Barwick takes on the PAPs

The FA's determination to clamp down on referees has predictably focused attention on incidents such as John Terry squaring up to Mike Riley. The bigger problem, as Brian Barwick has identified, here, is the behaviour of amateur players and pushy parents.

God willing, we have been free of unpleasant incidents with other parents. But Marple Athletic has a clear policy of no swearing, no aggressive chanting, no drunk or drugs, applause for the opposition (within reason) and encouragement rather than chastisement.

A lesson in local history

There was a marvellous little exhibition in one of Marple's hidden gems, The Reading Room on Hibbert Lane. Displaying photographs and artefacts depicting Marple's industrial and social history it was also well thought out with a small cafe at the back serving home made cakes and tables for kids to paint and draw scenes of mills, barges and bridges.

I must have browsed the room for all of, oh, forty seconds before our brood of boys insisted instead on going to the sweet shop or just to scream "Noooooooo, it's boring".

Once inside the home of pornography, sweets and pop, with their grubby fingers in the pick and mix, one expelled some air from his backside that cleared the shop. Another attacked one of his brothers over ownership of a refresher chew. None of them said "thank you" to us.

I know sometimes I present our life as some kind of northern version of The Waltons, but I relay this incident to make it clear that our little angels are quite capable of being horrors.

Est Est Est - rubbish

I can't say I get excited about a visit to the Trafford Centre. Most of the shops just sell tat and as a social and cultural experience it's as shallow as they come. In the seven years that I've lived back up here I've never, ever, bumped into someone I know in there. Until Saturday, when a chap called Gary Tipper made the same choice as us to take his lad for tea: Est Est Est. I can't say with any confidence whether Gary had a good meal, but we didn't.

I chose Chicken on pasta carbonara. Tasteless and bland. The chicken wasn't so much char grilled as just burnt, then warmed up. Elliot and Matt had pizzas, which they ate, but they looked doughy and undercooked. Joe loves his steak and devoured his, but there was quite a lot of fat on it. Rachel had the same and was underwhelmed in the extreme.

One of the reasons we'll choose a trip to Dumplington over the city centre is that everything you need is close together. But these chain restaurants are starting to disappoint, We've had trips to Giraffe that have been pleasant, but it's just a burger and chips when all is said and done. We've been to a couple of other places there after the pictures, or whatever, and for what you get it's poor value, frankly.

There is one restaurant chain that the kids always love and I routinely enjoy: Pizza Express. and now there's one around the corner from work, hooray. There's a lot to be said for sticking to what you know.

Never mind the WAGs, we're the PAGs

Watching the kids at the weekend is a much more satisfying football experience in so many ways. For a start, the kids haven't had their heads turned by WAGs, but are eagerly cheered on by a very loyal army of PAGs (Parents and Grandparents).

We go to support our own offspring, but encourage the others. We don't swear, curse or become that other blight on junior football - PAPs (Pushy Aggressive Parents).

Max has now got man of the match two weeks running for his goalkeeping heroics for the Under 7s. Joe got man of the match two weeks ago and was made skipper for the Under 9s at Whaley Bridge where they won 1-0. They've been named team of the week on the Marple Athletic blog, which by a remarkable coincidence is run by me. The proper Marple Athletic site should be ready soon, where we'll be much fairer with such features.

Kenny Dalglish - the really special one

So farewell, special one. I liked what Jose Mourinho brought to English football. I remember laughing from the posh seats at Old Trafford when Porto knocked United out and seeing his touchline theatrics.

However, it has also thrown up the debate again about "buying success" which he did. There's a good debate at Comment is Free, here, on why Kenny Dalglish was even more special for building a title winning team at Rovers.

I heard a great rumour last week up in Newcastle. Were Alan Shearer ever to become manager of Rovers, then an as yet untapped pot of Jack Walker money would be opened up for him to create a team to conquer Europe.

Martin Johnson offered Marple Rugby Club coaching job

To the Midland Hotel, Manchester for a top night out with my pal Pat Loftus and some of his team at Deloitte. The occasion was Austin Healey's benefit dinner. Star attractions were Martin Johnson, Sir Steve Redgrave, Dean Richards and Jason Leonard. Martin came over to our table for a chat, which basically involved him telling us what he thought was going wrong with the England rugby team since he retired after leading the World Cup team 4 years ago. He said he's not been offered any jobs at all - not Leicester, England, anything. So I said I could arrange for an interview at Marple Rugby Club if he fancied it. He said he'd think about it. He even signed a pre-contract on my place setting. I know people at Marple RUFC pop into this blog from time to time. If you need me to do any more to sort this out, you know where I am. Always happy to help.

Anyway, top bloke. I liked the fact he spat out the name "Francis Baron" with barely concealed disgust. I've never liked the chief executive of the RFU, he's a pompous twit who has landed on his feet. He used to run a dreadful satellite TV company WH Smith Television, which then did Screensport and some other dire channels. I recall him being thanked at a Rugby dinner for the 1991 World Cup as Francis Bacon. His face was a picture.

Interesting perspective on New Zealand from Martin. The fear of failure could well paralyse the team, he thinks.

Here's a dreadful photo of us taken by Damian Sanders on my mobile phone camera.

Y Factor photos available

We've had such a great response to last week's Y Factor event which has raised £21,000 for MENCAP, a charity to help people with learning difficulties.

There are some pics doing the rounds and you will soon be able to see a rogues gallery here. To whet your appetite here's Sean Fitzgerald belting out Delilah.

Don't forget you can still donate online to sponsor me here.

1-0 to the bully boys

When I said that there was more to Rovers than a bunch of bully boys, I didn't then expect us to get out muscled by 'Arry Redknapp's southern softies. But out and on the bench was fresh faced Mattie Taylor and the team that was mullered by Arsenal, in were a sturdy and solid bunch that wouldn't be afraid to get in a boxing ring. Five in midfield, strong at the back. 1-0. Game over.

Key moment that summed it up was when all seven foot of Chris Samba apologised to all fifteen stone of the mean glowering steel machine that was playing in Benjani Mwaruwari's shirt.

Might have been a different game if Santa Cruz had scored early, but he didn't.

And we really missed Ryan Nelsen.

Not such a fun run

It's an appalling jibe coming from an indolent oaf like me, but I have been known to comment to first time long distance runners on hearing of their times - "what happened, did you get lost?"

Sadly, at the Marple 10k this weekend that is exactly what happened. Runners took a wrong turn and ended up lost in a housing estate in High Lane. Competitors were grumpy, angry, bemused and in the case of my pal Wolfie - amused. Some refused to accept their times.

There are two theories doing the rounds. One is that a gaggle of supporters obscured a sign. Another is that some scallies chucked it in a canal.

Personally, I can't believe it was the best thing to do the day after the extremely successful Marple Food and Drink Festival, but Wolfie assures me that the best prep for a fell run is an Archer's pie.

Ten thoughts on being so flipping busy

Ten thoughts here are a list of ten things I've got to sort this weekend.

It's the Marple food and drink festival this weekend. Should be a cracker. Rather than me blather on about it, please check out the programme of events here.

It's also Rachel's birthday. Present is a surprise, but I think she'll like it.

We've got friends coming over on Saturday and I have only just decided what to eat and drink> It's one thing cooking seven plates of tea for us on a weeknight, it's another doing a dinner party which I've not done in yonks.

Joe is playing for Marple Athletic Under 9s at home this week. He was man of the match last week. So proud.

I've got to sort some things for the Marple Athletic website and get them to Stuart Manley at IF Consulting.

Max and Louis are playing for Marple Athletic under 7s at Curzon Ashton on Sunday. Both played in goal last week, both kept clean sheets.

Got to work out where to meet my Dad at Roverrrs on Sunday. Can we overcome last night's defeat in Greece? How badly will we miss Nelsen?

Got to remember to file my predictions in the Guardian league. Currently tucked in behind Neil Tague in the Insider office league table.

On Friday night we have to sort out diaries for the next month. We are both so busy at work at the moment.

But we also have to catch up with the next few episodes of Spooks on the Series 5 DVD. We're in the middle of the Saudi embassy siege at the moment. Next is this one, here, a personal fave. Best Harry Pearce quote: "Please tell me the finest minds of British intelligence can tell me a bit more about these people than typing "League of Christ" into Google dot com."

And send congratulations pressies and card to my friends Mike and Jen on the birth of their daughter Tabitha.

That's eleven, told you we were busy.

The law won!

What an amazing experience last night at the Y Factor fundraiser for MENCAP. Eight vocal acts performed with a live backing band, which is much harder than karaoke. We were picked apart by a panel of judges, which included Terry Christian, Angie Robinson and Jo Price from the vocal academy.

I performed I Fought The Law by The Clash. I chose this because I can't really sing - but I can shout - and there was plenty of opportunity to ham it up with an electric guitar (unplugged).

The winner was Sean Fitzgerald from Cobbetts solicitors who did a belting version of Delilah, causing knicker throwing and mass audience participation. So, yes, I fought the law, and the law won.

Everyone did really really well. It was a great night. Mike Reeves and Jeremy Smith put the band together and they were amazing. Real quality.

The target for all our efforts was to raise £20,000 for MENCAP. I think we're well on our way. Thanks too to everyone who has sponsored me. The pledges on my justgiving page, here, are up to £695, and I've had cheques, cash and promises up to £1400.

If you haven't done so already, please donate to support the great work that MENCAP do in the Manchester area.

Our friends in the North East

To Gosforth Park, Newcastle for the first ever North East Dealmakers Awards event. It was top night. We don't have a magazine up here, but we have run a few breakfast events in Newcastle city centre and our handy guides have been well received.

The awards event went really well. Even for a Tuesday night plenty of people stayed late. The production of the event was as quality as ever. Understandably there's a feeling around these parts that Northern Rock has been badly treated by the national media, fuelling hysteria and panic.

Big winners on the night were the boys over at McInnes Corporate Finance, which used to be called Quantum but was bought last year. We don't choose the winners, we put it out to a vote in the market and the cheer that greeted Chris Appleby's win showed he was a popular winner. I don't think he was surprised either.

Pennine Lancashire - dream no more

Yesterday I popped up to Blackburn for the launch of the new brand for Pennine Lancashire. It's so easy to scoff at things like brands, images, positioning statements and brand values. Especially as they seem very un-Lancashire. But as part of Yvette Livesey and Tony Wilson's work on thinking up new ideas to help regeneration projects with Elevate, the housing renewal project, they rightly concluded people needed to have something bolder and better to aspire to as well as better houses.

This gorgeous new brand includes the most striking contour of East Lancashire - Pendle Hill. Rachel still gets goose bumps when she sees it on trips back. I meet a lot of numpties from the public sector who speak utter rubbish, but I've got a lot of time for Max Steinberg (centre, above). Peter Saville (right) had something to do with it too. Yvette (left) is motoring on this one and we wish her every success in the world.

Y Factor this week

This Thursday September 20, I will be joining a few other good old boys and girls from around town in potentially making a complete fool of myself. I will be the last of eight acts performing on stage with a proper backing band in a (lack of) talent competition we’ve cunningly called Y FACTOR. It's being held at Studio 28, which is on Peter Street in Manchester.

I've never done anything like this before but was persuaded to do so in the cause of MENCAP. All money raised will go towards helping the 200,000 children and adults with a learning disability in the North West.

Please sponsor me. I'd ask you (again) to come and support me on the night, but I think the event has pretty much sold out. Marie at Mencap - marie.arnold@mencap.org.uk may have some more tickets.

The easiest way is to make a pledge on a special website I’ve set up here.

Or you can just send me an email telling me what you are willing to pledge.

To read how we all did, there will be coverage in the October issue of North West Business Insider and here on my this blog.

Ten thoughts on business speakers

Ten thoughts late on a Friday afternoon about speakers at business events. I've seen all sorts, I can tell you. Here are ten.

Best speaker at any event I have ever been involved with: Kevin Roberts (2005, Lowry Hotel), link to his blog is here, but he blew our audience away with his force of ego, power of his message and his adrenline shot of inspiration. Awesome.

Worst speaker at any event I have ever been involved with: Wayne Hemingway telling an audience of Liverpool property developers Scouse jokes, then running a slide show of bad buildings in Liverpool all built by his audience.

Best comic at a business event: Sean Styles.

Business speaker I've seen the most: Alastair Campbell (five, best was at Hyde Town Hall)

Best politician at an after dinner event: David Cameron, CBI in Liverpool 2007.

Worst politician: Charles Kennedy, Pro Manchester 2002.

Best rescue of a night by a regular fellah after the speaker was too pissed to speak: Ken Russell, Pro Manchester 2002.

Best business speaker: I can't think of a better one than Michelle Mone last night. Very good indeed.

Best feeling at a business event: seeing Lisa Miles and Neil Tague light up a room as they both did at different events in the last couple of weeks.

Worst feeling: when a speaker you've booked rambles on and on and on. Or is rubbish. Nighat Awan was rubbish and rambled on and on and on.

Boom and Busts

I take back what I said about Scottish speakers. Michelle Mone, the inventor of the Ultimo bra, spoke at the Manchester dinner of the British Venture Capital Association last night. She was funny, passionate and had a very optimistic view of human nature, in stark contrast to Andrew Neil the previous day (who was good, just gloomy). It also helped that if she ever sensed the audience (95 per cent blokes) were getting restless then she'd use the phrase "great pair of tits".

Great do, I really like the good old boys from private equity and corporate finance. Nice buzz of anticipation around the room for Insider's Dealmakers Awards this year.

Marple business event

I'm very proud to live in a town like Marple where businesses with character compete effectively against out of town superstores, malls, and seem to do well in attracting shoppers back into the town.

There's an event soon where local business people are looking to pool resources and share knowledge and information. I hope it's a great success. It's being held on Wednesday, October 17 from 6 pm to 9 pm at Marple Golf Club, where 16 business suppliers will be on hand to give business improvement advice to members. Exhibitors will be from the fields of marketing, professional services, IT and business services.

There's a link to their website here.

Book review in a lift - The Fallout

OK, so the idea that I could describe a book in the time it took our lift to get the 8th floor is somewhat tested this month. Let's pretend I'm either in the lift of our Yorkshire office, or at the Beetham Tower in Manchester (where I'm going tonight). Here's a longer review than normal of Andrew Anthony The Fallout: How a Guilty Liberal Lost His Innocence. This review will be published in the next issue of Success magazine, which we produce for Manchester Metropolitan University.

It used to be fairly clear what it meant to be on the left of the political spectrum. You were against poverty, sexism, racism and injustice. You supported free speech, gay rights and a redistribution of wealth to make society fairer. You were viscerally suspicious of anyone in business. However, a number of epoch defining historical events have thrown that left label into complete flux. First, the collapse of the Berlin Wall and the death of Soviet era socialism, effectively slayed socialism as a touchstone, or ideology. Then when identity (race, sex, sexuality) replaced class, along came 911 and the war on terror that followed which confused everyone again. Andrew Anthony’s personal journey from London council estate, to Nicaraguan coffee fields through to a career as a writer for liberal newspapers such as The Guardian and The Observer has led him to question the basis of what it means to be a liberal in 2007. He questions the moral climate that sees so many people march in such numbers on London streets against the prospect of regime change in Saddam’s Iraq, or when prominent writers like John Pilger explain the 7/7 bombers as part of a movement against American imperialism. He also poses some uncomfortable questions. If the 7/7 bombers were disaffected and society was to blame for their actions for alienating them as Muslims, then why was the same excuse not brought out for nazi nail bomber David Copeland? Sounds ridiculous when you put it like that, doesn’t it?

One of the most powerful chapters in the book takes in Holland, where film maker Theo van Gogh was butchered in the street by an Islamist for insulting the prophet.

Taking in difficult subjects like race, crime, freedom of speech and the rule of law, it is at times an exhausting read, but still has funny bits, which draw a smile rather than the frowned not which seemed to grip me all the way through.

Lunatic fringes

I've not had time to review everything I've read lately. On holiday I finally managed to finish the Islamist, the very personal account of a young Asian lad who joined the ranks of Islamic militants. It wasn't a particularly enjoyable read, but certainly gave some glimmer of hope that nutters can be seen for what they are eventually, though they amy cause havoc on the way. It's always amused me that the extreme left (SWP, WRP, CP, Respect Party), Islamic loons and the extreme right (BNP, NF, Respect Party, etc) seem to fall out with one another very quickly. The kind of unstable personality that is attracted to them also seems to be incapable of compromise, reason and "agreeing to differ" that they split frequently as a result.

Doom and gloom

If you want an upbeat speech don't invite a Scotsman.

We've just had our excellent Leaders Lunch at the Lowry Hotel, Manchester. Andrew Neil was the guest speaker, who was very good. He was a bit gloomy though. The end of cheap money, the broken society, a hung parliament, the break up of Britain. Thank goodness we're all chippy northerners.