Thursday, 31 December 2009
"Barack Obama's approval rating at the end of 2009 marks an all-time low for him in the Economist/YouGov poll, and it is the first time more Americans disapprove than approve of the way he is handling his job. Mr Obama began his term with a 61% approval rating, while only 17% of Americans disapproved. As 2009 ends, only 45% approve of the way Mr Obama is handling his job, while 47% now disapprove." - The Economist
...Unfair? Not sure, he has done pretty much nothing, but maybe that's the problem. Conversely, I'd like to see the same for Brown and Sarkozy and plot them against each other.
We all know what christmas does to waistlines. Even for those who aren't that into food, you can't help tucking into endless supplies of alcohol that swill around over the festive period. Well, this hasn't gone unnoticed when it comes to wearing rather restrictive denim.
Unfortunately it doesn't stop there; having spent the majority of the last week reclined in some format, I am now fully rounded at the edges.
It's amazing how one week can cause so much damage. This calls for serious action in January; I'm talking nazi gym routines, zero-tolerance diet plans and a tee-total period extending well into February.
Tuesday, 29 December 2009
State vs Private Education; Round 2
Actually, the comments are just as interesting if you have the time, as the post itself is very one-sided.
It's a topic I'm really interested in because it's actually very complex. I'm biased as I believe in the private sector, however I'm hugely intrigued by the counter argument and, more importantly, what drives it.
Sometimes things happen close to you that you can't help get sucked into. The death of Myles Robinson shouldn't impact me directly, yet I've been gripped on the search for him through what I am shamed to say is an act of gruesome voyeurism. We have friends in common, and the fact he graduated from Newcastle the same time as I did has made things very close to home. I can't comment on him personally, but I was truly deflated to hear his body was found some hours ago.
Sunday, 27 December 2009
One of the reasons I’m so embarrassed by this story is that, for weeks now, I’ve been complaining about how greedy my kids are when it comes to Christmas presents. Ludo has never asked for anything as modest as a light bulb before. On the contrary, he has presented me with endless lists, some stretching to several sides of A4, nearly all of which contain items like “S Box” and “Wee” accompanied by detailed drawings in case he’s spelt them incorrectly. He spent the best part of an afternoon drawing a picture of a “Roket” and then painstakingly explained that it wasn’t supposed to be actual size. He wanted a real rocket, one that could take him to the moon.
The sheer ambition of Ludo’s requests is quite endearing. Clearly, he is still an innocent when it comes to money. Not so my six-year-old daughter. Sasha knows that if she asks for anything costing more than £25 she’s unlikely to get it. Where she goes wrong is in asking for more or less everything in this price bracket. She is so suggestible that she only has to see an advertisement for, say, Hot Wheels Shark Bite Bay (£24.99), and she wants it. And I mean, really, really wants it, as in runs down to my garden office and tells me she must have it. I often thank God that we’re not yet in the era when you can purchase something advertised on television with one click of a button on the remote control. If we were, the ground floor of our house would look like the mail order warehouse for Toys-R-Us.
Some parents don’t allow their children to watch commercial television for precisely this reason, but I’m not sure whether that would make much difference. Sasha would only get to hear about the same “must-have” toys in the playground. When she was four, she came home from school one day and announced she wanted a Nintendo DS for Christmas. My wife asked if she knew what it was since she hadn’t shown any interest in video games before. “Of course I do,” she said. “It’s this really cool machine for making sweets.” We managed to fob her off with a Pez Machine that year.
I’m a typically annoying dad in that I agree beforehand that my wife will be in charge of buying the children’s presents and, after she’s wrapped them up and attached labels saying they’re from both of us, I then go out and buy them additional gifts which I hand over on Christmas Day explaining that they’re “special presents from Dad”. This year, I’ve got Ludo a “Lollipop Factory” (£19.99) which has gone down like a cup of cold sick with Caroline. “There’s nothing I hate more in the world than lollipops,” she says.
The depressing thing about buying your children toys is how little pleasure they get from them. On Christmas Day, they tear off the wrapping paper, glance at the present with barely-concealed disappointment, then immediately move on to the next one. When they finally get round to playing with them, that involves opening the boxes, emptying their contents on to the carpet, and then mixing up all the little bits into a potpourri of multi-coloured plastic. After they’ve gone to bed, I spend several hours on my hands and knees sifting through this pile, trying to put the right bits into the right boxes. As a general rule, you lose about 10 per cent of the detachable parts every time a toy is “played” with.
The worst offender in this respect is Playmobil. Last year, one of Ludo’s godparents bought him the Playmobil Large Pirate Ship (£77.24), a build-it-yourself scale model that consists of over 100 separate parts. Within minutes of Ludo opening it, some of these parts had fallen through the floorboards, others had been kicked under the fridge, while still others were in our one-year-old’s tummy. By the time we’d finished building it, even a bunch of Somali bandits would have turned up their noses at this “pirate ship”. It looked as if it had been stripped bare by Hurricane Katrina.
To date, the most successful present I’ve ever bought is a Thomas the Tank Engine train set. While Magnetix and Moon Sand are still sitting in their boxes, having been played with once and forgotten, the train set is constantly being broken up and reassembled. Ludo has now lost interest in it, but two-year-old Freddie has been gripped by Thomas mania and, in time, I daresay one-year-old Charlie will be, too. My only caveat is to advise against buying battery-operated engines. All three of my sons love nothing more than switching them on, leaving them on their side so the wheels spin round endlessly, and then abandoning them.
My three least favourite words at Christmastime are “Batteries Not Included”. I’m sure if I actually sat down and calculated what my greatest expense was in 2009 the answer would be batteries. If I had half a brain I’d give up journalism entirely in 2010 and start selling the damn things door-to-door. Earlier this year, we rented a cottage from a retired couple living very comfortably in Cornwall. As they were off to the local yacht club one day, pulling a sailboat behind a 4 x 4, I asked them how they’d made their money. “Batteries,” was the reply.
Saturday, 26 December 2009
Times Person of the Year
“Even if a bullet goes through my heart it’s not important. What we’re fighting for is more important. When it comes to taking our stolen rights back we should not hesitate. Everyone is responsible. Each person leaves a footprint in this world.”- Neda Soltan
Thursday, 24 December 2009
Having seen St Trinians 2 this afternoon (stay with me on this one), and naturally developed an unhealthy interest in Tamsin Egerton, I've found out via the ever reliable Wikipedia she lives with her co-star Tallulah Riley in London. I'm looking at becoming their very very friendly neighbour at some stage of my life.
This Evening I...
2. Went for a curry with the boys and ordered the first Korma I've ever seen spelt Kuruma
3. Had too much to drink
4. Talked myself out of getting my head kicked in
5. Saw the fittest girl I've seen in ages *
6. Saw my mate pull said girl
7. Laughed til I cried at a slag with lipstick all over her face
8. Decided the girl in the kebab queue had the best legs in the world *
9. Got shouted at for chasing a pigeon *
10. Came back home and happily watched an episode of The Hills *
* Almost certainly related to point 3.
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Don't take Jeff Stelling on in a football arguement, not only does he know everything, he'll make you look like a fool:
Jeff Stelling: Awful challenge from Javier Mascherano
Phil Thompson: It wasn't that bad
JS: Was it a red card?
PT: Yes, on second look it was a red
JS: So it was bad
PT: No but as usual you went over the top
JS: Well it wasn't me that went over the top, it was Mascherano...
Thursday, 17 December 2009
It's 10:35am on platform 11 at Kings Cross, the December air has a cutting feel to the face and commuters restlessly wait for refuse in the Kings Lynn train. A small, smartly dressed grey-haired woman steps on to the platform to join the queue, chatting to a younger man carrying her bag.
Tuesday, 15 December 2009
Sunday, 13 December 2009
Berlusconi Watch
You know how I said I'd be smiling again this week? Well I am. I've had a good week at work followed by an awesome weekend. This isn't particularly interesting, but I just wanted to prove how quickly things turn around.
This pic was taken of us at our party a couple of months ago. Note my extremely poor effort regarding dress up.
Thursday, 10 December 2009
I've started going to the gym in the mornings again. I don't want to turn into one of those irritating health freaks that talk about how great they feel all the time, but I really do feel awesome.
Gone are the days of turning up to work still half asleep and nights spent tossing and turning. Gone (soon) are the days of fat backs and muffin-tops in those slightly bullish jeans. Hopefully, gone are the days of slight 'moob' definition in t-shirts.
So, now I embark on another ferocious journey into pinching those inches.
Monday, 7 December 2009
Sunday, 6 December 2009
Update: Answer in!:
"The average weight for a 5 foot 11 inch male with a medium frame is 154-166 pounds. By this standard, you would have to lose at least 27 pounds."
I think it was the 'at least' that stung the most, but I'll take this on board. Thanks AQA (you total and utter bastard)!
Saturday, 5 December 2009
"She writes these catchy, feel-good electro-pop tunes that go down a storm in clubs, but then talks a load of impenetrable art bollocks in interviews. Her heroes are the utterly predictable Andy Warhol, David Bowie, Madonna, Grace Jones, and of course she claims to be a “performance artist” rather than a singer. Don’t they all?"
- Lynn Barber on Lady Gaga
Friday, 4 December 2009
This is the draw for Englands World Cup campaign unless you haven't seen it. I don't want to tempt fate, but if we can't beat these chumps we don't deserve to be there. The only danger is, people may play for a vital draw against us, which could cause all sorts of trouble. Anyway, too much analysis.
Monday, 30 November 2009
Sunday, 29 November 2009
Friday, 27 November 2009
The British empire brought many great things to the world. One of those things was a world of international sport. Unfortunately, we're not the best anymore, especially not at rugby. If I hadn't won the lottery of life and been born English, I would've wanted to be Kiwi, pretty much just because of the All Blacks and their Haka war dance.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
What makes a good education?
Monday, 23 November 2009
I'm a purist when it comes to a lot of things, and when it comes to covering songs, rarely do the covers do them justice. It annoys me when people don't attribute the original artist (don't even get me started on the rap version of Elton John's Tiny Dancer).
Having seen Susan "SuBo" Boyle murder Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones, I have to give them their space to show her up.
Pure genuis.
Sunday, 22 November 2009
1. Walk Jog Run
Using Walk Jog Run, you can map your running route before or after you've done it and precisely map your distances. Not only that, you can see suggested routes from other members in your area taking into account the terrain and ease of the run. Knowing where you need to go before setting out can make your run painless. Fair enough if you know your patch like the back of your had, but if you're like me and move every couple of years this site can really help.
2. TED
TED was introduced to me through a friend, and it is totally amazing for the inner-geek in you. If you're interested in innovation, the scope of the human race, the advancement of intellectual ideas or generally what's going on at the cutting edge of global research...click on the link immediately. The format is basically a library of short talks, ranging from 5 minutes to half an hour on a broad range of topics. Some are bound to bore you, and I don't pretend to have browsed every area, but I would be shocked if nothing appeals to you.
3. BBC iPlayer
OK, hardly the world's best kept secret, but a great website that most of the other channels have copied in some form. You can watch anything from the last two weeks that you've missed or forgotten to record. Winner.
4. Jamie Oliver Online
I'm not Jamie Oliver's biggest fan, but I like the format of his online recipes. They seem pretty easy to follow and they don't use ridiculous ingredients that some people like to show off with. If I have to go further than my local supermarket for most of them I just won't bother. My search for tahini the first time I made houmous was absurd. Ironically, it was actually stocked at my local supermarket, but I couldn't find it. Nevertheless, Jamie's website is pretty good and has some interactive features to liven up the idea of cooking rather just a list of vague instructions.
5. TimesOnline
Saturday, 21 November 2009
Whatever your political persuasion, people should always respect effort and commitment. The decade Mr Blair had in power was obviously challenging. This montage of his final day is not only funny but emotional. It's difficult not to feel a warm sensation at 5.15 with his final, slightly wobbly words. Enjoy.
Thursday, 19 November 2009
Every day, I take the tube to work. As you might imagine of a routine, there are various constants, from the bus drivers smoking outside the depot to the cat perched on the garden wall. We are creatures of habit, and more or less everyday I meet the same people on the tube platform, in our same spots waiting for the same train. We have a mute community. Nobody dares break the silence but we recognise each other, share knowing smirks at abnormalities and for the first time today I saw an act of samaritan proportion.
A regular (obviously nameless, yet he looks like a Steve) left the carriage - and his umbrella - at South Kensington. The rain in London has been unusually absent in recent weeks, which is perhaps why Steve forgot that, today, he was accompanied by his umbrella.
Without second thought, a fellow regular darted out of the carriage with Steve's umbrella, knowing full well he'd forfeit his prized seat and, no doubt, his efforts and getting to the office early. The doors hissed closed as they are accustomed to. Everyone smiled.
Sadly, for every act of kindness there must go one hundred lost items. I've always wondered where all these items go when collected. I had visions of endless warehouses of bizarre things stacked 20ft high, like something from Raiders of the Lost Ark. I saw this list of staff favourites today, from TFL:
1.Two and half hundredweight of sultanas
2.Breast Implants
3.Theatrical coffin
4.Stuffed eagle
5.14-foot long boat
6.Garden Slide
7.Jar of bull's sperm
8.Urn of ashes
9.Vasectomy kit
10.Two human skulls in a bag
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
Monday, 16 November 2009
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Sunday, 25 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Who says we don't have a God of the Gaps philosophy?
Sunday, 11 October 2009
This is England.
Monday, 5 October 2009
Thursday, 1 October 2009
So, fingers crossed for this Saturday; keep them crossed until May.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Monday, 28 September 2009
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Friday, 18 September 2009
Thursday, 17 September 2009
If you're going to have a go, spit at the disgraceful discrimination, 'solution' and rampant war crime. Just don't touch the tailoring.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Tuesday, 15 September 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Saturday, 12 September 2009
Friday, 11 September 2009
Thursday, 10 September 2009
Wednesday, 9 September 2009
England 5 - 1 Croatia
Sunday, 6 September 2009
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Friday, 4 September 2009
"It’s a five-can day today,” my friend Naomi Stern tells me over the phone. We both know what she means — in fact I can almost hear the click-hiss of her first Diet Coke of the morning. And she’s not unique: last year Britons on average guzzled 97.3 litres of carbonated drinks each, a third of them sugar-free. According to the analysts Zenith International, Diet Coke is the bestseller in that market “by some margin”.
Diet Coke, which has been around since 1983, is our acceptable addiction. Its fans claim that it gives them a lift, seemingly without any downside.And it’s not as if it’s going to make you fat: each 330ml can has only half a calorie. What harm can it do?
Stern is meticulously healthy in every aspect of her life — scanning ingredients lists, buying only organic produce, visiting the gym five times a week without fail — and describes Diet Coke as her only vice: “I have no idea what’s in it. To be honest I’d rather not know. I just love the idea that it’s calorie-free. It’s my guilt-free treat.”
That “diet” word is clearly a key factor. We know that fizzy drinks aren’t good for us, yet the loyalty to Diet Coke is strong. What secret ingredient is it that keeps us hooked?
First up is carbonated water; nothing much to see there. Then we get to colour — caramel E150d; an E number, but not one of the ones deemed undesirable by the Food Standards Agency (FSA). The next items are the artificial sweeteners aspartame and acesulfame K. These are controversial, having been linked to everything from depression to brain tumours and other cancers.
But European Commission studies in 2001 and 2006 found no proof for this. And Coca-Cola GB insists: “The scientific evidence is overwhelming; aspartame is not linked to adverse health effects.” The FSA nonetheless recommends that the average adult drink no more than 14 cans of sugar-free drink a day.
“There may be no evidence that artificial sweeteners are harmful but they are the reason I avoid diet drinks,” Mark Porter, theTimes doctor, says. “They have lots of synthetic chemicals and taste awful. I would advise avoiding the caffeine in these drinks altogether, or limiting your intake to no more than four cans of diet cola, if you are pregnant or have underlying problems like anxiety, insomnia and palpitations.”
Ah yes, caffeine; I was wondering where our little 4pm friend was in this equation. Diet Coke hardly packs a punch with its meagre 43mg per can, less than half the amount you would find in a typical shot of espresso. “You get a bigger hit from a couple of squares of dark chocolate or a cup of green tea,” says Alison Duker, the founder of www.eatbetter.co.uk, “although the caffeine in Diet Coke is absorbed more quickly because it’s mixed with phosphoric and citric acids.” The high speed hit may well explain why so many feel reliant on it.
Acids: doesn’t sound good. “If we could grow new tooth enamel we’d have nothing to worry about,” says Mohit Khurana, who runs his own dental practice and lectures at Liverpool University: “But we need to be careful of anything that weakens tooth enamel. Don’t sip slowly, have them with food so your saliva can best cope with the acid attack and don’t brush within an hour of drinking, when enamel is at its weakest.”
But it’s not just our teeth that we need to protect from acid. “There’s a growing body of evidence that too much acid causes loss of bone density,” says Antonia Adeniji, a nutritionist at the British College of Osteopathic Medicine. “Our body balances the acid with alkali, from foods like fruit and vegetables. If you are not getting enough of those then the body will take calcium from your bones.” Food for thought when half of all women are affected by osteoporosis.
Clearly it’s not the caffeine-packed rocket fuel we thought. Nor is there anything specifically addictive in its ingredients. Yet it still exerts a pull over its legion of fans. “I just love my little can of chemicals,” says Stern. And she’s far from alone.
Daniel Finkelstein ’fesses up on fizz
My name is Daniel Finkelstein. And I am a Diet Coke addict. I adhere to the ten steps programme. The first nine steps involve getting you to mind your own business. The tenth is to open another can.
I am told that a Diet Coke habit is the last acceptable addiction. You could have fooled me.
I don’t drink alcohol, coffee or tea. I don’t smoke. And I have never taken an illegal drug. But I do like a cool refreshing can, just for the taste. Actually, a number of cans. Or even, in the right convivial setting, with the right food, a 2-litre bottle.
I am not bothering anybody else. Drinking doesn’t lead me to reel out into the street singing Football’s Coming Home.
I have never punched someone for staring at my bird. Nobody is going to die from passive Diet Coke drinking caused by me imbibing near by. The most that happens is that the caffeine makes me tap the floor with my right foot while another columnist is trying to concentrate.
So you would think that my Diet Coke and I were hardly ever mentioned. That I was allowed to drink in peace. I am sorry to disillusion you. My family bring it up. But that’s all right. They are allowed to.
They are worried that it might be harming me and I appreciate their concern. I do occasionally (ever so nicely, you know me) point out that it would be better if they produced evidence to back up their fear. But generally I put up with it. I even stock caffeine-free Diet Coke at home, to make everyone feel more comfortable.
What surprises me are the people who have no proprietorial interest in my health but hate fizzy drinks. If I ever write about Diet Coke these people write to me in droves. They tell me how awful my habit is, how it is bound to kill me. They urge different drinks upon me, send me scientific papers (which peter out without proving anything) and suggest that I go cold turkey. I have no idea why they care. I have decided to take it as a compliment.