Rugby is a game I'm at best ambivalent about, but as Northampton Saints had reached the final of the game's most prestigious competition I just had to watch it.
Saints v Leinster has to rate of one of the most exciting games involving a ball (I'll even forgive the fact that the ovoid thing is not actually a "ball" this time!) I have ever seen. Leinster went into the game as strong favourites, but were completely overran by the Saints' scrum and break play in the first half and at the interval the score was 22-6 to us! Blimey, I'm even calling Saints "us" now. "We" even managed to score a try while a man down in the sin bin. Star of the show in the scrum was a man mountain called Tonga'uiha, who gave the appearance of being held together by Elastoplast, and obviously carrying an injury he could barely move by half time. Ben Foden was all over the place, a sort of Rugby prime period Paul Scholes for all you fellow rugger ignorami.
By half time I had started to come over all unnecessary, boy this was exciting stuff. I mentioned to Phill that there was no way Leinster could be as weak in the second period, and that the half time score reminded me of the L****poo* v AC Milan 2005 Champions League final, Saints being AC Milan. Unfortunately I was right, and in spades. Having been recently thumped, both literally and metaphorically by Leicester Tigers in the Aviva Premiership play off semi final (Tigers won the League Where You Get Nowt For Winning, so fair do's, but what is that all about exactly?) it was predicted by the pundits on the telly that Saints would wilt at some point in the second half allowing Leinster a way back in. Wilt? They didn't even turn up and the Irish team steamrollered. mullered, overwhelmed, etc etc us for half an hour scoring 27 points in the process. Apart from a brief glimmer of hope near the end, Saints barely got out of their own half and played like a team in shock.
Still, what a game, and congrats to both teams for contributing to a thrilling early evening's entertainment.
19 May 2011
Train Kept A-Rollin'*
* Except when there's the wrong kind of snow, or leaves, or signal failure at East Cheam, or....
As you've probably heard there is soon to be reform of the UK's rail network (read cuts) following a government study of their value for money released today. Our rail network apparently costs 30% more to run than comparable networks on mainland Europe. Could that alarming statistic have anything to do with the fact that administering a self created highly fragmented privatised system puts the UK at an instant cost disadvantage to state run networks in Europe perchance? So much so that the state subsidy to our wonderfully successful privatised railway system at £5 billion is five times greater after inflation than it was pre-privatisation.
When asked about the forthcoming reforms, Transport Secretary Philip Hammond said on Breakfast this morning that introducing a sliding scale of rail fares just before and just after peak times would increase choice:
"Instead of having a massive cliff edge between the peak fare and the off-peak fare you could have a couple of intermediate bands in between, so that people have more choices about the times they travel."
What this means in practice is that fares will increase in the hours immediately before and after peak times, ie in the times when most non-commuters want to travel. For "people have more choices" read passengers will suffer increased fares at the times they want to make their journeys. We already pay for annual increases in ticket prices way above inflation and now this. Interestingly since Hammond said this the review has been published and concludes that fares should be "more equitable" and are "already too high", and Hammond's quote above has mysteriously vanished from the BBC report.
Another great idea Hammond bestowed on us minnions was to build more parking spaces at stations in order to raise more money. Exactly where are these extra passengers going to fit? On the train roof or hanging out of doors perhaps? At least the Indians will feel at home!
Mind you what do you expect from a Tory Government, all they are interested in is increased profits for the major shareholders (which ironically include those paragons of choochoo virtue, the German and French rail companies) while they all swan around in chauffeur driven limos. On the other side of the fence, 70s throwback rail union chief Bob Crow said this about proposed further changes in working practices for his members: - "To turn around and say working practices have not changed in decades is completely untrue," he said. "The railway runs 7-days a week, 24-hours a day. If you are talking about changing working practices to make people work longer, that is a step in the wrong direction." Oh come on, train drivers and "Revenue Officers" (ticket collectors/sellers) are on seriously good money, and a bit more flexibility on their part and you may indeed see passenger trains running "7-days a week, 24-hours a day", something I can assure Mr Crow has yet to happen in my lifetime. The 24/7 quote is another that has since vanished by the way.
Crow would no doubt object, and this time rightly so, to another mooted idea, the reducing of the number of on-train staff. Quite how this could be acheived is beyond me as B and I have often made entire 100 mile plus journeys without once having our tickets checked. No wonder fare evasion is a problem. Mind you, if want to buy an over-priced polystyrene cup of molten iron while on board from the many vendors blocking aisles with their trolleys of inedible tat, that's no problem.
Tory politicians may well point the finger at the rail unions and the Brontosaurus that is Bob Crow, who let's face it is an easy and somewhat large target, but the biggest share of the blame for the state of our once proud rail network has to be taken by their party. All in all rail privatisation has been a complete nightmare for the service user, what with inflation busting annual ticket price increases, a fare system so complicated you need a degree in theoretical mathematics to understand it, overcrowded trains, crazy route duplications in the name of so-called competition, cancelled or severely restricted services every Bank Holiday when they chose to do maintenance work, some godawful stations (Clapham Junction, Birmingham New Street to name two), arbitrary route and timetable changes, rude and unhelpful station staff, etc etc.
One way billions could be saved at a stroke is the scapping of the utterly unecessary, environmentally decimating and hyper expensive new high speed line between London and Birmingham which as far as I can make out is being built to shave 30 minutes off journey times between the two cities. Woohoo! I'll bet it will still be cheaper by plane, and, unless you book your ticket five months in advance and thereby travel when the train companies want you to but not when you want to, by car too!
Tory ideology has wrecked our railway system, just as the same blinkered thinking threatens to wreck the NHS....but that's another story.
If Labour made rail re-nationalisation an election pledge it would certainly grab my vote and I'm sure many thousands of others too, but unfortunately my turning up at the pub quiz in a frock is more likely!
I am most dischuffed....see what I did there?
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Monday sees a return to NGH for yours truly as an operation is booked to fix the Dupuytren's Contracture in my left ring finger, or in layman's terms, to fix the wires and pulleys in my left hand. This time I may be put under a general anaesthetic as this op is going to take longer than the one on my right hand last year. Although my right ring finger is undoubtedly in a better state than before the op, and the grip in the right hand is slowly returning, I would only term it a qualified success as it has left me with occasional pain when having to grip with my right hand. Hopefully this will improve over time.
Am I nervous? Yes, slightly, as this time I know what to expect, which is not always a good thing. The aftermath will be fun too, as being left handed I will have to rely on my "lesser" and not fully functioning right maw for a couple of weeks. Expect lots of typos as I regale you with all the gory details including pictures of scars ;)
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That Lady Gaga was on Breakfast this morning too. She's a bit daffy is she not? Undoubtedly as popular as she is what with 34 million Facebook followers, I can safely say I have never knowingly heard one of her "tunes", for I am an old fart.
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As you've probably heard there is soon to be reform of the UK's rail network (read cuts) following a government study of their value for money released today. Our rail network apparently costs 30% more to run than comparable networks on mainland Europe. Could that alarming statistic have anything to do with the fact that administering a self created highly fragmented privatised system puts the UK at an instant cost disadvantage to state run networks in Europe perchance? So much so that the state subsidy to our wonderfully successful privatised railway system at £5 billion is five times greater after inflation than it was pre-privatisation.
When asked about the forthcoming reforms, Transport Secretary Philip Hammond said on Breakfast this morning that introducing a sliding scale of rail fares just before and just after peak times would increase choice:
"Instead of having a massive cliff edge between the peak fare and the off-peak fare you could have a couple of intermediate bands in between, so that people have more choices about the times they travel."
What this means in practice is that fares will increase in the hours immediately before and after peak times, ie in the times when most non-commuters want to travel. For "people have more choices" read passengers will suffer increased fares at the times they want to make their journeys. We already pay for annual increases in ticket prices way above inflation and now this. Interestingly since Hammond said this the review has been published and concludes that fares should be "more equitable" and are "already too high", and Hammond's quote above has mysteriously vanished from the BBC report.
Another great idea Hammond bestowed on us minnions was to build more parking spaces at stations in order to raise more money. Exactly where are these extra passengers going to fit? On the train roof or hanging out of doors perhaps? At least the Indians will feel at home!
Mind you what do you expect from a Tory Government, all they are interested in is increased profits for the major shareholders (which ironically include those paragons of choochoo virtue, the German and French rail companies) while they all swan around in chauffeur driven limos. On the other side of the fence, 70s throwback rail union chief Bob Crow said this about proposed further changes in working practices for his members: - "To turn around and say working practices have not changed in decades is completely untrue," he said. "The railway runs 7-days a week, 24-hours a day. If you are talking about changing working practices to make people work longer, that is a step in the wrong direction." Oh come on, train drivers and "Revenue Officers" (ticket collectors/sellers) are on seriously good money, and a bit more flexibility on their part and you may indeed see passenger trains running "7-days a week, 24-hours a day", something I can assure Mr Crow has yet to happen in my lifetime. The 24/7 quote is another that has since vanished by the way.
Crow would no doubt object, and this time rightly so, to another mooted idea, the reducing of the number of on-train staff. Quite how this could be acheived is beyond me as B and I have often made entire 100 mile plus journeys without once having our tickets checked. No wonder fare evasion is a problem. Mind you, if want to buy an over-priced polystyrene cup of molten iron while on board from the many vendors blocking aisles with their trolleys of inedible tat, that's no problem.
Tory politicians may well point the finger at the rail unions and the Brontosaurus that is Bob Crow, who let's face it is an easy and somewhat large target, but the biggest share of the blame for the state of our once proud rail network has to be taken by their party. All in all rail privatisation has been a complete nightmare for the service user, what with inflation busting annual ticket price increases, a fare system so complicated you need a degree in theoretical mathematics to understand it, overcrowded trains, crazy route duplications in the name of so-called competition, cancelled or severely restricted services every Bank Holiday when they chose to do maintenance work, some godawful stations (Clapham Junction, Birmingham New Street to name two), arbitrary route and timetable changes, rude and unhelpful station staff, etc etc.
One way billions could be saved at a stroke is the scapping of the utterly unecessary, environmentally decimating and hyper expensive new high speed line between London and Birmingham which as far as I can make out is being built to shave 30 minutes off journey times between the two cities. Woohoo! I'll bet it will still be cheaper by plane, and, unless you book your ticket five months in advance and thereby travel when the train companies want you to but not when you want to, by car too!
Tory ideology has wrecked our railway system, just as the same blinkered thinking threatens to wreck the NHS....but that's another story.
If Labour made rail re-nationalisation an election pledge it would certainly grab my vote and I'm sure many thousands of others too, but unfortunately my turning up at the pub quiz in a frock is more likely!
I am most dischuffed....see what I did there?
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Monday sees a return to NGH for yours truly as an operation is booked to fix the Dupuytren's Contracture in my left ring finger, or in layman's terms, to fix the wires and pulleys in my left hand. This time I may be put under a general anaesthetic as this op is going to take longer than the one on my right hand last year. Although my right ring finger is undoubtedly in a better state than before the op, and the grip in the right hand is slowly returning, I would only term it a qualified success as it has left me with occasional pain when having to grip with my right hand. Hopefully this will improve over time.
Am I nervous? Yes, slightly, as this time I know what to expect, which is not always a good thing. The aftermath will be fun too, as being left handed I will have to rely on my "lesser" and not fully functioning right maw for a couple of weeks. Expect lots of typos as I regale you with all the gory details including pictures of scars ;)
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That Lady Gaga was on Breakfast this morning too. She's a bit daffy is she not? Undoubtedly as popular as she is what with 34 million Facebook followers, I can safely say I have never knowingly heard one of her "tunes", for I am an old fart.
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17 May 2011
Gazpacho Soup - Part Six - Dovetails In Space
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| Captain Richard holding a grouter (out of shot) |
Most of you will not have met my brother in law Richard aka "Ozzie Bob" (those colonials always did get their Bobs and their Dicks in a tizz, and, hang on a minute, but wasn't he born in Devon?...oh well, onwards and upwards), but here he is as a young man. Richard was part of Great Britain's little known space exploration combined with sporting sabotage program in the 1970s, Operation Stink Finger, the aim of which was to fly low orbits over Sydney Cricket Ground in early January 1975 hoping to distract the locals long enough for Tony Grig's Inglind crickit team to scripe an unlikely win. Unfortunately the mission had to be scripped...damn, must ditch the Siff Iffrican inflexion...scrapped due to a sudden and shocking upsurge in the price of bacofoil caused by an equally dramatic and highly suspicious hike in the price of bauxite by the world's largest producer of the ore, yes you guessed it you lovely people, Australia. Had their spies got wind of our cunning plan, or is Richard's nickname, seen in the picture emblazoned across his spacesuit, an indication of subterfuge? We shall never know, for he never gives much away, our Richard (arf arf).
The resulting catastrophic financial shortfall rendered our plan to jettison a specially bred enormous foil space-suited cow into deep midwicket just as Greg Chappell was getting into his stride waaay over our budget, so much so that we ran out of foil leaving parts of the cow woefully unprotected, as you can see.
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| Cheeseboiger! |
To have launched Daisy in a parabola over the SCG unprotected from burn up on re-entry would not only have been the height of cruelty, but would have gifted the colonials with presents of ready BBQ'd steak, and we do not want to make it any easier for them do we?
Despite gathering together the finest minds of a generation to design and build the space rocket "HMS Fuckin' 'Ell It's Fred Titmus", it was all to no avail. The boffins, among whom were Magnus Pyke, John Noakes, That Bloke From Magpie With The Perm, Peter Cook, Mike Oldfield, Dennis Potter and Patrick Moore, were highly narked, dischuffed and yay, frustrated at being given orders by Whitehall mandarins to search behind every sofa in the land for the necessary loose change needed to fund the bacofoil for Daisy's and Captain Richard's fetching off the shoulder spacesuits. Our cash strapped rulers were so hard up Mr Wilson could barely afford a...sorry...his shag, and unburied bodies were being hoisted up trees so as to deter rats, who as we all know suffer terrible vertigo. The vultures had a field day. Incidentally, this testing, time consuming and ultimately fruitless method of raising finance, The Sofa Grope, remains the favoured method at Everton Football Club to this day.
After some gurning and straining The Queen issued an eleventh hour dictat, and left telling anyone in earshot they should "...leave it five minutes if I were you". Woo and verily hoo, for The Queen intervened in an effort to save Blighty's prestigious project! Elton then decided that the bacofoil spacesuit design was to be scrapped and swapped for the much cheaper hot water immersion heater lagging design you see pictured, although he did try to sweeten the deal by offering to buy as many bunches of flowers as our boys with the Right Stuff wanted. The astronauts refused to wear this clumsy restricting and itchy fabric, as they longed for the sleek strapless foil number, and Captain Richard was a hayfever sufferer so flowers were a no-no anyway. Despite appearances in the signed publicity photo above, Richard was cursing under his breath while dreaming of beard topiary and obscure woodworking tools.
The astronauts all left the launchsite, a disused cattle market behind Brierly's Supermarket in Wellingborough, in a fit of pique, which wouldn't start so they had to walk. Operation Steenk Feeenger was doomed, never to be heard of again.
When asked to comment Richard mumbled something along the lines of "I recently saw a wonderful 2" wide complex moulding plane with its mouth forced open. I guess the original tight mouth did not allow the 1" thick shavings the user was producing to clear the throat" I guess not. Richard was last seen leaving with his girlfriend, my lil' sister, who at the time was going under the pseudonym "Donna", for reasons I've never fully understood. Something to do with poteen and religious sects in deepest East Northants where they practice the Olde Religion, I think.
Australia went on to win the fourth test by 171 runs, Greg Chappell scoring a total of 228. Although Geoff Boycott did not play, it was doubtless his slow run rate that did for us. Or maybe we were simply shite?
Kenny Dalglish likes wearing the frocks left behind by Nando.
Next time - A Fish Called Bruno, a silly idea for a film if you ask me, and it's been a long time, been a long time, been a long lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely time.
11 May 2011
Celebrate good times, come on....
Mike, away in Cornwall at the moment, who always picks far left to go with his political leanings, sent me a text before "The Quiz With Gravitas" last night intimating that the cash pot may be far or inside left, no change there then Mike. I replied that given the (current political) circumstances it could only be far right. From that moment...hang on I'll check my phone...20:01 precisely..the die was cast. I just knew that a) we would win, and b) it being my turn to pick out one of the five envelopes offered by our redoubtable quizmeister when we won, that I would pick far right and, lo, for there be the wad of cash, forsooth!
Now, the thing about instinct is that the moment you start to doubt your choice or feeling, you are are jiggered. At least half the time with me anyway, that's what happens. Not last night though. I never for one moment doubted we would win, and arriving at the Victoria Inn at our usual time we find the pub is packed, the lure of the £200 plus quiz prize bringing in some unfamiliar faces. Colin, who always gets there first normally bags our regular table but this time it had already been taken and we were consigned to a huddle round a table near the "facilities". My gut feeling was still there even in unfamiliar surroundings, absolutely no doubt, in fact it had got to the point where I didn't even begin to doubt why there was no doubt in my mind, if you know what I mean! I just knew.
The quiz went well for us, the mighty Team Squonk, as it had to with so much competition. A 10 out of 10 on the sport round for only the second time ever, and a 10 out of 10 on the picture round and some other decent scores led us to the music round. At this point we assumed, wrongly as it turned out, that the Bar Stars were our main rivals for the winners spot, as is normally the case. Like Mogwai Fear Satan, Squonk Fear Brian of said Bar Stars who has an encyclopedic knowledge of obscure pop music. We need not have worried, as the team to tie with us for the top spot at the end on 72 points out of 80 (I think, as for once I was not keeping track of the score, which in itself is a bit unusual pour moi) was Team Serene, who, when they have a full compliment as they did last night, are always a threat.
That meant a tie break question. Enter Captain Paula, who although she claims to have "lost the Middle Ages" still has a brain the size of a small but busy planet, and puts us to shame with her all encompassing general knowledge - don't get me started on University Challenge. She wrote down "1968" on a scrap of paper in answer to a question about when some sweet or other was first sold in the UK. At least I think that was the question, I wasn't really paying attention as even then I still had no doubt we would win. The answer was 1967, we were nearest, and lo it came to pass that we had vanquished and conquered the infidel...err, we won, like!
While quizmeister Phil was handing out the paltry £5 second prize (oh dear...;)) I was visualising the envelope on the far right. I walk up to Phil's table, and he gives the five envelopes to a quizee to his right to shuffle. I fix my eyes on one envelope as it is moved around, watch them all given back to Phil, who shuffles them again, still fixed on that envelope. I knew it was the winner. When he placed the envelopes in front of me and the one landed far right, that was it, I knew. I picked it, gave it to Phil to open, and...well it was inevitable really! Arms aloft, whoop-de-woo!
Walking back to our corner near the latrine trenches with a shit eating grin plastered across my ugly fizzog while being congratulated by the other regulars, was, I admit, quite fun! Phil Quiz later said he thought I looked nervous, didn't feel it, but I was a tad zoned out though!
£215! That's Two Hundred and Fifteen of your English pounds, yes siree! More than we have ever won in one go in over 305 years of pub quizzing. I am magnificent. And so are you.
Always trust your instincts and banish self-doubt and hey presto, you're in the pink, or summat.
Hmmm...I could blow it all at Fontwell Races today, after all I'm feeling lucky....on the other hand, maybe not...:)
Now, the thing about instinct is that the moment you start to doubt your choice or feeling, you are are jiggered. At least half the time with me anyway, that's what happens. Not last night though. I never for one moment doubted we would win, and arriving at the Victoria Inn at our usual time we find the pub is packed, the lure of the £200 plus quiz prize bringing in some unfamiliar faces. Colin, who always gets there first normally bags our regular table but this time it had already been taken and we were consigned to a huddle round a table near the "facilities". My gut feeling was still there even in unfamiliar surroundings, absolutely no doubt, in fact it had got to the point where I didn't even begin to doubt why there was no doubt in my mind, if you know what I mean! I just knew.
The quiz went well for us, the mighty Team Squonk, as it had to with so much competition. A 10 out of 10 on the sport round for only the second time ever, and a 10 out of 10 on the picture round and some other decent scores led us to the music round. At this point we assumed, wrongly as it turned out, that the Bar Stars were our main rivals for the winners spot, as is normally the case. Like Mogwai Fear Satan, Squonk Fear Brian of said Bar Stars who has an encyclopedic knowledge of obscure pop music. We need not have worried, as the team to tie with us for the top spot at the end on 72 points out of 80 (I think, as for once I was not keeping track of the score, which in itself is a bit unusual pour moi) was Team Serene, who, when they have a full compliment as they did last night, are always a threat.
That meant a tie break question. Enter Captain Paula, who although she claims to have "lost the Middle Ages" still has a brain the size of a small but busy planet, and puts us to shame with her all encompassing general knowledge - don't get me started on University Challenge. She wrote down "1968" on a scrap of paper in answer to a question about when some sweet or other was first sold in the UK. At least I think that was the question, I wasn't really paying attention as even then I still had no doubt we would win. The answer was 1967, we were nearest, and lo it came to pass that we had vanquished and conquered the infidel...err, we won, like!
While quizmeister Phil was handing out the paltry £5 second prize (oh dear...;)) I was visualising the envelope on the far right. I walk up to Phil's table, and he gives the five envelopes to a quizee to his right to shuffle. I fix my eyes on one envelope as it is moved around, watch them all given back to Phil, who shuffles them again, still fixed on that envelope. I knew it was the winner. When he placed the envelopes in front of me and the one landed far right, that was it, I knew. I picked it, gave it to Phil to open, and...well it was inevitable really! Arms aloft, whoop-de-woo!
Walking back to our corner near the latrine trenches with a shit eating grin plastered across my ugly fizzog while being congratulated by the other regulars, was, I admit, quite fun! Phil Quiz later said he thought I looked nervous, didn't feel it, but I was a tad zoned out though!
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| "Look at my wad" |
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| Until we spend it all on posh nosh that is! |
£215! That's Two Hundred and Fifteen of your English pounds, yes siree! More than we have ever won in one go in over 305 years of pub quizzing. I am magnificent. And so are you.
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| "Waiter my good man, bring us some food and some drink, and then some more drink" |
Hmmm...I could blow it all at Fontwell Races today, after all I'm feeling lucky....on the other hand, maybe not...:)
6 May 2011
Lunchtime musings
I sent this missive to local freesheet the Herald & Post today:
In Talking Point in your May 5th edition, Brian Binley MP uses the Australian experience of AV to make the disingenuous claim that "six out of ten voters (in Australia) want the AV system scrapped". Firstly to have a contentious claim like that published on the day of the referendum when there is no time for a reply shows a bias on the part of your paper toward the No camp. Secondly, and this would be the proper riposte had there been time to give it, the statement Mr Binley makes is simply not right.
Respected Australian political journalist Antony Green debunks the same claim made by Mr Binley's boss in a speech back in February. Mr Green says "The problem is, the Prime Minister's statement (and therefore Mr Binley's claim) is based on a single survey, and that survey was one in which the Alternative Vote was not even an option." The survey asked whether the voters were in favour of the current compulsory preferential system, where one is obliged to rank all the candidates, or to just vote for one candidate. Again to quote Mr Green "What was not offered in this survey was the Alternative Vote option being offered in the UK. The Alternative Vote is is optional rather than compulsory (my highlights) preferential voting, a system used at elections in the Australian states of New South Wales and Queensland. As the survey stated, it is compulsory to give a preference for every candidate on the ballot paper to vote at Australian federal elections." So our AV was not offered as a choice in this survey, as the optional or compulsory distinction is a contentious issue in Australian politics. The survey panned out "57% for first past the post and 37% for compulsory preferential voting." This is where the "six out of ten" quote originates.
Mr Green's full article can be found here: http://blogs.abc.net.au/antonygreen/2011/02/do-australians-really-want-to-abandon-the-alternative-vote.html?cid=6a00e0097e4e688833014e5f66017a970c
A glance at the jobs pages in the same paper showed a pathetic total of 25 vacancies, 17 of which were posts with various State or State funded agencies, mainly teaching posts. To put it another way, only 8 (or 32%) of the jobs advertised were with employers who actually make money for the economy and thereby pay taxes to fund the State sector. And they tell us we're on the road to recovery?
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In Talking Point in your May 5th edition, Brian Binley MP uses the Australian experience of AV to make the disingenuous claim that "six out of ten voters (in Australia) want the AV system scrapped". Firstly to have a contentious claim like that published on the day of the referendum when there is no time for a reply shows a bias on the part of your paper toward the No camp. Secondly, and this would be the proper riposte had there been time to give it, the statement Mr Binley makes is simply not right.
Respected Australian political journalist Antony Green debunks the same claim made by Mr Binley's boss in a speech back in February. Mr Green says "The problem is, the Prime Minister's statement (and therefore Mr Binley's claim) is based on a single survey, and that survey was one in which the Alternative Vote was not even an option." The survey asked whether the voters were in favour of the current compulsory preferential system, where one is obliged to rank all the candidates, or to just vote for one candidate. Again to quote Mr Green "What was not offered in this survey was the Alternative Vote option being offered in the UK. The Alternative Vote is is optional rather than compulsory (my highlights) preferential voting, a system used at elections in the Australian states of New South Wales and Queensland. As the survey stated, it is compulsory to give a preference for every candidate on the ballot paper to vote at Australian federal elections." So our AV was not offered as a choice in this survey, as the optional or compulsory distinction is a contentious issue in Australian politics. The survey panned out "57% for first past the post and 37% for compulsory preferential voting." This is where the "six out of ten" quote originates.
Mr Green's full article can be found here: http://blogs.abc.net.au/antonygreen/2011/02/do-australians-really-want-to-abandon-the-alternative-vote.html?cid=6a00e0097e4e688833014e5f66017a970c
I would ask Mr Binley to check his facts before making clever use of semantics to get his (and his leader's) point across.
By the time this is hopefully published we will know the result of the referendum, and, if the No camp win it is to be hoped that this is not taken as a mandate to ignore calls for proper PR (which is not AV by the way) for the next 50 years. If the Yes camp win, maybe Mr Binley will have to be a bit less cavalier with his propaganda to get re-elected?
I have no expectation of a reply from Binley, and only low expectation of it being published at all. Ah well, at least I tried....
By the time this is hopefully published we will know the result of the referendum, and, if the No camp win it is to be hoped that this is not taken as a mandate to ignore calls for proper PR (which is not AV by the way) for the next 50 years. If the Yes camp win, maybe Mr Binley will have to be a bit less cavalier with his propaganda to get re-elected?
I have no expectation of a reply from Binley, and only low expectation of it being published at all. Ah well, at least I tried....
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A glance at the jobs pages in the same paper showed a pathetic total of 25 vacancies, 17 of which were posts with various State or State funded agencies, mainly teaching posts. To put it another way, only 8 (or 32%) of the jobs advertised were with employers who actually make money for the economy and thereby pay taxes to fund the State sector. And they tell us we're on the road to recovery?
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5 May 2011
MAKE SURE YOU VOTE TODAY!
Much as we will all delight in seeing the LDs get a good kicking in the FPTP council elections, is it not a tad ironic that if AV were in force they would end up with probably only slightly less council seats than they've got now?
Scotland and Wales use a mixture of FPTP and PR to elect their assemblies, and NI uses full proper PR, but none of them use AV - funny that..
I shall probably spoil my ballot with a 1 in Yes and a 2 in No, as I can't quite bring myself to vote No as their campaign hits new taste lows every day, and also for reasons many others have pointed out, but neither can I vote Yes for a system that is inherently crap and no better than FPTP.
I have never in my voting lifetime found a political decision so difficult to make, and I pride myself on a sharp political instinct. If only Clegg had insisted on the obvious question and not let himself be so dazzled by the bright lights of power that he settled on the worst possible referendum choice, one that heavily favours the increasingly reprehensible NO campaign. Sick babies and under-equipped soldiers - I ask you! It's an insult to one's intelligence.
During the past month or so I've wavered from Undecided to probably No to Undecided to definitely No, and now I'm back to Undecided again. This fence has been bloody uncomfortable, I can tell you! I've been up here so long I've creosoted the bugger twice. Alan Shearer would be proud.
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As for the NBC election, in my ward we have a straight Con/Lab/LD/Green choice, and as all three main parties have made an utter mess of (not) running our town in the almost 30 years I've been here, it's Green for me all the way.
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Whatever your views on my ramblings, make sure you vote today.
Scotland and Wales use a mixture of FPTP and PR to elect their assemblies, and NI uses full proper PR, but none of them use AV - funny that..
I shall probably spoil my ballot with a 1 in Yes and a 2 in No, as I can't quite bring myself to vote No as their campaign hits new taste lows every day, and also for reasons many others have pointed out, but neither can I vote Yes for a system that is inherently crap and no better than FPTP.
I have never in my voting lifetime found a political decision so difficult to make, and I pride myself on a sharp political instinct. If only Clegg had insisted on the obvious question and not let himself be so dazzled by the bright lights of power that he settled on the worst possible referendum choice, one that heavily favours the increasingly reprehensible NO campaign. Sick babies and under-equipped soldiers - I ask you! It's an insult to one's intelligence.
During the past month or so I've wavered from Undecided to probably No to Undecided to definitely No, and now I'm back to Undecided again. This fence has been bloody uncomfortable, I can tell you! I've been up here so long I've creosoted the bugger twice. Alan Shearer would be proud.
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As for the NBC election, in my ward we have a straight Con/Lab/LD/Green choice, and as all three main parties have made an utter mess of (not) running our town in the almost 30 years I've been here, it's Green for me all the way.
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Whatever your views on my ramblings, make sure you vote today.
4 May 2011
There be Moider at Camp Nou
There was a time not so long ago when the sight of Barca dismantling other so-called "football teams" at will was a delight to behold, but The Special One and his swarthy henchmen from Real Madrid have reminded us, and rightly so, that football is still supposedly a contact sport. Barca's demeaning reaction to being kicked up in the air is not to simply play these oafs off the park (Messi aside), which they are well capable of, but to fall over at every given opportunity, usually before they've even been touched. It's got to the stage now where I'd love it, love it (© K Keegan), if Vidic, Pauly Pauly Scholes, Rooney etc would kick a few of them over-tanned jessies up in the air before suffering the inevitable sendings off in the final, miracle comebacks from that bunch of hopeless Germans tonight notwithstanding.
Sorry, but making more passes than Sid James in a Carry On movie, followed by "..ouch he looked at me funny and now I've hurt my hair...I know I'll fall over and roll around like I've been shot and con the ref into sending off some lesser mortal.." just doesn't do it for me. We want some good old fashioned hobnail-booted centre half thuggery, now!
OK, I exaggerate, but being long enough in the tooth to remember the 70s, when the likes of Best, Marsh, Bowles, McKenzie, etc had to use pure skill, often while suffering a hangover, to get past the likes of Hunter, Cooper...erm most of Leeds Utd actually, Smith, McLintock etc, occasionally failing and being felled by literally bone crunching tackles, and never rolling about like fairies with no centre of gravity was far more entertaining in my opinion. Reminds me of the Coliseum...or Filbert Street.... Ah, the putrid smell of partially cooked and mostly synthetic "meat" products, old pubs, stale fag smoke, and warm fizzy drinks, the young lad sniffs the thick air as he shuffles on the terrace to avoid the stream of steaming lager-piss descending from the back, where those nice skinheads stand, while on the pitch likely lad Stan Bowles is upended at the end of a mazy dribble (they went on dribbles then, not "runs") by David Nish and lands with an audible thud as a splurge of wet mud flies into the air from the point of impact.......takes you back does it not?
Sorry, got lost for a moment in a reverie (or was that a Revie?)....Utd to lose the final 3-0 and end up with 9 men, Fergie explodes. What odds could I get on that? Barca hoist the cup aloft at Wemberleee to a resounding chorus of boos, me included, and I'm not even a Utd fan.
Ah, feel better now....
Sorry, but making more passes than Sid James in a Carry On movie, followed by "..ouch he looked at me funny and now I've hurt my hair...I know I'll fall over and roll around like I've been shot and con the ref into sending off some lesser mortal.." just doesn't do it for me. We want some good old fashioned hobnail-booted centre half thuggery, now!
OK, I exaggerate, but being long enough in the tooth to remember the 70s, when the likes of Best, Marsh, Bowles, McKenzie, etc had to use pure skill, often while suffering a hangover, to get past the likes of Hunter, Cooper...erm most of Leeds Utd actually, Smith, McLintock etc, occasionally failing and being felled by literally bone crunching tackles, and never rolling about like fairies with no centre of gravity was far more entertaining in my opinion. Reminds me of the Coliseum...or Filbert Street.... Ah, the putrid smell of partially cooked and mostly synthetic "meat" products, old pubs, stale fag smoke, and warm fizzy drinks, the young lad sniffs the thick air as he shuffles on the terrace to avoid the stream of steaming lager-piss descending from the back, where those nice skinheads stand, while on the pitch likely lad Stan Bowles is upended at the end of a mazy dribble (they went on dribbles then, not "runs") by David Nish and lands with an audible thud as a splurge of wet mud flies into the air from the point of impact.......takes you back does it not?
Sorry, got lost for a moment in a reverie (or was that a Revie?)....Utd to lose the final 3-0 and end up with 9 men, Fergie explodes. What odds could I get on that? Barca hoist the cup aloft at Wemberleee to a resounding chorus of boos, me included, and I'm not even a Utd fan.
Ah, feel better now....
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