Another Mrs Robinson

As an ‘appendix’ to a much earlier post on this blog (“A true Mrs Robinson“), here’s a recent scandal in Norn Ireland that has blown up and threatens the province’s pisspoor ‘government’,  with a 50-something Mrs Robinson – no, really, that’s her name – shagging a teenage lad and doing him financial and economic favours [1]. Perhaps not as wholesome as the previous story as she’d allegedly been “grooming” the lad since 9 (though wtf ‘grooming’ consists of is an interesting and perhaps unanswerable question), she’s a staunch homophobic moralistic godbotherer, she’s the wife of the reactionary sectarian DUP leader Peter Robinson (whose career looks to be shafted by the scandal, arf, arf!), and she allegedly used corrupt means to advance her lover’s business interests. That apart, it’s straight out of The Graduate [2] and the lad is a bit of a looker, going by the photo on the Guardian news story, so you can’t blame her for getting the hots. From his viewpoint, he gets a good shagging by a fit older woman [3] and money thrown his way, so not such a bad deal for him either, plus he’ll undoubtedly be seen, in the present climate of pedofear, as a ‘victim’ by many, and a ‘lucky bastard’ by more than a few envious young men.

[1] “SDLP: Robinson must consider resigning over lover’s loan claims“, The Guardian online, 8/1/10.

[2] As many of the comments on Malachi O’Doherty’s opinion article pointed out gleefully.

[3] Peter Robinson under pressure over wife’s money affairs, BBC News, 8/1/10. See also a Google Images search for herself for photos of Iris Robinson – from a purely looks viewpoint, she’s well fit.

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Berlusconi gets a faceful

I have La Repubblica online as my home page, and was cheered to see, on its home page on Monday, a picture of Il Buffone – sorry, Il Cavaliere, the Zaphod Beeblebrox of Italy, Sylvio “consorts with minors” Berlusconi – with a broken nose and blood on his face. An ordinary guy called Massimo Tartaglia, allegedly with a history of mental illness, twatted Zaphod in the face with a model of the Duomo whilst Il Buffone was on a flesh-pressing outing.

There’s been no indication yet of Tartaglia’s motives, though my immediate thought was: pick a motive, any motive. It’s not as if Berlusconi’s regime of opportunists, corrupt MPs, and neo-fascists hasn’t generated a thousand motives for hatred, particularly in its overt and virulent racism and its repression of political opposition (see an earlier blog post as a ‘for instance’). And, frankly, the regime has blood on its hands, and has sponsored and legalised paramilitary vigilante groups to patrol the streets of major cities.

The Minister of the Interior (equivalent to the UK’s Home Secretary), Roberto Maroni of the neo-fascist Lega Nord, immediately called for the closure of websites which “praise violence” and for China-style “filtration” of web traffic [1]. Just the sort of reaction you’d expect from a fascist, but highly disturbing when that fascist holds the second highest office in the government. Another senior politician, Fabrizio Cicchito, head of Zaphod’s party (ll Popolo delle Libertà) in the Chamber, accused La Repubblica, Italy’s best-selling national newspaper, of stirring up a “climate of hatred” against Il Buffone. Ludicrously, the gravel-voiced demagogue of the Lega Nord, Umberto Bossi, described the attack as “an act of terrorism” [3]. With such senior figures upping the ante, you have to worry that the regime will increase its legal and political repression of Press opposition inside the country.

There’s a visceral, dark personal satisfaction to be had from seeing those who abuse power so wilfully getting just a little bit of personal, in your face retribution, and I’ve got to say that the sight of his mangled chops made my Monday. It’s not very constructive I know, but in an era when policians and businesspeople are increasingly remote and unaccountable, it’s nice to see them being held personally and very directly accountable now and again. Unfortunately, Il Buffone and his neo-fascist mates will be able to make him a martyr after this attack, and he’ll be able to re-brandish his faux macho credentials as a brave leader facing up to the ‘forces of communism’. It would have been much better had he been ‘pied’, as nothing brings the rich, powerful and famous down to earth quicker than a custard pie in the chops – effective and humiliating.

To say that Il Buffone’s rule has been ‘divisive’ would be like saying that Margaret Thatcher wound up a few people. His regime is both symptom and cause of the increasing political and social divisions in the country, and would make Italy the laughing stock of the world if there was anything to laugh about. As a person he’s corrupt ‘fino al midollo‘ (to the marrow), as the Italians say, not just in financial terms, though he’s a spectacular master of financial corruption and, more importantly, getting away with it. How better to escape prosecution for being bent than to change the law to give yourself legal immunity? And even when he has been investigated and taken to court, his legali have spun the cases out so long that they’ve been ‘timed out’ and expired. He’s also politically corrupt and, if you’re of a moralistic bent, sexually corrupt as well, what with shagging high-fees prostitutes and, allegedly, a 17-year-old. Worst, though, the instinct of his regime is to shut people up, and this instinct will only be strengthened by the recent “act of terrorism” with a plaster model of the Duomo.

What his regime’s political corruption has done is thoroughly de-legitimise the Italian government. Italians have never been great fans of government and politicians, for very good historical reasons, but recent regimes have been, by Italian standards, stable and not overtly corrupt [4], and have made decent efforts to root out corruption and restore faith in the legal system. Once Berlusconi arrived on the scene, forming his own political party (Forza Italia) purely to protect his massive media empire, then pulling together a right-wing movement with such diverse and opposing forces as the Lega Nord and the Alleanza Nazionale, then conquering power on a wave of demagogic populism and open racism, Italy has reverted to overt corruption and authoritarianism in government. Il Buffone’s naked self-interest, his treatment of government as his own personal plaything and tool to advance his and his mate’s financial interests, his demonisation of the legal system as the tool of ‘communists’ [5], and his dismissal of all political and social opposition, has effectively de-legitimised the government in the eyes of Italians and indeed the world. This will have profound implications for Italian politics, which will inevitably, once more, move from the halls of government to the streets. Already there are disturbing reminders of the feared anni di piombo, the period in the 70s when political violence from left, right and State was commonplace and lethal. Let’s hope that Il Buffone’s regime falls before things get that serious again.

[1] Maroni: “Nuove norme su cortei e siti”. La Repubblica, 16/12/09

[2] Pdl, Cicchitto a Repubblica: “Da voi una campagna d’odio”. La Repubblica, 16/12/09

[3] Silvio Berlusconi attack stirs up Italy. The Guardian, 14/12/09

[4] Unlike the dark days of the Christian Democrat-Socialist duopoly which ruled post-war Italy until the Tangentopoli scandals purged the political class. For a great impressionistic treatment of this period, and its ‘dark lord’ Giulio Andreotti, see the excellent film Il Divo.

[5] Berlusconi has repeatedly accused Italy’s magistrates of being “toghe rosse” (‘red togas’) involved in a dark communist plot to bring him and his regime down.

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A note of appreciation from the rich

Lifted shamelessly from the excellent Scroogle search engine scraper, the thinking Net user’s alternative to the totalitarian Google:

A note of appreciation from the rich
Let’s be honest: you’ll never win the lottery.

On the other hand, the chances are pretty good that you’ll slave away at some miserable job the rest of your life. That’s because you were in all likelihood born into the wrong social class. Let’s face it — you’re a member of the working caste. Sorry!

As a result, you don’t have the education, upbringing, connections, manners, appearance, and good taste to ever become one of us. In fact, you’d probably need a book the size of the yellow pages to list all the unfair advantages we have over you. That’s why we’re so relieved to know that you still continue to believe all those silly fairy tales about “justice” and “equal opportunity” in America.

Of course, in a hierarchical social system like ours, there’s never been much room at the top to begin with. Besides, it’s already occupied by us — and we like it up here so much that we intend to keep it that way. But at least there’s usually someone lower in the social hierarchy you can feel superior to and kick in the teeth once in a while. Even a lowly dishwasher can easily find some poor slob further down in the pecking order to sneer and spit at. So be thankful for migrant workers, prostitutes, and homeless street people.

Always remember that if everyone like you were economically secure and socially privileged like us, there would be no one left to fill all those boring, dangerous, low-paid jobs in our economy. And no one to fight our wars for us, or blindly follow orders in our totalitarian corporate institutions. And certainly no one to meekly go to their grave without having lived a full and creative life. So please, keep up the good work!

You also probably don’t have the same greedy, compulsive drive to possess wealth, power, and prestige that we have. And even though you may sincerely want to change the way you live, you’re also afraid of the very change you desire, thus keeping you and others like you in a nervous state of limbo. So you go through life mechanically playing your assigned social role, terrified what others would think should you ever dare to “break out of the mold.”

Naturally, we try to play you off against each other whenever it suits our purposes: high-waged workers against low-waged, unionized against non-unionized, Black against White, male against female, American workers against Japanese against Mexican against…. We continually push your wages down by invoking “foreign competition,” “the law of supply and demand,” “national security,” or “the bloated federal deficit.” We throw you on the unemployed scrap heap if you step out of line or jeopardize our profits. And to give you an occasional break from the monotony of our daily economic blackmail, we allow you to participate in our stage-managed electoral shell games, better known to you ordinary folks as “elections.” Happily, you haven’t a clue as to what’s really happening — instead, you blame “Aliens,” “Tree-hugging Environmentalists,” “Niggers,” “Jews,” Welfare Queens,” and countless others for your troubled situation.

We’re also very pleased that many of you still embrace the “work ethic,” even though most jobs in our economy degrade the environment, undermine your physical and emotional health, and basically suck your one and only life right out of you. We obviously don’t know much about work, but we’re sure glad you do!

Of course, life could be different. Society could be intelligently organized to meet the real needs of the general population. You and others like you could collectively fight to free yourselves from our domination. But you don’t know that. In fact, you can’t even imagine that another way of life is possible. And that’s probably the greatest, most significant achievement of our system — robbing you of your imagination, your creativity, your ability to think and act for yourself.

So we’d truly like to thank you from the bottom of our heartless hearts. Your loyal sacrifice makes possible our corrupt luxury; your work makes our system work. Thanks so much for “knowing your place” — without even knowing it!

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Italy: the new fascism

A dark day indeed has passed in Italy, where a new law has been passed obliging doctors to inform on their patients if they’re immigrants. So, if an immigrant, legal or not, goes to public services for health treatment, healthcare staff will be allowed to report the patient to police, thus turning doctors into copper’s narks. Plainly this will have a major impact on the health of migrant workers, legal and “clandestini“, who are not going to attend clinics if they’ll be grassed up to the authorities and possibly suffer imprisonment  of up to 4 years then deportation. Which in turn is bound to have an impact on public health, as diseases such as HIV and TB will go untreated and thus spread further amongst the ‘indigenous’ population. A commentator in La Repubblica denounced the measure in unflinching terms:

“QUEL che è accaduto al Senato con l’approvazione delle nuove leggi per la sicurezza è elementare nella sua barbarie. Per un atto di ossequio politico ai desideri xenofobi della Lega, si sono dichiarati inattuali e fuori legge i diritti degli uomini, delle donne, dei bambini che non sono nati qui da noi, che non sono cittadini italiani” [1]

Other beauties in this new law include:

  • the legalisation of the Northern League’s neo-fascist greenshirts (camicie verdi). The ‘Padanian patrols’ (ronde padane), the paramilitary neo-fascist ‘greenshirts’ who’ve been acting for years as anti-immigrant and anti-crime vigilantes on the streets of towns in the North, particularly in  the Veneto, are now given legal status. That’s like signing up Millwall fans as ‘community police’.
  • registration of the homeless. All clochard in Italy, that is anyone who’s homeless, will have to be put on a national registry. It’s difficult to know where to start with the stupidity and impracticality of this measure, but it will give the cops carte blanche to deal with homeless people, which will undoubtedly include gypsies and Roma, as they see fit, surely a green light for repression.
  • payment for residency. Legal immigrants who wish to work and remain in Italy will have to pay a tax of 80-200 Euros for the privilege. Considering that most extra-EU immigrants will be coming to Italy to earn money because they’re skint, they’re unlikely to be able to find that sort of money and will end up being thrown out.
  • separate school classes for Italians and foreigners, so even schoolchildren will be exposed to the practical reality of racism

“Fascism” is a word that’s misused and overused these days on all sides of the political spectrum (eg Peter Hitchen’s tendentious and inaccurate “islamo-fascism”) and as such has unfortunately lost much of its meaning and punch. This is a shame, because what’s happening in parts of Italy now is by the true meaning of the term “fascist”. Rome is under the control of a far-Right mayor, Alemanno, whose followers openly make ‘Roman salutes’, and the capital’s second football club, Lazio, is under the control of fascist fans. Although much attention has been given to the “post-fascist” Allianza Nazionale being in power, and its leader Gianfranco Fini being President of the Camera (Italy’s upper house of parliament), the AN is these days a standard ‘respectable’ Right-wing party. The real fascists inside the ruling coalition are the Lega Nord under the leadership of the gravel-voiced demagogue Umberto Bossi. The Lega and the leghisti have all the hallmarks of fascists: uniforms, virulent xenophobia, extra-legal violence and vigilantism, a membership drawn largely from the petit-bourgeoisie, a mythical patriotic ideology claiming descent from an ancient Celtic race (so similar in tone to the pseudo-religious Aryan history that the German Nazis manufactured), a ‘national socialist’ philosophy (social welfare for ‘padanians’ only), and of course a charismatic and demagogic leader.  It’s the Lega that’s driven this law into the statute books, and the leghisti who regularly come out with blood-curdling statements on immigration and crime (such as Bossi’s suggestion that boats with immigrants should be blown out of the water).

Italy is a dangerous place to be right now if you’re non-white, as it’s been taken over by a racist hysteria which sees all immigrants as criminals, drug dealers, prostitutes, terrorists and disease carriers (not so different from the Daily Mail view, then). The irony, of course, not lost on some Italians, is that Italy has traditionally been a country of emigration, and Italian immigrants abroad suffered the most appalling racism and discrimination and were seen in exactly the same terms as Italians now see clandestini : as criminals, terrorists and disease carriers.

On the plus side, the Left outside of parliament – the Left within has been reduced to an impotent rump in both houses – is very active and militant, in stark contrast to the Left in the UK, and the chances are good that the current state of fascism is a temporary madness which will be brought to a close by the determined activism of the Left, if it can get its act together. Keep an eye on the excellent Indymedia Italia site [2] run by and for activists for news of anti-fascist activities.

PS: there are some chilling photos of supporters of the neo-fascist mayor of Rome, Gianni Alemanno, giving the fascist salute after his election in April 2008.

References:

Statewatch article on the new laws (iffy translation into English, but readable)

Clandestini denuciati dai medici: Sì del Senato alla norma contestata. La Repubblica Online, 5/2/09. See also links on the right of the page to related articles.

[1] “La nuova civiltà dell’odio“. La Repubblica Online, 6/2/09

[2] The ongoing article “Sicurezza per chi?” lists past and future actions and demos against the new law.

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Winter wonderland

A blog post by an ex work colleague, and mate, of mine, the expat Canuck Rob Cutforth, on the “overreaction” of the UK media to the recent snowfalls, the heaviest for 18 years so we’re repeatedly told, echoed what many must be thinking. Namely that we should quit whingeing about the snow and enjoy it, and I can’t argue with that.

It’s true that the overreaction to the snow in the Press and broadcast media has been laughable, but that’s as much a reflection of the media making snowmen out of snowflakes as of the British public – nothing sells papers or gets ratings like a good old disaster, with voxpops of good old British pluck [TM] thrown in to leaven the misery. Look beyond the media, though, and you’ll find that Joe and Jane Public are enjoying the snow and having a damn good time on their extra days off – the schools being closed give parents a brill excuse to have a day off down the park. On Thursday I walked into work through Wollaton Park, covered in pristine freshly-fallen snow, and it was like a winter wonderland, with kids and adults-cum-kids having great fun sledging and snowballing, and even surly adolescents dropping their urban cool and frolicking in the snow like innocent 10-year-olds.

I think we should see all this snow as a rare treat. I’ve been in Nottingham for ive years and this is the first time I’ve even seen a flake of the stuff, and before that in Hull the last decent snowfall occurred in 1995 (I think). Snowy winters will become rarer with climate change (unless the Gulf Stream shifts as some scientists warn, in which case we’ll be like Newfoundland whose latitude we share), so let’s enjoy the few we do get. Unlike Canadians and Scandinavians for whom snow and ice are expected occurrences, for us it’s unusual and should be celebrated as a festival. It’s not as if we’ve owt else to celebrate these days…

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Reasons to hate Microsoft (1/many)

There are so many valid reasons to loathe Microshite – sorry, the Microsoft Corporation [TM] – that a whole book, nay a whole library, could be written with them. So let’s start small. I’m editing a document in that execrable bloatware Word 2004 on a Mac. Word keeps on capitalising the first letter of text I put in a table cell, so I have to backspace and retype it every time. I look in Autocorrect options and there’s no check box for auto-capitalising table cells. Similarly in Preferences. I learn, not from the pisspoor Help file but from a Scroogle search, that if you right-click on a correction you get a popup with the option labelled “Stop auto-capitalizing of table cells”. Ok, I do that, and it eventually kills this ‘feature’. Time cost? The best part of 20 minutes to kill an unwanted feature.

I’d thought I’d killed all the ‘features’ of this piece of shiteware ages ago. I turned off every single Autocorrect and Autoformat option as I’m capable of proofing my own writing, ta very much Steve Ballmer, I don’t want any ‘smart quotes’ with proprietary characters which display mankily online (how often do you see online text that’s been copied from Word with ? characters in place of a ‘smart quote’ when you view it in a proper browser?), I don’t want my dates superscripted, and I don’t want my arse scratched. What’s especially irritating about so many of these ‘features’, other than that they’re all on by default, is that you have to kill them in two different places.

Word is an example of ‘inimical software’, software which you have to fight with so that you can do what you want to do, not what it wants you to do, and boy have I done some fighting with this appalling piece of crud over the years. Why do I use it if it’s that bad? Because I’ve no real choice as all my employers have used it and it’s become the de facto WP standard (a striking example of bad driving out good). Yes, there is the very fine Open Office, but compatibility with Word is sometimes iffy as Microshite, unsurprisingly, keeps moving the goalposts to scupper its main competitor. The last edition of Word that was any good was Word for Windows 2, the six installation floppies for which I still have and occasionally think of reinstalling (except Windoze eXtra Pathetic probably wouldn’t run it) – it was a nice piece of tight coding with easily enough features for the most demanding writer. Hell, I wrote two books with it, with indices, TOCs, referencing, the works. Loaded quickly, ran smoothly, did what you wanted it to do. Since then it’s been an increasingly grotesque march to baroque bloatware, such that the software, which is just a word processor after all (remember that DisplayWrite, WordPerfect, and Wordstar all fitted onto 5.25″ floppies?), now requires 00s of megabytes of disk space and serious wodges of RAM.

So one of the reasons I hate Microshite is because they produce shite software. And that, of itself, is reason enough, but more will follow…

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Leaving WML

The post below will be of limited interest to those few of the ‘general public’ who read this, referring as it does to a discussion list for followers of Watford FC. There are general morals to be drawn from the lament, namely:

  • that online communities are a piss-poor 2-D substitute for real, face-to-face communities, and that relating to people via a computer rather than in real life person-to-person leads to an increasing disconnection from them.
  • without the rootedness of physical contact, an online persona can develop which is at odds, sometimes violently, with your real character
  • online fora can evolve into ‘institutional’ forms as they become more popular and ‘established’
  • free speech is well nigh impossible on web and email fora

After some 15 years of mostly uninterrupted membership, I’ve decided to quit the online community of Watford FC fans that is the Watford Mailing List (WML), both for my sake (and physical and mental health) and the list’s. This is a hard decision to make as I’m almost a founder member of the community, having been recruited back in 1993 after posting to an Italian Usenet newsgroup about Il Fenomeno Luther Blissett, at a time when the list membership was in double figures. Calling time on 15 years in WML is like leaving a long-time partner with whom you’ve had great times, and of whom you’ll always have fond memories, but from whom you’ve gradually become estranged, to the point where the mutual attraction has faded to a stuttering ember.

WML is not the place it was in the ‘golden age’, when membership was relatively small, many members knew each other in real life, BSaD was still going as the focal point of the online fan community, and WML operated by evolving social rules. In those days WML rekindled my (and many other’s) dormant support for WFC, encouraged me to go to matches often involving 3 hour or longer drives, and brought me into contact with good folk – Pete F, Craig, Fuzzy, Pete G, John C, Ian L, Kev le Belge, and many more – whom I’d meet for pre- and/or post-match pints, and at matches. WML largely ruled itself because most of us knew and respected each other, and whilst flame wars occasionally erupted these were calmed down by the ‘old hands’ who knew the combatants in person.

Over recent years, though, many of the ‘old guard’ have either left WML, or gone quiet, and nowadays I simply don’t recognise most of the posters – they’re no longer people in the real, social 3-D sense, but 2-D online personas, just names on email headers, for the most part indistinguishable to me, perhaps – probably – through not knowing them face to face. Worryingly, I’ve found myself posting differently in response to unknowns than to those I’ve met, being increasingly combative and indeed verbally aggressive to the former, and markedly more conciliatory to those I know (such as Kev le Belge and John of Wakefield). At times my posting has been akin to the behaviour I learnt in the bearpit of Usenet newsgroups where speech is free and argument red in tooth and claw, and my postings have become more rant and less communication. I’ve found myself using verbal aggression which I’d hesitate to use face to face, even though I’ve tried to stick to the principle that you should never post what you wouldn’t say in person.

How much of this is my fault, and how much is a function of a change in the list and its numbers (currently around 700 members), is hard to say. What I do know is that my anger is increasingly less moderated by personal contact and increasingly damaging to myself and others. As a result I’ve undoubtedly wound up many list members, both those I’ve fought with online – Dr Dave, Simon D, Hi-Ho Silver, Bruno, the Pillocking Pillock, to mention but a few – and those who’ve looked on silently, probably in dismay. I know that many WMLers now see me as a fuming, foamy-mouthed, purple-faced ranter, the sort of bloke that they – and I, for that matter – would move to the other end of the pub to avoid, or indeed to a different pub altogether.

This is not me, though, it’s not how I see myself, and it’s not how those who know me and have shared pre-match pints with me see the real life Fred Riley. In reality I’m an affable, friendly, sociable, slightly introverted bloke who stands his round, avoids barneys, and prefers to listen rather than yak. The portrait that many WMLers would draw of me would be unrecognisable to the real me, akin to Hyde v Jekyll. I’m a softy at heart, a believer and seeker after the quiet life, who avoids stand-up barneys and angry confrontations, not least because, amongst males, that carries a real risk of physical aggro. I’ve not hit anyone in over 30 years, and that’s a record I intend to take to the grave. Like most folk, I want to be regarded and remembered well, not as some Russell Crowe type, and I don’t want to make enemies unnecessarily.

For all these reasons, and also because I’m falling out of love with WFC (the subject of the next post) in part because of my estrangement from WML, I’m leaving the list for the foreseeable future before I really piss someone off whom I might bump into on matchdays.

WML will be marginally better off without me, and for me life will be quieter, calmer and far less stressful than it has been in recent years, when I’ve not only been on the list but have served in the Watford Advisory Group (WAG), the ‘ruling body’ of the list. I’ll miss very much the cameraderie, easy banter and freewheeling spirit of the ‘old days’, but those will never return now that WML has become an institution in its own right, recognised by the football club (some of whose employees are silent members), and with its own ruling body in the form of WAG. Indeed, the need for WAG is the clearest sign that the old easygoing days of free speech and self-regulation have gone, as WAG’s been increasingly called into action to police the list.

My membership of WAG has also led me in disturbing directions, and into disturbingly authoritarian and intolerant positions, which sit uneasily, and are often in blatant contradiction with, my natural libertarianism. The trouble with any email list or web forum is that it’s inherently undemocratic, owned as it is by a single person who can pull the plug at any time, and act as arbitrarily as s/he wishes. Even if, as is the case with WML, the list owner shares his power with an ‘inner council’, you just replace an autarchy with an oligarchy. The larger and more established the list becomes, the more necessary it becomes to police it to try to keep it running smoothly, and, in these litigious days, to forestall any possible libel action over incautious postings. This last has been the main threat to free speech on WML, such that WAG has been (over-)cautious in clamping down on rumours and allegations for fear that the club will take legal action, which may well fall directly on the list owner(s), such that he/they could end up personally liable for comments made by a list member. That is, the list owner could end up losing their home and being bankrupted for an alllegation posted by a list member, a heavy price to pay for free speech, and one which the list owner’s family might well take exception to. Whether this would happen or not, the finite probability that it might makes list owners both cautious and paranoid, and leads them into increasingly strict self-censorship. This is especially crippling on a football fan’s forum, as rumour is the very lifeblood of the fan – take away that, by demanding corroboration if someone’s heard, say, that Joe Bloggs had a training ground bust-up with a fellow team-mate, and you remove most of what fans talk about in pubs. Yet, as clubs like Sheff Wed – who took their own fans to court – and WFC – who sued the local paper, the Watford Observer – have already demonstrated, a libel suit is a real possibility. These days, the only place you can get free speech online is on Usenet, and even then you’d best cover your tracks with a proxy.

My WAG duties therefore made me increasingly uncomfortable because they necessarily made me authoritarian where list policing was concerned, even though I was part of the ‘libertarian wing’ of WAG. They also led WAG members into direct personal confrontation with WML members we were disciplining, the nadir of which was a bitter dispute with the Pillocking Pillock whom we eventually threw off the list, after months of argument, for both on- and off-list anti-social behaviour.

I will try to stay in touch with those whom I’ve become mates with via WML and WAG, and hope to share the occasional pre-match pint with them – they know who they are. I’ll also have to avoid those whom I’m pissed off mightily through my verbal aggression, at least until memory fades to the point where they think “Fred who?”. I’ll miss the gossip and some of the bonkers on- (Wings of a Sparrow) and off-topic (Ian Lay’s goat) threads, but will keep in touch with WFC news via BSaD’s successor, BHappy. However much I’d like to purge WFC from my life – and there have been times, particularly when growing up in Luton, when being an ‘Orn was a positive curse I prayed to be lifted from me – it’ll always be there. Truly, supporting a football club is a born affliction, not a chosen pleasure.

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We’re all on the way to…Moscow?

So last night the Chelski Mafiosi beat Liverpool to get to the final of the Champion’s League (not for champions, not a league) where they’ll play another English team, Merchandising United – sorry, Manchester United – on the 21st May. And where’s the final going to be held? Yep, Moscow. So tens of thousands of fans whose two club grounds are perhaps 100 miles apart will be flying over 1500 miles to Russia. It’s difficult to get your head around quite how barmy this is. The sheer cost to the fans is staggering, though these days to follow the aristocracy of the Premier League you need serious money just to go to league matches so there’ll be plenty of prawn sandwich eaters prepared to shell out thousands to go to the final (bit of a shame about the less affluent fans, but they don’t buy high-margin merchandise so who gives a toss?). Then there’s the travel time – to watch a 90-minute match, perhaps 2 hours if extra time kicks in, fans will be spending at least three days travelling. And of course, in these days of climate change awareness, the ‘carbon footprint’ of the final will be fearful to contemplate – if 10,000 fans from each team travel (maybe the seat allocation is more, maybe less, but that’s a decent estimate) then that’s 20,000 bums on plane seats, so at an average of 200 seats/plane that’s 100 flights of 3000 miles. How much aviation fuel is going to be burnt in them?

Of course, the final venue would have been stitched up well before the ‘league’ kicked off and the stadium owners wll be contractually due a big payday, but you’d think that, when the final teams are barely 2 hours apart by train or 4 by car, some alternative arrangement could come into play. The Russian stadium owners could be paid the profits they’d reasonably expect to make on the day, and the match re-sited to a neutral ground in England, Villa Park being the most obvious venue. Still, as Harry Hill might say, what are the chances of that happening, eh, eh? The whole thing’s more bananas than Fyffes.

Fans face struggle for Moscow visa (Guardian, 1/5/2008)

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It’s New Year’s Eve: take cover!

A sad story from Italy appeared today, the first day of 2008, in La Repubblica. A guy was celebrating the New Year with his family on the 9th floor of an apartment block in Torre Annunziata, just south of Naples, when a stray bullet came through the window at 11:15pm on Capodanno (New Year’s Eve). He was actually inside the apartment, sitting at the dining table, when he just collapsed on the table stone dead, struck by a celebratory bullet that some testa di cazzo (dickhead) had fired off in the street below. According to the report, gunshot and firework injuries are all too common at New Year’s Eve, but the numbers are staggering: yesterday there were 473 wounded by fireworks and gunshots, some seriously, including a young child of 10 shot in the head and a woman of 41 shot in the torso, both of whom are in critical condition. And that astonishing number is actually a reduction on the previous year, when there were 526 casualties, and that was nearly half of the casualties in 2000 and 2001:

…ai Capodanni del 2000 e del 2001 quando si registrarono, rispettivamente, 3 morti e 952 feriti e 4 morti e oltre mille feriti. Negli anni successivi, fino al San Silvestro del 2006, non ci furono più vittime: 544 feriti nel 2002, 568 nel 2003, 584 nel 2004 e 550 nel 2005″

And we thought Hogmanay street parties had their fair share of casualties, but places like Edinburgh aren’t in the same league as Italy, which surely is a dangerous place to be on Capodanno. You’re not even safe indoors… :(

Proiettili vaganti, un morto. La Repubblica online, 1/1/08

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Ryanair held up by a soft toy

This made me laugh. According to La Repubblica today [1], a Ryanair flight out of Rome’s Ciampino airport was held up for 2 hours on account of a soft toy, to wit one massive soft crocodile, so large that it stretched out over 3 seats. Quite how the passenger got such a large toy on as ‘hand luggage’ is a mystery only Ciampino security could answer, but when she did and laid it out on seats in the passenger cabin, a flight attendant told her that she couldn’t take such a monstrosity on board, and that it would have to be left on the ground. Quite why isn’t clear from the report – plainly there were free seats to put the croc on, and even in the event of a crash an unsecured soft toy is unlikely to cause any damage to fellow passengers. Neither was it any kind of security threat. Unsurprisingly, the toy’s ‘mistress’ (“padrona”) protested vigorously and refused to budge either herself or the crocodile, which led to the aircraft’s departure being delayed for some 2 hours whilst the plane crew, then customs officers, remonstrated with the passenger, as well as a faction of the other passengers who, not unnaturally, wanted to take off for Milan – amusingly, the report notes that the passengers divided into two factions, pro- and anti-soft toy (I know which side I’d have been on :o )).

The impasse was finally broken by a nun who calmly negotiated with the crew, cops and recalcitrant passenger, and eventually persuaded her to get off the plane with the offending soft toy, after which the aircraft took off.

[1] Ciampino, due ore di retardi per un peluche, La Repubblica online, 27/11/007

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