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4 november 2009, manchester blues
Thursday 5th November 2009
In a bit of a funk at the moment. Combination of many things perhaps: some hard, stressful things at work, my right hand problem, the dark nights suddenly, a cold study (as its in the conservatory), my other half worried about her trip to new york and my mum moving into supported accommodation. Beneath it though, I do question manchester. I recall, sometime during the 20 years or so I didn't live in this place, driving up from london with a good friend, and just as we past Macclesfield on the m1 it started raining. “Aha” we’re in manchester, I said, and we got into a discussion about how the place represented past and loss (of my father) for me,…
2 november 2009, when is an election not an election ?
Monday 2nd November 2009
I am sometimes accused of refusing to give way to pragmatism over logic; the best as the enemy of the good. I duly find recognition of hamid karzai afghanistan’s duly elected president difficult to swallow. He was only declared winner as he refused to meet the conditions his challenger insisted were needed, with some justification, to make the election legitimate. Karzai stared down the international community’s attempts to install a “national unity” coalition. The sound of chickens coming to roost can be heard all around, truisms including that democracy is not just about a vote, but a free media, transparency, accountability, and above all a just rule of law, applied to all. The key question really is whether such a…
25 october 2009, tomato’s legacy
Monday 26th October 2009
I’ve always tried hard to have a good boss - and one of my best was tomasso padoa-schioppa who left the ecb and became italy’s finance minister in its most sensible government for an age, but one thrown ingloriously out of office. His replacement was not one to bring on his better staff, but for TPS, this was a raison d’etre. I was at a meeting once of elders and betters when he was trying to convice our legal department to start a tailor made series of working papers. At one point he just looked at me and said “you haven’t said anything, what do YOU think”. Going somewhat against the grain, I said I thought it was a…
19 october 2009, let my write hand NOT wither...
Tuesday 20th October 2009
My day was dominated by my right hand – and it’s a while since that's happened. I’ve had a real problem dogging me since the summer. Now, 3 months, 2 mri scans and several possible diagnoses later, I know the problem. It’s not arthritis, a trapped nerve or a slipped disc, but a torn ligament. It was caused by my lifting something, and there’s a 60/40 chance it can be fixed with a keyhole operation to shave away the tear and some months of taking it easy. My other half is very worried about surgery, and so I am going to ask whether any alternative course (like keeping it in a splice for weeks) has any chance of fixing it.…
18 october 2009, if it can’t survive, let it die !
Sunday 18th October 2009
Letter yesterday from royal mail redirection services, which turned out to be junk mail from ‘furniture village’, offering me 10% off on a specially-made plastic card. This is 4 months after my move, when presumably most have already bought most of any stuff they’re going to. I’d be a bit miffed if I was fv; and as myself am mildly furious. Like all such, it went straight in the bin, but with thought of the waste of producing such things and the uselessness of my ticking every possible box about not wanting junk. My poor mother, who never knows to tick such boxes, is endlessly assaulted by graphic appeals from charities with odd P O Box numbers sending her free…
13 october 2009, hard choices
Tuesday 13th October 2009
EUObserver, a very good website for keeping on top of various brussels dossiers, managed a whole article on joseph stiglitz (nobel winning economist, try globalisation and its discontents) this morning, without mentioning the fact that he’s chair of the world poverty institute at the university of manchester. This is part of a global strategy to brand the uni as one of the world’s very best. It’s a good idea I can only support, but not sure it’s value for money. Anyway, I do like jo, and do strongly agree with his latest musings, that the reaction of the eu’s members states to the financial crisis calls into question its cornerstone and greatest success, the single market – the world’s largest.…
10 october 2009, history’s eyes on obama
Saturday 10th October 2009
Its 7am, saturday morning, as I go with the flow of my new rhythm and get up when I’m awake for a few precious hours in my study before the rest of the family rises. Another piece in place this morning, as I plug in the radio, and await to hear about obama winning the nobel peace prize. What to make of that. I wrote earlier that Huntington’s thesis casting the US as a lonely superpower was long outdated, the “unipolar moment” of the “indispensable nation” long gone. We have for a while been in an era where the US is still hegemonistic enough to veto action by others, but cannot itself succeed without others’ acquiescence. Sanctions, for example, work…
3 october 2009, lisbon, again
Saturday 3rd October 2009
On my Europe pages are a mass of articles I’ve written on Lisbon, not least the definitive article on how it will affect economic and monetary union. Ooops, I’ve lost you already. Seriously though, it’s unbelievable that the eu – that’s us folks – has spent nine years now talking about a few relatively innocuous changes to the way it works. It’ll all be a bit better if the irish have indeed voted yes, and the czech president’s truculence is overcome, but it’s hardly game-changing. What’s actually happened of course is that several people and polities have suddenly realised over the last few years how very far we have come, and they want to shout about it. It’s natural human…
1 october 2009, birds of a feather
Saturday 3rd October 2009
A pleasant evening, arranged to talk about how to get like-minded people together in Manchester. And, hey presto, I found myself amongst like-minded people. Even went out for a drink with them, first time I think since I’ve been here. Not that’s it’s been empty, but difficult to squeeze much more beyond work and family, and what little there is spent on emails, letters and the like, as I’ve always been more than happy spending quality time with a keyboard. Youth is wasted on the young and all that. Also today, I published my first column in the Manchester Evening News, which has seemingly cemented my reputation as the local prophet of doom. If only they’d known me a couple…
28 september 2009, cleaning up
Sunday 27th September 2009
A quiet day, for once. Party in the morning for one kid, homework needing to be done for the other - which was who I got. Maths. Cleaned up (it’s my week), made lunch, made dinner and got through myriad of games (with kids) and odds and sods (with computer) in between. Even popped out to buy a heater in anticipation of cold coming soon to my study. Exorcised too about cuts coming soon (of the public spending sort), and intrigued about the wheeze of a “fiscal responsibility bill”. It’s going to be a toss up for effectiveness with the climate change bill, which is going to cut emissions by – come on ladies and gents, do I hear 80%…
21 september 2009, we failed
Monday 21st September 2009
At some point in my late teens, I was shocked to learn that there were almost 100,000 settlers living the west bank. Like all like-minded friends, I fought the good fight and argued the case that never mind the poor old palestinians, israel’s own survival as a democratic, secular state depended on a negotiated two state solution. Talk with arafat ? Hold your nose: no need to make peace with your friends. A few days ago I read an equally chilling statistic, that very same count – yes, including east Jerusalem – has just topped 500,000. That’s not far off the entire jewish population of the state when it was founded. That growth, my friends, that movement from containable, reversible…
14 september 2009, paris
Monday 14th September 2009
Whisked away to paris for a wonderful, childless weekend. It was glorious sunshine on saturday, but a chill in the air at night, and on sunday we noticed that autumn had sneaked into paris. So much coffee, fine food, photographs, exhibitions, being driven around in a blue 2cv, and beauty on the eye everywhere. Tourist-avoidance ensured a marvellously relaxing, though tantalisingly brief, couple of days. How bourgeois, but how enjoyable, the smiles never left our faces. Paris really is the city that never sleeps, although we did.