Saturday, March 06, 2010

An evening with David Dunn

Although this blog isn't about work, and much of my other stuff doesn't cross over into work, on Thursday night we had a wonderful blurring of the boundaries.

It was our Lancashire Dealmakers Awards at Ewood Park. As compere I get to milk the applause at the Rovers, something of a lifelong ambition fulfilled. On Thursday a bloke I've only recently got to know, Alan Townley, came as my guest and persuaded to bring his mate David Dunn - one of my favourite Rovers players.

Now, I have a general rule of not speaking to footballers. I never want the on-pitch persona to colour the more humdrum reality. I'd met Dunny before, but only in passing and as a fan. I've also seen grown men make fools of themselves around overpaid kids. Yet it was oddly different on Thursday. Sure, he knew I was a fan; but he didn't expect anyone to kiss his arse. So there was this bloke I watch every week complimenting me on what I do for a living. He also took a lot of interest in the other guests on the table and obviously has a bit about him. You could almost imagine that if he hadn't been a footballer he'd at least of been a modestly successful property developer or something.

He also brought a signed first team shirt for the raffle, which he didn't have to do. So, full marks to the boy Dunn. He may even make the role model eleven now. He told me a few things too which will creep into the odd post soon, but out of respect I'll keep that low key for now.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Marple whispers

I'm sure Marple is no different to a lot of other places for gossip. This week I've heard that a popular local amenity is to close. Then today, to quote someone on Twitter - "Oh did I Tweet about all preschools closing in a community? Causing uncertainty for working parents in Marple".

The problems facing the Treetops Nursery are very real and it's good to see concerned locals using that Facebook thing to get the message out, here. But it is not ALL preschools. I'm going to do some asking around.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

Men and boys

Our eldest lad is off to PGL camp this week with his school *lump forms in throat*. The big trip in the last year of primary school is such a step. One parent said, they leave as boys and come back young men. Each of these steps they take brings back my own memories - good and bad. This one is all good; walking through Borrowdale in the spring of 1977 singing about Great Gable and Kendal Mint Cake.

Thanks be to pod

David Hepworth at The Word magazine writes here on Podcasting. Do have a read. Like him, I love podcasts. And I feel excited about doing them, having a go and trying something new in media. More than I have about new things for a quite a long time.

He says: "Podcasts shouldn't be trying to be professional and polished. I can't abide podcasts that begin with a menu that tells us what's coming up. What's the point of that? It's more likely to make you change your mind about listening to it than persevere. I also hate the feeling that people are reading from scripts. I wince when I hear journalists trying to crack the same kind of jokes that look OK in print. We don't need any of that print or radio or TV baggage. Podcasts are punk rock. They're the first thing that comes into your head. They're an evening down the pub. They blitz the divisions between the speaker, the thought and the personality. They have little use for conventional professionalism. They're so direct they're hardly media at all."

I agree to a point. The fact that James Richardson brings a certain structure to the Guardian's Football Weekly Podcast by running through the topics doesn't take much away from the free wheeling style that flows. And I love the non-mainstream edge of this too. My favourite moment was when serious journalist Paul Hayward joined in. After he gave a lengthy and articulate pundits reply to the speculation that Kaka was joing Manchester City, Barry Glendenning likened it to the lads in the pod inviting Girl's Aloud over to join them for a jacuzzi. I don't have to guess at Hayward's face but the tone of his voice was one of utter discomfort. He hasn't been back.

From my own point of view, I loved doing the Blackburn Rovers podcast on Thursday with Stuart Grimshaw. We did it over Skype and technically it sounds good and we did OK. I think as we get to know each other it will get better and better. We did have a rough agenda - Bolton, Hoilett, Liverpool, Burnley, but I never set out to tell the story of why Kevin Davies didn't come to my 40th birthday party. And I'm sure Stuart didn't script his line about the club not paying VAT on Junior Hoilett's kit.

Last on Match of the Day, not even last on Spoony

I felt compelled to phone Spoony on 606 this evening. To be fair to the people I spoke to they seemed quite pleased to have a Blackburn Rovers supporter calling up. The fact that I was annoyed by the surly interview Rafa Benitez gave probably helped. They love the whole contrived drama of the tedious "race for 4th place" and I guess this was a tangent from that.

But I also felt that Rovers deserve some credit for a spirited performance today. Liverpool had two shots on goal in the first half and scored both times. Ours was a penalty. I will confidently predict now that Match of the Day will focus on the following.

a) A "controversial decision" to give us a penalty - a clear penalty, the accident prone Carragher fluffed it again.

b) Torres and his "brilliance" - ignoring his wayward headers and rightward drift.

c) N'Zonzi's booking - a tangle with Lucas, handbags.

d) Gerrard and Diouf squaring up - it takes two, as Marvin Gaye said.

The latter two will get wrapped up with Big Sam and his physical approach. Do you know what? I wish it was true. Sure, Rovers competed today. But a bit more strength of character and a bit more concentration and two soft goals wouldn't have been conceded. At the other end a more direct approach and a cutting edge might also have seen another goal, which was no more than Blackburn Rovers deserved.

Some other positives to take: Vince Grella ran the game in the last 20 minutes; Salgado looked comfortable (despite being at fault for the Torres goal after a brilliant tackle by Samba), Givet was commanding.

The only consolation is Rovers won't be last on Match of the Day this week, as it's against a Big Four team, but we usually are. Which brings me back to Spoony. I was bumped off in favour of a last call from a Spurs fan. So not only were Blackburn Rovers due to be last on 606, we didn't even make that. Typical.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Some classic Tony Wilson

From the Heavenly jukebox - here. Hat tip: Paul Carroll.

Pomona on the Word Podcast

There's a particularly delightful interview here with Mark Hodkinson from Pomona on the Word podcast. There's a review of Mark's book - The Last Mad Surge of Youth here. As well as really liking the story, I'm also really taken with the indie label ethos of Pomona. Go and have a look for yourselves.

Travelling to Wonderland

Me and Rachel and the kids have now all been interviewed by a researcher from the BBC’s Wonderland series who want to film a doc about families travelling a long way to a UK holiday this summer. We didn't go looking for this, the farm we're going back to in Cornwall suggested us. The series has one-off films like Seven Pups for Seven People and The British in Bed and doesn't seem to be in search of freaks.

My question, which I’d appreciate your advice on, dear reader, is this: are we about to become the latest victims of a TV stitch up and a national laughing stock? And will our children hate us for evermore for humiliating them on TV as a film crew capture hissy fits, puke and tantrums? Or will it be OK and a bit of fun? What shall we do?

In the Rovers Pod

Me and Stuart Grimshaw recorded another Blackburn Rovers podcast on Thursday night. Download it and have a listen, if that's what you are into, please pass on to others too. It will be available in iTunes, but for now you can get it here.

Role models in football

All this talk of role models in football - following the John Terry nonsense - has actually come to a head in our house. Our lads who play football have been known to do the odd silly celebration. Some of their pals have dived, feigned injury, answered back to referees and coaches as well as the odd tantrum. And it's clear where the inspiration for such dreadful behaviour comes from.

Even the team we watch - Blackburn Rovers - has some poor examples of humankind on the team.

Blissfully, we also have some real men. Role models, gentlemen, sportsmen, good men and examples to our little men. The kids know about this kind of thing and gave the following as their positive role models and the reasons why.

Ryan Nelsen - captain, never dives, always tries, always talks to the other players.
Keith Andrews - not that good a player, but does his best
Jason Roberts - always tries, got an MBE for helping other people and was really kind at the open day

I agree with all of that. Then, thanks to Rovers fan Stuart Grimshaw, we got onto who is in my all time Rovers role model 11. A team of honest professionals. Good human beings as well as decent players from those I've loved before, and in a 442 as well, a proper formation. Here we go.

Sir Roger Jones; Colin Hendry, Derek Fazackerley, Ryan Nelsen, Henning Berg; Mark Atkins, Tony Parkes, Stuart Metcalf, Jason Wilcox; Jason Roberts and, despite the prison, the beer and the cigs, Simon Garner.
Subs: Terry Gennoe, Damien Duff, Kevin Hird, Gordan Cowans, Mick Rathbone.
Manager: Don Mackay
Doing the half time raffle: Ronnie Clayton and Bryan Douglas.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

A witness to violence

About ten years ago, when I lived in London, I witnessed the most appalling street fight. A bus knocked a car door off on Essex Road in Islington, a bloke in a suit getting off the bus then clashed with a gang of teenagers, trying to get on the bus. One of them punched him and bust his nose. Stood on the pavement, his nose bleeding the gang stood laughing as the ringleader goaded him and told him to "This is Islington." He then swung a punch that took the yob clean off his feet and charged at him, as the rest of them stood back, he managed to get the stunned scrote in a headlock. But for the intervention of the general public one of the mob was about to bring a large metal gas bottle down on his head. I felt sick. When the police arrived and the lout who started it (who was still in a headlock), burst into tears and accused the chap in the suit of attacking him for no reason. "Oh, no he didn't," came the reply from us all. But the mood amongst everyone on the pavement was thick with fear and suspicion. People appeared from the nearby estate and it wasn't clear who was friend or foe. The man who stood up to the louts was so shaken he was looking at everyone asking us to help him. I sidled up to him and gave him my name and number and said I'd be a witness but I was absolutely bricking it. I felt terrible that I didn't have the courage to do more, but relieved I didn't get a gas canister over the head or worse. But he never called. He probably just put it down to another bad night in inner London. The police were angry no-one stepped forward boldly to explain what happened. Then frustrated, they just wanted everyone to move away and took the mouthy kid into custody.

Today, something similar happened. The same fear of intervention. The same intimidation by the assailant, the same uncertainty over the police reaction. Instead it was just me watching a man spit in the face of woman while they both held a push chair containing a small child. She then punched him in the face, so he spat again, then stared at me as I shook my head disapproving. Again, I didn't intervene, but I called 999 immediately. The police were quick and someone else had also called them. An arrest has been made. They also followed it up and sent an officer over to take a statement from me. I feel I've done the right thing, but still feel wretched I didn't step in right away. I told the police officer this and he was very reassuring that I'd done exactly the correct thing, adding some details about the circumstances that made me even more certain.

So. I still feel shaken up, but it's not about me. And I'm feeling much better than all the people involved in a particularly nasty episode.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Manchester Parade

I'm not opposed to the idea of Manchester having a parade and a special day. Just don't do it half cocked. We came into town for Chinese New Year and it was pretty bobbins. I get the impression the gays put a good show on and the Manchester International Festival has been brilliant. Interesting that opinion is pretty divided - but Manchester wouldn't be Manchester without a bit healthy cynicism.

Monday, February 22, 2010

It's bobsleigh, not ballet

One of Rachel's pals from work Dan Money is competing in the British bobsleigh team in the Winter Olympics. He had a tumble yesterday. But I love his quote, here:

"This can happen," he said. "It's bobsleigh, it's not ballet dancing. Crashes happen."

The Even Thicker Thick Of It

We watched the first series of The Thick Of It on DVD over the weekend. I thought it was a work of genius and couldn't believe I hadn't watched it before. The Office meets Yes Minister; with swearing. But obviously it's fantastical, isn't it?

Then I read this, from Andrew Rawnsley's book about when Gordon Brown bottled the election decision in 2008: "Brown's court started to devour itself as members of the inner circle attempted to dump culpability for the farrago on each other. To try to distance Brown and Balls from the debacle, Damian McBride spent Saturday afternoon on the phone to journalists of Sunday newspapers. He was spinning all the blame on to Douglas Alexander, Spencer Livermore and Ed Miliband. Several reporters were successfully persuaded that they were at fault for pushing Brown towards an election and then getting last-minute cold feet. As McBride rubbished other members of the Prime Minister's inner circle to reporters, he was caught in the act by Livermore who yelled at the spin doctor: "What the fuck are you doing?" McBride retorted that he was obeying orders from Balls: "I've been told to by Ed." The two aides screamed at each other in front of civil servants until Sue Nye dragged them out of the room."

Motherwell rules, eh?

Council leader supports Shan Alexander

I have an update on the sad case of our local councillor Shan Alexander. To recap, she pleaded guilty to causing the death of a passenger in her car last year. I said in a blog posting here that I recognised her contribution to the community, but felt on balance that she should step back from public life.

It seemed strange too that there was very little public debate about the case and why there appeared to be no statement from the council one way or the other. I wrote to Dave Goddard, the leader of Stockport Borough Council, and asked him whether he supported her continued tenure.

Here is his reply:

"I am happy to clarify that I and the entire Liberal Democrat team continue to support Cllr Shan Alexander 100% in the excellent work she has done over many years for various communities in Stockport.

"You may wish to be aware of legislation that provides under section 80 of the Local Government Act 1972 a person may be disqualified for being elected or being a member of a local authority if he: is employed by the local authority; has been declared bankrupt or made a composition or arrangement with his creditors; has within five years before the election or since being elected been convicted of an offence and has been sentenced to not less than three months imprisonment without the option of a fine; or is disqualified under any enactment relating to corrupt or illegal practices (under Part III of the Representation of the People Act 1983).

"Cllr Alexander has not been convicted of any part of that legislation and therefore has no need in my opinion to consider her position."

I do find his loyalty to a friend and colleague very commendable, but haven't changed my view. She really should stand down and that is all I have to say on the matter.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Cheer up Owen Coyle

I didn't see anything positive for Bolton Wanderers in their 3-0 defeat today. Even their excellent goalkeeper made no difference as Rovers comfortably pushed them to one side.

For Rovers Gael Givet was the official man of the match, as chosen by a table of guests in one of the posh lounges (did you know that?). We agreed with that, especially after he crowned his performance with a goal near the end. Personally, I thought Keith Andrews deserves some credit for standing in at centre half when Ryan Nelsen went off. It was a spirited performance with good finishing instincts and some fire in midfield. Even Diouf was effective at times.

This run of wins should give the team the confidence to go into the remaining fixtures with a will to win, with a positive mental attitude. It would be nice if they would start positively against Liverpool next week who have just been dire in their last two matches. This season isn't over, we may well be safe, but it will be a test for Sam Allardyce and a measure of where he wants to go.

But poor old Bolton. Could Owen Coyle be the manager responsible for relegating two teams in one season?

It was just me and Joe today, which would only have cost us £20 as there was a special offer. That brings our season ticket tally to £437. We missed the Wigan and Hull games because, well, it's been rubbish and it's been cold.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Trying to be fair to Nicholas Winterton

I don't have a political axe to grind here, but I've sat down to carefully look at what Nicholas Winterton MP has had to say on first class travel and other things on Radio 5 yesterday. Thanks to political blogger Matt Wardman the full interview is here, but not the phone-in that followed.

I feel a need for balance when I read Marina Hyde in the Guardian today describing him and his wife as being of "such luminous repugnance".

I'll start with the points I think he was trying to make, which are fair. MPs are being told they can't travel first class on trains. He feels that as business people and public servants do, then so should elected members of parliament. It's a matter of status, I think he was saying.

He also said it's hard to get confidential work done on a train. He's right.

Also, he was ambushed by Radio 5. He was asked to come on and talk about the Falkland Islands, but they had the bear trap waiting for him on this. They also quoted two wildly different prices for first class travel and standard class, in order to make him look worse. I've checked, if you want to go from Euston to Macclesfield on a Thursday night - when he said he often drives at night - then you can do it for as little as £34 in first class. Not £361 and the standard ticket being £65. But that wouldn't have suited the argument and it's a diversion anyway.

Where he loses the plot is in getting into this ludicrous discussion about the type of people you might meet on a train. At 10 minutes in he refers to Standard Class passengers as having "a different outlook". You can't defend that.

But then there are some more quotes from him here on the Total Politics site.

Like this one: "You get free tickets to quite a lot of things because you are a member of Parliament. And you are always expected to have a go on a raffle or tombola. All the summer fairs, where you are expected to spend money. I reckon I’ve probably spend £3,000 a year on tickets, raffle tickets and you know. It is like many members of Parliament, not without justification, to claim for instance for the wreath that they lay. I have never done so myself and I wouldn’t because I am a member of the Royal British Legion. But all these things have to be taken into account. You can’t claim tax on any of that. You actually have a lot more expenditure than people realise."

So, on balance, he's a bit of arse isn't he?

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Lent on

It's Lent. So I'm back on the wagon.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Hand in hand by Jane Coupes

One of the things I like most about living round here is that we've met so many fantastic people through our children's school and sporting lives. On Friday night an upliftingly large number of these kind of people gathered to support Jane Coupes, who was launching her book. I don't know Jane very well, but I have got to know her husband Dom over the last couple of years and he's such a top bloke (for a Leeds fan). Jane's book is about how she suffered a stroke after the birth of their son Daniel in 2001.

Inevitably perhaps, as a husband and father, you reflect upon how you would cope and the effect that illness and disability would have on your own relationships, your friends, your children and on the logistics of life. I haven't read Jane's book yet, but obviously I bought a copy on Friday night.

You too can read how this family have coped with their challenges by buying a copy of the book here.

Councillor Shan Alexander - step down please

In late December, one of our local councillors, Shan Alexander, was sentenced to a community service order after pleading guilty to causing death while driving without due care and attention. The story about the case is in the Daily Telegraph, here, and in the Manchester Evening News, here. There are 9 suitably outraged comments on the MEN story, but I am amazed that more has not been made of this.

Mrs Alexander has been a Mayor of Stockport and has served this community with distinction. This blog supported her re-election in 2008. I have not changed my mind when I said then that she seems to be a good person. And I have no doubt that she is distraught about what happened to her. She has also served as chairman of the Stockport magistrates, and will no longer sit on the bench and administer justice, which is obvious when you think about it.

But I find it incredible that she is still a serving councillor. She really should do the decent thing and step back from public life immediately.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

A steal of a deal

I drew the conclusion here that Trinity Mirror's purchase of the Manchester Evening News was a steal. Press Gazette, quoting Enders Analysis, is on the same page.

Madchester backlash - 20 years on

I've blogged in passing about this blog Fuc51, which rails against lazy nostalgia for Manchester's musical heyday. There are updates on Words Dept and Fat Roland which bring up the same themes about how that Factory imagery has contributed to Manchester becoming some kind of theme park, much as some accuse Liverpool of being a Beatles wax museum with a pulse.

Much ire is directed towards Peter Hook, bass player of New Order, who has opened a new club Factory 251, with all the Factory and Hac icons to the forefront. There's a positive review here but it all rather serves to add grist to the critics' mill. And I've also written about Hooky at Raw 2010 here.

I can see how it's mildly annoying, and Fuc51 is a wake up call to move on from this, but surely it's not the worst thing that's happening in Manchester at the moment? In fact, it could be said it was far more annoying when the cultural marketing of the city ignored an important part of the musical history and employed a golf loving tourist boss from Northern Ireland and used slogans like "We're Up and Going". The McEnroe Group - as in "You cannot be serious?" was set up in 1996 to counter this. Many of those peripheral snipers are now the cultural and political establishment - Colin Sinclair, Nick Johnson, Tom Bloxham, Peter Saville, Andy Spinoza and Carol Ainscow.

This is one of those that could get drawn into a "I'm not saying....but..." So here's a cautious disclaimer, but a question: is this a shrill, but witty and spiky overreaction?

I can't claim to know where young bands get to play these days, I'm 43 and grew out of clubbing long ago. I know not how they stretch their creative sinews, but the logical conclusion of all of this anger is that everything else gets killed off if it doesn't fit into this faux nostalgia. This can't be right, can it? It's like Doves and Elbow never happened. And wasn't that amazing hazy, dizzy summer event during the Manchester International Festival a nostalgic indulgence - Elbow playing with the Halle? I notice too that Guy Garvey is guesting, promoting and supporting new bands and artists. When does his backlash start?

More laughs with Theo Paphitis

I've done this sort of thing before, here, but I had the dubious pleasure of interviewing Theo Paphitis in front of an audience yesterday. He's an engaging, intelligent and confident character. He doesn't need much encouragement, but he certainly entertained the guests at a Prince's Trust lunch held at the palatial offices of law firm Halliwells.

But while the future looks quite good for Theo as he embarks upon an 8th series of Dragon's Den, he had a gloomy prognosis for the economy - sorry folks.

“Britain is suffering from some serious underlying economic problems that the nation finds hard to discuss.

“In my opinion unemployment is the biggest current danger. Half of Britain has not actually seen the recession yet, and a recession only really hurts those who have been exposed to job cuts.

“When the public sector starts making cuts, the challenge will affect a lot more people and will become a lot greater. Many have, in fact seen a rise in their disposable income - but it comes at the serious cost of the unimaginable debt mounting behind our backs.”

But he did take the opportunity to advise potential start-ups on some tips to success: “Britain relies on SMEs for almost half of the Gross Domestic Product of the country. Even in a recession, if a business can maintain a healthy cash flow, regardless of profit, it can survive.

“Any entrepreneur needs to take risks, but it is essential to be truthful about your ability to repay debt. Don’t bite off more than you can chew, be aware, and more importantly be realistic of what you can make back.

“50 per cent of all businesses fail in the first 24 months. 500,000 new businesses are set up every year, and many obviously get it badly wrong. The Prince’s Trust is all about enterprise – they give young people the support and guidance they need at the critical early stage of developing a business.”

The whole thing came about thanks to one of the lads who sits near us at Rovers - Ian Currie - who is a mate of Theo and a supporter of the Prince's Trust. Happy to help a good cause.

Experimenting with Posterous

A few people I know quite like Posterous. As a firm exponent of “having a go” I’m delving in.

Sunday, February 07, 2010

Life and death

A Blackburn Rovers supporter died at Stoke yesterday. I have heard all manner of rumour and speculation as to the circumstances but the facts are far from clear. I was going to sit down and write something about the game yesterday but this renders it all rather pointless. A terrible tragedy.

Saturday, February 06, 2010

iSad

The newly launched Apple iPad has claimed it can do many things. Enthusiasts have speculated it could do even more, as yet unimagined acts of greatness. No-one is claiming it will make you happy though. I say this through a slight fog of depression; brought upon the aquisition of my new iPhone. It has taken a bit of effort to work properly and still fails to sync with the home PC. This rather emphasises the poor quality of the old Dell on which this is being written. I don't really want to fork out for a new home computer at the present time, and I rather fear it will create more problems than it will solve. Something else will be wrong. We will lose photos, songs, drivers for printers, Wi-fi connections. Something will fail. Trying to get on Skype the other week was a major exercise in patience and perseverance.

These machines, which offer so much of a window on life, also cause such angst. At lunch yesterday, with four intelligent men who are all chief executives of successful organisations, this was a shared issue of some consternation. I don't have a conclusion, but I am past the point now where I have any enthusiasm for new gadgets and new technology.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

The Greater Manchester derby

Had a proper treat last night at the Greater Manchester derby match; the top of the table League Two clash between Bury and Rochdale at Gigg Lane.

I was lucky enough to sit next to former Shakers legend Derek Spence over dinner and during the match. The former Northern Ireland international is now working for the community programme at Blackpool, another of his former clubs.

He was great company and a proper old school football man with a great store of tales, anecdotes and opinions. He came off the bench in 1976 in Rotterdam to equalise for the wee country against Holland with Cruyff and Neeskens in the team.

I know it's not normally like this, but it was a brilliant noisy atmosphere with lots of support for both sides and lively banter between the fans. There was even a smoke bomb chucked on the pitch from the Rochdale end. This kind of passionate local football I fell for when I started following Blackburn Rovers in 1977, rather than the easy option of Liverpool, Leeds or Man United.

The game itself was exciting too. Competitive in the first half as the hard pitch meant it was tricky to control the ball. It could have gone either way. Top of the table Rochdale missed a sitter with 20 minutes to go in the second half, and as is the way in such games they were punished within minutes when Steven Gerrard's mate Ryan Lowe took advantage of a lucky ricochet to score for the home side. He said after the game that his mate was going to come and watch him, but it was cold. Bless.

It's the first time I've been to Gigg Lane in 25 years. Almost as long for Derek Spence, by the way. It was lovely to see so many Bury fans greet him with such affection. He stayed in the Legends Lounge long after the final whistle. I get the feeling he'll be back when he can.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Supporting Blair on Iraq

There's an assumption about Tony Blair and his appearance before the Chilcot enquiry that you cannot hold any possible opinion other than the one that says he was a liar and a war criminal and Bush's poodle.

I don't hold that view, indeed any of those views. In 2003, for what it's worth, I supported the invasion of Iraq for the purpose of removing an evil tyrant from power. Saddam Hussein was a beast who ruled his country through fear and who had used weapons of mass destruction against the Kurds and had invaded Kuwait. The great tragedy of the first Gulf intervention was the failure to finish the job.

Like most supporters of the invasion I hoped the removal of Saddam would not have been followed by such bloodshed, obviously, naively, perhaps. Recall too that it was not the British and Americans who were planting bombs in markets or cutting heads off and broadcasting it on the internet. It was the work of blood thirsty death cults that took their butchery to Iraq. It was also the Shia militias of Najaf, Basra and Sadr City who caused such mayhem thanks to their sponsorship by the Iranian government.

That there was unsufficient preparation for the aftermath is without question now. But the basis for the invasion remains. I'm less clear on the real purpose of the Chilcot enquiry. As Martin Kettle says here there are places where a show trial is what is really wanted: "Just as during the Hutton inquiry, there is a demand, often media-led, for a simplistic version of events that is simply not supported by the evidence as a whole."

And forget not the bravery of Iraqis who voted in greater proportions than we did in their election of 2005, and this in the teeth of intimidation, not just the apathy and cynicism we have to overcome. Think too of those who want a better future of peace and security.

But some core thoughts remain about the conventional wisdom that has come to pass for a consensus on Iraq.

Firstly, more people than care to admit it held that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction. Even Saddam Hussein believed Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction. Who would dare tell him the infrastructure of his rag bag regime was crumbling around him?

Secondly, due to the rotten state of the crumbling and corrupt state, was it not inevitable that the time would have been up for the regime anyway? And such was the depth of fear and violence that the Ba'athists, the Islamists of Fallujah, the Shia militias and the tribal chiefs would have been in a state of civil war whatever the trigger for the change. Put another way, heartbreaking though Iraq's situation was from 2005 to 2008, was the suffering of Iraq inevitable?

Thirdly, this was not a war for oil. Iraq could and should be a wealthy country because it has such reserves of oil, but the contracts have been auctioned off and the winners have been French, Russian, Malaysian and Angolan. There's more on this here from Christopher Hitchens.

Fourthly, Fraser Nelson in the Spectator this week says the real failure was to "look the other way" in Basra and concede control to the Shiite thugs.

And finally, there's a lot of sophistry and mock indignation about all of this, as Denis McShane says here. The lack of support and running for cover by senior civil servants and cabinet members is woeful and cowardly. At least Robin Cook had the courage to resign. And through all of the conflict Gordon Brown was nowhere to be seen. What will he say when he appears before the enquiry? At least Blair has been consistent.

Make your own David Cameron poster

Here's mine:








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Do your own here.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

University challenge

This blog isn't about work and so it shouldn't be about other professional concerns of mine. Discretion and confidentiality are important. I've joined the General Assembly of the University of Manchester, where I studied for 3 years in the 1980s. So, I'm not reporting on today's meeting at the Whitworth Art Gallery, nor am I telling you what a hugely entertaining lecture Dr Brian Cox delivered afterwards.

What I will do however is pay a fleeting tribute to Professor Alan Gilbert. He is retiring as President and Vice Chancellor for health reasons. He has been a towering figure for the merged university. He has given the whole place a sense of focus and ambition to be a great seat of learning. There has been scant attention given to this important figure in public life, save for a rather mean spirited piece here.

Manchester muscial deniers

I don't endorse this site here, but there is a lot of anger and emotion going into the destruction of lazy myth making in Manchester's musical hinterland.

Ring my Bell

Podcasting is a lot of fun. And given that my first attempt at doing one recently was, er, a bit rough around the edges, I can but take consolation that we're going to get better and better.

The Word podcast is just great and is so much better than when I first discovered it. I look forward to new ones with such enthusiasm now. This morning I very much enjoyed listening to David Hepworth interviewing Idris Elba, the English actor who played Stringer Bell in The Wire. There's a link here. Or you may be able to make this player thing work below.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Talking about Blackburn Rovers

Had a good laugh on Saturday taking part in a Blackburn Rovers podcast with a couple of enterprising chaps - Stuart Grimshaw and Jon Hindle. We did it over Skype, which in itself was a new experience for me. I suspect this has effected the quality of my contribution. The link is here.

I've also found a Rovers blog - Rovers Return - from a lad called Dan Clough. Permanent link is opposite too.

It's all intelligent stuff. If you want moronic nonsense, there's the Lancashire Telegraph messageboard.

Shameful Burns Night display in Tesco

Tesco are encouraging shoppers to embrace Burns Night with sales of haggis, Scottish cheese and super strength Tenants. Shocking. I mean, where's the Buckfast?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Very confidential now

Website Manchester Confidential has just even more confidential. From now on certain content will only be accessible from behind a paywall. It's not expensive - £3 a month, but it's a brave move and one fraught with complexities.

Some people really don't like the new look, like blogger David Quinn, here, who describes it as "nauseating".

George Dearsley, commenting on David's blog has another concern: "I have serious doubt’s about Mark Garner’s business model, which turns traditional media on its head. How has this affected what advertisers pay him (or DO they pay?) now? The number of eyeballs falling on ManCon’s pages is fewer, so their ad revenues will surely shrink drastically. He needs a lot of subscriptions to pay for the content and I just don’t see it. I think it might be like watching an iceberg melt with time lapse camerawork. But then they probably told Christopher Columbus he was an idiot for trying to sail to the “New World”."

I don't think it's just about the numbers, or whether anyone wants to read my review of Pizza Express, by the way. It's also about the unique offers that membership can give to subscribers that they couldn't get elsewhere. That's going to be the hard part. But good luck to them.

Time flies by when you're the spotter of a train

Trainspotting. No, not the film, but the much mocked activity of writing down the numbers of trains you have seen in service. It's one of those activities that is now associated with grubby men at the end of Crewe station platform with gadgets and anoraks. Back in the 1970s it seemed most of my mates were ardent spotters. Even though we missed the age of steam by a few years it was an obsession of the young. We had a Railway Society at school, but much more fun were unofficial trips which would be taken to sheds at Derby, Crewe, Wigan and Carlisle to try and spot rare diesels. Guerilla raids would be made on hard to reach depots like Toton in the East Midlands to see the engines that only worked goods lines. Incredible times.

I always felt I missed out because I'd never seen a class 76 Electric which ran on a back line between Manchester and Sheffield. I now see the old electric gantries every day on the line between Guide Bridge and Piccadilly.

At different times all of our boys have really liked trains, which has been good fun and a focus for trips to York and to the East Lancashire Railway. Suffice to say, I have not complained.

And why the nostalgia for this today? We're down to just the one child this weekend. I asked Elliot what he'd like to do with this special Daddy and Mummy time, coaxing him towards a trip to Ramsbottom to step onto the footplate of a Black 5 steamer. His response: "No thanks, Dad."

Gutted!

My mate.... Jane Wolstenholme #4 in a series

And a random shuffle of my address book today pops out... Jane Wolstenholme. I first got to know Jane, properly, in 2006 when me, Rachel, Jane and her husband Jon Brown got sloshed together at the Grand National as guests of United Utilities. Oh, for the days when conservative PLCs did things like entertainment for journalists.

Back then Jane was editor of the Liverpool Daily Post, the youngest person to hold that position. She's since become a successful chick lit novelist under the name Jane Costello. I've read Bridesmaids, her first, and liked it a lot. She's got an easy style and a good ear for how middle class northern people communicate and think. She's currently working on her 4th novel; the third is due out soon, preview here. But why the name change? Apparently it's easier to get noticed on bookshelves the earlier in the alphabet you are. I'll take her word for it, but has anyone told Tom Wolfe?

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Thoughts of Icarus

On Wednesday I interviewed Nigel Wray, a big hitting business guy, live on stage. It was at a terrific event called RAW 2010. His analysis of the banking crisis conjured up the image of Icarus - he who flew too close to the sun. It gave me a chance to say this: "If you get it, great. If you don't, that's fine too. But you should probably read more."

If you get that, great. If you don't, that's fine too. But watch this again.

Four goals

So, Blackburn Rovers contribute four goals to the Thriller at the Villa. On balance, I'm proud and pleased we had a go. Would it have been better if each of the four goals had been scored in the games against Stoke, Hull, Liverpool and Wigan? If we had, we'd be 9th. Big deal.

But what did I say? Wingers, Kalinic, Olsson, play football. Easy see.

On with the old, and in with the new

Paul Weller and Bruce Foxton are playing together again, according to the NME, but there's no chance of a reunion. Drummer Rick Buckler left From The Jam last year, which always had a hollow feel without Weller. I enjoyed seeing them the once, but enough already.

On other musical news I tried some of the tips I got from Marple Leaf readers. Piccadilly Records top band of 2009 The Phantom Band, were, I concluded, nothing special. One of their other high fliers however - The Xx - are much better. Bold tunes and lots of atmosphere.

I've also downloaded a few tracks by Delphic. I'm hugely delighted that they are 3 lads from Marple Bridge and were placed third in the BBC’s Sound of 2010 list.

And though I defended the Twang from abuse I did laugh out loud at the new podcast. Steve Lamacq was asked who he has seen who didn't make it and deserved to, and who made it who was rubbish. The Twang were in the last category: "I was told to expect Mike Skinner fronting Oasis and got Frank Skinner fronting Flowered Up." Link to more here.

Jimmy Burns and his Dad

You can't beat a tale of daring from the 1930s and 1940s. There's a link here to an event I wasn't able to go to last night - Jimmy Burns talking about his Dad, a British spy in wartime Spain. He's written a book about it based on detailed research, because, bizarrely, his Dad didn't talk about it much.

If it's anything like his book on Maradona, it should be a cracking read.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Nice surprises

I've had a few nice surprises this week.

Went to Manchester City on Monday night as guests of, er, Manchester City. Although the football (from Rovers) was awful, the food was good, it was great to catch up with friends and our lovely comfy seats were warmed.

We've found a new babysitter.

Lunched at the Panoramic restaurant in Liverpool on Tuesday with some interesting people. The view across Liverpool was amazing, the food was terrific, but these gourmet lunches don't really fill you do they?

Met the newly born daughter of my friend Lisa. What a bonny baby.

On Thursday night I left my mobile phone on the roof of my car. I turned out of Bloom Street, into Minshull Street and was about to turn left onto Aytoun Street when a couple tapped on my window and handed it to me. It's a sign of the regeneration of the area that they didn't rob it. But isn't that lovely?

At Rovers on Thursday I arrived a bit late due to heavy traffic. My seat in the Jack Walker Upper was in the middle of a row which would have required several well-upholstered men to stand and make way. The steward shrugged his shoulders and pointed my way to the posh comfy seats.

Although this blog is resolutely not about work, I can report we had a phenomenally brilliant breakfast event on Friday morning to launch a next generation fibre network in Manchester. It was wonderful to be there at the start of something very special.

And on Friday a design agency called Music sent me a book. It is really quite breathtaking. Like opening a box of sweets with all your favourites in and not quite knowing where to look next. Extraordinary.

Blackburn Rovers - the nightmare scenario, part one

I like to think of myself as a "glass half full" person. But I am profoundly gloomy about Blackburn Rovers at the moment, so much so, I am starting to have bad dreams. In a nutshell the problem is the long ball, hoof and hope, one-up front style of football the team has been playing.
  1. It alienates the creative players - Benni McCarthy and Franco di Santo are not Kevin Davies-style target men, MGP is not Rory Delap, Steven N'Zonzi is too frail to be a Patrick Viera. Enough, I'm depressing myself again.
  2. It is unattractive to watch - crowds are down, enthusiasm is low.
  3. And most of all: it doesn't work.
It seems to me that Sam Allardyce is already dug in for a relegation fight. Chances are we will stay up - which will then feel like a positive outcome. But where is the ambition to strive further? Reaching a semi-final didn't feel great. And playing Nicola Kalinic on his own up front against Aston Villa at home was another failed tactic that stunk of negativity.

Is this all we fans deserve? Is a small town club destined for this kind of fare in order to stay in The Best League In The World? I'd hope not. I'd hope we demonstrated in the Hughes and Souness years that a bit of creativity, togetherness and strong board support could produce a decent team that captured the imagination and support of the fan base.

The first nightmare I have had is for a foreign takeover. But rationally, there is *no* prospect of a takeover at all. None. The Walker family trustees want to sell up, but Jack Walker stated in his last will and testament that everything shall be done to preserve the long term future of the club. You only have to look at Portsmouth, West Ham, Derby, Liverpool and Manchester United to understand the risks involved in taking the silver dollar of wealthy foreign investors looking for an ego-purchase. No thanks.

You only have to look around at the owners of Bolton and Wigan to know that there are limits to the generosity of a rich benefactor in this new world order. You only have to look at the owners of Preston and Burnley to see what happens when the fortunes of a wealthy fan take a turn for the worse. The same outcome applies: there is no money to splurge, and to do so on the never-never would be folly.

All I hope now is we get lucky in the transfer window: get shut of some dead wood like Pedersen and Diouf, concede that McCarthy off the wage bill is better than him failing to deliver. Get a strong midfield player in who isn't injury prone (like Dunny and Grella), and play with wingers and a holding forward (Beattie?) who can provide some tap ins for the ever-improving Kalinic. Olsson looks better, by the way. Chimbonda has quality in that position. And our defenders are not, bizarrely, our defensive problem. It's lack of protection from a fragile midfield.

But more than anything else a very real nightmare haunts me and it is this: Owen Coyle, requiring leeway to remould his Bolton team into footballers offloads Kevin Davies to us. Please, no.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Magic of the Cup

I predicted that Liverpool would win the FA Cup. Oh dear.

Well done Reading.

Surviving Survivors

There is considerable expectation about post-apocalyptic drama at the moment. There's the film of Cormac McCarthy's The Road out at the moment, the Book of Eli coming soon. Having blogged about good TV drama yesterday, it was a rude awakening to have to sit through last night's Survivors on BBC1.

The story was slow, plodding and ponderous. The look of it was poor too: it had really crap CGI, loads of close up interior shots betraying its low budget. Only until the last five minutes did you get any of the group tension that made the last series worth watching. The lingering subplot about the bad guys in the lab with their army of black clad soldiers and Inspector Chisholm from Minder in a videolink in a suit and tie - come on! Get on with it!

The supporting cast were weak actors too. And maybe I'm picking hairs, but do all white working class male characters in BBC drama have to be violent scumbags? And all black males neurotic outsiders?

Apart from that it was ace.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

TV drama at its best

There is a worthy stab at a top 50 TV dramas list in the paper today, here.

Most of my favourites are on it: The Wire (14), State of Play (9), Our Friends in the North (3), Twin Peaks (12) and The Sopranos (1).

And here are some that weren't, but should have been:

One Summer (Channel 4, 1983)
Johnny Jarvis (BBC, 1984)
Between the Lines (BBC, 1994)
Holding On (BBC, 1997)
Cold Feet (Granada, late 1990s)
Spooks (BBC, 2002-present)
NYPD Blue (Fox, 1994)
ER (ABC, 1994)

Anyway, it's only telly, eh?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Get a job you like!

Given how many children we have it's not uncommon for us to ferry one or more of our clan to a birthday party of one of their pals on any given weekend. We've been to football parties, fun palaces (the worst), bowling, cinema, swimming, go-karts, gymnastics, discos in church halls, old fashioned 'at homes' and even a horse riding party for a 6 year old (surprisingly fun, despite my deep loathing of horsey people).

This is not going to be a blog about pushy parents and competitive parties - I don't pick up much of that round here. But I'm more often than not shocked at the lack of generosity of spirit from those in the business of running special days for kids.

Fun palace staff are the worst. Miserable buggers, all of them. Get a job you like!

Then today Rachel witnessed a proper dust up between a parent and the Go-Kart man at a party. We've hired this same bloke for Matt's 6th and he was good, the exception to my emerging rule. But then we only had six kids at our party to share the 4 Go-Karts. Today there were 18 - so some organisation had to go into who could race and when. One kid forfeited his race because he needed a wee. Cue Mum going off on one, with some justification.

For the climax the birthday boy had to pick 8 mates for the run off. Stressful enough for a 6 year old, but more so when the bloke said under his breath - "get a move on, I haven't got all day".

If it was a scene out of Phoenix Nights you would scoff that it was unbelievable.

Holiday in Cambodia

There's a strange tale in the Observer magazine today by Andrew Anthony, here. It concerns the fate of a British academic called Malcolm Caldwell murdered in Pol Pot's Cambodia.

Caldwell was a political tourist in Cambodia there to observe what he thought was the creation of the perfect communist society. He was somewhat blind to the mass killing and torture that underpinned a paranoid and ideological state. It's a grisly tale where Andrew returns to a number of themes he touched on in his excellent book Fall Out - How a Guilty Liberal Lost His Innocence.

Notably: "The link between Marxist-Leninist ideology and communist terror has never been firmly established in the way that we understand Nazi ideology to have led inexorably to Auschwitz."

As an aside, anarchist rockers Crass made the same point in what is possibly their only decent track, Bloody Revolutions, the lyrics of which are in Love Songs, a collection of poems and lyrics published by Pomona, here. "Transportation details will be left to British Rail, where Zyklon B succeeded North Sea Gas will fail." etc etc

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

Music obscura

The wonderful Ian Wolfendale distributed multiple copies of the Piccadilly Records End of Year Review around the office on Monday. There's a link to the web version here. It is a lovingly produced and, in places, a brilliantly written piece of musical history worth savouring. I regret to say I hardly recognised anything. Music can really pass me by these days. I enjoy what I've got, often rediscovering old favourites and classics.

In the spirit of discovery I've dipped into the free CDs I get with The Word and tested out some of the Piccadilly recommendations.

Camera Obscura, My Maudlin Career - very good, then realised I still haven't given the last album a proper spin yet.

Grizzly Bear, Veckatimest - I've got some of their older ones, yes, a bit like Fleet Foxes.

The Phantom Band, Checkmate Savage - yes, good. Worth exploring, slight hint of Violent Femmes.

Then there are the Word recommendations:

Richard Hawley - yes, I like him. He's very good. Reminds me of Roy Orbison.

I've also just put Midlake's The Trials of Van Occupanther on. It's lovely, but it's from 2006. And do I need another Radiohead like band to get to know when I've slipped so behind with the real thing?

And all this in a year when two of my favourite ever bands have released new albums that I've not even listened to: Prefab Sprout and Flaming Lips. I've also been told I must check out the new Madness effort The Liberty of Norton Folgate. I've heard one track - Idiot Child - and yes, it's great.

I simply don't have the dedication, or time, for all of this music hunting, if I'm brutally honest. Should I just give up?

Snow patrol

So, Marple featured on BBC News 24 quite a lot, so the nation could see the brave citizens panic buying milk and amusing their children.

According to an official document from Stockport MBC, here, we live in priority route 8, which includes most of Marple's other roads. The main roads from Offerton, up through Stockport Road, then up Station Road and over Brabyns Brow are on priority route 4, which should get grit first. The rest can just struggle along, it would appear.

It really has been fruitless with the volume of snow. It is almost not worth salting and gritting. The only way to clear snow is to shovel it.

My point I failed to make yesterday, but which occured today was how the weather bulletin focuses so heavily on roads. And yet, the trains were running fine. Clearly so many people just don't even factor in a train journey as an option unless there is extreme circumstances.

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Snow business

The snow has truly brought out the spirit of the blitz in us Brits. Well, not really, the kids have enjoyed not going to school and it's probably delayed a few people from getting back into the work groove after a lengthy Christmas break.

One thought occured to me this morning on Rose Hill station. There must have been 100 people waiting as the 08:15 was ready to leave at 08:30, a massive increase. Normally these are people who sit in their cars in traffic, but as the roads out of Marple were impassable they joined us. “I’m going to try and catch (this rather primitive thing called) a train.”

Northern Rail get a load of stick, some justified. Their trains are often dirty and draughty, especially the 142 trains. My heart hangs a little heavier when I see one of these buses on rails arrive. Their communication is poor, their website a joke.

But, they've done a good job today. I just hope they can keep it together tomorrow.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

In praise of risk

From the age of 11 to 16 I used to play in woods near our house in Lancaster. We built treehouses, slid down hillsides, watched trains go by and probably were a nuisance from time to time. I think about what our boys do and should be allowed to do all the time.

Near our house in Marple is a dense thicket of woodland and bushes. The kids call it "the forest" and we have have told them they mustn't go there. They do, of course, because they are boys. They like adventure.

When the snow fell over the Christmas holidays the boys wanted to go sledging. The best place nearby was Marple golf course. I'm sure the greenkeeper will be appalled, but some of the slopes, particularly on the edge of greens were popular with local kids. For our three older boys the best one was a steep drop with a stream running at the bottom. Note to greenkeeper: this slope was "out of bounds" so no green was harmed in the production of this fun activity.

The first mad surge of youth saw a bold attempt to reach the golf course by navigating the forest. However, it ended in success for three, injury to one and very cold hands for the youngest who attempted it gloveless. A rescue operation had to be embarked upon by me.

On another occasion one of the lads found his way back home through the forest. Part of me was cross, but mostly I was impressed at his ingenuity. The others retreated when they were shouted at by a grown up. I don't blame the person concerned, but am pleased my boys are doing this close to home. This is part of growing up, I have a pride in their spirit, however much danger they expose themselves to.

There are also rough older kids round here. Some tried to set fir trees on fire on Saturday close to where our lads were mucking about in the snow. My greatest pride of all was the reaction of our lads to that: "how stupid can you get?"

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Football predictions - how am I doing so far?

At the start of the season I made the following predictions for the season. I'm doing better in Pick the Score too. Currently 141 points, 2nd in the league at work, and the best in the country is on, er, 176.

My predictable top 6 only really has the howler of Liverpool's chronic underachievement. The other big surprise this season, for me, has been Birmingham City. The rest I pretty much stick by. Wait and see.

1 Chelsea (spot on)
2 Liverpool (oh dear)
3 Manchester United (slightly underestimated)
4 Manchester City (only one off)
5 Tottenham (only one off)
6 Arsenal (slightly underestimated)
7 Aston Villa (nearly)
8 Everton (some way off)
9 Sunderland (nearly)
10 Fulham (nearly)
11 ROVERS (over optimistic)
12 Wigan (four out)
13 Stoke (nearly)
14 Bolton (bit off)
15 West Ham (nearly)
16 Portsmouth (way off)
17 Burnley (nearly)
18 Wolves (nearly)
19 Hull (spot on)
20 Birmingham (way off)

No point reminding you about the cup predictions, but I did tip Manchester United reserves for the League Cup.
I said Gary Megson would be the first manager to get sacked, he was third. I still think we'll lose at Turf Moor but rightly predicted a win at Ewood over Burnley and I stick to my prediction that they'll stay up.

Elsewhere, West Brom are still on track to win the Championship, but I'm way off in thinkin that Ipswich and Derby would come up with them. Newcastle have done better than anyone imagined and I'm pleased that Blackpool have proved me wrong. I had Ian Holloway down as a clown, but he's done OK. PNE are indeed in mid table, but far from happy.

Huddersfield and Charlton may still go up. Looks like I was wrong about Dirty Leeds staying down. But sadly I was right about Stockport County going down.

It's a good job I'm not a gambler.

Lest we forget

Collection of cool people who have slipped off this mortal coil in 2009. Idiots are mourned elsewhere. Link here.

Hat tip: Chas Devlin.

Marple Leaf reviews 2009

Here are this blog's highlights of 2009 based on the ten most common categories.

Blackburn Rovers - well, I'm on a bit of a downer about this at the moment, but the win over Burnley was a very special day.

Marple - I was moved beyond words at how Marple turned out for Remembrance Day.

Book review in a lift - I still haven't got over quite how brilliant The Road by Cormac McCarthy is. As with many fine things in life it was recommended by my best pal John Dixon.

Friends - we've really enjoyed time with our friends this year, from trips to Center Parcs, Amsterdam, Cornwall, at home and on football tour.

Wine - Stopping drinking for a few months was quite a cleansing experience. That said, a very hearty Unicorn from Robinson's went down well on Tuesday.

Politics - what a dreadful mess. Definite low point was the North West electing that goon. Tory conference in Manchester was good sport, liked Philip Blond and Philip Hammond. Cameron was vapid.

Commuting - It has been a very pleasant year on the Rose Hill thunderbolt, unless the worst guard on the railway is working.

Jokes - I had a go at stand-up, of a manner, but I still think the best joke I've heard this year is this - the best Irish joke ever.

Music -I've really struggled with new music this year. Nothing really stands out. But live wise, Elbow with the Hallé was an amazing experience.

Blogging - this was the year when I got into Twitter, but never at the expense of this blog. I will resolve in the new year to cross post, link and blog a great deal more.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Pictures of the decade

There are some astonishingly good pictures here from the decade we are about to depart.

Hat tip: Norm.

Monday, December 28, 2009

Disappointment in Blunderland

There are insufficient adjectives for awfulness to describe the first half of Blackburn Rovers v Sunderland.

Four hours later I still feel deep disappointment.

Disappointment that I haven't had a chance to see two of my favourite opposition players: Steed Malbranque and Kenwyn Jones, both absent today.

Disappointment that Sunderland were unambitious and jaded.

Disappointment that Blackburn Rovers failed to take advantage of that.

Disappointment that the mood of our supporters is so downbeat, so passionless and so resigned to being served up rubbish.

Disappointment that Keith Andrews is booed by morons when his name is read out.

Disappointment that Morten Gamst Pedersen failed to complete a single pass in the first 45 minutes.

Disappointment more than anything with a negative mental attitude from the manager. Looking back now, we had Manchester United and Liverpool there for the taking at their low points. But he has this view that we're little Blackburn. Mark Hughes never settled for that, and neither did Allardyce when he was at Bolton.

Was there any satisfaction from today? There was until I heard our manager say this:

"We haven't got the clout to go out and buy a Bent or a Peter Crouch."

No, but we do have one of the brightest talents from Chelsea - Franco Di Santo. You, Sam Allardyce, spunked £7m on a Croatian striker who hasn't started a Premier League game yet. We do have a striker who will play in the next World Cup, who just 2 seasons ago, scored 19 goals. These are just excuses and I'm fed up with them.

For me, this represented a crucial turning point in our season. Lose; and it's the prospect of a relegation scrap for the rest of the season. Win; and we can think about cracking on and building confidence for the upcoming cup games. Instead, a draw just prolongs the uncertainty.

As for our family season ticket; it would have cost a painful £80 for us all today. Rachel and Elliot came as well. That means we have got £417 worth of football out of tickets, more than they cost. Any more of this shite and we'll be off to Mossley, Hyde United and Stalybridge Celtic.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Believe in the Sign by Mark Hodkinson - reviewed

I reviewed Mark Hodkinson's novel here - it's called The Last Mad Surge of Youth. If that wasn't a hearty enough recommendation, then one of my top 3 bloggers, here, has also picked up on the author's "ear" and it's authentic qualities - a rock novel you can believe in, he says.

For more, then I can also testify to the delights of Believe in the Sign, Hodkinson's memoir loosely based around following his hapless football club. But really it is a broader reflection on growing up in a northern town in the 1970s and 1980s. I liked it because it is honest, true and full of warmth. There is plenty of crossover with his novel (and why not?) and certainly a great deal more about the lows and more lows of following Rochdale FC. But it's achingly good; it manages to be vivid without being nostalgic or twee, which takes some doing. The passages about his relationship with his parents are just wonderful.

Welcome to readers of the Normblog

One of the earliest inspirations for this blog - back in 2006 - was Norman Geras, custodian and master of the excellent Normblog. I was very flattered to be asked to be the 327th profile on his blog this week. It's here.

To visitors from Professor Norm's blog, I say welcome, but can't promise anything particularly highbrow or as wise as what you may be used to. Have a poke around by all means - the politics and Manchester labels may be of more appeal to you than Blackburn Rovers and Marple ones, but you never know.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Ham is where the heart is

We've had a lovely day today. Went for lunch at the Highwayman Inn near Kirkby Lonsdale, a real treat and a chance to chill out with my Mum who is working tomorrow. But beyond this special dimension, I also rediscovered the delights of York Ham, which was on the specials menu. It's a way of curing ham that originated in York (obviously) but is one of those food curios that is looking for special status that only ham cured in York can call itself a proper York Ham. Well, I don't care where it comes from, but it's blooming well brilliant. Tender and sweet, a layered over a hearty dollop of bubble and squeak it can't be beat.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

My mate.... Dave Crossen #3 in a series

This random shuffle of my address book, ahem, has today thrown up... Dave Crossen.

When we were at University in Manchester from 1985-1988, living in 245 Upper Brook Street, we formed a circle of friends that did very well to stay close over the years. We shared houses and flats with various combinations in London, settled down, were best men and ushers at each others weddings. I'll admit I'm really only close to one of the group - John Dixon, Joe's godfather - it's not that we've fallen out, we just went off in different directions. Dave, from Leeds, went to New York. I haven't seen him for ages (3 years), but remarkably he is in Manchester today to stay with his brother (another great lad) and we're meeting for a drink tonight. We have much to catch up on.

Stockport County without a paddle

Stockport County supporters, here, have planned a demonstration and protest march today as their club slides towards oblivion. I wish them well, but fear the worst.

Here is how one County fan I know articulated it:

The worst day in our history wasn't losing any of four important games at Wembley, it wasn't two successive relegations, it wasn't applying for re-election, it wasn't getting knocked out the cup against Everton with a really fluke goal a second after our equaliser, it wasn't that cheating Ted McMinn ruining our promotion day at the twin towers, it wasn't being robbed at Boro in the league cup semi in 97, it wasn't even taking on Carlton Palmer as manager, nor sacking two of our best ever managers Bergara and Gannon, it wasn't losing 0-6 at little tiny Macc Town, it was the day the buffoons in charge of us signed us over to Sale f***ing Sharks, owned by a ruthless multi-millionaire who saw us coming and f***ed us for all we're worth, it's our pitch it's our ground, only it's not any more, 100 odd years of history and great times, and I now hate the place.

I can't begin to imagine how it must feel. I feel shame that as a football supporter I've been on Edgeley more times to watch egg chasing than the beautiful game.

For Sale Sharks, though they are doing OK, as discussed here, their owner doesn't want to be in Stockport any more. It would be better if they sorted out a new ground of their own at Sport City, or a share with Salford Reds at their planned new stadium near the Trafford Centre.

As for County, they need a clean slate, which is easier said than done. I know at least three potential bidders who have walked away in horror from what is happening. And the longer the administrators are in, clocking up fees, the harder it becomes to secure a deal. They desperately need to be out of administration this season. If they don't, they are down and out playing Stalybridge Celtic and Hyde United, if they are lucky. The trouble is, the entry ticket to football club ownership is of such a level now it is beyond the gift of a philanthropic fan - and there are no banks willing to lend - so making a profit on buying a distressed asset has proved uncertain. It has ceased to be worth the effort.

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Red Lion in High Lane - reviewed

The third of our restaurant reviews for families has been published on Manchester Confidential.

Here's a flavour of our visit to the Red Lion in High Lane:

There is no better host at any restaurant I’ve been to than Steve Pilling. Period. Robinson’s brewery have spotted that and they must have sunk the thick end of £1m into this. He has raised the game in this relatively barren corner of Greater Manchester with a local pub restaurant that oozes class.

And here is our report.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

The Road is now a film

The Road by Cormac McCarthy has been made into a film. It remains one of the best books I've ever read, so I'm anxious it doesn't ruin something so powerful and evocative.

The author is profiled in the paper today, here. It describes him as the ultimate pessimist. I didn't reach that conclusion at the end of The Road, in fact, quite the opposite.

Good weather

There's no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong kind of clothes. Or, in the case of the Highways Agency in Greater Manchester, and Stockport Council, an inability to grit the roads round here. What a shambles.

Tidying up

I've taken a couple of blogs off my links (right) as they haven't been updated recently. If the owners return let me know and I'll restore. Likewise if anyone else out there links to me and I don't link back, please let me know and I'll sort it.

Spooked again

The current series of the ever excellent Spooks reaches the grand finale this week. It's been another belter, despite more plot holes than the roads of Blackburn, Lancashire. But the identity of the bad guys has once again caused scorn.

Nick Cohen makes some very good points in this piece here that the real MI5 is tracking Islamist terrorists pretty much all the time. On the grid meanwhile Sir Harry, Roz and Lucas are battling international cabals, Isrealis, greens, Russkis and private bankers. He traces this as a trend through James Bond and the Bourne series. Even detecting political cowardice and a fear of offending muslims.

First the Greens, then the Jews, then the Hindus-baffled viewers will be expecting the English Quakers and Burmese Buddhists next. Maybe the BBC will get round to them, but as the eighth series of Spooks draws to its conclusion, we know that for the time being at least, the scriptwriters have identified the real enemy. Episode by episode, Harry and his team have learned about a conspiracy of awesome power. As with Bourne and Bond, it is a cabal that has established itself at the highest levels of Western intelligence services. Once again, the good guys must fight the real menace that comes from the enemy within.

We have been at war since 9/11. To judge from popular drama, we have been at war with ourselves.

I think he's overdoing it, personally. AQ is always there in Spooks, but this is daft telly with a need for twists and turns.

And character wise, Roz has had all the best lines in this series. I hope she isn't killed off, you just know that one of them will be.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

All we are saying, is give us a goal

Not much to say about today's game between Blackburn Rovers and Spurs. We lost 2-0 and shouldn't have. The moaning from the fans (including my kids) about the refereeing would have been irrelevant if McCarthy had scored his easy chances. It was cold. We left early, which I never usually do.

Used all the season tickets and smuggled Elliot in. Rachel's working a night shift at the moment and therefore sleeping through the day, so she needed us out. That would have cost us £59, which means we've had £337 worth of footballing fun.

Name that group

I sat down to browse and blog last night but got distracted by this here.

It's a pop music picture quiz. So far I'm on 224 out of 270. The American rockers confuse me.

This is a sure sign that I am beginning to unwind for a 2 week break.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Freedom of expression

Read this. It's about Britain's libel laws.

You may then want to sign this.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

To Hull and back

Had a very enjoyable day trip to Hull City v Blackburn Rovers on Saturday. Another 0-0 draw, but a decent performance lay at the centre of it. Nicola Kalinic gets into some great positions and must score soon, or he'll end up next to Corrado Grabbi on here. All the midfield players had chances galore to blast in a shot, but seem to be looking for the perfect pass. It's where David Dunn is so effective, so his recovery would be welcome.

Away trips are about more than just the match though. Me and my pal Steven got a chance to catch up on this and that without wives or kids in tow. We took the train over and had a look around Hull; finding a decent piece of haddock for lunch, which you'd expect at the seaside. Hull's German christmas market is really just a dressed up car boot sale and tatty market, but it's nice they're trying to make an effort. I'm still not drinking so I probably ruined Steven's day by keeping us out of Wetherspoons.

It was also the 127th ground on which I've watched football and was a rare day out for the flag (pictured).

There was plenty of noisy banter and solid support from the 1500 travelling fans. I'd say 5 per cent are total cretins; real neanderthal dingbats who boo Keith Andrews before he's even taken the field and sing the most offensive and racist songs imaginable about Owen Coyle. A further 20 per cent are just young lads who are easily led. The remainder, that is most Rovers fans, are quite nice people. But it does mean there's a good chance you'll get a nutter in your orbit at a reasonably well attended away match and there isn't anywhere to move to. One idiot, who I recognised from home games, stood up throughout, without a thought for the young lads behind him. No-one asked him to sit down, not even a steward. It was like he was willing anyone to challenge him. We suggested to the teenage lads sat behind him that two seats on our row were empty and that they'd get a better view. They seemed very relieved.

As a parent the question then is do you want your kids subjected to louts standing up in front of you and coming out with this rubbish. I'd say not yet, but that's life.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Get up stand up

Regular readers will have noticed I do a bit of public speaking as part of my job. I enjoy it and try and do new things all the time. Occasionally I tell the odd story, or short joke, but it's always secondary to the main event and core message.

When I heard that Richard Bacon was going to do a night at Edinburgh as a stand up comedian I was full of admiration. I think stand up looks incredibly hard and was interested in what he went through.

Well, last night I had a go myself. Admittedly, 110 people at Marple Cricket Club was not quite an open mic session at a comedy club, but I think it went OK.

My role was to just do a few bits of housekeeping to welcome people to our junior football club Christmas party for parents and supporters, no kids. After dinner, my pal Jason Isaacs was going to be performing with his band A Few Good Men, so the least I could do was put a smile on people's faces to get the evening off to a happy start.

I had the routine worked out: pepper the housekeeping announcements with gags and a few stories about being a football parent.

I started with some short tales about some of the rough arsed places we go to for away matches and a few friendly jibes at local rivals - paying off with an old old gag that some people hadn't heard before.

Next I moved on to golf - we have a club golf day at the same venue - I thanked the bloke who organises it - didn't get much from him and remembered that I just don't know him well enough to take the piss out of his business - which I did consider - but moved on quickly. Quick Tiger Woods quip which was mistimed and misjudged. Move on quickly.

Next, the open goal. The club secretary is a mine of material - Scouser, attractive younger wife, nice bloke, lost weight recently. Kept going for a while with this, lot of laughs. Really pleased, was on a roll here. People seemed surprised and happy.

The finale was an amended joke I've seen done with expert precision by Ted Robbins. So I've introduced people, said thanks, name dropped a Bryan Robson story, so people think it could be possible that we really do have a special guest. I take off my specs. Cough, look nervous and serious and ask for hush. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special surprise guest. He's a local sporting legend, he's fought in Manchester and Las Vegas, he's held world titles, he usually walks out into bigger rooms than this to the chimes of Blue Moon, but tonight let's give a warm Marple welcome to our special *surprise* guest tonight.... Ricky "the Hitman" Hatton."

This will either die on its arse, or people will believe it. They look round, they applaud. There are gasps.

I put my glasses back on. And I say, squinting at the table by the door: "Oh dear. I'm sorry love."

Bingo. It works. The best and biggest laugh of the night. I love this. What an incredible feeling. Time to end, quit now on a high. Thank them for their time, encourage them to give generously.

This may not count as a "thing to try before you die" but it was a nerve wracking experience and something new for me. I'd like to have another go, in another environment, and will work on more stories. 'Ave it!

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

The Last Mad Surge of Youth - book review


Reading fiction, for me, requires a longer sitting than 20 minute bursts on commuter trains. I'm pleased I made the effort to finish this excellent book. I liked the vivid and anti-nostalgic account of a northern upbringing in the 1970s and the journeys of friends, forming a band and forging an identity. It's bleak at times and though there are large passages that make you feel uneasy, it's never a difficult read. Mark Hodkinson is an observant writer with a good ear, Martin. And the two friends at the centre of the story - think Our Friends in the North with guitars - are vivid and recognisable characters. One of the reviews, here, conjurs up another book I've enjoyed recently - John Niven's Kill Your Friends - noting by way of contrast that this avoids the sex drugs and rock n roll - but instead centres on notions of ambition and courage.

Heartily recommended - 8/10.

And there is something quite special about a Pomona book.

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Clive James and Martin Amis on ageing

If you look in the forthcoming events section of any national newspaper or political magazine or literary journal, you can't help but be struck by the vast number of intellectual events taking place on any night of the week. In London.

Rather than moaning about this, I went to an event last night at the University of Manchester where Martin Amis (60) and Clive James (70) were talking about ageing in literature. How the voices of the aged were sadly missing - how Dickens and Shakespeare died in their 50s. Where then is there a voice from the elderly?

Fascinating it was. Amis opened up by bemoaning the later works of John Updike, who had "lost his ear".

James retorted with several aces skillfully flipped on the table: Tolstoy, Goethe, Yeats. In particular Yeats "exploited the power of reflection, a transparency denied to the young," said James.

They both had the intellectual sharpness, but confessed to rattling a little.

Speaking to Clive James afterwards he spoke of his own impatience and vigour for the web. His own work in progress - CliveJames.com - he finds intruiging and beguiling. Oh to be young again.

The audience was appreciative and lapped it up. There is a healthy intellectual life here, but it needs feeding and supporting.