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Sazerac: rinse a glass with absinthe. Stir a teaspoon of sugar syrup, three dashes of Peychaud's and 50ml of rye whiskey with ice. Stir and strain. Garnish with a lemon twist.
Manhattan: 50ml Wild Turkey, 25ml sweet vermouth, teaspoon of maraschino and two dashes of bitters. Stir and strain into a martini glass.
Negroni: equal parts Gordon's, Aperol and sweet vermouth. Stir and serve over ice.
Whiskey Sour: 50ml Wild Turkey, the juice of half a lemon, a teaspoon of sugar syrup and a dash of bitters. Shake and strain over ice and garnish with a twist of lemon peel.
"3-1 and a Short Walk Home"
Derby games are a sporting oddity. Football rivalries can spring from a wealth of circumstances. Granted most of them limp from the sheer convenience of proximity, sometimes with a frisson of religious bigotry, financial imbalance or a hangover from the industrial revolution thrown in for good measure, but occasionally one springs up for no good reason other than a history of unexpectedly fiery meetings between two teams a good fifty miles apart. It might date back to the seventies. A retaken last minute penalty, Alan Mullery throwing a fiver on the floor (and his toys out of the pram), promotion battles, epic cup replays and then in my lifetime, 2002, AJ scoring a hat trick and celebrating just like that. Five-nil and you can't go home. 2006 and Jobi's late late winner after Dougie's early goals (even if the Golf Tavern did switch to some Kilmarnock game halfway through). All of these add up, and even though I wasn't born in 1972, I innately know. Palace v Brighton matters. It matters to the fans, and it matters to the players. Last night Crystal Palace beat Brighton 3-1 in just another run of the mill, broadly ignored midweek Championship game. No one noticed because on the same night a multi-millionaire Argentinian fella decided that actually he'd rather not play football tonight if it's all the same to you, Mr Mancini. The football world was rapt. The BBC website even ran live text coverage of the world's reaction to this news. Meanwhile a few thousand ordinary football fans ignored the plight of a bunch of overpaid prima donnas from Manchester and watched their own local heroes do battle in a match that meant more than any Champions League group game could ever be worth. Bragging rights. Sure, we may have to travel fifty miles down the A23 to exercise these. Sure, I may struggle to find a Brighton fan to torment up here in Edinburgh. But none of this matters because for now these rights are ours (although this being Palace v Brighton the rights are usually ours). Now I don't know if the match was a classic. But I do know that in eighteen weeks' time the highlights and memories will be dug up again to stoke the passions of the Palace faithful before the rematch. We may play the more local Millwall twice before then, but for Palace, it's Brighton that matters most. So I'll rejoice in last night's victory. I'll walk around grinning for a week. After all, this one will be all the sweeter after a few years off, and because there's something a bit special about the story of the proud rivals comparatively in decline, limping from near liquidation to near relegation two seasons running and still unable to win away from home travelling a few miles down to the coast to face the rivals on the up, a championship winning side with a big name manager, plenty of cash to flash, a brand new stadium, an unbeaten league record at home and a fair few column inches and tv pundits praising their attractive football, and then, after being 1-0 down for 73 minutes of the game scoring three goals within ten minutes to put the upstarts in their place. Like I said, there's just something about these games.
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With apologies to Count von Count - although he would have liked AV, definitely more than FPTP anyway what with all the counting, he'd be happy - although he'd have to remember to do the "uh uh uhs" out loud, I guess - anyway, I digress.
Tomorrow the UK will be invited to go to the polls in only the second UK-wide referendum ever held (the first was in 1975 on membership of the EEC). The question will read: "At present, the UK uses the “first past the post” system to elect MPs to the House of Commons. Should the “alternative vote” system be used instead?"
The question of electoral reform is not a particularly high-profile one, and I would wager that more of the UK electorate would appreciate a re-run of the 1975 referendum than the plebiscite we've been granted tomorrow. However, there are a few reasons why I will be voting yes, in favour of AV.
While AV is not a magic wand that will cure all Westminster's ills, it is a positive step towards more engaging democracy. At present, far too many Britons live in a modern rotten borough where they feel unrepresented and lack a political vote. Too many people in the UK feel that their current vote is wasted, and that they are unable to express their true feelings at the ballot box because their constituency is populated by a hard core of noisy tribal voters who would support a donkey if it was wearing the right colour rosette. This leads to a significant feeling of alienation from the electoral system.
At present around 20% of voters vote tactically. These people feel unable to express their true feelings at the ballot box due to the fear of letting the baddies in through the back door. Under AV these poor souls will be able to express their first preference, and still have their second and third preferences to keep out the big bad wolves of whichever colour they most dislike.
There is plenty of evidence to show that at present a small number of swing seats define the result of a General Election. The power of your vote varies depending on which constituency you live in. The fantastic voterpower.org.uk will show you how much the power of your vote will improve under AV – for example, in Edinburgh South, (a very marginal seat) the power of my vote will increase from1.014 to 1.122, an increase of a not insubstantial 11%. In my ultra safe hometown constituency of Beckenham, the power of my vote would increase from 0.024 to 0.032 – not a great leap, and not a great deal of power, but still a 33% improvement – in the seats that need it most.
Less than 1/3 MPs attained a majority in 2010, and across the board over the last forty years of UK elections the “winning” party has not won more than 50% of the votes – the closest were Ted Heath’s Tories in 1970 with 46.4%. In fact in 1974, Labour won with 37.2% while the Tories polled 37.9% of the popular vote.
Whether or not AV "will make MPs work harder" (and I have no idea how we would measure this, or even what the Yes campaign really means by it) it will make MPs more attuned to the demands of their electorate - they will have to appeal to more voters to ensure they are returned. This will mean an increase in consensus and a decrease in mudslinging - something Westminster currently leads the way in.
Small parties with wide appeal – such as the Greens – may gain. These are the sorts of parties we should be returning to Westminster - the ones who want to work with other parties to make things work, not the ones who want to obstruct the system and raise the drawer bridge behind them.
A no vote, however, would ruin our chances of improving our broken electoral system for another generation, and when coupled with the upcoming gerrymandering of boundary reform leave us with the strong possibility of healthy Tory majorities for the next hundred years (much like most of the last hundred years).
While the Prime Minister's strongest point in favour of the status quo is that "I just feel it in my gut that AV is wrong" – and putting aside the argument that perhaps someone should hand him a Rennie and point out that coincidental indigestion is not a great basis for deep constitutional thought, the No campaign has also raised some other less than thorough objections:
"voting YES to AV will cost £300m" - This figure is wrong on many levels. It includes the cost of the referendum itself, and of educating voters about AV, which would of course have to happen even if the result is a NO vote, it includes the cost of counting machines, which the Electoral Commission says we have no intention of using, and the UK Treasury itself has said that future elections under AV will cost no more than if contested under FPTP. So do not fear, AV is not eating into the money that baby needs for an incubator, or that Tommy needs for a working rifle.
"AV is complicated" - I'm fairly sure that you, dear learned reader, can count to ten. Those of you with science based degrees may even be able to count to numbers I've never heard of, if so, I think you'll do just fine with AV. As a start it is no more complicated than any of the six electoral systems currently used in the UK, including the Additional Member System (Scottish Parliament/Welsh Assembly), Single Transferrable Vote (Northern Ireland Assembly), Closed Party List (European Parliament) and the Supplemental Vote (London Mayoral Elections). Beyond this, if you are not an ardent psephologist…there always remains the option to vote with just a "1" instead of the illiterate "X" of yore to represent your only preferred candidate - there is no minimum number of preferences required.
"AV will make coalitions more likely" - Several recent studies have shown that had AV been used in UK elections for the last 30 years, the only hung parliament would have been in 2010 – you may have noticed that happened anyway. AV has actually been shown to exaggerate the majorities in most of the UK's elections over the last 30 years. In fact, hung parliaments are more likely now anyway as the two-party system (which FPTP best serves) no longer accurately reflects the interests of Britain's voters.
"The BNP are in favour of AV" - Actually, they support the No campaign. This is because Nick Griffin has realised that narrow (minded) parties with no appeal beyond a small (irrational) niche support will end up with fewer votes.
"the third place candidate can win" - Well yes, potentially, I believe figures from Australia have shown this to have happened 0.2% of the time.
“the Electoral Reform Society stands to benefit financially” – this takes us back to the vote counting machines point above – I don’t think it’s much of a shock that the ERS, a society that exists to campaign for electoral reform is in favour of uh, electoral reform. The No campaign seems to think that the ERS’s subsidiary Electoral Reform Services Limited will gain financially from AV. So far they have gained from AV by printing the referendum ballots (which I think we’ve already agreed would be required either way) and will in the future gain from selling the Treasury the vote counting machines that it has said it doesn’t want and won’t need – mmm fat profits there.
"blah blah blah President Clegg" - I don't really know where to begin with this….AV is about so much more than Nick Clegg. Yes, he supports it, and yes it will benefit the Liberal Democrats most, but only because the current system (set up to reflect a two-party system) is so grossly unfair to the third party in the system. Beyond that, AV – if it is introduced – will bring far greater benefit to British politics than the short term giddy thrill of piling more misery on the embattled Deputy Prime Minister.
This leads neatly to the main request of my piece. Vote whichever way you want; for whichever system you believe is more appropriate, fairer, more proportional. But please, don't vote on the basis of celebrity endorsements, don't vote on the basis of the scare stories from either camp and, most importantly, don't vote just to give one single politician “a kicking” (unless it's John Reid of course).
Fees, fallacies and fire extinguishers
So, the students are revolting (sorry, more cheap puns)…I've read and written a lot of incendiary things over the last two days (excluding the things I was shouting at Newsnight last night) so this is an attempt at a more rational response to what the press seem to have dubbed the "Battle of Millbank". Excluding the political name calling and the alleged turncoat nature of the Liberal Democrat cabinet ministers (more on that later), the amazing hand-washing of the Labour Party and the laughable notion that 50% of all British kids should go to university (which now even the Labour party admits is unsustainable) I just don't Bottom of Form 1 understand why so many students are getting so worked up over the increase in the cap on university fees from £3,290 to £9,000. As far as I understand the system, the only onerous part of the debt is the repayments - and those are getting smaller, and more progressive according to future salary. What does it matter if the debt is £3,000, £9,000 or £900,000 if either way you're only paying back a means tested minimum each month? At no point is David Cameron going to send the bailiffs round to claim your outstanding fees payment. I graduated in 2008 and, due to being at university for five years, my student debt is only slightly smaller than that the new generation of students can expect to be left with. If you run the repayment figures on the range of graduate salaries (bearing in mind the qualifying repayment level is £21,000) you will see that the monthly payments are trivial in comparison to the amount of take home pay, and the amount you pay in other expenses. For example, my student loan repayments under the old (arguably more onerous system) are only £10 a month more than my mobile phone bill, and I would consider five years of legal education at a top ten British university a much better service than the service I get from my mobile provider, even if I am paying for it retrospectively. I read elsewhere, one wise commentator who put it thus: "Instead of thinking of this as something that used to be free and is now becoming paid for, look at what you actually get. Imagine I said to you today: "I'll give you three years of training in whatever discipline you want, for free - you pay only for your living expenses and materials. At the end of the training you use the new skills and qualifications to get a better job - I'll even line up experts to help you find one. However you only keep 95% of your new salary until my costs are paid off." You might take the offer or you might not, depending on whether there's something you'd like to study, but I can't imagine anyone would say that the offer was miserly or exploitative. And yet the student loans system is actually more generous than that offer and people are up in arms." Frankly, I've always considered tertiary education to be a privilege and an investment, and if 24,000 students want to go pointing the finger they should have been at Millbank House 12 years ago when David Blunkett abolished the grants and introduced means tested fees (and conveniently the Labour Party campaign office was based at the tower).
Henson holds ransom and brings Rooney plague to rugby
Just days after Wayne Rooney flip-flopped in the biggest football-star-throws-his-toys-out-of-the-pram story since Ashley Cole in 2006 and Steven Gerrard in well, every pre-season since 1980 we see further evidence that the delights of professionalism are seeping towards the old gents' game of rugger. Gavin Henson, the perma-tanned, shaven-legged centre whose recent form for Wales has made even Rooney's goal shy efforts seem positively Pelé-like, is expected to be unveiled at Saracens this week after a 14 month non-playing sulk at his former club Ospreys. While Henson's petulant volte face is not explicitly financially motivated - he has expressed a desire to play in London in order to be nearer the children he sired with Charlotte Church - the encroachment of the familiar footballing spectre of player power into the hitherto (just about) untainted world of professional rugby will not be well received. Granted our Gav is not the first egg chaser to spit out his dummy and run, precocious Danny Cipriani hightailed to Melbourne in the close season, but he is the first to go after treating his long suffering club with petulant disdain. Henson, who is (was?) under contract with the Ospreys until the end of this season had insisted on taking gardening leave - unwilling or unable to play he has recently been seen sulking around the celebrity dance floor avoiding Ann Widdecombe's devastating disco fox - but now it appears that far from potential retirement being on his mind it was the curse of a lack of attention in the tabloid press since the break up of his relationship with Church. The battle over contracts and compensation looks likely to run for some time, and with the publicity hungry and oh so hard done by persecution experts of Saracens and Henson facing up to the WRU and Ospreys I doubt it'll be a quiet one. Henson now looks set to return to the limelight of professional rugby later this year, once his Strictly Come Dancing commitments have been fulfilled, naturally. Sickeningly this means the hapless injury prone oaf has had to turn down one of the highest honours in the game, a cap for the Barbarians against the world champions in December, in favour of prancing about in sequins for a few weeks more. So what does this tell us about the slow seep of the poisoned me-me-me-mind of the professional footballer to the world of rugby union which has up til now succeeded in keeping this nonsense if not out of the game completely at least adequately swept under some tattered carpet somewhere in the trophy room at Twickenham? Presumably the lack of dazzling OK exclusives about the couple's homelife has left a hole in poor Gav's life/ego/wallet and so he's resorted to creating drama, cf Rooney, to get his way. Therefore it's no good trying to pretend our game of odd shaped balls is in anyway superior to that of the soccerbawlers, and unfortunately greed will always out. Still at least we'll be treated to plenty of close ups of Henson's standard gormless sulky horse face high in the stands at the Millenium Stadium this coming spring as Hook, Roberts, Shanklin, Bishop or Davies provide all the midfield options the Welsh could desire without filling the dressing room with the foul smell of ego.
The Times they are a-charging
I just passed on my copy of The Times to a well spoken fellow on the train to Aberdeen, well I say my copy, I actually picked it up in pristine condition from a vacant seat next to me on the Subway this evening. This has got me thinking about the venerable old paper's new pay-wall. If anything, this act of sharing is exactly what newspaper websites should facilitate, and yet the very newspaper I passed on to it's third (at least) reader of the day is the paper that has taken the biggest step towards a new business model for British media. The official statistics are not yet known, and we can assume that Uncle Rupert will only bear them to be reported in a favourable light, but if the Guardian's analysis is anywhere near close, The Times is haemorrhaging readers like a BNP MEP haemorrhages party invites (why is that such an impossible word to spell? Is the medical profession just trying to prove a point?) So what does this mean for the newspaper? Will subscription revenues come close to matching the advertising revenues of yore? Where will the next generation of Times readers come from? The kids of today are not likely to pick up a newspaper without some shiny enticement on the front and they're hardly the types to pay for online resources - ask HMV or EMI. And the once regular readers? Well if they're anything like me they've already adapted to the paper's absence from their lives - onwards to new pastures where the web graphics might not be as shiny, but there's no premium to pay and no worries about passing on links to articles, just like some of us pass on whole papers. PS I make absolutely no apologies for the terrible pun in the title to this post - nor do I assume that i am the first hack to coin it.
Rainbow in Montrose...I guess it would've been a better photo if I hadn't been on a moving train at the time...ho hum
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The "quintessentially Zooey" video for She & Him's In the Sun.
Fun in the Sun
She & Him – Volume Two (2010) Double Six Records
Volume Two is the second album by American indie folk duo She & Him. And this is how every music review starts. In fact if I was really going for the trying too hard reviewer clichés I’d probably call it their “sophomore offering” or even their “second outing”…anyway, I digress…
Indie darling Zooey Deschanel, now, presumably, equally famous for her nostalgic fifties pop offerings alongside M. Ward as she is for her twee film offerings (I mean has anyone ever actually seen her in a film? Ok, apart from Almost Famous), confirms her place in the heart of indie kids everywhere, by spinning and singing, charming and dancing her way through 13 darling dollops of blissful summer pop.
First single, In the Sun, accompanied by the most quintessentially Zooey video the world has ever seen, is perfectly fitted to a three minute pirouette through the typical American high school and has been through my headphones non-stop since the Glasgow sun deigned to shine and remind us that there is a summer just around the corner. Its smoky piano and drums conjure up images of 1950s sitcoms as Zooey’s wistful Californian drawl, alongside guest vocals from Tilly and the Wall, delivers the narrator’s pithy asides.
The upbeat wistfulness found on Volume One continues on its sibling record, with the duo reaching new heights of shimmering summer gaiety thanks to the music hall piano and sun dappled harmonies of Don’t Look Back. The schoolgirl piano of Deschanel appears throughout the record and inspires images of under-produced jollity in the recording studio on a number of tracks.
The soaring strings of Volume One are retained, but appear more muted in parts, and there is no place for the faux trumpet of This Is Not A Test - perhaps Yorkshire’s finest human trumpeter, now decamped to New Zealand, was unavailable for this album’s sessions.
While many of the songs on offer here don’t constitute a great departure from the 2008 debut, one remarkable change is seen in the often melancholy tint to several of the songs. It’s understandable that Deshcanel’s lyrical style may have been influenced by her close romantic proximity to Death Cab For Cutie’s maudlin protagonist Ben Gibbard, but one would hope that the couple’s 2009 wedding would have had a positive effect on her primary feelings towards romance.
This seems to be far from the case however, and the album appears to take a decidedly dark turn towards the end with Brand New Shoes and closer If You Can’t Sleep touching on mortality, disappointment and a melancholy-gospel dream of long distance love while Ridin’ In My Car, despite its slide guitar and Beach Boys vibe, works around themes of break ups and true love being hard to find.
Overall, the retro country vibe of the album shines through and ensures an overreaching feel of cheerfulness, despite the often melancholy lyrics, and M. Ward’s production is perfectly attuned to the needs of Deschanel’s ever so twee indie kid next door vocal style. Ward’s own guitar parts provide the requisite grit that keeps this album from sliding into a mawkish gutter somewhere off Interstate 5 while the soaring strings and incidental percussive accents mean that this is an album to which you just need to add sun to be sure of a summer filled of indie bliss.
She & Him 8/10
Sad All Over?
So three games to go and Crystal Palace, true to form, are keeping us, their poor fans, on our toes. Yet again, although this time through no fault of our own, we find ourselves fighting for survival at the wrong end of the wrong league table.
Being a Palace fan means that this sort of emotional rollercoaster crops up every other season or so, and the fans’ message boards are alive with the litany of “remember Arsenal in 1994?” and “please god, not another last day like Charlton in 2005 or Stockport in 2001”.
These were all harsh lessons and rights of passage. Days that have given my 17 years of following this bizarre and troublesome club some significant colour.
But for all of this trauma, I wouldn’t change a thing about the club, the current bumbling group of players who make up for a lack of skill or imagination by burning with a rare passion for the club - the sort hardly seen in the big league where players burn with a passion for the next big trophy regardless of which club they win it at, or burn with the after effects of a night of passion with a teammate’s girlfriend…
My sporting life would be far duller without the tribulations of being a Palace fan - imagine if I’d followed my dad into a lifetime of mid table mediocrity by following Spurs - to me being a football fan has and will always be about struggling through the maths in the last month of the season, wondering whether you’ll escape with a point from a game against Derby while keeping one eye on half a dozen grounds around the country and cheering on previously hated teams that are set to deprive your surival rivals a vital point or superior goal difference - “will Scunthorpe get a point against Doncaster?” “who’ll win the Sheffield derby?” and “what if Watford score eleven times against Reading?”
But then this is the life of a Chanpionship football fan, and as our very own homesdale ultras would say “that’s the way we like it, we like it, we like it”
And that’s why no matter what happens over the next month I’ll still be proud to support such a ridiculous football club.
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Ask The Chancellors
So that was it, Team America hits the UK election – three men fighting in a sack, they said. Well, it didn't come down to that, a thoroughly British debate - mostly bluster and bravado, very few straight answers all in all (but then just wait til Gordon Brown gets a go - that man can dodge a question like Ben Foden dodges Mathieu Bastareaud).
Yougov figures from earlier today put grammar school boy done good Vince Cable (26%) as the most popular choice to be Chancellor in the next Parliament with those public school oiks Alistair Darling and George Osborne on 17% and 12% respectively.
With that in mind, it was Osborne who had the most to prove tonight, and as a result, probably gained the most by not cocking everything up and appearing confident, calm and assured. Dr Cable (not Mr Cable, Krishnan) may have won on policy, but his position as piggy in the middle - the lesser of three evils and the soothsayer of economic cycles past - meant he was always going to be able to pick up easy points by poking fun at the red and blue corners. Ensuring his policy will stand up to the greater scrutiny that is surely coming is the next challenge for the Lib Dems.
Cable will also have done a lot of good for his party simply by appearing on the same stage as the other two – this is the sort of exposure that Charles Kennedy’s Lib Dems of 2005 would have killed for, and had they had it, they may well have turned it into a greater number of seats at the HP. The overplaying of the "I told you so line" may grate with some, but the question really is, how can Clegg and Co turn Cable's performance tonight into something they can base an entire campaign on?
Figures from Channel 4 at the end of the show put Vince Cable on 36%, Alistair Darling on 32% and George Osborne on 31% - so no blow away performances there, but perhaps Osborne, with the biggest gain, with the most to smile about, and Cable with the biggest platform to build on.