Expert advises South-East sellers to “be realistic” in current housing market

By Ian Cater

A leading money expert has advised people trying to sell property in London and the South-East to “be realistic”.

Simon Lambert, Editor of This Is Money, said in this exclusive interview: “You can’t expect to get the same amount for your property that you were going to get maybe a year ago, so price realistically.”

His comments follow new figures showing a significant drop in the capital’s house prices since this time last year.  Data from the Office for National Statistics (ONS) showed prices in London averaged 4.4 per cent lower in May than at the same stage in 2018.

This is the biggest fall since August 2009 when the banking crisis fallout was found to have taken 7 per cent off London property prices.

Most experts link this latest drop – and the state of the depressed South-East market where prices have risen only marginally – to uncertainty over Brexit and often eye-wateringly high prices in the capital.  The ONS puts the average London property value at £457,000.

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This lucky seller has snared a buyer but others are finding things tougher.

Lambert explained that the inflated market continued to make it difficult for people to get onto the property ladder.  He said many were still struggling “to raise the tens of thousands – maybe even hundreds of thousands – of pounds they need for a deposit, whether that’s to buy their first home or move up the ladder.”

Although he said it is difficult to predict when the situation might change, Lambert offered some signs of hope.  “Banks are very keen to lend at the moment, so mortgage rates are low.  And also there’s talk of a stamp duty cut if Boris Johnson becomes Prime Minister, which might chivvy things along a bit.”

As well as pricing realistically, Lambert advised sellers to spruce up their homes to impress potential buyers.  And he reminded people that if they can find a buyer, they would be in a good situation themselves when looking to purchase another property.

“It might be tough to sell at the moment,” he said, “but it’s a better time to buy.  Better to buy when other people don’t want to than when they’re queuing round the block.”

To see our full interview with Simon Lambert, click here.

District Council accused of complacency as Harpenden dog poo problems mount up

By Ian Cater

St Albans and District Council stands accused of complacency after failing to follow the lead of other authorities in issuing fines for dog fouling.  A spokesperson said the Council had not taken up this power because it does not see dogs’ mess as a “significant or growing problem”.

This is despite plenty of evidence to the contrary, as our accompanying video shows.  Indeed, barely a month goes by without a member of popular Facebook group Harpenden Parents Network complaining of dog faeces or – increasingly – discarded poo bags in and around the town.

Veterinary charity PDSA estimates that dog ownership has risen nationally by nearly 10 per cent over the past 8 years.  According to Keep Britain Tidy, these 8.9 million dogs produce around 1,000 tonnes of excrement every day.

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An unknown Harpenden local makes clear their position on dog poo.

Five years ago, the Government introduced increased powers for councils to issue on-the-spot fines to protect public spaces.

Many, including nearby East Herts District Council, took up these powers, fining owners up to £80 for failing to clean up their dogs’ mess.  Some have gone further.  In parts of Lincolnshire and Kent, dog walkers can even be fined for failing to have a sufficient number of bags with them.

St Albans and District Council has preferred the carrot to the stick, installing more bins and relying on dog owners to act responsibly.

Its website advises people to report anyone they see “allowing their dog to persistently foul on pavements”.  However, a spokesperson admitted the Council had received no complaints in recent memory, perhaps suggesting people do not know how to complain or have little faith their complaints will be acted upon.  It is understood the Council has no plans to change its approach.

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Residents regularly vent their frustrations about dogs’ mess on Harpenden Parents Network.

Harpenden resident Philip Wigg, 41, said this “smacks of complacency”.

The father of three said: “Dog poo on our streets is a growing issue and a problem for hygiene and public health.  I cannot understand why the Council doesn’t exercise the powers it has at its disposal to fine dog owners who persistently refuse to clear up after their dogs.”

Enforcing a fining regime could be costly, but would also act as a revenue raiser.  For example, three councils in North Wales recently raised a combined £2.1 million over three years in dog fouling and litter fines alone.

There may also be difficulties in identifying culprits, but these are not insurmountable.  DNA testing has had some success in the US and Europe, and was trialled recently in Barking and Dagenham.  Although it relies on dog owners’ consent, it could serve to deter lazy owners from risking being apprehended.

One thing is for sure: until the Council takes firmer action, Harpenden residents will see dogs’ mess, poo bags and frustrated complaints continue to mount up.

If you see anyone persistently allowing their dog to foul on pavements, you can report this to St Albans and District Council’s Environmental Compliance Team on 01727 819406 or environmental@stalbans.gov.uk.

What’s all the fuss about?

Other than the inconvenience of scraping it off your shoe, is dogs’ mess really a problem?

Well, yes.  Canine faeces can carry worms and bacteria, which may transmit to other animals.  And, although rare, humans can contract toxocariasis from it – a nasty infection that can lead to dizziness, asthma and even blindness.

Nutrients in canine faeces can also disrupt ecological balance.  Earlier this month, East Northamptonshire Council rejected a planning application for housing partly due to fears over the effect increased dogs’ mess would have on a nearby nature reserve.

 

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In an era of division and suspicion, there’ve been few more heartbreaking sights than those thrown up by the refugee crisis some say is blighting Europe.  In reality, of course, it isn’t Europe being blighted: it’s the victims – the migrants themselves – fleeing their homes in Syria and beyond to escape unimaginable horror.

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But, amidst the tragedy – to which there appears no real end in sight – we’ve witnessed genuinely heartwarming scenes.  The open arms extended by everyday Germans.  The kind treatment offered by Croatian border police.  The willingness of Ireland, Switzerland, Norway and Iceland voluntarily to opt into the EU’s migrant reallocation agreement.

As winter approaches, hearts begin to cool as some of this early compassion and acceptance wears thin.  Elsewhere, most notably in Hungary, there’s open and widespread hostility.

Europe’s polarised by the crisis, with one notable exception: the UK, which remains seemingly unaffected.

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Over a month ago, David Cameron pledged to take 20,000 refugees from camps along the Syrian border over the next five years under the so-called ‘Vulnerable Persons Resettlement scheme’.  But on Tuesday, Refugees Minister Richard Harrington admitted that the numbers being allowed into the UK had not increased since the pledge.  Over the same period, Germany has allowed around 300,000 refugees to cross its borders.

It’s fair to say that nobody was wowed by the deeply conservative resettlement scheme.  Paddy Ashdown described it as “derisory”.  Yvette Cooper called it “far too weak” and said it risked “children freezing to death on our doorstep”.

Even Benedict Cumberbatch waded in to complain that the government “is not doing enough”.

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The criticism doesn’t just concern the numbers, but also the process. As more than 300 lawyers and academics voiced this week, the resettlement scheme is “too low, too slow and too narrow”.

Cameron’s approach to the crisis appears to be twofold.

Yes, we’ll take some, but not those who’ve been desperate enough to flee their country.

The rationale given is that admitting those already in Europe would encourage others to flood into the continent and undermine the UK’s borders.

Cameron takes the position that those who’ve already made their way into Europe are … well, Europe’s problem.  And, of course, there’s something in this.  Even Angela Merkel tacitly admitted last Thursday that Germany’s response to the crisis couldn’t have been much different owing to its 3,000 km border: “We would have to build a fence.  There is no such thing as a stop to the intake.”

But there’s a fundamental flaw in the UK’s approach, as it serves to – at worst – penalise or – at best – overlook the people who’ve fled their lands.

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Most have done so with heavy hearts.  Most have risked their lives undertaking a perilous journey.  Most deserve as much help as those who’ve stayed behind.  Can we morally stand by and say ‘no’ to them?

Well, that’s what we’ve done so far, refusing to partake in the EU’s reallocation agreement.  And there’ll be many who agree with this stance, thinking it’s all very sad but we’ve got enough problems of our own to deal with.

But even those who want to see only a small intake of the most vulnerable migrants must accept there’s a huge flaw in the UK’s approach to this crisis: the question of timing.

Yes, we’ll take some, but not now, don’t ask us when.

Despite Mr Harrington’s bullshit bingo response that the UK’s refugee scheme is “gathering traction”, that’s not reflected in the figures.  So when will we see more people arriving?

When pressed for further details, Cameron resorts to his best impression of a disreputable builder, citing variables and hypotheticals beyond his control:

Well, it sorta depends.  First, someone’s gotta decide who can come over ‘ere.  Who?  Oh, um the UN High Commissioner for Refugees.  Then we’ve gotta somehow find the readies to give to the councils.  And, you know what they’re like!  It’ll take them ages to process the applications, ‘specially if there’s more leftie strikes.  So, no promises but … sometime soonish?

In response to this umming and ahhing, Maurice Wren, chief executive of the Refugee Council, points out the bleeding obvious: “The programme needs to be frontloaded as the crisis is now and the expansion must happen as a matter of urgency as people are living in desperate situations in the region and cannot wait until 2020 to reach safety.”

In fact, many can’t wait until 2016.

Last winter, a significant number of lives were lost to the cold conditions besetting makeshift camps along Syria’s borders.  Currently, over 500,000 Syrian refugees in Lebanon live in insecure shelters.  In Jordan, around half the refugee households visited by UN researchers earlier this year lacked any form of heating.

Put simply, vague promises of asylum in five years’ time aren’t going to keep vulnerable people alive in freezing temperatures.

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And they certainly aren’t going to dissuade them from risking their lives to traipse or board a rickety raft to Europe, which – lest we forget – forms a major part of Cameron’s policy.

This hard reality has been confirmed by Florence Kim, spokeswoman for the International Organization for Migration: “Winter is going to hit camps in Lebanon or Turkey where the living conditions are already hard.  This is going to push people to leave.”

No one’s pretending there’s an easy solution.  There isn’t.  As many Germans now seem frustrated by their country’s approach as are supportive of it.  But at least it put forward a reasoned response, recognising the potential benefits to its economy of a migrant influx.

In contrast, the UK’s position is illogical and doomed to fail, except in the most narrow-minded NIMBY sense.

Even putting feeling and logic to one side and looking at this through the cold lens of hard-nosed politics, it seems a strange approach.  Because Cameron’s missing a trick.

As already mentioned, Angela Merkel knows she has little option but to accept vast numbers of refugees.  However, she’s spinning it perfectly, taking the moral high ground and calling it her “damned duty” to help the refugees.  So successful has she been that, despite criticism at home, she’s among the favourites to win this year’s Nobel Peace Prize.

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But international matters don’t really seem to interest our Prime Minister.  And, several years ago, you could understand why.  The country was in a financial mess, the coalition felt compelled to take difficult steps to get it onto a more stable economic footing and Scottish devolution seemed a real possibility.

Now, with fewer than five years until he vacates office and with a healthier parliamentary majority than anyone expected, isn’t it time for Cameron to do something significant on a global stage?

‘Legacy’ is a dangerously loaded term, especially after a desire to be remembered seemed to transform Tony Blair from populist leader to hated war criminal.  But there’s a significant danger that Cameron will be left without a legacy – that, when he’s gone, those remaining will take credit for his successes: Osborne for the economy, Duncan Smith for welfare reform, Johnson for whatever ‘feel good factor’ exists in 2020.

Maybe Cameron doesn’t care.  Maybe it’s enough to do a relatively solid job domestically and walk away satisfied.  Maybe that’s where the UK now is in the world.

But it does a disservice to those of us who want our country to be about more than that.  And a disservice to all those we could help, but choose not to.

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It Was A Good Day

Yesterday was a good day for Ed Miliband.

He got up and made it downstairs without any comments on his bleary eyes.  He ate a hearty breakfast, delightfully free from any pork products – to paraphrase Ice Cube, he got his grub on but didn’t pig out.  After breakfast, he hopped into his soft-top ride and travelled, without incident or ‘jackers’, to the House of Commons where television cameras rolled right past him without so much as stopping to compare him to Mr Bean.

Then, after ten days spent so much on the defensive that Harriet Harman was summoned to ‘park the bus‘, Ed got his game face on and went on the attack.  And he didn’t even have to use his AK.

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At PMQs, Ed and several pre-prepped minions bombarded the PM with questions about how much he knew of the alleged criminal activities of HSBC’s Swiss banking division before ennobling its former Chairman, Stephen Green, in November 2010 and appointing him as Minister of State for Trade and Investment early the following year.

Judging by the swagger with which Miliband has strutted his stuff since, the attack succeeded.  The reason is because Miliband has finally understood that – despite some of his previous claims – appearances matter in politics.

Once you dig into the detail, it’s hard to see the Government has done anything wrong.  Despite this, today’s papers are filled with woolly accusations and bang-on-the-money reports that Cameron looked ill-prepared and evasive during the assault.  And, when all this dies down, that’s the image Miliband will try to project onto the public’s consciousness.

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There are, in essence, three accusations against Cameron:

1.  That he showed poor judgment in appointing Lord Green when he knew (or ought to have known) that HSBC was suspected of illegal activity during his appointee’s watch.

2.  That the Conservatives benefitted from such activity by receiving over £5m from HSBC clients who held Swiss accounts during the relevant period of 2005-2007.

3.  That the Government gave HSBC and its clients an ‘easy ride’ in the subsequent investigation, either as some sort of unspoken quid pro quo or through ineptitude.

Based on the facts presently available, none of these accusations stands up to any serious scrutiny.

Starting with the first, HMRC received the so-called ‘Swiss disc’ – containing data on around 6,000 individuals who may have evaded UK taxes – from French tax authorities around May 2010, several months before Lord Green’s appointment.  However, until the story broke last weekend, its contents were kept secret from ministers, agencies and regulators due to various confidentiality undertakings HMRC had given to the French.

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Some will say “the Government must’ve known something was going on, even if it didn’t know the precise details“.  And that’s true.  In September 2011, David Hartnett (then head of HMRC) told a Treasury select committee that: “I think the whole nation probably knows that our department has a disc from the Swiss – from the Geneva branch of a major UK bank – with 6,000 names, all ripe for investigation.

But it’s conceivable the Government didn’t know “something” was going before Lord Green took up his new role.  More importantly, as Number 10 has been at pains to point out, it’s one thing for HMRC to investigate wealthy individuals for tax evasion; quite another for regulators to suspect a large and well-respected bank of being complicit.  Cameron maintains that the correct procedures were followed and, as things stand, there’s no obvious reason to doubt this.

Moving to the second accusation, no evidence has been disclosed linking Tory donors to any illegal conduct.  For the moment, Miliband puts his glass house at risk by hurling stones across the Commons, as Labour also received sums from HSBC clients holding Swiss accounts during the relevant period: some £500,000 in cash and gifts in kind, as well as a £2m loan.

Miliband has waved this away on the basis that the sums were handed to his party before he became leader.  But cynics would argue that Labour’s record of receiving no further sums from such sources is nothing to shout about, owing more to his deep unpopularity than any higher standards of due diligence or ethics.

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As to the third and final accusation, it’s unclear how the Government could possibly have affected the pace or outcome of HMRC’s investigations.  For all its faults, HMRC is an independent body whose main functions include the recovery of unpaid taxes in accordance with legislation and its internal rulebook.

Yesterday, Lin Homer (HMRC chief executive) pointed out to a public accounts committee that HMRC had recovered around £135m from approximately 1,100 of those named on the Swiss disc.  She also reiterated that HMRC was unable to pass on information to other regulatory bodies, such as the Financial Conduct Authority, who may have been able to take tougher action sooner.

So, where does this all leave us?  

Well, the significant policy issue to emerge from this mess is that the country needs a more effective ‘joined up’ approach to recovering unpaid taxes and bringing those responsible to book.  Cameron yesterday reminded the Commons that he’d taken significant steps down this road, but Miliband wants to go further.  And the man on the street is likely to be behind him.

But few are thinking about policy today because the stench of scandal is much more alluring.

In the weeks to come, much of the mud thrown at Cameron will wash off.  But Labour will continue to point out the bits that stick and, in the process, appear to have stumbled upon an election strategy.  Whatever Douglas Alexander’s shortcomings to date, even he’s capable of pointing his laser pen at a projector screen reading: “TOO DODGY AND TOO CHUMMY WITH BUSINESS”.

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Because Labour will shout long and loud that Cameron’s judgment is questionable.  Some are already calling Lord Green’s appointment “Andy Coulson mark II“, referring to the most damaging episode of Cameron’s reign: his decision to appoint the former News of the World editor as communications director despite reports of phone hacking at the newspaper.  The move seemed inadvisable at the time; it became disastrous when Coulson was forced to resign in January 2011 and was later found guilty of conspiracy to intercept voicemails.

Labour’s task will be to remind voters of George W. Bush’s painful butchering of an old saying in Tennessee: “Fool me once, shame on … shame on you.  Fool me — you can’t get fooled again.

The second claim we’ll hear more of is that the Tories are too close to business.  Labour’s skating on thin ice with this one, given the alleged misconduct took place when Labour was in power.  Equally, the Lib Dems will struggle to reach the moral high ground given that in 2010 Vince Cable heralded Lord Green as “One of the few to emerge with credit from the recent financial crisis, and somebody who has set out a powerful philosophy for ethical business.”

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But Labour will risk the ice because they’ve got nowhere else to go on business, after the previous ten days spent burning most of their bridges with British commerce.  The latest act of arson on civil engineering took place on Tuesday, when Cameron and Clegg gave speeches at the British Chambers of Commerce annual conference.

Rather than sending out its leader to reassure the attendees that Labour meant them no harm, Ed Balls and Chucka Umunna turned up instead.  Worse still, they had no explanation for Miliband’s absence: the best Ed Balls could muster was a contemptuous “I have absolutely no idea“.   

Back on Tuesday, this also seemed a fair summary of Labour’s election strategy.  But, by hook or by crook, the HSBC story has given Labour’s chances of success a timely shot in the arm.

And we now know where Ed Miliband was.  He was preparing for a good day.

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Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar Bill

As well as singing about “Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar Bill … Somebody“, Johnny Cash once said that “success is having to worry about every damn thing in the world, except money“.  By that token, Douglas Alexander is doing very well indeed: his worries are mounting by the day and it seems for all the world that neither he, nor his party, gives a tuppence toss about the economy.

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Let’s start with those worries.  It looked like Wee Dougie had enough on his plate with producing a strategy for getting this Labour lot into power and polishing the assorted turds required to implement his plan.  But now that plate his been topped with thick, brown, smelly gravy.

According to polling research carried out and gleefully released this week by Lord Ashcroft, Labour will join confectionary in getting battered north of the border with senior figures like Dougie losing their seats.  Ashcroft’s research, which despite its origin is broadly accepted to be accurate, suggests that Dougie will lose his Paisley and Renfrewshire South constituency with a swing to the SNP of 25 per cent.

His seat’s not looked this endangered since the Park Mains High School Great Wedgie Week of 1983.

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All of this begs two questions.  First, why did Labour choose an election strategist who’s in serious danger of losing his own seat?  It’s a bit like a 40-year-old virgin taking lessons in pulling women from … well, Douglas Alexander.

The second question is: what’s Dougie going to do about it?  Will he be given compassionate leave to head north and persuade his constituents that he’s not the drabbest thing in Paisley since my grandmother’s curtains.

This seems unlikely as, for now, he’s busier than a cucumber in a women’s prison as he tries to put out the fires his shadow cabinet colleagues are lighting like a posse of pyromaniacs.

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Earlier in the week, Dougie had to sit Ed Miliband down and explain to him why normal people don’t think “working for a government department” or “lecturing on government” count as experience “outside of politics“.  Having sorted out Number One, he then had to turn his attention to Number Two – or Ed Balls as he’s sometimes known – who dropped one of his namesakes on Tuesday night.

For those who missed it, here’s what led to the latest car crash.

1.  On Sunday, Boots’ acting chief executive, Stefano Pessina, claims that a Labour government would be a catastrophe.

2.  Miliband takes this to heart and responds by shouting: “LA LA LA CAN’T HEAR YOU.  WAIT … YOU’RE FOREIGN.  SO YOU PROBABLY DON’T PAY YOUR TAXES!  THIEF!  THIEF!  YOU MUST PAY TAXES OR YOUR VIEWS DON’T COUNT AND THE PAPERS CAN’T PRINT THEM SO THERE!  LA LA LA“.

3.  Assorted business leaders pile in to support Mr Pessina and criticise Labour’s apparent anti-business agenda.

4.  Labour sends Ed Balls onto Newsnight to limit the damage.  Yes, that’s right.  The man who David Cameron named as “the most annoying person in modern politics“.  The man who Russell Brand called a “clicky-wristed, snidey c*nt“.  The man who a fantastic Daily Mash article referred to as a “bumptious little tw*t“.  The man who remains the only person in Britain that could become Chancellor and make the current incumbent look like a national treasure.  The man who could cause wall paint in an empty room to liquify, reform on his skin and suffocate him.  That man.

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Sure enough, things didn’t go too well as Mr Balls got lost trying to locate some charm to turn on with Emily Maitlis, fresh from making ‘Dapper Laughs’ squirm like the little toad that he is.

Ms Maitlis asked Mr Balls why so few prominent business figures back Labour compared to 2005.  Balls replied that there were actually loads.  He’d just had dinner with some of them.

Maitlis saw her chance and pounced with a steely gaze and persistence not seen since Tommy DeVito gave Henry Hill the runaround in Goodfellas.

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Who?

Huh?

Who?  Name them.

Well, em.  B-Bill.

Bill f*cking who?” she pressed Balls, summoning her inner Joe Pesci and waiting for the punchline to a bad knock knock joke.

It’s gone from my head, which is a bit annoying at this time of night,” Balls grinned nervously, tossing a line he’d fed to Yvette Cooper a couple of times.  But Maitlis ain’t the sort of girl to forgive early arrival.

Ok.  So you’ve got Bill somebody.  Bill?  Is that the best you can do?  Bill?  F*cking Bill?

I’m paraphrasing slightly, but you get the gist.  It later emerged that Balls was thinking of Bill Thomas, the former Executive Vice-President of EDS EMEA.  Embarassingly, he’s also been Chair of Labour’s Small Business Taskforce since 2012.

Having overseen $12billion in annual revenue at EDS, Bill is certainly wadded but judge for yourselves whether he’s wrinkled and crinkled.

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When this week’s shenanigans are stacked alongside Miliband’s recent rhetoric about corporate “predators” and his party’s plans to create a ‘mansion tax’ and reintroduce the 50p top rate of income tax, it’s easy to see why many consider Labour in its current guise to be anti-business.

However, respected commentators, such as Philip Collins of The Times, deny this is actually the case.  They also make a decent argument that Labour has a better answer than the Tories to economic recovery: a “supply-side revolution” involving higher spending on infrastructure, a greater emphasis on science and more focus on training Britain’s workforce.

Even if this is true, Miliband’s making a ham-fisted effort at informing the voters.  His mediocre message this week led one former Labour minister, Geoffrey Robinson, to urge him to win back business quickly as he’s allowed the wrong “mood music” to play.

If Robinson’s right, and it’s the mood music preventing Labour from getting into the voter’s pants, this shouldn’t be a surprise.  It’s what happens when you take lessons in pulling from Douglas Alexander.

Walk A Mile In My Shoes

On 2 September 1997, a professional footballer named Clarke Carlise made his debut for Blackpool in a 4-3 win over Wrexham.  Over the next 16 years, he went on to make 470 appearances for nine different clubs and earned three caps for the England Under 21s.

Impressing many with his intellect and eloquence, Clarke became an ambassador for football’s anti-racism Kick It Out campaign and Chairman of the Professional Footballers’ Association, alongside the inevitable media work that came his way.  Clarke retired from football in May 2013 with, one presumes, money in the bank and (in contrast with many retired sportsmen) a promising future ahead of him.

On the morning of 22 December 2014, Clarke Carlisle was hit by a lorry on the A64.

His condition was critical but he pulled through, finally returning home last week.  In an interview in today’s The Sun, Clarke revealed that the collision was no accident: he jumped in front of the lorry.  Clarke’s lucky to be alive and it’s to be hoped that, in time if not now, he agrees.

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Clarke explains that his suicide attempt “wasn’t escaping or running away” but represented, in his mind, “the perfect answer“.  Despite this, there will be some who accuse Clarke Carlisle of being a coward: that taking one’s life (or attempting to) is the ultimate act of surrender.

Those people are idiots, who’d do well to shut up and pay heed to the words of Elvis Presley: “Don’t criticise that man unless you have walked in his shoes“.

I can’t pretend to have walked in Clarke’s shoes but, over the past year, I’ve worn a similar make.  I’ve suffered from clinical depression and anxiety.  And I continue to.

At times, I felt incapable of partaking in everyday life and racked with guilt at the knowledge I’d become a burden to my loved ones.  I was also terrified that my condition was worsening and, as I fell, I couldn’t see the bottom.  When these sorts of feelings are allowed to fester, it’s no wonder that some see not continuing to live as a solution.

I haven’t defeated the Black Dog but, for now, I’m winning.  I never threw myself in front of a lorry but that isn’t because I was stronger or braver than Clarke Carlisle: it’s because I was lucky.  The Dog bit me hard, but decided not to go for the jugular.

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In many ways, I was nowhere near as brave as Clarke, who’s been open about his mental health problems for some time.  In 2013, he presented an insightful BBC documentary entitled Football’s Suicide Secret which delved into an issue that few in the macho world of professional sport want to discuss.  That year, he also published an autobiography which revealed he’d seriously contemplated suicide.

His announcement today should also be regarded as an act of courage because, for every Clarke Carlisle, there’s many more men and women who are scared to admit their perceived weaknesses.  A stigma’s still attached to mental health problems even if, from my own experience, people are becoming more understanding and compassionate than I expected.  But there are still dinosaurs about and I’m sure a fair number will make their voices heard on social media today.

These dinosaurs are only part of the problem though.  The other is the segment of our brains (conditioned by the world in which we’ve been raised) that considers mental illness to be a source of shame.

Thanks to this inner critic, I’ve found it very hard to bring up my depression even with those close to me, although I’m always relieved to talk about it when prompted to do so.  Even with strangers, I’ve found myself concealing it like some dirty little secret: avoiding smalltalk, making up disingenuous reasons why I’m off work, hiding the front cover of a book about depression on train journeys.

The self-judgment we project onto others makes the big wide world seem a frightening and lonely place.  As the dinosaurs die out, it’s hoped that the next generation will be spared this inner critic.

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To this end, The Telegraph should hang its head in shame by choosing to headline today’s coverage of Clarke’s announcement with: “Clarke Carlisle confession: I stepped out in front of lorry because I wanted to die“.  “Confession” is commonly defined as a formal statement “admitting that one is guilty of a crime“.  Clearly, in this context, it’s an appalling choice of words which only reinforces the internal and external stigma the press should play its part in helping reduce.

An apology is needed, not just to Clarke, but to all sufferers of mental illness.

There will be some who say that Clarke is undeserving of an apology or sympathy: “How could someone so fit and strong, with all that money, fame and three beautiful children be so selfish?”  Those people are also idiots.

Because that list of reasons for living doesn’t constitute a charge sheet against someone who tries to kill him or herself; it indicates the severity of the illness they’re suffering from.  Try to imagine the mental imbalance required for someone to decide that, despite all those wonderful things in their life, it’s better for them not to carry on living.

If you can find some sympathy in your heart for an ageing bachelor who kills himself quietly in despair at life’s loneliness, it’s illogical not to locate at least as much for the tormented souls of people with “everything to live for” like Clarke Carlise, Gary Speed and Robin Williams to name but a few.

There’s a well-known proverb that conscience is “the dog that can’t bite, but never stops barking“.  Next time you feel inclined to pass judgment on people like Clarke Carlisle, listen to that dog.  And just pray to God it never gets a taste for blood.

Caught Out There

Several days after publishing the post entitled Breakfast At Tiffany’s, CCTV footage has come to light showing staff at the Bowood Lamb abattoir in North Yorkshire submitting animals under their care to shocking levels of cruelty.  Acts caught on camera included the kicking, throwing and punching of lambs waiting to meet their maker as well as appearing to use one as a space hopper.

As disgusting as the images undoubtedly are, they’ve served one purpose in helping to publicise the campaign to ban the religious slaughter of animals without first stunning them.  The campaign (which admittedly is in need of a catchier title) is gaining a broader base of support as well as the favour of influential politicians such as Sir Roger Gale MP and members of the Commons Select Committee on Environment, Food and Rural Affairs.

However, it’s been largely overlooked that much of the footage is irrelevant to the campaign.  There’s no obvious reason why the sight of dim-witted animals blindly following each other in carrying out acts of baabarity (sorry) is more likely to be seen in a halal abattoir than any other type of slaughterhouse.

If this were the sole concern, it could be assuaged by giving the employees the chop, considering criminal charges and following Animal Aid’s call for the compulsory installation of CCTV in abattoirs (a move that, sensibly, the Muslim Council of Britain seems to be supporting).

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The footage that is relevant to the debate is that showing someone hacking away at a lamb’s neck four or five times before its throat is effectively slit.  This risks ridiculing the suggestion that animals suffer no greater pain during non-stun slaughter.

Members of the Muslim community have responded by denying that the conduct caught on camera complies with Islamic practice.  However, it seems impossible to deny that this particular lamb would have experienced less of an ordeal had it been stunned before falling into the hands of a cack-handed killer.

Although calls to ban non-stun slaughter are getting louder, there’s still a fair amount of opposition for the campaign to overcome in the religious communities themselves and more unexpected places. For example, East Devon.  To be more precise, the constituency of Tiverton and Honiton where incumbent MP, Neil Parish, has made a strong early claim to win the much-coveted gong for “STUPIDEST ARGUMENT OF THE YEAR”.

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Looking nervously at a group of local farmers making throat-slitting gestures with their hands, Parish voiced his concern that “an outright ban on religious slaughter would not improve the welfare of animals at the point of slaughter.  Driving our halal meat industry abroad to countries without our robust animal welfare standards and our supply chain traceability might result in more animals being slaughtered without stunning.

So, Neil – just so I’ve got this right – what you’re saying is “We oughtn’t ban something them thar foreigners are doin’ anyways ‘cos it might mean the lads I share a jar with down the local get less for their livestock.  And I buy enough rounds as it is!“?

Astonishing stuff.  Whatever next?  BoJo calling for drug use to be legalised as Clapton crack-kitchens manufacture the purest highs and our capital’s junkies need the money? I wouldn’t rule it out.

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It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

Last week, in a post entitled A Little Less Conversation, I was dreaming of a General Election campaign in which political parties (and, as a result, the press) spend their money publicising policies not printing posters lacking the sophistication of a Tipexed bellend on a desk lid.

In an addendum the following day, mention was made of Ed Miliband’s timely and similar sentiment, with the obvious caveat that – unless the bigger boys across the Commons follow suit – he’s left looking like a turkey voting to boycott Christmas.

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Well, it’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

While Ed sat by the phone waiting for the Tories to return his call, Douglas Alexander (Labour’s so-called election ‘strategist’) echoed his plea in a written message to Labour Party supporters.  Wee Dougie, who couldn’t look more like a schoolyard victim if his y-fronts were tangled round his tonsils, wrote: “The Tories have now bought up hundreds of billboard poster sites on high streets across the country for the months of March and April to run their negative personalised adverts.  It already seems clear that in their campaign the Tories intend to spread falsehood, fear and smear.”  

Coughing up mouthfuls of mucky water he’d inhaled in the midst of a prolonged bogwash, he added: “The Tories will dig deep into their donors’ pockets – and plumb new depths – in their desperation to cling on in government.”

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Now, Dougie might be right, but he faces two big problems.

The first is that his message would sound more high-minded and principled if Labour: (a) hadn’t gleefully engaged in silly bugger billboarding in the very recent past; (b) had any chance of winning a slanging match between ‘Dapper Dave’ and ‘Uncomfortable-in-his-own-skin Ed’; or (c) had the financial backing to compete in a PowerPoint pissing contest even if it wanted to.

The second problem is that whenever turkeys pick up placards proclaiming “BOYCOTT!  BOYCOTT!”, the press can’t resist decorating their reports with pictures of beautifully succulent, golden turkey crowns glistening on decadent beds of roast potatoes crisped in goose fat.  Likewise, when Dougie squeals, “I won’t do what the Tories are doing”, the newspapers print what the Tories are doing.

Take a glance at the coverage of Dougie’s message on the websites of the Daily Mail, The Telegraph, The Independent and The Guardian:

  • all four included the recent Tory poster depicting a portly Miliband bro-mancing Alex Salmond and Gerry Adams outside No. 10 before, presumably, heading for an early night while his amigos went off to tear up the town;
  • none mentioned a single policy Dougie wants everyone to focus on.  Left-leaning The Guardian even added an unattributed quote claiming his party had failed to obtain usual levels of funding due to a perceived “lack of clarity about what would be in the Labour manifesto“;
  • The Telegraph tied its article to an odd photo of Miliband cast in shadow against a sandy background, perhaps suggesting to Labour it would be kinder to withdraw their man from the limelight and send him to join the Foreign Legion.

“What’s that, Dougie?  Stop hitting you?  I’m not hitting you: you’re hitting yourself.  STOP HITTING YOURSELF, DOUGIE!”

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So what is Labour’s election strategy, other than not doing the thing they know they can’t do as well as the other lot?  Well, Dougie has one, don’t you worry.

He wants to chat.  Like, a lot.  Four million times to be precise, in what’s been billed as the biggest door-stopping campaign since Danny Baker ding-donged doorbells from Dorchester to Dumfries for Daz demonstrations.  This time, the soap box will take an even more prominent role, as Miliband told party activists that, with their help, he’ll be “making our case, explaining our vision, house by house, street by street, town by town”.

Although this has the makings of a zombie horror spoof, at first glance Dougie’s plan looks foolproof: if you can’t get your policies across in the press, cut out the middle man and head straight for the voter.

But voters can be equally cloth-eared, especially when some berk in a Saville Row suit interrupts their day to discuss political theory.  To misquote Tarantino’s Jules Winnfield, they’ve got to be a charming mother****ing politician to persuade me to endorse them while my kids are fighting in the lounge, the pasta’s boiling dry on the hob and a Lego brick’s just punctured the ball of my foot.

And here’s the other thing, Dougie: just because the Shadow Cabinet colleagues you meet once a week are the only people who’ll talk to you without taking your lunch money, it doesn’t mean they’re nice or normal.  In Ed Balls’ case (and I presume, by extension, Ms Cooper’s), they’re neither.

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So it’s a gamble, Dougie.  And for your gamble to have any chance of paying off, you need to brush up and screen test the twerps around your table an awful more than you’re doing at the moment, because those people behind those doors might actually ask your MPs some questions.

Like yesterday, for example, when your esteemed leader was invited along to a gentle Q&A event for Sky News and Facebook, and was asked by a normal punter what experience he had outside of politics to show that he could represent the British people.

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Here was Ed’s chance: an open goal.  “Well, I had a pretty gruelling paper round for the Morning Star … um, Daily Star,” he could have said.  “And then I had to save up for university, so I became a brickie by day and, by night, a go-go dancer at an underground rave venue.  Having to juggle two jobs, not to mention all the glow sticks, means I understand the struggles faced by ordinary men and women up and down the country.”

Or, if he didn’t do those things, he could have been upfront about it.  Instead, Edward Samuel Miliband trusted his instincts to freestyle his way into the affections of a nation.  Despite an uncertain start (“I’ve done a number of things which I think, I hope, are relevant to this“), he knocked this one out of the park by connecting with every working man and woman who’s worked as an economic adviser to the Treasury and taught government and economics at Harvard.

His Ronny Rosenthal moment could only have been more embarrassing if Paxman been there to pull his big, rubbery horse-face of mock incredulity (©Malcolm Tucker) and repeat the question until Miliband combusted.

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So then, Dougie: time to earn your money.  If you don’t, it’s very hard to imagine that the turkeys will be the ones gobbling on Christmas Day.

Breakfast At Tiffany’s

“You’ll say, we’ve got nothing in common.  No common ground to start from.  And we’re falling apart.”

A lovely little one-hit-wonder from Deep Blue Something that takes us back to the autumn of 1996 when the Spice Girls had just shot to fame, England were half-decent at football and Dolly the Sheep became the first mammal to be cloned successfully from an adult cell.

It was also a time of relative calm between Jewish and Muslim communities, as the Oslo Accords had helped reduce the number of suicide attacks in Israel by Hamas and Islamic Jihad to just a few each year.  Good times.

Sorry, but things are about to get heavier.

The 18 and a bit years since have witnessed countless murders of Jewish men, women and children by extremists, a similar number of excessive and bloody reprisals by Israel – including last year’s horrendous and drawn out bombing campaign in Gaza – and the export of violence from the region into far-removed places such as a kosher delicatessen on the outskirts of Paris.

A great many positive things happened in these years as well, so keep your chin up.  But few could deny that most of the images beamed into our sitting rooms over the years make it abundantly clear that if Jews and Muslims celebrated Christmas, few would make it onto each other’s card list.

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Time to lighten the mood again.  Momentarily.

“You’ll say, the world has come between us.  Our lives have come between us.  Still I know you just don’t care.”

Good old DBS.  Fairly recently, the band’s lead singer, Todd Pipes, revealed that promoting the song became tiresome: “As the song had Breakfast in the title, radio stations thought it would be genius to have us on at breakfast time.  We’d be up till 3am and they’d wonder why we were pissed off playing at 6am.”  Well, at least Todd and the boys have had plenty of opportunity to sleep in the years since.  The world hasn’t come between them; it’s left them well alone.

The same can’t be said for Jews and Muslims.  Although the origins of their animosity are complex, it’s painfully apparent that the world – represented here by the United Nations and its members – handicapped their ability to live side by side in peace.  I’m talking, of course, about the bugger’s muddle made in managing the formation of a Jewish State in territory held sacred by both Jews and Muslims.

Far more learned people than I have pondered how it could have been done differently.  But it doesn’t take a scholar to see that things couldn’t have gone a whole lot worse: 70 odd years of West Side Story meets Groundhog Day, in which Bernardo blows up Riff on a bus, Tony launches retaliatory air strikes killing Bernardo, his family (including Maria) and neighbours, and Chino fires mortars at Tony’s apartment block.  And then the same thing happens the next day.  And the next.  Oh, and there’s no love angle in West Bank Story.  Or music.  But the special effects are quite something.

Thanks, the world.

“And I said what about Breakfast At Tiffany’s?  She said I think I remember the film and, as I recall, I think we both kind of liked it.  And I said well, that’s the one thing we’ve got.”

That damn catchy song comes to our rescue again and wades us through dangerous waters to the point of this post: despite their many differences, Jewish and Muslims communities appear to have a little more in common than they realise.

Friday’s front page of The Times reminds us of one shared ritual: Breakfast At Tiffany’s where the eponymous restauranteur piles their plates high with meat obtained in one of the most appalling ways imaginable: slow death from blood loss following an incision through the jugular vein, carotid artery and windpipe.  And would you like ketchup with that, sir?

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Now, I bloody love meat and, as a consequence, I accept that animals have to be bred and killed for my pleasure.  But I strongly support current legislation requiring those responsible to refrain from causing or permitting the animals to suffer any avoidable pain.

In line with the law, the majority of animals killed for meat in this country are put out of their misery pretty quickly and painlessly.  To achieve this end, it’s been mandatory since 1979 for a stunner to be used on all EU livestock pre-slaughter, subject to certain religious exemptions addressed below.  By “stunner”, I don’t mean Emily Ratajkowski, but a mechanically operated device broadly similar to that used to tumble Princess Leia to the deck early in Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope.

The purpose of stunning an animal is to leave it insensitive to pain prior to ending its life (rather than to make it easier to haul it before Lord Vader and admit where it’s hidden the secret plans).  When you think about it, it seems the very least we can do.

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But, as things stand, the law does not require pre-slaughter stunning in kosher and halal abattoirs.  Why?  Because vocal sections of Jewish and Muslim communities believe that books and scriptures written thousands of years ago prohibit it.  And remember, these books aren’t even written by celebrity chefs or anything.

Followers of Judaism believe that for meat to remain kosher the animal must be healthy and uninjured when the “schechita” process is carried out.  They argue that a stunned animal would fail this criteria.  Many also contend that animals feel no pain during the ritual, pointing to certain inconclusive scientific studies and the dubious doctrinal argument that their God would only provide for a merciful and compassionate method of killing his creatures.  

Islam differs in the sense that it only requires the animal to be alive when its throat is cut to qualify as halal.  Due to this lower threshold, many halal abattoirs follow the rest of the industry in stunning animals pre-slaughter.  But a significant and growing number of British Muslims operate under the misconception that stunning often kills the animal.  In Friday’s article, written by Ben Webster, it’s reported that in 2013 some 37 per cent of sheep and goats, 25 per cent of cattle and 16 per cent of poultry brought onto halal premises were killed without being first stunned.  This is a very significant increase from the figures for 2011 and mean that, in 2013, some 2.4 million sheep and goats were killed in halal and kosher abattoirs.  No figures have been given for cattle and poultry.

“Oh, crikey!  There’s a lot of talk about slaughter here, isn’t there?  Can’t we go back to that tune again, eh?  What about the instrumental bit two-thirds the way through?  “De-de-dew de-de-dew de-de-dew de-de-dew”.  So catchy.”

Sorry, folks, but not even the best DBS could muster can drag us away from the blood and guts quite yet.  According to Webster’s article (taking its figures from the European Food Safety Authority’s scientific panel on animal health and welfare), it can take up to 20 seconds for a sheep to lose consciousness once its throat is cut, up to two minutes for cattle and “two and a half minutes or more” for poultry (an odd choice of words suggesting that poor Chicken Licken sometimes waits an eternity before its sky falls in).

An unlikely brotherhood of Jews and Muslims downplay the significance of these statistics, by pointing out that no-one really knows whether animals suffer during this time lag.  Even Webster is only prepared to say that the gap between throats being cut and losing consciousness means “that they might experience pain for that period.”  But why should the burden of proof fall on the rest of society?  If the EU has already determined it inhumane for abattoirs not to stun first, slaughter later, shouldn’t the onus be on these communities to prove (at least beyond reasonable doubt) that no additional pain and suffering occurs.

And if they can’t, what then?

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I agree that all this is rather horrible but I respect, above all else, people’s right to practice their religion“.  Not a DBS lyric, but a conceivable response nonetheless and one with which, for now at least, the Government agrees.

As stated above, it seems that Muslims can adhere to their religion and meet the standards set for the rest of society.  Use a stunner.  If they won’t, compel them to.  Legislation could actually help the Muslim community in this regard, as the Koran permits Muslims to eat non-halal meat if there’s no other halal food available and he or she is forced by necessity (Surah 2:173).  Problem solved.

Of course, Kosher meat is tougher (especially if overcooked) owing to the different test applied.  We’ve got to ask ourselves a very important question here: what rights (if any) should be placed above the right of people to practice their religion freely?  The indignation voiced by many following the recent Charlie Hebdo killings seems to confirm the primacy of free speech over religious dogma.  But, in a civilised society, can the humane treatment of animals be ranked lower than the freedom to draw, print and disseminate insulting cartoons?

The Danish Government doesn’t think so.  It outlawed all non-stun slaughter in early 2014, announcing that “animal rights come before religion“.

It’s surely time for the British Government to follow suit.  The alternative is to pick the low hanging fruit and clamp down on halal practices only.  In a country where many Muslims already feel marginalised, this option is wrapped in risk.  The better approach must be to ban non-stun slaughter from halal and kosher abattoirs and, in the process, give the Jewish and Muslim communities something else in common.

Fortunately, there are a good number of similarly minded people in this country, including the British Veterinary Association which has launched a petition calling for the matter to be debated in the House of Commons.  On Thursday, the number of signatures passed the 100,000 mark and it remains open until the end of March 2015.

The petition can be signed here and I urge you to do so.

It could form a common ground for us to start from and has to be better than watching that awful film again.

A Little Less Conversation

Oh, God.  It’s already started.  The 7th of May 2015 is over three months away, but it’s already started.

In an effort to stay informed about what’s occurring on this daft little ball of land, water and reality TV, I rely on a number of respectable news sources.  And then, when I’m feeling bored, I click on the most-visited English language “newspaper” website in the world, the MailOnline.

Before the page finishes loading, I set my neuroreceptor filter to “wry” to reduce the chance of being tricked into caring about its insultingly simplistic, hypocritical and inaccurate portrayal of modern life.  And normally the wry filter does the trick.  But I think it’s going to be different this year.  Because it’s already started.

“It”, in this context, is electioneering – a conversation that, in many ways, never stops.  The Right constantly bashes the Left with its jewel-tipped cane and the Left responds with anything it can grab hold of, be it a pint glass, crowbar or Little Red Book (in hardback of course).  The sensible souls in the middle alternate between dodging the swinging cudgels and using Right or Left as a human shield against the other.

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It was ever thus and there’s nothing to gain from preventing different viewpoints across the political spectrum from being vented.  Provided that the right people, that is politicians and the public, are doing the venting.

Unless you live under a rock, you’ll know that the MailOnline and its parents (the Daily Mail and The Mail on Sunday) lean to the Right.  There’s nothing wrong with that; there’s also nothing wrong with biased journalism.  Every news reporter has Limb Length Discrepancy of one form or another and witnesses events from a certain personal or paymaster-mandated stance.  That’s why the wry filter works most of the time.  It allows broadly intelligent folk to see beyond attention-grabbing headlines and over the top of lenses through which the writer views the facts.  It’s basic source analysis that kids are taught on day one of their GCSE History curriculum.

Problems arise when newspapers go a step further: when they stop reporting on the news and begin to make it up, crossing the line between informing readers of their take on an event and just filling eyes and brains with unadulterated prejudice.  News agencies often overstep this line, sometimes with little fallout.  But in an election year, it’s especially troubling when the tail (or the Mail) begins to wag the dog.

Take yesterday, when the MailOnline published a “news item” under the morosely uninspired headline, “Is that you in Plasticine, Mr Miliband? New Shaun the Sheep character bears uncanny resemblance to Red Ed”.  Reading on, the “story” concerned a trailer lasting 2 minutes, 27 seconds for the latest children’s film to trot out of the Aardman Animations stable.  The trailer features, for less than one hundredth of its duration, an unamused waiter who, journalist Sian Boyle claims, “bears an uncanny resemblance” to the Labour leader.  Ha ha!  He does a little, if you sort of squint and ignore the dramatic differences between their hairstyles, face shapes and skin colour.  Wicked!  You’re great, Sian!

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Even if we were to accept Sian’s assertion that the clay creation looks like Miliband, this isn’t a news story.  It’s simply an excuse to remind the readership how odd a potential leader of our country looks and subliminally to bawl at them: IS THIS WHO YOU WANT TO REPRESENT YOU?  THIS WEIRDO?  IS IT?  YOU MAKE ME SICK, YOU COMMUNIST BASTARDS.

Of course, Miliband looks odd and is almost unrewardingly easy to laugh at, especially when undertaking herculean tasks such as eating food, ingesting fluid and, well, breathing.  But since when has looking odd been a bar to public office?

Look around Europe.  Who’s the best at securing the most beneficial outcome for their country?  Angela Merkel.  And that’s despite the fact she has the sort of build and features that would make you suspect that Germany’s been led by a helmut for 34 of the last 41 years.  Looking inwards, this country has a rich history of strange looking premiers.  So much so that Miliband probably wouldn’t even make it into the Top Ten of Ministerial Mingers.

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So why does Sian care about his looks?  Is it because she’s as shallow as a camel’s piss puddle?  Or because she was put up to it by her overlords?  Or, as seems most likely, both?

A quick google suggests that Sian (who continues to spell her name with a circumflex, despite the casual disregard shown to such archaic niceties by email addresses, twitter handles and this blog) had the good fortune of avoiding the ugly stick which beat poor Ed (but spared his brother), unless she’s just better at troweling on the Clarins.  Either way, with or without any slap, she’ll never be accused of falling out of a Play-Doh pot.

But less charitable people could mistake her for having stumbled off the set of a production even less sophisticated than an animated sheep guiding his flock away from the Big City with hilarious consequences: TOWIE.  Shame on you, uncharitable people.  However, Sian would do well in the Land of the Vajazzle if we trust the veracity of the article she had published in the Independent last year, entitled “Cameron Diaz is wrong about pubic hair. The bush is not back”.  With the following opening (if you’ll excuse this clumsy term), it’s no wonder the MailOnline snapped her up to write about politics: “DON’T ELECTROCUTE MY CLIT!”, I screamed as I writhed on the table.  I wrenched off my goggles, panting, before the bemused beautician lowered the Intense Pulsed Light laser gun.  “Don’t worry, it will be fine”, she said, before duly zapping away at my crotch.”  Insightful stuff, I take it all back.  Until I get to this line: “It’s a cruel analogy, but the staunch defence of hairy fannies reminds me of very overweight over-eaters who say they’re “happy as they are”.”  Just wow.

And what would lead us to suspect that Sian was encouraged by her bosses to lampoon a man who may be uglier and less likeable than a flatulent Chinese Crested dog, but who has more intellect in his little toe than Sian has in three generations of her family?  Well, who can forget Geoffrey Levy’s charmingly tasteful article published on the MailOnline on 27 September 2013, headed “The man who hated Britain: Red Ed’s pledge to bring back socialism is a homage to his Marxist father.  So what did Miliband Snr really believe in?  The answer should disturb everyone who loves this country” and the somewhat unapologetic editorial that followed.  Or this hyperbolic headline to Matt Chorley’s piece published on 12 November last year: “Miliband is the least popular leader EVER: Devastating poll reveals just 13% think he is ready to be PM as Tories build 3-point lead“.  Circumstantial evidence, I agree.

A bit like the pubic hair Sian detests so much, I’m straying from the point.  The point is that organisations such as the MailOnline have a huge amount of power at their disposal and must wield it responsibly.  If they keep crossing the line between reporting and creating news, they can quickly manipulate swathes of the electorate into thinking about things that shouldn’t matter.

In any General Election, we should focus on one question: who’s the best person and party to lead our country?  Yet it’s a sad fact that on the 7th of May, many voters will shuffle along to their polling stations and vote according to familial or class-based influences, or simply because they’ve seen countless occasions where David Cameron photographs better than that funny looking one who likes cheese and crackers.  And that isn’t the sign of a healthy society.

For example, I consider myself reasonably informed on politics, but could I honestly tell you in any detail what Miliband stands for, other than the buzzwords routed into my ear canals by the mainstream media: NHS, mansion tax, public services?  Do I know how my life would be directly affected by a Labour-led government?  Do I know Miliband’s views on foreign policy?  Or his relationships with the international leaders and businesses on which we now depend?  No, not really.   But I do know that his black-suited bodyguards will twitch every time the man picks up a sandwich.  I rely on the newspapers to fill in the blanks for me but they rarely do.

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So something’s clearly going wrong.  Over the past decade, there’s been no shortage of navel-gazing over in Westminster about why people are so disillusioned with their elected representatives.  “Ah,” they say, “it’s because of the Iraq War!  No, it’s tuition fees!  Expenses!  Launch an inquiry!  And another!  That’ll make the plebs happy!

Well, yes, momentarily.  Until the inquiry takes several years, we move on to raging about something else and forget why we were so angry about the issue in the first place.  Then what do we do?  We comfort ourselves with the thought that it’s just stupid old British politics and go back to our box-set tales of cover-ups and political manoeuvrings somewhere more glamorous.  Oh, but the people in those programmes are so much more watchable.  And wasn’t she in Forest Gump?

But the constant clamour for inquiries misses the point because here’s the crux: British people aren’t really disillusioned by what politicians do.  They’re disillusioned by what they think politicians do.  The average person doesn’t get to hear the good things MPs do day-to-day, how hard they work, how much they’d earn in industry if they were less concerned with creating a better country for everyone to live in.

Instead, he or she reads lurid headlines and watches teary statements read outside family homes when one’s caught doing something he (and it’s usually a he) shouldn’t.  They get no sense of what these people are or what they’re about.  Instead, the public’s left with a budget version of Take Me Out for ugly people hosted by Huw Edwards.  Is it any surprise they no likey?

What’s the answer?  There must be a way of shedding some lighty on the real meat of politics.  It won’t start on the MailOnline, even if we want it to.  The reason it succeeds is that it couldn’t care less whether we like what we read.  All that matters is that the MailOnline’s lovers and haters click on it every day (for that reason, I’ve avoided hyperlinking any of the articles referred to above).

No, the revolution needs to come from the very top.  Somehow, the party leaders need to realise the nation hates all of them, just some a little less than others.  When that penny drops, these smart people should think collaboratively how to get better publicity for the political classes.  Start by giving credit where credit’s due, recognise successes, end the knee-jerk trash talk.  It shouldn’t take a war or commemoration service for people who supposedly want the same thing (i.e. the country to succeed) to stand shoulder to shoulder.

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It’s radical, but it can only help.  Something has to change because , in the words of Elvis, “all this aggravation ain’t satisfactioning” anyone.  There needs to be a little less conversation, a little more action, please.

The revolt could begin right now by cutting out the expensive American-style posters attacking each other in a way that would embarrass a teenager and make politicians of yesteryear spin in their graves.  But it won’t happen.  The Conservatives have fired the starting pistol with a series of crudely photoshopped efforts to convince would-be UKIP voters they risk handing the keys to Number 10 over to Red Ed, Tartan Alec and Balaclava-ed Gerry.  Labour will inevitably respond, portraying Cameron as a member of the smug landed gentry, running around quaffing “sticky” in NHS waiting rooms while Gideon Osborne sits next to him absentmindedly tearing the heads off fox cubs.

If all this doesn’t stop, where are we headed?  In May, low voter turnout.  Before then, the Tories responding with a poster of Miliband’s weird head crowning out of a middle-aged woman as several doctors look worried, mouthing: “OLD LABOUR: OLD DANGER”?  And what then?  A Labour parry-riposte showing Sam Cam’s head stuck onto a porn star’s body while she fellates CEOs of various corporations and informs the viewer that “DAVID LETS BIG BUSINESS TAKE WHATEVER IT WANTS”?

Stop.  We’re just giving them ideas.