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  • Better Off Without Religion?

    Strange calendar quirk today. It's Mr Keith's birthday (hurrah! cake!) but this evening we're off to one of those Intelligence-Squared debates, which was a christmas present to me from Mr Keith in the first place. Anyway it's quite exciting as it's called "We'd be better off without religion" and speaking for the motion is Richard Dawkins, while against it is Roger Scruton, who are two people I can both froth with pleasure agreeing with and two minutes later shout with anger at the level of my disagreement. I seem to have travelled full circle from my kneejerk, teenage "all religion is shite" feeling, through a genuine love of gentle Anglicanism, only to hit my head against a couple of things: the church's recent decision to make a name for itself by being shitty to gay people again, and the scientific training I can't get away from (Dawkins fuels this of course). In this current state of mind I'm in no mood to listen to someone like Roger Scruton telling us that we have to respect religious belief because it's been around for a long time (like the cold virus? Another link to Dawkins!). So I'll probably vote for the motion. I think Mr Keith will vote against so not for the first time we'll cancel each other's votes out. These debates are fantastic.

    Last night we went to see Boeing-Boeing at the theatre off Haymarket.
    boeing boeing
    I never learn, do I? Just because every newspaper review gave it top marks and said it was the funniest thing ever seen, just because it's populated by people revered as great actors, just because I'm sat in an auditorium filled with middle-class people laughing their guts up, doesn't mean that the entertainment will raise as much as a flicker of a smile on my stoney hard face. It was dreadful, absolutely awful. Don't waste your money on west end theatre ever Graeme. Until the next time I read a sequence of fab reviews and think I should go.

    Off to the London dungeon as soon as I finish this and get in the bath so I'd better go!

  • Coming back to blog.co.uk!

    Might come back here -- it's handy being able to blog from any location, even if I don't have iWeb with me.

    bonus pic -keith and chris atomonium both younger

  • We're moving ...

    Keith got me iWeb for my birthday so I'm going to write my blog there in future.

    http://web.mac.com/graemearcher/iWeb/

  • On Belle and Sebastian

    There's a new Belle and Sebastian single available on iTunes - Funny Little Frog, it's called, and it's wonderful. Of course. I am not quite at the stage of saying that I don't trust people who don't love Belle and Sebastian; but I'd find it impossible to fall in love with them. What's the appeal I wonder?

    All pop music's crap innit, so why does some of it gel so neatly with your life philosophy; how do some groups work out how to merge tunes with harmony with instrumentation to the extent that you can't imagine living without them? It's taken me decades of course to admit I'm like this, I had to climb over the wall of the western canon before I could admit to liking murder mysteries for god's sake and music weren't no different. Now my heart pierces every time I hear the trumpeter joining in a Belle and Sebastian song. And their lyrical work in Tigermilk is shockingly good: particularly if you're a gay boy from the west of Scotland, particularly if the part of the west of Scotland you come from is called Ardrossan and has a hill in it called "Castle Hill" which the band quite clearly refer to in one of the Tigermilk tracks. (They're not gay by the way, it's something more subtle than that sort of direct link).

    [My favourite line at the moment in pop music is courtesy of Franz Ferdinand -- in that very good song "Walk Away" they sing that when the ex lover walks away "Radio 4 is static" - a line sung in such anger! It took my breath away. That's me that is.]

    There's something to do with nostalgia I think. I also love "Michael Caine" by Madness, despite liking neither Madness nor Mr Caine's ouevre (particularly). But its minor key melody transports me back to innocent Graeme; Graeme who was still interested in learning about the world, Graeme whose hopes hadn't been crushed or optimism turned into dirty, necrophising sceptic cynicism. And there is a beauty in the timing of the "My name, is Michael Caine" mixed in with the tune that's just joy.

    Belle and Sebastian though. Born to me in the misery of a broken heart - gifted to me by a colleague called Andrew - gosh how they speak to me. "I was feeling fine; I was happy for a day in 1975. I was troubled by a dream that stayed with me all day in 1979. My brother had confessed he was gay; it took the heat off me for a while. He stood up with a sailor friend, and made it known upon my sister's wedding day". Bliss.

    Bliss of course that speaks to me. And I think that's the existential point (fnarr - no really). We're all alone and we'll all die alone - pretty shit universe at times innit? But if you come across a pop band that seem to be addressing your own personal drivers and demons, well then - you're no longer quite so alone. I'm not saying it's as good as falling in love (which clearly addresses the same existential angst) but it's along the same lines. And thanks to Belle and Sebastian, my universe is just a little more crowded with like-minded souls.

    Here's my current embarrassing iMix: http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPublishedPlaylist?id=656281
    (Go on - buy "The Stars of Track and Field" - 79pence, and you will know everything you ever need to know about me. "You liberated a boy I never rated, now he's throwing discus for Liverpool and Widnes").

    http://www.belleandsebastian.com/home.php

  • Farewell Charlie

    Normally I draw the line about talking about politics on my blog, but really, this Kennedy scandal/leadership crisis/end of crap party is just too good to miss. Let's not waste time crying for Caesar, he lied and lied and lied to everyone who asked him about his drink problem but at the last election still thought himself fit to be, well of course not prime minister, but he was ready to overtake the poor, tired old Tories. I would feel sorrier for him if he hadn't always affected such a lofty moral stance whilst enacting the 21st century electoral version of the Nazi-Soviet pact - the ridiculous siding of the party of Gladstone with the anti-war movement, an electoral alliance with the LEAST liberal forces in British society, in order to take seats from ... anti-war Labour leftwingers. The man's tactics stank, as did his breath for most of the time, if what we read today is true.

    Anyone who's engaged in hand to hand electoral battles with LibDems will excuse me for gloating here - but the rest of you, I know, will have no direct experience of the towering slag heap of sanctimony that best describes most liberal activists and won't understand how someone, especially one of the non-nasty Tories, can despise the LibDems so much.

    Of course there are decent, centre-right liberals in existence; it's just that most of the realistic ones joined the Tory party in the 1980s. (Like: hello!). I'm not sure how to describe the economic side of Mrs Thatcher's government without recourse to the phrase "19th century manchester liberal". But there are precious few real liberals left in the LibDems - more on the Orange Bookers below, who are the exception - the LibDems are a sort of care-in-the-community project for empty-headed, tax-and-spend twits like that nonentity from Brent or the beyond-parody ghastly Simon Hughes. If you live in London you may remember Simon Hughes; he was the last pathetic liberal candidate for mayor. He was also -- and this I find a really fine exemplar of everything that stinks about the LibDems -- first elected to parliament in a quite astonishingly viciously homophobic campaign, ran against Peter Tatchell who was about the first ever openly gay parliamentary candidate. I'm saying nothing more about the sheer stinking hypocrisy of that candidate running that campaign. Any Tory out there who's run against a liberal won't be surprised.

    OK so that's the left wing part of the LibDems dealt with; and if that was all there was to them they wouldn't bother me any more than any other group of semi-demented marxist clapped-out losers. But all parties are coalitions: our (Tory) party is basically a coalition between two main strands of thought: the liberal/libertarian wing, and the social conservative wing. Theirs is essentially a coalition between left-wing idiots and free-marketeers liberals. Of course it's more complicated than that, and these days most of us say some cliche like "I'm an economic and a socially liberal conservative" without understanding the first thing about what the term "liberal" implies in that context. Basically, a conservative thinks that no one single generation has the right to alter the society too much; there is an unwritten contract between ourselves and those who come after us, so it behoves us to preserve all that is best in our culture. A liberal thinks that "society" consists of a series of contracts between the individual and the state, eg I pay my tax, you give me a schooling, of course it quickly becomes messy and horrid, eg a conservative in these terms is much more likely to support gay marriage than a liberal; what's in it for the state? Anyway I digress...

    Which means that the centre-right libdems must overlap intellectually and probably emotionally with the liberal conservative wing of my party. And in the 1990s, when the Conservative party decided to have a collective breakdown and appeal to no-one other than the disgusting Simon Heffer, there must have seemed a time to new intelligent politicians like Nick Clegg and Vince Cable that the most likely vehicle for getting centre-right thinking into power was through the LibDems, not the unappealing Conservatives. I can totally understand that thinking - with my tribal loyalty hat on, it used to frighten me - but guys! That was before we Conservatives got to the precipice, looked into the abyss, LISTENED to uncle Michael Howard, had a long lie down in the dark and calm room, and woke up in time to vote for David Cameron to be our new leader. There is now no vehicle for centre-right liberal thinking anywhere outside of the Conservative party; and the decent centre-right libdems must know this (why else aren't they going to challenge Sir Ming Caretaker Campbell for the leadership now?). They must have the courage of their convictions and walk away from the left-wing student politics of Hughes, Teather, Taylor et al., and come and make common cause with the decent Tories who are rejuvenating our party and making it ready for power again. The student union lark of the LibDems is over guys: come and join a serious electoral force, and help us rid Britain of this rotten, self-obsessed, sectorial government.

    http://www.libdems4cameron.com/

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