Chancer’s Paradise

(There’s) Always Something There To Remind Me

To paraphrase Brian Micklethwait, during the last few weeks the ratio at this blog of things I really want to say to things that I am merely saying because of the self-imposed obligation to say something, however lame or inconsequential, has taken rather a turn in the wrong direction.

So until the start of September I am taking a break from regular blogging, as I did last summer.

This does not mean that I will for the next few weeks be forbidding myself from posting anything here, merely that I will not, for the time being, be posting something (almost) every day.  Unless, for the consecutive days in question, I just happen to feel like so doing.

The break I took last year renewed my enthusiasm for this place at a time when it was in the balance as to whether or not I would raze the Ministry to make way for new Subway and Starbucks franchises.  I hope this holiday has a similar restorative effect.

I leave you for now with some wise, wise words.  They come from the 6 July 1983 maiden speech in the House of Commons of one Anthony Charles Lynton Blair:

I am a Socialist not through reading a textbook that has caught my intellectual fancy, nor through unthinking tradition, but because I believe that, at its best, Socialism corresponds most closely to an existence that is both rational and moral. It stands for co-operation, not confrontation; for fellowship, not fear. It stands for equality, not because it wants people to be the same but because only through equality in our economic circumstances can our individuality develop properly. British democracy rests ultimately on the shared perception by all the people that they participate in the benefits of the common weal.

That worked out well, didn’t it…?

May your summers glisten with faint beads of perspiration.

1_listingjpgHe has a halo: we really do adore him
For he has a halo – can we touch him?

The Lion Sleeps Tonight

If you want to learn just how clueless and spineless Labour MPs are, read Allegra Stratton’s article “Why plot to oust Gordon Brown failed” in today’s Harry Potter Bugle. Seriously, how cluelessly fuckwitted are these people?

By Wednesday evening, the covert tactic unravelled as thousands of emails arrived. Apart from the odd one from genuinely sympathetic MPs, spoofs, foreign emails, and junk emails flowed in.

Who’d'a thunk that a Hotmail address leaked to a national newspaper might not be the best way to conduct these affairs? (Particularly when I am reliably informed that the rebels without a clue all have ENORMOUS penises and therefore have no need for lengthening potions and devices.)

Meanwhile, I can exclusively reveal that Roger Alton’s pulsating organ, The Independent, is both (a) clueless, and (b) dishonest.

It is true that the great bulk of the British public wants a change at the top – but nothing suggests that by this they mean a new leader of the Labour Party; no opinion polls have indicated that with Alan Johnson, or David Milliband, or (fill in gap) as leader of the party, its electoral chances would be transformed.
- Dominic Lawson, The Independent, 9 June 2009, page 27

Er…

Johnson would deny Tories outright victory
‘Independent’ poll reveals that new leader could transform Labour’s prospects
- The Independent, 9 June 2009, page 1

Once upon a time newspaper employed sub-editors, proofreaders and sense checkers to avoid this kind of idiotic and entirely preventable error.

Now, a work experience kid just changes the t’Internet version of the story and fails to say that they have done so:

It is true that the great bulk of the British public wants a change at the top – but little suggests that by this they mean a new leader of the Labour Party; only one opinion poll has indicated that with Alan Johnson, or David Miliband, or (fill in gap) as leader of the party, its electoral chances would be improved.
- Dominic Lawson, The Independent, 9 June 2009, online edition

Even bearing in mind Lawson’s usual pisspoor efforts, this is pathetic stuff.

And we can now firmly discount The Independent as an accurate, honest and impartial historical record.

Consider this the hint of the century

Everything I was going to post this afternoon has already been posted here.  Go there.  Read it.  Click the links.  You won’t be disappointed.  It’s very good.

I know that there are some who’d prefer things like egg-chucking at Griffin not to happen, and I can see that point of view. I just happen to think that seeing his fat smelly face looking frightened and upset is a wondrous thing. For sure, the way to defeat the fascists is to engage the working class into politics they can believe in, to work hard on real solutions to poverty and unemployment, and to fight at every turn to denounce the lies spouted by prejudiced idiots about immigration and multiculturalism. Yes yes, I know that. But making that vile fascist tit look stupid is a good thing. Satire is egg-chucking without the actual egg, and we need that too. We need all kinds of attacks on Griffin, making him look ridiculous in every sense, exposing his nastiness and making him into the national joke he is.

I’m so very, very ‘umble

I made a train journey on Saturday – 100 miles took almost exactly three hours; thanks East Midland Trains! To while away the hours I read and re-read a strange little story in Saturday’s Independent:

Veteran Labour MP Sir Gerald Kaufman yesterday blamed a self-diagnosed “obsessive compulsive disorder” for making bizarre and extravagant claims on the public purse including £8,865 for a 40in LCD Bang & Olufsen television.

Sir Gerald also said his condition led him to purchase a pair of Waterford Crystal grapefruit bowls for £220 on his parliamentary expenses.

Sir Gerald, 79, a former government minister, told the Manchester Evening News that his claim for the Bang & Olufsen TV was “daft”, adding: “I’d self-diagnosed myself with obsessive compulsive disorder and I’d bought a new television set.” Sir Gerald had already bought a similar TV without claiming for it. “Then I decided to have a bigger one,” he said. “I thought to myself, ‘Well, you can claim for a TV, so why not?’”

Sir Gerald said he needed two grapefruit bowls because one was for him and another “for any guests”.

He said: “As part of my OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder), I have the same breakfast when I’m at home both in London and Manchester every day,” he said. “Half a grapefruit, a bowl of muesli with semi-skimmed milk and a cup of coffee with a Rich Tea biscuit. That’s breakfast.” A cleaner broke one dish, he said “so I got a replacement”.

Sir Gerald also charged the taxpayer £225 for a rollerball pen and admitted when asked to explain his claims that they were “bizarre-sounding”.

A very odd story that simply doesn’t hang together. It turns out that it’s lazy churnalism, almost certainly designed to fill a stray couple of columns, and the genuinely interesting stuff from the MEN interview has been missed.

“I’d self-diagnosed myself with obsessive compulsive disorder and I’d bought a new television set.” Sir Gerald had previously bought a similar TV without claiming for it.

“Then I decided to have a bigger one,” he said. “I thought to myself, `Well, you can claim for a TV, so why not claim for it?’

“Because I’ve got this self-diagnosed OCD, I do things according to rules that I’ve created. I freely acknowledge it was daft and the Commons were quite right to say, `No, you can’t have that on public money.’”

My understanding of OCD is that it most often manifests as repeated behaviour. But Kaufman only claimed for the second TV. If he’d “created his own rules” why didn’t he claim for his first gogglebox? Did he not have his “self-diagnosed” OCD when he bought the first telly? Or when did his self-created rules change to permit expenses claims for 40″ LCD screens?

“Your honour, I have self-diagnosed myself as a kleptomaniac with pyromaniacal tendencies.  I know I shouldn’t have burgled that house and then tried to burn it down, but my self-diagnosed disorders mean I live my life according to my own beliefs so it would be wrong of society to condemn me for my actions.”

“I hadn’t done anything with the flat for maybe 35 years and it really was pretty bedraggled. It was not in all that good a state – and there came a time when it was not really habitable…”

In a letter to a constituent, seen by the M.E.N, Sir Gerald said his flat had ‘deteriorated so much over the years’ he was ‘ashamed to invite visitors’.

But….

Sir Gerald said he needed two grapefruit bowls because one was for him and another ‘for any guests’.

So he’s ashamed to invite visitors because of the state of his flat but needs a spare £220 crystal grapefruit bowl for those visitors, who presumably are otherwise sleeping/sitting/eating in squalour?

The MP also charged the taxpayer £1,851 for a rug imported from the Showplace Antique Centre in New York, including £389 Customs duty.

“It’s not an antique rug, though I got it from an antique centre,” he explained. He said he needed a rug as a replacement in a block of flats with wooden floors and sound-proofing issues.

“I suppose I was a bit dim not to realise that some people might regard it as an extravagance, though minus the shipping and the Customs, it wasn’t monumentally expensive,” he said. I don’t know what my constituents pay for rugs, but it might not be all that much more than some of them buy.”

I don’t know its every nook and cranny but I know where the Manchester Gorton constituency is and the sort of accommodation it contains. It’s where Shameless is set, for crying out loud.

There are not many people in Gorton spending £1,500 on rugs, let alone £8,000 on top-of-the-range plasma screens.  You’d think the man who’d represented the area in Parliament for so long would know this.

“I live very modestly… You may think I oughtn’t to have a Waterford grapefruit dish. But I do. And I ate out of it today.”

Asked about the pen, he explained: “It’s the pen with which I take notes at my surgery, with spares and refills. I thought I’d better get one that would last.

“If I can say so in a very chaste way, I live very modestly. I don’t have much in the way of luxuries.”

Dude, what the fuck?! You’re well known as being legendarily high maintenance. You’ve got two “similar” £8,000 TVs. You rest your weary feet on a £1,500 rug. You eat your breakfast out of lead crystal bowls. I’ve got a Parker ballpoint I bought for a tenner in 1991 that still works perfectly everyday. Only twats feel the need to use £225 pens.

(Great comment about the pen on the MEN site: “You’re 79! How long do you NEED it to last??”)

It’s bullshit. It’s bullshit that should have been called out by the Manchester Evening News journalist (who instead virtually fellated the man in print), and shouldn’t have been lazily repeated by the Independent journalist.

And still politicians wonder why nobody votes and newspapers wonder why nobody wants to pay the cover price.

Listen to the audio of the interview if you can stomach Kaufman’s self-pitying justification: