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5月31日 Hull City Season 08/09. Our Best Ever Finish in 105 Years. 17th in The Premier LeaguePlayer of the Season: No contest. Michael Turner. How that fool Joleon Lescott is in front of him in the England pecking order defies belief. Get yersen to Walton Street Mr. Capello.
Goal of the Season: Geovani at the Grove. Why, oh why wasn't I there? oh yeah. Money. And special thanks to Mr. Bastard at the DWP for accusing me of over claiming, and then telling me not to worry about it. Duck ponds, flipping, and Hazel Blears anyone? Shame the little Brazillian striker and part time Bible Basher in Anlaby did bugger all else for 80% of the remainder of the campaign. He has had too many last chances and doesn't do it when the chips are down which, let's face it is most of the time. He, Cousin, Boeteng and should be shown the door.
Opposition Goal of the Season: Lampard's precision chip for Chelsea's opener at Walton Street. I accused him of shinning it at the time. Sorry old chap. But you remain an overpaid, decadent and unpatriotic twerp though.
Best Game (Home): That would have to be Fulham. We showed grit when behind, and no little skill in dominating the second half thus getting our season off to the best possible start. We need to get a grip at home. Three wins and eleven defeats meant we had to rely on Newcastle being complete pants to hang on for another season. Brown needs consistency of selection in the home games, and leave the tinkering for specific situations in away fixtures.
Worst Home Game: Blackburn. Just awful. I really thought that was it. Going down. But we responded by chalking up the flukiest win of this, or any other season at Fulham. And by the way Roy Hodgson deserves to be gonged as Manager of the Season. Only Joe Kinnear in his Wimbledon days has done as well with the resources available.
Worst Away Game Attended: Sunderland. Stadium of Shite and a performance from City consumerate with the surroundings.
"This is the best trip I've ever been on" Hummm. Old Trafford was something else as was being two up at Anfield and seeing myself going mental on MOTD but, strange as it may seem as we lost, the FA Cup Sixth Round tie at Arsenal where we led deservedly for an hour will be the one that sticks in my mind, although I was upset and angry at how everything I respect and love about the Gunners seems to have evaporated into thin air since they left Highbury. That's corporatisation for you. Mr. Hill-Wood went down a great deal in my estimation. Is this the same guy who dished out the punishments in 1990 after the infamous brawl, initiated by United players at Old Trafford, or the man who sacked George Graham to protect the good name of the Club? Cesc Frabregas is a scum bag of the first order, a lier and a thug. I hope Arsenal are proud to have a Captain like that. But it's testament to how far we have come, and how far Arsenal have fallen if Wenger and his Skipper are so riled by the Tigers.
Worst Moment of the Season. Watching on a dodgy internet connection as Brown bollocked the players on the pitch at Eastlands. "Catch yerself on Phillip", as Jim McDonald may have put it whilst watching in the Rovers. But forgive and forget. Brown is on a journey of self discovery (C. Pseuds Corner in Private Eye) just as much as us, and he has done a fantastic job. Let's hope his inner twat is under control a bit more next term.
The more football I watch, the less I understand it and as a result I will be boarding the rollercoaster once again in August, this time with my son as a full time companion. A life time of misery inflicted on him then.
5月28日 The Reluctant Fundamentalist (2008) by Moshin Hamid. Declan Moen Springs to MindThis is an excellent novella, and can be read in a couple of hours due to its easy, conversational style prose.
The narrator takes us through his story, one of taking his opportunities as a Pakistani immigrant in New York, his life as a high flyer in business and a strained but intense realtionship with an American girl.
But the winds of 9/11 blow cold in his life and Changez finds himself re evaluating his attitudes to the Society that has given him such wonderful freedom of choice.
I found myself musing on this when I recieved a message in response to my comments about Steve McQueen's masterpiece of film making, Hunger and reflections on the motivations of former good friend turned IRA terrorist Declan Moen.
I replied, asking a number of questions which only someone with intricate knowledge of the case would know. For example I deliberatley mistook Moen's hometown, and the guy corrected me.
He is a former MI5 agent and here are his remarks;
I haven't heard that name for a long time. He was actually from Ballybay not Letterkenny.
Anyway I was the person that ended his short career with PIRA. Sending them to jail without passing go.
They were studing at Coleraine at the time and decided to kill grandfathers and grandchildren by planting a bomb at a football game in Limavady while the RUC football team where playing.
We couldn't let then do that now could we? Deckie and his mate Connor Gilmore got less than what they deserved. If I had my way they wouldn't have got the chance to go to jail.
They were part of an ASU working directly to Northern Command under the command of Sean (Spike) Murray, who by the way is now on a group that decides on which marches go ahead in NI.
The NC ASU's were set up to carry their war to the peaceful areas of NI and were recruited from cleans. People with no connection with republicians and no family that were.
I spent three years undercover at the Uni, infiltrated the unit, then took them down.
In the time that I spent there PIRA had taken over control of the local students union at the Coleraine campus. The used funds and transport to pay for their intel gathering.
They identified police officers living in the triangle and supplied the full students register to PIRA Int.
Declan even got a job working at the Royal golf club to identify officer who played there.
The union offices were used as arms dumps and the bomb they made for the Limavady job was built in the union offices then ferried down to Limavady by bus.
One got away, Davey McAlister. He got across the border, stay in Bray south of Dublin for a few months before PIRA shipped him off to the states. Devasted doesn't even cover it. The bit about the golf club chilled me to the bone.
But, as in The Reluctant Fundamentalist the charcteristics of being weak, insecure, easily led and wanting vaildation appear current and real.
But at the end of the day sometimes you just have to say that people chose a path freely and in so doing are killing their own sense of humanity. By crushing any feelings of revulsion these people are doing the opposite of that great Talmudic saying;
"If any man saves a single life, it is like he saved the entire world".
5月22日 Hull City v Manchester United............Survival SundayWhen the fixtures came out in June I remember being pretty satisfied with the exception of having to play Man. Utd. at home on the last day as realistically we would need to get something from the game, a fact that has come to pass.
I was, along with Toon fanatic Mr. Tait, absolutely resolved NOT to end up pacing the room last Saturday with Soccer Saturday and or, some dodgy internet link up to Bolton dictacting my emotions. Thus we arranged to take the kids to the theatre. Upon arrival we were informed that the pivotal member of the cast was sick.
But not as sick (with worry) as I turned out to be as, despite myself I ended up in precisely the scenario outlined above.....
But, a one all draw and a magnificant performance where only that pesky Jaaskalinen prevented City taking all three points.
The Trotters goalie has produced not one,but two saves against us this season which have simply defied the laws of nature and cost us four points in the process.
Nevertheless we can have no complaints over the season, and I for one have enjoyed most of it. The week where we lost to Spurs, made heavy weather of Sheff. Utd in the Cup and crashed against Blackburn, all at Walton Street was the only sustained period where I was truly fed up.
IF WE STAY UP: It will be because we have taken points off every team in this Division so far except Sunderland. Against the bottom three we have taken 11 out of 18 points available, only losing to Boro away. And against the top four we have taken 5 points and scored nine goals including THAT victory at Arsenal plus draws away to Liverpool and Chelsea. And there is the small matter of banging in three goals at World Club champs Manchester United.
IF WE GO DOWN: This will be due to awful form at Walton Street with only three wins, and none since December. Failure to beat teams in the middle of the table has cost us, and a total of just two wins since October (29 games) is just woeful in the extreme. Brown's bollocking of the players in flangrante at Eastlands was a pivotal moment as our ability to play above our natural station was based on sticking together, come what may. The Manager's transfer window activity was poor and his man management of King, Cousin and Geovanni, all vital in the goals for column, has been underwhelming.
But whatever the outcome on Sunday the Club is well on track to be established in the Premier League by 2011, the target set by Mr. Duffen last year, so really this season has been a "free" go in preparation for that. We are solvent and Season Tickets are sold out already meaning that we can either push on in this Division or mount a successful attempt on the Championship (Europe's fourth most important league) summit.
Phil Brown has apologised for the Man City incident and deserves to remain as Boss for the forseeable future as he seems to be the sort of guy who learns from his mistakes.
5月19日 The Speaker Resigns.The Beginning, Not the End of Parliamentary ReformMichael Martin fought tooth and nail to prevent the exposition of this Parliament as monumentally, systemically and institutionally corrupt and therefore his resignation should be welcomed.
But Martin should not serve as the sole lightening conductor for what has been going on in our name.
Hundreds of "Honourable Members" have decided, activley, to rob the taxpayer of hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Nick Brown, Labour Chief Whip, has claimed a whopping £18,000 for food, and not even bothered to submit receipts so arrogant is he of his "right" to this money.
Diana Johnson, MP for Hull North a place she visited for the first time when she came up for selection, claimed £1,000 in fees for a design for her house, and her expenses overall are a total disgrace.
In total, she claimed £166,509 in travel expenses and allowances between April 2007 and March 2008 – 2.4 per cent more than the previous year when she submitted returns worth £162,584.
Alan Johnson, her neighbouring MP and senior Cabinet Minister claimed £11,000 the vast majority of which went on rail travel.
Where to now?
1) All Labour MP's to face mandatory re selection.
2) This Parliament to be dissolved and an immediate General Election called.
3) The next Parliament to pass a Reform Bill to include fixed term Parliaments elected by the De Honte PR system, and a fully elected Upper House.
4) All MP's should be subject to recall.
5) Labour Party candidates to be selected by a US style Primary System.
Our current system just doesn't work and we face the biggest crisis in our political system since 1688.
Martin failed to grasp the gravity of where we are at in our busted democracy and he had to go.
5月15日 This 2005 Parliament is Beyond Redemption. Dissolution and Immediate General Election Please!"Mistake", (Ed Balls/ Yvette Cooper).
"Dodgy accounting", (Elliot Morley).
"A good job accountancy isn't my main job!" (Jack Straw).
"A oversight". (Hazel Blears).
I have to claim Incapacity and other benefits and am made to feel like a total skank for so doing, but if I "forgot" to mention my pension do you honestly think that the authorities would roll their eyes indulgently and go, "Ooo, what are you like, cup cake. You old scatterbrain!"
Of course not.
Or what if, through overwork, juggling family commitments, looking after the needs of demanding employees, a self employed person messed up a tax return, or God forbid the VAT?
Indulgence? No. Prosecution, loss of home, employess hoyed on the dole? Oh yessity yes.
I admired Hazel Blears immensely and served in a minor role as part of her Deputy leadership bid team, she always struck me as being real, grounded and in politics for the right reasons, given her background in Local Govenment when she could have coined it in with a private law practice.
But she has been sucked into the over self esteem vortex where the Elite tell themselves that they are being "selfless" by opting to enter the House and that they are somehow more worthwile than those high flyers in industry and commerce because they are working for the Many Not The Few.
Hilary Benn and Alan Johnson claim the bare minimum. This is because they believe, as I did, that to work for and on behalf of the people is an honour and a privilege. Dream up the world that you want to live in, try and make it happen and get paid for it. Lucky bastard.
Driving here there and everywhere to represent my NUT colleagues, getting up at 6 am on a freezing Saturday to go and sit in a draughty school hall organising against SATs, tramping the streets for the Labour Party. I loved every minute. (Not).
This is why I am so utterly devastated by the actions of so many of our MP's.
This Parliament, as epitomised by it's woeful Speaker, is completley deviod of authority.
It should be dissolved and a General Election called. That way corrupt incumbants can be ditched by their local Parties of whatever hue, and a fresh start can be made.
And whilst we are at it, the Labour Party's mendacious attempts to talk up the BNP as a means of distraction, are politics taken to the gutter. Stop it, and stop it now. 5月14日 Hull City 1-2 Stoke City. Ferbrile, Rancid.Strong language warning.
I am lying in a hospital bed in London with a painful cocktail of drugs sluggishly going through a drip in my arm. I do not sleep. But I dream.
Febrile, rancid dreams. Incremental to the morphine intake.
I am at Mass.
I see him.
I see Dr. Fucking Spacehopper Head. Cuntsultant. Makes Anthony Howard look like Orlando Bloom.
He is in the line.
I see him. I see him. See me. Go on look. It wouldn't even register would. Eh? Wouldn't even cause a glimmer on that jowly, pock marked, fuck ugly viz, would it?
"Lord, I am not worthy to receive You".
Smug twat. Name in the newsletter. Mass intentions; "For the People of the Parish".
But only if they come to see you on the BUPA. Only if they pay £150 for you to dispense your wisdom. Your pearls of fucking wisdom. Your pellets of fucking poison for the rest of us though. The ones who. The ones who what? Pay your fucking obscene wages, that's who.
"But only say the word"
I am on my feet, spewing obseneties. Falling, falling, falling forward.
"And I shall be healed".
The gentle Geordie lilt of BBC Five Live's John Murray.
We are playing OK. We have plenty of possesion. Stoke pose no goal threat, but neither do we. A point would be welcome as even if there is a decisive result at St. James' Park on Monday, we could not drop into the bottom three. I can live with that as I still think 36 points will be more than enough.
A corner. The ball pings about, ricochets of the hapless Zayette and Ricardo Fuller is there to snaffle a goal.
I just know that's it. I visualise the scene, imagine Pete and Dave dissecting what has happened and know that Kilbane, Cousin, Boeteng and the other mercenaries will be wondering if there will be owt doing at Wolves next season....
Half time. I dose but am brought back to reality with a sharp burst of pain as the gluey drip, drip of drugs has a blockage as it enters my vein.
I press the alarm. No response. Ten mintues. Excruciating, I begin to drift into desperation. I grasp the sheets in between my teeth. I am drowning, losing it, about to weep with frustration and pain.
A nurse arrives.
"Would you mind licking the piss off this pungently, putrid stinging nettle?", I say. At least that appears to be what this member of the Angelic Profession thinks I have said.
The look passes across her face; "Wot you talkin' 'bout Willis". Yer daft racist I laugh to myself.
The next 20 minutes are expended unjamming the canula from my gummed up vein, and then relocating it. I observe the dried blood stains in the curtain from yesterday.
It could be so much worse.
I could be at the Circle as Jamie Lawrence smashes in what sounds like a goal of the month contender to bury and lingering hopes City may have harboured in this game. Dawson's free kick in injury time is far too little and far too late.
The left back revealed to the Guardian's Louise Taylor that the players had snubbed Phil Brown's offer of a trip to Chester Races. The Boxing Day hangover remains in the dressing room it seems.
Hull City: Myhill, Ricketts, Turner, Zayatte (Geovanni 67), Dawson, Garcia (Mendy 60), Boateng, Kilbane, Barmby, Fagan, Cousin (Manucho 60). Subs Not Used: Duke, Hughes, Halmosi, Marney
Att: 24,932 5月2日 Incompetence, Inertia and Hubris. The Labour Government Staggering Towards the Endgame?What a terrible week for the Government. What a terrible week for the Left and what a terrible outlook for the remainder of this Administration.
The MP's expenses fiasco shows a stunning lack of empathy by Gordon Brown, and the PLP in general, for the people they are elected to serve.
McNulty, Hoon and Smith should hang their heads in abject shame as, by squeezing every last drop out of the letter of the law, they are basically giving the two fingered salute to the rest of the population as we struggle with the worst excesses of this Bank led recession.
They can hide all they like behind the "rules" but we are the Labour Party. We are meant to have values. We are meant to put the needs of the many before the few. We are meant to uphold the principles of fairness and decency. We are meant to be transparent. We are meant to be basically straightforward sorts of guys. These are the sorts of things the Labour Party are meant to be "for".
Instead we are left with a mendacious Budget, Ministers who don't give a damn what the Public think of politicians and an Administration that has run out of ideas as Frank Field, when asked about attendence allowance, alluded that there is very little point in turning up at the moment because there is hardly any Government business to deliberate on.
I don't often feel ashamed of this Government or this country, but two mean minded and petty injustices comitted by this Government really stick in my throat.
Firstly the use of the Royal Perogative to deny right of return to the Chagos Islanders so cruelly deported in the 'Sixties to make way for the a massive US base in the Indian Ocean, and secondly the disgraceful treatment of the Ghurkas.
It is not enough to say that we have done better by these soldiers than the Tories. If this is our benchmark for measuring how well we are doing, we may as well give up now.
"The Court of Public Opinion" so beloved by the woeful Harriet Harman is fed up of us, and the turning point for me was the 10p tax decision where Gordon Brown deliberatley set out to stick the boot into the poor to help Daily Mail land without any consideration for those best of British traits, fairness and empathy for the underdog.
His banging of the table at the NEC and shouting, "Show me the pay slips!" exemplified what happens when the same people are at the top for so long.
The majority of people just seem to lose any sense of what goes on in the real world and no matter what lofty motives they have for entering politics, very few remain Alan Johnson or Hilary Benn like, with all their values intact.
There is hope. The spirit of the Nasty Party is still alive and kicking in the Tories and the voters are only turning to them because they have lost faith in us. There is no Blair momentum or enthusiasm behind David Cameron plus the Press do not overwhelmingly endorse him in the way that Blair was annointed as the Chosen One by Murdoch in 1995.
But we have to re new our Democracy, not just for the sake of the Labour Party's electoral chances, but to stem the haemorraging of trust in politics from those under 30 who are deserting the ballot box in droves.
Firstly no MP should serve more than three Parliamentary terms, and individuals should be in the Cabinet or Number Ten for only two terms of Office.
MP's should be subject to re call and their pay, terms and conditions should be set by an fully independent body made up of thirty members of the Public chosen at random from the Electoral Roll.
Two thirds of our law making bodies are unelected. The Upper Chamber should be fully elected, and along with the Commons this should be done using PR and the de Honte system to provide a truly representative Parliament.
The future of our country hangs in the balance as if one dynamic were to change in the economy such as a hike in fuel prices and commodities, or the dreaded failure of Goverment Bonds then Britain faces the abyss and the possibility of sustained Civil unrest.
This may be my cynical head here, but it has occured to me that Brown's idiotic statement "British Jobs for British Workers" staement, plus Harman's shameful attack on Fred the Shred allied to Darling's divisive Budget (the Public Sector pensions protected whilst the small business sector gets shafted on National Insurance) may be a deliberate ploy to spread poison and jealousy. Factor in the inevitable Tory cuts and you have a recipe for it all to kick off once we are out and then Labour stands back and enjoys the spectacle of a busted Tory Government.
The email smearing stuff means to my mind that any low trick is possible as the Labour Party tries to prevent a post 79 style meltdown.
This is why it is vital that the Labour Government takes radical steps to restore shattered public faith in our creaking, outdated and unfair political system which people feel they have no stake in, and is incapable of dealing with the current crisis to any great effect as the whole G20 thing is unravelling into the one of the great smoke and mirrors exercises of modern times.
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