Friday, 26 August 2016

Dress Codes and Club Colours

It is not uncommon to see on flyers for biker-run events the legend “No Patches”. This is not to indicate no one with visibly repaired clothing should attend but it is a dress code. Here “Patches” refers to the formal insignia of particular motorcycle clubs [MCCs and MCs], also known as their “colours”, usually worn as a decorated patch or set of patches on an over-jacket or jerkin.
The purpose of banning such patches from events is to prevent friction that may exist between particular clubs becoming an issue at an event open to all. No one is expected to renounce their club membership, they are just required to recognise the event as being neutral and to leave any grievances or rivalries outside.
The simplest way to avoid trouble arising from anyone taking offence at or disrespecting anyone else’s patch, even by accident, and things kicking off and ruining the event for everybody is to insist that no such patches should be worn on the site at all. Anyone arriving with their patch on display or displaying it at the event would be asked to remove and stow it out of sight or to leave site.
In UK law this kind of thing comes under the umbrella heading of the prevention of a Breach of the Peace. If necessary, police can arrest anyone refusing to agree to remove or cover any slogan or insignia deemed likely to provoke an incident, whether in private or public.
For example, in the aftermath of an attack by one club upon another’s clubhouse while there was a party going on, particularly if it resulted in loss of life, the police would quite rightly want to prevent anyone badged as a supporter of the attacking club from being in the vicinity of that clubhouse and provoking any further incident.
Last month France held public parties countrywide to celebrate Bastille Day. One of the larger parties was held in Nice and it was attacked by a man in a lorry. 86 people died from the attack, ten of whom were children or teenagers, and hundreds more were injured. The attack was carried out in the name of a worship club.
So why was anyone surprised or upset that a mayor in the region ruled that in the interests of public order no one should wear the uniform of that worship club on the beach for which he is responsible?
If someone wants to be covered-up in the sun or in the sea it is not a problem, they should just do it in a such a way that they are not an immediate reminder of the attack. There are myriad combinations of trouser, shirt and hat that can be worn and I don’t think it is unreasonable that a dress code insisting no one wears one that might cause offence or upset be enforced.
A court has just decided the dress code imposed by this mayor should be removed because there is no evidence of tangible public order issues having arisen. There is, however, no way of measuring offence or upset caused.
I still think it is wrong to treat worship clubs and their uniforms any differently from any other clubs and their insignia.

Sunday, 31 July 2016

The Labour Party is falling victim to its core supporters’ failure to adapt to its own success

The history of the Labour Party movement is complex and lengthy so, other than for the satisfaction of an academic interest, it is far less wasteful of time not to study in detail this gradual evolution but instead to look only at before-and-after snapshots of the social environment in which it has taken place. It is by comparing just these two views that one can most clearly see the enormity of the cumulative effect of the myriad incremental changes that have happened since the beginning of the 20th century.

Whether by drafting independent legislation or by incorporating EU legislation into local law, successive UK governments of all shades have transformed the national workplace such that today it would be barely recognisable to anyone employed when the Labour Party won its first seat in Parliament, especially that it has become a reasonable expectation for any and every worker to remain healthy and uninjured by their work throughout the duration of their career.

Other surprises might be that rest periods are compulsory, working hours are limited, holidays, sick and maternity pay are rights of permanent employment, whether full- or part-time, equality is enshrined in law and the average Trade Union Member is in the middle income bracket.

Even when the existence of the NHS and a pretty comprehensive benefits system are added to the list of social improvements, it is still not that the status quo should be considered “job done” and that Labour should just pack up and head to the pub, but the point definitely has passed beyond which new tools are required if they are to carry on without causing damage to the work already completed.

This is not to suggest they should replace like-for-like all their steam-age structural remodelling equipment with electric versions of the same, rather that they need different tools, those with a lighter touch and which are more controllable, if they want to achieve the quality of finish that is expected in the 21st century, modern tools that didn’t exist when Labour was born because there was not yet the need for them.

Gone is the simplistic distinction between the Conservatives defending the interests of the landed, the Liberals doing the same for those in business and Labour trying to stop everyone else getting shafted along the way. Although, even as far back as 1903, Labour, the party of the employed, was doing deals with the Liberals, the party of the employers, to prevent the Conservatives from winning a general election, so things were never really as straightforward as they were made out to be anyway.

Outside of socialist doctrine, in today’s Britain there is no working class struggle because there is no working class. There are those who earn more than others and there are those who earn less or nothing, but the tradespeople the Unions were created to improve the lot of are pretty much fine now and there is no widespread circumstance placing a blanket restriction on self-betterment for anyone.

It is easier today than it has ever been for anyone to study anything they wish to. Attending a better school doesn’t actually get a child access to any more knowledge than they can get on the device they use to moan on social media about how little hope they have of ever achieving anything and to swap pictures of genitals. No adult is disenfranchised for good simply because they didn’t learn something before they left the education system, unless that is what they have grown up to believe.

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Without a genuine oppressed working class there is not only no need of traditional socialism but there is an obvious benefit that would arise were socialists to stop insisting that there is one, because the only folk who cannot take advantage of today’s truly unprecedented equality of opportunity irrespective of birth circumstance are those who refuse to acknowledge it.

It follows that the most urgent and simplest solution to a lack of social mobility is to stop anyone being taught –
 A) that there is a working class,
 B) that they are part of it,
 C) that it’s grim and
 D) that there is no way out,
 a doctrine uncannily similar to that used by worship clubs to spuriously justify their own parasitic existence and to keep the peasantry in check.

Socialism may have been, in its day, an appropriately simplistic reaction to the then current circumstance but in today’s Britain it has become a pretty straightforward hindrance to those it proclaims its key intention is to assist, spreading self-doubt by preaching the pointlessness of ambition.

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Human nature has it that all people want to be as comfortable as possible and that most people share the expectation that greater effort should bring greater reward but those who cannot provide for themselves should be supported collectively by those who can. Whether it has been the best hunters running extra quickly to take the best quarry for the village pot or a parent putting in some overtime to enable their own family to enjoy a more exotic summer holiday destination while the taxes they pay support the basic needs of others, the underlying trend can be seen to be the same, as can the inevitability of a small minority thinking it’s fine to invade a village and steal soup or to break in to and nick a telly from the home of a family while they are away.

The majority of people everywhere are naturally moderate in their political view but ultimately, if push comes to shove, they are more concerned with the wellbeing of themselves and those close to them than with anyone else, which puts them fractionally to the right of yet still within the political centre.

If Labour wants to play a more major role in government in the future it needs to recognise that the average working person in Britain today has more than they ever had before, enough that traditional socialism has become to the majority a threat to their personal advancement and not a promise of it.

Workers now do have rights, a benefits system now does exist and the NHS now is there to keep everyone in reasonable health, even under a Conservative government. So it is hardly outrageous to suggest that a nineteenth century philosophical blunt instrument devised when these things were beyond imagine is inappropriate for the political twenty-first century, just as a heavy hammer that serves well to knock a hole in a wall is useless for making good the finish around its edges.

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In 2016, the Labour Party is behaving like a worship club does when its appeal diminishes in a changing society and it becomes faced with a choice between discarding what were previously inalterable tenets promoted as edicts from its god and running out of congregation in the modern and more educated world, the officers who run the club insisting the club’s focus should be returned to the original fire and brimstone performances to boost their audiences while failing to appreciate that today’s public just want to have a bit of a sing-song and to enjoy that they no longer need to worry about burning in hell.

Saturday, 30 January 2016

The Adventure Begins

I have been home for a week. It has been a slow start to my Adventure but I have no need to rush, not anymore. At last, I have been able to concentrate on eating properly, on sleeping for as long as my body wants to and on keeping warm.

By so doing, I have all but conquered the unpleasantly productive bronchitis that was the most notable feature of my final three weeks in Seaside City, during which I was sustained largely by Lemsip.

Today, in my absence, I am being formally checked out of my Hillside Retreat, having handed my keys back to the lettings agent at about this time a week ago yesterday, the first of three stops on my journey to catch my ferry.

I shall come back to the stops in the not too distant future and will, for now, just mention the book I bought on the ferry that night and that I have this afternoon finished the reading of.

The selection of paperbacks on board was unsurprisingly limited but I was interested to discover a volume by Peter James, a Seaside City scribe in the crime fiction genre of whom I had heard.

I invested a penny shy of seven English pounds in the 499 pages of his 2015 publication entitled "You Are Dead" and retired to my cabin, where I promptly fell asleep. It wasn't until I was home that I read the first page.

Averaging seventy pages a day since, ploughing through this book has been a struggle but I was determined to finish reading it as soon as possible, just to get it over and done with.

I don't rate very highly the quality of writing and the storyline was surprisingly thin, too, taking well over two hundred pages to develop further than had been revealed by the brief notes on the back cover.

I was unconvinced by a number of characters, the principal villain especially, and was repeatedly distracted by product placements and the wildly differing levels of detail afforded throughout, no reason for which became apparent even with the benefit of hindsight.

Far too much effort is put into the factual description of police procedures and hierarchy and far too little into colouring in or adding depth to anything else. Most disappointingly, I found nothing gave a sense of the city in which the story is set.

How there come to be ten earlier titles pictured on the inside cover of this one, "sixteen million copies sold" advised above the author's name on the front and glowing reviews from reputable sources quoted on the first two pages baffles me. I thought it was very poor.

In Po's world, however, no time is wasted. My week of convalescence in the company of a trademarked detective has reassured me there may yet be potential in creatively combining the weft of my own wordsmithery with the warp of my own imagination to weave a twisted tale or two.

Sunday, 20 December 2015

Pastor Po's Track List - Show 11

Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful - Paloma Faith
Sick Things - Alice Cooper
Glory Days – Bruce Springsteen
Treat The Youths Right – Jimmy Cliff
Shape of Things – Nazareth
Behind Blue Eyes – The Who
Framed – Sensational Alex Harvey band
Johnny B Goode – Peter Tosh
Sweet Jane – Lou Reed
Paranoid Pothead – Cheech and Chong
Lay A Little Light On Me – Strawbs
When The World Was Round – Ian Hunter
Maxi Taxi – Sly and Robbie

One Bourbon, One Scotch And One Beer – George Thorogood And The Destroyers

Pastor Po's Rock Show 11