Brilliant In Every Dimension

Some muppet at a university in Australia has come up with a survey that confirms a link between flying the Australian flag and racist tendencies. Funny, although he is an “aussie” I’ve never seen Mel Gibson with those shit stars on our flag, but anyway…

This is great newspaper / comment fodder. The sort of thing the Daily Mail specialises in. Print blaring nutty headline on populist drivel and sit back with your popcorn.

A taster of the story….

DRIVERS who fly Australian flags on their cars to celebrate Australia Day are “more racist” than people who do not, according to research from UWA.

 

University of Western Australia sociologist and anthropologist Professor Farida Fozdar and a team of assistants surveyed 513 people at the Australia Day fireworks on Perth’s Swan River foreshore last year to find out whether there was a link between car flag flying and racist attitudes, Perth Now reports.

Professor Fozdar said the team found that of the 102 people surveyed on the day who had attached flags to their cars for the national holiday, 43 per cent agreed with the statement that the now-abandoned “White Australia Policy” had “saved Australia from many problems experienced by other countries”. 

Cue fantastic responses like this, proving once and for all that comedy is not dead…

“Professor Farida Fozdar” – surprise surprise, it’s a forigner [sic] who wants to say we are racist. If you’re not happy with us – GO HOME!!!

Take the effing caps lock off – nurchure it, don’t abuse it…

MY 5 YEAR AND 2 YEAR OLD GRAND SONS ARE WAVING THEIR FLAGS, THEY DO NOT KNOW WHAT A RACIST IS. WE WILL NURCHURE THEM AND SHOW THEM GOOD VALUES AND TO RESPECT OTHERS. ITS FUNNY HOW THAT SOME ONE DEFENDS THEIR COUNTRY AND THEY ARE THE ONES CALLED RACISTS. IT IS A REQUIREMENT THAT WHEN YOU MIGRATE TO AUSTRALIA THAT YOU ADOPT ITS VALUES AND ABIDE BY ITS LAWS.

I’m a moron, and I don’t mind people knowing it…

Racist – you bet. A proud Australian – you bet. Sick and tired of the bludgers on the boats turning up here univited – you bet.

And one man cries about the flag itself…

The flag is only 3/4 ours anyway: WE NEED A NEW FLAG, we are not a British colony

Read them. It’s hilarious if you find muppets unable to control their emotions at the slightest provocation funny…. This newspaper article is brilliant in its conception, a perfect trap, a perfect vehicle to show the world what idiots you can be…. there are blatant wind-up merchants, unreconstructed lunatics, and plenty of people think it is so wrong to have a go at the “foreigners”, but bogans are a different matter…..

You don’t need an anthropologist to tell you there are loonys about.

Error Strewn

All I ask of the sports news in the morning is to get the simple things right.

Like where is the test match being played on Tuesday between England and Pakistan. Dubai, as the 5 Live report said? Nope, Abu Dhabi. Laziness that.

But that was a minor error compared to the one later in the broadcast. According to 5 Live the Superbowl will be between the San Francisco 49ers and the New England Patriots. Now with a beloved who is a Giants fan, who woke up to be told the great news her team is through, and with the winning kick played out on the TV before I set off this morning, this came as a shock to me. So I thought it might just have been an error he would correct. Nope. The Patriots beat the Ravens to win the AFC Championship he said, and the 49ers beat the New York Giants in the NFC.

It might be 6:30 in the morning chaps, but get it right, eh? All we ask.

And yes, I did check SI to make sure I hadn’t imagined it… New York did win.

You Always Come Across Sadness

Well, it was over 20 hours ago I woke up and still don’t feel tired. And no, no artificial stimulus required. I was listening to some music, mainly late 90s, early 2000s trance / electronic and came across PPK’s Resurrection. I liked it, but on a Godskitchen CD I had, a beautiful tune merged into it. On searching Amazon because it’s a bit late to be rumbling in the music cupboard, I came across the name of the track I was thinking of. It was On The Run (Ocean To Shore) by Tilmann Uhrmacher.

I opened it up on youtube to find, sadly, the guy responsible for the track died last year, aged 44.

I know I am a morbid old soul, but they really hit you when you see people in your age group pass away. Only this week, in my office, we found out that a bloke I knew only in passing died of we can only presume was a return of his awful brain tumour and that poor man was in his mid-30s, I think. As I said, I only knew him in passing, but it still hits home. RIP, Duncan.

Tillmann Uhrmacher is not a household name, but this is a nice dance track if you like this sort of thing. Which many of you don’t. But this is my blog, and 20 hours in, I’m still into the music….

 

Ah Stuff It. Music Night….

And I’m back in the 80s. I really don’t give a stuff whether you like your music of the chin scratching, self-contemplative kind. Me? If I like it, I play it. And my favourite collective of the 80s, and 90s probably, were the Pet Shop Boys. Bloody good pop music, written by clever fellas, with catchy choruses, good lyrics, and really top albums to boot. I have all their original albums, while missing some of the dance and numerous best ofs, but the late 80s were their pomp, when they also wrote tunes for others.

I know a number of people who don’t like the Pet Shop Boys, like this. Most of them are male…

I came across the 12″ version of one of my favourites tonight. Again, I know people not into PSB pick this one out as “pretty damn good”. There is just something about that late-80s Latino House beat that just kicks it off for me…

You see the difference between the 80s and now is DEPTH. PSB had, what, four number 1 singles (West End Girls, It’s A Sin, Always On My Mind and Heart) and the above song made me realise they probably had reached the peak of their popularity as this charted about #7 in 1988. It’s the best 12″ single up there with Left To My Own Devices which clocked in at 12 minutes long!

I came across this “tribute” outfit who covered Domino Dancing. I wanted to hate it, but, really, it weren’t that bad…

Ah yes. I despised that God Awful “The Clothes Show” for nicking this tune for their show…

They can still do it….A brilliant pop song..followed by one of their newer ones.

The other thing, after an hour of listening to them is also the fact that my mum really liked them too. It seems an uncool thing to say, but I really feel a connection back to her when I listen to the songs from the 80s. Especially What Have I Done To Deserve This? And this one, which as I have said a few times, was her favourite by them…

Always brings a tear. Never afraid to admit it. It’s why they are the most important musical ensemble of my life.

Keep going.

Driving Home The Bacon

Sorry for the crap title.

One of the new-found joys of the shift I am working is the ability to listen to anything other than the sneering of Peter Allen on the radio home – for some reasons I am not in a music-listening mood at the moment. While on Fridays this means the excellent Mark Kermode on 5 Live, on the other days of the week it means Richard Bacon.

Now everyone of a certain age knows what this man is most famous, or should it be infamous for being fired from Blue Peter for snorting coke. Now what you get up to in your own time is your business, but when you knew the puritanical requirements of that show, well…. stupidity doesn’t quite define what he did.

I haven’t followed his career much since, it has to be said, but I do remember him getting a newspaper column in which he attacked one of those ill-advised Christmas Specials they made of Only Fools and Horses (it wasn’t up to its usual standards, but was still, by miles the best thing on BBC that Christmas) and I thought – hang about, you got fired from the BBC for snorting coke, you’ve blown your career, and then you can have a go?

Fast forward to the present, and I listen to his show this week on the drive home. I know he is a fan favourite on Biased BBC blog, one I read to sometimes nod my head and more often to see swivel-eyed tin-hattery in full effect. He once raved about how great a comedian a bloke was, advised people to tune into him on youtube. The thing Bacon found hilarious was a skit on a baby with down’s syndrome….only, of course, the baby was a spawn of Sarah Palin, so that was alright…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdFJ-hFFdI8 (NSFW)

Now different strokes for different folks and all that, but the Biased BBC nutters went off the hook on that one. Me? I think jokes about the disabled really are the worst kind of bullying, for someone with a bully pulpit and with right-on folks braying with them. But they ain’t out to appeal to me, after all… but for Bacon to say this was hilarious, summed the bloke up. When the righteously indignant (and remember this towards the end of the piece) organised a bit of a campaign against him on Twitter and such, he wasn’t happy. See this Huffington Post interview in October…

Being pressed further on the issue of complaint to the BBC, Bacon was asked about Twitter and its role.

“You can whip up a bit of a storm and gather some supporters and get them to complain and before you know it twenty or thirty people have complained to the BBC and then BBC will get very nervous.

“It gives people a louder voice than they sometimes deserve,” he added.

That last point is great on so many levels – one on its alarming lack of self-awareness, and two, when you consider the amount of people it took to get a story he could debate on his show yesterday…coming up below!

Back to the present and the drive home yesterday. The story Bacon was droning on about was some student turning down Oxford. ONE student. The student was a state school candidate, who found the process rude, intimidating and believed it placed her at a disadvantage compared to private school pupils. There then came this hoary old picture painted that the non-state sector all resembled Eton or Winchester, with grand halls, books and stuff, and masters walking around like Wackford Squeers or whatever his name was which gave Bufton-Tufton an advantage because he was used to it. BOLLOCKS.

I went to the non-state sector, and Jesus, we had a main builiding where the roof had blown off! We had no cathedral like assembly hall, the Headmaster’s study was hardly huge, the staff room wasn’t all that, and the classrooms not much either. The building dated to the 1960s, I think, and it was not the lap of luxury. They’ve tarted it up a lot now, but it wasn’t old halls and authoritarian, although it did instil discipline and gave me a good education.

OK, so Bacon’s on this one. The student in question, who prior to this article, I had never heard of ironically goes to a school in Winchester! I wonder which particular private school she’s benchmarking against? As with many teenagers (patronising hat on) she clearly thinks she knows the world and has done a jolly old Millie Tant impression. She has the right to do it, she probably thinks she’s exceptionally clever for doing so, whereas, frankly, I think she comes across as an up her own arse brat. Hey, that’s my view. Any 19 year old who has the arrogance to tell a 550 year old institution how to make itself better, as if there is no dispute she is correct, does leave herself open of accusations of being a bit full of themselves.

But this ticks Bacon’s boxes. A bit of lefty, a bit of an attack on class privilege, and a chance to come across as a witty, sharp, clever interviewer.

He first introduced a bloke who said over 50% of Oxbridge applicants came from the State Sector – a figure that surprised me, to be honest. This was then put into context when considering 93% of children are in the state education system. Yes, yes, yes and that issue will roll on until I die, my nieces and nephews die, and probably their siblings too. Rich people and connected people get the breaks. C’est la vie. Come the revolution we’ll change it, but in the same breath we whinge about that, but seem perfectly content to allow the Toffs running this country to destroy public sector pensions while just tut-tutting when the banks use our bailout funds to pay ANY bonuses…..

Then Bacon turned the debate over to the representative of students at Oxford – the editor of the newspaper Cherwell. Given the topic, given the medium, and given the presenter the individual concerned must have been off her bloody head going on the show.

Bacon kicked off – “So which state school did you attend, Sophie?”

The c*** knew her background, new who and what she was, and he thought he’d make a cheap point at her expense. I swore out loud. I know about privilege, I went to a fee-paying school which my mum and dad paid for through sheer bloody hard work as working class parents (my mum worked in a pub, my dad as a printer) did. That would have me tagged alongside the more toffish element in the world, and if Bacon had asked me that question, here would be my response.

“That’s the tone of this then, coke boy. How many confessed criminals work at the BBC? What state school did you attend, Bacon (Wellow House Prep School and independent school Worksop College)? Why is my academic career relevant to this discussion?”

And then I would have said:

“Given you are going to treat this in as even-handed a way as you have indicated, I am afraid I won’t be carrying on with this interview. And if you want to look at the very definition of a working class, state primary school, I attended Deptford Park Junior up until 1980, not some hoity toity prep school you now seem to sneer at, you self-loathing, pull the ladder up, fucked up your best opportunity but still survived through your sneering lefty claptrap tosser.”

They wouldn’t have had me back.

Of course Oxbridge is snobbery. We know that. And all the while idiots differentiate between their education and that from other institutions then it will continue. Our current PM is from Eton and Oxbridge, and he’s doing a bang-up job! So is our Mayor of London, and we laugh at his buffoonery like some end of the pier act.

I switched over the radio to hear Sir Michael Parkinson begging for money. No wonder my eye test showed some deterioration. My desire to constantly scratch them out after listening to the radio is now affecting my optical health.

This Sort Of Nonsense Riles Me…

From Peter King on CNNSi…

The Patriots are better-suited to win the Super Bowl right now, at 14-3, than they were exactly four years ago, at 17-0.After New England’s 45-10 beat down of the Tebows in Foxboro, Vince Wilfork agreed with me that the Patriots were in better shape at this stage of the playoffs than they were after their undefeated season. “Four years ago, we peaked too early,” he said.

Four years ago, New England scored 34 or more 11 times in the regular season, then won by 11 and nine in the playoffs before losing to the Giants in the Super Bowl. They had Randy Moss in his prime then, and he was great. I’d rather have Rob Gronkowski and Aaron Hernandez.

(a) The player agreed with the reporter’s proposition, although it was clearly of the type that can’t be disagreed with. Peaked too early is rancid nonsense.
To say that this flawed defensive team is a better one, and at this time of the season is in a better place than the team four years ago is a lie. In 2007/8 New England were unbeaten, had played a very tight, simple win over Jacksonville, then saw their main rivals Indianapolis beaten and saw off San Diego in a good, but tight game, and went into the Superbowl against a wildcard Giants team they had defeated not a month before. They went into that Superbowl as the hottest favourites in years, and the Giants beat them.
This year they lost three games, one against a team they could possibly face in the Superbowl (the Giants). The other major team to beat them, Pittsburgh, were beaten home and away by the team they meet on Sunday, Baltimore, who also handed them a beating on their own patch two seasons ago and look the sort of team who will cause the Pats problems (with their excellent secondary which played a huge part in their win over Houston).
If your contention is that this Patriots team are in a better place than four years ago, it can be based ONLY on them losing a Superbowl NO-ONE believed they could lose.
This Pats team, while chasing home-field advantage, spotted Miami and Buffalo 20 point starts. On Sunday they played the most anaemic offense in my recent NFL play-off memory. They don’t play a cracking offense on Sunday, but a belting defense. I can foresee Baltimore beating them. I couldn’t say that about San Diego four years ago.
A lot of rubbish is written about the Pats. This year there has been a weak AFC, and the defensively woeful Pats milked a soft schedule to reach a good record. Of the 8 teams that played yesterday and Saturday, the Pats had played two of them. They’d lost to New York at home, and they’d beaten the offensively challenged Denver. 11 out of 16 opponents scored more than 20 points on them. If Baltimore score 20 points on Sunday they will be in with a shout. If the Giants or the 49ers do it in the Superbowl, they’ll be bang in trouble.
So saying what King said is lazy drivel based on the fact that we know they lost Superbowl XLII. Of course Wilfork is going to agree. For disagreeing admits, albeit semi-consciously, that you are likely to lose.
Drivel. It annoyed me.
And to relegate the best 4th quarter to a really exciting big NFL play-off game I’ve seen to later on in his article is to take the East Coast bias he regularly shows too far.

A Kick From The Team I Want To Win It All!!!!

Review: The Smartest Guys In The Room (DVD)

It was in 1984 that you had the two minute hate, or some such thing. This was my Sunday lunchtime equivalent. Not for me the boredom of whatever was on the TV masquerading as entertainment. Sunday at noon was time to put on the DVD of the Enron crisis, made with a decided left wing angle, and I could sit back and enjoy the fun.

Company makes money out of nothing, cares nothing about anything other than its stock price and executive enrichment, makes money from a crisis which it milked for all its worth, frauded its accounts, and went bust with ordinary people duped by its lies left to pay the price. What’s not to hate?

Another example in the Land of the Free, but by no means unique to that, that dictators still exist who are beyond question, who can commit the most awful financial wreckage and by and large get away with it – if you rob a bank with a gun, the bank is insured, the criminal is stuck away and you might need to pay a couple of basis points in charges above the norm, or some increase in your premium. If you invested in Enron, believed the ratings and stock prices as reputable truth, you lost pretty much everything. The armed robber goes away for 20 years and he scarred a handful. The fraudster ruins thousands of lives and he gets five years in easy street. Lovely ain’t it?

We have all the usual suspects. Dodgy accountant, financial engineering, and an avoidance of making any commodity except money. There are demagogue bosses who send people off to Calgary if they make a joke, and very enlightened personnel practices where you live in fear that you aren’t one of the 15% let go every year in some sort of collective grass-a-thon. You bully and bribe politicos and journos, you manipulate accounts, you plead ignorance when it all goes wrong, and someone else pays. When Ken Lay said he lost 99% of his net worth and was having to scrape by on $3m, the tears rolled down my eyes. I won’t earn that in my lifetime you c***.

It was a good documentary, especially on the California energy crisis, and my only criticism was that it did not actually explain too much what it was that Enron did and how it made its money.

I’ve ordered the DVD about Eliott Spitzer, who was a lizard politico with skeletons in his closet, who decided it would be a great idea to take on the banks when he was Governor of New York. Should be fun!

Not Giving This Blog Its Fair Share

Say I was a public servant and me and my wife chose to have one of us work and the other look after the child. Say I was a public servant of 20 years. Say I earned £42k.

According to all those out there I need to “pay my fair share”. That’s nice. So as a public servant, because we are all in this together I need to endure a two year pay freeze, and then have a 1% pay cap.. It is only fair when the Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development state that 51% of private sector workers received a pay rise last year. In their recent press release they stated:

In its Annual Barometer report published today the Chartered Institute of Personnel and Development (CIPD) forecasts that the number of people in work in the UK will fall by 120,000 in 2012 despite a continued ‘productivity pause’ and further real pay squeeze, with unemployment rising to 2.85 million:

So it’s working then.

By sector, 51% of private sector employees have had a pay rise since the start of 2011, 45% did likewise in the voluntary sector, but just 24% of those in the public sector have received an increase.

By sector, public sector employees (70%) are most likely to have seen their pay frozen in 2011, followed by those in the voluntary sector (48%) and the private sector (42%). In addition, 5% of employees saw their pay cut.

Yes. We are all in this together. A stat to recite to all those private sector clowns who say “I’ve not had a payrise since pterodactyls roamed the earth”. It is followed by this humdinger of a quote:

The combination of worsening job shortages for people without work, mounting job insecurity and a further fall in real earnings for those in work may test the resilience and resolve of the UK workforce far more than it did in the recession of 2008-9, and foster a tetchy ‘passive-aggressive’ mood in many workplaces that could prove very hard to manage.

Passive aggressive and tetchy. Lovely. We just don’t understand that while we pay for the financial sector’s recklessness, the private sector aren’t really having it that bad. We are all in this together, after all….

So we pay withour jobs and our pay in the public sector. It’s only fair. But wait, you want me to take even more of your pain in the act of fairness by pilfering my pension right, conflagrating my contract, and excoriating my expertise. Nice one. On top of a pay freeze, they’ll be nicking another couple of percent from my wages to not fund my pension, not increase it in any way, but to pay down the debt. Because I’m not over 50, and on the old scheme, I have to pay. It’s only fair.

But wait some more. Not only that, but in a year or two’s time the 40% rate of income tax comes down and neatly cuts into my salary. So not only do I get a pay freeze, have a job threat, have to pay an additional pension contribution to pay down the debt, I get to pay more tax too! It is only fair.

But wait some more. If I had a child, and let us say for the sake of debate I do, to be fair, they will take my child benefit off me as I am a single member of the household earning over the 40% tax rate! Great that the joint responsibility thing works for the tax system there, but there’s no recognition for marriage when it comes to my allowance. It’s only fair.

To cap it all off, the party that is supposed to be on my side is agreeing with the pay freeze.

In a week when all the power companies coincidentally cut their prices by 5% we sit by and don’t prosecute these profit-gouging scumbags for running such an obvious cartel that Pablo Escobar, if he were still alive, would be doffing his hat to.

Fair? All in this together?

FUCK OFF.

 

Daily Mash “Quote of the Day”

I find the Daily Mash a bit hit and miss, but it hit with this one on its take of the MPs very useful advice that we shouldn’t drink too much.

“Meanwhile, a survey by the Institute for Studies has found that 98.2% would prefer politicians to go back to stealing their money instead of calling them idiots and pretending to be their fucking mother.”

Amen to that.

A Glorious Retirement…

The last Christmas present ever bought for me by mum and dad can now officially stand down. It still works, I will still use it occasionally, but today it was replaced by a newer model (a Panasonic FZ-48) bought from my bonus vouchers.

 

This beautiful piece of machinery has been to Australia, USA, Russia, Canada, Barbados, Belize, Honduras, Germany, Italy, France, Belgium, Scotland, Wales, Ireland, Norway, Portugal and of course, it made its debut in South Africa. It has taken all the great cricket pictures I have and been with me in some great moments. I will never throw it away due to its immense sentimental value. It has been superb, and unlike so much electrical equipment these days, it has longevity and it has durability. It saw the Sox, the Bulls, the Y*****s, Celtic, Hertha Berlin, Australia, England, the Dolphins, and lots lots more….

Thank you Olympus, thank you mum and dad, and with a little tear in my eye (not really, but it is quite a sentimental gift) it is time to move on from 4 MP to 12.1 MP.

This is my favourite picture taken on it….

The Moment Of Impact

This is Justin Langer being bowled first ball by Matthew Hoggard at Perth in 2006. I got the moment of impact on the stumps. Luck, of course, but a favourite picture of mine.

You survived being dropped many times, the worst of which was in Busselton, Western Australia, and carried on functioning. I salute the best camera I’m likely to ever own.

Salut!

A Night At A Sky Screening – Margin Call Film Review

Just recently I have been taking Sky up on their rewards packages by paying for £3 cinema tickets at the o2 on Monday nights. So far we’ve seen Sherlock Holmes II and the utterly ghastly Twiglet: Breaking Wind, Fart 1. However this time we went one better and secured FREE tickets to see an advanced screening of a film on the financial crisis called Margin Call. This has been out in the States for ages, but not released over here until next week. It has a pretty decent cast for an independent film including Jeremy Irons, Paul Bettany, Demi Moore and the incomparable Spacey, so it is a bit of a mystery why it hasn’t been released.

Anyway, to the film. It surrounds a banking firm, un-named, but having read Too Big To Fail incorporating elements of Lehmans, Merrill, Bear Stearns and a bit of Goldmans, as they encounter turbulence within their financial instruments. Some of the stuff is barely plausible but that’s artistic license. The film starts in the firm on the day it decides to cull a number of its staff, including the head of risk management. Echoing Merill’s who fired their head of risk and had to call him back, the bank is ruthless in culling those not making enough money but doesn’t recognise the consequences of their actions. On leaving the building the deputy head of risk, Dale, hands a flash drive to his subordinate, played by Zachary Quinto (who looks frighteningly like Ben Affleck) and telling him to be careful. It contains a model he was working on that Quinto finds the missing pieces to, which miraculously unlocks the secrets behind the disaster that is about to befall the financial markets. Typical Hollywood – a one off event rather than a drip drip drip of negativity, but you do need drama.

I don’t want to go into the rest of the film in case anyone wants to watch it, but it rather pulls its punches, in my view, and yet is probably a bit more realistic for doing so. I love that they have the top man at the bank called John Tuld (no, not at all like Dick Fuld at Lehmans) played by Jeremy Irons in an extremely odd accent which is part US, part Gruber out of Die Hard and part Brideshead Revisited. He has by no means the oddest accent – Bettany’s is off the chart strange. So much so the Mrs thought he was South African.

Another question is quite what have the plastic surgeons done to Demi Moore’s face?

The gravel voiced Moore seemed to sleepwalk through the film as Head of Risk, in a role that if it wasn’t based on Erin Callen at Lehmans I’d be stunned. Another nod to Lehmans is Tuld arriving at the bank’s HQ in a helicopter, a la Joe Gregory. The method of extracting themselves from the crisis was pure Goldman Sachs.

So to Spacey. Someone wrote somewhere it was the performance of his career – I’m assuming that individual never saw Usual Suspects or LA Confidential – and yes, as usual, the maestro was excellent. He comes across as the flawed human being, the bipolar character required to be upbeat and dynamic, but with a turbulent personal life which is a hidden facet in the film but comes out at the end. The final scene after the crisis is averted for the bank and after his demand to leave the firm is refused, is of him in the middle of the night burying his dog on his ex-wife’s lawn (because the dog belonged there). Spacey’s character shows he cares more for his dog than any of his people, but there is a soul there somewhere. Yeah, it’s a little twee, but nothing engenders sympathy than a character who is an animal lover…. (and yes, dear, it does make you think what we’ll be like when our little treasure is on his way out).

It’s worth a watch, but it isn’t the Oscar winner some are trying to portray it as. However, if, as I believe it is supposed to be, a first feature-length film for the director JC Chandor, then it is impressive, although he has a bloody amazing cast for a first-timer to work with.

As for the night itself, it was a good evening save for one appalling factor. We were put in the huge screen at o2, and the ticket says 6pm for a 7 start. The cinema was by no means full (and I note the next few free screenings are all “sold out”) so that was a waste. We were in the Balcony area, which was full, and proved to be a problem when about 15-20 minutes into the film, an individual next to us snorted up phlegm into their nostrils without blowing their nose and repeated this for the next 90 minutes. Even when exhorted from behind to “blow it, for God’s sake” that individual ignored it. While I could ignore it because I was enjoying the film, the beloved who wasn’t so into it was being totally off-put and wanted to leave, but there was no way out other than climbing over the horrendous creature. I really lose my faith in people – if they could not do anything about it, then don’t go out. To sit next to that all night was horrific. I know in the whole scheme of things it doesn’t really matter, and maybe you should be understanding, but if I’d have farted all night, or done the same, I’d have died of shame.

So decent, not brilliant, film and a chance to sit next to a phlegm-ridden warthog. Happy days indeed. Part of life’s rich tapestry.

Book Review – “Bad Sports: How Owners Are Ruining The Games We Love” by Dave Zirin

 

The sister-in-law bought this for me for Christmas, and given she is a loyal reader of this blog, I thought I’d read it and review it in quick time (plus I’m really bored with the American eccentric wandering through Burma book).

The author, Dave Zirin, is described as a political sportswriter, which in itself should send shivers down my spine. My problems with a lot of sport now is that it is too political and too economics based, and not about love of the game or community. That politicians and business people leverage the love of the game and the community spirit it engenders for profit and advantage is an evil in my eyes, but I am a misty-eyed old sentimentalist, and finds the fact that players are earning ridiculous amounts of money for what many in the paying crowd would do for nothing as a bit absurd.

Dave Zirin is focused on the owners, and the havoc they are supposedly wreaking on American sports. His polemic is consistent – right wing businessmen, using sports franchises for political, religious or business ends, and ignoring the needs of their players and/or supporters and this is bad for sports.

Well, he is right, of course. I’d have preferred the focus to be more on how those that stuck with sports in the bad times are pushed out for new upper income clientele for whom the game(s) weren’t worth the shit on their shoes twenty or thirty years ago, rather than some anti-Republican, anti-Christian Evangelist rant which can get a bit tedious. He is much better pushing at the open door of Daniel Snyder at Washington – the epitome of an owner who treats his customers like dirt and expects them to pay royally for the privilege – but then targets them for their name, which is hardly his fault. Oh go on…It is.

Look, I enjoyed it. There’s a brilliant chapter on the Kansas City Royals, a baseball team I have an affinity for, and how their owner runs it into the ground, refusing to pay out any money and selling anything good on. Why anyone would want to watch a team which has no ambition is beyond me. They can’t use the small market, small budget excuse, because Tampa Bay have shown that up to be arrant nonsense. There’s an excellent chapter on the current feel-good basketball team in Oklahoma City, which is erasing rapidly the memories of the lies and misinformation used to get the team to move from Seattle.

But where this book makes its strongest point is the one we should really take notice of. That is the way billionaire owners threaten communities that their team will leave if they don’t stump up the money for new stadia with luxury boxes and ticket prices out of the realms of most people. I find baseball ticket prices, with one (in) glorious exception, to be very reasonable (getting to see the Sox in Pittsburgh for £10 per ticket was brilliant), but the NFL ones, starting when I looked a couple of years ago at over $100 each for the top tier, were outrageous. These stadia are paid by the taxpayer in large amounts for no return, and certainly no representation. It is an outrage, and I can see some of that sort of nonsense coming about here.

He has a take on Liverpool’s saga with Tom Hicks, which is spoiled a little by claiming an FA Cup win against Manchester United was the clubs proudest moment (er, Champions League winners, league titles, the 86 Double year) but the point about the way a football club is different to US sports is well made. The point that there will be no more Green Bay Packers type arrangements in the NFL is also a stark one.

Zirin goes for it, doesn’t hold back, and is entertaining in the extreme. He makes you think, made me nod in agreement most of the time, occasionally got on my nerves, but the key point that he and I agree on is that the sport is being stolen from those that care the most, the fans, in favour of businessmen using it as a tool to receive publicity, political lift off, or to pursue their own agenda. He could have written a lot more, but the likes of Angelos, Snyder, Bennett, Bush, Glass, DeVos and Dolan are more than enough to go on.

And I agree – no way should a beer cost $8 anywhere in America. At Yankee Stadium in July it cost $12. An absolute fucking scandal on a roasting hot day when you are not allowed to carry in bottled water. They are by no means alone, but they are horrendously wrong and contemptuous of the people who come to watch.

Good stuff – 3.5 out of 5.

It May Be Quiet Here…

But the other blogs are beavering away to provide content for those of a similar state of mind as me.

There’s comments on India and the early-year centuries, especially Michael Clarke’s 329 on the cricket blog How Did We Lose In Adelaide. With an England tour to play Pakistan imminent (the first test begins in under a fortnight) watch it ramp up and also follow my favourite cricket journalist, Muppet Pringle. See more action on HDWLIA….

Those of you who have been aware of the football blog, and judging by the hits, you haven’t been aware, there is stuff going up all the time on 1992 – The Year Football Changed. I have so much material I could put on there, but it really is a matter of getting it focused properly. Nothing quite flows as well as my rage over the game I used to love, and now just about can abide. 1992 is the one to look at if you want to see my fully vented moaning. An example? I had a go at Chelsea fans delusions, and a Chelsea Newsletter blog followed my site! Amazing how these things work – call them names and they shall come.

I have nothing to say that would not get me into some sort of row over recent news events, save the caveat that I am always queasy when the legal framework of this country is changed to fit certain high profile cases. I shed no tears for those incarcerated (and am thankful they weren’t tooled up in the late 80s when they bumped into people I knew), but I do for our legal system. Where does it stop? I doubt it is here and no further….. But I’m a quaint sort of legal student, so realise I am not in the majority here. I know the majority of this country wanted to see a conviction and the guilty men go down, but we don’t have mob rule in the UK, otherwise we’d have the death penalty. Some may read this as not wanting racist killers jailed for a crime they almost certainly committed. If you do, you are a moron and can’t see past the consequences this sort of judicial and political jiggery-pokery can wreak in the wrong hands to achieve a “desired” goal that a system in place had not achieved. There was nothing wrong with the legal system, it was the pathetic police response that did for this case. This is to cover up their mistakes because the public were enraged. While it got a desired result this time around, when do you use it next? The next outcry backed by a media onslaught?

Off to see Margin Call tonight – supposedly a very good film on the financial crisis. Will let you know what I think.

The Bulls are off to a 5-1 start, which is excellent, and showed their abilities to come back with an amazing fight from 19 points down against the Hawks (the Bulls were putrid offensively until late on in the game). It looks the same sort of season for Chicago, with offensive slumps, a good defense, and a star who can bale them out many nights.

Lots more to follow, so keep ‘em peeled on the blogging platform that belongs to Dmitri….

Happy 2012.

Happy New Year!

2012 off to a real interesting start. There was the bringing in of the year at the Papas’s abode, where I got to listen to lots of music, some of it interesting, some of it less so. It’s their party and they can stroke their chins if they want to. It was a good night, and it ended with carnage beckoning when some shots were undertaken. Good job I was driving. I had spent enough time with these rockstars, and made my excuses and left.

New Years’ Day saw us attend the Paraded up in Whitehall. There were a lot of marching bands, some decent and less decent floats, and some oddballs dressed up as stormtroopers.

An Old Man Should Know Better

One of these morons pointed one of his plastic guns in my face. Clown.

Then we had the laugh that was the manners on show. We got there early to get a spot at the front. Just before the first part of the parade turned up a woman tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I could let her little kids go to the front. I couldn’t really say no, but felt tempted to say why ask me? Anyway, that didn’t affect things too much, but when an hour in another woman tapped me on the shoulder and said “can I go to the front, I can’t see” I felt the old need to appear nice to people and said yes, when the proper answer should have been “tough, get here earlier”.

The ice skating session for the beloved was rescheduled due to terrible weather, and we then sat in a pub watching football with the latest local branch of the Manchester United Supporters Club (scarves and tracksuit tops on parade) before getting home. That journey was an adventure with me having the pleasure of sitting opposite “libertarian students” who came out with tosh like “a priore, the existence of the state is wrong”. No wonder I had no luck at Uni. WindyBricks never got the girls like someone who carried this thrill a fucking minute in his bag - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Anarchy-State-Utopia-Robert-Nozick/dp/0465097200/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1325529452&sr=8-1. I could go on, but I seethed throughout as spoon-fed trustafarians played the anarchy card, slagging off the state while travelling on a state-subsidised railway! Jesus wept.

At least the Jets were eliminated by the Dolphins last night. That made things a lot better. The beloved is happy too, as the Giants eliminated the Cowboys and moved on to the Play-offs next week.

Lots more to report back on, and look forward to in 2012, although it promises to be a really tough year. Nice to see my transatlantic flight appears to have gone from £300 to £500 in the space of three years, with less baggage and no seat booking without a charge. Glad that inflation is such that we don’t need to worry about a pay freeze!

I’ve finished the Bad Sports book and will review it soon, and do my best to keep the wheels turning in 2012 on Seven and Seven Eighths. Happy New Year to all my readers – literally a dozen of you, I think!

I will not be talking about New Year’s Eve football any time soon……

Blatant Cross Promotion

As I said yesterday, I have set up a new venture called 1992, and it is to cater for my moans about football. My first main post is up…

http://1992ad.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/moan-of-the-day-getting-the-fergie-seal-of-approval/

Needless to say it is about the Save Steve Kean campaign, where a useless buffoon, out of his depth, lacking a clue, and about to take a pretty steady Premier League team down with a squad full of crap, enlists the backing of the Snide and then blurts it out for all read. That’s modern day football for you. A phone call, possibly private, makes the back page because it is Manchester United related….

I will reproduce some of the posts on here, but any support over there will be appreciated!

New Blog Loaded Up…

For all my football peeves….

Welcome to 1992. The year football changed for the worse.

Did you like the Cup Winners Cup and UEFA Cup?

Did you like the European Cup being contested by Champions?

Did you laugh because Manchester United never won the league in 25 years? Of course those records are expunged now because football never existed pre-1992.

Did you kind of like the FA Cup as a very important prize riddled with uncertainty?

Did you like multiple replays, sometimes just a couple of days after the original tie?

Did you like the fact that the Penalty Kick abomination had not been used in the Cup?

Do you miss not knowing what the Sun lead football writer looked like or sounded like?

That blog is for you. Give it a chance.