This announcement made a couple of weeks ago has been playing in the back of my mind for some time now, and there wasn’t a great deal of publicity at the time I felt, or rather, it wasn’t taken as seriously as perhaps it should have been.  A report by thinktank  the New Economic Foundation, says over-consumption, rising unemployment, increasing inequality and deteriorating work life balance can be tackled by radically altering working life.  A twenty-one hour week, the report argues, would be the optimum amount of time, in effect a four day working week.

For a long time, (especially when I was grinding out a thirty-seven and a half hour office marathon every week), the idea of a three day weekend seemed such a wonderful idea – and just such an obvious solution to many of society’s problems.  But I always thought my own absolute ignorance of economics and general naivety were getting the better of me.  But now professional economists have come to the same conclusion.  Hallelujah!  I don’t suppose these changes will happen for another generation or so, not at least until generation X, or Y are in control of things.  But all that’s needed is the political will.  Why can’t we just accept that the economy is fucked, probably forever, and concentrate on building a better society?   We need to liberate ourselves from the collective madness of  over-working, the sooner the better.

John Gray has entered what is fast becoming ‘the big debate of our post 9 11 age’. Most people have read something from the swathe of anti-religion literature and are genuinely thinking and talking about the issues; the comments of prominent religious figures are heavily scrutinised by the media, and it appears as though Muslims are experiencing a sort of collective identity crisis (in this country anyway). Religion is a hot topic in a way that would have seemed unfathomable ten years ago.

Could this article be a précis of his newest book ‘Black Mass: Apocalyptic Religion and the Death of Utopia’? Joe, with his atheist(ish) stance thinks it’s right on the money (It must be fun being an RE teacher at the moment). I’m not so sure. I wonder whether Christopher Hitchens will write a response.

When I first saw this piece my immediate thought was that it was a spoof. Something about the ‘living at the top of a hill in North London’ didn’t quite ring true. Then, like many others I thought it must be viral marketing for tv show ’skins’. But no, it turns out this was a genuine piece of Journalism. What a spectacular own-goal by the Guardian’s travel editor. This has surely damaged the reputation of the paper. I can’t believe that they thought the obvious nepotism would go unnoticed.

What has been interesting is the way it’s highlighted the fanaticism of the CIF crowd making one wonder what really motivates those people. A real shit-storm has ensued. Though many of the comments were pretty funny (I wish I’d been following the feed during the day), I actually find myself feeling sorry for the teenage author of the original blogpost; is he himself really deserving of that level of vitriol? I mean, there’s already a very unkind fake facebook profile for him. Maybe we should all just take a deep breath.

Nepotism is a fact of life. I worked in a mail room with a father and son for a bit and I doubt whether Guardian readers would be too bothered by that. When the nepotism arouses the jealousy of a load of frustrated writers they quickly turn to inverted snobbery for comfort. Well, we’ve all been there I suppose.

That said whoever commissioned and published the piece should be ashamed. It really was a piece of crap. A very sorry episode indeed.

I can’t believe I’ve not been following this little fight from the start. Ronan Bennett’s recent article in G2 denouncing Martin Amis as a racist, has resulted in Hitchens coming to the defense of his friend in an article published in the Guardian today. I think Bennett is absolutely right in his questioning of Amis’s motives and his dubious choice of language at times. What is a ‘thought experiment’ anyway? Is it where you pretend to be a bit racist to test the responses of other people – and only the truly intellectual and enlightened liberal mind can partake of it? Sounds a bit dubious to put it mildly.

But Hitchens equally makes some good points and rather settles this I feel. I think Amis is lucky in this instance to have such an eloquent advocate as Hitchens. Hitchens and Amis would never tolerate the label ‘islamaphobe’. But I think when they express a strong distaste for ‘islamism’, that’s what they are. But this is different from being racist towards all Muslims isn’t it? Or is the distinction irrelevant?

This whole spat started as a dispute between Amis and fellow Manchester University Professor of English Terry Eagleton. Hitchens seems to have taken it as a compliment that Eagleton has expressed disappointment in Hitchens turning out not to be the new George Orwell, but rather the new Evelyn Waugh. Hasn’t he heard, right is the new left?

Below is a video of Richard Dawkins reading the new preface to the paperback of The God Delusion. Those people that have already formed stringent opinions about Dawkins probably won’t be reassured by him rattling off a list of responses to the press criticisms of his book. Nevertheless have a listen to the content of what he has to say anyway. There is a response to every pub-based criticism of his book also and that is nice to hear coming from the man himself. I’m rather pleased that this book became a best seller, and with the paperback edition coming out, it could well become a fixture of many household shelves.

In 2004 president George W. Bush talked of a new commitment to putting a permanent base on the moon and to a manned mission to Mars. One wonders, as many did at the time, whether this was just an attempt to distract the electorate from the disastrous war in Iraq. Across the pond the European Space Agency (ESA), has a project named ‘Aurora‘ with a long term aim of putting human beings on Mars by around 2030. We have the technology, not withstanding significant practical difficulties (not least of which the difficulty of sustaining human beings over such long periods of time and distance in space), to make the trip. Only the most stubborn and unimaginative argue for the wisdom of robots over human beings. Human beings have a long overdue rendezvous with the red planet. It would be a seismic technological and cultural achievement with ramifications for the whole of humanity. On a practical level human beings are more effective scientists on the ground than robots, and human footsteps on that alien world would serve to reinforce the uniqueness and fragility of our own planet. The cost is undeniably massive; but it could could be lessened by more cooperation between nations. The US military budget still dwarfs the amount given to NASA each year. There is no way that, with improving technologies considered, cost should still be an impediment for this voyage.

But my guess is that if we are going to get there in the next couple of decades or so the impetus is not going to come from greater international cooperation, but rather from competition and new global tensions. If we’ve learned anything from the Apollo missions and of the earlier space race of the Cold War period, it is that political expediency rather than scientific advancement has driven space exploration to take its boldest steps. In October of 2003 China became only the third nation to have launched a human being into space. The people who mocked this accomplishment at the time for being forty years too late to hold any significance, completely missed the point. In a subsequent Pentagon report China was upgraded in terms of the military threat it posed. As far as the military are concerned space flight has always been first and foremost about rocket power.

For the Chinese however this was matter of national prestige. The Pilot Yang Lewei (I’m tempted to say astronaut but perhaps cosmonaut might be more apt) is a national hero. Before embarking he is reported to have said:

I will not disappoint the motherland. I will complete each movement with total concentration. And I will gain honor for the People’s Liberation Army.

The economy of China will soon be on a par with the US and so it follows that there will be a power struggle played out in a variety of domains. Is it foolish to imagine that this one party state might see a terrific opportunity to beat the US and the West to the punch and land humans on Mars first? It would certainly be a delicious twist in world history if China, having suffered centuries of humiliation and defeat both militarily and economically at the hands of the West, was the first to conquer another autonomous planet in our solar system. In a way it would be a resumption of normal service in terms of cultural achievements with regard to the many centuries Chinese civilization blossomed and prospered out in front whilst the west slumbered under the reign of medieval tyrannies. Who knows, for future historians China landing on Mars might come to signify the moment they consolidated their position as the dominant world power. Wild speculation though this may be, maybe space exploration will once again figure as a marker for relative development and vitality.

If China were even in the race, it would certainly spur on American and European projects just as the Moon landing became a cold war imperative in the sixties. Who knows, in the interest of science perhaps this competitive edge is what’s needed; we could do without the prospect of nuclear apocalypse that may accompany it however.

But relations between nation states aside the landing of Human Beings on Mars would be a beautiful and awe-inspiring thing, whoever manages to achieve it. I hope in my lifetime to have the privilege of witnessing this event.


I can now proudly say that I am a signatory of the Euston Manifesto. Having been aware of it for about a year, and having spent a great deal of time over the last year arguing and rehearsing some of it’s central points, I finally decided to sign. This decision has been helped along greatly by what I’ve been reading in 2007, but also lately by Joe introducing me to Little Atoms and all the great interview downloads on the site. Little Atoms has been a revelation in reassuring me that I’m not alone in my views.

The pro-intervention left have been poorly represented in the mainstream liberal media (so a common refrain of signatories of the Euston Manifesto is what a relief it is to be connected to others of a similar position via the wonders of the Internet). Lots of factors have contributed to this situation but I especially feel that post-modernism’s challenge to enlightenment values is somehow at the heart of this.

Some of the creators of the manifesto opposed the war in Iraq and this is clearly written into it as a valid position to hold. As Norman Geras said at the Launch: “Reasonable people can reasonably disagree”. But both sides of that debate are united in a disillusionment with the state of the left, with its marginal far-left factions, but perhaps more importantly with the left’s representatives within the liberal establishment. The massive schism created by the 9 11 terrorist attacks and the end of the cold war has thrown the left into a crisis. The Euston Manifesto is an attempt to formulate a progressive program that is true to the left’s best historical values.

Mr. Cameron’s ascent to the premiership of the British regime looks set to continue unabated with the news that he’s won ‘2nd best dressed man’ in GQ’s annual list!

“Is David Cameron tough enough to be prime minister?” it asked on the cover of an earlier issue that had also boosted the conservative leader’s profile. What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean? Well he does look kind of hard in that picture; one toff you’re probably not going to mess with. For some reason GQ seem to love him. You know what, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some sort of Eton connection between him and the editorial there. Maybe him and Charles what’s-his-name who works for the magazine used to smoke pot together behind the Egerton room together back in 82′. Or else it’s something much more sinister.

In just a few months Britain will have a new Prime Minister. It’s looking like it will be Gordon Brown, (though David Miliband is potentially a contender). And I think it’s going to take more than a few glossy magazine covers to get the tories back into power at the next general election. I think Gordon Brown is more popular with the electorate than some sections of the media would have us believe.

On April the first I was nearly taken in by a Channel 4 news article about The Arctic Monkeys offering their support to David Miliband as a potential leader of the Labour party. He was to join them on stage at Glastonbury in a bid to launch his campaign to younger voters. It seemed plausible enough. It seems that everything in the political sphere is becoming increasingly divorced from reality, and at the moment that seems to be in the in the conservatives favor. I’m half expecting Cameron to launch a radical new conservative policy of re-nationalising the railways or something.

I just wanted to share with you this picture of the conservative leader, and,perhaps prime minister in waiting.  Isn’t it awful?  Can you imagine Michael Howard the ‘Prince of Darkeness’ being photographed in such a way?  Go on just look at it and imagine.  I think it says a lot about where the tories are now.  It’s taken from an article about him in Observer Women, an issue that tells us Cameron has been voted 7th in a poll of the “the 50 men who really understand women”.  I have to admit I haven’t been able to bring myself to read the article – it features pictures of him with his children and pronouncements about the need for more women in the conservative party.  But the picture, the picture’s been vexing me. It seems to say:
“Come on we’ve all grown up now, there’s no more Punch and Judy politics now, I’m appealing to your sense of irony, vote for me – you know you want to.  I’m so confidant in my own appeal, I can adopt this pose and credit you with the intelligence to see beyond the ‘Nasty Party’ veneer and make the right choice.”

Well that’s my take on it anyway.

The more observant among you may have noticed that there was a previous post ‘iphone’ that said nothing at all.  That was because I started to write something but then got so pissed off with this stupid web-host thingey that I had to abandon it.  Basically I was really excited about the iphone having just watched a video on Youtube I wanted to share it with you.  With the initial fanfare I had failed to grasp how amazing they are and like a complete dullard it took some step-by-step infomercial thing on CNN to convince me of their brilliance (bet the battery life is shit though).  Anyway my own ineptitude as a web programmer coupled with this stupid ‘mr site’ idiot proof system conspired to prohibit me from putting said infomercial on the site.  So I was thinking about moving somewhere else – a more conventional blog service of somekind perhaps.  Honestly, it takes me longer to publish this crap on here than it does to write the damned things in the first place.  Something’s got to give.

I was just idly looking at stuff on Amazon when I remembered a book that my tutor on the ill-fated pgce recommended to us.  It’s called ‘Rape of the Masters: How Political Correctness Sabotaged Art’, written by one Roger Kimball.  Take a look at this man, he’s wearing a bow tie for fucks sake.  Kimball is a conservative U.S. art critic, essayist, and social commentator whose book purports to ‘expose the charlatanry that fuels much academic art history today and leaks into the art world generally’.  Amazing.  I didn’t think you could really be a conservative art historian; you certainly can’t be a conservative art theorist!  Still more amazing, when you look further down the authors list of publications, you see one entitled ‘Darwinian Fairytales: Selfish Genes, Errors of Heredity, and Other Fables of Evolution’ for which he was the editor.  The tutor in question was much enamoured with his purchase of this book, and I am reminded again of what a confused and reactionary tosser he was.  I mean, the man in charge of The University of  ******’s art teacher training program is enthralled by the work of a right wing neo-creationist art ‘commentator’, and nobody, apart from me, seems particularly bothered with this.  Not that I’m bitter mind, he’ll make a great character for my novel.  The dogmatic and reactionary art teacher, who thought of drawing as a quasi-religious system of enlightenment.  He had the most strange way of clearing his throat after every few turgid and monotonous utterances, more in the top of his mouth than in his throat, so it came out sounding like small mammal in distress.  And, I think he may have been impotent.  Ooh, is that going a bit too far maybe?  It would explain a lot.  Both Rudyard Kipling and Kingsley Amis took revenge on old University Professors they had taken a disliking to by making thinly veiled characters of them in their work.  I can dream can’t I?