This week's hotel room

The view from the Gloria Hotel, Dubai.  Room was nice but I've shown that before.
I must at some point in this trip get away from work long enough to actually leave the hotel room.


 

I am not a Spambot

Idly writing a comment on another blog (I have 2 books, 2 presentations, one course, and a marketing document to write so of course I am commenting on other blogs!) and had to prove I am not a robot by filling in Capatcha.

Recently I have struggled to buy things online because of Internet Banking Security (I didn't notice I had caps lock on, and ended up blocking my card), and at an ePOS machine (didn't have my glasses on so didn't realise until too late that I was using the wrong one of 2 nearly identical cards).

It makes me wonder how long it will be before the Spam and Hacking bots are better at getting through Internet security than the average person.  And then what are we going to do?

(The first person to say I am getting old will be correct)

Seasons greetings

You know the rest

Another hotel room millenium plaza Dubai

A room as big as an apartment, but an antediluvian attitude to Internet charging. When will these. Places realise it needs to be free?

This weeks hotel room - ramada encore, Doha

There were an extra 17,000 people in Doha for the climate change conference. This place is ok. Clean, bit in the middle of nowhere, ok.

That's about all to,say

How

Are the mighty reds only 4 points off the champions league places? And 2 behind Arsenal? Strange season

This week's hotel room- Ritz Carlton, Kuala Lumpur

Fine as always. This place will be perfect when the management realise the wifi should be free (and fix the frankly shit quality)' and the restaurant realises we are not all on holiday. Some of us are here to work and don't have a n hour for breakfast.

Man City move for Suarez

How many strikers do they want?  We've only got one. 

Sanity in the USA

The re-election of President Obama is a victory for common sense.  It is not that he is a perfect politican and therefore deserved to be re-elected without opposition.  It is that the opposition was so detached from reality, so racist and misogynist, so self-serving as to be a parody of the "conservative" and "Republican" traditions.

Even the celebrating Democrats are hoping it will lead to re-emergence of a more rational debate in which truth and facts (such as abortion and evolution) are not treated as opinions.

I hope that the UK Conservative party, who appear to have learned a lot from recent Republican strategies learn something from this election (and not just that you can do very well if you gerrymander the boundaries) and we start to have rational politics again too.

My particular bug bear (though I have many) is the immigration policy that isolates us from genuine students, with their skills, ambition, contacts and (rather importantly these days) money.  When even the Economist calls a policy crazy you have to consider your views if you claim to be a rational pro-business party.

 

This week's hotel room - the Lansdowne, Hastings

Right on the sea front.

This week's hotel room: Ritz Carlton in Kuala Lumpur

Very nice.  The only thing to complain about (since someone else is picking up the bill) is that like many hotel rooms it is pretty difficult to keep it light and bright.  I think they want us to be in the bar.

Justice for the 96.

Thatcher's Britain was a different one to now. It's taken a long time, but at last we can start to have a reckoning for hillsborough. At the memorial at anfield it is clear how many of the victims were the old and young, so should never have been accused of hooliganism. Those days many people loathed football fans - now it is mainstream. It took so long because people doubled up on the lies. Without that it would have been seen as a terrible tragedy caused by some errors of judgement. A few people would have been disciplined and maybe lost their jobs. Instead some face gaol and the families have had a generation of undue pain. Oh so avoidable.

First day of autumn

I woke this morning and wrapped the duvet round me. Temperature has dropped, and summer is really on the way out. Oh, and more rain.

after the gold rush

Well done to Andy Murray for wining the US Open Tennis, his first grand slam.  We are in the brief period between a golden summer and resumption of a gruelling winter of football.  But what a summer.  The Tour de France, the Olympics and Paralympics, Andy Murray.

There has a been a spring in the step of Brits this summer, when it finally dawned that Olympics was not going to be a fiasco but was going to be brilliant.

I wonder if there will now be a political knock on?  The coalition themes of broken Britain, a can-do-nothing country, with all of our glories in the past seem completely out of step with how Britain feels at the moment.  The coalition has traded on misery to excuse any policies they think appropriate.  I wonder if these policies will be accepted in can-do, after the goldrush Britain.

September 2012/3

The past year has been one of stagnation. Of illness, drift and just getting through. Hoping the next 12 months will be better.

and that's the season

once again by the start of August we are out of the Premiership running.  Attractive though Brendan Roger's style of play is, and difficult though the early fixtures are, this is not good enough.  We have offloaded a bunch of players, so the wages bill will be reduced.  But we have bought sparingly, and the team is basically not good enough.  Promising though some of the youngsters may be, we are now down to one world class player in Suarez.

I suspect that the owners are playing a long game and waiting for FIFA rules to impose a level playing field on finances.  But that is still years away, and we wait to see whether it will actually happen.  In the meantime, we are restricted to playing for cups again this season.

It is now a long time since under Rafa Benitez we were pipped at the post for the Premiership.  This will be 4 uncompetitive seasons in a row.  We are now a (top of ) mid table club playing on our history, and no longer real contenders.

last week's hotel room

The Saraha Beach Hotel, Skanes in Tunisia (near Monastir).

Not what I am used to, but i was on holiday.

The last word

The word magazine has closed. I only subscribe to two magazines; the word and the economist. Now it will be just one.

9 years was a good innings for a niche music and lifestyle magazine. It was a great read and a great online community. I shall miss it

This week's hotel room Hilton Istanbul

Very nice in a 1960's sort of way. Huge with amazing views of the Bosphorus. But not from my room. Really what you think of when you think of a Hilton. But with Turkish electrics.

This week's hotel room

Radisson Blu Kennilworth, in London.  Not quite as big as this picture makes it seem.  But it is London.  And outside is the British Museum.  And a lot of rain.

This weeks hotel room Radisson blu Palais Vienna

Gosh it is hot here. And they have run out of power adaptors - my fault I should have brought my own. It is on my checklist, but I thought "they are bound to have one". Otherwise jolly nice. Free minibar - with one coke, one water, one beer. Again not to complain=free.

Banks

It is not just Barclays illegally colluding to fix bank rates. The same is going on in the USA.

When are people going to get jail time for this rather than just corporate fines, that customers end up paying? Jail is the deterrent, not the loss of a bonus.

After the collapse of the banking system why has no one been charged with fraud? It is about time.

Euro 2012

That's us out on pens again. The two Ashley's wont be hounded - there are now too many penalty missers for them to be special.

3 days of sunshine

The British summer.

This week's hotel - holiday villa hotel and residence Qatar

Ok, but without the attention to detail that makes a truly good hotel. For example the safe not working, and the Taos only running hot (no cold). Minor stuff, but enough to knock it out of the top notch.

This weeks hotel room

Millennium, Abu dhabi. Generally I can't complain, though th 8 hours without electricity yesterday was a bit of a blow. Or rather not, as it meant no air con. Otherwise perfectly fine, if a little anonymous.

Bio bank

I do a survey for them. But every time they ask
Me to report it is after an unusual
Day. Yesterday I had my first alcohol for a week- do of course they have asked me about yesterday!

This week's room

Crowne plaza Amsterdam city centre. Very nice. Gym a bit poky, but the rest is lovely including a lounge you migh actually want to spend some time in.

Citeh!

Bloody City!  It's always drama.  2-1 down at the end of 90 minutes.  Win 3-2 to win the Premiership.

Gordon Bennet - it cannot be good for your health to support Manchester City.

A bang and a whimper

Footie season comes to an end with whipping Chelsea, but 3 days too late for the FA cup final. Oh well, come next year...

I don't expect king Kenny to be there.

Friday the interestingth / star wars day

Day after council elections - looks like no more elected mayors.
Submission day for a tender process that has taken a year.
Day before FA cup final- which I am getting sadly optimistic about (really we are not favourites)
Bunch of writing to do, do why am I
Blogging?

Against the odds

Good luck to Chelsea in the Champion's League Final.  Hopefully it will put them off their stride for the FA Cup Final.  However, given the number of them that will be suspended for that Final and therefore will have a point to prove in the FA Cup final...  maybe it would have been better if Barcelona had won.

Barca look like they have run out of steam.

Liverpool however look like a team that dont have the exact change necessary to buy luck from a vending machine.   We shall see.

Monday night's hotel room - Ramada Birmingham City

Somewhat tricky to find, and the wrong side of the city centre for where I had to be in the morning.  But apart from that absolutely fine.  Interesting location - my room looked out over a canal basin, with the BBC on the right and a series of bars, cafes and restaurants.  If I go back, and get there earlier, it will be worth investigating further.

Sometimes it snows in April

and today it did.  Last week it was 20 degC.
Climate change - coming now to a location near you.

Silverware

The League Cup was our first silverware for 6 years - but great to have.  However, I think it will not be enough for the owners.  Champions League has got to be their priority, and I think that it is now beyond us - which may mean the end of King Kenny's reign.

Meanwhile, finally recovering from 3 months of chest infection to discover that I appear to have put on 3kg.  How does that work?

Could be worse

Nothing like making you feel like a malingerer when you are under the weather, than hearing about someone who has it worse.  A friend of Mrs. Breadcrumbs maid of honour, has died of pneumonia at age 41 after ignoring a chest complaint for weeks.  Now I feel both pleased I went to the doctor, and embarassed about whinging for so long about my little illness.

So onwards and upwards into 2012 at last (x-rays and blood tests permitting...)

Been ill so long

it feels like well to me.

Finally finish 3rd course of antibiotics tomorrow.  Finished steroids today.  Which of couse means I am out of the Olypmics.  But hopefully chest infection will have gone and I can finally start this year.

Bonfire of the Dictators

Kim jong-il is added to the role call of dicators who have gone in 2011.  The attendance at the evil dictators club meetings is going to be significantly reduced without Kim, Gadaffi, and Mubarak.  It is too much to hope that Mugabe will soon be missing meetings too?

This week's hotel room - Radisson Edwardian, London

Stayed here before, and it continues to be fine.  If I wasn't full of cold it would be finer.

Jet lag and culture shock

The view from my hotel room just now.  The Fireworks were so close I could feel the percussive shock on the window pane.  I don't know what they are for.
 
KL is a strange mixture.  There are women in Niqab, as you might expect in a muslim country.  However the ethnic Chinese have a different dress sense - have just been on an escalator fact to posterior of a young lady wearing 4 inch heels and a pair of what I believe are called Daisy Dukes - denim shorts that just about cover the bottom.  The view was not unedifying - just a culture shock to someone acclimatised to the middle east.

One more thing

Lovely though it is, this hotel room is as dark as most.  I know they want us out in the restaurants and bars spending money, but is it too much to ask that we have sufficient illumination for when we want to work in our rooms?

This week's hotel room - Ritz Carlton, Kuala Lumpur

It's as nice as you might think.  And of course, cheaper than the Radisson previously posted because it is not in London.  At least according to one of my delegates - I'm not paying for this one either.  Outside it is rainly fairly constantly.  That is why KL is so lush.  My only complaints are about the food - it is lovely but rather slow to arrive, and not my sort of dishes.  But again, it's paid for by the client so I cannot complain.  I have no idea why there are 3 sets of pillows.   Are they suggesting something?

Another suitcase, another hall - Radisson Edwardian, London

Another hotel room.  This is the Radisson Edwardian which is jolly nice.  I have stayed here before.  Lovely as it is the best thing is that it is just across the road from the British Museum.  Apparently it is not as expensive as you might think - luckily I dont have to know.  The building visible through the window is the Radisson Kennilworth which is across the road.  I guess there was not the room to expand on one of the sites, and so they bought one across the road.  Also jolly nice.

this week's hotel room - Gloria Hotel, Media City, Dubai

Pretty nice really.  Somewhat surprised to be here, but it is ok.  All the rooms appear to be suites, and are probably residences.  Which may account for why for the first time I have a washing machine in my hotel room.  Or to be more precise rooms.  Apparently it is a dry hotel, but I have not noticed.  The view from the 24th floor is of the 20 lanes of Sheikh Zayed Road.  However from the 41st floor you get an amazing view of The Palm, and the Atlantis hotel.  The Burg Al Arab is just around the corner of the view, as are the remains of The World - a bunch of sandbanks designed to look like an exploded map of the world.  Now abandoned I believe.

Reaper dodging

The breadcrumbs little helper appears to have dodged the bullet.

I am old father time..

Next year I am 50.  This year the BBC is celebrating the 75th anniversary of the first BBC television broadcast.  I have been alived for 2/3 of the history of television.

Gosh that is old.  Here I am.  Hurtling into the future, one day at a time, and I don't realise what a time traveller I am.

Facebook just reminded me that it is 24 years since I finished my doctorate.  The founder of Facebook, Mark Zuckerberg, is just 27.

As Sandy Denny sang, who knows where the time goes.

Reaper

I thought it was the wolf in the garden, but it feels like it might be the grim reaper.  Sonia and Jonathan gone in 2 weeks, and waiting for M's results.  Mogh a few weeks ago.  L & M having irregular heartbeats.

Feels like Death is using my facebook friends list as a To Do list.

I am become death the destroyer of worlds.

Season of doom

It is peeing down, autumn is here, money isnt and it is hard to keep a positive thought in your head.  Into this mix we are thrown the bombshell that the breadcrumb's little helper, M, has a tumour the size of a grapefruit.  We are all still in the denial and keeping on going phases.  But it is a gutter for a very important person in all of our lives.  More tests and then surgery.  Let us hope it is still in time.

Woof

here comes the black dog.

And I miss my white cat.

Here comes the rain again

After a late burst of summer the rain and cold are back with a vengence.  My shoulder is aching, its chucking it down, and we are out of money.  I can feel the winter depression gathering strength before it launches at me.

Going to  the gym has helped me be physically in better shape for this winter (the shoulder is nothing to do with that), and I should have plenty of work in the next 2 1/2 months - but the black dog is back sniffing at the picket fence again.

Still, I'm not down yet.  And I'm still alive, in the game, and have got grounds for optimism about the next 3 months.

It’s Ed

Personally I went for David.  I hope we don’t regret this.

Meanwhile, with the other reds – roll on next season (yes, already).

and that's the season

So, we lost to Chelsea, and that's the season over. I could hardly watch, but realistically we were not up to the job.

Summer's gone

It feels like autumn already. Apparently the coldest summer for nearly 20 years.

Still the breadcrumbs are off to tennis camp.

a week or so ago I couldn't face the thought of football - England were still beating India at Cricket. Now it feels right. The reggae CDs are coming out of the car until next April - they just don't sound right.

The black dog is still prowling the garden, but I'm trying to keep it at bay.

The cat is dying and that is not a good thing for the family, or the poor brave warrior himself.

Times are hard. It is the strain that kills

Still, at least Liverpool's season has extended past August. Which is not always the case. And for once Arsenal and Spurs are the teams suffering. Which means there is a chance we can make the Champion's league again. The two Manc teams look too strong for us to have a chance of the title. But you never know.

Outside it's Blade Runner

For what seems no good reason I find myself in Kuala Lumpur. It is night and raining. And indeed, it appears to be Blade Runner. Ok, there are no flyers and I have not actually seen Deckard hunting replicants, but apart from that this is it exactly. Constant rain,

Enjoy Every Sandwich

Warren Zevon's advice to us all.  Our small group is one fewer this week.  A reminder that the worst things in life come some idle Tuesday.  Even when things are going well, bad things can come out of nowhere.  And no matter how bad things are at the moment for many of us, if your worries are only financial then things could be worse.

Film reviews

Been watching movies recently.

Some good ones - 4 Lions, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, All that Jazz.

All that Jazz is a classic. They dont make them like that anymore. Hadnt seen it in a couple of decades, but it is still great. Off the wall, and for me the best film about showbusiness outside of the Producers.

Scott Pilgrim did not dissappoint. My GLW hated it and turned off. For me, steeped in comics, it was brilliant. Extremely funny, visually inventive, and generally wizzbang. I can see why it bombed though. It veered between comic book and realism far too much for anyone but geeks. Can't wait to see it again.

4 Lions is a work of genius. Anyone with an interest in islamic terrorism should see this film. As the director Chris Morris said, it does for Al Queda what Dad's Army did for the Home Guard. Should win an Oscar. Funny, empathic, surreal, satirical, grounded, sad. Everything you need.

One that was disappointing was Inception. Very Pretty but no emotional content, and the twist is only a twist if you dont watch a lot of SF.

And this early in the season Liverpool vs Spurs is going to be pretty important. If Spurs lose it will be easier for us to finish above them.

Summer's gone

2 days back at school, and it feels like autumn. And what is with the need for Astronauts costumes?

The link about covers my views on the US Republican party - see here

Mogh

Pooch. The Boy. Himself.

Mogh died in the garden last night, aged 11, after a short illness. There was no pain or discomfort. He just stopped eating and faded away rather rapidly. The vets could find nothing wrong with him, so we must assume it was just his time. Though far sooner that we hoped.

I hope that, being named for a Klingon warrior, he is in StoVoKor now with his sister B'eti, and old friend Dax. That many prawns are being eaten, and much catnip rolled in. And that tall tales are being told of the birdies hunted, the mouses caught and the days when he brought in rats.

His garden will soon become other cat's territory, but he will live on in our hearts. As I type this I expect to hear his chirp, and to see him padding through to sit on the keyboard and then amble hopefully over to the fridge.

Rest in Peace dear friend. K'pla

too early

Once again it is too early for football. I am still waiting for my summer.

27 club

On the BBC radio programme "more or less" yesterday they did some quick number crunching on the deaths of rockstars. They assumed there would be a confirmation bias about the age of 27, and there possibly is. However, they found that most rock stars become famous or successful about the age of 25, and that in the following 5 years they had a 2.3% chance of dying. That is ten times the chances of a normal person, and higher than a soldier serving 5 years in Iraq (1.9%).
So the 27 club will probably have more members in future.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b012x12m

Tough week

I lost my nerve after feeling that after working like a Dervish for 4 months all I have done is kept us financially in the same place. Without it we would have lost everything, but after it we are still only a couple of months from the wolf knocking on the door.
This has led to panic attacks and an inability to focus and concentrate.
Meanwhile the bills are appearing at horrible frequency -the breadcrumbs birthday party, breadcrumbs sports camps, the Purple People Carrier having one of those months all cars have.
So far it is a new tyre, 2 new windscreen wipers, 2 windscreen washer nozzles (thanks to the baboons at Knowsley), petrol and coming up soon a big service with a change of timing belt. Ouch.

But the long term worrying thing is that the littlest breadcrumb may be suffering from glaucoma. Which means that she will be in treatment for the rest of her life, and has risk of damaged or lost sight.

The treak is to keep breathing, is a great novel by Janice Galloway. And the only advice possible.

This week's hotel room - Radisson Edwardian Bloomsbury

And jolly nice it is too. Room is pretty spacious by London standards and quite comfortable. Food is good. No doubt it is staggeringly expensive, but I am not paying so I don't know. The best thing about it is that is about 20m from the British museum on Great Russell Street. This makes it easy to just slip over the road and amble round. Yesterday was the Minoan rooms, which followed on a recent In our Time on Minoan culture. Also got to see more of the "history of the world in 100 objects" - the very first was a hand axe that is 1.5 million years old. 1.5million. Wow. Difficult to think that at that time there even were humans.

Crash of the Elysium

Great fun. The twins were alternately terrified and engaged for an hour. Surprisingly there were no merchandise opportunities - we would have shopped!

Manchester International Festival in Salford Quays - if your have kids aged between 8 and 12 you have to take them

The next day's room

The Wednesday night brought a rather different room - effectively a student room. In fact I thought it was as student campus, but it turned out to be a NUS training camp.

This was Yarnfield Training and Conference Centre, which is the former GPO and BT training centre. A Massive complex - very much like a student hall of residence. It seems so large that bits of it are now getting run down through disuse.

A little bit of a blast from the past.

Last week' hotel room Tuesday 27th

The Marriott Victoria and Albert in Manchester. Jolly nice. I really do like Marriotts. In fact I think I would like to live in one.

Internet was not free which is an irritation - do hotels not realise that this just causes aggrovation with guests?

Food and drink good and not especially expensive for a hotel

The first thing I want to say is....

mandate, my ass.

Last night I watched Don Lett's documenatary about Gil Scott Heron - The Revolution will not be televised. It was on BBC Four, but is not available on i-player (presumably for rights reasons), but with luck it will be repeated.

Gil was on himself - clearly suffering from his cocaine addition and HIV. His teeth were poor and he looked even more gaunt than usual. But his humour and intelligence shone through. It is tempting to say what a shame it was that this man suffered from such a terrible and debilitating addiction which deprived us his talents for most of the past twenty or twenty five years. But he seemed to accept it, and his story deserves to be about what he did rather than what else he might have done. After all plenty of people never reach his heights in the first place.

As an aside, few people swear as well as Gil - the timing and usage of a poet. Never just for the sake of it, always for judged effect.

I saw him live twice. Both in his missing years in the late 80s and early 90s. I don't know whether the drugs came first, and lead to his decline, or whether as suggested by the programme the music world decided he was old hat and his decline lead to the drugs. Only last night did I realise what a comedown it must have been from touring the world with Stevie Wonder to touring the backrooms that I saw him in.

The first was in Boston, USA. It was my first trip to the USA and I was extending a business trip to take advantage. I have no idea what made me go to Boston, apart from the fact that I could stop there for free on the way from Cincinatti to New York. In the rental car I heard that Gil was playing at a club. I changed my plans immediately.

I'd loved his music since "B-movie" was on an NME tape, starting off with the quote above. Secrets, not one of his best known albums, was one of the soundtracks to my first serious relationship. But he was mythical - not the sort of person who ever toured. It seemed impossible to imagine ever seeing him live.

To give you an idea of how important it was, while waiting to go to the club a perfectly nice attractive young American girl offered to take me back to her place. I turned her down. Just so I could go to see Gil. Seriously, I've never done that for anyone else.

And then he let me down. He bad mouthed Britain, saying what a cold grey place it was. I was probably the only Brit there, and why would he think there was even one. He got big laughs, but it disappointed me.

I still went when he played the Riverside in Newcastle, and I got to meet him backstage when he signed a book of poems for me. He was polite, but clearly keen to get on to other things. But that time it was ok for me. I realised he was a man, not a hero - and indeed he would have laughed at people seeing him as a role model, or any kind of perfect creature.

It must have been tough going from big gigs to the Riverside, which was only about 250 people.

The documentary made me realise that there is music of his out there that I have not heard, and I want to. That is unusual for this sort of programme. Normally you just remember the hits. This made me want to go deeper. So it was a success. The thing about Gil was that the combination of poetry (because he genuinely was a poet, not just a lyric writer), jazz and politics was pretty rare - and still is.

When I was younger I would have thought he had a good innings dying at 62. Now I am creeping up on 50 I realise how young it was, and how young he was when he started doing all this great music. We were practically contemporaries.

RIP Gil Scott Heron.

This week's hotel room

The really quite pleasant, and reassuringly expensive Park Plaza in Amsterdam. The first hotel you come to when you walk out of Central Station. A sensible internet policy (free for low bandwidth, pay if you want broadband) but a bizarre 15Euro charge to use the gym. Do they want us to be fat? More money than I would pay, but I'm not picking up the bill.

distance living

Been out the country for 3 of the past 4 weeks. Two weeks here, then away again. Then maybe 2 more weeks here and away for 2 more weeks (one in London).
Good for the bank balance, and therefore for my state of health. But a bit of a drag - in the way that people who understand "lost in translation" will understand. And other people will say "oh, isnt it interesting to be in Istanbul/Abu Dhabi/Qatar/Amsterdam/Vienna?"

3 years of King Kenny

Which he deserves. But the whalloping at home by Spurs shows how far we have to go. As KD himself said there is a bigger gap between 6th and 4th in the Premiership than between 12th and 6th. We were outplayed, and their bench was way better than ours. Here's to next season.

Idiot

Prime Minister David Cameron used the Today programme to decry the idea of Gordon Brown becoming Managing Director of the IMF. He then suggested that it was time for someone from the developing economies to take the role.

I have never come across such a piece of self serving, and UK damaging nonsense. David Cameron used to complain bitterly about the decline of UK influence in the world, and now he seeks to give it away so that he can stick the boot into his predessor. He is using Britain's prestige as a tool for narrow political advantage.

I am sure that he genuinely feels Brown is not the man for the job. However how can it be in Britain's interest to give away a key global role for no gain? A Brit in the job, even the wrong man, at least has some interest in the country doing well.

The Tories have previous on this. Out of spite they have attacked Tony Blair bidding to become European President, and the appointment of a Brit as de facto head of European Foreign Policy. Because they were from the Labour Party. As if having a British President of Europe would not have reflected well on the country. Other countries are sensible enough to realise that politics should stop at the border. In their disdain for anyone who is not exactly like them the Tories have shown their contempt for the whole country of Great Britain. These are the people who have talked of it not mattering if they have no presence in Scotland, Wales or Northern Ireland because of their majority in England. Forgetting that they are supposed to be a Unionist party, and not an English party.

They should put aside their hatred of Labour, and look to the good of the country. As opposed to just the bits of it that they own.

1-1

What an attitude. One nil down after 97 minutes, Liverpool managed to draw 1-1 at Arsenal with another (rather soft) penalty as the last kick of the game.
That is a major change - there would have been no blame for having lost to Arsenal, away from home, having lost 3 players to injury. Under Roy Hodgson that would have been seen as a reasonable excuse. Under Dalgleish the excuse was not needed.

I feel sorry for Arsenal, who I would prefer to win the Premiership, but they did not really deserve to win.

So now we have 5 games left - one against Spurs - to catch Spurs or Man City for the last European place. 6 points behind, 15 to play for... I think we need to beat Spurs at Anfield, and then take 9 or the remaining 12. Doable given that it is Fulham, Birmingham and Villa. An amazing turnaround from Christmas

The Change in the weather

It is amazing that a bit of better weather can make things more bearable. Despite the fact that things are no better workwise, or in fact even worse. A weekend in Paris also was a break and a chance to see that things could be worse - one friend's business is now in administration. At least I am not there yet.

Change in the weather

So, business is still grim - but I am still in business. Mrs. Breadcrumb's new job is going well, which is a relief.
And the cherry blossom is begining to come though. Always my favourite sign of Spring.

Funny how, although times remain hard, the coming of spring makes things seem just that little bit brighter and that little bit more possible.
We live to fight another month.

Though the mighty reds only now have the battle for 5th to fight for. And it seems too much in too little time. I have to say I didn't think we could even get into the position where it was possible. King Kenny has made a big difference. Suarez and Carroll have real potential, but the rest of the squad looks thin. Roll on next season. And come on whoever is playing MUFC in any competition. (mean spirited I know, but still...)

A year of change

I thought it was going to be a year of change. Looks like I had no idea how much.
Mrs Breadcrumb has just one more week in her current job, and is trying to work out whether here new home is the fire or somewhere cooler than the frying pan. At least during the jump there is cooling down.
I am trying to work out whether I want to change what I do - which is largely driven by the fact that this year I am not making any money doing it.
We have a house move to plan. The breadcrumbs little helper has a marriage to finally face up to. The godparents have two breadcrumbs of their own to adopt.
The economy is on the fritz, the environment is on the fritz, and the middle east (source of much of my income) is on the turn.

Year of change indeed.

Meanwhile Liverpool beat Sparta Prague. All together now - "We are Sparta FC"!

Insights

Funny the insights you get as you are falling asleep. I suddenly found myself thinking that the reason I am self-indulgent as an adult is because I was rather neglected as a child. This is not an excuse incidentally, more a warning to myself.

Isn't it funny how things from our childhood can still haunt us decades later.

all political careers end in failure

I wonder if we can add Prime Minister Berlesconi and Colnel Gadaffi to the list of people contemplating them message?

4 gym sessions, ice skating and swimming in a week. I may be old, decrepit and skint, but at least I can try to do something about the decrepit bit.

odds and ends

Mrs Breadcrumb is away for the week wrapping up odds and ends with her old job. So, I am at something of a loose end in the evenings. Saw Spurs beat AC Milan - great goal by Crouchie - still don't know why we sold him.

Then finished off the Millenium trilogy for the second time. It's rare I re-read books - especially within 12 months. It may be something like comfort food - you know you are going to like it. But great books.

And tonight will be Arsenal vs Barcelona - which should be good. They are the 2 teams I would choose to watch if Liverpool were not involved. According to my principles I should support Arsenal, but my heart wants Barcelona to be brilliant and win again.

Meanwhile, there is sunlight during the day and I am going to the gym. Although realistically our finances are still perilous, it is easier to be positive. Or at least ignore the situation. Some paid work would be nice though.

The American Constitution

I'm a Brit, so I don't always understand American Culture - but I've become strangely interested in the logic of the Tea Party and other Republicans who have a fixation on the American Constitution. From here, in the land they broke away from to write the constitution (by a bunch of slave owners with holes in the ground for toilets as pointed out by Scott Adams of Dilbert), there seems to have a lot of people who believe all the answers and authority of the US government lies in the constitution as originally written. Now they have Amended the constitution. Does that mean the Tea Party think that all the Amendments should be withdrawn? Or do they accept the amendments? In which case their whole argument collapses (because obviously the original constitution was not perfect, and there is no obvious reason why the current version should be either). Just asking. It confuses me.
I am used to people having holes in their political beliefs (says a guy who is apparently to the left of 98% of the population on social matters, and to the right of 90% on economic matters) - but this seems more aligned with the views taken by religous cults than real politics.


In the UK we avoid this by not having a written constitution, which allows our politicians to make things up as they go along. Note that this doesn't seem to work either.
At some stage I shall get exercised by the government deciding that we can have an extra MEP, but not bothering to going to all the trouble and expense of holding an election - just appointing a Tory off the Midlands list. That is the sort of thing you expect in Egypt! Oh, we could have had an election but it would have cost money, so we decided not to bother...
Even if it is perfectly legal it shows a disregard for the democratic process which is staggering. As did the attempted coup when they pushed for a fixed term government that could not be defeated by a majority of the House of Commons but only a majority +5%. Again, in most countries we call that fixing the parliament.

Oh apparently I am going to rant about it now. Sorry.

all political careers end

in failure.

I forget who said that, but I wonder if Mubarak has heard it?

Fernando who?

Well, to be serious, Torres is a great player and will get better at Chelsea. However, beating Chelsea in London was more than I could have hoped for. Despite my reservations about the potential damage to King Kenny if he should fail, it seems that (so far) he is succeeding. Liverpool again look like a Liverpool team. They seem to have confidence that they can actually beat anyone (personally I am pretty pleased this is not going to be tested against Barcelona). A cause for (cautious) optimism.

On that tack though, if Arsenal can conceed 4 to Newcastle, what is going to happen when they play Barcelona and Lionel Messi?

things could be worse

Bleak as things sometimes seem, they could be worse. A friend of the Breadcrumb's little helper has had a breakdown and is needing round the clock support and attention to make sure she does not harm herself. As well as taking herself off the grid she had cancelled all her bills, including the rent, with the clear implication that she would not be around to pay them next time.

As Peter Hook said about Ian Curtis - a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

I hope she makes it through.

off we go

Mrs Breadcrumb is escaping the evil empire, otherwise known as Bastard, Bastard and Greedy GmbH, and heading for the wilds of Widnes.
We means that me, the breadcrumbs, one cat, 5 fish, and 2 gerbils will also be heading west. But not until 2011. Cut off for schools is 1 March, and we don't know where we are going to live, so the move has to wait until next year.

As David Tennant said as Dr Who, "I don't want to go". I shall be happy when we are there, but the thought of the upheaval and losing our friends here is rather disheartening.

Still, we are only here because of Mrs Breadcrumb's job, so it is not surprising we have to move again. And hopefully this will be the last time. But it is unlikely we can ever again afford something as large and rambling as this house. Shame, but there you go.

Transfer Madness

£50m for Torres seems about right. £35m for Andy Carroll? I hope I am as wrong about that as I was about Roy Hodgson.
I had forgotten that it was Chelsea at the weekend. Shouldn't we have a clause saying that he could not play in that game?
Got to feel sorry for Anelka, and that is not something you can say everyday.

two in a row

So the Mighty Reds sneaked past Fulham, after their convincing display against Wolves. It means we only need 8 or 9 points to avoid relegation. Which is both good and sad. We need about the same to get 5th place. So our best chance of Europe next season is to win the Europa league. But it shows that things can get better, and I take heart from that in both football and real life.

Still hanging in there

Blue Monday over a week ago, but I am still hanging on by my fingernails and expecting the sky to fall at any minute. I need more good news. I find it almost impossible to watch the news now - just too glum for words.

Beyond Blue Monday

Yesterday was apparently the most depressing, or depressed, day of the year for most of us. Really felt like it. Anyway that it gone, so maybe I can be more positive from now on. The trouble is the crushing anxiety that is currently a constant companion.

Deep breaths.
Next!

Till things are brighter

Things are pretty bad wherever you go...

Been a bad time, and things are still remarkably tough. Call it reality biting, or seasonal disorder, I find it hard to keep my head in the right place. The black dog is not exactly with me, but I can hear a howling in the trees behind the garden.

And this feels like a year of change. Mrs Breadcrumb will find out next week whether she has a new job which will mean uprooting us all. The Breadcrumbs would of course have to find a new school. And their joint carer is probably getting married and going home to central Europe in the summer.

I would like to be really positive about it all, but I live my days in a state of dread worrying about what imminent disaster is about to befall us.

Compared to some others we have it pretty easy - oppressive debts but a fairly large (though unstable) income. Loving family life.

So it goes.

dear oh dear

Losing to Wolves at home for the first time in 26 years is not a good way for the once Mighty Reds to go into the new year. I wish them, and everyone else, a better year in 2011 than they had in 2010. And particularly Roy Hodgson, in the new job that appears to be coming his way...

I'm still standing

There is never a good time to quote Elton John, but at the end of 2010 that is about all I can think. This year has been a gruelling slog, and it is still not clear exactly what the light is at the end of the tunnel. Or whether it is real or an illusion. Certainly, to jump metaphors, we are not yet out of the woods.

Still, here we are, another day older and deeper in debt (as they say - not entirely accurately).
If we are still in the same position in 12 months, that would actually be a major achievement. So, time to pause. Rest. Try to regather the energy that seems completely spent. Pick myself up off the floor. And go to it again.

God, I am tired. But the fight is not gone entirely.

Hope that 2011 is better to you than 2010, or you can imagine.

Half a world away

Britain is under a metre of snow, as shown by the love of my life. Meanwhile, I appear to be visiting the set of Blade Runner. Literally half a world apart.

two nil torres

I really did not expect that. Been a good month for the mighty reds, but beating Chelsea two nil was unexpected. Roy can rest easier tonight. What a difference a month of good results makes.

A history of the world in thousands of Objectives

In London for a week, and able to slip away to the British Museum. I thought I was getting a little bored of going there everytime I could. But when I walked through the doors into the Grand Court I changed my mind (again). The changing light as it got dark made the area feel amazing. Going up into the Mesopotamian section there was such a wealth of artifacts about such as little known area of human history. Then coming out of that section (53) into the Grand Court at the cafe at the top of the old reading room - amazing (again). It made me feel proud that in the UK we can still do such amazing things so well.

And of course the History of the World in 100 objects is an amazing series of podcasts/broadcasts.

I'll be back

Amsterdam

In Amsterdam for a week. Wondering round I am coming to the view that Amsterdam is in fact a massive trick played on the stoners, tokers and nere-do-wells by the strict and Presbyterian Dutch - who do not partake, but do take the rent, and the taxes. The smokers and hookers and visitors are all non-Dutch, while the Dutch seem to exist in a parallel world of books and high design.

Sadly, I am now old and reactionary enough to side with the Dutch. I find myself wandering past yet another "coffee" bar and thinking "don't you have anything better to do?" Suddenly Bohemanian just seems to mean not working hard enough. What a difference 20 years makes - not in the city but in me.

LFC again

I’ve just been reading Michael Lewis’s Moneyball. Tom Hicks and John W Henry both crop up in it as baseball club owners, which is relevant to their battle for LFC. Moneyball is about the way the Oakland A’s baseball club overachieved for their budget, because their General Manager worked out ways to value players in a different way to other clubs. Hicks appears a couple of times in a generally negative light as someone who overpaid for underperforming players. Henry appears as a club owner open to new ideas, and willing to learn and change to become more successful. If those are accurate representations, it would be a good sign for LFC.

Make or break

I was a supporter of Roy Hodgson becoming manager at LFC. Now I think he is at make or break point. A defeat to Everton in the derby game and I think his position will be unsustainable. LFC in the relegation zone until November would be unacceptable to the supporters and club. Personally I hope he makes it.

this week's blasts from the past

Johnny Cash and Scritti Polliti. Odd combination I know.

So tired

A month of deadlines, many of which are making Douglas Adam’s famed whizzing sound as they go past.  There is something incredibly disspiriting about getting up tired and dragging myself down to write.  At least I have something to do, so I should be grateful.

Onwards and upwards – or at least sideways.

October looms.

Thin margins

My life is getting run on ever thinner margins. The global slowdown and recession took away all my room to manoeuvre, and any room for error. Like many people I am in daily worry about letters from the bank and credit cards. In theory I am a lot better off than many people. I worry for them.

These are hard times. Which is a cliche, and easier to say if you are the multi-millionaire, Eton educated son of a multi-millionaire. Harder for those of us with no safety net. The people that the banks, in their wisdom, are now screwing with high interest rates and no opportunity to change to another provider because of their tightening of credit controls. We are paying interest rates that are double what they should be realistically. They rebuild their profitability, and the rest of us cannot sleep.


Things are scheduled to be brighter. But I worry about rain.

A joy for ever

Groove is in the Heart. Deee-lite.

There has never been a time in the past 20 years (it was released in 1990) that this song has not been a real joy to listen to. If you haven't heard it - go buy now.

Planetary

I have at last finished Planetary by Warren Ellis and John Casaday (and Laura Martin). And I mean at last. I first came across it on a newsletter from those nice people at Page 45 in Nottingham (a recommended comic shop). Probably 5 years ago. I read the first compilations and then waited. And Waited! But not as long as the people who started at the beginning. These meagre 27 issues took more than a decade to be delivered (really - 10 years). And then I decided to wait for the Absolute edition rather than read it piecemeal.

It was worth it. If you love comics, and for some reason have not read this - go buy it now. If you don't love comics, you'll probably enjoy it but it will not mean the same to you. Just at the moment, think it is better than Watchmen.

The Absolute editions are worth the money, because the artwork and colouring need to be seen. Bright lights, flat pages, clean hands, full attention. Beautiful. And the homages to all the other comics add something rather than being pastiches. You seen how things could have turned out differently.

Now off to read Locas II, a compilation from my all time favourite Jamie Hernandez