What a song. As you can probably tell, I've tapped into the Manics again. Big time. Review of the new album coming soon!
Yesterday I finally broke through what has been an inpenetrable barrier for weeks and weeks - I have actually been called back by a company for a further assessment for a job vacancy. It was for a graduate trainee job at the Vale of Glamorgan council, and I am glad because it was one of the main jobs I really wanted. It was the assessment centre day yesterday and I am hopeful to get to the next stage, the interview. Here's my fingers crossed - but if anaything, at least I have the confidence I once had instilled back into me. There was a time where I honestly thought no-one was even giving me a chance, but now I hope that with this opportunity I will go on and work harder at improving my approach to vacancies in the event of not making the grade here.
This is a post in dedication of Dale who requested that I write another blog as it has 'been a while' and I should take the plunge and go 'daily'. I have a lot of respect for those people who regularly maintain their blogs on a daily basis, but I just can't do it! I know I have discussed the role of my blog on One Man once before but I just don't 'blog' like that. I try to post every week without fail, mainly with an anecdote of the past seven days or maybe some topic I have been thinking about which I a particular urge to write about. I'm sorry Dale, as much as it has indeed helped with the TTFE history project, I just cannot do what you do with an log of every day events!
One topic which has got me down was the announcement that the 'rainbow coalition' in Cardiff Bay has been shot down by the Lib Dems. Lembit Opik... oh wait not him, despite being the Welsh Leader of the Liberal Democrats he is an MP... Mike German, announced late last night that the party's interests now lie in the opposition and not in government. Even as a conservative, I did think that the rainbow was the way to go - Welsh politics needs to enter a new era after eight years of pitiful Labour rule at Crickhowell House. Now it looks like Mr Morgan will get his throne and septor back, we can look towards another four years of pitiful rule. Thanks a lot! If one good thing has come of this it is the Conservatives renewed attitude of the Welsh Assembly. Their unanimous decision to support the coalition is an example that the Welsh Conservatives have finally come around to the idea of the assembly, and that it is here to say. As a real advocate of Welsh devolution this can only be a good thing for Welsh politics and the healing of a Welsh Conservative party in a land still scarred by Thatcher.
Before I get any stick concerning the 2007 Champions Legaue Final I will get in first - it took a deflection to beat us? C'mon, we dominated the game! We just didn't take our chances and maybe Bellers should have had a go. But I do concede that Pippo was on fire last night and his second goal was pretty sweet. Just like revenge really.
To end this 'weekly' post I feel that in the spirit of the filming of the 'The Edge of Love' in New Quay (yes there is a space, I'm talking about the Welsh one in Ceredigion!) I should really pay homage to Dylan Thomas, one of Wales' finest poets. You may have heard that beauties Sienna Miller and Keira Knightley have recently been in the coastal town filming for the new film, based on the love triangle which surrounded the fine wordsmith. So here for your literary pleasure, here is a poem from Thomas which I particularly enjoy:
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To Others than You
Friend by enemy I call you out.
You with a bad coin in your socket,
You my friend there with a winning air
Who palmed the lie on me when you looked
Brassily at my shyest secret,
Enticed with twinkling bits of the eye
Till the sweet tooth of my love bit dry,
Rasped at last, and I stumbled and sucked,
Whom now I conjure to stand as thief
In the memory worked by mirrors,
With unforgettably smiling act,
Quickness of hand in the velvet glove
And my whole heart under your hammer,
Were once such a creature, so gay and frank
A desireless familiar
I never thought to utter or think
While you displaced a truth in the air,
That thought I loved them for their faults
As much as for their good,
My friends were enemies on stilts
With their heads in a cunning cloud.
By Dylan Thomas
Dw i eisiau bod yn Gymro
Jen and I enjoyed watching a excellent programme of 'O Blaen dy Lygaid' where it described the extraordinary relocation of Chris Cope, an ordinary American man from Minnesota, who had learnt Welsh online and fulfilled his desire to move to Cardiff. The programme looked at the highs and lows of such a giant leap into the unknown, from starting at Welsh degree at Cardiff University and the prospect of being the 'outsider'. His courage to do something of this kind is truly astounding.
My failure to complete the same course a few years back when compared to this gentleman's efforts certainly puts me to shame. I have mixed feelings about dropping Welsh at university. I am glad in a way that I dropped it to pursued history greater in depth and as a result, I have taken a further qualification in politics, which i probably wouldn't have done. At the same time, I have let my desire to learn Welsh wane and wane, too frightened to use it as my confidence is still rocked from the experience. But overall, I feel sorry for myself - I walked away from a challenge; turned my tail and ran when I needed to stick with it and overcome my fears to get something. I failed myself.
Well done Chris - I hope that one day in the future I can emulate the same courage and get the hiraeth again.
My failure to complete the same course a few years back when compared to this gentleman's efforts certainly puts me to shame. I have mixed feelings about dropping Welsh at university. I am glad in a way that I dropped it to pursued history greater in depth and as a result, I have taken a further qualification in politics, which i probably wouldn't have done. At the same time, I have let my desire to learn Welsh wane and wane, too frightened to use it as my confidence is still rocked from the experience. But overall, I feel sorry for myself - I walked away from a challenge; turned my tail and ran when I needed to stick with it and overcome my fears to get something. I failed myself.
Well done Chris - I hope that one day in the future I can emulate the same courage and get the hiraeth again.
Bored in the month of May
Its been an interesting May so far I guess. We have elected a new Welsh Assembly, but so far we have no idea who will actually run the country as the coalition talks go on and on. There was no way we were ever going to oust Lorraine Barrett from her seat here in Cardiff South and Penarth, but at least it was a close contest here in the constituency where the Senedd actually stands. So another victory for Labour, but at least their support here is not completely unwavering. Well done to all those who did vote by the way!
The new Manics CD is out and I am still undecided on it to be honest. I'm going to review it real soon.
I am still looking for jobs and as the title suggests, the search has taken its toll on me. I am just so bored now, and becoming almost robotic in punching out form after form, CV after CV, attached with covering letter after covering letter. This rambling is not new for any of you I'm sure but to be honest, it isn't new for me either!
It is this boredom which has prompted me to do something else whilst I plod on with the job hunt. I am currently writing a dissertation/extended essay on the history of TTFE, the beloved football institution and community that I have been a part of for just over three years. It all started when I dug out one of the old forums we used in 2004 and noticed how things have changed. Being the historical enthusiast and political animal that I am, I decided to embark on a project into how TTFE has changed over the years - complete with the debates, the attitudes of the times and the new faces that we have welcomed over the years. So far I have written the first chapter and have written a good 5,000 words, but I know and my next two chapters will be substantially longer than that, not to mention the conclusion and the several appendices I plan to include! Everyday this essay is turning into a book and its life span keeps extending with each passing paragraph. But this is not to say I am daunted by the size of the project - no no, its been liberating; I have really been able to keep my writing skills fresh, not to mention the prospect of improving them (looking at the old forum made me realise how bad my writing used to be). It has also been met with the full support of TTFE which has also made me all the more eager to get on with it. Check out the progress at the home of the TTFE.
The new Manics CD is out and I am still undecided on it to be honest. I'm going to review it real soon.
I am still looking for jobs and as the title suggests, the search has taken its toll on me. I am just so bored now, and becoming almost robotic in punching out form after form, CV after CV, attached with covering letter after covering letter. This rambling is not new for any of you I'm sure but to be honest, it isn't new for me either!
It is this boredom which has prompted me to do something else whilst I plod on with the job hunt. I am currently writing a dissertation/extended essay on the history of TTFE, the beloved football institution and community that I have been a part of for just over three years. It all started when I dug out one of the old forums we used in 2004 and noticed how things have changed. Being the historical enthusiast and political animal that I am, I decided to embark on a project into how TTFE has changed over the years - complete with the debates, the attitudes of the times and the new faces that we have welcomed over the years. So far I have written the first chapter and have written a good 5,000 words, but I know and my next two chapters will be substantially longer than that, not to mention the conclusion and the several appendices I plan to include! Everyday this essay is turning into a book and its life span keeps extending with each passing paragraph. But this is not to say I am daunted by the size of the project - no no, its been liberating; I have really been able to keep my writing skills fresh, not to mention the prospect of improving them (looking at the old forum made me realise how bad my writing used to be). It has also been met with the full support of TTFE which has also made me all the more eager to get on with it. Check out the progress at the home of the TTFE.
What a maniac!
Here's a great clip with Jen in mind. She adores Top Gear and I though of her when I saw this great skit about how law enforcing speed cameras really are! If you are interested in some 'speed camera politics' from the Top Gear Trio, click here. Enjoy!
A Weekend In The City
This post is entitled after the recently released Bloc Party CD which is ab fab. Silent Alarm was a breakthrough album which blew my mind so to hear A Weekend In The City and admit it is perhaps even better than their first offering, it must be good. It is sooo in-depth, so melancholy, yet so real and hard-hitting, and topical. The Prayer and Song For Clay are just brilliant songs. The 'City' in question is actually London, which was funny really because....
...that's exactly where Jen and I went last weekend for a theatre break. It wasn't long ago that I ordered it for her Xmas present! My my, how time has flown by! We stayed in Greenwich in a very nice hotel and we tubed it in (by the way, the tube was new to me so I was amazed by the whole experience) whenever we went into Central London.
Firstly we went on the London Eye - a fantastic experience not for the faint hearted! It was an incredible view at the top! Then we went into Madame Tussauds, which I thought was going to be massively tacky - if you are indeed an avid One Man fan, you will know my thoughts of celebrity on this island. However I was swayed by the wonderful craftsmanship of the figures, especially the Michael Caine, the Sean Connery and the Tom Jones! I had mixed feelings when Jen finally met her dream husband too, the lovable rogue that is Captain Jack Sparrow. But she seemed to be happy anyhow! After that we wondered around Covent Garden and I began to appreciate how relaxed London can be.
The next day we head straight to the Tower of London to beat the crowds and I think we timed it just right busywise. It was very interesting with lots to see; we could have easily spent a day there! I particularly enjoyed the roleplay the actors played out involving Gryffydd ap Llywelyn, one of the last Welsh princes, who was being held in the tower. When Jen and I announced that we could speak Welsh they kind of ignored us, assuming that the actor who played Gryffydd was English! After that we ventured over Tower Bridge (saw it open up too) then went to Regent St and Piccadilly Circus (Jen got to look for bears in Hamleys!), and then a quick whistle stop tour of Marble Arch and Buckingham Palace before we got ready for the show in the evening. The musical we were to see was 'The Sound of Music', which i admit I had watched only once before. The show was brilliant - Connie Fisher, the winner of the TV reality show, was very good. However you have to give it up for Lesley Garrett on her last night and the Von Trapp children who were also very good.
On the Sunday we left for home with a few detours on the way. Firstly we went to Windsor where had a good walk around and picnicked in the sun with some food we bought in Lewisham. Eton was not just expensive in price - it felt expensive. It felt wrong walking down the streets, like someone was going to spring a road tax on you or something! The castle was great too. After that we meandered down the M4 corridor and at my request - and mine alone - we went to my ancestral home, the mighty town of Newbury. Yes if I was English, I would live here. And I would be mayor. But as a patriotic Welshman, I turn my nose up to my inherited lands and live it up in Cwl Cymru. It was nice to see the place before considering I've never been there and as true Argos employees it wasn't long until we sniffed out the Argos there either!
In what is turning out to be a bumper post, I have an apology to make for everyone and myself. Two years ago I used One Man to spread the good word of the franchise to all. This year I have paid very little attention to the assembly elections here on One Man, and for all political enthusaists who have been keen to get my view, I am deeply sorry. This is not to say I haven't been following the elections or lost any faith in Welsh democracy. Far from it, I have been reading the blogs, following the media, in what is the most informative age in political history. So many opinions, so many political pieces to read - it just shows how hard it will be to vote.
And yet, polling day is 30 mins away. In what seems to be rather appropriately placed event, Jen and I have just gone to see The New Statesman stage show in the New Theatre this evening, and good old Alan B'Stard was as devious as ever. It was a great show, which I suggest everyone with an interest in current affairs and politics alike should really check out. But has the ultra right-wing charlatan affected my vote? Time will tell.....
But please on a serious note, if you are reading on the May 3rd, go out and vote. It is your vote and no-one can take it away from you. You have the power to change things. Use that power this Thursday.
Go get your gun
When I was 11 years old and nearing the end of my time in primary school, I remember our headmaster, Mr Brown, gathering both Year 5 and Year 6 in the school hall each week for what he called a 'debating session'. What he proposed was something which was done more frequently in schools in the mid twentieth century and across the Atlantic. A controversial topic was chosen and two people were told to research one side of the argument, whilst another two pupils were asked to argue the other side. After a week to prepare, they would then be asked to present their arguments to the rest of the class and take any questions about their viewpoint. Then our headmaster would take a vote and the pupils who argued their points most elequently by grabbing the most votes would win the debate. It was a great opportunity to talk about current events which the curriculum would not cover and I guess its something you develop, and you cannot simply teach. When the floor was open for topics for discussion, I remember suggesting as an example something like Northern Ireland (the question resembled 'should we give it back to the Irish' or something along those lines). On the very first occasion however, the topic was centred on whether or not everyone should be able to own guns, and depaite the topic I was chuffed to bits to be asked along with my good friend Chris to argue the case for uninhibited public gun use. My reservations were felt as I had no real conviction in this argument. I knew Chris more pro-gun than I was, so I knew he had a better idea of why people needed guns. To be honest I cant remember what we argued, but I bet it was something along the lines of they gave people a greater sense of security if used properly, or that they can be good fun within the limits of the law. I can't remember who won the debate either, but again I could probably guess we lost because let's face it, despite the male vote and the bravado which comes with guns in popular culture, we had to fight the glaringly grim fact that guns actually kill people; a fact not blurred even when you're ten or eleven years old.
What makes me think about this moment in short history is that this is a time long before the tragic school shooting of Columbine and more recently, the Virginia Tech massacre last week. But it wasn't too far away from a recent gun tragedy. As primary school children we argued the cases for and against general gun use in 1995, and then in the following year, Dunblane happened. I was in high school when that happened, and it rocked our world. It then became obvious how easy it is for someone to do that in schools up and down the country. As a result of the shooting in Scotland, that very primary school where I spent my years now resembles Fort Knox; complete with bars on the windows, on all the doors, and an intercom system at the main entrance. On a visit back to see the teachers one time, I remembered how easy it was to walk in and out of the school compared to when I returned, dear old Mr Brown was even apprehensive over letting me through the doors to the place where I learned my right from wrong.
But here I digress - I only mean to show here that Dunblane did have an impact on our lives, just like the other school shootings of Columbine and Beslan did. What happened in Virginia will certainly do the same; It will make us run the same debate that we argued back in primary school. It will make us think about whether we should have guns in public hands, whether our schools are doing enough to protect our children, whether we should be banning all kinds of potentially lethal objects from their pockets. If we take the guns away, we may solve the problem. But before that, isn't there an underlying issue which everyone is forgetting? Why do these maniacs carry out these heinous acts in the first place? If they are mentally unstable, why are they being allowed to purchase guns? I am not ruling out the role of guns completely here, but it is clear that something else is at work here which makes America the school shooting capital of the world.
It is not a strictly an American phenomenon, but it is certainly one which America has to accept a particular unwanted monopoly of. Critics have now placed much emphasis on the effects Columbine has had on a generation of gun-toting teenagers and because it keeps happening and gets notoriety in the press, it will keep happening. Britain isn't a gun-free paradise itself as gang warfare is on the rise, but here it just doesn't happen to the same scale as it does in the States. The most disturbing thing about these shootings is that kids are often the shooters - at kids, by kids. Whe Dunblane happened, we made sure we took steps to rid our streets of guns so another massacre like that could ever happen again, by appealing to everyone to simply give up their guns. In the States, that just isn't going to happen.
For me its the complete arrogance of the Americans when it comes to the issue. In the States, the very notion of not having a gun is just uncomprehendable. They argue it is pretty much their God-given right to have one, to protect their interests and their property. If that argument fails, they wave the Constitution in your face like a wet fish stating that gives them total justification to have that Gloch in their back pocket. The debate I experienced in school would just not happen, because the law gives the right and sets it firmly in stone. For Americans who love their guns, their conscience is eased, or never even envoked by a law made over 200 years ago. And to think 200 years ago, we thought slavery was great for the economy. But slavery soon became to be considered inhumane and wrong. Why? Because it felt wrong. If a piece of paper said it was right, they knew in their hearts deep down that something wasn't right about it. Their moral conscience spoke up and overturned any law that was in place. So why should Americans hide behind their piece of paper - if they can prove that they can have guns, they should do it not by saying "But the Constitution says we can". One excuse was that some people would rather take things into their own hands because they don't trust the government or the police. Maybe more energy should be placed into making the public trust their government and the poilce force. Easier said than done, but a step nonetheless.
To some, this problem is just about getting rid of all the guns - no guns, no way kids can massacre other adolescent teens. Guns do of course represent a large part of the problem, but underneath, we seem to forget that these people shoot for a reason, and in addition, because they can. Family problems, broken homes, kids who don't fit in - yeah they all have their role in this too. But their regular, usual and unordinary raging hormones are given a real chance to flourish into a horrid evil with immense power at their fingertips. A British kid may beat up some poor sod who walks down the street, an American kid pops into K-mart with a fraudulent ID and soon has a rifle to play 'cops and robbers' with. It is a moral question which Americans do not understand - in a land where liberty often overrules the ethical and the right, no real intention will be paid to gun control unless the Bush adminstration act upon it. And with financial incentives in consideration (see Bowling for Columbine for further details), I'm sure it will be a long time before America wakes up.
What makes me think about this moment in short history is that this is a time long before the tragic school shooting of Columbine and more recently, the Virginia Tech massacre last week. But it wasn't too far away from a recent gun tragedy. As primary school children we argued the cases for and against general gun use in 1995, and then in the following year, Dunblane happened. I was in high school when that happened, and it rocked our world. It then became obvious how easy it is for someone to do that in schools up and down the country. As a result of the shooting in Scotland, that very primary school where I spent my years now resembles Fort Knox; complete with bars on the windows, on all the doors, and an intercom system at the main entrance. On a visit back to see the teachers one time, I remembered how easy it was to walk in and out of the school compared to when I returned, dear old Mr Brown was even apprehensive over letting me through the doors to the place where I learned my right from wrong.
But here I digress - I only mean to show here that Dunblane did have an impact on our lives, just like the other school shootings of Columbine and Beslan did. What happened in Virginia will certainly do the same; It will make us run the same debate that we argued back in primary school. It will make us think about whether we should have guns in public hands, whether our schools are doing enough to protect our children, whether we should be banning all kinds of potentially lethal objects from their pockets. If we take the guns away, we may solve the problem. But before that, isn't there an underlying issue which everyone is forgetting? Why do these maniacs carry out these heinous acts in the first place? If they are mentally unstable, why are they being allowed to purchase guns? I am not ruling out the role of guns completely here, but it is clear that something else is at work here which makes America the school shooting capital of the world.
It is not a strictly an American phenomenon, but it is certainly one which America has to accept a particular unwanted monopoly of. Critics have now placed much emphasis on the effects Columbine has had on a generation of gun-toting teenagers and because it keeps happening and gets notoriety in the press, it will keep happening. Britain isn't a gun-free paradise itself as gang warfare is on the rise, but here it just doesn't happen to the same scale as it does in the States. The most disturbing thing about these shootings is that kids are often the shooters - at kids, by kids. Whe Dunblane happened, we made sure we took steps to rid our streets of guns so another massacre like that could ever happen again, by appealing to everyone to simply give up their guns. In the States, that just isn't going to happen.
For me its the complete arrogance of the Americans when it comes to the issue. In the States, the very notion of not having a gun is just uncomprehendable. They argue it is pretty much their God-given right to have one, to protect their interests and their property. If that argument fails, they wave the Constitution in your face like a wet fish stating that gives them total justification to have that Gloch in their back pocket. The debate I experienced in school would just not happen, because the law gives the right and sets it firmly in stone. For Americans who love their guns, their conscience is eased, or never even envoked by a law made over 200 years ago. And to think 200 years ago, we thought slavery was great for the economy. But slavery soon became to be considered inhumane and wrong. Why? Because it felt wrong. If a piece of paper said it was right, they knew in their hearts deep down that something wasn't right about it. Their moral conscience spoke up and overturned any law that was in place. So why should Americans hide behind their piece of paper - if they can prove that they can have guns, they should do it not by saying "But the Constitution says we can". One excuse was that some people would rather take things into their own hands because they don't trust the government or the police. Maybe more energy should be placed into making the public trust their government and the poilce force. Easier said than done, but a step nonetheless.
To some, this problem is just about getting rid of all the guns - no guns, no way kids can massacre other adolescent teens. Guns do of course represent a large part of the problem, but underneath, we seem to forget that these people shoot for a reason, and in addition, because they can. Family problems, broken homes, kids who don't fit in - yeah they all have their role in this too. But their regular, usual and unordinary raging hormones are given a real chance to flourish into a horrid evil with immense power at their fingertips. A British kid may beat up some poor sod who walks down the street, an American kid pops into K-mart with a fraudulent ID and soon has a rifle to play 'cops and robbers' with. It is a moral question which Americans do not understand - in a land where liberty often overrules the ethical and the right, no real intention will be paid to gun control unless the Bush adminstration act upon it. And with financial incentives in consideration (see Bowling for Columbine for further details), I'm sure it will be a long time before America wakes up.
Giving It Both Barrels
One of the greatest comedians of our time, Al Murray here displays his loud and British proud alterego, The Landlord, in good form during his recent Giving It Both Barrels tour. You have to love his hatred towards students, the French (and everyone else non-British really) and everything else which interferes with his traditional view of a British society. He just loves the Welsh as you will find out! Here he talks about the wonder of the Scots, the Geordies and the Scousers, and the concept of how we as the British are not confined to a single identity. In fact we are Brit....iiiiiisssssssh!!!
Every Little Helps (build your supermarket empire)
There was no surprise that this week when it was announced that Tesco has now amassed profits as large of £2.55 billion. There is no sign of it stopping either as they look to expand the business and go multinational, supposedly in Japan and the States. Tesco is now the UK's biggest retailer and their market share dwarfs the share that Asda, Morrison and Sainsbury's have, despite a small increase for them. If you are vigilant in watching supermarkets pop up all over the place the Tesco revolution will be familiar to you. What I consider to be more interesting is the meteoric rise of Tesco and how they have proven to be a lot more ruthless in what resembles a quest for world domination.
It is not just this announcement which has provoked a post from me today. The Echo recently featured a piece on how two Tesco shops (one Express and one Metro, supposedly makes all the difference) which are no more than a mile apart charge different prices on certain items like bread and milk. This aspect is not new news to me - I once watched a Trevor McDonald 'Tonight' programme on the rise of the supermarket juggernaut on how Tesco says local, smaller shops have to charge more money for some goods due to different costs in running the stores, i.e. lighting, rent, etc.. Which means that even though you may have a Tesco Express near your doorstep, don't necessarily think you will get Tesco prices. But what worries me is the sheer monopoly Tesco has this Western area of Cardiff - where three stores operate, in addition to two of those stores being on the same street. Is there any point of having these stores so close together? No - it is just complete exploitation of the area and will surely have an effect on the small businesses which strive so hard to survive despite already tough competition from Somerfield. On a national scale other examples of Tesco's choice of location have been known to have giant superstores closer together, which again borders on the region of pure greed. The reason why £1 out of every £7 pounds you spend on the high street goes into Tesco's piggy bank is that they have now conquered the superstores, but they make sure they stay dominant in the towns and recently, in the suburbs and mini shopping centres in the likes of Grangetown and Whithchurch.
Some might say fair gain. If there is an empty space in the high street which could be better off giving the locals their morning paper, then why should anyone object to it? Tesco in competition with the other supermarkets will always give the customer the benefits - as they play off each other we stand to gain from the price war carnage in the shopping aisles. So why do I have a problem with Tesco? There is something very cold about shopping in a Tesco, which is a feeling I get and I find hard to explain. But here goes: Tesco can assure me a bargain, but the whole shopping experience is marred by the fact that 9/10 times I shop there I am treated like a moronic ghost at the checkouts. For me, Tesco is not about being 'happy to help' at all - I think as a whole the company could do more for customer relations. Maybe I'm being incredibly biased because of my Argos loyalties here, but its what I see, what I think and I know others have agreed with me.
And yet, I still go back. Shopping in Tesco is too often a guilty pleasure for me, one which I feel wrong for doing but its something I do anyway. Call it an addiction, call it chocolate cake, call it a drug; I just can't help but be pulled in by the ease of parking, location, convenience and choice. Yes I am a 21st century boy - spoiled and captivated with 24 hour shopping and I have a 'I want it now' attitude. I know what Tesco does to farmers and how it hurts the rural community. I know how Tesco really couldn't give a damn about me and just wants my money then wants me to leave and then come back again. I guess I shouldn't moan - after all, its only a shop, providing a service which the average consumer certainly enjoys. If everyone else thinks its ok, surely it must be fine? With a mentality like that you could fit right at home in Nazi Germany.....
It is not just this announcement which has provoked a post from me today. The Echo recently featured a piece on how two Tesco shops (one Express and one Metro, supposedly makes all the difference) which are no more than a mile apart charge different prices on certain items like bread and milk. This aspect is not new news to me - I once watched a Trevor McDonald 'Tonight' programme on the rise of the supermarket juggernaut on how Tesco says local, smaller shops have to charge more money for some goods due to different costs in running the stores, i.e. lighting, rent, etc.. Which means that even though you may have a Tesco Express near your doorstep, don't necessarily think you will get Tesco prices. But what worries me is the sheer monopoly Tesco has this Western area of Cardiff - where three stores operate, in addition to two of those stores being on the same street. Is there any point of having these stores so close together? No - it is just complete exploitation of the area and will surely have an effect on the small businesses which strive so hard to survive despite already tough competition from Somerfield. On a national scale other examples of Tesco's choice of location have been known to have giant superstores closer together, which again borders on the region of pure greed. The reason why £1 out of every £7 pounds you spend on the high street goes into Tesco's piggy bank is that they have now conquered the superstores, but they make sure they stay dominant in the towns and recently, in the suburbs and mini shopping centres in the likes of Grangetown and Whithchurch.
Some might say fair gain. If there is an empty space in the high street which could be better off giving the locals their morning paper, then why should anyone object to it? Tesco in competition with the other supermarkets will always give the customer the benefits - as they play off each other we stand to gain from the price war carnage in the shopping aisles. So why do I have a problem with Tesco? There is something very cold about shopping in a Tesco, which is a feeling I get and I find hard to explain. But here goes: Tesco can assure me a bargain, but the whole shopping experience is marred by the fact that 9/10 times I shop there I am treated like a moronic ghost at the checkouts. For me, Tesco is not about being 'happy to help' at all - I think as a whole the company could do more for customer relations. Maybe I'm being incredibly biased because of my Argos loyalties here, but its what I see, what I think and I know others have agreed with me.
And yet, I still go back. Shopping in Tesco is too often a guilty pleasure for me, one which I feel wrong for doing but its something I do anyway. Call it an addiction, call it chocolate cake, call it a drug; I just can't help but be pulled in by the ease of parking, location, convenience and choice. Yes I am a 21st century boy - spoiled and captivated with 24 hour shopping and I have a 'I want it now' attitude. I know what Tesco does to farmers and how it hurts the rural community. I know how Tesco really couldn't give a damn about me and just wants my money then wants me to leave and then come back again. I guess I shouldn't moan - after all, its only a shop, providing a service which the average consumer certainly enjoys. If everyone else thinks its ok, surely it must be fine? With a mentality like that you could fit right at home in Nazi Germany.....
[spunge]
I failed to mention in my last post that on Easter Sunday I went to see the ska-punk legends [spunge] in Cardiff Barfly with Plasmo, Mike and Dave. It was great and all....
Now you know me by now. I can't leave a post like that!
This gig was a great reminder of some awesome gigs I went to in the year in which I blown all my earnings just to see any glimmer of live music. 2002 was a great year muscially for me, I went to Ozzfest in Donnington Parkand notably saw System of a Down, to the Reading festival and saw my punk legends The Offspring, and I had the chance to see Green Day in Coopers Field, which at the time was totally mind blowing for our generation. People stepped back in disbelief at the very thought of Billie Joe, Tre and Mike coming to Britain, let alone Wales! On that sunny July day it was [spunge] who had the honour of opening up, and I only caught a small bit of their set because we had problems getting in at the gate. But I'm sure I saw them before hand as I ended up going to good few ska punk gigs around the time and I sure they did a few shows in the circuit. They had the world at their feet in regards to the rock media, interviews, music videos on Kerrang and of course, the chance to support on the world's most popular and talented punk bands.
Fast forward to 2007, and I admit, I haven't given [spunge] much of sniff as I have branched out into other types of music, mainly indie. In fact, it wasn't really until I was living with Plasmo last year I really remembered how good they were. I even dug out my old 'Compunktion' CD complete with Britain's finest ska-punk bands - the likes of King Prawn, Capdown and Farse, and not forgetting local talent like Shooting Goon. To avoid any disappointment therefore, I went along with an open mind and no real pre-conceptions of what these gigs were like.
When we arrived it was clear that the scene hasn't really changed; tipsy adolescent kids with Carling lager cans at hand, dressing up as alternative as possible complete with makeup and badges on their baggy jeans, and toking on pristine rolled-up cigarettes they all made in avid preparation. In fact, despite being known for complete randomness and spontenaeity, the formula of a punk rock show is incredibly preditable. If the bill has 3 bands it goes like this - the first band, pretty much unknown, probably young, will also probably suck and try to work the crowd unsuccessfully, but they will never be short on effort. The second band in support will be a bit better, will possibly get a good pit going at the front, will work the crowd much better and will most likely be a more 'experienced' band - a bunch of 30 year olds who live off touring all the time. And of course, the headline act will be the real reason everyone is there. There was no surprises in this gig. If there were any eye-brow raisers at all it was the quality of the second band, who really got the crowd fired up.
However there was outstaging [spunge] themselves, who played a good set and certainly set the place on fire. They had so many songs to choose they couldn't fail to disappoint - Kicking Pigeons, Jump on Demand, Ego, Skanking Song, Roots.. the list goes on. The pit in front was also really electric too. Their famous cover versions of Down Under (Men at Work) and No Woman No Cry (Bob Marley) were also pretty good. The only drawback that both Plasmo and I agreed on was the fact that the newer stuff was not as good, which suggests to me maybe (only maybe) that their heyday is in the past. Yet despite our thoughts and the very suggestion that [spunge] are reaching their rock and roll retirement, this gig was a sellout with ticketless people being promptly pushed away at the door. Are [spunge] still fresh in the hearts and minds of the rock proletariat, despite having gone underground and kept a low profile for many years?
But on reflection of the evening, maybe this massive rapport is not about the band. I mean I have seen some crummy bands in my time but I have still been up for going to a gig based on the type of music being played. Half of the people in that gig (mainly kids or over 14's as I should specify) probably only heard a few songs by the headline act or no songs at all, but like the genre. And looking at the swarms of people who go in groups, its most likely more to do with the social aspect of the gig - making new friends, seeing old ones, seeing ones which you wouldn't see anywhere else other than that type of gig. Its about getting drunk, having a good skank, but most of all and I can very much vouch for this, they are about growing up. This fact sometimes holds me back from wanting to clamp some unruly 17 year old who is throwing his water into the air - he is only growing up and he is finding his sanctuary in the world which mocks him for wearing the 'wrong' clothes.
So if theses type of gigs are about growing up, in retrospect it should have been no surprise that the people I used to see at these gigs were no longer skanking hard. Whether they went to uni and whether or not they changed their music types, you know above all that they have matured and simply have grown up. I think that's one thing which shocked me the most, but perhaps was the most obvious fact after all these years - everyone grows up.
But don't get me wrong - I still moan about 'mini-moshers' and 'teenboppers' alike. For one thing they sure made me feel old!
Now you know me by now. I can't leave a post like that!
This gig was a great reminder of some awesome gigs I went to in the year in which I blown all my earnings just to see any glimmer of live music. 2002 was a great year muscially for me, I went to Ozzfest in Donnington Parkand notably saw System of a Down, to the Reading festival and saw my punk legends The Offspring, and I had the chance to see Green Day in Coopers Field, which at the time was totally mind blowing for our generation. People stepped back in disbelief at the very thought of Billie Joe, Tre and Mike coming to Britain, let alone Wales! On that sunny July day it was [spunge] who had the honour of opening up, and I only caught a small bit of their set because we had problems getting in at the gate. But I'm sure I saw them before hand as I ended up going to good few ska punk gigs around the time and I sure they did a few shows in the circuit. They had the world at their feet in regards to the rock media, interviews, music videos on Kerrang and of course, the chance to support on the world's most popular and talented punk bands.
Fast forward to 2007, and I admit, I haven't given [spunge] much of sniff as I have branched out into other types of music, mainly indie. In fact, it wasn't really until I was living with Plasmo last year I really remembered how good they were. I even dug out my old 'Compunktion' CD complete with Britain's finest ska-punk bands - the likes of King Prawn, Capdown and Farse, and not forgetting local talent like Shooting Goon. To avoid any disappointment therefore, I went along with an open mind and no real pre-conceptions of what these gigs were like.
When we arrived it was clear that the scene hasn't really changed; tipsy adolescent kids with Carling lager cans at hand, dressing up as alternative as possible complete with makeup and badges on their baggy jeans, and toking on pristine rolled-up cigarettes they all made in avid preparation. In fact, despite being known for complete randomness and spontenaeity, the formula of a punk rock show is incredibly preditable. If the bill has 3 bands it goes like this - the first band, pretty much unknown, probably young, will also probably suck and try to work the crowd unsuccessfully, but they will never be short on effort. The second band in support will be a bit better, will possibly get a good pit going at the front, will work the crowd much better and will most likely be a more 'experienced' band - a bunch of 30 year olds who live off touring all the time. And of course, the headline act will be the real reason everyone is there. There was no surprises in this gig. If there were any eye-brow raisers at all it was the quality of the second band, who really got the crowd fired up.
However there was outstaging [spunge] themselves, who played a good set and certainly set the place on fire. They had so many songs to choose they couldn't fail to disappoint - Kicking Pigeons, Jump on Demand, Ego, Skanking Song, Roots.. the list goes on. The pit in front was also really electric too. Their famous cover versions of Down Under (Men at Work) and No Woman No Cry (Bob Marley) were also pretty good. The only drawback that both Plasmo and I agreed on was the fact that the newer stuff was not as good, which suggests to me maybe (only maybe) that their heyday is in the past. Yet despite our thoughts and the very suggestion that [spunge] are reaching their rock and roll retirement, this gig was a sellout with ticketless people being promptly pushed away at the door. Are [spunge] still fresh in the hearts and minds of the rock proletariat, despite having gone underground and kept a low profile for many years?
But on reflection of the evening, maybe this massive rapport is not about the band. I mean I have seen some crummy bands in my time but I have still been up for going to a gig based on the type of music being played. Half of the people in that gig (mainly kids or over 14's as I should specify) probably only heard a few songs by the headline act or no songs at all, but like the genre. And looking at the swarms of people who go in groups, its most likely more to do with the social aspect of the gig - making new friends, seeing old ones, seeing ones which you wouldn't see anywhere else other than that type of gig. Its about getting drunk, having a good skank, but most of all and I can very much vouch for this, they are about growing up. This fact sometimes holds me back from wanting to clamp some unruly 17 year old who is throwing his water into the air - he is only growing up and he is finding his sanctuary in the world which mocks him for wearing the 'wrong' clothes.
So if theses type of gigs are about growing up, in retrospect it should have been no surprise that the people I used to see at these gigs were no longer skanking hard. Whether they went to uni and whether or not they changed their music types, you know above all that they have matured and simply have grown up. I think that's one thing which shocked me the most, but perhaps was the most obvious fact after all these years - everyone grows up.
But don't get me wrong - I still moan about 'mini-moshers' and 'teenboppers' alike. For one thing they sure made me feel old!
An Easter Post
Easter - a time for rest, a time for reflection, a time for eating ridiculous amounts of chocolate. But for me, only the last of those activities is carried out as I regularly undertake a work-a-thon over the Easter weekend. This year it was even more important to me, considering that I am still in the hunt of a full time job; the interview I mentioned on a previous post went well, but ultimately unsuccessful. I am still pumping out application after application, and now I have arranged an assessment session with CardiffWorks, the council's 'temping agency'. So hopefully things are on the up in the employment front.
But back to Easter, and I decided to work Easter Sunday and Easter Monday this year. Good Friday was fully booked staff wise, so I bummed around and waited to go out with Jen on a night out scheduled by Nathan. It was full of good pub food (although Jen was convinced her chicken meal made her sick, and notably took its toll on her over the whole weekend, poor princess!), a good old natter and Lithuanian beer. On Easter Sunday the store was closed, so the 8 of us who decided to work (and get paid, instead of having it off as one of our holiday days or having it unpaid) were given cleaning duties. Namely, buffering the stockroom floors - all day. Therefore the glory of Christ's ascension was not the only thing was rising for me on this most holy of days (take that as sexual innuendo if you must), but I was also worshipping of the ascension of the deeply encrusted dirt which inhabited within the filthy tiled floor. Jen, who also decided to work, was just as unimpressed by the day as I was, as it proved to be a complete waste of time the following day. Already our hard work seemed to be fading away, becoming blackened with the dirt of the day. It was okay though, as the Steed Unit was in on Easter Monday and his diligence and hard work re-energised me and made the day go that little bit quicker.
I hate bank holidays. Yeah they pay well, but they just throw my week. Before I know it after a bank holiday weekend, my week is cut short and already I'm sorting out the QVR team for Tuesday. We suffered a dreadful defeat also last night, which may have cost us promotion into Division Three. In a quick nutshell, with all that and a glimpse of the new Doctor Who (hmm still undecided) that was my Easter 2007.
But back to Easter, and I decided to work Easter Sunday and Easter Monday this year. Good Friday was fully booked staff wise, so I bummed around and waited to go out with Jen on a night out scheduled by Nathan. It was full of good pub food (although Jen was convinced her chicken meal made her sick, and notably took its toll on her over the whole weekend, poor princess!), a good old natter and Lithuanian beer. On Easter Sunday the store was closed, so the 8 of us who decided to work (and get paid, instead of having it off as one of our holiday days or having it unpaid) were given cleaning duties. Namely, buffering the stockroom floors - all day. Therefore the glory of Christ's ascension was not the only thing was rising for me on this most holy of days (take that as sexual innuendo if you must), but I was also worshipping of the ascension of the deeply encrusted dirt which inhabited within the filthy tiled floor. Jen, who also decided to work, was just as unimpressed by the day as I was, as it proved to be a complete waste of time the following day. Already our hard work seemed to be fading away, becoming blackened with the dirt of the day. It was okay though, as the Steed Unit was in on Easter Monday and his diligence and hard work re-energised me and made the day go that little bit quicker.
I hate bank holidays. Yeah they pay well, but they just throw my week. Before I know it after a bank holiday weekend, my week is cut short and already I'm sorting out the QVR team for Tuesday. We suffered a dreadful defeat also last night, which may have cost us promotion into Division Three. In a quick nutshell, with all that and a glimpse of the new Doctor Who (hmm still undecided) that was my Easter 2007.
Fags' Last Night out
Our pub quiz team, appropriately titled 'Fags' Last Night Out', had just lost the weekly Deri Inn pub quiz by a good 16 points in what was perhaps one of our most forgettable performances. Yet this night will not be quickly forgotten by us all because of this dismal score. For myself, Jen, Tom, Emma, James and Leighton, witnessed history in the making in a simple Rhiwbinian pub. For Sunday April 1st, was the final day in which people can legally smoke in public places here in Wales.
For those hardened draggers who may have been living under a rock over the past few years and had returned on that very day, they would not be wrong in insisting that this ban was a cruelly played April Fools joke. I say this because it even baffles me how attitudes towards smoking in public have changed in the 21st century. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that now everytime I go out into a pub I can now escape the heavy blankets of smokey filth, which was slowly destroying my lungs and making me smell like an ashtray. But it was not long ago that smoking was considered to be cool, a bit rebellious and was a major staple in establishing the social order. If you didn't smoke, you were a square. The dangerous effects of cigarettes and tobacco were not being explained properly and people had continued to suffer the effects of lung cancer and other respiratory diseases. It wasn't too long ago that tobacco advertising was banned in this country, and that all fag packets had to have clearer warnings on them to explain the danger. Yet we were still well behind the likes of California where smoking bans had confidently been put in place, and we dismissed it as an excessive idea. Truth was that Britain had, and still has, a real love affair with the cigarette. It has always been revered as the appropriate partner to a cup of coffee, or a pint of lager. Its a British tradition which no-one was willing to separate.
And yet today, the Parisians have now started to call time on open smoking in their own public places. Paris was certainly another place where cigarettes where commonplace in bars and cafes - I'm sure if you had to conjure up a French stereotypical bloke in your mind, he or she would have onions around his neck, a french loaf in one hand and an unfiltered cigarette firmly between his lips. Scotland have had their ban in place since last year, we have followed suit, whilst England will make the Great Britain smoke free in July.
So why the change in attitudes? Perhaps because more people are waking up to the silent killer which they have no control over. Passive smoking is being proven to be almost as deadly as direct smoking itself and quite rightfully, the public doesn't like this fact. I know as a passive smoker for 23 years that my life may be significantly shortened as a result and that it is now I've started to take a stand when I am around my mum and dad, who both smoke. I don't want to be near them when they smoke, I blatantly open windows even when its pouring down or freezing cold, I make bellowing gestures with my hands and other types of resistance. I do anything to convey my utter disgust at the habit, since reasoning through science had no effect. I did the old-breathe-into-a-cotton-wool-ball trick and it had no effect whatsoever. And although I realise its tough to quit or cut down, the fact is that those sticks are playing around with people's health around you. It is just plain disrespectful. Im glad to say something has gotten through however, my mum will now leave the room when she lights up and even if she is watching something on TV, she will stand by the door and smoke.
Sadly there are bound to be people in society who aren't so considerate, who are too selfish and still live in the stone age to see that smoking has an effect on everyone else. I've met them - and I'm glad to say that their defiance is just the perfect example of their stupidity. These people will continue to light up in pubs, because its what they do, its what they always done and no-one will tell them otherwise. But this ban and the attitude of the majority of the people of Wales shows quite clearly that YOU are a dying breed. In more ways than one.
This ban will be hard to enforce now, but its clear that this is a measure for the future. It will teach the next generation that smoking in pubs and other public places is something we were ashamed of, and we want them to turn up their noses in disgust at the very idea. We want them to stay healthy, we want them to live without the worry of one particular type of cancer lingering over them. Not that its too late for us of course - I can now enjoy a pint without having to worry about my breathing.
As we quizzed on that joyous evening, it was ironic that a couple smoked quite happily next to us. Smoke filled the air and it was thick as fog, and they seemed as though they were smoking to save their lives considering the rate they were puffing away. And yet, I wonder if tomorrow, or indeed next week when we quiz again at the Deri, they will be there with Marlboro's at hand. I wonder whether they will be feigning ignornance or expressing utter defiance just to continue their dirty habit. I wonder if they will be dinosaurs trying to outlive their time.
For those hardened draggers who may have been living under a rock over the past few years and had returned on that very day, they would not be wrong in insisting that this ban was a cruelly played April Fools joke. I say this because it even baffles me how attitudes towards smoking in public have changed in the 21st century. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that now everytime I go out into a pub I can now escape the heavy blankets of smokey filth, which was slowly destroying my lungs and making me smell like an ashtray. But it was not long ago that smoking was considered to be cool, a bit rebellious and was a major staple in establishing the social order. If you didn't smoke, you were a square. The dangerous effects of cigarettes and tobacco were not being explained properly and people had continued to suffer the effects of lung cancer and other respiratory diseases. It wasn't too long ago that tobacco advertising was banned in this country, and that all fag packets had to have clearer warnings on them to explain the danger. Yet we were still well behind the likes of California where smoking bans had confidently been put in place, and we dismissed it as an excessive idea. Truth was that Britain had, and still has, a real love affair with the cigarette. It has always been revered as the appropriate partner to a cup of coffee, or a pint of lager. Its a British tradition which no-one was willing to separate.
And yet today, the Parisians have now started to call time on open smoking in their own public places. Paris was certainly another place where cigarettes where commonplace in bars and cafes - I'm sure if you had to conjure up a French stereotypical bloke in your mind, he or she would have onions around his neck, a french loaf in one hand and an unfiltered cigarette firmly between his lips. Scotland have had their ban in place since last year, we have followed suit, whilst England will make the Great Britain smoke free in July.
So why the change in attitudes? Perhaps because more people are waking up to the silent killer which they have no control over. Passive smoking is being proven to be almost as deadly as direct smoking itself and quite rightfully, the public doesn't like this fact. I know as a passive smoker for 23 years that my life may be significantly shortened as a result and that it is now I've started to take a stand when I am around my mum and dad, who both smoke. I don't want to be near them when they smoke, I blatantly open windows even when its pouring down or freezing cold, I make bellowing gestures with my hands and other types of resistance. I do anything to convey my utter disgust at the habit, since reasoning through science had no effect. I did the old-breathe-into-a-cotton-wool-ball trick and it had no effect whatsoever. And although I realise its tough to quit or cut down, the fact is that those sticks are playing around with people's health around you. It is just plain disrespectful. Im glad to say something has gotten through however, my mum will now leave the room when she lights up and even if she is watching something on TV, she will stand by the door and smoke.
Sadly there are bound to be people in society who aren't so considerate, who are too selfish and still live in the stone age to see that smoking has an effect on everyone else. I've met them - and I'm glad to say that their defiance is just the perfect example of their stupidity. These people will continue to light up in pubs, because its what they do, its what they always done and no-one will tell them otherwise. But this ban and the attitude of the majority of the people of Wales shows quite clearly that YOU are a dying breed. In more ways than one.
This ban will be hard to enforce now, but its clear that this is a measure for the future. It will teach the next generation that smoking in pubs and other public places is something we were ashamed of, and we want them to turn up their noses in disgust at the very idea. We want them to stay healthy, we want them to live without the worry of one particular type of cancer lingering over them. Not that its too late for us of course - I can now enjoy a pint without having to worry about my breathing.
As we quizzed on that joyous evening, it was ironic that a couple smoked quite happily next to us. Smoke filled the air and it was thick as fog, and they seemed as though they were smoking to save their lives considering the rate they were puffing away. And yet, I wonder if tomorrow, or indeed next week when we quiz again at the Deri, they will be there with Marlboro's at hand. I wonder whether they will be feigning ignornance or expressing utter defiance just to continue their dirty habit. I wonder if they will be dinosaurs trying to outlive their time.
A Sunny day
What a week it has been. I have been able to keep myself occupied thanks to working in Argos and have got a few apps off to places too. Productive to say the the least! Its just a shame I have a million things to do at home, like tidy my car, replace my indicator lights, find out the source of my home wireless network problem and bring some order to the clutter which lives in my bedroom. I could have got a real good start on it today but I wimped out at the thought; instead I had a lie-in and decided to spend a few hours in Penarth where I bought some books and had a nice haircut.
I don't know whether it was because today has been really sunny and fine, but walking around the small, fairly quiet and tranquil town of Penarth really makes me consider it to be somewhere to live in the future. I know what some of you may be thinking - I better be prepared to dip my hand into my pocket - it just seemed right. I always have liked Penarth and I often consider it a refreshing place to shop as an alternative to Cardiff. For the moment though, I must be able to afford to live somewhere a bit more in my current price range. At this rate, the Rhondda is calling my name. Llwynypia perhaps?
In other news, I face my first job interview tomorrow. It is for a job which I never thought I would be applying for, but it is certainly not one which will put me at a bad financial situation. Nerves haven't kicked in yet, but I'm sure they will take ahold of me some time this evening! Above all, this interview brings relief and hope to what has been a very blighted job seeking campaign. Since searching from November, I havent had a sausage from anyone at all and my morale on the whole thing has slowly hit rock bottom. I'm just hoping after this interview I have a bit more luck on the job front, or if we are looking for the best case scenario, a job!
Finally, the mighty Wales effectively bowed out of Euro 2008 qualifiying with a lacklastre defeat against the Irish. I originally planned a Dublin trip last year and now I'm thoroughly glad I didn't go through with it! I didn't see the game but from all the reviews, our Dragons were just plain awful. I had real hopes we could pin something from this game especially as Ireland have been self-exploding in particularly bad fashion lately, turning on manager Steve Staunton after a woeful 2-1 last minute victory against the San Marinese. With Steve now off the hook and a bit of breathing space, the pressure is now on John Toshack to deliver. I have always been a supporter of Tosh, mainly because of his immense acheivements in Spain and Turkey, and I think he has the tactical know-how to push Wales forward. I also agree with the FAW that he is undergoing an overhaul of new youth players who need to be blooded while some of our older players are stil there to guide the way. But that game has rocked my confidence slightly. I mean, two attempts on goal? With Bellamy and Giggs? I find it hard to believe that we couldn't take the game to them a bit more. And at the centre of it all, is a very hollow midfield which still bears the scars of the absent Savage, Thatcher and Oster. Don't get me wrong, no-one's ego should ever be bigger than the team but has Tosh burnt too many 'bridges' that we need to qualify? I hate to say that - I just really hope that results against San Marino on Wednesday and the Czechs in June will expel these doubts and restore my faith in the Welsh gaffer.
I don't know whether it was because today has been really sunny and fine, but walking around the small, fairly quiet and tranquil town of Penarth really makes me consider it to be somewhere to live in the future. I know what some of you may be thinking - I better be prepared to dip my hand into my pocket - it just seemed right. I always have liked Penarth and I often consider it a refreshing place to shop as an alternative to Cardiff. For the moment though, I must be able to afford to live somewhere a bit more in my current price range. At this rate, the Rhondda is calling my name. Llwynypia perhaps?
In other news, I face my first job interview tomorrow. It is for a job which I never thought I would be applying for, but it is certainly not one which will put me at a bad financial situation. Nerves haven't kicked in yet, but I'm sure they will take ahold of me some time this evening! Above all, this interview brings relief and hope to what has been a very blighted job seeking campaign. Since searching from November, I havent had a sausage from anyone at all and my morale on the whole thing has slowly hit rock bottom. I'm just hoping after this interview I have a bit more luck on the job front, or if we are looking for the best case scenario, a job!
Finally, the mighty Wales effectively bowed out of Euro 2008 qualifiying with a lacklastre defeat against the Irish. I originally planned a Dublin trip last year and now I'm thoroughly glad I didn't go through with it! I didn't see the game but from all the reviews, our Dragons were just plain awful. I had real hopes we could pin something from this game especially as Ireland have been self-exploding in particularly bad fashion lately, turning on manager Steve Staunton after a woeful 2-1 last minute victory against the San Marinese. With Steve now off the hook and a bit of breathing space, the pressure is now on John Toshack to deliver. I have always been a supporter of Tosh, mainly because of his immense acheivements in Spain and Turkey, and I think he has the tactical know-how to push Wales forward. I also agree with the FAW that he is undergoing an overhaul of new youth players who need to be blooded while some of our older players are stil there to guide the way. But that game has rocked my confidence slightly. I mean, two attempts on goal? With Bellamy and Giggs? I find it hard to believe that we couldn't take the game to them a bit more. And at the centre of it all, is a very hollow midfield which still bears the scars of the absent Savage, Thatcher and Oster. Don't get me wrong, no-one's ego should ever be bigger than the team but has Tosh burnt too many 'bridges' that we need to qualify? I hate to say that - I just really hope that results against San Marino on Wednesday and the Czechs in June will expel these doubts and restore my faith in the Welsh gaffer.
The Quickening
If the mighty Kronos knows all and sees all
I would have had my existence refund paid long ago.
For all the days I have laid looking at the bedroom wall
And for all the naiveities I still hold and know,
Too many cornflakes can embitter the soul
Just like too much daytime TV can rot your brain
Everyday stuck in a banal, virtual hole
Of the daily afternoon post always returning the same.
Above it all, I am sloth, I am my worst enemy
I am eighty percent becoming of what I never wanted to be.
And time just... moves... so... slowly....
Twenty percent feels like that's all I'm ever going to be.
And yet, the world moves at the quickening
No time to find your Valhalla when the seas are fraught with doom
And your search becomes chaotic and most sickening
As your prided long boat is sinking; your great asset you once presumed.
To be idle, you are slain, but in this battle
Even the good ones find themselves on their knees
To miss the tide with waffling and prattle
Are not the right words for your bargaining pleas.
And all this, to put bricks to your house, fuel to your car
And get the very things you think you lack,
And now a month has passed, have I come this far?
Can I please have my five minutes back?
So tomorrow brings another lazy, work filled day
And if you don't take heed, you will be in danger of being late,
As the seconds of eternity are frittering away,
They keep up frantically with Wall St. at an hourly rate.
Been a long time since I have written a poem, just wanted to clear the cobwebs a bit on the creative side of my brain! Those who know me well can probably guess the main subject of it, despite it not being directly mentioned, but what I tried to convey here is that time can move slowly and quickly at the same time; a feeling that I have harboured recently.
If you are interested in other poetry that I have written, please visit: http://allpoetry.com/janstar
I would have had my existence refund paid long ago.
For all the days I have laid looking at the bedroom wall
And for all the naiveities I still hold and know,
Too many cornflakes can embitter the soul
Just like too much daytime TV can rot your brain
Everyday stuck in a banal, virtual hole
Of the daily afternoon post always returning the same.
Above it all, I am sloth, I am my worst enemy
I am eighty percent becoming of what I never wanted to be.
And time just... moves... so... slowly....
Twenty percent feels like that's all I'm ever going to be.
And yet, the world moves at the quickening
No time to find your Valhalla when the seas are fraught with doom
And your search becomes chaotic and most sickening
As your prided long boat is sinking; your great asset you once presumed.
To be idle, you are slain, but in this battle
Even the good ones find themselves on their knees
To miss the tide with waffling and prattle
Are not the right words for your bargaining pleas.
And all this, to put bricks to your house, fuel to your car
And get the very things you think you lack,
And now a month has passed, have I come this far?
Can I please have my five minutes back?
So tomorrow brings another lazy, work filled day
And if you don't take heed, you will be in danger of being late,
As the seconds of eternity are frittering away,
They keep up frantically with Wall St. at an hourly rate.
Been a long time since I have written a poem, just wanted to clear the cobwebs a bit on the creative side of my brain! Those who know me well can probably guess the main subject of it, despite it not being directly mentioned, but what I tried to convey here is that time can move slowly and quickly at the same time; a feeling that I have harboured recently.
If you are interested in other poetry that I have written, please visit: http://allpoetry.com/janstar
Bobbies on the Beat
Before I went to work yesterday I watched Sunday AM at the 'glance at the papers' section for a quick idea of whats happening in current events. There was one story particularly caught my attention, however I was unable to get the name of the paper to have a real good read of the article. It basically reported that bureaucracy in the police force has gone farcical and that there are roughly 53 pencil-pushers behind every single bobbie on the beat. As you can possibly agree, that is completely ridculous! I'm now glad I didn't get that job in the police, if that is the accurate state of affairs! What we are seeing here is the highly politically sensitive issue of street policing, and the broken promises made by governments alike of putting more policemen and policewomen on the streets, to directly stem the flow of crime where it matters.
The issue of policing always makes me think of the time Jen and I went to Tunisia, on an excursion into the cities of Kairowan, El Djem and Monastir. We were very lucky to have a highly interested, funny and intelligent tour guide who was also a Masters graduate in International Relations. This guy was therefore in a position to give us information about anything in Tunisia, in a very coherent and knowledgable way. What I could hear from the fellow Brits whispering around me, and was something I had also considered, was the heavy presence of policemen on the streets in each city. We must have thought 'ah, African country, must have a real problem with crime'. But when one tourist asked the guide why there were so many policemen on the streets he responded with another two questions. "Why not?", he said, followed by "why don't you in your country?". It was here that the guide shown great clarity on the subject. He said that despite Blair going to war on the rest of the world, our PM failed to understand that if there is a risk to your own people in that same war, they need to be protected. The guide went on to explain that in Tunisia, crime levels are fairly small mainly due to its insular nature in international politics and the visable presence of police on their streets. But what sold me was the more simple phrase of "why not"? I mean, its fairly simple really isn't it? More street police, less street crimes like muggings, theft and violence.
This Labour government stated that it will get tough on the causes of crime to bring down lawlessness in this country and has seemed to ease the police presence on our streets. It will probably argue therefore that it will look at cracking down on drug dens, prositution rings and illegal slave trades as they are the roots of more petty crimes associated with it like theft. In addition, Labour have also done something towards getting more police on the streets, even if it seems like a real copout (no pun intended, honest) by getting the public to act as policemen and policewomen. They have brought in 'community wardens' as junior members of law enforcement, but despite this move, they still remain to be scarce when I drive around. Maybe I just drive into the wrong places. But I'm sure you could relate to this observation.
Or maybe the lack of street police is down to something a bit more psychological. Just like we Tunisian tourists thought, with policemen on the streets we automatically assumed that there must be a problem; that the streets must not be safe for such a strong presence. And with a North African backdrop removed, I'm sure the general public would have the same fears back home. With more coppers around, people may feel safe, but the sceptical side of their minds must feel as though to have more coppers around, something must be afoot in our great, law-abiding British society. If the government were to implement more police around, one rather weak criticism which could be raised by some is that it would be making smoke without a fire perhaps. But sadly, as the knife killings in London and gang killings in Birmingham show, maybe there is a fire. Maybe also it is time to wake up and realise that some of those 53 bureaucrats must be reduced if we are going to going to get tougher on crime.
The issue of policing always makes me think of the time Jen and I went to Tunisia, on an excursion into the cities of Kairowan, El Djem and Monastir. We were very lucky to have a highly interested, funny and intelligent tour guide who was also a Masters graduate in International Relations. This guy was therefore in a position to give us information about anything in Tunisia, in a very coherent and knowledgable way. What I could hear from the fellow Brits whispering around me, and was something I had also considered, was the heavy presence of policemen on the streets in each city. We must have thought 'ah, African country, must have a real problem with crime'. But when one tourist asked the guide why there were so many policemen on the streets he responded with another two questions. "Why not?", he said, followed by "why don't you in your country?". It was here that the guide shown great clarity on the subject. He said that despite Blair going to war on the rest of the world, our PM failed to understand that if there is a risk to your own people in that same war, they need to be protected. The guide went on to explain that in Tunisia, crime levels are fairly small mainly due to its insular nature in international politics and the visable presence of police on their streets. But what sold me was the more simple phrase of "why not"? I mean, its fairly simple really isn't it? More street police, less street crimes like muggings, theft and violence.
This Labour government stated that it will get tough on the causes of crime to bring down lawlessness in this country and has seemed to ease the police presence on our streets. It will probably argue therefore that it will look at cracking down on drug dens, prositution rings and illegal slave trades as they are the roots of more petty crimes associated with it like theft. In addition, Labour have also done something towards getting more police on the streets, even if it seems like a real copout (no pun intended, honest) by getting the public to act as policemen and policewomen. They have brought in 'community wardens' as junior members of law enforcement, but despite this move, they still remain to be scarce when I drive around. Maybe I just drive into the wrong places. But I'm sure you could relate to this observation.
Or maybe the lack of street police is down to something a bit more psychological. Just like we Tunisian tourists thought, with policemen on the streets we automatically assumed that there must be a problem; that the streets must not be safe for such a strong presence. And with a North African backdrop removed, I'm sure the general public would have the same fears back home. With more coppers around, people may feel safe, but the sceptical side of their minds must feel as though to have more coppers around, something must be afoot in our great, law-abiding British society. If the government were to implement more police around, one rather weak criticism which could be raised by some is that it would be making smoke without a fire perhaps. But sadly, as the knife killings in London and gang killings in Birmingham show, maybe there is a fire. Maybe also it is time to wake up and realise that some of those 53 bureaucrats must be reduced if we are going to going to get tougher on crime.
Yeah that's Right, MANLY MEN!
In the absence of a picture in my last post, I thought I'd make it up with one of the greatest comedy sketches within a movie, since 'Spamalot' in The Holy Grail. All hail this masterpiece of classic choreography and fantastic lyrics!
Manly Men
This post begins with no pictures and much scorn. For some reason since Saturday, my wireless network has failed to give my precious Sally (my lappy) any internet goodness. In addition, the digisender which I use to watch Sky in the front living room has also gone caput. I sense that some treachery or some tomfoolery is afoot, but for now I am relegated to the family PC to tell you all of my woes, my recent trips and burning issues.
Jen and I had the weekend before last off from work, so we decided to do something to celebrate our 4 year anniversary. We settled for Kenilworth Castle, which is sandwiched nicely in the countryside between Coventry and Warwick. It was a superb castle, complete with lots to see and learn, as the prominent figure which owned this estate was Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, Queen Elizabeth I's 'closest advisor'. And I hope you know what I mean when I say 'closest'....
Anyway after Kenilworth, we though we would grab some food in Stratford-upon-Avon, which was a short distance away. There we had chips in the rain (romantic!) after we attempted to sit by the canal and admire the scenery. We later found the Stratford Argos (tiny!) on the same street as Shakespeare's birthplace. See, Argos can be a part of history! After we refused to enter Big Will's crib, we decided to get some Warwickshire ice-cream and then see Anne Hathaway's cottage to complete the Shakespearean extravagansa. We then went to Worcester, where we dined at classy Nando's and had the usual Meal Platter. We walked around the city centre and failed to find the Argos, but we did establish that it was a very 'alternative' place. There were so many goths, skate punks, metallers on the streets it looked like it was the set of a Slipknot video or something! We did see the cathedral but sadly by then it was night and the pictures didn't come out so well. We then went home through Great Malvern and also failed to find the Argos there, but by then it was pitch black and any excursions in teh middle of the Malvern hills would just be plain crazy. We then went home back over to the green green grass of home.
This weekend just passed I finally became a manly man. It's true; you are not a real man until you have experienced the ancient ritual of the Stag, and I was lucky enough to part-take of this of sacred event in style. The victim, or should I say the groom-to-be, was Mikey Pinto, regular latino soul man of TTFE. We went over the bridge to the city of Bristol, where we were promised a much better night out was to be had than we would experience in Cardiff. It didn't disappoint; the place was simply buzzing. Wasn't overly busy where ever we went, but it certainly wasn't a ghost town either, and this was a Saturday night! The atmosphere was just so much calmer there than I would expect in Cardiff, where I often feel as though I'm crusing for a bruising for just walking down St. Mary Street. Anyway it was a great night, complete with drinking, fun and frolic, and dancing.
To end this post, I would have to say the job hunt continues on and the search is becoming even more mudane. I have counted my blessings lately as I have some much needed overtime in Argos, but I know before long that will dry up and I will be once again taking in my daily breakfast of toast and Jeremy Kyle. Please someone out there, give me a chance!
Jen and I had the weekend before last off from work, so we decided to do something to celebrate our 4 year anniversary. We settled for Kenilworth Castle, which is sandwiched nicely in the countryside between Coventry and Warwick. It was a superb castle, complete with lots to see and learn, as the prominent figure which owned this estate was Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester, Queen Elizabeth I's 'closest advisor'. And I hope you know what I mean when I say 'closest'....
Anyway after Kenilworth, we though we would grab some food in Stratford-upon-Avon, which was a short distance away. There we had chips in the rain (romantic!) after we attempted to sit by the canal and admire the scenery. We later found the Stratford Argos (tiny!) on the same street as Shakespeare's birthplace. See, Argos can be a part of history! After we refused to enter Big Will's crib, we decided to get some Warwickshire ice-cream and then see Anne Hathaway's cottage to complete the Shakespearean extravagansa. We then went to Worcester, where we dined at classy Nando's and had the usual Meal Platter. We walked around the city centre and failed to find the Argos, but we did establish that it was a very 'alternative' place. There were so many goths, skate punks, metallers on the streets it looked like it was the set of a Slipknot video or something! We did see the cathedral but sadly by then it was night and the pictures didn't come out so well. We then went home through Great Malvern and also failed to find the Argos there, but by then it was pitch black and any excursions in teh middle of the Malvern hills would just be plain crazy. We then went home back over to the green green grass of home.
This weekend just passed I finally became a manly man. It's true; you are not a real man until you have experienced the ancient ritual of the Stag, and I was lucky enough to part-take of this of sacred event in style. The victim, or should I say the groom-to-be, was Mikey Pinto, regular latino soul man of TTFE. We went over the bridge to the city of Bristol, where we were promised a much better night out was to be had than we would experience in Cardiff. It didn't disappoint; the place was simply buzzing. Wasn't overly busy where ever we went, but it certainly wasn't a ghost town either, and this was a Saturday night! The atmosphere was just so much calmer there than I would expect in Cardiff, where I often feel as though I'm crusing for a bruising for just walking down St. Mary Street. Anyway it was a great night, complete with drinking, fun and frolic, and dancing.
To end this post, I would have to say the job hunt continues on and the search is becoming even more mudane. I have counted my blessings lately as I have some much needed overtime in Argos, but I know before long that will dry up and I will be once again taking in my daily breakfast of toast and Jeremy Kyle. Please someone out there, give me a chance!
ITV Play - A Reprise
ITV suspends premium phone-ins
It seems my blog has more clout than I first thought!! This issue with the premium rate phone lines really does highlight the issues I was trying to convey in my earlier post, concerning the way in which we as a society don't just watch television, we have to get involved too. Please read the article from the link above to read more!
The future of TV to come
ITV Play. Some may not even bother using this channel, or even have a chance to see it as they are tucked up in bed before it airs on ITV1 in the early hours of the morning. If you are in this group, consider yourself lucky because you are not missing much. This mindless drivel of 'interactive quiz TV' has previously been confined to a few cable/satellite channels, promoting viewers to ring up premium rate lines to answer a simple question and win a big cash prize. ITV have now caught onto the idea, creating their own channel which airs this type of programming for a great deal of the day and as stated above, after the daily programming of ITV1.
As far as gambling goes, it is argued whether that this type of programming can actually be placed in this category. MP Paul Farrelly has even gone as far to state that these type of shows are "tantamount to theft", in reference to their extortionate cost and the length of each call, even when some callers do not get through to the studio. One recent news article which has highlighted the honesty of TV quiz telephone phone in is the Richard and Judy quiz scam. They have just felt the sting of their foney quiz competition which invited callers to participate in the 'You Say, We Pay' competition despite already selecting competitors for the daily show. ITV Play programming certainly has the lure of a gambling craze; with people phoning up all the time confident that they will be quids in and willing to risk their own fortune to get it. In addition, the popularity and appeal of the show has astounded me - I recently went onto Youtube and the swams of people who have posted videos of their Quizmania successes and and others who comment on how good the show is demonstrate that this craze is not falling flat on its feet just yet. Can you blame them? We as Brits do enjoy a flutter and we think nothing of daily phone line competitions which offer us things we could can only dream of. But maybe thats what wrong here; just because the viewer is flung into a friendly, 'cash mansion' instead of a dark, smoke filled casino, doesn't mean we are still not gambling.
But that isn't what worries me totally here. Yeah, gambling can be considered as a social ill when you think of the lives it can destroy. My concern is that this what we can consider to be the future of TV as the viewing market gets more competitive. The addition of digital TV via freeview and the sheer number of channels which Sky produces has prompted the terrestrial corporations to wake up and maintain their monopoly over what we watch. This isn't new - of course not, but now we are witnessing a real revolution in how we watch TV and how we use it. The TV watching experience is now increasingly becoming two way, not one way. Again not a new idea; I remember GMTV doing phone-ins when I was a child, plus Comic Relief and Children In Need are also prime examples of couch-potato-participation. It is the explosion which has been sparked by technology which has made the idea a lot more popular. Sky Channels like Fame TV ask viewers to send in their videos from their mobile phones or via the internet so that they can be viewed on the TV, and people text to vote for their favourite. The success of web 2.0 on the internet websites like Wikipedia and Youtube, where information such as videos and pictures passes so much easier from user to user and the rise of the mobile phone, in bringing us text messages mobile cameras makes this interaction possible and relatively attractive.
But better communications alone is not the reason why you can't see re-runs of your favourite ITV programmes at night anymore. This type of TV is seen as the way to go as it is cheap to make and very profiting when you look at the revenue it generates. ITV are laughing behind our backs and so they should - all they have to do is get a Big Brother has-been like Brian Dowling to be his usual flamboyant self for a few hours and watch the punters try their luck.
As a concerned citizen worrying about the state of society, I choose not to moan where the next supercasino will end up and its effects on the locality; but instead, I opt to worry about the casino which slipped in through the back door and effects everyone, everywhere, at around 12am each night. On the other hand, as a man of rationality, I agree that if you are stupid enough to phone these lines, you can't moan about the costs they incur. I simply advocate that if you don't like what you see, turn it over to ITV2 and watch the repeat of Corro and Emmerdale. If that prospect is even worse for you, just turn the damn thing off.
Duw It's Hard
Ahh happy times. Courtesy of Dave (sorry Dave I nicked it, hope you didn't mind) I have given you a small glimpse of my weekend; this pic inparticular is from Dale's and Clare's engagement party, last Saturday. It was a real good bash, complete with a fantastic buffet (vital element as always), a good crowd and some rocking tunes. Congrats to you both! In more ways than one! On Sunday our Argos Cardiff Bay team took up the challenge of Argos Newport Road and acheived a well-deserved victory of 4 goals to 3. It was the Dean show as our resident goal machine and QVR's current top scorer hit all the goals to ensure Newport Road's footballing debut ended in defeat. A game fraught with controversy, as NR were offside many-a-time exposing CB's sometimes shaky defence and their first goal was clearly illegal. Without a referee we had to resort to negotiation between the two sides to solve any disputes and that clearly caused problems in situations such as these. But on the bright side, as honourary gaffer, I led my team to victory and we will go into the second leg with a 4-3 aggregate scoreline. Not only that, we all went to the pub afterwards! Result!
I guess I havent posted for a while and for that I do apologise. I have a full time job looking for a full time job, what can I say? I type this post on a Mozilla Firefox tab page which is surrounded by other more important tabs, each a prospective job application ranging from the good ole' WAG (Rhodri and Co.) and the University of Wales in Newport. And of course, despite being singled out as the obvious odd tab the webhead's trusty sidekick and companion - Facebook. But to think I'd still be doing this when St. Davids Day draws near really does fill me up with mixed emotions. Yes folks, this 'job' can take it out of you emotionally. And here's why:
Anger - "F**king hell!!! Why can't I get a job!?! I went to university for Christ's sake! What a f**king waste of money! Experience? How the f**k can I get experience when I've just left uni?!?!"
Sadness and self pity - "Another rejection? That's it, I can't do this anymore - no-one will ever want me so I just give up. Maybe I should just work in a corner shop or something"
Fear - "What if they think I suck? What if I get to an interview and screw it up by freezing on the spot or something. What if I'm still doing this and working in Argos until I'm thirty!?"
Frustration - "I don't want to sit on this sofa anymore and look at job websites, I gotta get out there and do something - make myself presentable, make them want me..."
And believe me, theres more where that came from. But the skinny here is that I'm beginning to lose faith in the job market. More and more the old saying of "It isn't what you know it's who you know" feels like the motto of how to go about getting employed. I mean who I am kidding in thinking otherwise? My job in the Big A was given to me because my mum's friend knew a manager at the time and I remember the first thing that very manager said to me when I went for my interview:
"I've heard some very good things about you, how you are a very nice boy!"
It is then you feel like a parlour trick and your new master is going to pat you on your head, whilst the 'patter' is doing a favour to her mate. This is not to discredit my work in Argos - I worked hard to get where I am and I did it on my own, took my chances and rode my luck a little bit too. But I guess what the point I'm getting at, which was also pointed out to me by Mike in work, was that sometimes to get that foot in the door, an inside contact can give you that edge over someone else. I would certainly love for someone to tell me otherwise. One thing for sure - Duw, it's hard.
