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October, 2004

  1. Ken Bigley

    October 20, 2004 by dafyd

    No doubt you’ve read about the editorial in The Spectator, edited by Boris Johnson, about the beheading of Ken Bigley.

    The article, in the issue dated 16 October, says people in Liverpool “cannot accept that they might have made any contribution to their misfortunes, but seek rather to blame someone else for it, thereby deepening their sense of shared tribal grievance about the rest of society”.

    It says Liverpudlians “wallow” in their “victim status”, adding it is part of the “deeply unattractive psyche” of many in the city.

    The article goes on to say Ken Bigley’s brother Paul was wrong to say the Prime Minister has “blood on his hands”.

    It says Mr Bigley took a risk by working in Iraq against the advice of the Foreign Office, and that “his motives and misjudgements… should, without lessening sympathy for him and his family, temper the outpouring of sentimentality in which many have engaged for him”.

    It also says the city made a scapegoat of police in the wake of the Hillsborough disaster, refusing to acknowledge the part played “by drunken fans at the back of the crowd who mindlessly tried to fight their way into the ground”.

    For the whole text of the editorial, head over to The Spectator – you may need to register with them for free.

    Basically, I agree with the sentiment of the article. It’s true that we have not seen so much grieving for the 80-or-so British soldiers who have died in Iraq since the war started. Ken Bigley knew what he was getting into when he started working there – he ignored Foreign Office travel advisories and, quite frankly, common sense. Of course he runs the risk of getting kidnapped or killed if he’s working in one of the most dangerous countries on Earth. I deplore the fact that he was killed. I don’t in any way condone the fact that he was kidnapped and executed. What I don’t understand is how his death can have affected so many people. Well, in fact, I know exactly why – the Daily Mail, the Sun, the Mirror… all sensationalised the story to such an extent that it was difficult to ignore it. It would be interesting to see how many people how have heard of Ken Bigley would be able to name the two Americans who were kidnapped and beheaded at the same time (Jack Hensley and Eugene Armstrong).

    I appreciate that many people will have hugely different opinions, but that’s what this blog is for – it let’s me explain how I feel about something. That is also what an editorial or op-ed column in a newspaper or magazine is for. It is not news. It is one journalist’s take on the news. And I feel strongly that the Spectator editorial is completely justified, especially in that context.

    I agree that some of the comments about the Hillsborough tragedy were ill-advised, and some were just plain worng, as Boris himself says in his apology to the people of Liverpool:

    What on earth was I thinking of? How could I possibly have approved an attack on Liverpool? I will tell you the genesis of the piece. I was driving a child to a football match, and we were listening on the radio to the start of the England-Wales game, where it was the intention to hold a minute’s silence in memory of Ken Bigley. I listened with mounting disbelief and disgust; because instead of keeping silent – as the people of Liverpool kept silent – the crowd started to jabber. Then they started to swear, and jeer, and catcall. After what seemed like barely twenty or thirty seconds the ref was so embarrassed that he gave up, and blew the whistle for the start of the game. The following day I looked in the papers for an account of this disgrace, and found nothing, and thought we should have a piece on it. I brooded on the causes. How could people behave so thuggishly, when called upon to hold a minute’s silence? It occurred to me that the crowd’s reaction showed there was something by definition false in the decision to hold the minute’s silence. The ceremony required people to show an emotion that – manifestly, alas – they did not all feel. Suppose a British crowd had been asked to hold a minute’s silence for those who died in the second world war. Or suppose that they were asked to commemorate all the British soldiers who have died in Iraq, or the victims of some IRA atrocity. I don’t believe that silence would have been interrupted by anything more than a cough. So it struck me that a large part of the crowd was in a sense rebelling against an imposed sentiment; and that made me think about a leader on the difficulties of the culture of sentimentality in modern Britain. No doubt I shall be strongly criticized for saying this, but I still believe that the underlying point of that editorial was serious, and was worth pondering. Whatever apologies I am about to make, it would be absurd and Orwellian if I were to perform a complete intellectual U-turn, and repudiate, this week, the main point of a leader I published last week. I still think it worth saying that it is a sad truth that tumultuous displays of grief, like those we saw for Ken Bigley, will tend to encourage the Islamic terrorists, because they increase the political value of each kidnapping and murder. Time and again, in the leader, we stressed our horror and revulsion at Ken Bigley’s death. Time and again we extended our heartfelt sympathies to his family. But we also pointed out that it was wrong of some of the Bigley family to say that Tony Blair had Ken’s blood on his hands, because in our view the people who had Ken Bigley’s blood on their hands were the people who killed him. And I say that because I do not believe it would have been right for the Government to negotiate with his kidnappers in such a way as to encourage further kidnappings, and jeopardize the lives of others working in Iraq. We concluded with a point – which I stick by – about risk, and the risks Ken was willingly running, and our modern refusal to accept that we may be in any way the authors of our own misfortunes. I now think that the point was valid, but that it was tasteless to make it in the context of Ken Bigley’s death. I am truly sorry for any offence we may have caused his relatives. But I am sorry, too, for the hurt and dismay we have so evidently caused in our description of Liverpool. There may well be some Liverpudlians who still answer to the characteristics in question – just as there are all over the country. We should not have generalized, so as to seem to refer to everyone in Liverpool. Above all, we have simply no excuse for getting our facts wrong about the Hillsborough tragedy. We said “more than 50″ Liverpool supporters died. That was I suppose technically accurate, but the real number was 96, as ten seconds on Google would have shown. And we should clearly not have blamed drunken fans at the back, when this cause was specifically ruled out by the inquiry report.

    If you’re interested, there’s another opinion at Boriswatch. There’s also a bit in the FT, whcih describes Boris as “Boris Johnson, editor of The Spectator, MP for Henley, Tory spokesman on culture, general good egg and TV star”.


  2. The Castle Family

    October 18, 2004 by dafyd

    So, I said I was going to talk about the idea of the Castle family. Here goes!

    I know that the concept of having college parents is not unique to Castle, or even to Durham. In fact, when I went to a visiting day at St Andrews, they positively raved about the idea, claiming that they invented it. Whether this is true or not I don’t know, but I can tell you that even within Durham different colleges have adopted it in different ways. My friend David, who’s at Collingwood, only has a college mum (and no siblings), and his mum’s duty is only really to make sure that he has a contact to fall back on if he ever needs it. At Castle, the system is completely different…

    Every fresher is allocated to two college parents. These parents are second year students who, during the course of the first year, ‘got married’ and have now adopted two children. Adopted isn’t necessarily the right word – freshers are allocated to their parents. So, every freshers has two parents (not necessarily a mum and a dad, because this is the 21st century … and there are more girls than boys), and a sibling. Usually, at least one of the parents is studying the same subject as the child, although this doesn’t always work becasue of variations in intake and so on. Because parents were freshers once too, the kids also have aunts, uncles, grandparents, second cousins, and a whole network of college relations.

    At Castle, the whole parent system is really encouraged by events such as the Parent Formal. In fact, tonight I have just had dinner with my family at my mum’s house!

    The whole idea is, I think, fantastic. My parents had both got in touch with me before I arrived, so I knew I had someone to talk to about the silly little things (Is it worth bringing a TV? Do I really need to buy an Ents Card? What’s the difference between a tutorial and a seminar?). Both of my parents had hunted me down within the first few days of term, so if I had any problems I could talk to them then. And both of my parents are really nice people!


  3. Dieter Fansite Updated

    October 17, 2004 by dafyd

    Tom, the chief web bod over at Blood and Thunder, the Online Dieter Hecht Resource, has done a bit of redecorating.

    The Online Dieter Hecht ResourceThe site looks nice and new in its grey-and-white colour scheme (hmm… like mine), and he’s updated some of his content. He’s reorganised the photo galleries, and promises to post to his blog more frequently (he’s had it since October 2003 and has only posted 11 times; I’ve had mine since March 2004 and this is the 67th post).

    He has written a short but sweet introduction to the site:

    Welcome to my site! I hope that you enjoy your visit and use the guestmap to interactively record your comments. Don’t miss the photo gallery, which you’ll find packed with snaps, and be sure to catch up on the latest entries in my blog.

    Let’s compare that to mine:

    Hello and welcome to me online. Here you can find out everything you could possibly want to about moi, except stuff that I don’t want you to know. Hmm, interesting. Have a look around – I recommend the Blog if you want to know what’s going on in my head at the moment. You might like to have a look at the photos in the Gallery as well.

    He’s done a nice little list of how to contact him:

    How to contact Tom

    Great – nice and easy to use, especially when compared to my shoddy little thing:

    How to contact Me

    Hmm. Don’t even get me started on the clipart.

    Well, enough griping. I’ve not got any problems with people using my site for inspiration. At least he links back to me! Oh, and for the first time, his site appears to be written by him. No more “welcome to our website”. He obviously took notice of the post in which I mentioned his apparent insecurity…!

    Anyway, well done Tom! A good redesign of a site is hard to pull off – which is why mine is staying as it is for the foreseeable future. Now let’s make sure that we see regular updates…!

    Update: Hmmph. Tom made me change the button that I had on his site linking to my site. I’d made him a pretty one, specially for him, but he wanted the boring grey one. Make your mind up – the boring one on the left, or the fun one on the right?

    Update 2: I’ve just spent the last half hour going over the code to the site with Tom, trying to sort out a couple of bugs. He’s using some website maker thingy called RapidWeaver, which produces some nice-looking pages but really, really bad code!


  4. Formals

    October 15, 2004 by dafyd

    I suddenly remembered that yesterday (or was it the day before) I said I’d post something about formals (formal dinners, that is). I completely forgot. It’s not as if I’ve been doing anything, either – it just clean left my mind.

    So, here we go: formals (of which I have now had two) are fantastic! They are huge fun, despite what you may think if you simply heard “traditional college formal dinner, to which gowns must be worn” (for that is a fairly good description).

    Gowns and suits are indeed worn, and the doors to the Great Hall (think Harry Potter, only without the enchanted ceiling and floating candles) are opened at 7 o’clock, on the dot. The assembled student body (or as many as got places / could be bothered) troop into the hall, race to find a ‘decent’ seat, and remain standing until a Latin grace has been said by the nominated student.

    The food during formal is not particularly remarkable – it is simply thrown at you while you sit, as opposed to you having to throw it at yourself – but the atmosphere is fantastic. It seems everyone knows that they are part of a tradition dating back hundreds of years… and they also know that by the time they leave the hall they will have downed most of a bottle of wine!

    This is because of the tradition known as corking. Each student may bring to formal a limited amount of wine – bring too much, and it will be confiscated by the College Steward, John the Maid (who was awarded the MBE a couple of years ago – he was Steward at the college when the Master was an undergraduate here…). Anyway, once the meal is underway, students must down the contents of their glass in one go if someone puts a cork in it. Suffice to say, one only gets corked having just refilled the glass… at my first formal (Parents’ Formal – with my college parents and sister – more on them later) I was corked four times. Corking also works with gravy, custard, and in fact anything that can be downed in one.

    One may not stand up until the Senior Man does so at the end of the meal; doing so before him will lead to you being ‘sconced‘ or fined. Outdressing the Master also traditionally leads to sconcing, although our Master knows this rule and tends to dress fairly flamboyantly himself, allowing students to wear, for example, green suits.

    Formal dinner is great fun, a fantastic tradition, and an important part of Castle life. They take place twice a week, usually, and are an opportunity for one to have fun with friends while doing one’s best not to show who drunk one is. (urgh … clumsy sentence)

    Oh, and to finish with, another Castle song – sung on special occasions… please don’t take offence!

    The famous Hatfield College went to Rome to see the Pope,
    The famous Hatfield College went to Rome to see the Pope,
    The famous Hatfield College went to Rome to see the Pope,
    And this is what he said: “F—ck off!
    “Who the f—ck are Hatfield College?”
    “Who the f—ck are Hatfield College?”
    “Who the f—ck are Hatfield College?”
    And this is what he said: “F—ck off!

  5. Michael Moore v the GOP

    October 14, 2004 by dafyd

    From Michael Moore‘s blog:

    Michael Moore

    Michael Moore filed a theft complaint with the Lansing City Police today stating that “someone has stolen both the brains AND the sense of humor from the Michigan Republican Party.” The brains were locked in a box where they were placed after the last moderate Republican governor of Michigan retired in 1980. The party’s “sense of humor” was not valued at more than $100 and therefore its theft is considered a misdemeanor. “I am concerned about the loss of these two items,” Moore told reporters. “If there is anything I can do to help the Republicans find them, I will.” Anyone knowing the whereabouts of the Michigan Republicans’ brains or sense of humor is asked to call CrimeStoppers at (269) 273-6467.

    This is, of course, following the Michigan Republican Party accusation that the director is bribing students on his speaking tour to vote.

    Although Moore attacked President George Bush in his documentary Fahrenheit 9/11, his speeches do not tell people what party to vote for.

    But Republicans still believe he is breaking Michigan election rules.

    “We want everyone to participate in this year’s election, but not because they were bribed or coerced by the likes of Michael Moore,” said Greg McNeilly, executive director of the state’s Republican Party.

    During Moore’s 60-city tour of college campuses and arenas he has been getting habitual non-voters on stage to pledge they will vote in the next election.

    In exchange for promising to vote they receive gifts of potato crisps and noodles, among other small items.

    Moore responded to the criticisms, saying: “It’s ironic that Republicans have no problem with allowing assault weapons out on our streets, yet they don’t want to put clean underwear in the hands of our slacker youth.”

    Moore was in the news again today, I notice, as Bush 41 (George Sr) called him a “total ass, slimeball”. He added it was “outrageous, his lies about my family”.


  6. Why am I not surprised?

    October 13, 2004 by dafyd

    Of course – the (alleged) plot to overthrow the government of Equatorial Guinea was organised by none other than our very own Lord Archer, according to The Guardian:

    Jeffrey Archer

    New evidence has emerged linking Jeffrey Archer to the alleged conspirators behind the attempted coup in Equatorial Guinea. A lawyer for the Equatorial Guinea government said in London yesterday that telephone records showed four calls between the homes of one of the alleged financiers behind the plot, London-based Lebanese businessman Ely Calil, and Lord Archer in the run-up to the coup attempt in March. Another alleged plotter, businessman Greg Wales, also made five calls to Sir Mark Thatcher in the days after the failed coup. Solicitor Henry Page said: “The calls … provide substantial links between the conspirators around the time of the coup attempt.” Last night Lord Archer responded to a report about the telephone calls in the London Evening Standard. His lawyer released a statement on behalf of the peer, who was jailed for perjury and perverting the course of justice in 2001.

    No doubt he’ll wriggle out of it, but within a couple of years I’m sure we will find that he was, in fact, behind the assasination of JFK, Bobby Kennedy, Gandhi, John Lennon and Princess Di, he single-handedly faked the moon landings, and was responsible for the fiasco of the Millennium Dome. Let’s face it, we need a scapegoat for everything that goes wrong, and he always seems to turn up in the right places at the right time…


  7. Welcome to the Castle Saga

    October 13, 2004 by dafyd

    So, it occured to me today that I’d not really blogged about uni so far. Well, I did post the thing about the timetable fiasco, but apparently that’s pretty much sorted now.

    In case you hadn’t already picked this up, I’ve just started at University College, Durham. I’ve been here a week-and-a-half, and I’m having a great time!

    Home!Last Wednesday was matriculation. Matriculation is basically a long winded ceremony where you are officially welcomed to the university. All 250 of us freshers dressed up in our suits and gowns for the first time, and were sent off into the cathedral to cheers from the rest of the college. When we came out again there was a huge crowd of castlemen cheering and whooping us and I think everybody felt the college pride! As is traditional (apparently) we walked back down the Barbican where someone was having to perform face checks to make sure everyone was really from Castle. Every year we get somebody from Hatfield College trying to get into the photo – as it was only one Hatfielder made it through all the checks. Oh well.

    Once we were in the Courtyard and the photo had been taken we were taught the College song. Our song is sung to the tune of “Land of Hope and Glory” and goes like this: (the bits in brackets are shouted)

    Gentlemen of Castle
    Come from near and far, (near and far!)
    Now the race is over
    We’re heading for the bar, (bom bom bom)
    Nearer still and nearer,
    On to victory, (victory!)
    Floreat Castellum,
    Pride of varsity, (bom bom bom)
    Floreat Castellum,
    Balls to S. R. C.!

    It sounds fantastic when hundreds of voices are singing it!

    Lectures kind-of started on Thursday (those that had rooms, teachers and times), and now I’m getting into the swing of university life. I’ve got to go to dinner now (not formal, fortunately – I’ll post more about that tomorrow). In the next couple of days we should get our copies of the photograph taken on the front steps – when I get mine I’ll be sure to post it on here somewhere (the gallery might be a good bet!)

    Ooh… while looking for the words to the song (I couldn’t be bothered typing it out), I happened across LemurGirl’s blog – she is a second year at Castle (“I lives in a castle … I do … honest!“)… but I’m not sure who! I borrowed some of this post from her – have a look at her site if you feel like it.

    Update – 16/10/04: I have uploaded a copy of the Freshers’ Photo to the Gallery – I’m in the fourth row from the back, pretty much in the middle.


  8. Finally! Froogle UK

    October 12, 2004 by dafyd

    It’s taken them a couple of years after the US version, but Google have finally launched Froogle in the UK. Woohoo!

    Froogle UK BetaFroogle is a new service from Google that makes it easy to find information about products for sale online. By focusing entirely on product search, Froogle applies the power of Google’s search technology to a very specific task: locating stores that sell the item you want to find and pointing you directly to the place where you can make a purchase.

    Froogle is a play on the word “frugal,” meaning thrifty, and the name “Google,” which has come to stand for excellence in search technology. “Google” is itself a play on the word “googol,” which is the term for the number 1 followed by 100 zeroes. So you might say “Froogle” is a play within a play. “Beta” is geek speak for a pilot programme or test version of a product. It means that the Froogle you see today is likely to evolve and improve over time.

    As they put it in the GoogleBlog:

    Just in time to find a decent pair of wellies for the winter, we’ve launched Froogle UK. More Britons than ever are shopping online, so we wanted to offer the broadest possible shopping selection with merchants large and small who sell throughout the U.K. With unbiased price comparisons and free listings for all participating merchants, now Froogle can assist with retail therapy on both sides of the pond.

  9. England to move to continental time?

    October 11, 2004 by dafyd

    One of the most surreal articles I’ve read on BBC News:

    Generic image to do with time... Big Ben!

    An MP is bidding to harness the principle of devolution, to allow England and Wales to move to continental time without Scotland. Shifting the clocks an hour forward is popular in England because it gives lighter evenings. But previous attempts to switch time zones have been defeated by Scottish MPs whose constituents do not want winter mornings to get any darker. Kent MP Nigel Beard said devolution means Scots should not have the power to determine time for the English. In a Private Member’s Bill being introduced in parliament this week he wants to give English and Welsh MPs the power to change the clocks independently – and allow the Scottish and Northern Irish assemblies to follow if they wish. The Scottish Nationalists say they are relaxed about being an hour behind England. But if England went continental the rest of the UK would almost certainly be tugged along. The government is considering whether to support the bill. Without backing the measure will fall. Mr Beard says a compelling reason for changing the clocks is a government study showing that it would save 100 lives a year on the roads. That is because people crash more on dark evenings than on dark mornings. Similar research in the 1990s was rejected by the Scottish Secretary Michael Forsyth, who said Scottish Office statisticians believed the life-saving benefits only applied to England. Following this revelation Scottish MPs collaborated to sink a previous Private Member’s Bill to change the clocks. The BBC has been told Scottish statisticians involved did not want politicians to make their misgivings public, as they feared their technical scepticism would be used as a political weapon. In response to a BBC enquiry a Scottish Executive spokesman said the executive now accepts that changing the clocks would also save Scots’ lives. A survey by the safety groups RoSPA earlier this year suggested a majority of Scots would support changing the clocks if they knew about the savings.

    There seems to be no mention in the article of what would happen to Greenwich Mean Time… how would it work? It would really mess up the map of time zones!

    Time Zones


  10. Busted = Young Conservatives?

    October 10, 2004 by dafyd

    Found this fun little snippet while perusing the BBC News Conservative Party Conference coverage:

    There was a time when the Conservatives would have done almost anything to secure a vaguely credible celebrity endorsement. But that was before the party got groovy. All week long we have been treated to the surreal site (sic) of Nicholas Soames singing the praises of Dido and Liam Fox confessing his passion for The Scissor Sisters, playing on video screens around the conference centre. Now boy band Busted have joined the love-in. Busted!The trio – whose hits include Year 3000 and Air Hostess – bashfully owned up to their political leanings in an interview with Tatler. “I don’t really like politics but I’ve always grown up with their views – the Tories’ way of doing things. I just prefer their way of doing things,” said 21-year-old Matt Jay, a former public schoolboy. “I didn’t know them but I am becoming more familiar with them,” Mr Howard told Sky News when asked if he was a fan. “But I am very pleased they are supporting us.” Most of the Tories I spoke to on Thursday morning had not only heard of Busted, but were decidedly sniffy about their new recruits. “I think the Spice Girls’ endorsement was better,” said one young man. West Dorset Tories were more enthusiastic. “Of course, I’ve heard of Busted,” said one. “I think it’s marvellous. I think we should put them in our magazine! We should make use of them.” Shropshire Tory Henry Chance put the whole thing in perspective. The world's favorite, cuddliest Tory“One of them’s a public schoolboy, so he doesn’t count. He’s been conditioned. Another one backs the Monster Raving Loony Party. “And the third one says he ought to support the Tories because he is earning so much money these days. “It’s not really the sort of message we want to be putting out, is it?”

    They should have got Boris to comment…!