Monday, 2 December 2013

...the way they conduct themselves is abhorrent to me...

So it's finally over, the cull has had its license revoked by Natural England, the same people that granted the license and the extensions it has to be noted, but finally they did the right thing. I suspect that it was the pressure applied by the Badger Trust and the threat of legal action that finally changed their minds so hardly a victory for the people and democracy, just a victory for public opinion and the abilities and ingenuity of dedicated people to scupper the ability of the killers to slay more badgers.

I was asked if I felt any pride for participating in some of the walks and the answer is no. I felt honoured to have met the people that had dedicated so much of their time to such a worthwhile and important cause and very tearful when the decision to stop slaughtering badgers was announced but as with everyone involved, I am a very small cog in a larger beast that has potential, thanks to the Government.

This year has been difficult for me and it is because of something that will appear to be small to most people, our cat died. He was barely 5 but was different, he was a major part of the family and was all things to all of us. If ever an animal was a part of a family it was this one and I mean a major part. We are 6 months later and I still tear up just writing about him, my wife can't talk about him, it was like losing a child and I really don't mean to sound so pathetic but it simply knocked us all for six. However, what he did do was connect me to my "humanity", something that I am sure we lose as we go along, maybe it is getting older or simply conditioning within society or an overload of pain every time we turn on the television.

The badger cull coming so shortly after his death became my focus and it became very personal. I checked all the facts on both sides and realised that there were only facts on one side, the other side was simply shouting meaningless numbers taken out of context. I guess we have all realised that if you shout loud enough people will hear only your voice, you will drown out all dissidence but no-one likes a bully, particularly in the UK. Owen Paterson and David Cameron are simply out of touch bullies, men that shout louder than anyone else.

"The Republic of Ireland, where badgers are now culled, has seen TB infection levels fall by more than 45 per cent since 2000.  They are slaughtering close to half the cattle they needed to 10 years ago. " 
Owen Paterson 2013
http://www.conservativepartyconference.org.uk/Speeches/2013_Owen_Paterson.aspx

Just so you can see exactly how distorted the stories are, Northern Ireland hasn't culled a single badger and the instances of bTB have fallen significantly more than the Republic of Ireland, purely through increased cattle control measures. The Republic of Ireland also introduced cattle control measures at the same time as culling badgers, but not as stringent as Northern Ireland. Simple facts but if you shout loud enough about Southern Ireland, people won't question the figures in Northern Ireland.

They have also, very stupidly, re-opened the fox hunting debate at the same time as the badger cull. The fools have instantly united activists, various animal rights groups and charities, along with normal average people like myself, people that pay their taxes and abide by the law, all now have a common cause, a common union. The Conservatives have managed to provide all these people with a common enemy. These are words from someone that has always voted Conservative and believed in the good of the Country but this crop of Conservatives are the antithesis of everything I stand for, their views and the way they conduct themselves is abhorrent to me, they are an offence.
Cameron is trying to get out of all his "green" promises at a time when the common people want green promises to be upheld. We want a future for our children.

Paterson and Cameron had an opportunity to back out of the badger cull with a modicum of dignity, perhaps citing people power or science as the reason. They didn't and now they have to spin an unmitigated disaster into a "victory". The Sabs, various fringe political groups and "average Joe's" are calling this a victory for people power.

All of these groups have grown exponentially and they are struggling to work out how to maintain the growth and how to bring these new followers further into the fold. Given HS2, fracking, the fur trade and hunting, it won't be too difficult to mobilise the new activists, they are just waiting to give the Tories a bloody nose. I just hope that they can keep the new found support in place, the only way they can achieve anything is by remaining united as they are over the badger cull, they simply need to be more organised and to prioritise their agendas to collaborate more.
I joined the Badger Trust because of this cull and I have just signed up to Greenpeace and all of this is thanks to David Cameron and Owen Paterson...

...and our cat.


Saturday, 16 November 2013

...a ritual that heralds in a new day...

I seem to have been getting overly political in my posts so just for some balance, here's an update on my running.

I have been getting over a knee injury over the last 2 months. I finished one of the best runs ever and as I started walking home a pain quickly started in one of my knees. It gave me all kinds of problems with stairs and even now going down stairs hurts. I started running again a couple of weeks back, nothing serious, 2 and 3 milers.

This morning it was bracing. Frost and frozen with a heavy mist in the air, the weather that I love to run in. 5.45 and I was out the door, music in my ears and the coldness heavy in my lungs. I always struggle with the first 1/2 mile, my breathing is hard and I don't settle into my pace until close to a mile, after that it is a joy to be alive. Just me and the streetlights and the cloak of darkness between them.

Halfway into the run takes me onto the canal, away from the light and into my own world. Panting breaths exhaled as a stream of warmth from deep inside, muscles working easily, keeping the cold at bay and running into the chill, that icy burn across my chest, at odds with the heat of the run. I am truly alone, music in my ears and above that the bird songs, a welcome to the sun that is still an hour away.
Uneven ground beneath my feet, the crunch of leaves and squelch of the occasional puddle, just my thoughts and the joy of being alive, to feel the life coursing through my veins, blood pumping, knowing the miracle of this human form.

I am never closer to heaven than on particular runs, everything aligns and the pain, the beauty and the world open up one bit more and you understand a fraction more. It gives you hope and love.
There is a new swan on the canal, a new friend to greet on my way past. Running down the toe path into the light of the town, beneath bridges and barges, seemingly endless but all too familiar as I reach the canal basin and the end, still in darkness but with the expectation of a rising sun lightening the mist.

This is what running is about, it is more than an exercise, it is an essential part of life, a ritual that heralds in a new day, a worship of the morning, the new sun and a greeting to the creatures that are there to see it all with me.

Good morning World!

Thursday, 14 November 2013

...we have a duty of care and balance to this planet...

I have been absolutely obsessed with the Badger Cull, and, as is my way, I always feel the need to dissect my feelings, particularly when they start becoming more extreme and lean in directions I have never considered as my natural political and life leanings. This one has particularly changed many things about me and my views and I have discovered that what I previously believed, in many ways, was shallow, surface beliefs that I had been indoctrinated with over years and had also clung to, to give some extra meaning to life when in actual fact what I needed was less meaning and more living.

First off are the reasons for this Badger Cull, a mass extermination of Wildlife orchestrated by David Cameron and the Conservative Party for no real reason. Bovine TB is not the reason as evidence is coming to light that there are still no proven links between cattle and badgers, the science doesn't backup the Government's "evidence". Owen Paterson has stated that the cull will continue over 4 years, executing 70% of Badgers every year. That would mean that from around 1400 in Somerset, in 4 years there would be somewhere in the region of 15. Whether you accept the rights or wrongs of this, we are creatures of nature as is every animal and we have a duty of care and balance to this planet, this is not balance.
At this current time all we see is the present, we don't consider the past or tomorrow. Life today is about today and our Politicians have pushed that view on us, we are seeing things their way, not in the way generations of our family did. They considered a legacy and inheritance as an essential part of life and death. It wasn't about now, it was about the future and what could be passed on to the generations to come. We are at the point where the World can't sustain us for a prolonged period of time, yet we still keep taking as if there were no tomorrow and at the rate we're going there won't be.
We don't look at the issues our children will inherit from us, what thanks should they be giving us? We thank our Grandfathers for fighting against the tyranny of Hitler and our Parents for the more equal role of women and the better acceptance of homosexuality as a part of nature and not a life choice as well as fighting against poaching and spearheading the conservation of protected species. What thanks do we deserve? We consume more of everything with no thought for the future. We destroy and build across huge swathes of green belt land, land that was meant to be protected.
We have democracy run by a chosen few, none of them reflecting the views of the electorate and none of them truly representing Britain, none of them with an ounce of pride or feeling for what we were, what we are or what we could be. We are built into subsections, Upper, Middle or Lower class, Townie or Country, new money or old money and each of us has to conform and know our place, that's how it's always worked. The difference is that now the World is far smaller, we have access to everything and everyone and we all have the need to become individuals. I don't want to be pigeon-holed, I am more than my financial net worth or the family I was born into. This is the coming of age of individuals, not Nations.

Now I find myself treading the boards that I really didn't want to get into, the real meaning of what it is to be British, English and human. I find myself sick of people and wanting to retreat into something more natural. I want to go out on the Wounded Badger Patrols and I want to walk at night and I want to run more and take more photographs. I'm not quite at the point of hugging a tree but I am at the point of looking at what I can do to conserve nature, to maintain a balance that my children can take over without the need to curse my name for leaving them a World in pain. I understand it will cost more but I also understand that those at the top of the tree will always try and screw us and ignore the need to maintain a balance in nature as they accrue money and power. I urge my children to get involved with politics because we are leaving them with the worst possible choices, elect the better of a terrible, corrupt and privileged few and whichever way they turn the Country is damned or the other option is that we pay the price now and think of the future we want for our children, this is not our World that we are saving, it is theirs, we've already ruined ours.
Digging deep into my heart I realise and understand that we are not the keepers of this land, we are inhabitants in the same way as every other animal and the duty that we have is to maintain the balance, to be fair with every living thing. As we encroach on their natural habitat, they are forced to scavenge and move into the unnatural World that we create and then we kill them because they are not where they should be, after we have destroyed their natural food sources. That is not balance. We expect our Ministers and our Monarchy to defend the Land. That, is the truth about being British, it has always been about the Land, everything else is surface noise, dig beneath that and it is about the Land. Even reading back on my posts, I was fooling myself if I believed the Monarchy gave us our identity, our identity has always been forged by this wondrous land, in the hills, the lakes, the lochs, the valleys and in the wildlife. How English is a robin or a swan? Or, as I saw the other day, a huge horse in a field of horses all wearing coats and he had wriggled out of his and was looking down at it with a haughty look, such attitude, I had to smile as I knew exactly what he was thinking. I realise that we all think the same way, natural instincts are not human, they are animal and we all have them, the need to nurture the young, to protect our territory, to feed and house the family.
We believe that we are greater than "the animals" yet we are the ones that are destroying, they simply live, when we let them. We are a far greater threat than anything else that exists, we are not caretakers, we are destroyers and the sooner we all learn to "hug a tree" without laughing at the Green brigade, the better the World will be. We should be doing what we can and leading other Nations by example. David Cameron should be telling them what we expect and hope, and leading initiatives to lower the emissions exhaled by the growing Countries, instead he is pointlessly exterminating Badgers and instilling corruption into the Police force as they answer to a non-Governmental body, the NFU, as they receive their directions on how to police the protesters. It is the National Farmers Union that dictate how the Police act in the Cull zones. Who gave them the right to direct the Police? David Cameron? Owen Paterson? All of a sudden we are looking at the judicial system as being in the pocket of the Government, that would mean that the politicians in power are above the law and that is absolute corruption. It gives David Cameron carte blanche to do what he pleases. That is not the example we should be setting other Countries or our children. It is shocking that in the UK, in this day and age, the the rights of the individual depend on your privileged back ground. I am not deluding myself that privilege outranks justice, it is the simple fact that it was always swept under the carpet, in this instance it is in full view of the press and no-one is saying a word.

This is what it all boils down to, the politics and reasons for the decisions that shape the fabric of our World are flawed and corrupt. We need to stop and breathe and decide what course we need to take because if we continue down this current path it will benefit a few at the top while the rest of the World starves, burns or drowns. Our political class are corrupt and need to be replaced by a more democratic model. There needs to be a more efficient and cheaper way of conducting a referendum to allow for a more democratic society. As a matter of course the Green party should be disbanded and included in every Government as the conscience of the land. A defender of nature is not a role that should be elected, it is a role that should be there, only the candidate is elected.
What about some morals? How about some culpability? Someone needs to take the fall for bad decisions and wasting money, surely the Ministers in Government and ultimately the Prime Minister need to stand up and take responsibility for their actions. I would have far more respect for a simple "Sorry I f**ked up" than the current defence of bad policies by more bad policies and lies.


Badgers prompted all of these thoughts, they focussed my mind on my core beliefs and I find that I can change my mind and beliefs very quickly when I find myself in the wrong and that is a good thing. I am now more insular and free thinking than I was before. I am not part of a political party now and I don't believe in our political system, there has to be a better way. I was dismissive of Green Politics but I now see that it is the only way forward and we are the generation that has to pick up the tab for our children to have a World to live in.

It's time to cast away the present and look to creating a decent future, to create the World we wanted for ourselves and our children, it is not only the least we can do, it is our duty to do it.

Lead by action and vote for a changing World and just believe. I am not sure what the future truly holds but I hope that even if it all fails, my children can at least know that I tried.

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

To be out there and sharing a cause felt good...

This post is exclusively about the Badger Cull and the Wounded Badger Patrol that myself and my daughter walked with the other night in Somerset.
Both myself and my youngest daughter have been getting very upset and passionate about the Badger Cull, the more we hear, the less it makes sense and feels so very wrong, a great injustice to the Britain's only bear and oldest native species.
We decided that as it was half term and she was on holiday, I would book some time off and we would travel down to one of the Cull zones to participate in one of the night walks.
I spent a small fortune kitting her out in waterproofs, boots, trousers, coat, socks and food. I did find a tin that uses a chemical reaction to heat its contents to near boiling and they had coffee, so I bought half a dozen of those to take with us.
The night before and the forecast was for gale force winds coming in from the South West. The rain was torrential and the wind was horrific and it was appearing touch and go as to whether we should or shouldn't go but as day broke, the weather cleared and was bright and sunny with showers. We made it down to Somerset in good time and parked up and met with the walkers.
What a genuinely caring, gentle and nice group they are. They were from all walks of life, farmers, teachers, a child minder and several self employed people that are sacrificing a wage to save the lives of Britain's Badgers, it was humbling and heartening to meet and talk with these very normal and kind people.
My daughter conducted interviews as she intends to write a blog to submit to the Huffington Post on the stories behind the people and the diversity of backgrounds and why they are all there. She is a little star anyway and was an immediate friend to many of them, she is vivacious and a great talker but unusually, also a good listener.
The walk was amazing, pitch dark with a sky that was incredible, stars and galaxies framed by trees, Nature's portrait. It was breath taking to stand beneath a sky so full of pinpoints, away from the light pollution, the vivid and ethereal night sky that I had forgotten about. It had been a source of inspiration to my teenage poet self and I remembered why. We had rain showers and walked through mud and puddles but the chat and the willingness of our new friends to share their experiences with us was wonderful. They did say that on the nights they don't walk they miss it, it has become part of what they do and who they are and it wasn't lost on me, I have already looked for night hikes in my local area as it was simply incredible to experience nature at a time when I am normally preparing for bed.
To be out there and sharing a cause felt good, it was almost a validation, I am helping at long last, not sitting there behind Paypal but contributing time and effort. I know that not everyone lives with in driving distance and I know that all support, however it comes, is welcomed by the activists on the ground.

We didn't see any badgers but did see the tracks of badger runs. We all marched along the footpaths, chatting and laughing, all carrying torches, all wearing hi vis jackets. Tromping through small streams, fields and paths, all the while the endless talk of strangers becoming friends. We all had questions and the questions led to stories and the all the stories tended to end up in "why?"
"Why is this happening?"
"Why are they doing this?"
"Why doesn't someone stop this?"

The interesting thing, is that this has strengthened my resolve. Meeting other people that are actively involved in trying to stop the cull by spending their spare time treading the footpaths, walking many miles into the nights in all weathers, is inspiring, I want to do my bit to halt the cull. My daughter said it was the best of nights and I am not one to disagree with her, we have already made provisional plans to get down to the Gloucestershire cull zone on Saturday night and hopefully will make it down there a few more times before the cull ends on Dec 18th.

On another interesting note, I see the National Trust have voted against vaccinating badgers. Sorry, let me rephrase, they voted TO vaccinate badgers and the Chair overruled the the legitimate vote.

Here is a list of the Supermarkets that don't support the cull, here are the good guys:

Waitrose
Mark and Spencer
Co-op

Here are the Supermarkets that do support the cull, bad guys:

Asda
Lidl
Morrisons
Tesco
Sainsburys

I already buy all my meat from the local butcher and buy my milk from Waitrose and M&S. If we had a local Co-op, I would certainly shop there as well. The more people that show solidarity for the shops that do give the farmers a fairer deal as well as opposing the cull, deserve all the support they can get.

Things are either right or wrong and my head and heart pull in different directions but the simple reality is that you are either a person with morals and beliefs or you are prepared to compromise yourself knowing that every compromise will eat a little part of your soul until you are compromised. I am sick and hurting at every new and revolting development, this isn't the World I wanted for my children, it isn't the Country I wanted for myself, I can see my hopes draining away replaced by my fears. We have an environment minister that doesn't believe in man made global warming and wants to kill the wildlife in the UK. We have a PM that is intent on hunting foxes and his pals have invented an organisation called "Federation of Welsh Farmers' Packs" that has drafted a report that was widely covered by the National press that made all kinds of claims to start a debate on Fox hunting. The FWFP is actually run by the London based Countryside Alliance, nothing to do with Wales and incredibly have the ear of the PM. How much do you think it will cost to look into the viability of fox hunting whilst cutting public services because some tosspot on a horse wants to chase a small four legged animal with a pack of dogs, in what appears to me to be a cowardly, bullying sport.

This is my point, we all know this is wrong and while David Cameron is so intent on pushing through his personal sport, against the will of the electorate, spending our money to make the "evidence" fit his agenda, my aged neighbour Edna, the old lady that served Britain in WW2 and lost her fiancee, part of a Lancaster Bomber crew killed on a raid over Germany, lives in fear of the cold, doesn't have the care she should have since services have been cut and standards have fallen. Let's hunt foxes, kill badgers and build railways while the generation that kept us free, starve and freeze.
Churchill would turn in his grave.

Friday, 25 October 2013

Lies and the abuse of power.

It appears to me that democracy has been devalued to a level not seen in a hundred years or so, harking back to the days of the landed gentry that ruled the lower classes with the iron fist of money and power. Lies didn't matter and the press were fawns to the deceit, as they always have been. Every newspaper has its own agenda. The difference now is the Internet.
The Internet is teaching me "how to see". Conspiracies hide some truth and the dismissal of individuals as lunatics, conspiracy nuts and criminals is the way to discredit and hide the truth. That is not to say that every conspiracy has a truth behind it or every nutjob is being persecuted and tarnished by the powers that be but the more you look, the more you will see the tell tail signs of the corruption and sometimes it is far too obvious.
To use four very transparent and pathetic tools that we have seen, George W Bush and Tony Blair and the Weapons of Mass Destruction in Iraq, so much spin without any substance that resulted in an illegal war that has repercussions today. It also resulted in the murder of David Kelly in the UK, an event that has been covered up and all the evidence and conspiracies are on the Internet for all to see, but it seems to point to the British Government. Isn't it shameful when your own Government will murder an innocent man for speaking out on a wrong that he can see is happening and has the information and knowledge to stop it? Just think of all the lives of our military that have been sacrificed to a lie. I am a patriot and support our armed forces 100% in whatever they do, whether it is right or wrong but I call any Government to account when it is wrong, someone must be accountable. However George W Bush insisted that anyone that opposed the war was anti the military and not a true patriot. So powerful was this lie that it shamed people into following his course.
I had a debate with a friend in the US, before the Iraq war and they condoned it because the news in the US reported the issue as crucial. In the UK the press were divided and those opposing the war had all the evidence to show the reasons were flawed and a march through London garnered anywhere from 1/2 to 1 million people (depending on who you believe), showed how divisive the issue was over here. Once the war started and the US started to see the same evidence that we had, I had a conversation with my friend and they felt betrayed and agreed that it had been the wrong decision. It's all about spin and perception and reading the "facts" with a suspicious mind.
My next points are dismissing people, it works very well to discredit their views. We see this in the UK over the HS2, when anyone that opposes it is referred to as a "Nimby" (Not In My Back Yard), a derogatory and offensive term for someone with a valid reason to oppose a scheme that churns up the Countryside, devalues property and creates irreparable damage to fauna and wildlife in the UK as well as cutting huge swathes of green belt land into a railway line that will save a few minutes from the North into London at a cost that is spiralling out of control and for a benefit that diminishes by the second. I guess this makes me a Nimby.
The next is the Badger Cull and policy so full of holes that it leaks like a colander and those that endorsed it, with the exception of Owen "the Patsy" Patterson, have suddenly gone very quiet. Let's remind ourselves on what Ian Liddell-Grainger, the Tory MP for Bridgwater and West Somerset, described anyone that protested against the pointless mass slaughter of Badgers:

“I thought most of them were in the habit of lying in bed until the pubs open, or until the postman arrives with the benefit cheque (or do such things get paid straight into their accounts these days?)
“Either way, since they are all malingerers and scroungers there is no real incentive to leap out of bed as soon as the dawn chorus strikes up,” 
Funny, having worked for most of my life, paid my taxes on time, no criminal record, I don't drink and I get up at 5.30 every morning, I never viewed myself as a "malingerer or scrounger". Offensive? You bet and I am sure in a parallel Universe it had the desired effect of tarring all protesters with a blanket brush but all it has done in this instance is make this infantile little man appear as out of touch and simply rude.
Harking back to Dubaya, he dismissed John Kerry as having lied about one of the many medals he received...inconceivable, a genuine war hero losing to a man that served his Vietnam war in Texas because the shirker cast doubts on the validity on one of his medals...Now that is shameless politics and proof that he who shouts loudest is the only one that gets heard, no matter what the lie.

This leads me on to the current crop of power hungry lunatics that run the show. We have David Cameron, a man with the perchance for not making any lasting decisions and allowing others to take the flak for any flawed policies. I am not sure who will take the fall for the HS2 debacle but for the Badger Cull, Cameron is hoping that Owen Patterson will be the only fall guy needed and for the Fracking controversy it is more difficult to pinpoint an individual as no-one is popping their head above the parapet.

It is very odd to think that the Country has naturally recovered from the Labour spending policies of Blair and Brown. Cameron, for all his talk about us all being in this together and all the cuts he was going to have to make, all of it has been lies. He is spending £80 billion on a train line, £2,200 per dead badger as opposed to around £300 per vaccinated badger and still hasn't made any cuts, they are due in next year and yet the economy is showing signs of recovery...DESPITE David Cameron.
When you ask a politician about the economy, vote for the one that says he will do nothing.

Let me make some predictions for you, none of them are difficult to see coming. The Government will try to persist with the Badger cull, moving the goalposts constantly to suit whatever they need to achieve. Free shooting will prove to be a complete failure so they will temporarily trap and shoot but behind the scenes the Government will unofficially trial the gassing of badgers in Cornwall and will then attempt to amend the law to allow this to happen.
David Cameron has already started his campaign to have the fox hunting law partially repealed and this will open the floodgates to illegal hunts (oh wait, that's already happened).
Sabs and the anti cull lobby will turn their attention to the pheasant shooting estates in the West Country and things will become fraught as the £22 million industry starts to get turned on it's head as the protesters manage to stop the shoots by using public byways to interfere with the shooters. The Government will attempt to revise the public byway laws.
The current proposals for revising the Wildlife laws will mean that culls against wildlife increase and the crimes against animals will also increase and won't be investigated.
Further proposals by the Conservative Party will be aimed at legal protest and the right of the individual to have his say and the Government's ability to control the Internet. The ability of groups of people to mobilise quickly for a united cause is the concern for all Governments and as part of the military cyber team that was announced last week, will come the clamp down on the freedom of expression and speech through the Internet.

This whole post is geared towards the political suicide of David Cameron, maybe this could be his obituary:


David Cameron came to power off the back of a coalition Government because he didn't have enough votes to actually win an election. Despite this, he conducted his term in office with the same brazen disregard for the voters and public opinion as Tony Blair. He lacked definition, unable to promote himself as anything when he tried to be everything, except a man with any morals. He was very fond of saying "...because it is the right thing to do." Unfortunately this was superseded by a lie and even more unfortunately, it was a phrase he used often.
He was firmly positioned in the pocket of big business, refusing to allow them to pay their full whack of taxes and pursuing the odd individual celebrity that hadn't broken the law but made full use of the loopholes that the Government left in place, in an effort to name and shame them to show that he was hard on tax dodgers...even though they weren't tax dodgers.
David was passionate about public transport, allowing the roads to fall into decay and taxing the motorist incredible amounts of money in road tax and fuel duty to promote the use of public transport. He wholeheartedly endorsed ripping up the Countryside to lay track so that a train journey from Birmingham to London could save a few minutes and with the end goal to lay track all the way to Scotland. He had high hopes that this would benefit the whole of the Country even though the train would only stop at two or three Cities.
David fully believed that spending money in a time of austerity was the way to put the Country back on track. This appeared very similar to the Labour "spend your way out of debt" policies that had beset the Country previously but as has been pointed out to me, this is not a Conservative policy so it can't be the same. He did get a little defensive when the cost of his little project, estimated at £15.4 billion rose to £42 billion after they miscalculated, an easy mistake to make, however that bounder Boris Johnson has estimated the cost will be closer to £70 billion and those cads at the Institute of Economic Affairs estimate it will be in excess of £80 billion.
David Cameron, a man of the Countryside and of the people. OK, so being born into money, having the finest education that money can buy and never having sampled a speck of poverty except for those people you see shopping at Lidl, Aldi, Tesco or Sainsburys could rule him out of touch with people but as the Sainted David has said many times, "Hug a hoodie, because it's the right thing to do." Or something like that. He is also an advocate of the Big Society, an interesting idea that failed to catch on when it transpired that no-one actually knew what it was but the words are there and it looked good in print at the time. I think this was announced shortly before all the threatened cuts to services and he hoped that other people would do the jobs for free, as part of the Big Society. As with many of his good ideas, it was quickly forgotten.
But his Countryside credentials are beyond reproach, a fox hunter. Yep, the man that sits astride a huge horse and bravely hunts down fox cubs with a pack of hounds, a brave and noble sport of the landed gentry as they smother faces of their children with the blood of a fox cub at their first hunt. David was none too pleased that the sport was banned but has taken every opportunity to open the doors to allow it back as a recognised and legal part of Country life and is currently in negotiations to have the law repealed.
David has taken the plight of the farmers and Bovine TB very seriously and has refused to let anything stand in his way in his personal fight to eradicate this terrible and costly disease. Facts, science, morality and voters are some of the obstacles he has had to overcome in his fight to mass exterminate the badger population in the UK. Not content with one fight, David decided that fracking was also a good idea, despite an earthquake in Lancashire that was rumoured to be caused by fracking. But in the words of his best friend's father in law, Tory Lord Howell,
“However, there are large, uninhabited and desolate areas, certainly in parts of the north-east, where there is plenty of room for fracking.”

Yes, we know how desolate and uninhabitable the North East is, I mean no-one goes to the stunning Alnwick Castle or Dracula's Whitby Abbey and Newcastle is only a great City for a night out, no reason to go there and the people from the North East are not really one of my favourite people in the UK with a really cool accent and the most beautiful route from Scotland to the UK is only through the Northumberland. Why would anyone want to retain any of that, after all, it's only a desolate uninhabited dump. 

So in closing, this obituary to David Cameron's short but eventful political career, here is a man that never really achieved anything. He never made a real decision, he never won an election yet he became the Prime Minister of the UK and yet managed to piss it all away, losing die hard voters with every wrong turn he made, a man that found himself in a hole and kept digging, lacking the imagination or common sense to stop. A man that held his family and friends close, particularly as advisers to hold senior political posts. A man with his finger on the pulse, a man connected, particularly to the media at around the time of the politician's expenses scandal when very few Conservative MP's were found fiddling, except for the odd scapegoat. Here is a man that was cute enough to sign his text messages to the Rebekah Brooks (of the Sun Newspaper), "lol" because he thought it meant "lots of love", isn't that sweet? Come on, you know Rebekah Brooks, she was Chief Executive at News International, you know, arrested for bribing the police and hacking the phone of a dead child, yes, that Rebekah Brooks, that David signs his texts lots of love to.
A man that wore a thin veneer of civility and possibly was a finer actor than Tony Blair but lacked the ability to be hated or loved. So here we are, an obituary for an invisible man, someone that will be remembered for killing animals and ruining the British land and yet we won't remember anything else about his time in power. He wasn't a winner or a loser, he was simply someone that didn't win an election to become the Prime Minister, a not unremarkable feat by what transpires is an unremarkable man.

I would like to end all of this on a personal note. It is well known that the English are animal lovers and not everyone understands the depth and passion of that love so I think I should try and explain it.
Running made me fall in love with the Countryside. Running is the reason I took up photography, so I could capture the most amazing and beautiful things I was seeing in the morning. I would chat to the swans and ducks on my way past. I still do. 
The photography has taken me all over the Country and I am accompanied by birdsong everywhere, it is awe inspiring and humbling. 
In the deep beauty of Cumbria I saw a red squirrel and that was the highlight of that trip. Not the incredible scenery, a red squirrel that I saw fleetingly. I love this land with a passion that hurts sometimes and to love the land is to love the nature that shapes it in the way it does, that includes the wildlife, the creatures that cohabit this amazing planet with us. We have a duty of care to them, it is as simple as that. To betray that duty of care is morally wrong and it breaks my heart to see it happening.

Oppose the cull, HS2 and fracking. Oppose any of the legislation that is suggested to extend the right to kill wildlife and curtail our freedom to roam the byways and speak our minds and finally, vote these fools out at the next election, let your voice be heard and take back your dignity and democracy.

Friday, 18 October 2013

A 1001 words.

I have had a great many things to say and as they became more and more, I wrote less and less until I scrapped everything I had to say and decided on an inconsequential post with some pretty pictures. I could have talked about my running and how "runners knee" has meant no running for 6 weeks, I could have told you about the last, awesome, Soundgarden gig at Brixton that I took my daughters to. I could have waxed lyrical about the new gluten free restaurants that are springing up around London or had another attack on the Government and their Badger Cull or Cameron's cull as it is being called now. I was having thoughts on class and politics and had some ideas on how a true democracy could be achieved, I also have some thoughts on teenagers and their inability to cope with peer pressure and our inability to understand their world, all that coming off the back of a suicide attempt by one of my daughter's friends. I also considered writing about the Clacton Airshow and maybe journeys taken this year, scarce though they are.
No, I decided, after seeing some most wonderful photographs on the Internet, that pictures could paint a 1001 words if a word was added. I saw some portraits of people, average shots taken on the street...I say average, shots of everyday people taken on the street with a simple line of text explaining them. It made for a very moving montage, adding some additional depth. As an example, there was a shot of a couple kissing and she had a blue blanket. The text was simple, she gave the blue blanket to a homeless woman sleeping on the street purely because she needed it more. It adds a narrative to what appears to be a simple story.
I can't compete with that but what I can do is say in as few words as possible, why the picture was taken, what it means to me so to start it off:


                                                                "Aching pride"

Get the gist? I see a Spitfire, Hurricane and Lancaster and it is enough to bring a tear of pride to my eyes, "Aching pride". So with that in mind.

                                                  "A reason to run"

                                                               "Awe inspiring"

                                                   "Nature is art"
                                                "Clean simplicity"
                                                       "Blessed"
                                             "The witness"

None of these pictures have been through Photoshop and only the brightness and contrast may have been adjusted on some of them and some are as taken. These are all from this year. I have taken far less photos than other years but I think the shots I have taken have been better than other years.
I will leave you with the one shot that despite the fact it wasn't taken this year, has broken my heart this year.
                                             "I don't want you to be a memory"



Friday, 30 August 2013

Badgers: a new bloodsport.

I have a few blogs coming up in a short space of time, there is so much to say but this particular entry is very important to me and I think cutting and pasting the words of others will have far more impact than anything I can say, but let me give you the context.

Bovine Tb is a big problem in the UK and costs farmers and the taxpayers, £millions. The Government and DEFRA, the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, have decided that badgers are the cause. All the Government scientists stated that a cull won't work and will make matters worse and the evidence shows that BTb is mainly transmitted from cattle to cattle with no evidence to show how much, if any, blame lies with the badgers.
The Government are citing Ireland, New Zealand and Australia as examples on where culling wildlife has worked but omitted the fact that they also increased the bio security and clamped down on the movement of cattle.
The Government also omitted to tell us that in Northern Ireland, where there is no cull, the instances of BTb have decreased to the same levels as Southern Ireland just through increased bio security and tightening the movement of cattle...you do the maths? Spend £millions on a cull that won't work and all the evidence says it won't or increase the stringent measures that have been shown, across the World, to reduce BTb? Well, Cameron and his bloodthirsty cohorts are intent on ruining the British Countryside, with fox hunting out of the window it appears they are looking for a new bloodsport and the poor old badger has drawn the short straw.
So with the background in place, here the words from the people that have moved me:

Can confirm that reports have come in from more than one person, that a shot was fired, a badger was heard screaming, then dogs were heard on the badger. THIS IS NOT RIGHT! not humane in anyway.


Brian Blessed said: "The government spent £50 million of our money examining the problem of TB in cattle. Their scientists told them in no uncertain terms that slaughtering our badgers was pointless. They ignored this advice and decided to kill them anyway.
"So Dr May shouted and we all signed his petition and the government had a debate about it. They agreed killing badgers was pointless. Now not only are they ignoring science they are ignoring themselves, and plan to shoot thousands of badgers very soon.
"So please, sign the petition, let them know that the British people will not be party to this. Remember, this has never been a choice between supporting farmers and saving badgers, this is a choice between the pointless slaughter and suffering of innocent creatures and leaving them to live in peace."
I have ordered a couple of the T-Shirts and will be making a donation to one or several of the organisations that are taking the fight to Somerset and Gloucester. I never, ever thought I would be supporting hunt sabs but they are the final defence for the badgers and my respect for them has risen tenfold, as much as my disgust for this Government has increased. 
I have never seen such a weak and pathetic Government, they are determined to ruin the Countryside, first the HS2, now the badgers and the fracking, the future of the England is sitting on a knife edge. I always thought that the Conservatives would put the Country first, unlike Labour who seemed horrifically corrupt at the end of their time in power. The sad truth is that they are both corrupt to the core, the difference, in this instance, is that the Labour Party are listening to the people, afterall we do have an election coming up in 18 months.
David Cameron seems to think that giving the cull the greenlight is both brave and "the right thing to do". 
It is such a tragedy that evidence based policy is ignored and stupidity becomes "the right thing to do". It is neither brave nor fitting for a Prime Minister to ignore the electorate in his pursuit of blood lust, there is no other way to explain or understand why this is happening.
Our own MP, the godawful David Lidington is simply a spineless mouthpiece, he has no opinion and simply regurgitates the "company" policy. 


 To end I would simply say this, some things break my heart and this Badger cull is one of them. To have to argue with stupidity, a lack of reason and a lack of evidence, when the vast majority of the Country, the Scientists and the Conservationists agree with me, is not democracy. 

Something is desperately wrong.



Monday, 5 August 2013

What's words worth?

Shakespeare and Dickens had a far harder time getting published than we do, yet they had far more of worth to say.
It's watching the bastardisation of our language where acronyms are an accepted form of speech that churns my stomach and dumbs down the Nation one word at a time. Shakespeare invented words as he went along and increased the the depth, passion and intellect of our language, and now, how long before words become redundant? The beautiful English language with it's mix of French, Latin and Saxon, becomes a coded language owned by generations that have yet to understand the depth of feeling and passion in a language that has survived and thrived over a millenia?
Dickens documented a way of life, an era in some of the most beautiful and sometimes difficult words and here we are now with a few letters that are meant to encapsulate the depths of the heart and the meanings of many lives...

I love words because they are cleverer than me. They increase my learning everytime I use a new one and they force me to think about what I'm saying and how I'm saying it.
Many write for the sake of it, some write for pleasure. I am a mix of both, sometimes I have to document things and it is a process, other times I write for the love of it or because something has inspired me. I don't use acronyms in everyday speak, not even in text messages, I just can't do it.

"What's words worth?" More than I dreamt at the start of this blog. What's words worth? A play on words or just bad grammar?

Thanks to Motorhead for the title, Lemmy is a far more literate and intelligent person than is given credit, don't believe the headlines.

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Legacy Games.

Sunday and it must have been the Paralympic Legacy Games!

I ordered my tickets many months back and had the choice of any of the three days. I could have seen Bolt, Farrah or Ennis-Hill on the Friday and Saturday but I wanted to see Weir, Cockroft and Peacock, just as I did a year back.
Some things are life changing. Loss of a limb or brain damage are obviously life changing but the effect of the Paralympics 2012 was life changing for the athletes and for some of the spectators. Their lives changed because all of a sudden we had a new breed of athletes that we had ignored (by and large). All of a sudden they had the "luxury" of being able to train as athletes, they were finally recognised for their abilities rather than disabilities and for me, the generic, blinkered UK cross section of the public, my perception has been permanently changed. I watched the athletics from Birmingham and France on TV and the Parathletics World Championship from Lyon as well. I did enjoy the Parathletics more but that could be because Hannah Cockroft, Johnnie Peacock and the legendary Richard Whitehead, were all racing, that and the warm fuzzy feeling that the Paralympics left me with, a feeling that I still get today when I think about it.
So, I took both my daughters, I had selected seats roughly in the same area as last year, on high facing the finish line. As it happens, it was a stroke of genius, yes, I would have been up close and personal with the athletes if I had chosen lower level seats but high up we were covered from the sun and the rain.
I won't cover all the events but sufficed to say, this time I took my zoom lens so I have some good shots.
Hannah Cockroft was invincible and most definitely the darling of the stadium.








                                                   Hannah Cockroft and fellow racer Mel Nicholls:


Richard Whitehead is a warrior, winning from impossible positions, as usual. A man that is planning to run from John O'Groats to Land's end for charity: http://www.richardwhiteheadrunsbritain.com/
I have to say that the atmosphere was absolutely electric for this race, it raised the hackles on my neck and was possibly my favourite moment of the day.









As with every athletic meet, the big event is the 100m and para athletics is no exception. We were all waiting for Johnnie Peacock, poster boy of the Paralympics, Olympic and World Champion, the expectations were high.
The atmosphere was incredible, the cheers deafening and the pressure must have been immense. Having beaten this field last week, England expected...
It was an amazing race, gripping, exciting and tense. Peacock came in third with a PB, beaten by two World record times. Do you know what? It really didn't matter, it was such an exciting race that we really didn't mind that our golden boy lost, we whooped and cheered for them all.


 And then we had that moment of clarity, when the superhumans become human again and we are faced with the reality of disability. As I was at the games, I missed the TV interview that explained this photograp, but from what I understand, at the Paralympics this young fellow was disheartened because he couldn't keep up with his friends. He has since been fitted with a blade and this picture brings home the enormity of all of this, the para athletes, the achievements and the human moment when a child of four years old has a disability that becomes cool. Shocking to even say that but these athletes have made it so.

And so on to the final event, the great David Weir and the mile. He was the favourite and is very much loved by the crowd. He was planning a World Record and the pace was to be fast. He didn't disappoint, this wasn't a race, it was a procession. Yes, the World record fell and we were in the presence of greatness, a man that is as honest as he is good at what he does, a rare combination. A quiet man with a love of his family and home that has been thrust into the spotlight and it is obvious that he must enjoy it in some way but he is so beautifully unnatural when a microphone is thrust in his face and comes across as a bit of a grump, he just endears himself, very naturally, to the great unwashed, he is quite simply one of us, the People's Champion.











Finally, just one more thing. I found Brent Lakatos to be instantly likeable. Watching him win in the World Championship on TV was a joy, what a great competitor and to see him win again on Sunday was wonderful. His wife is Britain's long jumper, Stefanie Reid and the two make a wonderful couple.
So much to say but so few words that mean anything to say it in. I really hope that other nations get behind their para athletes because it is here to stay and if they can just embrace it, they will be rewarded with something that will out run their expectations, bravery, disability, athleticism and most importantly, normality. It is all so perfectly normal that it all makes sense.

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

What is it about the Spitfire that is so magical?

As you may have guessed, I have taken photographs, almost exclusively, of landscapes. I have recently been to some airshows and my Red Arrows shots made one of my blogs last year. This year I went to a small local airshow for Armed Forces Day.

So, Armed Forces Day, a day when we celebrate the services that protect us and look after us. Some people appear to have issues with this, like the council at Luton that cancelled their Forces Day celebrations. I assume they have a valid explanation for this but none has been forthcoming so far, or John Blundell a businessman and Conservative leader in Coventry that didn't attend the Armed Forces commemoration at Coventry Cathedral because he was invited to the practise day at Silverstone, not an issue I would normally bother with except that he "tweeted" it as if it were something to be proud of. Don't label yourself as related to the ruling Political Party and then dismiss the Armed Services as being secondary to the practise laps of a race, it is simply offensive. Stupid man.

Enough of these imbeciles, myself and my wife showed our support and in the process were treated to the thrill of the year, a Hurricane, Spitfire and Red Arrows flypast. Here are some of the pictures that I took:























What is it about the Spitfire that is so magical? Yes, it is a truly beautiful aeroplane and the sound of that Rolls Royce engine is a joy to hear but there is something so iconic about it, so British, I am not sure another Nationality would understand the pride in something so mechanical. I get the same feeling with the Red Arrows, the Lancaster and the Vulcan. 
And before you accuse me of playing with Photoshop, yes, the plane is blue, it was an unarmed, lightly armoured aircraft that was used for photographic reconnaissance, it was painted blue as camouflage and made as light as possible for speed and it was absolutely breathtaking, the sound, the shape and the the display we were treated to, low and close enough for everyone to get a shot of. I genuinely can't remember seeing a Spitfire this close, I know that I must have though.


Finally it was time for the Red Arrows. Now I had been told that we were in for a display but on arriving I was told it was a flypast, that was fine except that when they said flypast I thought it meant a couple of runs, not simply there they are and there they go. Yep, they flew straight over, I didn't see them until the last minute as we had no idea what direction they were coming from but luckily I managed to fire off a couple of photos and the first one captured all 11 planes.
I couldn't be much prouder. I took hundreds of photos and most came out, it was a day that couldn't fail and I am now scanning the airshows looking for one the has the BBF, Vulcan and Red Arrows and I was amazed to see that quite a few airshows have all 3 of these so with any luck I will come over all patriotic and gushy when I see all my favourite planes in one day. 

*With the exception of Concorde and the Mosquito, also favourites of mine.



Monday, 24 June 2013

Amadeus Leopold: is he the future of classical music?



I was unsure, beforehand, about whether I had an interest in this young man's talents. My wife and eldest daughter were mesmerised by him, his talent and the show. From the snippets I'd heard, his tone sounded a little rough for my delicate ears but this was a family outing so I went.

The venue was less than half full and, I found out later, Boy George was there as well. I was really hoping that more people would turn out, no matter what I say, I do believe that Classical music should be well supported. The general public would be surprised if they attended a classical concert. Pick the program very carefully and make sure that either there is a piece you know or a concert of shorter pieces and you won't be disappointed.

Anyway, I hadn't checked the program so I had no clue what to expect and I certainly didn't expect a stage full of dry ice and our man rising from a coffin to start the show!
Here is the dilemma, this was a show, the lighting was incredible and very artistic. Amadeus had all the poses, camped it up and struck some shapes that, with the lighting, will remain with me for a very long time, I wished I'd had my camera with me, it was artistry at work. Was this to the detriment of his playing? Absolutely not. Will this overshadow his playing? Possibly. In the classical world they are not used to a show, a violinist will stand and play in a well lit auditorium, I have little doubt that he will be dismissed by many, but the proof is in the pudding.

Here, in a nutshell is my opinion of this strange young man. We haven't seen his like in a generation or more. We are used to the skills and talents of Menuhin, Heifetz, Perlman, Kreisler and Tasmin Little but he is different. He plays with his tone, creating the roughness between the tender sweetness, the use of contrasts. He took the most difficult pieces in violin repertoire, and played them all in this program. The Paganini Caprices, Pärt "Fratres", Czardas, Danse Macabre, the whole of the Carmen Fantasy, it was the most incredible treat, audibly and visually. This is a man cut from the same cloth as Paganini and Sarasate. A deadpan face betrayed in fleeting moments when the music reached the levels of a true virtuosity, a brief smile of enjoyment that told more about this than any words ever could.

I have a friend that will accuse me of gushing and that is probably correct but this was Classical brought into the 21st Century and I hope that this can coexist with traditional Classical. Amadeus Leopold is a look into the future at what can be. I recommend that everyone should go and see him, he is disturbing, theatrical, emotive and genuine. I was prepared to be disappointed and instead was amazed. Anyone that will take the most difficult of pieces and put them all into a single program is either a prodigy or a madman. Or maybe a little of both.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psq5cQenrG0

When he plays next you must be there, he is an exciting prospect and needs to be supported, an anomaly in this day and age, an analogue man in a digital format, a fusion of what is, what was and what will be. My heart is always torn between what I know and what I don't, in this instance I believe in the unknown.
 
Pay attention to this one, he could be the chosen one. 
               All hail the new Paganini.

PS. The Carmen is one of my favourites and I've never seen it live before and this performance was easily the best I've ever heard it played. If you do nothing else from this post, look it up, I haven't included a link because it won't be played by Amadeus.

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

A tale of two contrasts: Rush and Tasmin Little

I have been busy this year, not so much in doing the things that I want to do, more in doing the things that other people need and want to do. My children are growing up and their demands on time are startling, not that I begrudge them anything. Infact as soon as Soundgarden announced some UK dates, I bought 3 tickets, for them and for myself. Yeah, I know, how unselfish can one man be? Yes, I know I will have to take them and that is both a hardship and a responsibility but the look of joy on their faces as they sing along to all the hits, "Jesus Christ Pose", "Get on the snake" or maybe "Ty Cobb" with the immortal chorus "hard headed f*ck you all".

Talking of favourite bands, I did see Rush at the NEC in Birmingham a few weeks back. I will admit to being close to tears in places, it was so good to see them again and the set list was unexpected, an unusual but very welcome choice. The last album, "Clockwork Angels" was a peculiar album, the only way I can describe it, would be to say that it keeps coming into focus and then goes out of focus. When it's out of focus I don't get it but when it's in focus it makes perfect sense and becomes one of my favourite Rush albums, a most peculiar thing. Live, they performed I think nine tracks off the album and they were possibly the standout moments of the show. The new songs easily stand up alongside earlier songs and they blew me away. Here was a band, longer in years yet at the height of their powers. The show was more vital and exciting than I'd seen from them in a long time, energetic enough that I look forward to whatever the future brings and unusually for me, I am looking forward to the DVD of the show.
Rush: Wish them well
I can't remember how many times I've seen Rush, 12 maybe 14 times, the first time in 1982/3 on the "Signals"tour and I have adored them ever since but it does have to be said, the audience was made up of nerds, myself included.

From the barn that was the the NEC to a provincial church in Wendover, Bucks. Tasmin Little, my favourite violinist was playing an intimate recital with John Lenehan. They played 4 sonatas (Mozart, Faure, Ravel and Franck) and it also nearly reduced me to tears, it was sublime. Her playing is emotive and the music simply flows from her. John Lenehan was a superb accompanist, enough that I would rate his performance as highly as hers. He has an amazing touch and his balance of sound was incredible, hitting the keys of the piano hard enough to bring the crescendo but not drowning out the violin. This wasn't about a soloist, this was about the music and these two work together so well, they are a lesson in themselves on how a duo can perform and how music can transcend the players.
My eldest daughter has been a huge fan of Tasmin Little since she was four and afterwards met her and got an autograph. It was so sweet to see my 17 year old, in her Green Day T-shirt, all star struck to meet her number one hero, a classical violinist.
I have been a fan since hearing her on Classic FM in 1992. I did see her a few years back performing the Bruch and she reaffirmed my belief in her abilities then. Her playing is incredibly precise with a wide tone and vibrato that is unique to her. She doesn't make mistakes but neither does she play like an automaton, she has shades of Menuhin in her playing and you know the music is speaking to her and through her.
I did see that Nigel Kennedy is playing our local Theatre but given his perchance for playing out of tune and his unforgivable murder of Vivaldi's "Four Seasons", poor tone, out of tune and no connection or understanding with and of the music (and that was the recorded version!), you would do far better to go and see the genuine article, Tasmin Little. She doesn't have his gimmicks, the faux "mockney" accent or the "punkiness", she simply does what she does.
Tasmin Little: Schindlers list
In my opinion? She's the greatest living violinist, however, I am off to see Amadeus Leopold in a weeks time and he is one of Perlman's proteges so I will let you know.