All entries for Sunday 17 April 2005
April 17, 2005
Listen to Radio 1 Newsbeat tomorrow evening
Writing about yet another reason why finals suck from Hub of Creativity...
Why? Because I'm gonna be on it! Yeah, well – I know someone who knows someone and long story short I'm going to London tomorrow to join a panel of voters for a grilling of Tory leader (and alleged vampire), Michael Howard.
Apparently they've already got someone asking him about tuition fees, which is a shame because I had an amazing question which was actually going to ruin the Conservative campaign. So I've got to think of something else to ask. That's where you, dear reader, come in. Suggest something for me to ask him and, being highly optimistic about this appeal, I'll pick the best one. I'm leaving first thing tomorrow, so have your comments posted by midnight at the latest, okay?
Course, they might just give me a lame pre-approved question to ask him. But listen in, either way!
Speaking of "why don't we win anything?"...
Writing about web page http://www.aboutmyvote.co.uk/
Apparently the making of said query with regard to an international sporting event is tantamount to having an interest in politics, if what the Electoral Commission says is anything to go by, in their "if you don't do politics, there's not much you do do" media campaign. (Hee hee: "do do".)

If you haven't seen the adverts on the telly, basically it follows these two cheeky chappies as they go about their daily conversations. The one on the left goes "I don't do politics" in his brummy brogue prompting the other one to proceed to point out that all the things Brummy comments on are in fact related to politics! The point the advert tries to make is that if you think politics is irrelevant to your life, think again, buster, and use your vote in the forthcoming elections.
The campaign is – as I see it – a bit flawed. Did I say a bit? I meant a lot. Let's take a look at what everyday issues are supposedly at stake in this year's election:
- Roadworks. They annoy young Brummy. So, what are the parties going to do about this? According to their manifestos, published last week: nothing, it seems.
- Winning stuff. Bru- actually, I don't like calling him Brummy – I'll call him Bob – must've been watching the wrong Olympics on the telly, cos we won loads last time. And all the government can do to help us win more is to increase funding for sport, which, unsurprisingly, is what all the parties are pledging to do.
- Bananas. Bob looks quizzically at a banana in the shop. The other guy – Tony, let's say – gives him a stern look which says "yes, the fate of bananas too are vulnerable to the whims of the government you elect", which is tosh. Most of us of course realise that the banana is a reference to EU food regulation, but again, none of the parties have a policy on this area.
- Change. Bob only gets £3.50 in change from the supermarket checkout. He can't believe it. It's not that he can't do his sums and mistakenly predicted that he'd get more back; politics is what it is, reckons Tony. I'm afraid, lads, it's just not as simple as that. The free market determines the prices you pay and none of the parties are intent on changing that. Except for the Lib Dems, it turns out. They want to reform the European Common Agricultural Policy and force retailers to pay farmers more for their produce. That means you're gonna get a lot less change under the Lib Dems. So, ordinary man on the street, whatever you do, don't give Chucky your vote.
- Time at the bar. Is called, and again, Bob is quite upset. Again, politics is to blame. So what have the two remaining contenders to say about all this? Labour has already introduced new licensing laws to assist your alcoholism, Bob, but the Tories don't say anything in their manifesto to stand in their way. Either way, it's up to your local whether they stay open for longer and you can't vote for the manager, except with your feet.
So basically, people like Bob who are convinced by the Electoral Commission that they are interested in politics and their vote is useful, will be cruelly disappointed when they discover that their concerns don't concern the parties on offer and therefore voting is a bit pointless really.
To conclude: on election day (May 5th), if all that bothers you about this country is roadworks, our sports teams, the shape of bananas, the amount of change you receive, pub opening hours and the amount of foreigners living in our country, just stay at home.
Newcastle 1 – Manchester Utd 4
Writing about web page http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/fa_cup/4427549.stm
FUCK.
What a shite week for the Toon. Knocked out of the UEFA cup in the quarter-finals by Sporting Lisbon and knocked out of the FA Cup semi-finals by Man U. That we got stuffed 4–1 in both games is by the bye – the point is, once again, we aren't gonna get any silverware for yet another year. Alan Shearer deciding to play on next season is nice to know, but it's not much of a consolation.
I am gutted, but in times like these I'm glad I'm not a full-time Newcastle supporter. Don't get me wrong – I'm no fairweather supporter, but I'm hardly your archetypal fan. (For one thing, I use words like 'archetypal'.) I'll get over this soon enough with my myriad other interests, but for an obsessive, the pain of two massive defeats in the space of four days must be pretty hard to bear.
Maybe not. I suppose the most avid fans are as used to this endless pattern of hope and disappointment as I am. Every season, Newcastle have a good shot at at least one of the titles only to cruelly lose in the final stages. If you're a fan of the England football team, you'll know the feeling. It's exactly the same, except, in the case of England, Wayne Rooney is one of the good guys. As the most amateur sport enthusiast, I often forget which team I'm watching half the time.
If you're not an England fan, then perhaps rejection will serve as an equally good analogy for the way I'm feeling at the moment. Seemingly, every time you meet a girl, you get on amazingly, you get tingly feelings up here and down there, then before it gets any better, it turns out she's taken or Just Wants To Be Friends. Of course, you learn to take it in your stride and move on to your next potential conquest (only to have your dreams, more often than not, shot down once again).
If you're neither an England fan nor a victim of rejection, then I hate you. Fuck off.
Daniel Wilson Craw
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