Why worry

It’s been a long time since I have written a blog update.

But I think I have got this all wrong. I care far too much about what other people think. I need to redefine this blog, speak from the sleeve and be honest. Care less about what other people think and more about what I believe.

As you have probably guessed I have had a few drinks (not many – only four – I am a lightweight), but I have changed my blogging philosophy. I will now write what I want when I want to – honesty from here on in.

And I need to start with a relevant current topic. So what has affected me during the past 7 days… Strikes.

I’m a conservative. I vote for David, Boris and Zach. I am a strong believer in hard work, strength in success and austerity (if necessary, which it currently is).

But despite being well set against any strikes, the recent police effort has affected me. I respect the police – I think they represent a more whole picture of responsibility and national presence. Yesterday 30,000 of them pronounced that they can’t be ignored, presumed or exploited.

If rampant, aggressive, almost deluded unions strike… I dismiss it – I believe they are wrong. This country (Europe, and the Wider World) is in trouble. We have spent and lived beyond our means.
The only real solution is to accept our position and spend what we have.

Too many strikes have demanded what we don’t have.

In the private sector we must accept that jobs, salaries, pensions and security depend on our performance – the public sector have to accept that too. If they aren’t succeeding, their jobs and security are at risk. Welcome to the real world.

But

The government cannot go too far. It’s about realising achievement; grading contribution accurately and rewarding/dismissing the right contributors.

I don’t have the answers – but the UK’s workforce cannot just fight for the sake of it. If we all realise (me included) who & how we deliver growth, this country can emerge from this mess as a great power.

So stop striking, start working, and start proving why this country can be great…again.

Played by Hooligans…

How many times have I heard that old adage:

Rugby – played by hooligans, watched by gentleman
Football – played by gentleman, watched by hooligans

The problem is, as an English sports fan, the saying no longer holds true.

The first line probably still applies. The general rugby fan is reasonably wholesome, more interested in a family day out and a few warming pints than goading opposition supporters and storming local pubs. And the English rugby team certainly proved at the recent Rugby World Cup that they can still be classed as hooligans. Mike Tindall and co. managed to not only make fools of themselves (tossing dwarves and snogging locals), but they also let down the wider English public and even managed to embarrass the Royal Family. Well done Mike!

The major problem with the saying focuses on the football team. Yes the hooligans still rule the terraces (despite the best efforts of the family stand and numerous ‘kick it out’ initiatives), but unfortunately the same idiots now also perform on the pitch.

Almost all the current crop of big-name England internationals have at least one major front page headline to be proud of. Our (former) captain John Terry has a long list of misdemeanours, culminating in his current race row. But he’s not alone, Wayne Rooney has had a few Grandma prostitutes, Gerrard a few nightclub brawls, Ashley Cole managed to cheat on Cheryl, and Giggsy (yes I know he is Welsh) cheated on his wife with his brother’s…not exactly gentleman are they?!

And it gets worse – the current crop of sporting stars now have a new outlet, a new hi- tech opportunity to embarrass themselves and their clubs… their social network, and in particular their twitter accounts.

And who is the leader of the sporting digital generation? Joey Barton, a man who must never be referred to as a gent. Well done Joey, we know you once read an abridged copy of the sayings of Nietzsche and yes, your uncle is gay, but this does not make you any less of a dreadful thug. Joey’s list of bad boy antics make JT look like Mother Teresa – he once slapped a 15year old Everton fan, and even put out a cigar in a youth players eye! How can he be the twitter icon for the new generation? He should be in prison!

It seems us English sport fans have only one hope – our cricket team. Please don’t let us down Alastair, Andrew and Stuart, we need to cling to your clean cut image as long as we can…you are now our only remaining sporting gentleman.

Epiphany

I’ve always loved the word epiphany.

As an old Theology graduate the word itself has always conjured up images of heavenly rays of light arrowing down and ‘opening the eyes’ of a heathen unbeliever. It is a beautiful sounding word, ancient, almost onomatopoeic, full of Greek charm.

Well I have just had an epiphany – I have just been struck – I must start blogging.

There have been 2 major catalysts for my epiphany:

  1. Yesterday my boss, whilst proof-reading an email, told me,  “you write just like you speak”- I took this as a big compliment, although I am sure this wasn’t his intention.
  2. Then, on the same day, I hit 200 followers on Twitter.

With my tweets I am limited to just 140 characters and with such limitations I struggle to make my point. Yet I can link to a blog from my twitter feed (once I have written something interesting) and be free of all constraints.

I have a 45 minute commute to work (twice a day), largely on the tube where intermittent internet access is extremely frustrating. Despite owning an iPad I am limited as to what I can do underground, and I desperately want to appear more intellectual than the mass of gamers and metro rustlers on my carriage.

Therefore I am going to write this blog. I am going to use my hour and a half to ‘generate some content’ worth reading. Once I have done this I am going to announce the blog to the world (well, my 205 followers), and hopefully become a blogging sensation.

Now I just need to think of something interesting to write (twice a day).