Environment

Leverage

Just when you half-begin to believe that the Tories might actually be becoming a credible Opposition, up pops Posh Boy Dave to ram another spoke in the rear wheel of the charabanc and remind you why he’s a clueless charlatan no better than that magpie Blair.

Dave apparently told the Today programme this morning that:

“Mortgage lenders have a responsibility to help prevent borrowers from getting into financial difficulty. Existing borrowers, particularly those coming to the end of a two-year fixed rate mortgage, are seeing a real rise. What I’m saying today to the mortgage lenders is that they are responsible businesses and they should be looking at all the things they can be doing to help their customers.”

Now, as a socialist I am not exactly opposed to state intervention in markets when such intervention is for social benefit. But I fail to see how that argument can be said to sit comfortably with conservatism.

If we agree (as even I reluctantly must) that That Bloody Woman and her acolytes changed the way the country thinks about and practises economics – in this respect, removing credit controls, liberalising financial markets and encouraging home “ownership” (sic – they actually encouraged borrowing on an epic scale, given that only the PBDs of this world can afford to buy a home without a mortgage) – then what the Hell is a Tory doing in, effectively, demonising mortgage lenders as avaricious, capitalist cunts driven only by profit?

What PBD seems to be saying is that mortgage lending businesses should demonstrate a degree of financial and social responsibility by recognising that there is more to life than profit.

This argument – popular with socialists up and down the land – has one flaw (or at least it does when it comes from the lips of PBD and his mate Gorgeous George): we used to have lots of financially and socially responsible mortgage lenders.

They were called building societies.

They were owned by their members.

They placed fiscal prudence and social responsibility higher than profiteering on behalf of shareholders.

And most of them have died over the past 15 years.

They died because selfish Tory cunts carpetbagged their way around all the mutual financial institutions and turned them into limited companies.

Governed by the Companies Act.

Driven by profit first and last.

Northern Rock used to be a building society before the carpetbaggers got hold of it. Look at it now.

While I’m no fan of “New” Labour, which has perpetuated your policies, they were YOUR doctrines in the first place, you self-satisfied cock. YOU were at the Treasury long before Gordon, Dave!

Before you fucked off to Carlton and took the “marketing” shill.

Where you fucked over 72 professional football clubs by dint of the financially, socially and morally bankrupt fiasco that was ITV Digital.

God, I hate that man. PBD and Nicky Fucking Campbell in the same room, a baseball bat and five minutes: that’s all I ask, Lord.

George Monbiot, meanwhile, makes an interesting argument about fossil fuels in today’s Guardian. I’m sure it’s not a new argument to the world’s committed environmentalists but it made me think for a little while this morning.

Can’t you just stop being funny for one moment?

Diary of the wet days by Armando Iannucci.

Monday I wake to scenes of natural devastation. All around me I see flood victims weeping, and all of them saying one thing: Why isn’t David Cameron here? Some of them, stuck in their upstairs bedrooms, have improvised makeshift signs from wallpaper and blood, spelling out IT’S IMPERATIVE THE LEADER OF THE OPPOSITION IS IN THIS COUNTRY TO TELL US WHAT HE’D DO IF HE WAS IN CHARGE.

With few words you can speak the truth

Bullseye.

On the steps of the presidential offices in Kigali, sheltered by a pergola from the burning midday sun, David Cameron turned to face a Rwandan television reporter. First, she wanted to know about his efforts to out-trump Labour on international development, and then she asked: “What do you have to say about continuing with your visit to Rwanda when part of your constituency is currently devastated by floods?”

The Conservative leader is not the first, or the last, politician to travel abroad and be dogged by questions on the home front; he might, however, be forgiven for not expecting a curve-ball to come from the direction it did.

A burst of surprised laughter went through the British media. With Rwanda’s president, Paul Kagame, by his side, the Tory leader smiled wanly and dead-batted the question.

This sure as hell ain’t the age of the train

Now, at first glance, this is very good news as the Minister passionately loathes Beardy Bastard Branson and anything that winds him up is alright by this blog.

However, can someone please explain why the hell a company that is to receive more than £1,000,000,000 – that’s ONE BILLION POUNDS – in subsidy from public coffers feels that it “may [have to] raise fares by about 3.5% above inflation”*

Now, as a regular rail user I know all too well that there is much wrong with Virgin Trains but has it really performed so badly on the old CrossCountry line that it should have been stripped of its franchise in favour of a company – Arriva – that has performed so badly on EVERY other occasion it has run a rail service that it has lost its franchise and which is simply going to refurbish knackered 30+-year-old rolling stock rather than invest in new carriages?

This decision follows hot on the heels of the Department for Transport’s decision to strip Midland Mainline of its own franchise – despite that company consistently both being the most punctual of all the old InterCity lines and topping rail user satisfaction surveys – and awarding the contract to a business whose plan relies almost exclusively around jacking up many ticket fares by – well, I never – 3.4% above inflation each year.

Some people might wonder just what the fuck is going on at the Department for Transport, were they not too busy watching Simon Cowell on their tellyboxes and chowing down on their Dunkin’ Donuts.

While the ability to print rail tickets at home might be ‘nice to have’ (despite the fact that any such tickets would not be compatible with the rail network’s automatic ticket barriers), I can’t for the life of me think why anyone would like to have that facility enough to want to pay ticket price rises of more than double the rate of inflation for the privilege of doing so.

So – and this is a radical concept, I know – why don’t our “train operating companies” just concentrate first on running trains on time, with as many seats as possible, with the least amount of fuss and nonsense?

* The reason, of course, is that it currently remains the legal duty of every limited company and its directors to “maximise shareholder value” and that this obligation overrides almost every other consideration under English company law.*  As such, Arriva shareholders will demand massive profits to keep them in the manner to which they have become accustomed, even if those profits depend almost entirely on a public subsidy.  Come to think of it: if the public pays for the service, why does the public not own the service?  Isn’t the current state of Britain’s railways the very antithesis of privatisation…?

While it has not attracted the headlines of some of his other new laws, section 172 of the Companies Act 2006 has the potential to become perhaps Tony Blair’s most significant legislative legacy.

A quiet revolution in English company law is afoot, when – at some point between now and October 2008 – corporate social responsibility becomes one of the obligatory considerations a company director must bear in mind when making business decisions.

Instead of simply chasing a five pound note down the street for this financial year’s P&L account, a company director will have a duty to “promote the success of the company”.

When exercising this duty the director will be required to consider the various (non-exhaustive) factors listed in section 172(1) including:

  • the long term consequences of the decision;
  • the interests of employees;
  • relationships with suppliers and customers;
  • the impact of the decision on the community and the environment;
  • the desirability of maintaining a reputation for high standards of business conduct; and
  • the need to act fairly as between members of the company.

On occasion some of these factors will inevitably conflict with others and the Act does not in any event define “success”, so much power will rest with our judges and the manner in which they interpret this new law; but for the first time company executives will be legally bound to consider factors other than pure profit and will have to exercise a demonstrable level of care, skill and diligence in deciding which factors they take into consideration when making a decision.

As one noted law firm puts it, “there is concern that the new duty to promote the company’s success will increase the prospect of directors being sued by shareholders.”  And so it bloody well should.

Whether they want to or not, The Suits – or The British Suits at least – might just have to chip in to help save the planet and its inhabitants…

We Are The World

A very valid point.

“If you wanna save the planet, jump up and down!” urged Madonna. Can global warming be stopped by an out-of-breath, middle-aged, super-rich narcissist in a leotard and high heels?

- Neil McCormick in today’s Telegraph.

Wet, Wet, Wet

Crikey: Twelve killed by cyclone in Oman. Spot the twat Brits in the BBC’s “user generated content“.

I was a scared nine-year-old living in Oman in 1981 when the last major cyclone struck: 300 people died on that occasion and I’ve never experienced anything like it before or since; the noise was spectacular. Roads were literally drowned, enormous craters appearing in the middle of main carriageways – swallowing vehicles – as the roads’ foundations were washed away.

We ventured out the next morning to find a 30-foot deep ravine had been cut through the scrubland a few yards from the rear of the apartment block in which we lived. At the time, it was all rather exciting – a fun, new landscape to explore on my Grifter. In retrospect, we were probably rather lucky…

I’M SHINING LIKE A NEW DIME

I dislike free newspapers because they make punters think it’s OK to be thick, indulge in insidious forms of marketing, encourage sloppy journalism and waste scarce natural resources. I don’t hate people who are not clever enough to read broadsheets, but I do dislike people – and also journalists – who are so lazy and cynical that they stand by clapping as the human race heads rapidly down the pan.

On the train home, I noticed a couple sitting opposite one another. They were each reading their own copy of thelondonpaper. Touchingly, they regularly interrupted their read to draw the other’s attention to a particularly funny or interesting photograph or fictionoid.

The fucking morons. The “newspaper” is only about twenty-four pages long, consists almost exclusively of a series of adverts masquerading as news and is written in large type. Why would you get one each, when each of you can read it in seven minutes? How low must your opinion be of your partner if you assume that they have missed something (for example, a gigantic quarter-page photograph of Sophie Anderton looking vacant) within a newspaper which is barely two hundred words long from cover to cover?

Run for the hills!

My good wife Charlotte this morning accused the TV programme “Charles: The Meddling Prince” of deliberately stoking up controversy by asserting that we stand on the edge of some sort of constitutional precipice because of Charles’s unfortunate habit of sounding off about things he’s not qualified to sound off about.   And also, says she, why are we all of a sudden surprised that he has servants…and uses them?  She seems to think that a lot of television is overstating matters just to make it more fun to watch.

I only mention this because it is so rare that my wife speaks out against things in this way that I feel she must have a point.  “What is Charles supposed to do?” she says. “Just take the money and go skiing all his life, or actually try and do something useful?”.  My mind is drawn to the likes of Bono, Sting and George Michael, not to mention Martin Sheen, Michael Douglas and George Clooney, all of whom feel qualified to make political statements despite not (to my knowledge) having either held office or studied PPE at Magdalen College, Oxford.  Of those it seems only Bono (in part) and Michael Douglas have a point worth listening to – but then I’ve cheekily allowed myself to make that judgement on my own.

My feeling is that it should, on balance, be left to us to decide, as it is with politicians or pop stars, whether someone is talking knackers or not.  I don’t support the monarchy in principle, but if the monarchy is to exist I’m not convinced of the value of forbidding them to interact with the populace or engage in the problems in our society.  I remain equally unconvinced, even after hearing young Mr Johann Hari telling us all to run for the hills, that Prince Charles is really a dangerous man.  In addition, you don’t make a decision about your constitutional future based on the personality of one particular incumbent.  The question isn’t whether Charles is fit to be King, but whether we should have a monarchy based on succession by birth.  If the decision is that we should, then it seems to me that Charles is not only fit to be King, but rather well qualified to be.

But what of the initial marital accusation, that a lot of television is striving a little too hard to convince us that something is seriously amiss?  Difficult one, because something clearly is, but I agree that it’s not always what they are talking about. 

It’s true that recent Panoramas have been positively hyperbolic about how ghastly and awful a certain story they are covering is, when in reality…does anyone remember the bungs documentary, the plastic surgery “scandal”, last night’s “murder could have been prevented” story?   What about the Iraq War, the Cockle Pickers, human trafficking, Halliburton?  Increasingly, it seems, feature films are stepping into the breach with films like Farenheit 9/11 (Michael Moore, 2004) Iraq in Fragments (James Longley, 2006), Ghosts (Nick Broomfield, 2006), Enron, the Smartest Guys in the Room (Alex Gibney, 2005), and leaving the scraps for telly. 

Thank goodness for Adam Curtis, (whose films are released in cinemas as features in the US) for saving British television’s bacon when it comes to current affairs.  For now.  His The Trap is on BBC2 on Sunday nights, no doubt repeated all over the place in the week.

Cottaging

A piece of direct mail arrives from Country Holidays.

If your idea of holiday heaven is basking in glorious sunshine, you’ll be delighted to learn that 2007 is forecast to be the warmest year on record in the UK. So instead of just booking a holiday abroad, why not spend a few days or longer in the UK and make the most of the expected good weather.

I knew there had to be a silver lining to the cloud that is global warming: I’m glad somebody’s pointed it out to me.