Posted by: jimh76 | May 27, 2008

Blogging from the land of chauvanism

The most popular entry on my blog is the defence of French Chauvanism (Parte Deux) - don’t ask me why (although I suspect the reference to Walt Disney might have something to do with it) - So I’m pleased to say that today I just about arrived a Paris with Mrs Rambler for a well needed week away.

We’re staying in the opulent surroundings of the Hotel Regina - which, if you’re a film buff is the hotel in the Bourne Identity dripping with Art Nouveau trimmings in Paris, next to the Golden statue of Jeanne D’Arc, which draws crowds of right wing Buffoons laying wreaths on behalf of the French Front Nationale once every year - hopefully not this week though!

What is rather amusing, however is that we have been placed in Room 101.  Now, before the BBC got hold of it Room 101 had a lineage in the Orwell novel 1984

“You asked me once, what was in Room 101. I told you that you knew the answer already. Everyone knows it. The thing that is in Room 101 is the worst thing in the world.”

However, our Room 101 is very nice, with a 25 foot high ceiling and lovely 2nd Empire furniture.  But we very nearly didn’t get here.

We decided, in honour of the move of Eurostar to St Pancras to forgo our usual chauffeured car ride to London and take the train.  Mistake number one.

Mistake number two was to throw ourselves on the mercy of the new British railway ticketing system and get an off peak ticket.  This results in the staff at Bedford station holding back the hordes, in case they might get on a train whoch gets in five minutes earlier (all because paying for a ticket inspector to enforce fair fares and public safety is an unpleasant extra for the private rail companies) - when they did let us through (2 minutes early - pass round the OBEs) the train was sent off to sidings and we had to wait for another to arrive, from the sidings…

The train then stopped just outside Luton, and it was apparently beyond the wit of the operator to reroute the train and keep us moving (given that it was an 8 line stretch), no, we had to change trains, twice, whilst various halfwitted employees flitted about trying deperately not to help any customers.

We then got a 4 carriage train for the accumulated people of two 8 carriage trains - guess what that was like.

In the end, we only just got to the train on time - but in passing did see “Dogshit” Rory from season 3 of the apprentice wandering across the concourse at St Pancras

Yes, I thought you might have forgotten him too..

What struck me was that we have done brilliantly with St Pancras (as a nation), but it’s a fluke, a mistake - should never have had British trains coming into it.  I’ve spoken before about livery being unimportant on trains, but I hold that the appearance and bearing of employees IS something to comment on.  I don’t care if they have pink scarves, pink shirts, blue pants or purple hats, in fact they could re-introduce the old BR Kepis if they wanted to - as long as the people wearing them look like they give a monkeys about how they look - because, guess what, when people look competent and proud, they sometimes get away with being a little less than competent by giving a convincing act.  First Capital Connect take note.

And if you ever do read this at FCC - he was a spotty youth with his trousers at MC Hammer level and a sullen look - I’d give him some intensive retraining if I were you.

Anyway - it’s been a stressful first day - but we’re here now - so more blogging from the land of Steak Tartare (very nice) and escargots - (also lovely) to come

Posted by: jimh76 | April 26, 2008

How journalism works, part 1

“Strike shuts Scotland’s only refinery”

“Pipeline to be shutdown due to strike”

“30% of British Oil production shut down by stikers”

then

“Government slams panic buying of petrol”

“Public warned not to panic buy”

Can anyone else see the problem with this run of stories? - The British press act like a boy who persuades his mate to break next door’s windows and then join the next door neighbour in condemning the boy for breaking them in the first place.

And my old friends, the BBC website have a couple blogging about their journey to Scotland, including the enourmous difficulties they are having getting fuel… except that they aren’t - but because of that the story sits a long way below “Minister urges end to panic buying”

Why would that be?

“The answer is, of course, that it would be best to be both loved and feared. But since the two rarely come together, anyone compelled to choose will find greater security in being feared than in being loved.”

Niccolo Machiavelli, The Prince

Oh, and do we really think that 3 days of stopped production would wipe out UK reserves? - Er no, but there’s no story in that.

Posted by: jimh76 | April 23, 2008

Is it a man, or is it a rod?

BBC NEWS | England | Hereford/Worcs | Speakers back for Rod tribute act

Separated at birth

“Separated at birth?”

Here we go again with the BBC’s endless slide into “celebrity culture” - Imagine my surprise when perusing the BBC News website to find that a man, who seemingly impersonates a Rod (I expected him to be much thinner) had had his speakers stolen.

It was only when I was taken in by this premise, of a man masquerading as a long cylyndrical piece of wood that it became clear that a man known as a Rod Stewart “lookalike” (judge for yourself) had had his speakers nicked… and then returned.

Two things

1 - Why should “Rod” be enough for the average person to understand the story described by the headline?

2 - Why was the petty theft of a man’s speakers front page news?

Answers on a postcard…

Posted by: jimh76 | April 20, 2008

School Days

This weekend my random association with Facebook has taken on a different hue entirely, with the appearance of a load of people I went to school with.  This has been a genuinely interesting experience, as there are a good number of them I just don’t remember at all, but alarmingly they seem to know me.

Was I really in CDT with this bloke?

It’s amusing seeing the pictures of these people today - I’d like to thank the person who said I “looked like Vic Reeves, but a bit bigger, well you know”.  This person even helpfully posted a picture of my Tutor group taken in 1990, and I have to say that, not only do I not remember a number of the other people in the group (I was in class with them for 5 years!) - I don’t remember the teacher, and appalingly, don’t remember it being taken…

A couple of things were brought home.

(1) I hated school, no, I mean it, it was purgatory

and

(2) The people I am interested in getting back in touch with probably consider me in the same way as I consider some of the mystery folks - a nothing,

I notice that most of the people I used to get on with look much thinner and healthier than me.  I notice that the people who were absolute dunces at school and didn’t give a monkeys about passing exams are now earning three times my salary and keep posting pictures of themselves travelling the world.

I note that the most inarticulate buffoon has actually sprouted quite a good prose style in his “superwall posts”

So what does this tell me? - That envy really is a bad thing, that schooldays were not the “best days of my life”, that I am well and truly best off out of the West London ghetto I grew up in and, I suppose that academic success, no matter what we were told by the pompous arse of a headmaster, is most certainly not the route of success and riches (I mean, there’s a bloke who used to get me to do his Economics homework, whilst I played games on his Commodore Amiga who is now a Dubai based lawyer (also about half his original weight))

Bloody hell, reminiscing can be very hard sometimes.

Posted by: jimh76 | April 6, 2008

Flame of indignation

I never thought I’d feel this way, being a law abiding, fairly conservative (note the small ‘c’) person.  But I’m extremely proud of those people who disrupted the passage of the Olympic flame through London today.

The dreadful bleating that I’ve heard about the “sacred” nature of the torch and the dross of people dressed like things of a greek vase lighting the flame with the rays of the sun drives me bonkers.  The whole flame procession thing was originally dreamt up by the Nazis for the 1936 games, to demonstrate Aryan supremacy (the parabolic mirrors used to light the torch were made by German firm Karl Zeiss)

China has a disgraceful record on human rights, it has quite patently unlawfully occupied Tibet for many years and it has wrapped itself in the legitimacy of the Olympics, saying that this is “not the time to bring up personal political views”…

Lord Coe, judo partner to the balding former leader of the Conservative party says that “sport has done more than politics to solve world problems”

Really…

In 1980 and 1984 two major boycotts of the Olympic games occurred effectively because the USA and USSR dissaproved of each other’s political systems, Afghanistan was a smokescreen.  We now have a games occuring in a country which, when it executes a person sends the bill for the bullet to the family of the executed person.

Politics aside, let’s look at the “procession” itself.

A bus, a number of motorbikes, some third rate celebrities (I mean, “Former Blue Peter Presenter Konnie Huq - for Christ’s sake) The chinese ambassador - running through Chinatown in a cunning detour - I mean, who’d have guessed it. and more police than one might otherwise see in a year. Although it was nice to see that they took the opportunity to highlight the current rise in British Cycling by riding on some rather tatty looking mountain bikes.

The whole thing was one of these American inspired farces, a triumph of presentation over substance - it serves absolutely no good purpose.

I say “well done” to the protesters, and I hope that at least 1% of them were there for reasons of taste and decency as well as to support Tibet.

Grrrrr.

Posted by: jimh76 | March 30, 2008

In touch?

Jacqui Smith, the Home Secretary appeared on television today and proved to the world that she and her party are out of touch with the electorate.  How did she do that? - By telling everyone that she and her party were not out of touch with the electorate.  I don’t like Ms Smith very much, she has adopted that hectoring school-marmish way of talking at people as if she knows it all before she asks anyone.

 

 “no, no sergeant, you do it like this

 

You see, Ms Smith (should you by some fluke of technology read this - which in itself might back up your claim to be “in touch”) when someone says “you aren’t in touch with your electorate”, what you then do is ask the electorate, “Are we out of touch? - What is it you would like us to do? How do you feel we could do better?” - which is what Labour did in opposition between about 1990 and 1997 - after dealing with the internal issues of the party.  I personally suspect that this is the turning point for the government.  They’ve ridden Iraq, because the Tories were with them in the first place, and so couldn’t make any capital out of it.  They’ll ride the economic woes purely because people remember only too well what happened when interest rates got to 15% and the media will never stop showing the pictures of David Cameron following Norman Lamont on Black Wednesday.  But Labour have dropped right into the big bear trap of being in power too long,  they haven’t had to fight for anything for so long that power is being taken for granted.  My advice to the Labour party, if they want to win, is like the advice that good rugby coaches give at half time when their team is winning, which is to go back out as if you’re 15 points down.  The real trouble is that there aren’t any people left in the upper eschelons of the party who can remember or want to remember what it was like to be in opposition.  I recommend them to take a bus down the Walworth Road to jog their memories.

Posted by: jimh76 | March 28, 2008

Hurrah for The Apprentice

Just as I started to get the shakes as Ramsay’s Kitchen Nightmares USA departs the screen, I’m saved by the return of “The Apprentice”.

I won’t go into what happenned in the episode - I’m not here to review the TV, but I do want to comment on the chinless wonder that was “fired” this week.  Nicholas de Lacy-Brown describes himself as a Barrister (which is not strictly true as he also says he is commencing his pupilage in October).  There were a couple of things (other than his overall chinlessness) that I wanted to highlight.

First, his CV, shown briefly on screen identifies his alma mater as King’s College London, which is where I went.  I’d just like to put on record that the majority of students there are normal, well adjusted people (although I do remember the faculty of Laws being a bit wierd)

and Second, he states on the BBC news website that he wants to be remembered as the “stylish one in the sunglasses and Savile Row suit” - all I can say is that to avoid being sued for breaching the trades descriptions act, I hope that there is a branch of Topman on Savile Row that I had hitherto failed to notice, as his waistcoat - and I know much more than I ever wanted to about waistcoats, looks like it was tailored for his dad - or at least someone other than the wearer - it’s horrible.

All in all, I’m glad he’s gone and I hope that Raef will not be long away.  Incidentally, is Raef just his parents admitting that they hadn’t heard of the pronunciation of “Ralph” favoured by the upper classes? - It’s all a bit like my friend’s daughter who often gets called “niamber” by people unfamiliar with Niamh as a name…

Loads more to come, Hooray!

Posted by: jimh76 | March 21, 2008

I love good design, sausages and schoolboy humour

So this is just superb,  can anyone think if a better way of combining three interests in such an innovative way?

Posted by: jimh76 | March 20, 2008

“Mad Nad” Dorries and her expenses justification

“Hello, what do you have for just under £250 please”

All I hear each week in my local rag is how awful the police are and how marvellous the demise of the County council is. I have a close view on how the Police work, not everything is right, by a long way. but my experience is that by and large there are a lot of people working hard, not for great riches (as the salaries are significantly below the equivalent private sector ones) and not for the marvellous benefits that everyone thinks are there for local government personnel (at least not any more!). One of the chief cheerleaders of this criticism is Nadine Dorries, who, I am given to understand is known as “Mad Nad” in various outlets. My personal view of this woman is that she is every bit as mad as the nickname suggests. Her blog is amazing, and I don’t mean in a good way, it includes (at time of writing) a picture of a foetus reaching out through an incision in a woman’s womb - all in the name of her anti abortion drive - which one has to question as it is, of course, the law of the land that abotion is a valid choice, and she is my representitive - not elected to speak her own mind, without moderation. But it’s not this single minded attack on the pro choice lobby (or indeed women who may have had an abortion) but her tab on “expenses” where she tries to explain how difficult life is for an MP leaving the “business stream”. In her defence she makes comment about the Westminster flat she maintains at public expense, because, apparently, there are a lot of late nights and very early mornings in politics. - Well, who’d have thunk it? - I used to work in London under such circumstances and occasionally stayed in the local travellodge as the amazin 50 mile journey did not seem to justify renting another residence - but then, of course, I’m not allowed to claim mine on expenses…

Speaking of which, as Nadine and I share a common employer, i.e. the state, I thought she’d like to know how my expenses policy breaks down.

I get £10.34 per day to cover all meals taken if away on business

I cannot spend more than £50 per night on acommodation, unless specifically signed of at the highest levels in advance

I may not claim any expenses for alcohol of any form

I can’t claim more than 40p per mile for driving (in common with everyone else)

If I want assistance or project support, I must make a business case and have it passed by an elected body before the person is employed

If I employed my wife, I’d probably be sacked (or at least investigated by the professional standards department)

If I attempted to reclaim 95p worth of expenses without receipt, I would be unsuccessful. (MPs get £250…)

If I were offered a trip to Wimbledon I’d have to refuse as I would not be permitted to accept such hospitality, I wpould certainly make it my business to know the value in advance and not express such surprise after the event as she does.

I wouldn’t be able to tie my colours to the mast at others’ expense by demonstrating my support for Israel in a visit I hadn’t paid for. (For the record, I am a strong supporter of Scottish Rugby and would consider any sponsorship offers to follow them in the next 6 nations - of course I’d resign first)

What caps it all, in the extraordinary arrogance stakes is when, at the end of the page (which I now discover courtesy of http://www.ministryoftruth.me.uk/tag/nadine-dorries
is that she funds the website with my (and your) money) she invites journalists to debate with her saying

“I will be happy to discuss my salary and allowances with you, but lets have yours on the table at the same time”

Well Nadine, here’s he rub, like it or not, a Journalist’s expenses, even if he/she drinks like a bearded refugee in the desert are funded through private business and the sale of newspapers, which we, should we choose do not have to purchase. I have no choice in the matter of funding a website which slags off the local police, extolls unwanted pregnancies in the most tasteless manner and lectures on the employment of one’s family no matter what the skillset.

Sadly, due to the demographic of my constituency, we will be stuck with MND until she decides to get off the gravy train and another Consrvative candidate appears. I do, however, look forward to seeing her expenses broken down a bit more now the rules are changing - she really is the pits!

Expenses - or how Nadine explains her right to a government funded nosebag.

Sorry, Apropos my other posting re: Nadine Dorries - I couldn’t believe this article on her blog which implies that she had a material impact on the repair of a water main in Ampthill through a “chance encounter” - good job she had time to stop for a picture…

Oh she really is the pits.

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