The 55% trick: the Coalition’s first inauspicious move

14th May, 2010 (updated 17th May)


I’m not agreeing much with the Guardian these days.  But Vikram Dodd is bang-on.


First move under the ‘new politics’ of the Coalition is to rig the constitution.


Please don’t be fooled by any of the spin around it.


1) last week, Cameron was complaining about so-called ‘unelected prime ministers’.  So much so, that he swore to legislate against them when he got to power.  Any ‘unelected’ prime minister must submit himself to a general election within six months, he cried.  Now he’s changed his tune.  He’s suggesting legislation for fixed parliaments, the point of which is to allow governments (and prime ministers) to change without going back to the voters.  It’s breathtaking.


Which man do we listen to?  Last week’s Cameron, or this week’s?


If you want to make a constitutional change to a fixed parliament, put it in your manifesto next time round.   You can change the rules-of-the-game for future parliaments, but not the existing one.   As it happens, I quite like the idea of a fixed parliament.  (Though I think five years is too long.)  But the point is, it’s the opposite of what Cameron was selling us during the election.


2) if you like the idea of fixed parliaments, don’t be fooled by the notion (peddled by Gummer on Radio 4 today) that they stop a government rigging tax-giveaways etc to make elections easier to win.  They don’t change that – in fact they even give the government a very clear date to work towards!


3) if you like the idea of fixed parliaments – and this is the key disgrace – don’t be fooled by the idea that ‘stability’ justifies a 55% rule.  It simply doesn’t.  Look at the maths of the current parliament. 


Can Labour and the LibDems combined force an election?  No.


Can Labour and the LibDems and every other MP combined force an election?  No.  (They could only muster 53%)


Can anyone force an election without at least some Tory votes?  No.


You only need a 55% majority if you want to immunize the Tories against all possible alternative coalitions.


In that context, Cameron’s historic generosity in ‘handing back to parliament’ the right to call an election beggars belief.   His language on this issue reveals his real attitude to the primacy of parliament – “I’ve made this change,” he boasts on television (BBC, 14th May) as if it were his change to make.  It is not.  As if it were a done deal.  It is not.  This will need to go before parliament.  And parliament will decide.


Here’s more:  The 55% trick: protecting you from democracy | Vikram Dodd | Comment is free | guardian.co.uk.



Glorious defeat

 

16th May, 2010


A big and slightly scary man came and sat next to me at Wembley yesterday.  Nodded hello.   Sat quietly for a bit.  Then suddenly stood up, spread his arms and screamed “I DIE!”


It took me a moment to realise he was joining in with the song, arriving without warning at our section of the ground, which goes “Portsmouth till I die, Portsmouth till I die, I know I am, I’m sure I am, I’m Portsmouth till I die.”



 

AM writing in The Times, 2003, sent by Jules Smith



In the post on the morning of the Cup Final, I found a clipping kindly sent to me by a fellow Pompey fan.  It was an article from 2003 by Anthony Minghella writing in The Times, about the joys and miseries (mostly miseries) of following Portsmouth, and his then obsession with the computer game Championship Manager.  Even in the fantasy version, the problem was that the cast-offs off one of the rich clubs would cost more than (and beat) a Pompey 1st XI.


The economics of the game, aside from being unsustainable – I guess you didn’t need to be brain of Britain to see that coming, even in 2003 – were spoiling the fun of the game by preventing a level playing field.


So yesterday, we were playing a Chelsea XI picked from a squad worth around £300m.  Ours, to be sold in an emergency fire sale, I guess starting tomorrow morning, might yield £35m.


Looked at that way, our 1-0 defeat was nothing less than a miraculous victory.


I felt a little blue on the way home.  You always hope, especially in the FA Cup, that you can pull off a cheeky win.  That’s the romance of the Cup.  But actually what I noticed was that I was feeling better than I felt on the return journey after our FA Cup victory in 2008.


I thought at the time that it felt hollow because Anthony should have been there to share it with us.  His last message in my inbox says, “I hope there’ll be a few games for me soon”.   We had never experienced anything like an FA Cup Final for Portsmouth, and life is indeed cruel that it did not afford him that opportunity.


Another reason for the muted joy was that we did not convincingly thrash Cardiff City.  The game seemed slow and unexciting, perhaps a function of the size of the stadium and the distance from the action.  We Pompey fans are used to the bearpit that is Fratton Park.


But I don’t know.  Was it really the absence of Ant?  Or the less-than-thrilling football?  Or was it the fact that Pompey won the FA Cup, when we never win anything?


I suspect it was the latter.  Anyone who by accident of birth finds themselves singing the Pompey chimes will know that the tune, and the loyalty, stays with you.  Pompey fans do not grow up and become Chelsea fans or Man U or Liverpool.  Pompey fans are Pompey till they die.


That’s all well and dandy, but Pompey never win.  Sure we have the occasional run, but basically we’re crap.  The lot of the Pompey fan is to arrive full of hope, sing his heart out, terrify the visiting team with the best and most vocal support in the land – and then to depart crestfallen. 


My experience of following Pompey is mostly about the long, dejected journey home.  After years of that sensation, it comes to be the desired outcome.  Pompey fans have a perverse but Pavlovian response to loss, which is to pick themselves up and come back for more.  I noticed two banners among the crowd: one, optimistically, called for “Pompey in Europe”.  The other, a more accurate reflection of the Pompey character, declared, “You will never break our spirit.”


So, travelling home after the match, contemplating my own private woes, and the very public woes of Pompey – Cup defeat; relegation; unimaginable debt; the forthcoming firesale of the squad; a bleak, impossible future – I found myself oddly comforted by the familiarity of it all.   We are losers.  We are stoics.  We are loyal.  We are Pompey till we die.   


If there has been a quintessentially ‘Pompey’ moment in PFC’s recent history, this was it.  And so, more than after the 2008 victory, I wished Ant had been there with me, analysing, bemoaning, sharing and – finally – savouring defeat.





Courtney Pine, Edana Minghella play Isle of Wight

14th May, 2010








Edana Minghella






“If you haven’t seen Edana Minghella play live before, now is your chance to catch the sultry and smoky jazz classics from this huge Island talent.


Expect exceptional jazz violin from Cuban maestro Omar Puente before the legendary Courtney Pine takes to the stage.”



via Courtney Pine, Omar Puente and More at Jazz On The Meadow | Isle of Wight News:Ventnor Blog.





Jazz on the Meadow

22 May  2.00pm

Ventnor Botanical Gardens

Undercliff Drive

Ventnor

Courtney Pine – Omar Puente – Edana Minghella – The Ric Harris Trio – Keri Highland – Benedict Branca


For the up-to-date information on Jazz on the Meadow, including information on a park and ride scheme operating from Ventnor Town, general concert information and more about the artists set to perform, visit our website.

Tickets for this incredible event are available now from See Tickets, IW Tourist Information Centres, Ventnor Botanic Garden, Red Funnel or by calling 08448449988, and Wightlink ticket offices or by phone on 08713761000 priced at just £30 plus a small booking fee.

Demand is expected to be high, and numbers are strictly limited so buy early to avoid disappointment.


Events on the Isle of Wight : Jazz on the Meadow at Ventnor Botanical Gardens, 22 May 2010.


And today is Edana’s birthday!  Happy birthday, love.