Chargers

I'm closer to making an American Football team decision. Yes, I'm ignoring advice, previous deliberations, random chance, all of it.

But that's today; who knows what 'tomorrow' will drop into my lap‽

So.

Who?

And why?

The San Diego Chargers!

We-eeelll…

I first visited the USA in 1992. We landed first at JFK, swapped 'planes then flew in to San Diego - our coach tour's starting point. I actually saw Jack Murphy Stadium; amongst many other attractions the city had to offer.

Now as far as my desire to pick a crap team, one with a promising future but a recently abysmal past… I might settle for mediocrity in the short term.

The Chargers are as near as dammit a lifetime 8-8 team. Not a bad feat for a team founded in 1960; and the embodiment of the League's desire for parity across the League.

Yeah.

No.

Maybe.

And rivalries, always back to rivalries. One in particular against a certain city's team, a team of which I know a small number of fans.

Chiefs fans, they are.

It'll be great!

Or car-crash.

Europe

I've read a lot of pro- and anti-Europe opinion pieces. I've read all the literature that's come through our letterbox. There's an inescapable conclusion to be made after a period of reflection. And here it is.

It's all guesswork.

No-one knows what will happen if we Brits leave the European Union. That's no-one knows.

I don't mind the scaremongering: highlighting the inevitable lack of border controls, loss of political and policy control, a likely increase in our contributions as less-well-off countries join Europe, the deals allowing foreign companies to sue to establish privately-run footholds in currently state-owned services… Scaremongering is, after all, what we pay our politicians for. What I do mind is the sunny picture being painted, of the benefits greatly outweighing the negatives were we to leave. Guesswork, all of it, based on our past.

It's utterly pointless looking backwards to a time when Britain was actually great, to a time when we ran the known world - at least the world that other European nations didn't control.

It's pointless looking back at a time Great Britain made stuff that was exported all over the world; essential items that no-one else in the world could make, or at least make well. Our very real contribution to the Industrial Revolution is indeed something of which we can be justly proud.

We gave it all away. Processes, designs, specific inventions that grease the wheels of world industry; we relinquished a very real control at a time we had sway over vast numbers of far-flung nations, an authority over those 'backward' folks. Sure it was the authority of the gun, club and bayonet, but hey, we punched way above our weight, and we can do it again right! But, as the rights of the 'indigenous' people correctly became more important than our colonialism, we lost that control. It must have been utterly humiliating for the politicians of the day.

The Twentieth Century was perhaps the era of biggest change, at least as far as benefiting the average Briton. Healthcare improved beyond recognition thus life expectancy rose, personal wealth rose, the welfare state protected those unable to look after themselves, the rights of the common man were improved immeasurably - a template for the rest of the world to build upon. We rebuilt after the deprivation of the Second World War, suffered greatly through rationing until we emerged, victorious again!

Ok, our contributions to world peace and stability were obviously misguided, a side-effect of both being on the winning side in those 2 World Wars and those prominent rose-tinted spectacles. We probably meant well.

We don't have to look backwards too far to figure out when things started to go wrong with the British economy. British politicians decided it was pointless trying to improve the lives of other British people by ensuring a stable working environment and making things the rest of the world wanted. So we simply gave up.

Making things better than the rest of the world is hard. Why bother? Far better to invite bankers to do business here, to concentrate on making things attractive for service industries, filmmakers, motor racing car designers, makers of killing machines…

Killing machines; we've a proud history of making those at least. And jet engines, hovercraft, vacuum cleaners. Er… ok, bad examples, those 3. How about textile machines, motors, ships, trains, cars, aeroplanes, computers, televisions, tyres, er… Oops!

I've seen videos 'explaining' how things will be better once we can negotiate our own trade agreements, free from the shackles of European regulation. Good luck with that, if we're trading with firms in European countries that are bound (emotive word?) by European regulations. Or ISO standards.

Good luck trying to negotiate a trade deal with next US political administration; either the mercurial (I'm being kind) or the known. The USA, rightly in my view, isn't known for its generosity towards other nations when so much is wrong at home. Major industries shuttered or mothballed as cheaper foreign competition bites. It's going to be the same here, us versus our European neighbours. And vs China. And vs the rest of the world. All of it. Back-of-the-queue-Britain.

Really, what have we to offer that can't be done cheaper elsewhere? Take a long hard look at numbers, probabilities. Ignore those who promise it will simply be 'better', that we can return to the nation of Saint George, Boudicca, King Arthur, that guy who was the nominal boss before the Normans took over, Chamberlain, Churchill, and all the others who made a difference when it comes to an understanding of what it is to be British.

English actually. That's what all this is about. Nationalism.

It's easy to invoke a pride in one's nationality, to remind the great unwashed masses that we've always been a nation capable of triumphing against insurmountable odds. Easy.

Insurmountable odds like The Charge of The Light Brigade, Dunkirk, The Battle of The Somme… Yeah, you know where this is going. The point is this; those were much, much simpler times. There was a defined objective, not many variables, the path the opposition would take could be predicted, to a degree. You'll have heard of, or know a little about both Chaos Theory and Game Theory already so I won't bother explaining here.

Ah, but the competition were still learning their trades.

Everyone's guessing what will happen if we exit Europe. Guessing; there's no other way of dressing this up. Those pro-exit are either amped up on nationalistic fervour and hope their persuasiveness will carry us through, or sufficiently well-off to be insulated from it.

Me, yeah, I know where I stand. I haven't a clue!

What I have is a cautious approach. I've 2 young daughters so I've a father's concern that my actions now will have a direct result on their futures. Its entirely silly to think like that; their future is out of my hands. Its everyone else with definite opinions, those with an unshakable belief that their exit vote will make us great again, that will guide us in a month's time.

If it goes wrong, it's probable that most already past retirement age won't see the worst of the fallout. Heck, if things play out like I'm imagining it won't be a pleasant world as the various trade blocs realign in a external market tariff-laden but 'buy local' fashion. It natural. Besides, no matter how much we don't want it to happen, the Far East is indeed emerging as the world's economic powerhouse. Er… It's emerged.

Incidentally, I read something yesterday, a rebuttal of one part of the exit camp's trade arguments. Our re-taking of our World Trade Organisation seat once we're out of Europe. We've been WTO members since 1995, have that and another swat due to our European position. If only people fact-checked before jumping to conclusions. It takes seconds, minutes at most to; yet why research, why study when faith works just as well and is quicker to boot!

Speaking of studying stuff, students (young people) - in theory the most likely to vote to remain - are up against it. Polling day is outside term time, see. The advice is to register to vote in 2 locations (family home and halls/digs) if undecided where you'll be on the day. A recent poll indicated most students don't seem to know when Polling day is though! Surely not someone's cunning plan. Surely not. No.

One final thing, ok, set of things. I keep seeing people's worst-case scenarios. You know, those where we take a few years to establish even better trade links with the world, where the British economy carries on at the same level as now then improves and we become great again, free from the shackles of oppressive regulation and crippling financial contributions. Some expert sits in front of a Parliamentary committee and says it's it's going to be great, guarantees it.

Why people still trust people who stand behind a teleprompter and pretend they can see into the future; still trust people who've spent a lifetime convincing others that their philosophy is best, better than that other party's or their own party's factions; still trust those who've presided over or been a party to scandal after scandal, and who either express mock outrage or seem immune from retribution - it saddens me.

I'm not advocating a revolution, a British Spring. Far from it. I'm simply wondering why objectivity doesn't matter any more.

I'm scared.

What are we actually good at, better than anyone else by a sufficient margin to guarantee sustainability?

I really don't KNOW.

That's why I'm scared.

NFL team chooser

This week, at work, I started the process of choosing an NFL team to follow. I've been here before. Not too many times in recent years, thankfully, but I have more motivation this time around.

It's 12 years since I was last serious about the sport of American Football. Lives intervened.

Besides, such is the active lifespan of a profession sportsman - especially an American Football player - I'm guessing that everyone I knew of at that time will have retired.

Messy thought processes follow immediately:

Rather than begin the search this time by grappling with rivalries between the teams of people I know, I decided to apply a bit of lateral thinking; I asked Google for advice!

"nfl team chooser" is the search criterion I employed. A sensible starting point. I'd hoped to be guided by question and answer sessions and I was not disappointed.

Now, the first 3 pages of results provided me with 15 usable sites, or at least choices.

The company's IT infrastructure firewalled the tenth hit as 'tasteless', and the 2 random selection processes picked the Giants (discounted immediately, because reasons.)

I answered a good number of questions on the sites; some general 'what's your favourite colour' through questions assuming trivial general Football knowledge, to team balance and squad selection. Some I'll freely admit I had to guess at - especially those needing current squad knowledge; I get only 1/2 hour for lunch, and the season's approaching fast!

I got a list. A list of 12 teams.

Rather than list 'em here I'll simply mention I applied a simple statistical analysis: tallying by Conference and Division. Simple. None in NFC South; one each in AFC East and North, NFC North; two each in AFC South, West, NFC East; three in the NFC West.

Interesting, that last one. I'd been mulling over choosing the all-new LA Rams - the only team in that division not picked by my scientific* approach. I was a fan of the 49ers not long after I started watching the sport. I looked forward to seeing their Super Bowl 'Threepeat'. When they failed me I needed another team.

An underdog!

The Cowboys' preceding 1-15 season made my choice easy. I watched the Jerrys' team go all the way. Satisfying, that.

I did other things too, about which I've previously blogged.

Ok, this is where things get complicated!

Here.

We had visitors at work all this week. From Topeka. Kansas. USA.

Yeah. They were united in their recommendation:

The. Kansas. City. Chiefs!

I'll be honest, I'd never really considered supporting AFC teams. The pre-champion Bills and Broncos both came closest.

Underdogs both, see.

So, a toss-up between 2 teams: The Los Angeles (recently ex-St Louis Missouri) Rams, or the Kansas City (Missouri again!) Chiefs?

The Rams are currently rubbish though their move might, in time, fix that. The Chiefs are currently quite good, thus might automatically disqualify themselves.

I need a set of playoff rules. Would a whole season be appropriate? A period of observation, hoping I can choose at the end.

September to January. 32 games, though my choice will likely be made much earlier - a performance-related bonus. Playoffs would be pleasing but hey, I'll be happy enough if I last the course.

One big thing; the Topeka guys mentioned sending me a Chiefs Jersey. A great gesture, one I definitely appreciate even if it doesn't happen. Why? They started a train of thought, and that's better than any outsize sporting garment!

As, potentially, the newest fan they know I'm already aware that chaos theory will inevitably make an unwelcome appearance. Whilst I wouldn't necessarily object being the group scapegoat (I am, after all, thousands of miles away) a 'No pressure' existence suits me better.

At least for season 1. I'll need time to acclimatise.

But indecision is easy. A tiebreaker might be needed.

So now, finally, to bitter rivalries. Which team's fans harbour the strongest, burningest, most long-standingest hatred for the Chiefs‽

A rhetorical question? Nope.

Tomita

Isao Tomita bought an early Moog synthesiser in the early-nineteen-seventies; created the delightful album 'Snowflakes Are Dancing' - of Debussy's music - and released it in 1974. It was done the hard way - recording one-note-at-a-time.

Seminal, groundbreaking, etc. Look it up. Really.

My uncle bought the album; I listened to it over and over, played on a Radiogram. A lovely, mellifluous sound. We inherited the vinyl collection when my uncle and auntie passed away.

Unfortunately we sold it all as the digital age intervened, the lack of convenience made the bulky collection quickly obsolete. Or so we thought. It'd be worth a fortune now. We thought the same about audio cassettes too. The CD, DVD and its derivatives will go the same way, of that I've no doubt.

Last year I repurchased Snowflakes Are Dancing. Or, more accurately, bought it for the first time. My first time.

Headphones on, volume elevated; it's, if not pure joy, at least an unmeasurable pleasure. I can't think of suitably superlative adjectives. There's something missing though.

Digital perfection? Pah, it's overrated!

Tomita, RIP and thanks.

Incidental: yes, I am that old.

3 Wolves Shirt

Last week I ordered a shirt. Not just any shirt, but a shirt of power, a shirt of mystical significance, a shirt to spark and fulfil dreams. It arrived last Thursday, the shirt I blogged about last week did. Yes.

So far:

  • Even before it arrived, we got new neighbours,
  • The shirt arrived,
  • Thursday's takeaway dinner arrived 1/2 hour early,
  • Paid for by my wife,
  • It was lovely,
  • My wife's been looking sideways at me every time I wear it,
  • And sniggering.

(As I start this post I am wearing the shirt; this sniggering, it's not a normal day here!)

Um…

Not much else to report really.

The shirt size, it runs a little large. This 'Large' is a bit baggy, feels a bit like I'm wearing a dress. A large, purple, tie-dyed dress with a front bearing an artistic design depicting 3 Wolves howling at the moon.

Um…

Tomorrow, as they say, is another day. I'd promised to wear it the shirt at work last Friday; it's dress-down on Fridays.

I could not.

It's not large, purple, tie-dyed with a front bearing 3 Wolves howling at the moon dress-down Friday.

I've an open mind, no-one would comment unfavourably, would they.

I've an open mind.

Ohhh no I haven't!

Maybe I should wash the thing, maybe its magic is activated somehow by the action of water, washing powder and agitation.

Hmmm…

And if it shrinks in the wash, hey…

Three Wolves Moon

My boss wore a work-commemorative T-shirt all day today; as these things do it got me thinking about life-changing events.

I made the first step today towards changing mine.

Not acknowledging a suppressed mid-life crisis, not starting a life of crime or male modelling (despite the incessant demands to), not even thinking of dressing on the other side, no.

So, whilst at work I ordered a Three Wolf Moon t-shirt from Amazon, yes.

It arrives sometime tomorrow and, though I may not have time to wash and dry it prior to dress-down Friday, I nevertheless intend to wear it.

Now, if anything I've read about the power inherent in the shirts is true, however minuscule its effects are for me… it's fair to say I'm expecting great things.

After a reasonably productive day I arrived home.

Heck, we have new neighbours!

It's started.

Loony

I've not decided which way, or if, I'll vote in the UK's local elections this week. A long standing Liberal Democrat I can't really see past the local candidate's pledge (if it is that) to provide the town with a theatre.

Er…

My upper school had a well-used theatre in the nineteen seventies, it's still used today. There are more important things to spend money on.

To be fair to him, he's not a local resident; previously a councillor in another district, he's probably unaware of much outside his area, and - and I'm guessing here - would rather have the theatre in the being-regenerated town centre.

Guessing.

No, with 2 days before the poll no day we've yet again had no leaflets spelling out LibDem hopes and dreams. Again to be fair my recent post slagging 'em off for a lack of info. at the local news site was addressed; all the candidates have' pitches' up. It's a start.

So, a post entitled 'Loony'?

I'd better see who else is up for election this time; you never know, someone might prove themselves worthy of…

<tumbleweed>

Toilets

Last weekend we went to Edinburgh, stopped 2 nights, had a really good time. I counted over 29,000 steps for the trip, feel better for it; a successful weekend all round.

Incidentally, allowing for her growth since our last city excursion, daughter 2 will have walked around 37,000 steps. We bowed to her request this time, caught a bus for at least a part of our look around the city!

On the way home…

We stop at a motorway services. I need a pee so visit the gents. Washing hands afterwards (fastidious, me) I get a handful of the fluffy soap and place my hand under the automatic tap.

Nothing.

Wave it about, touch the spot I imagine the sensor should be… Nothing. Ok, let's try the one to my left…

Same again.

Man to my left looks over, amused. "Is it me," I say, "I can see my reflection in the mirror; not a vampire." He laughs and leaves, thank goodness. I move left yet again, place my hand carefully. Success!

This morning at work I washed my hands after a, er… (sadly a warm seat this time.) I used the drier. Nice and warm. Lovely and warm in fact. "Oh yes…" I said, out loud, just as the dryer stopped.

I'd thought I had the gents to myself.

Wrong.

Snuffles wrong!

"Oh no," I said to myself and exited sharply, hoping I'd not been heard.

Liberal

Cake. Pies. Pizza. Good wishes… Every time we have a birthday at work we colleagues get the benefit of the celebrant's largesse; it's great.

Yesterday's and today's celebrations put my recent kilogramme of biscuits to shame: yesterday 3 large pre-sliced cakes; today pies, pizza, chicken nuggets, other foodstuffs, and the remains of yesterday's cakes!

At the 10am daily brew time I chanced an arm - being Queen Elizabeth II's 90th birthday it seemed appropriate to alert the birthday boy thus: "Brew time ma'am!" I curtseyed too. Badly though, I'm out of practice.

It was received well.

I found a personal limit yesterday; 9 pieces of cake, sized small as they were, is indeed too much.

Perhaps I should have used the title 'plentiful', a good couple of days.

Conservative

I hold a healthy amount of respect for our local Conservative councillors: approachable, local people; all with local interests at heart. All turn out to community-organised events. If not pillars of our community then friends of it, with a deep understanding of what makes it tick.

At a national level though, Conservatives seem completely, irredeemably, incompetent. If not morally-bankrupt, they're providing us with a useful template, a solid foundation for future generations to build misery on.

Speaking of foolish people, my life tends to run along a series of streaks. 'Cold Toilet Seat' and 'Blogging' are just 2 I could mention. Here's a good one though:

Days I haven't made a complete arse of myself: 0.

It reset today.

(Not telling.)