Take your hat off when you’re talking to me

Apparently the new leader of the Liberal Democrats is Nick Clegg.

I thought it was Chris Huhne, so I clearly missed a meeting somewhere along the way.

Anyhow, I spent the last five minutes of my drive to work this morning listening to Today‘s James Naughtie ask Nick Clegg repeatedly:

Will you vote with the government?  Will you support the government in this vote?  Will you help the government avoid a defeat?

And I spent the same five minutes listening to Nick Clegg refusing to answer the question, dangling in the wind like a pinata begging to be smacked across the head with a baseball bat.

Why didn’t he just say:

The Liberal Democrats do not vote in Parliament according to whether we are supporting the government or supporting the Conservatives.  The Liberal Democrats vote in Parliament according to whether or not the issue under consideration is what we believe to be the right thing for the United Kingdom.

We’ve got Posh Boy Dave insisting that it’s time to stop Punch & Judy politics while his nose outgrows Pinocchio’s and the Lib Dems bleating from the wings about how we need a new kind of politics but when push comes to shove they’re all a bunch of cocks.

At least That Bloody Woman had half-an-inch of spine.

Blue Monday

“So why have stock markets fallen so sharply today?” asked The Venerable Eddie Mair of some wonk on PM this evening.”Probably, Eddie,” the wonk didn’t say, “so that some ruddy-faced, gout-ridden cunts with no chins can make lots of money by buying stocks back on the cheap tomorrow and Wednesday.  Don’t you understand how these things work?” 

Deputy Sheriff said to me, “Tell me what you come here for, boy.”

It seems Jackie Ashley has finally woken up to the fact that we’re doomed – doomed, I tell you.

I’m not complaining, like.  But why today?  Why now?  Was she (along with the rest of Harry Potter’s pals) not awake over the past two years while this whitest of white elephants in the corner was going through Parliament and billions of our money was being spunked up a rope?

With the national database for ID cards looming, just how much do you trust the government to keep your identity details safe?

Last year… the child benefit records for a mere 25 million people, including dates of birth, national insurance numbers and bank and building society details, were lost by HM Revenue and Customs (HMRC)…

You might think: well, a one-off, any organisation makes the odd mistake.  As it happens, the HMRC had lost details of 15,000 people when they were sent to Standard Life the previous month [and] an HMRC laptop was lost with the details of 400 Isa holders on it…  And there were other similar incidents, going back at least to 2005. Indeed, according to parliamentary answers HMRC had in the previous year been responsible for a modest 2,111 data-protection breaches.

Then in December it was revealed that more computer discs had gone missing, this time in transit between local authorities and the Department for Work and Pensions…  This time the number of personal details involved was unclear, but it was large.  One council, Kirklees, lost CDs with 45,000 names of people claiming housing benefit.  At about the same time, nine English NHS trusts admitted losing the records of hundreds of thousands of patients.

Next up, learner drivers. Ruth Kelly, the transport secretary, had to admit that the records of 3 million people who had sat driving tests from September 2004 to April 2007 had been lost from a hard disc in Iowa. Like the child benefit discs, the details had not been properly encrypted and, again, a “total error in procedure” was blamed.

This year has begun in the same vein. On Friday, hundreds of documents containing details of benefit claims, photocopies of passports and mortgage payments were found dumped at a roundabout near Exeter airport. And on the same day we learned about the loss of a Ministry of Defence laptop containing passport, national insurance and banking details of 600,000 people who had expressed some interest in joining the Royal Navy, Marines or RAF…

[S]urely, after one ear-splitting, headline-grabbing warning after another, from different departments, month after month, there might be a bigger lesson here, one that goes beyond tightening this procedure or that, one rather larger in scope than internal inquiries or even prosecutions, can deal with?

Remember that this year the full national identity register, the essential core of a compulsory ID card scheme, will get properly started: from now, anyone aged over 16 applying for a passport has all their details, fingerprints, face or eye scans included, added to the register.

[A]lthough for the next two years people can opt out of having the cards, from 2010 anyone renewing or getting a passport will be included.  The cards, and thus your involvement in the national identity register (which will be stored on three government databases) don’t become compulsory until after the next election – if Labour wins it.  And nobody has told us if carrying the things will be compulsory too – though plenty of the arguments in favour of them fall if you don’t have to carry them.

Legally, this is all done and dusted.  After five defeats in the Lords the parliamentary process is over, the scheme is taking shape, big IT contracts have been signed and the computer industry have been snarling at the Tories and Lib-Dems for threatening to ditch it.  Ministers still think they are on to a winner.

Well, it seems to me that after the events of the past few months, they are wrong and that any voter who notices the news already knows what will happen.  We know that millions of sensitive details will be lost.  We know that material of huge use to criminals will be sent in the post, stolen, mislaid, dropped in car parks, will fall off the back of lorries and will be sent by accident to radio talkshow hosts.  We know this because whatever the system, whatever the rules, from Tyne and Wear to Iowa City, they are operated by humans.  And people get bored, tired, drunk, have bad days, think they’re about to be fired, are greedy and, in general, make mistakes.

The government is going to introduce a single system for all our identities.  And I promise, you can’t trust it.  First, it will leak like a battered old bucket.  Oh yes, there will be ministerial statements.  Apologies.  Inquiries.  Expensive new IT consultants will be brought in.  Tough and unbreakable procedures will arrive.  And still it will leak like a battered old bucket – except that it will be the most expensive battered old bucket in the history of the world, and we will keep pouring in money to the IT industry in the years to come.

Second, it will be riddled with errors.  Great-grannies will be jumped on by armed police at Newcastle airport because of an administrative or human error.  Identities will be confused.  And third, whatever promises there are about keeping some things, health things, or criminal record things, off one database, these walls will be breached.  There is always an emergency, a special case, on the way.

This is a fantasy of control…  The national identity register will make us less safe, not more so.  However late the hour, it should be scrapped.

I fought the law…

Sorry the video clip for SMIC #2 has been removed by YouTube due to terms of use violation. The slight flaw in the entire SMIC process is now there for all to see. All I need to learn how to do is “screen grab” from my DVD collection and all will be well. In other words, maybe by 2013 all will be well.

Shabby and shameful

You may recall Ama Sumani.

She’s the terminally ill 39-year-old widow and mother-of-two that “we” removed from a Cardiff hospital last week and deported to a country where she couldn’t get the medical treatment needed to keep her alive for a while longer.

It’s taken me 48 hours to calm down enough to report that the delightful, fragrant and charming Chief Executive of the Border and Immigration Agency, Lin Homer told the House of Commons Home Affairs Select Committee on Tuesday that:

 I think it is difficult to see the circumstances in which this case stands out from the many very difficult cases we consider.

Doesn’t it just make you feel warm inside?  21st century British compassion at its best.

Rot in Hell, cow.

Today, Will Ross on Radio 4′s From Our Own Correspondent reported that Ms. Sumani’s health is deteriorating precisely as her lawyers and doctors told Ms. Homer’s Agency it would:

This week I have seen Ama deteriorate as she skips the dialysis treatment.  Her face and feet have swollen and she can barely walk.

Ross – who makes the extremely valid point that “we” might actually owe Ghana one, given how many of their trained medical workers we nick to staff the NHS – also reported that an anonymous British woman has donated £2,500 to allow Ms. Sumani to begin the dialysis treatment in Ghana.

What happens in three months’ time when that money runs out is, of course, anybody’s guess…

(A podcast of From Our Own Correspondent is downloadable via the link above for the next week.)

This is a fucking national disgrace: I’m furious and embarrassed and ashamed and sick to the stomach to the point of incoherence.  And most infuriatingly of all I can’t think of a single thing to do about it that will make the slightest bit of difference.

I have never wished to make a public statement like this

I don’t know whether or not it’s just the way my pinhead employers configure their computers, but I can’t believe how bad The Ministry looks on Internet Explorer 6 in Windows XP.

Why doesn’t everybody use Firefox or Safari on Macs?  It’d make my life a damned sight easier.

I’m half-inclined to give the whole fucking thing up as a bad job at the moment.  I clearly have another long weekend of WordPress-fiddling ahead of me.  

Bear with me.  It’s not easy running a Ministry and counting the £103,000 in non-sequential notes I’ve mislaid down the back of the sofa.

The reality of my daily life is that I am juggling a lot of balls in the air – some of you must have experienced that.

Trying to be a good husband and Minister, trying to be the Minister’s Wife’s consort at home and abroad and being a solicitor, a charity worker.

And sometimes some of the balls get dropped.  There just aren’t enough hours in the day.

I am sorry if I have embarrassed anyone, but the people who know me well know that I would never want to harm anyone or misuse my position in any way at all.

Sometimes I feel I’d like to crawl away and hide but I will not.

SMIC #2: “Slow Motion” from Shichinin No Samurai (Akira Kurosawa, 1954)

To the Americans, Japanese director Akira Kurosawa was a disciple of John Ford, a foreign film-maker whose sensitivities were closest to the quintessential American art form, the western. To the Europeans, with their worship of technique, Kurosawa was simply one of the modern masters of Cinema, along with Bergman, Fellini, Godard, Tarkovsky and Kubrick.

To the Japanese, Kurosawa, when he was at his peak in the 1950s and 1960s, was the equivalent of an Andrew Davis, a Simon West or a Michael Bay. A resolutely commercial action film director with significant studio backing and a rather tiresome penchant for samurai.

It’s ironic that “Action”, which is after all the most important word in Cinema, the word that on the lips of the director gives birth to the moving picture, seems to have become synonymous with an insignificant form of film, or “low art”. Kurosawa was the first and greatest action director and elevated it to a high art through his mastery of movement on the screen.

His films describe, enact and exploit movement as a cinematic technique like no other film-maker. Entrances of cavalry into shot are a blur across the screen; characters snap into action from a standstill in a whirl of violence; even an actor’s facial movements will go from slow to fast and back. This ‘modulation of motion’ is underscored by innovative and virtuosic editing: at times expository, at others, staccato. The effect is instinctively gripping on the viewer.

Unlike Kurosawa’s natural successors in the action genre, Chang Cheh (Dubei Dao, 1967; Wu Du, 1978) Sam Peckinpah (The Wild Bunch, 1969; Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia, 1974) John Woo (The Killer, 1989; Face/Off, 1997) and John McTiernan (Predator, 1987; Die Hard, 1989) it wasn’t just about violence, though his films were certainly violent in parts. Kurosawa used movement in the service of an emotional reaction to the story. This gave his films an extraordinary depth and made them universally popular.

The climactic scene in Seven Samurai has Toshiro Mifune rescuing a baby from a fire and being struck with the realisation that the same event had happened to him as an infant. It’s a moment of chaos, poetry and pathos (the mill behind is ablaze, the baby’s mother has handed the child to him in the act of dying, Mifune is knee deep in water, confusion scorched on his face, shrieking his epiphany). But it isn’t the SMIC.

The SMIC occurs earlier in the film and for me sums up the three things that best encapsulate Kurosawa as a film maker: his innovation, his mastery of movement, and his colossal influence on action cinema. One can only imagine the reaction of the first audiences to the scene, such is its visual impact.

To place the scene in context, the villagers have hired ronin (itinerant samurai) to protect them from repeated attacks by outlaws. In this scene, a samurai runs into a hut to prevent an outlaw from killing the family inside. Mifune and the villagers (and the audience) watch from the outside. Eventually the outlaw emerges.

The sequence remains one of the earliest and (arguably) most memorable uses of slow motion (or overcranking, where the camera is operated at a faster speed to create a slow motion effect when projected at normal speed). Notice that the slow motion is intercut with the shots of the onlookers at normal speed.

[I should like to thank YouTube contributor "Archicinema" for (despite appearing to be barking mad) having the presence of mind to isolate this very clip and upload it for our viewing pleasure.]

Who goes? You decide

Now, this is a bit worrying.

Ofcom has cleared ITV1′s cooking reality show Hell’s Kitchen of breaching the broadcasting code after receiving nearly 200 complaints about alleged homophobic bullying on the series.

The media regulator said 197 viewers complained after comedian Jim Davidson was shown to make “bullying and homophobic comments” such as “shirt-lifter” and “poof” – largely directed towards former Big Brother winner Brian Dowling.

In its ruling, Ofcom said that viewers were now used to the way in which reality shows worked and were able to vote people out if they did not like their behaviour.

It added that it would be a “disproportionate limitation” on freedom of expression to require all contestants to “only express views that met generally accepted standards”.

There’s light touch regulation and then there’s dereliction of duty…

I can’t wait to see what happens when a BNP activist eventually slips through one of these nets.  Presumably Ofcom will just tell any discomfited viewers to phone the premium rate telephone numbers to make sure that (a) the nasty man gets voted off, and (b) the network responsible lines its pockets.