Sunday, July 30, 2006

The week's selection

Best sentence of the weekend:

'we Europeans now wish our own powerlessness upon the rest of the world. We make vaporous and offensive Nazi comparisons. We preach that unilateral action is always wrong. That position can be maintained only by people who do not have to make life-and-death decisions. It is cheap and immoral.'

- Charles Moore, cutting to the heart of the matter.

Yes, but...sentence of the week:

'a very large part of the male population, gay or straight, totally understands the idea of anonymous, no-strings sex.'

- George Michael, explaining the need to cruise on Hampstead Heath. Now, I'm fairly sure that I understand the idea of anonymous sex, and even the theoretical attraction. But I can't shake the idea that it would be horribly sordid, clinical and self-indulgent. Sex is not just sex. Maybe I'm just tied up in bourgeois convention. Don't think so, though.

Unlikeliest sentence of the week:

'You could see all these men masturbating in the audience. It was brilliant.'

- Una Stubbs, on the BBC's History of Light Entertainment. Una Stubbs! Una bloody Stubbs!! I'll never think of Worzel Gummidge the same way again.

Funniest photo of the week:

Liverpool, modelling their new kits. Xabi Alonso was posing, elegant and frankly a little camp, one hand on hip and the other resting on Jamie Carragher's shoulder. Carragher, meanwhile, was standing with his hands behind his back, looking as old-school as possible and clearly wishing that he wasn't being used as resting-post for a Basque.

Ah, I love them both. Xavi Alonso: he's so neat.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Railways

I may be imagining this, but I'm sure that railways have improved in the past few years. Ever since I've been in America, I've noticed on my return that trains are cleaner, smarter and generally better. Of course, I said this and two trains I wanted to catch this week were cancelled - according, if I heard the man at Lime St station correctly, due to points failure at Chigley. It's all Lord Brockett's fault. Damn aristocrats.

I've also come into possession of Football Manager 2005, the first football computer game I've had for nearly 2o years. When I got my first computer (a ZX Spectrum +2: those were the days), the must-have games were Karl-Heinz Rumenigge's International Football, and Football Director. For those of us without compatible computers - what happened to Commodore? did sponsoring Chelsea kill them off? - or the requisite joystick skill, Footy Director was the only game in town.

Quite why anyone thought the idea of being a Director was an appealing concept goodness only knows, but everybody thought the game was IT. You began with 12 players, the best of whom was usually injured if the computer thought you were getting too good, and replacements could be signed for as little as £10,000. Games were played by watching the names of the teams and waiting for the score for change: a bit like watching teletext but marginally less exciting.

I believe that Football Director 2 actually included graphics of a stadium, but by that stage the +2 was showing signs of wear and tear, as will happen to a machine that took 15 minutes to load anything. And do you remember saving games on audio tape?

I spent about an hour on Football Manager and got through a pre-season game with Gloucester. This could take years. The one disappointing aspect, compared to FD, is the (otherwise impressive) use of real players. Half the fun of FD was selecting your friends and feeling the slightly pathetic thrill of scoring a last-minute winner at Swansea.

This comes of too much Roy of the Rovers as a boy. I certainly daydreamed about Des Lynam remarking, with just a twitch of the eyebrows, that 'Cambridge [or whomever], under their 12-year-old manager Best of Badgers, have now gone 23 games unbeaten...'

Apparently my public is confident in my abilities. Considering that we accidentally played the last half-hour against Gloucester with the sub goalkeeper at centre-half, I should say that's somewhat generous.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Anti-American spasms

That's life, I suppose. All the blogs I'd intended for this weekend were derailed by incoming relatives and a vicious migraine; and now I've been summoned cross-country to help lift bookcases. As a result, today's blog is but a short piece, prompted by the headline on the guardian [sic], which said something to the effect that 'voters want Britain to distance itself from the US.'

Having been in America for the best part of three years, I'm surprised and slightly sickened by the level of anti-Americanism in this country; and those three years were spent at Yale, possibly the most anti-American bit of America, although I'm prepared to accept the claims of Berkeley and UCLA. Most of this sentiment can be politely expressed as 'visceral,' which is a euphemism for 'mindless,' and rooted in all sorts of interesting contradictory positions.

For instance, what has become of Sir Max Hastings? In my absence, he seems to have become a modern-day Colonel Blimp: at the merest mention of President Bush, or indeed building houses in the countryside, steam issues from his ears and he expostulates 'By Gad!' as his cheeks burn with righteous indignation.

Anyway, we may return to the preposterous Sir Max on another occasion; for the time being, back to the guardian [sic], and also the survey a few weeks back that revealed just how low America lay in the standing of the British public.

Firstly, it seems apparent that the desire for Britain to distance itself from America is based not on any definable sense that Britain has any better ideas, but merely that Britain shouldn't be Steve McClaren to America's Sven. We'd be much better off pursuing our own independent policy, right? Or - better still - heading a united European Union foreign policy. When Lord Patten spoke at Yale earlier this year, he expressed incredulity that the Bush administration had arbitrarily thrown over the 'Pax Americana' of the post-war world, and insisted that the world needed to get together round a table and thrash out its problems that way.

I know this is a radical statement, but it just might be that Britain actually agrees with America, and there is no point having an independent (ie, anti-Iraq, pro-Palestine) foreign policy for the sake of having one. This is just adolescent, and the jibes about Tony Blair as George Bush's 'poodle' are mired in this boggy perspective. I happen to support Liverpool - but then, it's my local team. I don't feel the need to support Port Vale just because nobody else does.

Secondly, and this is particularly relevant to the criticism from the Left, there is a marginally commendable desire to support the underdog. Unfortunately, this has petrified to the extent that the underdog is always assumed to be in the right. At its most extreme, this leads to the (possibly unconscious) belief that suicide bombers are driven to such lengths by the sheer brutality of their oppressors. As ever, this is effective because it contains a hint of truth: no doubt if they had bigger and better weapons they'd use them, but it hardly follows that the desire to detonate yourself proves the inherent rightness of your cause. Another example might be the guardian's infamous comment post-9/11 that 'a bully with a bloody nose is still a bully.'

Over on the Right, there are a number of strategies of attack. There's the national security angle, which insists that the Middle East is far better off dealt with by furtive British diplomacy.

Funny, isn't it, that this kind of realpolitik is commended when the Americans don't do it, and condemned as dealing with dictators when they do?

There's also the 'yah-boo-sucks' school that excoriates the Americans for the 'mess' they've made of Iraq. Apart from the fact that a greater American military presence would have been lambasted as occupation at the time of the invasion, the Americans' greatest culpability seems to lie in their naivety. Who knew that Sunnis and Shias would want to kill each other with such alacrity? There's a distinct media nostalgia for the days of Saddam, when it was at least clear which Iraqis were killing which other Iraqis.

On a very brutal level, it could easily be said that the Iraq of 2002 was safer (and therefore 'better') than the Iraq of today. But, without wishing to trivialise the subject, let me draw an analogy from football: when Jamie Carragher slid in to intercept a West Ham cross in the FA Cup Final, he accidentally scored an own goal. Obviously not the desired result, but it was certainly not his job to leave the ball on the grounds that he couldn't answer for the consequences.

Then there's the unspeakable criticism on the 'you can't expect some people to just adopt democracy' lines. I hope I don't need to explain how revolting this is, but you could start by trying to convince the millions of Iraqis who've already voted.

There's anti-Bushism, for reasons I confess I never grasped, unless it's because the President actually doesn't really care what the opinion-formers in academia and the media think. It should be remembered that he's the 9/11 President, history was thrust upon him and (as a sidenote) the American economy, which I distinctly remember was predicted to tank in the months following, has motored along rather nicely ever since. Okay, so he has trouble stringing a sentence together, but he is without doubt a man of vision and ideas, which will of course be divisive. Domestically, everyone agrees that something has to be done about the tax codes, social security and immigration, but Congress is ducking the pass, leaving the President with nowhere to go.

Finally, there's sheer envy and snobbery about the so-called 'vulgarity', 'materialism', 'fundamentalism' and 'racism' of America. All true to an extent, but consider the dynamism and power of America. It's truly bizarre to live in New Haven and see otherwise intelligent people excoriate the society that provides them with the right to buy 57 kinds of coffee whilst excoriating the society that gives them the freedom to excoriate their society...and so on.

It's worth repeating, that if America and Israel are imperialist oppressors, they are the least competent imperialist oppressors in history. We might all secretly wish for Sweden and New Zealand to be the world's superpowers, but they're not, and if they were they would also have to be the world's de facto policeman.

And how quickly people forget. What are we doing in Afghanistan? comes the cry, followed by sanctimonious Max Hastings and Peter Oborne types who smugly dust off Kipling and insist that nobody will ever subdue Afghanistan. Well fine, clearly we should just have left the Taliban in situ and negotiated with them as required.

In relation to Israel's current (and unarguably disproportionate) action in Lebanon, there is a belief, also applied to any action against Islamist forces, that it is counter-productive because it just creates more martyrs.

Okay, but taken to its logical conclusion, this seems to indicate the belief that doing absolutely nothing at all would apparently convince the 'terrorists' to give up and go home. Or possibly we should take David Cameron's advice and hug them. This is popularly known as 'addressing the root causes of terrorism' and suggests that if we can just find out why they're so angry, everything will be fine.

At the bottom of this is the rather sweet Enlightenment belief that, when people say they want to kill us because of who we are, they're actually lying.

But what if we're not all reasonable people?

So much left unsaid. But this will have to do for a start.

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Welcome to Best of Badgers!

Hi.

Reading in today's paper that half of all under-25s had a blog, I thought it was about time I joined them. And then I realised I wasn't under 25 any more. That's what being a student'll do for you.

Ok, I realise that, for a long while, I'll be talking to myself. But on the offchance you fall over this blog, feel free to join in. As and when, I'll try and get some of my brilliant friends to contribute.

The most obviously bad thing about blogs is that millions of people can vomit their thoughts to the universe without fear of refutation, which could be described as a mite self-indulgent. But heck, we've all got the chance to step on our own little soapboxes, and maybe in the chaos we'll get something out of it.