Happy day

I don't put too many announcements on here, but this seems to be a bit of a day for such things. Congratulations to my great friend Andy Coyne on the birth of his first child. Madeline came into the world yesterday. Her and Sharon are both doing well. Given his footballing leanings I'm surprised she wasn't named Alison Vanessa Fay Coyne (AVFC).

And a very happy birthday to my Dad.

All the young dudes

I was disappointed to hear that Jay McEveley has been sold by Rovers to Derby County. I love it when home grown players burst into the first team and always see it as failure when they leave and do well somewhere else. There was a time when the backbone of Birmingham City's team was three ex-Rovers players, Dunnie, Damien Johnson and Tiny Taylor, that Graeme Souness had discarded or fallen out with.

Jay was a decent enough player who had suffered through some unlucky injuries. I remember him knocking David Beckham into the stand in a semi-final at Old Trafford, then getting injured and going on loan to, ahem, Burnley and Ipswich.

The best Rovers teams all had a talisman - a player who connects with the fans, either because he was one himself, or he's done well when the club have given him a chance - Simon Garner, Colin Hendry, David Dunn spring to mind. For all his badge kissing, Savage doesn't quite do it.

That said, Matt Derbyshire is doing ever so well. Hope springs for him.

Marple Bridge man wins casino bid

No, this is not a spoof. Manchester's surprise win of the first supercasino licence (news of it is here) was the result of hard work and perseverance from the city council and their property development partners. Foremost amongst these is Marple Bridge resident Ken Knott, the K in ASK Developments, who partnered with fellow developer Artisan, Kerzner (a major casino operator) and the city council in drafting the plan for a casino at the City of Manchester stadium. officially ASK now has to tender to develop the site, but I would be amazed if anyone else got the job. The full bid is here.

Genuinely, I thought the government would be brass necked enough to give it to the Dome. But the body set up to scrutinise the bids looked at delivery, regeneration and the business case - I never thought Blackpool would be able to make that stack up. Manchester is top draw on putting together winning bids - Sports events, political conferences and trade exhibitions.

But a cautionary thought: having joined new Manchester 235 casino just before Christmas I was absolutely stunned at the scale of the place, but aghast at the emptiness of it. It was soulless and lifeless and bore no relation to the shiny images on the brochures. I just don't think they'll catch on.

Anyway, good luck to Ken Knott and his pals. Please knock down that awful embarrassing spiky statue before it kills someone.

Marrakech - a fine time

Normal service is henceforth resumed. We had a terrific time in Marrakech. I'm no travel writer, so can only refer readers looking for a practical travel guide to ones like this. It isn't entirely random as the reviewer stayed at the same place we did. This is a coincidence, by the way; I've never been recommended anything by Kate Thornton in my life.

For all the marvels of Marrakech, the house we stayed in, Riad Farnatchi was the absolute highlight of the trip. I heartily recommend it to anyone. The website itself is worth a visit to give you a taste.

Sunday was the Marrakech marathon (no, we didn't take part). The route cut across the main road from the city to the airport causing an enormous and impatient traffic jam. While we waited, twenty minutes, tops, some people got out of their taxis and walked the rest of the way. Eventually the stewards and police let the traffic through and so the tailenders of the race then had to do what we did in the souks of the Medina - dodge the chaos of the Morroccan traffic while going about their business. Maybe all marathons should theme themselves in such a way.

Ten thoughts on great cities for a break

We're off to Marrakech tomorrow for a weekend break. Very excited. Normal patchy service will be resumed as soon as possible. It's the first time we've ever been there. Here are ten cities I've either never been to, or have just been to for work and would like to go to very soon.

Rome
Belfast
Boston
Berlin
Moscow
Madrid
Tokyo
Prague
Split
Milan

Toodle pip

The last laugh

Rachel's colleague Janet Slee was married for many years to the Guardian cartoonist David Austin, and sadly David died last year. This afternoon she had the great privilege of naming a train after him (pictured). Next week an exhibition of David’s work opens in London.

Hooligans and gentlemen

I went to an all boys rugby playing school and my loathing of the egg chasing fraternity knew no bounds. Us footballers were chastised as "hooligans playing a gentlemans game", while they of course were gentlemen...

Aussie legend Laurie Daley described it thus: “Rugby league is a simple game played by simple people. Rugby union is a complex game played by wankers.”

I don't forget, but I can forgive. With that in mind I took Rachel and all five boys to Sale Sharks v Ospreys on Saturday, for a proper report look here.

It was an exciting game watched by a noisier and more partisan crowd than I expected. I liked the fact I could have drunk beer all through the game, which I can't do at football. We may go back, but we still have a lot of football grounds to go to yet. And the kids are just itching to get to Ewen Fields and Moss Lane.

Left out

From Norman Geras: Nick Cohen's What's Left? is published on 5 February. There's an extract in today's Observer. And Christopher Hitchens reviews the book in the Sunday Times:

Cohen has no problem with those who are upset about state-sponsored exaggerations of the causes of war, or furious about the bungled occupation of Iraq that has ensued. People who think this is the problem are not his problem.
Here's his problem: the people who would die before they would applaud the squaddies and grunts who removed hideous regimes from Afghanistan and Iraq, yet who happily describe Islamist video-butchers and suicide-murderers as a "resistance". Those who do this are not "anti-war" at all, but are shadily taking the other side in a conflict where the moral and civilisational stakes are extremely high.
There are two possible sorts of "left" reaction to a dilemma like this. One is to seek out the democratic and secular forces in the Muslim world - the Kurdish revolutionaries in Iraq, say, or the Afghan women's movement - and to offer them your solidarity whether Bush or Blair will do so or not. (Some things, as Orwell wrote, are true even if The Daily Telegraph says they are true.) The other is to say that globalisation is the main enemy, and that, therefore, any enemy of that enemy is a friend. In this twisted mental universe, even a medievalist jihad is better than no struggle at all. Cohen has decided to adopt the first position, and to anatomise and ridicule the second one. The result is an exemplary piece of political satire, in which the generally amusing and ironic tone should not lull you into ignoring the deadly
seriousness of the argument.

(See also here.)

Ruth+Turner at Google dot com

Apparently if you type Ruth Turner into Google.com the 4th link is to a profile from our magazine. It's first if you do it at google.co.uk. There has been heavy lifting from the interview from 2002 in the papers today. Good. Because it's a really good interview by Rachel Bristowe, one she won an award for. It tells people Ruth's alright and I'm proud to call her a friend. Ruth is a genuine good egg and the more people who know this the better. It must be a time of unimaginable pressure for her and I'm convinced it will all blow over.

Ten thoughts on...music and lists

The best ever book of music lists is This is Uncool, the 500 greatest singles since punk and disco by Garry Mulholland. Great because it's so personal and so partial. It helps that the author is about my age and shares my tastes. He got more into rap than I ever did, but the rest is pretty close to what I like. It's also helped me experiment with music that passed me by at the time.

His new book Fear Of Music, the sequel of 261 albums chosen with total prejudice is now being talked about in these parts. He was roughed up on Terry Christian's BBC Manchester programme yesterday for ignoring the Stone Roses.

The full lists are here, but these are my ten favourite albums that aren't in his book, in no particular order.

Stiff Little Fingers – Nobody’s Heroes
Dead Kennedy’s – Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
Blue Nile – A Walk Across the Rooftops
The The – Infected
R.E.M. – Monster
Aztec Camera - Love
Nirvana – Never Mind
Oasis – What’s the Story
Stone Roses – Stone Roses
Manic Street Preachers – Everything Must Go

But this is my truth, tell me yours?

Parklife

For all the kind things people say about the visionary leadership of Manchester City Council, they seem to be on something of a collision course with retailers and restaurants owners over new parking proposals in the city centre. the council's argument is that people having a night out should park in a long stay car park, while street parking will now be short stay in the evenings, as it is in the day.

Gordo at Manchester Confidential has this to say:

Take many hundreds of people coming to the theatre. Currently they can find parking in and around, say, St Ann’s Square. Within site of the theatre. No more. They will have to go to, say, the Arndale car park and dodge the skateboarders all the way up Cross Street, without a policeman in sight. It’s hard enough supporting theatres in the first place these days, but this silly money grabbing idea will kill them off.

The full rant is here.

However, this is a democracy and this link here is to the consulation page on the council's site.

I think Gordo goes over the top, but that's what he's about. There is a sense behind the scheme, but like the arguments over public transport, there is a lag behind the provision of a decent alternative; thus pleasing no-one. If the car parks at Great Northern, Kendals and the Arndale were safer and better we'd be happier using them. If the trams, taxis and trains were better we'd use them too.

Spirit of the Blitz

A 60-year old woman in Marple has been killed after a wall on Fern Close collapsed on her. Awful business this. The wind today made our building shake. Slates were blown off the roof and put out two car windows. Cranes are swaying in the wind. We had a fire alarm at midday, unfortunately our rendevouz point is outside Yates's - the entrance to the Chorlton Street wind tunnel. Some of my guys were blown off their feet and one lad lost his specs.

Now Piccadilly station is closed, the M60 is in chaos and we've sent everyone home. Outside the office it's gridlock.

Grim times. Stay safe.

Greatest fans in the world - yeah right

I've grown to quite like Birmingham City and their honest bloke manager Steve Bruce. I hope they come back up, not least as I enjoyed last season's pre-match light ales in the St Andrews Tavern with the old school Blues fans. The team that won 5-1 at Newcastle tonight, report here, had three ex-Rovers in it. One of them wasn't even David Dunn, who is coming home to Ewood. But where were the legions of football mad Geordies who supposedly stand by their team through thin and thin? By full time there were only a few hundred left in the ground booing their hapless team. Clearly as fickle as the rest of us, deluded into thinking that they're a big club and that the FA Cup doesn't matter. Fools.

Lost weekends

Nigel Hughes at Ear I Am talks about groundhopping. Ticking off football grounds is a pastime of the truly obsessive. So wonderfully English. The old 92 club rules were that if a club moved you had to revisit the club at a new ground, only the present home counted.

It got me thinking. *Dons anorak, wipes mouth*.

I've watched top class football at 94 grounds in England and Wales. My official 92 club tally is 66 as I lose a couple every season, I've lost Bristol Rovers twice!

In Scotland I've done Rangers, Celtic, Hearts, Ayr, Airdrie and Hamilton Accies. The last two are old grounds.

In the Conference I've done the current homes of Altrincham, Morecambe, York and Cambridge. I've also been once to the nearest football ground to my home, Ewen Fields, home of Hyde United.

Abroad I've done Ajax, PSG, Lyon, CSKA Sofia, Shelbourne, Nuremberg, Kuala Lumpur, Perth Italia, another in Perth, one in Melbourne (can't remember).

I've also played at Lancaster City, Marine, Exeter City, Brixham Town, Morecambe, Cheadle Town and Leyton.

Is it child cruelty to say that when the kids are older I'm going to embark on some lost weekends to complete the set?

High Street Blues

My ever observant informant Guy Ainsworth tells me that BBC Breakfast TV are running a "High Street Blues" slot everyday this week where they talk about the decline of the traditional UK high street, and hunt for the ideal High Street, which they will visit and film from this Friday. Marple is getting some positive mentions apparently and I think it makes for a perfect case study of the problems that high streets face, but more impotantly what a co-ordinated and focused strategy can do to arrest decline. Click here and nominate Marple.

Trains from Marple to go to Victoria

I did some digging about whether there were dark plans afoot to close Rose Hill station. There don't appear to be; but there are well thought out plans for some peak time Marple and Rose Hill trains to terminate at Victoria instead. More people work over that side of town, so it makes sense.

You can read about it on page 81 of this very detailed document, here.

The joy of text

I had to gasp at the news today where the chief executive of the Northwest Regional Development Agency has admitted to sending a racist joke in a text message to his driver. Steve Broomhead is a pleasant enough bloke, he's even referred to me as a "critical friend". What's surprising is I find it hard enough to imagine him telling a joke, let alone a racist one.

PS I've now been told the joke and it's not that offensive. Weak, but hardly a hate crime.

Ten thoughts on being an English bloke

I found this "How to be an English Bloke" on a techy blog, here, but wanted to share it with you.

CALLING SOMEONE 'SON' - Especially policeman but even saying it to kids makes you the man.
DRINKING UP - Specifically, rising from the table, slinging your coat on and downing two thirds of a pint in one fluid movement. Then nodding towards the door, saying, "Let's go" and striding out while everyone else struggles to catch up with you. God, you're hard.
NODDING AT COPPERS - A moments eye contact is all it takes for you to share the unspoken bond. "We've not seen eye to eye in the past", it says, "but someone's got to keep the little scrotes in line".
ARRIVING IN A PUB LATE... and everyone cheers you. It doesn't mean you're popular, it just means your mates are pissed. However, the rest of the pub doesn't know that.
NOT WATCHING YOUR WEIGHT - fat is a feminist issue, apparently. Brilliant. Pass the pork scratchings.
CARVING THE ROAST - and saying "are you a leg or breast man" to the blokes and "do you want stuffing" to the women. Congratulations, you are now your dad.
TEST SWINGING HAMMERS - ideally, B&Q would have little changing rooms with mirrors so you could see how rugged you look with any DIY item. Until then, we'll make do with the aisles.
PHONE CALLS THAT LAST LESS THAN A MINUTE - unlike birds, we get straight to the point. "alright? Yep. Drink? Red lion? George, it is then. Seven. Seeya."
HAVING SOMETHING PROPERLY WRONG WITH YOU - especially if you didn't make a fuss. "Why was I off, nothing much, just a brain haemorrhage".
CALLING YOUR MATE A C_*T - and punching him on the shoulder. Just a man's way of saying "you're a good mate; I missed you while you were in hospital".

Petty parking practice

I arrived at Stockport station in a foul mood this morning. Appalling traffic through Offerton and Marple. Why is there no train from Marple to Stockport?
One of the car parks at Stockport train station has a ticketing system that requires you to key in the registration number of your car. I can only guess that this is to prevent people from handing over tickets with time to spare to other people. This is appalling. Surely the net effect of such a random act of kindness adds up to so much more than the few quid the car park operator will ever make from stamping this practice out. I think it's absolutely hateful.

Upmarket average

When I enjoyed a slap up dinner and piss up at Establishment restaurant in December I didn't expect it would be the last time I'd go there. I knew the business was in administration, but thought someone else would come in and have a go. Now it's gone bust and won't be opening again, so Manchester Confidential reports.
I think it's further evidence of the trend in Manchester restaurants for "upmarket average". Punters are happy with brasserie food and Pinot Grigio by the bucketful. Nothing really special stands out anymore and I'm as guilty as anyone for putting atmosphere and speed over gourmet food.