“This is the broader significance of the City verdict, beyond the interminable debate over whether the club should be forcibly relegated, stripped of titles and trophies. In a world where the UN is neutered, where transnational alliances have scarcely been weaker, it offers an alternative vision to a world increasingly aligned along axes of brute power and wealth. It articulates the increasingly outmoded idea that there is a shared set of values and rules by which all must abide.” – Jonathan Liew, Guardian, Opinion, 29 Sept: ‘The Manchester City case shows us how the global mega-rich now expect to operate with impunity.’
‘Twas ever thus, Jonathan. But I’m puzzled by the fury that has greeted a comment made by Andy Burnham in a BBC News interview with soppy political editor, Chris Mason. Burnham was, as any fule kno’, mayor of Manchester, a city that has benefited from major development investment by the UAE, which also happens to own Britain’s most successful football club of recent times, Manchester City. After years of inquiry, their business practices have been found to amount to cheating. All Burnham did was to express the hope that, whatever penalties were awarded against the club, the UAE would not abandon its commitment to the city.
This was apparently tantamount to a statement of support for the owners’ malpractice. Burnham, a lifelong football fan, was said to be ‘out of touch’ – although he has spent more of his life on the touchline than most of his critics. I fear we have all gone crazy. It appears that any perfectly rational statement by a Labour politician now has to result in fits of phony apoplexy from their Conservative opponents who, in this case, appear to have benefited recently from all expenses-paid trips to the Mediterranean to socialise ominously with former News International panjandrum, Rupert Murdoch.
Bed bugged?
OMG. Lying in bed this morning, I was running through in my mind, some things I need to shop for this week, if I can bear to leave the sanctuary of my little house and travel further than the wine section of the nearby convenience store.
Somewhere on the list, I felt the need of some new socks, of the loose-fitting tops kind. Normal tightly fitting socks cause my lower legges to swell like kiddies’ party animal balloons; while for the usual inscrutable reasons, half my old loose-fitting socks have vanished somewhere between the washing machine in the kitchen, the tumble dryer in the garden and the bedroom dresser half-full of untaken medicaments – and it’s not matching pairs that are disappearing.
Grazing half an hour later on The Guardian website, an ad (I can’t subscribe, I really can’t) in the middle of an interesting item about an escaped capybara called Samba popped up and flashed at me the less interesting news that British men are “turning away” from “compression” socks to ”simple, slip on” socks. A remarkable coincidence, I thought, since I had not yet mentioned to my computer, the requirement I had already mentally identified for more socks of this specific nature. (Note, there is nothing “simple” about putting on slip-on socks, I require a sturdy wall to prop myself up against and I can only just manage to reach my feet to hook the socks over the toes and work the sock upwards with one hand if I raise each leg in turn with the other hand, forcing it to bend, which it otherwise doesn’t want to do. One day, I will break my hip, and that will be the end. Now, read on…)
Earlier in the session, I’d encountered while reading a News article about the bizarre Fairford incident, another pop-up ad explaining that “rats would rather freeze outside” than encounter “this smell”…. which compounds the oddness of the socks coincidence, as there are indeed rats scuttling about in my walls, emerging at night to eat up the remains of the cat’s supper; and, before firing up the computer, I had been hoovering (literally – I own a Hoover, highly recommended) a corner of the living room where I observed rats or a rat had left a mess of seeds and poo. (You don’t want to poison them if they’re going to die behind the walls and smell for weeks. Anyway, they’re quite sweet – there’s a little one that sometimes comes and peers at me curiously through my study window.)
Thus, I had rats on the brain before the ad appeared, presumably hoping to sell me some proprietary rodent repellent.
I’m not sure whether to welcome the convenience of not having to do my own thinking at my age, or scream and run in fear. Somebody, or something, is reading my thoughts. I have thoughts – I feel sure you do too – that I wouldn’t want anyone or anything to be reading. When I want a thought to be read, you can be sure to find it in this, muh li’l bogl. So just get out of my head, Guardian. I know you want me to subscribe, I just… well, I just can’t, and it looks like I’ve lost Adblock-Plus, its little icon I now notice has disappeared from the desktop. More admin, sigh.
Speaking of capybaras, this month’s trending feelgood creature, I invented a game last week. Which politician looks most like a capybara (an inoffensive, large South American semi-aquatic rodent now filling an evolutionary niche in the British countryside)? I can’t decide between former Chancellor, Ed Balls, nowadays to be found trying to settle in uneasily as a genial host on a morning chatshow; or the combative yet somehow placid looking wimmins’ champion, Jess Phillips MP. Old John Major could be another candidate.
What d’you think?
GW – A late blast of the trump
USA: an unusual autumn heatwave is building over the eastern states. “Temperatures in cities like Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia will climb into the middle 80s F on Thursday, then could approach 90 during the day on Friday. With average temperatures sliding into the lower 70s during early October, the mercury late week will peak at more than 15 degrees above the historical average.” The reprieve from the wind and rain in the East will only be temporary, however. “Tropical moisture streaming northward out of the Gulf will bring the risk for (more) heavy rain across the Southeast and into the mid-Atlantic into the weekend.” (AccuWeather)
Meanwhile… 110 mph Cat 3 Hurricane Polo passed over the Baja California peninsula Tuesday, heading for Sonora county in northern Mexico, threatening coastal communities with huge waves and a tidal surge. The US National Hurricane Center said that while Polo was expected to weaken as it moved over the peninsula, it was forecast to still be at hurricane strength when it makes its second landfall in mainland Mexico, and could be bringing up to 7-in of rain to mainland US states by the weekend.
UK: London managed to achieve a record late September temperature on Tuesday of 28 deg. C. Could it be the data centres, I wonder? Next week could see the islands’ first named storm of the winter.
Tailpipe
Rollin’ over in the clover
The first train has yet to run on the magnificent HS2 line between somewhere in London and somewhere in Birmingham, no track has been laid, but at least the wildlife is running on time. The artificial chalk downland newly created alongside the line of the Great White Elephant is flourishing after just 4 years, with new species thriving on the chalky soil excavated from the 10 mile-long Chilterns tunnel: “It is now one of the largest wildlife habitat creation projects in south-east England, and has already witnessed the arrival of hedgehog clover, which hasn’t been recorded in Hertfordshire since 1878, alongside water voles, lesser emperor dragonflies and pyramidal orchids.” (Guardian)
The area will be open to the public next year, which should kill it all off again.
No trouble Bruin
A brown bear named 89 Backpack has been crowned the winner of Katmai National Park and Preserve’s Fat Bear Week. Named for his cute habit as a baby of riding on his mum’s back – she’s also a former Fat Bear champion in the lady category – and described as fairly non-aggressive, Backpack won against near-rival 910 by just over 5,000 votes, coming in with 103,344 over 910’s tally of 98,253 votes. (New York Times) The bears fatten up at this time of year, in preparation for months of hibernation. I envy them, the most sleep I can manage at a stretch is about two hours.
Ratfucked
And now I’m on the New York Times website and those rat repellent adverts are still pursuing me even here. What the fuck is going on? I’ve never even mentioned a rat problem before. Is this AI? Are we being scanned?