No More Excuses In Haringey Or Downing Street
The story of Baby P is a national scandal of monstrous proportions. Appallingly handled by Gordon Brown in the House yesterday, even the silky, smooth Ed Balls cannot cover up the Prime Minister’s inability to deal with David Cameron’s questions. Closer though to the shameful failures that allowed this child to be tortured to death is Sharon Shoesmith, the Director of Children’s Services at Haringey. Putting aside for a couple of sentences the question of her culpability in Baby P’s death, we simply have no room for anyone who demonstrates such utter incompetence in communications. She must be dismissed immediately. No question of being allowed to resign. She must be sacked.
The full story: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/7708398.stm
Walking The Dog 11
The lights on Portland are warming up orange in the distance. Everywhere there’s a gunmetal grey murk with a few billowing black threats. It is cold, chilling cold and the wind is biting and penetrating. This is the very nub of dusk and here we are back on the beach after a break of over a week.
It’s been a tough week, travelling everywhere, bad news about my Dad, a disastrous episode with my car. Saturday morning in the valley was a welcome relief. The ground was very very wet but the sun shone strong and as we hit the toughest part of the trek up the mountain a ginger blur up the near-vertical slope, the dogs in pursuit, the healthiest, most muscly fox I’ve ever seen. And on top, two bobbing, weaving white backsides of deer escaping towards Dorchester.
I’m in the little red Citroen loan car from The Cartshed, generously offered as “you’re welcome to put your dogs in there” and I knew I had an appropriate stick stored in the garden. Now I’m slipping and sliding down the grass bank to the beach while Capone and Carla tumble, fight and slither through the shingle to the water.
At high tide a three foot windblown chop is breaking 20 yards out but the undertow is ready to pull Capone 
right back under the next one. Once, twice, three times he is wiped out, thumped in the face and chest with icy white water. He ploughs on like a Chieftan tank, shaken but not stirred and reaches the stick at the very crest.
Around he comes, half drowned, half propelled by another wave, he disappears underneath a crashing cauldron of surf and then he’s back, Carla already grabbing the stick from him. His fierce but playful growl penetrates all of nature’s noise. They scamper away up the beach carrying the stick together and turn to the most satisfying tussle and chew while I give them a few moments to rest.
Carla is no fool and although I throw her a little twig while Capone is busy she frolicks into the shallowest surf but thinks better of it and turns back. It’s much more fun to wait for Capone to go in, do the work and intercept him on the way back.
Man Of The Match - Andy Powell
What more perfect end to a day when Wales have almost beaten the South Africans in Cardiff and shown enormous promise, invention and the usual courage.
In these conditions I have to be careful how much I push him because he would try and try, keep going back, ignoring the cold and the shortness of breath and the sucking, churning, remorseless waves. He tackles the surf like a second row forward and nothing stands in his way.
He wants nothing more than another chance. He would die for me in that seething, heaving water.
This connection with my animals, my countryside, my sea, my sky, my wind is my salvation. When we understand what matters, who matters, whatever happens, then contentment comes a little easier.
Life makes a little more sense.
WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE – Bankers On The Run
It is infuriating to see them now scurrying and rushing to reduce their interest rates after the outcry at their dilatory and greedy response to the Bank Of England’s massive rate cut.
We are going to to have to drag the w**ker bankers every greasy step of the way to a place where they start behaving responsibly and fulfilling their obligations to us as major shareholders. We are going to have to watch their dishonest and deceitful efforts to snaffle huge bonuses, in shares if not cash, and we are going to have to treat them as the completely untrustworthy spivs that they are.
What is clear that some of them are already getting away with it because the government has been so weak in stipulating the conditions and “mechanisms”, as Gordon Brown put it, that will control their greed and thievery.
It is time to start naming names and for the work to be done that will uncover and expose those who have manipulated the system for their own ends.
The first candidate for the WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE poster is Bob Diamond of Barclays.
Bob Diamond, Barclays
It is generally agreed that he has spurned the government’s rescue package in favour of the Arabs so that he can hang on to his outrageous, undeserved multimillion pound bonus. I will be researching his record in more detail.
Please submit your nominations for WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE bankers with as much evidence as you can.
My Father
Last week my Father was told that he has many secondary cancers. If I could be half the man that he is… I am so proud to be his son.
Where Have All The Poppies Gone?
I had the misfortune to have to visit London briefly last week. I was thoroughly disheartened to see how few people in Hammersmith were wearing poppies.
They should be ashamed of themselves. More worrying though was just how difficult it was to buy one. Hardly any of the shops had them available. Even those that we should be able to rely on to show a responsible lead like Tescos and Sainsburys are letting down our heroes. None of the staff are wearing them. What is going on? Weymouth and Dorchester are doing much better and the BBC appears to make it a compulsory requirement – and that’s no bad thing.
London is a miserable place full of miserable, selfish people and it reminds me again how I have no enthusiasm for ever returning there. Tired of London? Yes, tired of death.
“Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
— Samuel Johnson, 1777
Samuel Johnson
To someone living in 18th century Britain this famous quotation may have had some relevance After all, you could walk from the heart of the city into open countryside in little more than an hour.
Today, any man, with any intelligence, will spend only as little time in London as he has to, for today London is all about death.
The death of our children as they run wild, out of control, knifing, abusing and assaulting each other.
The death of liberty as we are watched and spied on relentlessly without proper cause by jobsworths and parasites.
The death of our culture as we have allowed minorities to create ghettoes that now overwhelm our indigenous communities.
The death of integrity as those who run our government and financial systems become ever more venal and corrupt.
Perhaps the only cause for hope in London is the bright light that is Boris Johnson. This apparent disinterest in the Poppy Appeal, this insult to our heroes really is the final straw for me. London has become a vile, oppressive hot bed of greed, violence and selfishness. I shall fiddle with delight while it burns.
The Heart And Soul Of London
A Billion Words For Barack
I have found it a little depressing to see the acres of newsprint and gigabytes of cyberspace dedicated to anticipating and welcoming the new President-Elect. As a writer it makes me feel I have to shout very, very loud to be heard at all. I am delighted to join in the party though because as many have said before me, whatever his specific policies I do believe he represents a sea change in politics. When will we have the first black British Prime Minister I wonder? His is an inspiring story and a beacon for the spirit of man. I hope that everything looks and feels just as positive in a year’s time.
Jonathan Ross, The Pratt And Incompetent BBC Management
I don’t want even to mention the other one’s name because he is and always has been a complete and utter pratt. His “brand” of entertainment appeals to the lowest common denominator and generally contributes to poorer standards of taste and behaviour. There can be no doubt that he should be removed permanently from the BBC and it would be better for us all if he was never seen or heard of again.
Jonathan Ross though is an entertainment genius. It is deeply disappointing that he has blundered like this but they say that genius is close to madness and participating in this has been insane.
The other one at least has the excuse of a spontaneous mistake. No such excuse can be proffered by the editorial staff who made the decision to broadcast the show even after Andrew Sachs refused permission.
The award for the worst, most incompetent and simply ludicrous behaviour though must go jointly to the Director General and the Chairman of the BBC. What utter stupidity they have demonstrated to flounder about doing nothing for days and days and then to impose these suspensions. This is not a mistake but premeditated idiocy.
We Will Remember Them
The Poppy Appeal is my charity of choice. Of course there are thousands of worthy charities and many cats homes that do good work as well but I believe that this is the one cause that deserves everyone’s full support.
I believe that I am of the generation that the heroes of the Second World War died for. My parents were children themselves at the time and it was for them and their future that our soldiers, sailors and airmen fought. I am that future and I owe an inestimable debt to everyone that fought, was injured or died to give me the freedom that I enjoy.
So give generously and wear your poppy with pride.
The Number ONE Show
Whoever said “It’s Blue Peter for grown ups” hit the spot perfectly. Perhaps it’s because I’m hopelessly besotted with Christine but no, it’s much more than that.
I admit, openly, without regret or embarrassment that on Facebook I am a member of the “When I grow up, I want to marry Christine Bleakley from ‘The One Show'” and the “Christine Bleakley: the sexiest TV presenter in the world” groups.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/profile.php?id=578616094&ref=profile
The One Show is a masterpiece. It crams so much information and entertainment in. It rivets me, not least because every day now I look for the slightest reference to Christine’s “Strictly” life. (Yes, I am obsessed).
I think the secret is that it’s live and that many of the features are made under pressure within very tight timeframes. These are the circumstances that bring out the best in many creative people when the adrenalin kicks in and the job just has to be finished.
I think The One Show has all the makings of a BBC classic. It could even be around for as long as Blue Peter.
