


To me, possessed of an idle mind,
That seems a life of the perfect kind.

Two bicycles plunge into the water –
Two boys intending war and slaughter.


The brook is shallow here. There is a noise
Of water, and terror and reckless boys.


The stream turns brown with mud. It rocks and heaves,
They waddle and cackle in consternation,
While the boys are leaping with jubilation,
And I can see that man and duck
Are both cursed by a dancing luck.
October 27

Act on CO2 Advert. Seeing is Believing

I do subscribe to the view that global warming is a reality, and we need to do something about how we generate energy mainly because our addiction to oil is only going to end in tears, so it is vital that we cut emissions at home whilst supporting sustainable development abroad.

 

This is why a deal in Copenhagen is so important, especially as we have a progressive US President, and why the Government should incentivise in a meaningful way the energy companies to convert to re newables.

 

If not then a bit of stick needs to go with the carrot in the form of windfall taxes to be spent on what I see as our main priority; clean coal.

 

However. There is a an almost frightening symptom of the Secular Society on offer when it comes to climate change, for as soon as anyone dare challenge orthodoxy (the view that human activity is the main driving force behind global warming) then they are immediately shouted down and about as listened to as David Irving and Nick Griffin discussing the Holocaust.

 

Changing to re newables is pragmatic and helpful in so many ways, but the hysterical hot air generated by sections of the green movement is akin to fundamentalism and there is no better example than this offensive piece of junk from the Government’s Action on CO2 advertising campaign.

 

How low can you stoop? I would like to get the person who thought this up and send them to the back of the class in disgrace.

 

I hate people who use the first three words in the next paragraph, as they are inevitably insufferable self indulgent bores, who somehow think that being a parent is some great amazing journey of spirtual self discovery, but here goes…

 

As a father I found the below video in the poorest of taste for a multitude of reasons that I can’t be bothered to list, as with one viewing you will see what I mean.

 

If the Tories want to portray us as a load of Stalinist control freaks, then we have provided them with the perfect Orwellian example.
 
 
 
October 26

Secret Army (1977-79) Alibi Weekdays 1.40 am

This brilliant series from the 70's is repeated on Alibi (Sky Channel 132) overnight. Perfect for Sky + to save for the inevitable dodgy night of telly.

Secret Army is set in the Second World War but is far from the stereotypical wartime drama.

The heroes are flawed and the Germans shown in a more realistic light. The Kessler character could be seen by some as a cardboard cut out, but can people who order mass murder at the drop of a hat ever be portrayed sympathetically?

Both the Luftwaffe officers are shown to be ordinary people stuck in an extraordinary situation, and the contempt that Brandt has for his Gestapo superior is cleverly and subtlety done.

This can only enhance or understanding of the psychology of the war.

The plot revolves around "Lifeline" which is an evasion line for downed airmen run by Lisa (Jan Francis) who is scarred by the death of her parents and wants to defeat the Nazis. She is portrayed as ruthless and willing to take hard decisions for the greater good. An especially dark episode ends with the Candide owner, Albert, (Bernard Hepton) giving up two allied airmen to certain death in order to protect the line.

This is brilliant, well thought out drama and very thought provoking. We can all look at the German people and say it couldn't happen here, or at the Occupied Countries and say we would have been in the Resistance.

But Nazi domination was based on simple everyday slights to minorities that in themselves didn't seem OTT but produced an atmosphere of fear and the opportunity for ruthless or inadequate people to do their worst whilst people looked the other way or said "It's not my problem".

Exactly the type of thing that allows (present tense) Sinn Fein/IRA to keep Nationalist areas under control.

Six million don't die because the Nazi Elite thought it was a good idea. You have to make people complicit and feel big or at best make it so they are ambivalent to the fate of others or just plain scared.

This drama is for me the one of best things ever broadcast by the BBC. Dark, taught,  atmospheric, Pinteresque spring to mind.

There is a myth that telly was better in the 70's. There is a great deal of misplace eulogising about the so called “Golden Age”, but often when you see stuff repeated that is remembered as being fantastic, you are often disappointed. This maybe a bit unfair given the technology and funding available now, but what is clear is that Secret Army stands up amongst today’s produce, and how many shows can you honestly say that about. But I fear such a series would not be made today due to ratings which seems to reign supreme.

Which leads me onto…..

What are the Beeb playing at by putting Strictly Ballroom up against the X Factor?

As a Public Service broadcaster they are not in the business of ratings chasing, so I cannot understand the logic.

The oft mentioned Sky + argument was aired in Aunties defence, but the research demonstrates that the viewers much prefer to watch an interactive show live, and anyway if people are doing the Sky + thing, then the scheduling time wouldn’t matter anyway.

The problem for me is that if you watch one and tape the other then there is simply overkill as it amounts to nearly four hours worth of TV.

My preference is for the X Factor. I used to cook whilst dipping in and out of Strictly but now the BBC has forced me to choose, Strictly has gone out the window.

The public’s voting habits on the X Factor continue to baffle. How Danyl Johnson was in the bottom two when those blasted twins keep getting through defies all rational belief, but the more Simon keeps slagging them off, then the more people will vote for them to annoy him. So silence is golden would be my advice.

October 24

Hull City 0-0 Portsmouth. Total Dross. Phil Brown Out.

It is the manner of this performance that concerns me the most.

 

Flat, insipid. Lacking any sort of inspiration. In 180 minutes of Premier League football we have not made the opposition ‘keeper make one single conventional shot stopping save. Not good enough.

 

I said pre season that being in the Premier League was a learning curve for all of us connected with Hull City, but Phil Brown has shown himself totally incapable of making professional progress and should leave the Club now whilst we still have a chance of turning things around.

 

His replacement should be Blackpool boss Ian Holloway who has proved that he is ready for a shot at the Big Time.

 

I write only two hours after the final whistle. Emotions are running high. And the news around the City, if it is true about Jimmy Bullard has left us all incandescent with rage. The Mail and the other news media are not saying anything yet and I do not intend to repeat unsubstantiated rumours here, but the wide spread nature of this story make it veracity depressingly real.

 

Phil brown should go for the following reasons;

 

1)        He does not know his best eleven, and hasn’t done so for a year.

2)        His tactical decisions, recently 4-5-1 make the team awful to watch and Jan Venegor Of Hesslelink must be distraught with frustration at the soul-destroying role that he is required to fill playing up on his lonesome.

3)        Brown continues to fall out with is players in the most unprofessional and child like way. His stupid “motivational” gambits, the latest making the players stroll up and down Anlaby Road to see “real” people at work, and walking them around the derelict Boothferry Park so they could “appreciate where this Club has come from” are just laughable. As if any of the players give a toss about that stuff. We are all realistic enough to realise what the modern pro is like. It’s not ideal but you have to deal with it. Bobby Robson managed it whilst maintaining his dignity and respect within the game.

4)        We have become dreadful to watch, and the confidence continues to ebb from the team and the fans with every painful moment of the season.

5)        If Duffen acts now we have winnable games away at Burnley, at home to Stoke and West Ham to come and we need to be out of the bottom three come the opening of the window if we are to attract quality players.

6)        I believe that there is just about enough quality in the squad, provided it is well enough organised for us to stay up, but the axe must fall now.

 

I want to be wrong. So very much, especially since Phil Brown took us to the Promised Land but the guy is simply out of his depth, exemplified by his need to be “one of the lads”, but when the pressure comes to bear he turns on his players at the drop of a hat.
October 21

Diary of a Bad Year (2007) by J.M. Coetzee. "You Shall Know Them" (1952) by Vercors.

Whilst compiling a series of strongly opinionated articles for a German publication, an elderly writer becomes infatuated with a much younger woman whose jealous partner devises a nefarious plan to restore his cuckolded pride.

 

This novel has strong echoes of Phillip Roth’s Exit Ghost as socio political issues become bound into the elder protagonist’s lust that will always remain unrequited, and like Roth Coetzee chooses current events as the wallpaper.

 

Like David Peace’s masterpiece “GB84”, the narrative is a bit unconventional as we have three strands on each page. The first paragraph is polemic, e.g. “On Tony Blair”, or a rant about semantics; the second is the author’s account of his burgeoning relationship with his young Filipino neighbour who he enlists to type the above opinions. Finally we get to see the story from her viewpoint as she works out what she means to the old guy, whilst her current beau hatches a devilish plot against the (inwardly) randy writer.

 

This was my first foray into the South African’s work and I found it compelling and with a simple flow, and you can see how Apartheid would impact on anyone’s opinions, no matter how Liberal their intentions.

 

His views on the role of the State, in a critique of Locke and Machiavelli were a challenge especially when the issue of pragmatism over ideology are discussed, the context of our Labour Government being a very good case in point.

 

I spent a fruitless afternoon last week searching for the Booker Prize winners work in the Library. I wondered what the dickens was going on. Surely we aren’t that philistine in Hull. Then when I got home it was pointed out to me that his name starts with a “C”, not a “K”. Doh!

 

So to the amazing Vercors novel “You Shall Know Them”.

 

This book blew my mid to the extent anything I say about it will be banal and never do the thing justice. Suffice to report that it’s the best novel I’ve read in ages.

 

Here’s the basic idea; get out and get yersen a copy pronto.

 

Written and set in the 1950’s, an anthropologist joins an expedition to PNG and in the jungle they come across what may be the missing link between humans and our primate cousins.

 

He inseminates a female (turkey baster just in case you were wondering), brings the mother to be to England where she gives birth. He registers, baptises and then kills the offspring before proceeding to call the police and demand to stand trial for murder.

 

What follows is just a fantastic debate on the nature of what it means to be human seen from multiple points of view.

 

An absolute “must read”. Geddin. I just love it when this happens. Perfect.
October 19

Tory Britain 2015. The Choice is Clear.

By 2015, Britain with the Tories would be less productive, more divided and unequal. It wasn’t, contrary to the assertion of Calvin Harris “Acceptable In The Eighties”, and it ain’t acceptable now!

 

They would cut £5 billion from targeted investment in the recovery this year alone, and risk turning the recession into a depression.

 

They would target investment on a tax giveaway of £200,000 to the 3000 wealthiest estates. That's £2 BILLION over the course of a Parliament to the richest people.

 

They would put jobs at risk opposing our fiscal stimulus, racking up a higher bill to pay for the hundreds of thousands more on the dole.

 

They would make life harder for families at work by cutting Sure Start and tax credits.

 

They would scrap our guarantee of a job or training place for young people out of work for a year.

 

They would put the NHS at risk by mortgaging the assets of local hospitals.

 

They would put special interests before patients’ interests - scrapping Labour’s guarantees for patients, including the guarantee to see a specialist within two weeks if your GP suspects you have cancer.

 

They would cut the equivalent of 3,500 Police Officers from our streets this year alone and make it harder to use DNA evidence in catching criminals.

 

They would stand in the way of new green industries by opposing wind farms up and down the country.

 

They would isolate Britain on the fringes of Europe and have already joined up with Far Right Parties who deny the Holocaust in the European Parliament.

 

And that’s just for starters!
October 14

The Institute for Fiscal Studies and Why You Cant Trust the Tory Party on Poverty

"The IFS is studiously neutral when it comes to politics, which lends it extra value when the Government has swapped analysis for spin."
City Comment, Daily Telegraph

If this is what the staunchly Tory supporting Daily Telegraph is saying about the Institute of Fiscal Studies then we can safely assume the Forty something research group has a cast iron alibi when it comes to charges of bias. In fact I would wager it has to err on the side of being overly critical of the Government if is to impress the Right Wing Press.

Something that Gordon Brown has found out to his cost especially over the Gold sale fiasco when he said; “As every government finds sometimes to its cost, [IFS is] an institution that is rigorous to a tee”.

The reason I have been careful to present the credentials of the IFS is because what they have to say about the Tories attitude to poverty is important, and needs to be out there when people are deciding where to place their X. The next Election will be the most crucial in a generation and we must make it clear to the electorate what is really at stake.

In a sickening display of faux compassion David Cameron whipped himself and the Tory Conference into a very weird and frankly disturbing frenzy against the Labour Government.

Labour: you're the ones that did this to our society. So don't you dare lecture us about poverty. You have failed and it falls to us, the modern Conservative party to help the poorest in our country today."

Once I had stopped rolling around the floor laughing I took the time to rewind my Sky+ to check out that what I had heard had really fallen from the lips of a Tory Leader. Yup. It was true. The Sun fell for it, as did the Express and the Daily Mail, plus Nick Robinson the former Young Tory Leader turned BBC political editor declared on the Today Programme that the de toxification of the Tory Party was almost complete.

Just hang on a sec. The Tories are claiming to be the Party of the Poor.

As Forrest Gump might have put it, “How can this be!”

I am proud of our record on this issue. Alright, it’s far from perfect but that’s what Governance is about, setting the agenda and trying to deliver outcomes. If you can measure them, all the better, but beware of obession with one target (four hour max at A and E) doing damage in another area (blocking at the AAU end where you can be left lying in distress overnight with no help or even monitoring). This is a case where a laudable motive has inadvertently led to a knock on negative impact elsewhere.

This is the point about the Tories lamentable attempt to paint us as the Party who have increased unfairness and inequality. It simply isn’t true and we are going to appear like a man climbing an ice sheet whilst teathered to an anvil as far as any press coverage goes.

According to Cameron this research done by the IFS shows that income inequality was slightly higher in 2007-8 than it was in 1996-7, and the income of the poorest fifth of the population fell over the same period.”

Duh. Recession. Spike. Not hard to work that one out eh Dave?

Why not look at this across the breadth of Labour’s period in power? Not so good old boy, for you that is. For you, the Party that wants to give £2 billion to 3,000 millionaires in your first Budget. But actually good news for our target demographic, the bottom 1/5 whose comparitive wealth gap has narrowed when compared to the median. So stick that in your pipe Davey Boy.

Back to the IFS guys and gals.

"Income inequality rose substantially during the 1980s", the IFS notes. "There was also a large rise in relative poverty during the 1980s, which compares with a fall under Labour since 1997, the first time this has happened since the 1974/79 Labour Government. In 1976 the gap was at it’s narrowest."

Next, on the vexed issue of tax, the IFS says;

"Direct tax and benefit changes made by the previous Conservative governments acted to increase income inequality, whereas those made by since 1997-8 have benefitted the poor by more than the rich. Conservative policy on inheritance tax will perpetuate inequality and will cost money that could have been spent on the poor."

There you have it. In black and white from a credible academic forum. The Tories will increase inequality and roll back everything that the Labour Government has done to build a fairer Society. That’s what’s at stake, so forget all this naval gazing about the PM and internal party stuff because if we are voted out a lot of people are going to get hurt.
 

Will Self, speaking in Beverley on Saturday said he couldn’t bring himself to vote Labour anymore. What a divvy. Just the kind of decadent Liberal Elite twit I can’t bear as his next royalty cheque will ensure non of this stuff will really affect him directly.

October 12

David Davis MP and Why You Can't Trust the Tories.

Now that we know the scale of the risks we have created and are creating, it would be selfish,

irresponsible and morally wrong not to act now to reduce our carbon emissions and do all we can to

protect the future.”

 

Laudable stuff, evidence surely that the Tory Party has really changed, really recognised that this issue matters and really will do something about it if they win the Election. Which they won’t by the way.

 

Cameron pushed his Party into being re branded as Think Green Vote Blue, and having a nice green tree as a logo. Not because they believe in the cause, but because they think it softens the toxic Nasty Party brand and taps into people’s concerns.

 

But when you try to espouse values that are alien to you, an own goal is always on the cards.

 

Cameron delivered the first Lee Dixon v Coventry 1992 moment when he had himself filmed cycling to work at the Commons in order to reduce his personal CO2 emissions.

 

Nice one Dave. But getting your chauffer to follow you with your gear rather defeats the object. Did you think no one would notice? Probably as you expect reporters to just say what you want them to say in the manner of an Eton Fag shining your shoes.

 

David Davis, until his stunning act of political Hari Kari last year was a prominent Tory Front Bencher and was set for the Home Office until his spectacular misjudgement which forced an un necessary by election, provoking the ire of Cameron who sent him to the back of the class in disgrace. Davis was a regular on TV and trusted by the Tory hierarchy to help them with their image problem.

 

I wrote to him last week to enquire if he was going to engage with the 10:10 lobby group survey of MPs regarding what they were going to do to reduce CO2 emissions.

 

“I will be entirely frank with you and tell you I am a sceptic on our ability to halt climate change by reducing CO2 emissions”. (Sic).

 

Apart from the appalling syntax and grammar, this is a pretty stunning admission by a Senior Tory and evidence that no matter how much they put on the pretence of being concerned, the reality is that they don’t give a damn about the environment.

 

Extrapolate this to their pronouncements about the NHS and Education and you get to the truth of the matter. Their values of bullying the weak to advantage their own will never change.

 

Bafflingly Davis ends his letter; “Accordingly the Conservative Party strongly supports this campaign.” He then refers me to a paper on the Tory website about their intentions regarding a low carbon economy, which would be impressive if you could believe a single word these people utter.
October 10

George Osbourne Gets His Sums Wrong. Usual Tory Contempt.

Contempt.

 

That sums up the Tories whole attitude to those whom they consider they are born to rule over.

 

You can see it in Cameron’s face when journalists challenge anything he accepts as received fact.

 

In a recent interview on Radio 4 he said; “We will continue to support SureStart”, as if he had been asked to endorse Terry Christian as a member of the Bullingdon Club.

 

What Cameron didn’t say that by “support” he means that they won’t shut these centres which provide a life line to many vulnerable people (and could be a good means to monitor benefits take up and use) right away, but rather let them whither on the vine by withdrawing £200 million annually as announced on Monday by a slack jawed Tory Councillor in Dorset. Hmmm. There’s an image.

 

The latest example of withering disregard for others comes from George Osborne who described his amateurish attempts to present himself as a professional politician with ambitions to manage the Treasury as “presentational errors” and “and not significant to the debate.”

 

You what mate?

 

So when the axe comes crashing through the Public Sector and the Tories push the economy into a “death spiral” (Danny Blanchflower of the Bank of England Monetary Policy Group) and people start receiving their P45’s it’s just an error old boy. Don’t worry old son, it’s not real, just a theory.

 

The same was said about Milton Friedman’s bonkers monetary ideas.

 

That’s all they are to the Tories. Ideas on a spreadsheet.

 

So whilst Thatcher, Joseph and Howe pored over figures in Number Ten about the money supply, millions of real people with real lives were thrown out of work with all the consequences that flowed for which we are still paying now.

 

Professor Blanchflower again; “We are in the midst of the worst recession most people alive have ever experienced, or will probably ever experience," Blanchflower writes. "Lesson one in a deep recession is you don't cut public spending until you are into the boom phase. The consequence of cutting too soon is to drive the economy into a depression. The Tory economic proposals have the potential to push the British economy into a death spiral of decline."

 

Now let’s look at the Tories favourite bete noir, Incapacity Benefit.

 

Osborne “revealed” that he intends clawing back £600 million over the next Parliament by putting the worst offenders back to work. Sounds good, and as a unwilling recipient of IB (I want to work but they won’t let me, even after I had made concrete enquires as to working 10 hours a week as a counsellor in Hull schools, long story) it absolutely winds me up how people play the system, but if you can find enough Doctors to conduct 3,000 interviews PER DAY, and then sign people off with no recourse to a second opinion or an appeal, then you should be put to work at the UN solving the Palestinian Question in the morning and the Arms Race before afternoon tea.

 

Quite aside from that Gorgeous George went on to say a further £300 million would come from cutting £25 a week from those on the top IB rate.

 

One fatal flaw here George. There aren’t enough people on top whack to raise this figure. So I assume you are going to do what you did in the ‘Eighties then? You know the wheeze? Inconveniently high unemployment stats are making Jim Prior and his fellow wets err, well a bit damp, so you sling a load of people onto IB and hey presto! Only 3 million unemployed! Bargain! Then demonise them in the Daily Mail and cut the £25 that way. Nice one geezer! Way to go!

 

It proves the Tories have nothing to say about the real issues when the spectre of IB is raised. Good headlines in the right wing media for an issue they have no way of solving, and in the great scheme of things is fairly insubstantial when measured against the NHS and Education budgets. Not that we should just look the other way. Peter Hain was in the first phase of doing something about this as his constituency in Wales has nigh on 50% of working age people on IB, something he was determined to act on by introducing private firms (shock horror!) to work one to one with claimants, taking time and effort to see what they CAN do (me, six half days a month as a counsellor to young people and offenders please!) and help them to take the plunge.

 

What happened to Hain? Oh yeah. He made a balls up of his accounts and guess what? He resigned, did his time and came back having learnt his lesson.

 

As for IB. Claimants suffer five times the national rate of illiteracy and present a nice easy target group with little right of reply. Just how the Tories like it.
October 08

"Dreams from my Father (1995) by Barack Obama. Down With the Cynics!

The one thing I dislike the most about current times is the almost savage cynicism abroad, about everything from football (there’s too much money, too much this, too much that, too much hype about the England team yada, yada) to society in general (chavs, dumbing down, perceptions about crime) to politics.

 

The later two are corrosive and important.

 

I could blag on about how such an attitude is lazy, self-serving, decadent and doesn’t do anything to help. But what’s the point? You can’t change this by being equally negative about other people’s negativity as you end up being dragged into their cynicism. You follow me. Good. I thought I explained that quite clearly actually. Do keep up.

 

We are where we are but I still believe that we have the power to change things if we want to, either through direct action such as the 10 for 10 campaign which aims to encourage us all to reduce our CO2 emissions by err 10% next year.

 

I’m not wholly sold on the man made climate change thing, but if there’s an outside chance we can do some good then why not give it a lash?

 

http://www.1010uk.org/

 

It’s no big deal and if everyone has a go, then you never know. And it keeps our MP’s honest. They have to answer you. Make ‘em work!

 

Barack Obama is the single biggest reason to believe in the power to change things by politics in 2009, if not indeed so far this century.

 

There’s the usual carping form the cynics about Obama’s backstory, presented here in unflinching yet unsentimental detail and I was a bit surprised that the McCain crowd didn’t make more of his admittals of personal failings, but the momentum that Obama generated from personal campaigning which avoided the usual corporate hand cuffing meant there was little the Republicans could do about it.

 

I was enraptured from the first to the last page. Obama’s easy conversational style with his quite mind blowing belief in the good of other people made me realise just what a monumental thing the American people have done in placing power in the hands of a guy who, just twenty years ago was sitting in a queue on a Saturday morning to seek arbitration from New York Housing Corporation due to experiencing land lord problems.

 

We all know what that’s about! I don’t know anyone who hasn’t gone through a scenario where a landlord is trying to screw the tenant, no matter how subtly.

 

His grounding as an organiser in the Chicago Projects and his admital that he often felt like jacking it all in only to be kept going by a pot of tea with an elderly resident who needed him, really struck a chord with me. What a man.

 

Barack Obama is dreaming up the world he wants to live in, and making it happen. Actually happen. Amazing.

 

Obama’s vulnerability is just so honest, and the way he writes about his family, it’s dysfunctional nature and yet the love that comes through just inspires me.

 

That’s why I will never stop believing in our Labour Party to find it’s compass again, why we will not give up on this election because it’s just too important, and why when I listen to people like Danny Marten 22, and full of hope and belief in his peers that I think fucking hell, let’s just do this thing.
October 04

Hull City 2-1 Wigan Athletic. Relief.

What a difference a week makes.

 

After suffering the mother of all hammerings at Anfield allied to a week of feverish speculation regarding Phil Brown’s job around the City (seemingly the conversation de jour at all bus stops) we were looking for a reaction from the players, given the Perma Tanned One’s observations regarding thrown towels on Sky, to see whether that oft bandied phrase about “losing the dressing room” was true.

 

This performance suggests not. We were denied a stonewall penalty in the opening phase of play and suffered a minor scare at the other end almost immediately but there was no sign of panic, or of lowered heads. The players kept on working hard for each other and gradually we took control of the game form a well drilled Wigan side who kept the ball well but came up against a better balanced home team line up.

 

The key for me was the decision to move Zayette into a McMahon type-shielding role in front of a central defensive partnership of Sonko and Kilbane. Both have oodles of experience, but are no great shakes in the pace department. Thus Zayette’s presence allows Kilbane in particular, to just sit, read the game and clear up when needed.

 

Venegoor of Hesslelink led the line on his own, fitness levels are coming along well, and he brought Geo and Hunt into the game expertly. Negative? Perhaps a touch as he is prone to get isolated and there is tremendous pressure on Hunt to be a jack-of-all-trades, breaking up play and supporting the Dutch target man. The Irishman looked dead on his feet and PB needs to make sure that Marney does his bit especially in fire fighting scenarios which will become apparent against the top six.  

 

Barmby was promoted to Skipper, a wise move if he is going to be a regular starter. With all the best will in the world this isn’t going to be the case and there is a strong case for Geo to have the armband until the return of Ashbee and the inclusion of Ghilas as a right hand side starter. The Brazilian has been a new man since signing a two-year deal recently and took the plaudits, deservedly as the Observer’s most Valuable Player of the Week. His tackling back was a real eye opener and he clearly feels more settled in Hull now and he has a big role to player as a leader in this team.

 

One swallow doesn’t make a Summer and all that jazz, but I am much more assured that the Management, Staff and players are all singing from the same hymn sheet. The upcoming fixtures are kind and this win will prevent the build up of pressure from getting out of hand.

 

·                            Boaz Myhill,

·                            Andy Dawson,

·                            Kamil Zayatte (Seyi Olofinjana, 81),

·                            Paul McShane,

·                            Ibrahima Sonko,

·                            Kevin Kilbane,

·                            Deiberson Geovanni,

·                            Stephen Hunt,

·                            Dean Marney,

·                            Nicky Barmby (Kamel Ghilas, 64),

Ja       Jan Vennegoor of Hesselink (Steven Mouyokolo, 90)

September 24

Muse Resistance (2009) Spotify

They’ve only flippin’ well gone and done it. Yes really. The impossible has in fact come to pass.

With “Resistance” Muse have not only equalled, but surpassed their 2006 masterpiece record “Black Holes and Revelations” which for me is the best record by anybody this decade.

How have they done it? They ought to be a band that would say about themselves; “Pretentious? Nous?” with all their orchestral, anthemic arrangements and the politically motivated lyrics preaching lefty revolution in the most starkly naive terms.

The song title “Exogenesis Symphony Part 1 (Overture)”  on any album sleeve would evoke the cringe factor extraordinaire with it’s nod to the worst excesses of ’Seventies Prog Rock, but with Muse it doesn’t matter a jot. They just create their own music and you can join in if you want. And I do want thanks ever so much.

I think that Muse mean it. You can feel it in the live shows that they connect with the audience because they really believe

Rise up and take the power back,
It's time the fat cats had a heart attack,
You know that their time's coming to an end,
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us,
They will stop degrading us,
They can not control us,
We will be victorious

in the same way that I still do at the age of 41. Sad? Oh yes. Cynical? Never. It’s the easy, lazy option.

Like U2 before them Muse will become a self parody before long but whilst they produce records as stupendously challenging and beautiful as this one then they remain the standard bearers for a tradition that goes back via the Manic Street Preachers, early U2, and The Clash to the daddy of visceral meaningful rock, Lou Reed.

But best of all no one is doing what Muse do which is to take all sorts of weird and wonderful influences from Sans Saens to Metallica and see what happens. The only speck of doubt comes with “United States of Eurasia” which ends up sounding like a weak Queen Tribute band.

The live show at Teignmouth which is on YouTube gives about 10% of the flavour of a Muse gig which is a testament to just how good they really are.

September 19

How “The System” Destroys People’s Lives.

A prisoner is coming to the end of a three and a half year sentence. He has laid the foundations to turn his life around. He has learnt that it feels good to help others. He enjoys the status he has in the group and the younger cons look up to him. I have observed him giving quiet encouragement to a fellow inmate during a training course. I do not intervene. He handles it well. I praise him in front of the group as this particular meeting will be his last. He looks chuffed as he receives applause from his peers, us and the officer.

He is clean. He is sober. He is apprehensive but the system has provided him with bail accommodation, intensive contact for the first week of his release. His fears result from poor coping strategies resulting from a life in care and then prison. But he is looking forward to giving in a lash “on the out” anyway.

The following day he is making his way to collect his breakfast when the Wing Officer pulls him aside to inform him that to get sorted out as he will be leaving today because the jail is at capacity.

He is given the address of a B and B. There is no room at the hostel for ten days. There is no one available to support him except for a cursory check. There will be no mentoring or counselling. He is on his own. The gate staff feel so bad that they have a whip round.

I am sitting in the Bus Station. He comes up to me. He is excited to see me. And Cled whom he has never met but holds legendary status in the group. But he is very drunk and holding a carrier full of Special Brew. His excitement quickly turns to shame as he relates to me the events of the last few days. He is staying with “friends”. The people who he was desperate to escape. I ask the question and yes, he is using. I tell him to ring the centre. We are here for him. I know he never will as I watch him leap onto a bus in a manner which causes a shimmer of disgust to ripple down the queue.

A bitter memory comes to me. That of the boy sitting in Belfast Central Station in February 1987 feeling completely and desolately alone. My phone beeps jolting me out of my reverie. It’s our kid. A question about sport. I look at the book in my hand. I reflect on the joyous nature of the new Muse record and how art and literature are my coping mechanisms. I look forward to picking my son up from school and going home to a loving environment. All of these things mean that that boy in Belfast was never truly alone, never really left with no support or safety net.

Not like him.

A flick of a bureaucrats pen. That’s all it took to wreck any sliver of hope.

September 17

District 9 (2009) Dir by Neil Blomkamp Dorian Gray (2009) Dir Oliver Parker Vue Cinema Hull

An alien spacecraft becomes stricken over 1980’s Jo’berg and  20 years after being rounded up and placed in the slum that is District 9, geeky bureaucrat Wikius Van der Merwe is charged with moving the extra terrestrials to a new camp far away from human contact.

The South African writers produce an opening that cleverly satirises the dynamics of Apartheid as the “prawns” face the daily humiliations of township life complete with exploitation and being subject to random privations based on the whims of their human neighbours. The parallels with Gaza and the West Bank are clear to see, but the film avoids being obvious or preachy and the documentary style does little to prepare the viewer for the welcome twists and turns to follow.

The pace and plot of the picture build masterfully and it is far from the film that you expect to see from the first half hour or so, and the the action sequences in the later half of the film deliver a powerful denouement.

Wikius is a superb hero. Ordinariness personified, the Civil Servant is required to deliver eviction notices on behalf of a huge multi national company acting on the orders of the UN, but like all private contractors operating in war zones morality is far from being top of the agenda and when our hero stumbles across some liquid with enormous commercial possibilities, both military and otherwise, the pretence of acting in the common interest goes out of the window and Wikius is forced to run for his life. 

Peter Jackson has overseen a gem of a picture which showcases the best themes of Sci Fi movies, those of politics and existential morality. The story leaves a possibility for a District 10. Lets hope so.

I was very impressed with Sharlto Copley as Wikius and it seems almost unbelievable that this was the 35 year olds first role having previously worked almost  exclusively on the other side of the camera. The choice to improvise the main eviction scene showcased what a fine actor, and one with a big future, Copley really is. He is due to play opposite Liam Neeson in, get this, a re make of The A Team. I kid you not. According to Wikipedia that is…..

 

As for Dorian Gray…. Ho hum. Lets face it you’d be hard pressed to muck up such a great story, that of Faustian themes adapted by the genius that was Oscar Wilde and the producers don’t mess it up. But there is no X factor to raise the picture into the very good rather than not bad stakes. Treading water. Adequate. Damning with faint praise? Absolutely.

But then I am totally mad about Wilde as my Mum, who is wholly responsible for my love of literature fed me his work from as an early age as I can remember starting with the magnificent children's story The Selfish Giant and his vulnerability and amazing insight into the human soul has always inspired me, so I suppose I was a tough audience. And as it happens the only audience at this viewing.

September 14

The NHS Yacht: Proof that the Tories Hate the Northern Working Class

Fact: 0.5% of UK children are in care and all the heartache that  lead up to, and follow from this desperate situation must be more than anyone could or should take.

Fact: 27% of the prison population, well over a quarter, have been in care.

Therefore it’s not science of the rocket variety that in order to reduce crime, save money and give the general population more peace of mind, the Government should be taking affirmative  action to work with these young people who desperately need the skills of teamwork, cooperation, recognition that they have something to offer and most importantly that there are people out there who actually care what happens to them, and want them to have successful and happy lives.

It’s a moral duty and pragmatic all at the same time, and I for one and immensely proud that Alan Johnson backed our City to deliver on this issue when he provided funds and expertise to back the PCT when they bought a yacht and enlisted non other than Sir Robin Knox- Johnson to help design and deliver a programme for our vulnerable young people to bring them back into the fold.

The first intake of fourteen youngsters scored a 100% success rate as they all are now in work, education or training six months on.

Four cohorts per year equates to 56 young people who will hopefully go on to lead productive lives, contributing to Society and paying tax.

Everyone a winner, surely?

But not if you are a Tory.

Due to a default mechanism in the brain which hears the Daily Mail buzz words “crime”, “young people”, “Northern” and “Working Class” David Cameron came out with the following corker;

"Recently the NHS brought a yacht to train Hull teenagers  and moored it in a Hull marina," he said, adding he thought it was a "completely crazy decision".

"If this extravagance had been published for all to see, the people who made this decision would either have had to justify it or scrap it."

You can just hear the withering contempt in his voice.

But then again the Tories want to spend £2 BILLION of tax payers money on just 3,000 of the richest families if they get in, so I suppose we shouldn’t be that surprised. 

September 12

Hull FC 18-21 Bradford Bulls The Fans Are Amazing

The curtain fell on a very disappointing season for  Hull FC with a defeat that displayed in microcosm what ails the Airlie Birds at the moment.

We started at a gallop. The intensity was high and when the mercurial Tom Briscoe fielded a difficult ball on the right wing and crashed over the line, it was no more than the hosts deserved.

Then the ref. caused us to lose two tries, the heads went down, we couldn’t seem to recycle the ball quickly enough, and despite a late rally Bradford went home with the two points.

Bradford drew level after Mr. Silverwood called a very harsh obstruction against the defence some 15 yards in front of the sticks. The Bulls produced a strong set and completed it with a clever move for the try.

These decisions even themselves out over the campaign. So we are told. Well I for one beg to differ as Mr. Silverwood and his officials missed a blatant forward pass, so obvious even a RFU ref would have pulled play up, and Bradford scored a killer try right on the half time hooter. We we furious. Absolutely livid. What can you do when so may mistakes go against you?

But instead of blasting back, FC became lethargic and lacking in any direction, Bradford sensed their chances and took them.

Despite such an awful season the fans turned out in force, cheered the team on, sung their hearts out and there was not one sign of recriminations or negativity towards the players or the staff, amazing given the inertia and drift abroad at the Club.

I will await the contract announcements on Monday before making any judgements about where we go from here, but believe me when I say a mass clearout of under achievers, passengers, deadwood and downright shit stirrers is a must.

Hull FC should be a top four Club year in, year out and the loyalty and good humour of our fans deserve better from the hierarchy of the Club who set the tone for what goes on in the dressing room and on the park.

Finally I want a return to Sunday games with the odd Friday night thrown in for variety, or the needs of Sky.

Hull FC: Tansey, Briscoe, Whiting, Hall, Raynor, R. Horne, Washbrook, Dowes, Houghton, Cordoba, Tickle, Manu, Radford. Replacements: King, G. Horne, Moa, Lauaki.

September 06

Inglorious Basterds (2009) Dir Quentin Tarentino Vue Cinema Hull

There are certain directors with whom the critics seem to lose all sense of reason. Guy Ritchie being a prime example. Revolver was roundly panned but I found it richly intriguing, but my old mate Peter Bradshaw of the Guardian took the biscuit with his “review” of Rockandrolla where he attempted to show us how wonderfully whimsical and ironic he was without actually coming remotely near to  doing his job such is his loathing of Ritchie.

Quentin Tarentino is a similar case in point and I reached for the off switch when I heard Mark Kermode about to muse on Radio Five Live about the American’s latest offering, the oddly monikored Inglorious Basterds.

From Reservoir Dogs through to Death Proof, Tarentino has been forced to run the gauntlet of the liberal elite with their barely credible charges of misogynism and torture porn. From the frothing outrage of the Daily Mail to the sniffing of the Guardianistas, Tarantino has has managed to upset most of the media which alone makes him a great film maker in my book.

Frippery aside I happen to rate Quentin Tarentino as a truly original director who always makes challenging and thought provoking films. The only one I didn’t like was Jackie Brown and there is no coincidence that it was one of his more anodyne efforts as Tarentino is at his best when he stretches cinema convention to near breaking point.

Inglorious Basterds does this job by twisting fantasy and reality in a World War Two setting as we are party to the exploits of a crack Jewish American Special Forces unit who are parachuted into Nazi Occupied  Europe with the express instruction of killing as many German leaders as possible. There are embellishments, as you would expect to the killing, putting no doubt in the mind as to why this is an 18 cert film but it’s in context no matter what the torture porn brigade have to say.

The plot thickens when the crew get mixed up in a plot to assassinate the whole of the Nazi leadership in cahoots with a British agent superbly played by a hammy Michael Fassbender, but the main acting plaudits go to Christoph Waltz as a Jew hunting SS man. The opening chapter is completely out of the comic context of the rest of the film as this Officer gently interrogates a French farmer but there is a chilling denouement to the scene.

Brad Pitt’s performance was infuriating as to my mind he wasted a great opportunity to deliver an OTT comic role akin to his performance in Snatch. His character has many facets and it just seemed to me that Pitt was just going through the motions.

Someone asked me what category this film would come under, and that’s the genius of Quentin Tarantino as the answer is usually “I have no idea”.



 
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