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Muslim anger grows at Pope speech

Are people’s (supposedly) passionately held religious beliefs so fragile that they can’t cope with a bit of dreary waffle from the other camp? I guess we’re back to the Danish cartoon thing again, aren’t we? I wonder how much of the Muslim anger has been cynically whipped up by travelling clerics this time.

I mean, come on, it’s the Pope. Why get so worked up about something he says? Us non-Muslims don’t take a blind bit of notice of anything he says. Just remember the maxim…

“sticks and stones may break my bones, but racist, sexist, homophobic anachronisms cannot hurt me” :-)

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Hungary in pictures

As mentioned a few days ago, we recently went to Hungary. I’ve now edited the 260 photos down to a “for the family” set and an even smaller “for everyone else, particularly those with short attention spans” set. The latter is here…

Hungary photoset on Flickr

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Old Lady snoozes at the seaside

I haven’t written anything substantial about the match-fixing scandal that gripped Italian football for most of the summer. While the trials were underway, I had plenty to write about the World Cup and, to be honest, I couldn’t have kept up with the steady stream of new evidence, conflicting reports and legal appeals. I just watched with interest, wishing that my team (AC Fiorentina) weren’t implicated.

I still don’t know enough to comment at any length, but there was something so wonderfully, poetically KARMIC about prime culprit Juventus’ first match in Serie B since being forcibly relegated…

Rimini 1 – 1 Juventus (report from the Guardian)

With Fiorentina at the bottom of Serie A, their 19-point penalty still undented after an opening-day defeat to Internazionale, I’m hardly in a position to gloat, but… this gloating opportunity is far too good to miss!

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Magyarország

Got back yesterday after a holiday in Hungary… just under a week in Budapest and then a couple of days in Esztergom, a town on the “Danube Bend”. To summarise in one sentence, I really, REALLY recommend visiting Hungary.

Like plenty of other central European cities (Prague, Vienna, Berlin) Budapest is always going to be worth visiting purely for its historical significance, and several parts of it resemble both Prague and Vienna (although I only know the latter from photos) in appearance. Magnificent coffee-houses that make a laughing stock of the high prices and poor products of the Starbucks-alikes in our profit-crazed corporate world… solid yet graceful bridges calmly spanning vast, sweeping rivers… opera houses and royal palaces peering aristocratically from their hilltop vantage points… tree-lined boulevards with trams, food stalls and cosmopolitan bustle. It’s that grand mid-1800s central European look.

To me, all of that makes for a Damn Good Holiday. I’m not interested in beaches, anything requiring the word “resort” or even the general concept of “getting away from it all”. Walking/outdoors holidays are great, but I like to have easy access to some sort of village/town life as well, so areas such as our Lake District are ideal for satisfying that requirement. For trips abroad, I’m happiest exploring towns and cities.

Esztergom gave us a chance to see a little bit more of the country, beyond the obvious capital-centric tourist stuff. It’s still a popular place, both as a long-standing religious focal point for the country and in general as a beautifully preserved old town, but the pace of life is noticeably slower than in the capital… driven more by the demands of local life than by tourism and commerce. To get there, we took the five-hour boat trip up the Danube, rather than the ninety-minute train route… it’s a leisurely way to watch the landscape changing, from Budapest’s flat surroundings to the more mountainous areas around the Slovakian border.

Overall, though, what really impressed me was the general “feel” of Hungary. It’s all very easy-going and relaxed, from the bars and restaurants to the churches and museums. There’s no presriptive attitude to tourist enjoyment… just do whatever you want, when you want. The cheap prices are great (most things cost about 50% of the London equivalent) but what’s even better is the extra level of care, service and attention to detail. So many people were prepared to go that little bit further, rather than doing the bare minimum in an attempt to maximise profit, as you see so often here in the UK.

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Flight 613 for Moronistan now boarding at Gate 3…

UK tourists stage mutiny over Asian passengers

Even after all the talk of ID cards, CIA “rendition” flights, Guantánamo and the like, this is one of the most frightening domestic news stories I’ve heard in a long time. When even the Daily Mail reports the story without a hint of anti-Muslim spin, you know something is very wrong. It’s one thing for a government to create policies that marginalise and oppress minority groups, but when members of the general public conspire, of their own volition, to act upon this ridiculous paranoia… well, we’re one step closer to Kristallnacht.

From the Independent’s report…

The men unnerved others waiting for the flight when they were overheard speaking in what was thought to be Arabic.

*Thought* to be Arabic. It might have been Turkish. It might have been Maltese. It might have been Farsi, Urdu or Sylheti. To particularly untrained ears (which seems likely in this case, given the brains involved) even Hebrew could potentially be mistaken for Arabic. Mr British Bulldog Bigot is not a discerning customer, as Jyoti Mishra points out…

You’ve got the whole country on the edge of hysteria, being fearful of any brown person who happens not to be speaking English in the plane seat next to them. The people on this plane couldn’t even work out if the men were Asian or Middle Eastern, that’s the astounding level of ignorance behind this racist debacle.

Or, for that matter, any number of peoples who might have dark skin and black beards… Brazilian, perhaps?

[EDIT: Another good response from Chris at qwghlm]

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Prescott in “absolutely spot on” shocker!

I don’t know whether it’s a sign of new-found confidence after discovering his inner cowboy, but John Prescott seems to be talking a lot of sense today.

Or is it the monkey/typewriter thing? Record his random burblings for long enough and there’s a statistical certainty that he’ll eventually say “Look Tony, everyone in the cabinet thinks your special friend George is a complete moron”.

I’d always seen Prescott as northern club comedian, trapped in the body of a fake politician. I was convinced that it was only a matter of time before we’d see him at a press conference, looking oddly confused before blurting out: “Now, my mother-in-law… she’s SO FAT”. But with lines like this, maybe he’s actually a mid-80s alternative comedian trapped in the body of a fake politician. “I tell you, my live-in partner’s mother is SO THIN, because she’s a cruelly exploited member of Thatcher’s disenfranchised working class”…

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The right to argue

More sensible stuff from Henry Porter in yesterday’s Observer…

The land of the free – but free speech is still a rare commodity

“… we should think of free speech as an article of faith, as one of the ways that we define our civilisation against the forces that were to be unleashed on us this week, as well as the influences that stifle criticism of Israel and so enable the disgraceful actions in south Lebanon.”

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New music – “Dreams of the Old Country”

The most recent task over at the Guitar Collective involved composing a piece around a set melody. Now, while it would have been easy to make assumptions about the most appropriate context for this melody (it was written by our Argentinian member, Leandro) I tried to clear my head of any stylistic preconceptions. As it turned out, I started thinking there was something jazzy about it and wrote a chord progression to work in a slow ballad setting, but then started to hear something Balkan/Klezmer about it. Refusing to be frozen by indecision for once in my life, I decided to do both versions and, er… glue them together. ;-)

Dreams of the Old Country (3.3MB mp3)

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FilmFour on Freeview

Now that’s what I call good news!

In this household’s occasional ruminations upon whether we could justify paying for a subscription-based cable or satellite TV service, FilmFour represented the main motivation for doing so (along with the Italian football, since its departure from Channel Four). However, the obstacle was always my fundamental opposition to subscription TV… I refuse to pay upwards of £15 per month in order to buy the right to *then* pay additionally for channels I want to watch. If the whole thing was truly “pay per view”, based on single payments for major sporting events (or even single films) or subscriptions for individual channels, I’d be all too willing to sign up, but I’m not paying for a load of “free” channels I’m never going to watch.

(Obviously, I’m already paying a subscription of sorts via the BBC licence fee, but I’m talking specifically about commercial channels here.)

But lo… a golden ray of hope amid the dumbed-down cheapness and corporate sponsorship. The free-to-air relaunch of FilmFour coincides perfectly with the sad end of the weekly “Director’s Chair” feature at my local cinema, a rare alternative to the usual “free overhyped blockbuster with every kilo of junk food purchased”. Watching films on the small screen is never ideal, but it’s better than nowt, and there’s still the good old NFT for the proper cinema experience, as well as the really unusual stuff that they’ll never show on FilmFour.

The cynic in me would probably wonder if all this is just a PR stunt, building viewer loyalty in preparation for some as-yet-unnannounced revolution in subscription TV. For the moment, though, I’m making the most of it and keeping my cynicism at bay!

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How privatised utilities work, part 347

I recently switched my Gas and Electricity suppliers, choosing a dual-fuel deal (with “green electricity”) from Scottish Power in favour of my previous contracts with Npower and Ecotricity. The reasons for this were twofold… I’d recently received a price increase notification from Npower and Ecotricity were being rather coy about giving me precise details of their tariffs. Anyway, it’s easy enough to switch, so when you find a decent deal, you might as well take advantage.

So when I received the usual confirmation phone call from Npower today, I expected it to be the usual box-ticking exercise… “We’re sorry to hear you’re leaving us. No problems? Just the prices? Goodbye then, sir”. Instead, I got this…

NPOWER: Did you actually check to make sure we weren’t the cheapest?
ME: Yes, I did all the comparisons on uswitch

NPOWER: Well, if you do decide to come back to us, just give us a call, because some of these companies are putting up their prices and there are more price rises to come…
ME (piqued): Yeah, that’s exactly why I’m leaving Npower. I got your price rise letter.
NPOWER: No, you can’t have done. We’re not raising our prices.
ME: I did. I got a letter.
NPOWER: No, that’s your direct debit amount. Our prices aren’t going up. They changed in May.

We eventually agreed to differ, although I was annoyed that I didn’t have the letter to hand. I managed to find it and sure enough, it states the following…

Your new prices from 1st July 2006 will be:
Unit rate, up to and including 4572 kWh per year – 3.639p (up from 3.165p)
Unit rate, over 4572 kWh per year – 2.047p (up from 1.691p)

Ha! I do like to be proved right. A letter to the Guardian’s consumer column, I think…

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