Category Archives: Miscellaneous

Blaney’s Blarney

Yesterday, Mr Donal Blaney, a solicitor and political commentator, was granted permission by the High Court to serve an injunction by Twitter – the first time this has ever been done.  The injunction required an unknown Twitter user to stop posting under Mr Blaney’s identity and to identify himself.

Today, I received from Twitter notification that Mr Blaney was following me, which I thought a bit of a coincidence.  In fact, given the particularly revolting content of the follower’s postings, it was pretty obviously the individual Mr Blaney is gunning for, who is self-evidently in flagrant breach of the injunction.

I have blocked Mr Blaney’s persecutor, who is clearly severely disturbed, from following me and wish Mr Blaney every success in suing the pants off him.

Quote of the day

By the Times’s Rachel Sylvester on Labour’s difficulties in adjusting to the post-Blair era:

It’s as if the Labour Party had been colonised for a decade by a foreign invader and is not quite sure how to behave now that it has its independence back. Perhaps Lord Mandelson remains so loyal to Mr Brown because he is suffering from post-colonial guilt.

Well done, Gwyn

Gwyn

To St Asaph, and a lunch party in honour of my good friend Gwyn Davies, Clocaenog, who has achieved the tremendous feat of losing over 14 stone in just nine months.

Gwyn would be the first to acknowledge that his weight was severely endangering his health; he decided last year that enough was enough and, with the help of his personal trainer, embarked on a rigid regime of exercise and controlled diet. 

He also obtained the generous sponsorship of his friends and colleagues for his weight loss programme, and today presented cheques of £2,000 each to Macmillan Cancer Care and Clawddnewydd community shop.

Gwyn is an inspiration;  he has shown that it is possible to improve your life beyond recognition if you take  control of  it.  I am very proud of him.

Lucky numbers

lottery ballsThe Bulgarian sports minister has ordered an inquiry after the same six numbers – 4, 15, 23, 24, 35 and 42 – were drawn in consecutive rounds of the national lottery.

The BBC news website reports:

 A mathematician said the chance of the same six numbers coming up twice in a row was one in four million. But he said coincidences do happen.

Exactly; and, of course, the whole basis of a lottery is coincidence: the coincidence that your ticket bears the same numbers as those drawn in the lottery.

Mathematically, the odds against the same numbers being drawn on a second occasion are precisely the same as those against any other numbers being drawn, i.e., astronomically high.  So why do we humans express surprise when the same sequence – or, indeed, any particular sequence – is drawn?   And would we express similar surprise if the numbers drawn were 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6, rather than 4, 15, 23, 24, 35 and 42?

Doing something normal for a change

Crafnant

I don’t know what, if anything, has happened in the world of politics today and, for once, I don’t care.

Sara and I took the dog for a walk around Llyn Crafnant on what must surely be the best day of the summer.  It was absolutely wonderful and if anyone can tell me of a finer place than North Wales on such a day, I’d love to hear it.  But I wouldn’t believe it.

Gaddafi wipes Britain off the map

Gaddafi website

If proof were needed that relations between the United Kingdom and Libya may still be somewhat fragile, notwithstanding the prisoner transfer agreement, one could do worse than visit the personal website of Colonel Muammar Gaddafi – or, rather, al Gathafi.

The banner at the top of the Brother Leader’s welcome page bears a map of the world from which the British Isles have been conspicuously and pointedly omitted.

Apostrophes matter. Full stop.

Good to see that the increasingly and shamefully neglected apostrophe is fighting back, supported by a number of local authorities (HT Harry Phibbs).

The Telegraph reports that councils including Salford, Hampshire, Vale of Glamorgan, Devon, Derby, Salisbury, Plymouth, and East Northamptonshire have taken to issuing “idiot’s guides” on the correct use of apostrophes and other punctuation marks.  The Salford advice, quoted in the Telegraph, sets out the argument for proper punctuation with admirable clarity:

“Do not assume that if you don’t know whether to use an apostrophe, then most of your readers won’t either.

“Many of your readers will notice, and they will infer that you did not learn to write correctly. If a reader notices that you have used incorrect grammar, you will instantly lose credibility.”

Full marks to whomever wrote that; he (or she) knows not also the value of punctuation, but also the correct use of that often-misused verb, “infer”, and is therefore a pearl beyond price.

Not what it says on the shoebox

This morning, I received through my letterbox the latest glossy catalogue from a well-known supplier of men’s clothing much patronised by Members of Parliament. 

Among the goods on offer was a range of shoes described as “made using skills from Northamptonshire factories”.  These were considerably cheaper than those from another range described as “made in Northants, England”.

It’s fairly obvious that the first range is foreign-made.  Possibly the shoemakers, or at least some of them, once visited a Northampton factory before returning to China, India, or wherever, to turn out their shoes at knock-down prices.  But foreign the shoes certainly are.  It’s just that the retailer knows that they wouldn’t sell in anywhere near the same volumes if they were described as, say, “made in Bangalore, India”.

The weakness of labelling and trade description laws in this country (about which I have previously blogged)  is utterly scandalous.  Northampton shoes are known the world over as probably the finest made.  Yet there is nothing to prevent a retailer from describing foreign-made shoes in such a manner as to give the impression that they originate in the county of Northampton. 

This is a wholly disreputable practice, of which the retailer – a household name –  should be thoroughly ashamed.

Practising what they preach

Make do and mendThe John Lewis Partnership has hit the headlines today with its “modern reworking” of the 1943 Ministry of Information booklet Make do and Mend, updated for the benefit of contemporary credit crunch victims.

The 2009 version not only repeats the wartime advice to use raw potatoes to revive scuffed shoes and toothpaste to remove scratches from jewellery, but also tells you how to prolong the life of your iPod and save money on recordable CDs by reusing memory sticks.

The Evening Standard also offers the fascinating information that:

The guide was written after the department store consulted 28,000 staff, some of whom John Lewis says were working in its stores when the original pamphlet was issued.

Given that in 1943 the school leaving age had just been raised to 15, this means that some JL partners must be at least 81 years old – surely an example, if one were needed, of the firm’s own sensibly frugal approach when it comes to personnel management.

Housekeeping

A brief housekeeping note: from time to time, readers post comments asking where I stand on this, that or the other issue.  There has been a flurry of such posts recently.  These are by nature off-topic and are consequently deleted, in accordance with my comments policy.

If you are a Clwyd West resident and want to write to me about such matters, you are welcome to do so. My contact details may be found on my constituency website.

Disgusting humanity

A case reported in today’s Daily Post illustrates how truly appallingly some people can behave toward their fellow-creatures.

A number of illegal Vietnamese immigrants paid large fees to a criminal gang to bring them to Britain in the hope of finding a better life.  Instead, they were virtually enslaved in an operation that forced them to cultivate cannabis in houses across North Wales.  They were incarcerated in their dreadful places of work and given food and a bed, but nothing else.

Twelve Vietnamese were imprisoned for periods of up to four and a half years, after which they will be deported.

Whilst acknowledging that they had to be given deterrent sentences, it is hard not to  feel some pity for them, and real anger toward those who treated them with such contempt and estimated their lives so cheaply.

Spanish practices at the DVLA

DVLAI have just renewed my tax disc online, and a pleasantly straightforward procedure it was, too.

However, on entering the DVLA website, I was surprised to be informed:

If you tax or SORN on-line or by phone this month you will be entered into a FREE prize draw for one of three brand-new SEAT Ibiza Ecomotive cars.

I’d be delighted if I were a lucky winner, of course, but, given the current fragile state of the UK motor manufacturing industry, I wonder why the DVLA decided not to offer British cars as prizes.

A View from the Foothills

MullinI have just started reading Chris Mullin’s A View from the Foothills, which is recommended summer reading for frontbenchers.

The first couple of dozen pages are encouragingly entertaining, relating Mullin’s early struggle to come to terms with ministerial life after his appointment by Tony Blair to the position of Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State at the Department of the Environment.  Mullin was in truth a reluctant minister, reporting ruefully the unspoken criticism of the Guardian’s Michael White that, in accepting the appointment,  he had in fact suffered a demotion from his previous role of chairman of the Home Affairs select committee.

Although I have only just started the book, I am stuck by its similarity to Alan Clark’s Diaries.  Clark’s narrative of his life as a minister commences in 1983, 16 years before Mullin’s.  Yet little has changed in the intervening 16 years.  There is still the ceaseless attrition of the minister by his civil servants, who, for the most part, seem to get the better of the battle.

Mullin is a good writer with an easy style and I am sure I will enjoy the book.

Images of a lost Wales

Colwyn Bay

I am grateful to the Western Mail website for drawing my attention to the US Library of Congress photostream of images of Wales from the late 19th and early 20th century.  The photograph above, of Colwyn Bay’s Station Road circa 1890, is of particular local interest.

The pictures were originally published by the Detroit Publishing Company and the slideshow is very well worth viewing.

Bee friendly

I strongly approve of Natural England’s campaign to encourage more people to keep bees, to, at least, to grow more insect-friendly plants.

I first took an interest in the plight of the honeybee in 1995, shortly after I had been selected as the candidate for Conwy.  At that time, the national stock of bees was being ravaged by the varroa mite.  Fourteen years on, and the problem is still with us; honeybee numbers have fallen by over ten per cent over the last two years.

Natural England says that even city dwellers could keep bees, by placing hives on their balconies or rooftops.  Perhaps Defra and WAG could take a lead in this regard, by keeping colonies on their rooftops in Westminster and Aberystwyth.

The value of bee pollination to the British economy was estimated by the National Audit Office earlier this year at £200 million; in fact, the value of bees to civilisation itself is much higher, some would say fundamental.

There is some dispute as to whether Albert Einstein actually uttered the words often attributed to him:

“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe then man would only have four years of life left. No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants, no more animals, no more man.”

On the other hands, as the Italians do say, if it isn’t true, then it is very well founded.