Saturday, April 03, 2010

Another terrible political poster

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Who on earth thought this would be a good idea? The Labour poster depicting David Cameron as Gene Hunt, the detective from Ashes to Ashes, is a spectacular own goal. Hunt is unorthodox, strong and successful. He is politically incorrect, which is one of his charms.
And, in the latest series, which started last night, we are reminded that the 80s was a time of ambition and prosperity for those who wanted it. Despite his rough edges, Alex Drake played by Keeley Hawes says Hunt is "one of the good guys". His nemesis is a smarmy college boy on the make.
The media reaction is hostile already, here. And a much better Tory idea is this:



Friday, April 02, 2010

Insider's election coverage

This blog isn't about work, but... I'm very proud of Insider's pre-election special.

There's an exclusive interview that Rob McLoughlin did with George Osborne, with great pictures from Paul Adams.

I'm still expecting a hung parliament, but not only do I think this is likely, I think it could be the best option too.

You can have a glimpse here, but get hold of a copy to read the full thing. Print magazines are still gorgeous things, hold it, feel it, read it, smell it.

Good Friday links

Here are a few things I've been interested in this week.

Philip Blond's book is out soon. His attempts to create the mood music for a new Conservatism are intruiging. Some thoughts on him here and here. There are certainly some positive ideas around local community organisations and the state.

Moving swiftly on, a brilliant Daily Mail song here.

I do enjoy waking up to Nicky Campbell, but not when he has to get his mouth around The West Kent Hunt, here.

Wonder what was going on with Adrian Chiles' beard recently? Great description from David Quinn here: He looks "like the violent alcoholic captain of a Victorian steamship". Superb.

Dan Clough's Rovers Return blog has been particularly good this week. Great match report and a superb piece on the new season ticket prices. It's here.

Rory Sutherland, here, on why Brummies make good creative thinkers.

New blog here from Simon Sinclair, one of my Saturday touchline companions.

And more profound thoughts from Steve Connor's Headstretcher blog here.

Holy Thursday in Marple

It was Holy Thursday Mass last night at Holy Spirit Church in Marple. This is one of my favourite services of the year. There is a special devotional feel to the night before Good Friday. The choir were in good voice, the eucharistic ministers reaffirmed their special role in the community. As of course does the priest, who washes the feet of twelve men. Well, it was six, including me last night.

These are difficult times for the Catholic Church, but they are also difficult times the world over. There is a constant need to stand up to injustice and to tell truths.

A very happy Easter to you all.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

"We're having a party...

...when Burnley go down." I have a lot of respect for Alistair Campbell, especially after reading his report of the Burnley v Rovers match today, here. It has all the pain of the real fan. The torture of the away fans song ringing in your ears long after the final whistle. The injustice at cheating and bad decisions going against you. Seeing a better organised, more talented, more ambitious team beat yours. Knowing too that your closest rivals have not only beaten you, but have slammed a nail in your coffin and you are going down. I know it because that's what happened to us at Easter 1979 at Ewood Park.

In fact, that was one of the other songs that will have hurt today - 31 years, my Lord, 31 years.

It's all there, read it, I'm too exhausted from all that singing and jumping up and down to add anything to the permanent record of the day.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

My mate.... Walter Menzies #5 in a series

In this random shuffle of my address book I've popped up my mate Walter Menzies, who this week ended his tenure as the chief executive of the Mersey Basin Campaign. I'm ever so slightly gutted I didn't make the wake last night to mark the end of the campaign which has worked ever so hard to clean up the waterways of the North West. I say ever so slightly as I hear (through the medium of Twitter) that there are sore heads today.

We first met in about 2002 when he asked a few people to take part in some discussions about the work of the campaign. He's a great supporter of regionalism and the environment and I've enjoyed working with him on the North West Business Environment Awards and on the book, The Mersey, The River That Changed The World. He was also chairing one of the most memorable planning meetings I have attended, enlivened by the late, great, Anthony Wilson, and which I mention here.

His LinkedIn profile tells us he is now actively developing a "diverse portfolio" of work to follow up what he did at the campaign... and he's looking for new assignments that make use of his experience and contribute to the sustainable development of Northwest England...and beyond.

Walter is a warm, witty and very generous chap. Any day is brightened by a call from Walter demanding in his Caledonian drawl to speak to "Lord Gnome from that scurrilous comic" and to enjoy the sharing of gossip. Very proud to know him.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

A trip to Burnley and the suspension of human rights

It's derby day tomorrow, Burnley v Blackburn Rovers at Turf Moor. The fact that we're playing our closest rivals at the business end of a season that sees them in deep trouble adds to the spice. We should win, but I'm obviously nervous.

Tickets are only available to season ticket holders who've also been to a couple of away games. You also have to agree to have your human rights suspended for the day and travel under heavy police protection. For a 12pm kick off within 10 miles of Ewood Park we have to be on a bus at Ewood at 9am. I may even get to read the Observer for a change.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Worcester Sauce

Went to see veteran pollster Bob Worcester lecture at the University of Manchester last week. He was an impressive presenter. You can read his analysis of the numbers here. But, as he warned, events can change everything.

But he also expanded on a further theory that has been pretty robust over the years:

Allow me to present a prediction model for determining the outcomes of British general elections, which over the period since 1950 has a record to match Bob Mackenzie’s swingometer. (See Table.) All you have to do to predict which of the major parties will have an overall majority in the Commons following the election is to note the shirt colours usually worn by the current holders (on election day) of the FA Cup.

It points to a Conservative win. As Chelsea are the current cup holders. Read the whole thing, here.

Hidden gems

I enjoyed watching Steven Byers, Geoff Hoon and Patricia Hewitt being stitched up on Dispatches last night. They are three of the most patronising and vapid relics of New Labour at its most joyless. But as David Hepworth says here, it was a proper stage managed stripe up. Every edit, every angle was designed to show them in the worst possible light.

In a previous life I tried to dig into this murky world. I'll try and dig out the magazine.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Great things on a wet morning in Gatley

There's a link here to a report on a wonderful performance by the Marple Athletic JFC Under 11s this weekend against Cheadle & Gatley JFC. My pal Jason Isaacs, the coach, has been saying all season that this group of boys has incredible talent and potential, they just don't believe it themselves. Well, it was awesome to see them this weekend. As a Dad, I felt very proud of my son and his group of friends.

Justice for victims of priesthood abuse

The cover up of abuse by priests is horrific. There is no excuse for it and as Catholics we condemn those who have done so. There needs to be the same zealous pursuit of abusers as there has been for those who committed crimes against humanity during the Nazi holocaust. Justice. Forgiveness can come later. But justice must prevail.

Football lasts 90 minutes

I have never been able to understand football fans who leave games early. I mean, what's the point? I have left games at 3-0 down when I've had children with me, but think it's important to stay until the end.

Dan Clough draws attention to this on his excellent Rovers Return blog, here. We obviously sit just above him in the Blackburn End and see the numpties leaving early in the Riverside, but not near him. When we had seats on the front row of the Riverside it used to drive us mad that the early leavers would stop and block our view.

The TV cameras show the Riverside with its walkway at the front, with fans leaving early. I explain to those who ask that it's actually a cut through between Aldi and Lidl and they aren't actually football fans at all.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The worst political poster ever...

I can think of nothing good to say about this poster which I photographed this morning on Marple train station.

It is absolutely vile.

The type is hard to read. When you do read it you find a meaningless slogan. Then there's the horrible Union Jack background and the sky, which doesn't work on any level at all.

The colours are horrible, the picture is lazily slapped on. The fact that Annesley Abercorn and David Cameron are gurning like idiots and leaning out of the back of an OLD LONDON BUS beggars belief. Your mind drifts to thinking whether an old Routemaster would get up Brabyns Brow.

Then there is the context. It confronts you as you wait for an old horrible train that was brought into service the last time the Conservatives were in power.

It offends the decency of Marple by implying that they understand what it is that needs to change in Marple without ever having been here.

None of this is political at all. But is this the best they can do? Is this the most provocative and inspiring message that the slickest political machine in western Europe can come up with? Demon Eyes, Labour Isn't Working, Labour's Tax Bombshell were powerful pieces of political propaganda. If you were a Tory donor you would have every right to be livid.

However it has one redeeming feature. It is screaming - DEFACE ME.

Where are the Blue and White Knights?

I do another blog, here, about murders and executions. Sorry, mergers and acquisitions and corporate finance. The latest is about Blackburn Rovers. The asking price has been slashed but it still seems beyond the reach of wealthy Rovers fans willing to have a go. I rang one today to see what he thought. He was at Cheltenham, with another of that crowd.

Anyway, here's a flavour:

Conversations have taken place consistently over the last five years since the Jersey-based trustees of the Walker family put the club up for sale. As is the case with all football takeover activity a number of chancers and charlatans have appeared from time to time, but no credible bid for the business has been tabled, and certainly none have been seriously considered.

Expressions of interest have come from wealthy individuals from India, China and most recently from Abu Dhabi. But even at £25m there is no-one in the executive fan base with the means, or the will, to step into those large Walker shoes.

As a business Blackburn Rovers Football and Athletic plc has turnover of £53m. It has the strong possibility of being able to sustain Premier League football through the next cycle of television deals. The problem for a purchaser is there’s actually very little upside. By common consent the club is well run, has no massive debts now that the Walker investment of the 1990s has been rolled over into equity.

A link to the full piece is here.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Room, with a view

Was very much looking forward to lunching at Rosso today, the newish restaurant part owned by Rio Ferdinand. However, it had flooding in the toilets so was closed. We ate at Room instead, which I had said I didn't like. Well, apart from being almost empty and the trim hanging off the table, it was OK. Nothing special, but OK.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

People's food

As a place to spend a weekend Manchester gets a bad press nationally, but they mostly miss the point.

The restaurants get royally slagged off on a pretty regular basis and that's without even mentioning Michael Winner. Matthew Norman in the Guardian stuck it to Modern, here and I thought he was unfair. My second favourite food writer, Jay Rayner, always seems disappointed; though he at least deserves credit for consistently making the effort without making it seem like a chore. His latest trip was to Glamorous in Ancoats and the review here concurred with ours on ManCon, here.

Max Davidson in the Daily Telegraph gives Manchester a good write up here. It's noticable for not lapsing into that Factory Records nostalgia. But his choice of restaurants was interesting. One was too obvious, the other a hidden gem. I've never liked Room, but Ning is terrific and deserves every accolade going.

OK, there are no Michelin stars and fine dining in Manchester is an oxymoron. But as Manchizzle makes the point here, street food and cafe food is absolutely thriving at the moment. I know it sounds like a cliche but Manchester is always best when it is original, and modern. Not derivative and nostalgic.

And my favourite food writer? Seriously. He's here.

The time of Dave

Irrespective of the politcal winds we watch, the main reason the public haven't flocked to David Cameron and his shiny new Conservatives is simple, they don't stand for anything. A profile in Vanity Fair, here, captures it well.

Cameron is basing his campaign and, too, his idea of the Third Way—this further chapter in Clintonian and Blair-ite politics—on his being the bulwark against disagreeable and ugly people and other nameless terrible things. And he is counting on the fact that fewer and fewer voters will ask those old-fashioned questions about identity and provenance, which, after all, in the modern world are, for so many people, ever changing and fluid.

This is the moment he has to sieze. And yet the headlines this weekend are being made by the two people who could most easily propel him into Downing Street. His wife and LibDem leader Nick Clegg, another one for whom the above description applies.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

General Election briefing

Who better to sum up the campaigning issues in the forthcoming general election than Malcolm Tucker. Political betting is a very good site, still favouring a narrow Conservative win. Then there's this bloke here, but I think it might be a spoof.

Festivals

Latitude looks like it would be a wonderful festival to take the kids too, but it's an awful long way away. Some of the kids (especially this one) would have loved to have seen Half Man Half Biscuit at Cornbury two years ago, but they don't discount, so we didn't go. But it's free for under 12s now. Green Man in Wales features the magnificent Flaming Lips and also seems child friendly. There's also one in Cornwall called Creationfest which we actually drove past last year, but didn't go. Even though we're all Catholics in this house, it doesn't feel right.

What's the point?

Not such a profound point, but a thought? It pays to reflect and pause for thought about what this blog is for. A few rules I've pretty much stuck by. Be honest, be loyal, be kind.

But it's defined by what it must not be about. It must not be about private things that must stay private: family, relationships, problems and health.

It's not one of these anonymous confessional blogs that quickly run out of steam, so I have to be accountable to everything that's in it. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. So it must be true and accurate.

It's not about work, so all manner of business issues are out of bounds. And I don't talk about what I do at work and people I work with, either at Insider or in other things I'm into. There's no danger of a breach of confidentiality.

So what's left? The rest, basically. The journey to work, the stuff that's around us, Marple - this smashing place where we live, the boundaries of parenthood, the stuff on the telly, the Rovers, food, the great city of Manchester, the home county of Lancashire, a little bit of politics. The good bits of family life you want to share, but don't want to bore people with - I hope it's never been like one of those Christmas letters that Simon Hoggart compiled in a book. A few blog posts start just as a story to my Dad starts when he phones to ask - "what have you been up to this week, son?"

The namedropping thing is just a laugh and absolutely not to be taken too seriously. I only go out of my way to get a gurning picture to put in here's me with with someone vaguely famous for the purpose of putting it on here.

Once you cross that line into doing a blog there's a certain acceptance of a degree of narcisissm. The arrogance that comes from believing that what you are doing will be read and appreciated by someone else. It's a strange thing to want to do, but then in 1982, with a pair of scissors, a typewriter, a tube of glue and a steamy head full of inarticulate attitude I put together a fanzine called Positive Feedback and sold it at school, in a record shop and at gigs. What was the point? Exactly.

New blog on the block

Tom Mandall is doing a new blog called A View From the Bridge, which is a view of life from Marple Bridge. There's a link here.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sunday, March 07, 2010

Blackburn Rovers takeover - the Abu Dhabi connection

According to the Sunday People this morning, here, the Blackburn Rovers takeover is back on. Advisers Rothschild are in talks with investors from the Middle East. There was a bit of chatter about this at Soccerex in Manchester last week.

OK, cards on the table time. Here's what I've heard.
  • The asking price has dropped to £25m.
  • The Trustees are utterly disinterested and are now eager sellers.
  • There have been a number of expressions of interest, but the management team carry on regardless.
  • The management team all believe new external investment is essential.
  • The most interested party was not from Dubai, but Abu Dhabi. They have a long term philosophy of developing a club based on a core of experienced players, but also nurturing young players who could be sold on at a good profit.
  • These potential buyers came to meet the players in Dubai when they went for warm weather training in February.
I'm very anxious about all of this. It would be just dreadful if Rovers went from being a well run club to one that gambled it all on "living the dream" or became the pawn of some egotist or chancer. Look at Southampton, Leeds, Portsmouth and Crystal Palace. It can never be confirmed but the late Jack Walker wished for everything to be done to ensure the long term future of the Rovers. I think the way the board operate suggests that they live by that philosophy. But he also hoped his investment would propel Rovers to a position where they would be self funding.

There is a bizarre thread on the Lancashire Telegraph messageboard referring to a plan to get 100 people to stump up £500K each. I'm sorry, I think I'm reasonably well connected amongst well-heeled Rovers fans and I can say with some certainty that is an absolute non-starter.

The closure of BBC Radio6 Music - my thoughts

I'm saddened but not surprised by the BBC's decision to close 6Music. The liberal and plural echo chamber that is Twitter has hummed with indignation on this all week.

I do enjoy listening to Julie Cullen's excellent news podcast and occasionally to the DAB, but it felt like an experiment. I still think sticking it on DAB makes it difficult to reach out to a bigger audience, but also it got Radio 1, Radio 2 and even Radio 3 off the hook and they've ended up less likely to take risks with new music. Mark Thompson has argued that Radio 2 could take up some of the best of 6.

As Broken TV, here, argues, the podcast downloads from iTunes build a different picture of delivery and debunks the popularity argument.

Nigel Smith also puts forward a well constructed view here. On the subject absorbtion by R1 and R2, he says:

It's unlikely that the playlist dominated output on Radio 1 and 2 will ever appeal to 6 Music fans especially if Radio 2 adopts the Strategy Reviews's proposal to commit "to at least 50% speech during daytime". This means that if elements of 6 Music's output do find a new home they'll likely be in "specialist music" slots. The joy of 6 is that you can turn it on at any hour of the day or night and hear a new song you've recently discovered, an old one you've forgotten you loved or something amazing that you've never heard before. Best of all, for the most part you'll be guided to that music by a presenter who's passionate and knowledgeable about what they are playing.

I'm tended to the rather defeatist view that this is the shape of things to come. We are emerging, blinded, from a dark tunnel where we have staggered from the land of plenty into something more frightening and more austere. There are many things, as a nation, we hold dear that we may now have to question and to forfeit. A minority station in a public service broadcasting empire is just one of them.

To end on a lighter note, Nigel Hughes has some helpful suggestions for other sacrifices, here, though I could also add: chauffeurs for Shearer, Hansen, Lawrenson and Dixon.

Patricia Roberts of Marple Bridge - visionary

In a bizarre twist of circumstance, I have struggled to really get going with Matthew Engel's book Eleven Minutes Late - a train journey to the soul of Britain because I only really get time to read when I'm travelling on trains. The commute takes half an hour and this is one of those books where dipping in and out doesn't do it justice. That all said, it is a terrific tour de force and at times powerfully written. He doesn't hold back on slamming the inept and the inert for contributing to the mess that is the British railway system. I have particularly enjoyed all references to the "bottom-of-the-barrel" 142 Pacer trains, some of which, he tells, have been sold to Iran as some kind of arm of George Bush's cold war against them. It's a thought provoking, witty and passionate book that made me laugh out loud as much as it made me growl with anger.

Also, the man who stood behind Dr Beeching while he waved his axe was Ernest Marples.

But he quotes a letter from Patricia Roberts of Marple Bridge from 1963 to the Guardian:

"Shall we in a few years time, when traffic in Manchester has inevitably become denser, be bitterly regretting these closures and at great expense be rebuilding commuter lines?"

As Engel points out, in Manchester they now call them trams.

Also, please support the Teenage Cancer Trust Laurie Engel Fund, a trust set up for teenagers with cancer, in memory of Matthew Engel's son who died in 2005.

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

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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?"