Going Down

Two views of the world:

Gordon Brown pretending he's in charge and "things can only get better" as written by the great Nick Robinson:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/nickrobinson/

And the reality, from two of my other heros, ComRes and Dizzy:

http://dizzythinks.net/

Roll on that election.

Surreal Life

I appear to live in a society where:

The state pays you for not working.
The state will pay for your housing.
The state pays more for your housing the more children you have.
The income outlined above will in almost all circumstances add up to more than you could earn even if you earned double the national average wage.
The state will pick up these tabs even if you are not British and even if you are an alien who has been refused entry to this country several times.
The state will pay for all your children to be educated up to doctorate level.
The state will pay for all your health costs for your whole life.
When you are in your dotage, the state will pay you for being old.
And now, it will also make a contribution to your heating costs.

Why does anyone who is only going to earn around the national average wage bother working?

Ego

I came across an interesting comment in an article in Total Politics (a rather good newish political magazine for politically minded geeks) the essence of which is that being a politician is a balance between intellect and ego.

I have ruminated on this and the more I think about it, the more profound I find the comment. They all have to have overly large egos to want to stand for office in the first place, so let's take that as read. But in my experience - and I'll let you into a Cragsbury secret here, I once was a local politician who like all of them harboured secret desires of being Prime Minister - many confuse their ego for their talent...or lack of it.

So here is a first stab at the current crop that fall into the obvious three categories:

Too intellectual to be understood by earthlings

David Willetts
Oliver Letwin
Frank Field
George Osborne
John Redwood
Ed Milliband
Lord Adonis

Too much ego not enough talent

Gordon Brown
David Davis
George Galloway
Harriet Harman
Peter Mandleson (huge talent but ego of intergalactic proportions)
Simon Hughes
John Prescott
Liam Fox
Robert Kilroy Silk
John McCain
Hilary Clinton
Sarah Palin

Reasonably well balanced (ie considerable talent and normally keep their egos in check)

Tony Blair
Vince Cable
David Cameron
Jack Straw
William Hague
David Laws
Alan Johnson
Nick Clegg
Ken Clarke
Bill Clinton (although his ego almost kills him from time to time)

I am also on a quest to find single words that accurately sum up a well known politician. Now these are not just any old words to denigrate one of our great leaders. No, these are very specific words that completely capture the essence of the individual. So far:

Buffoon - Boris Johnson
Twerp - Michael Gove
Vacuous - Harriet Harman
Mendacious - Peter Mandleson
Smug - Alex Salmond
Curmudgeonly - John Prescott

More please...

A Perfect Storm

The Government’s fiddling of the official stats on knife crime has made me think about how campaigners misuse data for their own benefit. The rise of the ‘single issue fanatic’ (often called a SIF in the trade) has been astounding in the last 20 years (tobacco, phone masts, MMR, 4x4s, dangerous dogs, handguns etc). Why? I think a number of factors have been instrumental:

a. Weak politicians who are desperate to appear relevant
b. The 24/7 news agenda that simply must be filled
c. The all dominating dogma of the ‘human interest’ angle on every topic
d. The quite astonishing human appetite for conspiracy theories

(These last two are the lifeblood of the soft left ‘media luvvie’ intelligentsia who dominate control of the media).

Thus, you can get anything banned if you know how. Below, the 10 steps to the perfect storm.

I am an SIF and want to get Government to crack down on…whatever it is I am against…let’s say, Bic biros for sake of argument.

Campaign Plan

1. Procure research showing a theoretical health concern

Anything will do really. Just a rogue bloke whose first name is ‘Professor’ or ‘Doctor’ will suffice. Actually a woman is better, especially if she is vaguely attractive. The fact that the risk is in the 0.000 range simply doesn’t matter.

2. Calculate a ‘theoretical body count’

Remember to turn “one in 1,000,000 children could be at risk” into “millions of children could be at risk”. (In reality, 60 children in the UK could be at risk, probably about as many that could be at risk of being struck by lightning or being in a car accident with a member of the Royal family in fact).

3. Ramp up the ‘theoretical body count’

Go global baby: “100s of millions of children could be at risk worldwide”. Now we’re cooking.

4. Find a couple of case studies

Get said academic to trawl A&E records to find the three children who died from swallowing a Bic biro top in the last five years. Sign the parents up. Film interviews with them – cue shots of parents looking at pictures of their dead children on the mantelpiece, sitting on the sofa leafing through the family photo album, must make them cry though, that sort of thing.

5. Establish a website with some factsheets

‘Facts that Bic don’t want you to know’. Easy. Done in a day.

7. Scare a trio of backbench MPs (one from each main party)

Ideally these should be constituency MPs of signed up parents. Film ‘rent-a-quote’ MPs outside Parliament: “One death is one death too many”. Prepare Early Day Motion, demand for meetings with ministers (“Legislation required at the very least”). MPs must call for Government action. You know the score.

8. Day before launch

Call up Bic at one minute to five o’clock in the afternoon and demand to know what they are doing. Must ask on tape: “How many children has your product killed in the last year alone?” Record the inevitable “No Comment”, probably from the receptionist or night security guard.

9. Launch campaign

Run a big media story in the Saturday Daily Mail. “We asked Bic to speak to us but they were unavailable for comment”. Sit back and wait for the telephone to ring off the hook.

10. Feed story to all media outlets for Sunday

Best targets: Sunday Mirror, News of the World, Observer, BBC TV news. Ensure academic, crying parents and tame MPs available for all Sunday TV bulletins and political chat shows.

Result: for sure on Monday a Government minister will cry crocodile tears on every channel and explain the outline legislation that the Government “has been working on for months”.

Job done.

It's Not Just Me

So the great Irwin Stelzer, economic comentator to the stars - well, Rupert Murdoch anyway - agrees with MC. Read it here:

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/personal-view/3703785/Gordon-Brown-must-blame-himself-not-the-USA.html

Things That Piss Me Off (Number 2344)

'Strictly' fans that we are, Mrs C and I huddled around the flatscreen on Saturday to view Argentine tangos, sequins et al in great excitement. The simple maths of the voting system failed, so Tom got through. Hurrah. Roll on next Saturday.

But is this a main news item? Does it really merit prime time news coverage? Do the BBC need to be leading with it all morning today, two days later?

And for that matter, as happy as I am that this Bangladeshi NHS doctor has been released from her parents and is being sent back home to East London, should this item have received constant wrap around coverage since Friday? I bet when she lands at Heathrow, there will be TV news crews jostling to film her with breathless coverage of her arrival, her first steps on British soil, her first words, interviews with her neighbours, her local newsagent, someone who once studied with her blah, blah, blah.

How fucking soft focus is the news these days!

For fuck's sake, has the war in Congo stopped? Has Russia stopped threatening to cease energy supplies to Ukraine? Have elections in countries all over the world ceased? Has the murderous wanker in charge of Zimbabwe left office and the place turned the corner?

No. The soft left complacent wankers who run our TV news just cannot see through their PC haze and understand what's important anymore. Soft focus crap all the way. Oh and as much advertising as possible for other BBC programmes during BBC news.

The 21st Century Great Excuse: Health and Safety

So when this happened on Friday evening, I knew I was going to write a post about it. But I wanted a couple of days to go by so that I could calm down and be objective. Here's what happened:

Mrs C wants a coat for Xmas. Harrods had a 30% off week for its most loyal customers, which thanks to Mrs C's ludicrous spending habits, seems to mean us. Mrs C went, looked around and waited for me to finish work. So at around 1730 hrs on Friday I arrived at Horrids carrying my briefcase (a black, fabric, airline style affair with 2 wheels and a retractable handle). I was also carrying a large shopping bag full of another present for Mrs C bought earlier in the day.

As I arrived at the door, I retracted the briefcase's handle, picked it up in my hand and made to enter but was stopped in my tracks by a gruff Horrids security guard who looked and was acting as if he was being confronted by a major threat to Horrids security.

Guard: "Sorry but you can't bring that in here".
MC: "Sorry, bring what in here?"
Guard: "That bag, sir. It has wheels."
MC: "It's just my briefcase."
Guard: "Sorry sir. It has wheels and that's against Horrids policy."
MC: "Why?"
Guard: "Because you might wheel it and someone might fall over it."
MC: "But you let pushchairs in here, right?"
Guard: "Yes we do."
MC: "And prams?"
Guard: "Yes."
MC: "And if I had 20 big shopping bags like this one in my other hand, you would let me in, right?"
Guard: "Yes."
MC: "And you sell these wheely briefcases in the store as well?"
Guard: "Maybe sir but it is company policy that bags with wheels are not allowed into the store. You can leave it at Door 3."

There followed a terrible to do where I went to the next door to be greeted by a similarly brusque guard who had been alerted on the radio by his mate. Pissed off, I told Mrs C to come and get me and we stomped off to the car in high dudgeon.

Mrs C rang to complain, as is her way, and a 'computer says no' conversation ensued, which went nowhere fast where the 21st century officialdom's trump card was inevitably played: "It's against health and safety".

My points:

1. What a stupid fucking rule.
2. Yet another inarticulate dunderhead wanker with a badge wins out over a normal law abiding person, and smirks his way home feeling big about himself.
3. How pathetic is our society now that we are so frightened about health and safety that we err so much on the side of extreme caution that we have shops worried about briefcases on wheels. (We can conqueror the world, thrust into space, wage pointless wars but in Brown's Britain we obsess about PC crap).
4. A great example of British 'gold plating'. Does anyone really think that the HSE would have a problem with wheely briefcases in department stores? Not a real danger are they?
5. What a stupid fucking rule.

Britsh Guilty of Attempted Genocide

From today's BBC Online:

"The cholera outbreak in Zimbabwe which has left hundreds dead was caused by the UK, an ally of Zimbabwean President Robert Mugabe has said. Information Minister Sikhanyiso Ndlovu described the outbreak as a "genocidal onslaught on the people of Zimbabwe by the British". On Thursday, Mr Mugabe said the spread of cholera had been halted. But aid workers warned that the situation was worsening and the outbreak could last for months. In his comments to media in Harare, Mr Ndlovu likened the appearance of cholera in Zimbabwe to a "serious biological chemical weapon" used by the British. He described it as "a calculated, racist, terrorist attack on Zimbabwe". Mr Mugabe has already accused Western powers of plotting to use cholera as an excuse to invade and overthrow him."

Honestly. You couldn't make this shit up, could you?

Good Cash After Bad

Since I seem to be on the economic downturn theme, why would a sensible investor throw their precious money at a fundamentally flawed investment that (a) is failing and will continue to fail and (b) is expected to need further funding sometime soon as it travels further downhill, onto its very uncertain future?

So why oh why is the US taxpayer being forced to pump money into three failing US car manufacturers?

Could it be something to do with weak politicians who won’t say no to unions, their bloated workforce and pampered perks?

The Japanese and European car manufacturing industries have been killing Detroit for decades. Detroit has been making crap cars at a loss for too long. They need some aggressive restructuring. What we need now is strong politicians who are prepared to say: no more money, sort out your businesses, but we will fund retraining for all those you lay off.

So simple. So bold. So unlikely.

Media Miss Brown Target

I am mesmerised by how far the media have missed the target on the politics of the current economic slowdown.

Fact 1 – Labour would like you believe that (a) the recession is entirely the fault of the US sub prime crisis and that (b) Gordy is singlehandedly providing the solution to the global problem.

Fact 2 – The Tories have been woefully pathetic at saying anything serious and original on the crisis, belatedly coming up with their “with Labour’s plan we’re all doomed” mantra, rather hopefully positioning themselves for when it is actually really bad around about the time of the next General Election.

I will now deconstruct both facts. Fact 1:

1. Anyone whom I dealt with in business circles for the last couple of years was clear that we were all sitting on a balloon of debt. At some time, that balloon would burst. So firm and widespread was this view that many of my clients had actually stopped investing in the UK as the market was clearly overheated and due for a correction (aka a crash).

2. The worst of all offenders was the Labour UK Government who (a) laughably began to believe their own spin that they had conquered boom and bust, (b) were either too arrogant or too stupid to see that they were just lucky to be in Government during the back end of the longest boom in recent history, and (c) had lost sight of the fact that the Government was spending more than it earned (see Mr McCawber).

3. So in fact, our deluded Government were more than just complicit: they fuelled the boom and arrogantly thought that bust would never come. The sub prime crisis played its bit-part for sure, but we prolls rely on our leaders to survey the problems on the sea ahead and set our national sails accordingly. This Labour did not do. They binged on cheap money, threw it at the public sector and did not fix the roof while the sun shined.

4. This was not a banking failure therefore, it was a regulatory failure. The Government sets the banking rules and they allowed the rules to be too lax for their own gain. But as we all know, when the shit hits, Government searches for someone to blame and corporate fat cats are an easy target.

Now for Fact 2:

5. The current problem on the sea ahead is deflation. No serious economist believes that there is any other way of avoiding a deflationary cycle by anything other than throwing everything you’ve got at trying to boost the economy. Hence, the Government’s reflationary efforts.

6. To try to say, as the Tories are, that we should just cut Government spending (and any readers will know that I always think Government spending should be cut) and that this will somehow save us from deflationary oblivion is plain deluded.

7. What the Tories should be saying instead is that Labour is merely tinkering with reflation as they do not have any real money to throw at the problem because they did not save for the inevitable rainy day. They mismanaged the economy and are now trying to ‘throw’ the blame.

What amazes me is that the media can’t, don’t or won’t see through any of this.

What Government needs to do urgently is to free up the credit markets, rather than silly pointless stunts like saving us all £2.50 on every £100 we spend for the next few months (as if this will make any material difference). If this does not happen, we really are all doomed.

Police in Parliament

Don't you just love it. The Labour Party endlessly used civil service leaks when it was in opposition. Now the Tories are doing the same. Both parties when in Government feign outrage at such reprehensible behaviour and demand a search for those evil leakers.

The only difference between the two parties at the moment seems to be how they behave when faced with the problem.

The Tories put up with it, I suppose accepting that it was just one of the natural issues a Government has to deal with.

New Labour, control freaks that they are, have (a) got the now highly politicised civil service to complain to the police (who have done what the police always do and having received a complaint, in fear that they will be criticised for not acting, have begun an investigation) and (b) through their highly biased and incompetent Speaker 'placeman' allowed the police to charge into Parliament and arrest and search who and what they want.

This is a fundamental moment for our democracy. We cannot allow any Government to frustrate the activities of the opposition. A democracy is a democracy, however inconvenient for the Government of the day.

Where next? Arrest of those who hold unfashionable political views despite the inconvenient fact that there is no court testable evidence to convict them of anything? Oh no, hold on, actually New Labour's already done that with the radical Muslims that they haven't tried but keep under house arrest.

"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." (Edmund Burke)

Political Integrity

In 1982 when the Argentineans invaded The Falklands, the then Foreign Secretary, Lord Carrington, resigned his post. His reason was simple: he was the guy in charge when a disaster occurred.

How times have changed.

The Council Leader and Cabinet Member of Haringey have had to be hounded out of office before they would take responsibility for the Council’s woeful and fatal performance. In recent years, cabinet ministers have taken illegal loans and interfered in due process before finally being forced from office. Our previous Prime Minister led from the front when he took money from FI mogul Bernie Eccelstone with one hand, whilst concurrently taking decisions that protected Ecclestone’s and FI’s wealth with the other. And our illustrious MPs, led by that beacon of decency and democracy Speaker Michael Martin, have slaved away to stop us prolls finding out how they spend taxpayers’ money on themselves.

Political integrity is long gone.

St Max Mosely

So a regular topic of this blog will inevitably be the unbridled, unregulated and malign power of the media.

Now, you may challenge my 'unregulated' comment all you want, but we all know that the PCC is a toothless and ineffectual fig leaf which allows the media to carry on and do its usual ghastly stuff.

I am sure I will turn to St Max Mosely and his fight with the News of the World and others again and again, not because I want to defend people who rent hookers and enjoy sado-masochism, each to their own on that one (but it should be pointed out that what Mosely did was legal and consensual), but because the media in that instance invaded a private individual's privacy so that they could make themselves richer (by running a 'shock, horror' headline and story, thus selling more newspapers to us prolls).

Anyone who has any misgivings about my view here should read the judge's words where he lays bare the unethical and manipulative methods of our illustrious media: http://www.bailii.org/ew/cases/EWHC/QB/2008/1777.html

What the judge says is instructive about our media:

1. The editor of NoW and the journalist who ran the story were extremely unreliable witnesses who tried to blackmail the women involved.

2. They ran a salacious story and, when challenged, retrospectively concocted a 'public interest' argument in order to justify their actions.

I rest my case, M'lud.

No St Max's beatification is due to the fact that he had the balls to take the bastards on. Sadly, the judge did not award punitive damages against the NoW, and until a judge does this the media will continue to 'rape' private individuals in order to make more profit for themselves.

Political Followship

Once upon a time, we had political leaders who were 'conviction politicians'. They decided what they believed in, nailed their colours to the mast and we prolls were able to make an informed choice: vote for them or not. Examples are many but much of Thatcher's legacy was thus and Blair had his 'conviction politician' moments in the early days too, viz Clause 4.

But since Blair, and the breakdown of the simple Left versus Right choice, we now have politicians who have no ideological anchors and thus set their so called 'beliefs' by what they think us prolls want to vote for. Yesterday gave us a wonderful example.

Boris Johnson, in his campaign for the London mayoralty, understood that the western extension to the Congestion Charge zone was unpopular in his west London Tory stronghold. But he would be criticized by the Lefties and also the Greenies in his own Party if he got rid of it. Did he nail his political colours to the mast? No. He is a fine example of the modern breed of politician, who are all exponents of political followship. No, he said he would 'carry out a consultation exercise on the issue and let the people decide'.

('Political follower' leaders always love consultation, because they can claim they are listening to us prolls when really they are just asking what is popular so that they can support it. They love dressing that up as 'letting the people decide'. What is the point of having all these expensively taxpayer-funded politicians and political parties if we are turning into fucking Switzerland and holding a referendum on every tricky decision, I ask you?)

Now everybody knew the outcome of this new consultation exercise even before it started. Why? Because the previous Mayor, The Great Newt of City Hall, had already carried one out when he instigated the whole western extension thing and the outcome was pretty overwhelmingly against having it in the first place. But he ignored that inconvenient fact, good man of the people that he is.

So yesterday, in a fanfare of blonde pompousness, The Buffoon announced that the results were - shock horror - overwhelmingly against and so he would scrap the much disliked western extension at best speed, ie in 2010 - don't cha just love the speed with which these muppets work?

Political followers win again, their political arrogance so naked and bulletproof that they don't realise that we can see through them. We poor prolls are once more treated like assholes.

Woolies Bites the Dust

(See, I really am back and posting).

So the alledgedly much beloved retailer, Woolies, was pronounced dead today. And all I have heard all day is people moaning on about how sad it is.

Sad? WTF? Woolies is bankrupt because:

1. It sells absolute crap in a very fast moving, highly competitive, consumer savvy marketplace.
2. Other more efficient retailers (many online) have therefore beaten it to death.
3. None of the over emotional sentimentalists I have heard all day on radio and TV bemoaning its demise actually bothered their asses to shop there, principally because of 1 and 2 above.

Business is like nature. Small trees grow into large trees and then die.

The same will happen in turn to the current darlings of the high street and Internet: Tesco, Lidl, Aldi, Primark, Asos etc.

The current terrible market conditions (aka the banks pulling the plug on some of the walking dead) on top of the previous rise of the supermarkets and online retailers will mean some household names in the mid-market will die this Christmas.

I'm Back. Did You Miss Me?

OK so I flunked the 'can he keep his blog going' test. But having 'rested' I am now back with renewed ranting venom. There is so much to rant about. I just don't know where to begin.

But, to ensure I keep my rant up, I am setting myself a cast iron rule by which I will now live:

'Little and often'.

That is my route to blogging heaven. Shorter, sharper, more focus. Bring it on.

Privacy and Media Power

Ha! As predicted by me a couple of days ago, the totally unknown TV presenter who hit the headlines in the media, Mark Speight, who was essentially charged, tried and convicted of the murder of his girlfriend by the red top media has been released by the police from his bail conditions and is no longer a suspect (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7178373.stm).

I am essentially a free market type who believes that people should be allowed to make their own decisions and that regulation should be kept as light as possible. Government intervention is almost always counterproductive. Government does most things badly. However, we need some sort of privacy law or restraint on the media so that people like this guy are protected from media exploitation. Right now they can print anything about anyone, totally trash your reputation, all in order to get one day's titillating headline, sell more papers and make more money. They then get admonished by the PCC and get away with an apology of a few tiny lines buried on page 23 some weeks later.

Until the law changes and the PCC gets some teeth and is able to fine a paper big bucks - and I mean millions - for printing lies, exaggerations or wild insinuations, our democracy is being perverted. The problem of course is that every politician is frightened of the media and is not willing to put their head above the parapet. Too many skeletons in all their cupboards.

Compensation madness

What is going on in our society. We seem to be living in a parallel universe.

Universe 1 - A woman was awarded £200,000 today because her firm sexually discriminated against her when she became pregnant. She was told she was "useless", would "never be the same again", and that instead of the BMW company car she was due to receive she would get a "runaround". Then while she was on maternity leave she was demoted twice.

Universe 2 - Aged just 18, Rifleman Jamie Cooper became the youngest British soldier to be injured in Iraq when he was hit by shrapnel in Basra last November, during his first tour with the Green Jackets. Suffering from extensive nerve damage to his leg, a broken pelvis and a shattered right hand, his heart stopped twice as medics fought to save him. He later developed the superbug MRSA after a series of operations in the UK. He has been paid compensation of £57,00.

How can any self respecting society with a democratically elected government let this happen?

I am not saying that the woman in my first example should not be protected from an asshole employer, but it is just so obvious that the balance of our legal compensation system has become focused on political correctness and is not actually looking after those that really need society's help.

CBeebies, Death and Media Intrusion

Now I never thought I would write a title linking those topics but the media coverage of the death of Natasha Collins has drawn me to it. Here’s my point:

If Mrs C died today in circumstances that were not clear and obvious, I would expect the police to first of all focus on me. They would need to question me. They would therefore need to arrest me in order to put that interview on a firm legal footing. Assuming I had not done her in, then they would rule me out of the case and then move on to exploring other leads. Standard stuff. We all know that. The media knows that. But still they run at the easy ‘he must be guilty’ story.

Now I don’t know if Mark Speight knocked off this poor girl or not, but the media positioning of the story yesterday was…he has been arrested, ergo he is guilty.

I find the media’s negative, conspiracy obsessed, venomous, headline focussed attitude so disgusting. Tell me if I’m wrong.

Congestion Tax Hell

As ever when I have some time off, Mrs C dragged me up to London to shop. Excellent, a chance to pay some more tax. Now I drive to London regularly for work. Not every day, but often. And The Great Newt of City Hall told us that when his Congestion Tax – and it is a tax despite its purposefully innocuous name – came into being, we would all be in road space heaven; train/tube/bus seats for all, less traffic, less congestion, better air quality, free gold bars on every street corner. OK, so I exaggerated this last point, but the rest were on the list.

So what is the reality? Well stats now tell us that we have precisely the same number of vehicles using London’s streets as when it was introduced (http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7109727.stm). We have less road space for them due to all the pedestrianisation and bus lanes paid for by the tax. And the air quality is terrible, as bad as and some say worse than when the tax was introduced (http://www.bromleytransport.org.uk/Congestion%20Charge%20and%20Air%20Pollution%20July2007.pdf). But fair’s fair to the Newt, we do have more public transport, most of it in the form of empty red buses that sit bumper to bumper down Oxford Street.

And the Great Newt is hailed a brave political leader wherever he travels: the Labour Party conference, Fidel Castro’s hospital suite, Hugo Chavez’s parties.

It seems to me that stupid taxes which need to be ‘disguised’ to stop the people revolting are always called ‘charges’ viz Community Charge, Congestion Charge etc. If only William III had known this when he introduced Window Tax. But don’t mention this, or the Newt will reintroduce it.

TV Company Voyeurism

So Mrs C and I settled down for a spot of telly last night. What was on, I hear you ask? Channel 4 prime time – My Fake Baby. A truly disturbing evening ensued.

The programmed focussed on 3 or 4 ladies who were choosing and then nursing their own dolls. Now not your ordinary toy shop type doll. These were very realistic rubber dolls for adults to dress up, play with, take for a walk etc.

We followed the ladies as they chose them, designed them, went shopping in Harrods with and for them, one lady even went to the States with her Mother to go and collect her new one (her fifth) and go through a ‘bonding process’ in a hotel room for a few days, where she ‘got to know her doll’.

As the film rolled on, it became clear that each of these ladies had a rather tragic history. One had four children, wanted more, but after 4 caesareans couldn’t. One had brought up her grandson whilst her daughter was recovering from cancer, bonded incredibly closely with the child, and just could not get over her ‘loss’ when daughter and grandson emigrated to New Zealand. One lady – the Harrods shopper and US visitor – I assume could not have children…so had dolls instead.

I couldn’t watch it for long. It was just too disturbing.

Obvious point: these ladies – nice, sweet educated, charming, good people – desperately need help. Counselling at the very least. They have gone through a seismic event in their personal lives and not dealt with it well. For them, I feel sorry and concerned that no one in their immediate family and friends group has gripped the situation and sought out the right sort of help for them.

The sickening main issue and point of this post: this was car crash television at its worst. Some evil bastards at Channel 4 had the idea, commissioned the programme, researched the issue, sought out these sad ladies, filmed them, edited the film and ran it on prime time TV. They exploited some very vulnerable people and made an entirely voyeuristic programme – and presumably lots of money for themselves – out of these ladies’ sadness.

I feel revolted that our society let’s this sort of exploitation happen.

The Boys in Blue

Now I said yesterday that I would return to the police, a subject that I am sure will run and run on this blog. For the record, I'm not anti police. Far from it. We need them. They do a lot of good stuff. They sometimes face danger on our behalf. (But let's be honest, not every day).

No, today's observation is how consumed by purile 'easy option' pointless political correctness they have become. A story to illustrate:

Mrs C and I were driving back to 'Cragsbury Towers' in leafy Sussex after a good Xmas party. It was 0130 hrs in the AM. I was driving. I am a non-drinker. Anyhow, we pulled up at some lights near to where we live. This junction is in the middle of nowhere. No people. No houses. No nothing. Being a law abiding ranter, I waited for the lights to change. But it was late and we wanted to get home. So just a smidge before the lights began to change, I eased off the brake and began to ever so slowly inch forward. Now remember, no one in sight, no noise, empty roads, no other cars. Except the police car that pulled behind me just as I was inching forward. Anyway, as green came, I pulled away. Not fast, just pulled away. Blue lights.

Plod - "Are you aware you have just broken the law, sir."
MC - "Really officer. How?"
Plod - "You crossed the white line."
MC - "What white line?"
Plod - "That one there. At the lights. I have you on camera if you want to dispute it."
MC - "Well spotted officer. I wasn't suggesting that I was going to dispute it. I just can't believe that with all the crime there is in the UK these days that this particular crime is so important."
Plod - "Who is that in the car with you, sir?"
MC - "My wife."
Plod - "Well you have just endangered her life, sir."
MC - "Officer, in the 2 or 3 minutes we have been chatting, I haven't noticed another car pass by. Have you? So I think Mrs C is going to make it through the night."
Plod - "Have you been drinking, sir."
MC - "No. I don't drink."
Plod - "Would you mind if I breathalysed you?"
MC - "Not at all."

(Test done. 100% negative.)

Plod - "Well sir, I am going to let you off with a caution."
MC - "Very kind, officer."
Plod - "Would you mind just signing this form giving me consent to show you some pictures which you may find shocking." (The evening was looking up at last.)
MC - "How shocking are we talking here? Is it porn?"
Pold - "No sir. They are images of car accidents to show you the consequences of your law breaking this evening."

(Picture shown - one car bashed up sitting in the middle of a road junction. No blood. No gore. In fact no people in the shot.)

Now the point of my little story, putting aside the fact the nice thoughtful policeman was merely looking for an excuse to breathalyse me and picked on the most pathetic reason in the world, is this: I needed to sign a form to be shown a picture of a smashed up car? Now this may seem small and innocuous, but think it through:

1. Some moron had to come up with the idea of showing pictures to motorists, as if that will change anyone's behaviour. It's a cop out. Either this law is worth enforcing or it's not. Don't waste my time showing me wanky pictures if you are not going to do me.

2. A meeting was no doubt held to discuss this idea.

3. A decision was made that this was a worthwhile idea. Laughable.

4. A committee was formed to run a competitive tender from various suppliers to provide the pictures. Several pitch meetings were held. A supplier was selected.

5. Various photo shoots were done. Different pictures. Different times of day/night. Different parts of the country because no doubt some tosser on the committee will have said 'these picture must not be London-centric. They must show a regional representation.' So the photo team will have been sent round the country, put up at nice hotels, been given a per diem etc.

6. The committee will have reviewed the pictures and selected the winning shots. A booklet will have been produced. Many meetings had.

7. ACPO will have been consulted so that the booklet could be standardised across all 43 territorial police forces in the UK. Changes made ('I think we need more pictures giving a flavour of the North East. Too many of these photos are obviously set in the South East' - or some such crap).

8. A re-shoot. A revised booklet.

9. Then - the best bit - 'Should we not have a legal disclaimer here in case someone finds these pictures of crashed cars disturbing?'

10. Lawyers consulted. 'My strong advice to the the committee is that we tone down one or two of these images. And we have a form for people to sign to give their consent. After all, we don't want to be legally responsible for all the roadside heart attacks these shocking pictures may give rise to.'

11. Consent form designed. Three drafts after legal advice. Two further committee meetings.

12. Said forms and booklets are printed. Distributed around 43 police forces. Training courses for every traffic cop in the country in 'The New Roadside Caution Procedure as amended 2007'.

Can you imagine how much money you and I have paid for all this totally unnecessary bollocks? It must run into hundreds of thousands, if not millions. And this loony shit is happening in every public sector building near you, every day of the year.

I'm so glad I pay my taxes.

New Year Bollocks

OK. I just don’t get the whole NY thing. I mean I understand how the calendar works and I get the significance that we have moved from 2007 to 2008. Excellent. But why all the fuss? Is it really that great an achievement? Anyone would have thought that mankind had just gone through a once in a millennium moment.

Just stop and think about the money that is wasted on fireworks alone. BBC News told me proudly that £1 million was spent on the London fireworks display. Who on earth authorised that? He should be strapped to a bleeding firework and sent to hell, the wasteful bastard. Probably St Ken, the rehabilitated communist that Londoners keep failing to see through. I mean £1 million up in smoke. No lasting legacy. Just smoke. On what other day of the year would we downtrodden taxpayers say: oh yes, lets burn 1 million big ones on…smoke.

But it does not just stop there. Other things to hate about NY, not in order, just a random list:

Holiday adverts on TV – dear holiday industry, we also go on holiday at other times of the year.

Dog attack stories – dear 24/7 media, you know dogs attack small kids most days of the year. Be original, do one in June.

A policeman being shot/stabbed – I’m sure the boys in blue do great things (a topic I shall return to in later posts because a lot of what they do is not so great) but they too get shot/stabbed/injured most weeks. Why focus on it at NY?

Clergymen giving us a NY message – the media, perhaps the most immoral lobby, just love covering what the Bishop of X is telling us about the year ahead. Here’s a reciprocal message from me to all you clerics: go talk to your mostly dwindling flock and leave those of us who have opted out alone.

The Scottish bloody Hogmanobollocks thing – Now I know that the Jocks are always looking for totemic events and issues to show how very different they are from the English but WTF is Hogwarts all about? The big issue seems to be that it’s a celebration of…something that isn’t Xmas. Well whoopee doo. Well done Scotland. But why do we English need to pander to them. Now they have their own ‘parliament’ and SNP ‘government’ let’s just let them do it up there all by themselves, hating us, and we’ll do our own thing. Jools, come back to celebrate with the English. We’re bigger and we’re better.

Now what is the common link between all these, I hear you ask? Answer: the insidious power of the unbridled 24/7 media we now have.

They’re all sitting there, in their flash TV screen walled newsrooms, with fuck all to write or talk about. Nothings happening. We’re all at home, on holiday, taking time off. No news. Nothing to cover. So off they take us to ‘Jane Smith is in the New Hebrides. Jane can you hear us? Yes David, the party’s really kicking off here blah, blah’.

And we, the poor downtrodden TV licence payers have to resort to channel flipping trying to find something decent to watch because on every channel there’s a whole bunch of Jocks singing drunkenly.

I have a solution: let’s cut down the number of TV channels we have to say about 20. We should be able to cover most tastes on that number. Then we could save ourselves from drunken Jocks and endless interviews with Z list celebrities. Roll on the revolution.