May 2010 Archives

I was in the gym yesterday evening. It was a very nice workout, thanks for asking. I got nice and sweaty on the treadmill and pushed quite a lot of weight around. I completed my abs workout and then had a very pleasant time in the sauna and steam room. I was having my shower and overheard a couple of guys talking. They were arguing about a bike. One of them was going to meet a girl in Newnham later that evening and wanted to borrow the other's bike. He wasn't keen on making the loan so the first guy lost it. He ended up by saying that he was just going to steal a bike.

I'm fucking fed up with attitudes like that. The ungracious little twat couldn't see that borrowing his friend's bike would seriously inconvenience him in spite of his friend explaining why that was the case. Next, he thought that his own plans over-rode not only his friend's but that of a random stranger whose bike he was going to nick. That stranger might have been relying on the bike for transport to work the next day. He didn't think of that. All the moron was bothered about was going to see this girl. I hope she gives him herpes.

A few years ago, I lived in Hull. I bought myself a little Metro. It was local authority blue and bum-basic but I really liked it. One evening I went for a drink after work with a couple of colleagues. I'd parked in the pub car park but came out to an empty parking space after I'd had my lemonade and lime. Some fucker had stolen the car. I reported it to the police and to a very uncaring barman who really couldn't have given a flying fuck. "Car been stolen? Nothing to do with me." I got a call from the police later the same evening. They'd found the car in another pub car park. Some complete and utter arsehole wouldn't fork out the three or four quid for a taxi from one pub to another but would rather completely ruin a stranger's day by nicking their car. Arseholes and fuckwits. I despise them.

I know there are more good people than bad around but the bad ones make me so fucking furious. I'm fed up with them and fed up with being fed up with them. I'd really like to shove them all off somewhere where they can't inflict their thoughtless and casual criminality on the rest of us. Let's turn the Isle of Man into a penal colony.

This is just to test whether this Twitterfeed doobrie works. 

I woke up this morning and it turned out that the world hadn't ended. Dave and Nick did the deal and sold it to their Parliamentary parties. Nobody got anybody else drunk after the feast and slit anybody's throat. Not even slightly.

I was listening to The Today Programme on the way up to Bradford this morning and I was quite cheered by the sound of William Hague. I like him and I haven't the least idea why. Ideologically, he's venomous. I don't like his stand on Europe in particular but because he is such amusing company I'm prepared to put that on one side. I've blogged before about liking politicians for their comedy value and William Hague is the premier example of comedy politicians.

I had just about reconciled myself to supporting a government with David Cameron in charge when I heard that Theresa May had been appointed as Home Secretary and then the God-awful reality of the next five years hit me round the back of the head. Putting Theresa May in charge of the Home Office is like giving Cruella De Ville the keys to a puppy farm. She's not out on the lunatic fringe with Bill Cash but she is much, much more annoying.

I have a problem though. Do I dislike Theresa May not because she's a Tory but because she's a woman? Her attitude to things isn't that far removed from William Hague but I put up with him because I think he'd be a good bloke to go out for a pint with. We could have a robust exchange of views over a couple of pints and maybe a curry afterwards. I can't imagine that admittedly very unlikely scenario ever happening with Theresa May. Hague is a bloke so I can with reluctance give him a chance but because May is a woman, I can't contemplate  her in office at all?

I don't think of myself as in the least misogynistic. I believe absolutely in equality of opportunity in gender, race, religion, sexual orientation and everything else even if you're French or Welsh but apparently not if you're Theresa May.

Gordon Brown announced his resignation late this afternoon and dropped a spanner in the works of the Tories' coalition talks with the LibDems. I haven't stopped laughing since. I know it's hardly a fitting response to what the right wing press is undoubtedly going to call The End of Democracy and Gordon Brown Spitting In The Face Of The British People but I can't help it.

I would be laughing less if the likes of Adam Boulton were handling the situation better. The video of the good bit is here. There is nothing quite so amusing as watching someone lose it when really they shouldn't especially when it's live on air. Okay, Alistair Campbell can be a bit of a shitbag but I'm going to forgive him quite a lot for creating that. Thanks, Al. You've really cheered me up.

Now that Gordon has announced his intention to go, it has cleared the way for more substantive talks between the Labour party and the LibDems on forming an administration. The trouble is that Nick's people and Dave's people are still talking. Or at least they were. William Hague said that it was possible to create a workable agreement with the LibDems on most subjects. Gordon's resignation has even managed to get the Tories to offer a referendum on electoral form, the Holy Grail of the Liberal Democrats. I don't think there's much chance of any Conservative campaigning on behalf of electoral reform. It's a bit like telling a child you'll get them a puppy knowing all the while that you can't because Mummy has an allergy to dog hair. What's more, the child knows that Mummy has the allergy and gets Daddy to promise them a puppy anyway. There will be tears before bedtime.

It's likely that any government formed by a coalition of the LibDems and Labour would be constantly undermined by media which loathes everything they - the media in question - say they stand for. Get ready for all the usual nonsense about immigration, the deficit, crime, defence from the usual suspects. I can't wait. If you think the last 13 years have been hyperbolic, if the LibDems and Labour party pull off this one then you'll see them at their foam-at-the-mouth, rabid funniest.

There is also the slight problem that LibDems and Labour politicians don't get on. You have all the usual party political arguments compounded by personal rivalries which will not have arisen until now. A further problem is that the LibDems are the Millwall of local politics: nobody likes them. I have a friend who served on Hull City Council a few years ago. He was a Labour councillor. He had few problems with the Tory members of the council but lots with the LibDems. He said that they fought the dirtiest campaigns. I've heard similar things from other parts of the country but I have no personal evidence.

One of the criticisms which would be levelled at a Labour LibDem coalition is that it would lack a mandate. If you take the share of the national vote as your reference, then you'll see that Labour and the Liberal Democrats together got 52% of the vote to the Conservatives' 39%. I'd call that a mandate.

All this is idle and barely-informed speculation on my part. I have nothing better to do tonight. I still think that the Tories will get some kind of deal done with the LibDems which will allow David Cameron to command a majority in the Commons. If he blows it, his party will never forgive him. It would be the last chance the Tories have of ever forming a government. It would also give me something to laugh about for years and years to come.

Nigel Rees reported a piece of graffiti in one of his very many graffiti collections of the 1980s. It went more or less like this -

             Henry Kissinger should be bloody well hung

Underneath, in an attractive hand was written -

             He is, my dear. He is.
             Mrs Kissinger

It's an old joke. I'm not all that sure it's a good joke but I like to preserve these things.

I've been thinking about hung parliaments and coalition governments. I like it when politics is exciting and unpredictable and that's what you get in times like these. I'm sure that the City and markets aren't so keen but given the shit they've dropped us all in over the past couple of years, I don't give a toss about them.

The reason we have a hung Parliament and these indecisive and uncertain times is that no one party managed to convince enough of the electorate in enough of the country to give them a mandate. It's an infrequent by-product of the first past the post voting system. If you can persuade enough people in enough constituencies across the country to vote for your party, you can get a working majority in the House of Commons. Occasionally - very occasionally - that doesn't happen and no single party can command a majority.

I don't know what's going to come of the negotiations between the Tories and the LibDems over the weekend. I'd like to see Vince Cable in the Treasury, preferably as Chancellor but I don't think that the Tories would allow that. I heard some Tory donor on PM last night saying that perhaps LibDems could have minor ministerial positions in culture or sport but that anything else was completely unacceptable. He also wouldn't countenance any form of electoral reform and electoral reform has been a long-standing policy goal of the Liberal Democrats and the Liberals before them. The statesman-like thing for Nick Clegg to do would be to allow the Tories to form a government and get their Budget through but press them hard on every vote in the Chamber for policy concessions on key points of principle. He would then be free to work with whomever he chose on electoral reform now that the Labour leadership is so keen on it and not be tied to or identified with unpopular Conservative policies, particulary the swinging spending cuts that George Osborne is undoubtedly even now writing into his emergency Budget.

How's that - an entire post about a hung Parliament and not a single joke about stringing a politician up from the lamp posts in College Green? D'oh!

I admire boxers. They do things I just don't have the courage for and are often very strong individuals. Boxing is a mental sport. You need to believe that you will be the one standing at the end of the bout, or you'll be the one on the canvas. You also have to get into the ring knowing that you are going to take an absolute hiding even if you win. I just don't understand that kind of mental strength.

One of the greatest days in my life was when I met Muhammad Ali. Well, I didn't actually meet him. We were in the same room. He was in Edinburgh to promote a book of photographs by Howard Bingham. The All Blacks were in town to play Scotland at Murrayfield and wanted to meet him so he was surrounded by a couple of dozen huge New Zealanders, his team of assistants and a lot of publishing PRs and journalists. His presence is electrifying. He is such a beautiful man. I'm gibbering now. Imagine what I was like at the time.

I'm also a big fan of Frank Bruno. His character is as immense as his punch. I haven't watched any boxing matches since he retired from the ring. While I really like boxers, I don't really like boxing much any more. I need a character to admire enough to overcome my distaste for watching two men try to punch one another unconscious.

I was upset to hear that Frank was having problems with depression so I was delighted to hear him this morning on the Today programme. Here is a link to the interview. He was talking about his diagnosis with bipolar disorder. He said that he didn't know that he had a problem. He was calling people early in the morning and behaving strangely. He said "People were telling me I had a problem, but you're always the last one to know." One of the people he made these early morning phone calls to was Gary Richardson who was interviewing him this morning.

Frank is helping to publicise a campaign called Time to Change which aims to reduce the stigma surrounding mental health problems. You can't catch madness from someone who's mentally ill. People with mental illness are much more likely to harm themselves than others. Why then are people with mental illness stigmatised and marginalised when as often as not their illness is the mental equivalent of a dose of the flu? People with depression feel that they cannot admit as much to their employers for fear of losing their jobs. It's sad and lonely being sad and lonely. I hope the Time to Change campaign and Frank's example help, I really do.

For the first time in ages, I thought about not voting LibDem. There is a very good independent candidate standing in Cambridgeshire South East called Geoffrey Woollard and I'm an independent-minded chap. The thing is that there is a slim chance that a bit of tactical voting could return the Liberal Democrat candidate in what has been a Conservative seat for the last little while.

The Labour Party candidate was suspended from his party following some rather lurid allegations about his conduct in the Sunday Telegraph. John Cowan had been thrown out of the Liberal Democrats and tried to join the Conservatives before joining the Labour Party. His suspension came after the deadline for nominations to the election so Labour supporters have no official candidate. His name remains on the ballot paper as the Labour Party candidate but the party has disowned him. If Labour supporters were to switch their allegiance en masse to the Lib Dem candidate then it's just possible that Jonathan Chatfield would be our MP in place of James Plaice.

It's for that reason that I voted for the Lib Dems in the end. I'm a long-term Lib Dem supporter so it's probably no surprise to anyone but I was truly torn. Geoffrey is an excellent candidate in many ways but the chances to unseat the Conservative in this constituency don't come around all that often and that's why I gave my vote to the Liberal Democrat.