Edinburgh Photos…

The March –

in The Meadows –

next to the Grayfriars Bobbie pub (a regular flyering zone during the Fringe) –

looking back from The Royal Mile –

the white band snakes its way down to Prince’s Street –

Didn’t manage to meet up with many people I knew that were there – some some St Luvvie’s, but didn’t see Andrew and Lynsey or Jyoti who were there too. However, I did find Gareth and Jane –

Now, these t-shirts were confusing –

…I thought Franciscans took a vow of poverty??? Were there also Franciscans against Chastity and Obedience? Nuns For Promiscuity? Bishops for Swearing? Trappists for a good ole’ chat? Very odd…

This MPH banner on Edinburgh Castle was great to see – it was about a hundred feet long –

and finally, my favourite street in Edinburgh, from whence came one of my Lincoln nicknames, ‘The Lady’ –

Edinburgh MPH March/Live8

So, despite it being Wimbledon finals weekend, I didn’t see a stroke of tennis played… But for good reason.

On Friday I drove up to Berwick–On-Tweed (the Lawson ancestral home), in order to go up to Edinburgh on Saturday for the Make Poverty History March and rally, arranged to coincide with the G8 summit meeting in Gleneagles this week.

Estimates on the attendance at Edinburgh vary working upwards from about 200,000, but that’s the figure for Fringe Sunday in August, and this was WAYYYY more crowded than Fringe Sunday.

The march itself was just huge – for a lot of people, they were waiting for almost three hours just to get out of The Meadows (that is, a secret location, known only as ‘the meadows’). The atmosphere was fabulous, though the food was a bit crap for veggies (I’ve got too used to ‘london food’). The first people to set off on the march were back at the start by one o’clock so the continuous white band lasted for a good few hours.

The talk from the stage was largely good – Billy Bragg was on form as always – talking not playing (at least not that I heard, sadly), Jonathan Dimbleby was marvellous. Some twat from the Church Of Scotland was congratulating Gordon Brown on all he’s done so far… hello? Done what exactly? Announced a supposed debt relief package so tied to IMF trade and services liberalisations that it’s virtually worthless? FFS, stop pandering to these goons – they’ve done just about nothing as yet, the situation is still brutally inequitous, and so far Gordon Brown has done pretty much sweet FA.

Anyway, the rest of the talk was good.

We got back into Berwick, and in front of a TV at the time The Killers were on at Live8, who made no impression whatsoever. The evening was definitely all about the old guys showing the youngsters how it was done – Floyd, Robbie, The Who and Macca all rocked the party that rocks the party, while the Scissor Sisters were dull, Velvet Revolver were shit-on-a-stick, Joss Stone and Mariah both did well and Peter Kay was the only Accapella singer of the day and lost the americans royally.

I was struck by how little comment was being made about the cause, both between bands, and by the bands. Now that I’m watching the AOL online feed of the show, I see just how much the BBC had edited out in the name of impartiality. Good God, I hope I never rely on the BBC’s impartiality to save my life from rapacious world trade laws. How can you be impartial on this? Grrrrrrrr.

So all in all, a monumental event – the biggest ever public protest in Scotland, the biggest ever worldwide TV audience for a show, millions and millions of people signing up th the MPH campaign. Surely this will send a message to the tossers in the G8 that things need to change?….

…apparently not, that arch-enemy of freedom, democracy and all things decent, George Bush, has announced that there’ll be no climate change deal in the G8 – you know, right now, I’m wishing someone would blow up Gleneagles. I know something of how Bruce Cockburn felt when he wrote ‘If I Had A Rocket Launcher’, with it’s censor-baiting line, ‘if I had a rocket launcher, some son of a bitch would die’ – why does the G8 even exist? The idea that there is a coalition of the wealthy deciding the mortal future of over half the planet is disgusting. That fuckers like George Bush would come into the meeting saying he’ll be doing what’s best for the US only…

From the bbc news site
‘But he rejected the idea he should support the British prime minister’s G8 plan in return for his support during the war in Iraq.

“Tony Blair made decisions on what he thought was best for keeping the peace and winning the war on terror, as I did,” he told the programme.

“So I go to the G8 not really trying to make him look bad or good, but I go to the G8 with an agenda that I think is best for our country.” ‘

He’s an evil, pernicious, twisted blight on the planet, and anyone who voted for him should be seriously ashamed of themselves. There is a political will within sections of the G8 to improve on these issues but while Bush, under the influence of his PNAC cronies, undermines anything that makes the rich accountable, that makes the rich empire-building countries of Europe and North America feel any sense of responsibility for the fuck-up that is modern day African economics. The most resource-rich continent on earth is its poorest. It makes me cry.

If the G8 don’t listen, who’s in for a revolution?

Soundtrack – The AOL Live8 stream.

This month's visit for search-engine mutants…

so here’s the top howevermany search strings that lead people to this ‘ere blogland in June –

1 brooklyn beckham
2 tal wilkenfeld
3 feline concussion
4 narcissim
5 pavement art
6 steve lawson
7 strange things
8 todd rungren
9 dude steve lawson
10 julian beever
11 pavement art perspective
12 seth armstrong
13 steve from jerry springer
14 supersize me soundtrack
15 betterment of society
16 derek bailey archive
17 dude etymology
18 eric roche
19 etymology dude
20 galloway’s speach to the senate

What a most weird and sporadically wonderful collection that is. And who on earth is Julian Beever, and how on earth did it point to this blog???? However, I’m delighted to see that the pursuit of the ‘betterment of society’ will lead you to this blog. Wise words indeed! 🙂

and in junk-box # 2…

mainly old school books sadly. Very dull, all now in the recycling. A large pile of old christmas cards, many from people I have no recollection of whatsoever, a handful of 20 year old letters, my 10 metres swimming certificate (acheived on 6th Oct 1980 – that’s getting framed and put on the wall!), my A Level project on pearl mussels, which might make an interesting read before I recycle it (hey, it was the only A level I got!), some of my college certificates (still stained with puke from where someone in the house I lived in at the time threw up in the bag they were in just after I got them, and before I could find out whether or not I’d acheived any sort of qualification at college – I still have no real idea to this day whether I passed my second year… not that I care, obviously, or I’d have rung the college to find out at some point.)

Oh, and a pile of old comics that I’m hoping are worth something, but probably aren’t.

All in all, a fun if not that revealing box of junk.

my subbuteo-geek childhood…

So last time I visited my mum, she handed me two boxes of my crap that had been cluttering her house up for the last 14 years. The first one of which is full of Subbuteo stuff. For the unitiated, Subbuteo was a table football game, where you flicked little blokes at a ball, and tried to score before your younger brother sat on the fragile little blokes and broke them all –

Here’s a Subbuteo man –

and here’s what geeks like teenage-stevie looked like playing it –

So what to do with all this stuff? I clearly don’t want it. A few of the teams seem to be fetching a couple of quid on Ebay, but I’m not even sure I can be bothered to list them. I might just take them over to my local charity shop. The boxes for each team aren’t in good enough nick for collectors, and the occasional team appears to be meeting government requirements regarding equal opportunities, by having at least one player who’s been broken off at the legs and stuck back on with whatever sticky stuff came to hand (a plaster is the most fitting I’ve found so far!)

Back in the day, I was a full on Subbuteo nut – my brother and I had grandstands, floodlights, and other weirdness, and the range of teams I’ve got here goes from obvious ones like Wimbledon and Man U through to Vancouver Whitecaps and a team of subbuteo blokes in yellow tracksuits, presumably for warming up!! Did my geekery know no bounds??

Aha! And I’ve just found my pride and joy – a ‘wide arms’ goalie – normal goalies were long and thin, and you could get squat looking goalies in the interchangable goalie sets. But wide arms goalie was like the Subbuteo version of Pat Jennings – an inch-high force to be reckoned with, who somehow avoided being sat on, so remains intact to this day.

If any of you know any subbuteo geeks who’d like all this stuff, do let me know. I’m not planning on keeping it for long (unless anyone fancies coming round for a game… doh! I’ve not got the pitch anymore, unless it’s the other box of clutter from mum…!)

Soundtrack – Tommy Sims, ‘Peace And Love’.

A fine looking new magazine…

From a former editor of Adbusters comes Geez Magazine – their strapline is “a new magazine thatserves a politically-charged readership at the fringes of faith.” and their mandate says

“Geez magazine has set up camp on the fringes of faith. It is a refuge and inspiration for people of restless faith and blessed instinct.

It is welcome relief for over-churched souls who are ready for compassionate, resistant and spiritually viable ways of living in our world.”

Sounds like a great premise for a mag, even moreso in the US where left-leaning Christians have been without a voice for so many years.

check it out.

Soundtrack – John Zorn, ‘Naked City’.

When web-filters go mad..

So, there’s an article on World Music Central about Bruce Cockburn’s reissued albums.

However, their word filter doesn’t like the ‘cock’ half of his name, so his name is renders as Bruce *censor*burn. You couldn’t make it up…

SoundtrackWhite Town, ‘Peek And Poke’ (most recent album from ‘Your Woman’ hit-bloke, and blog-buddy, Jyoti Mishra – tune-laden old school pop music, the way it used to be before attitude disolved all trace of tune. Some of it reminds me early Everything But The Girl in its mix of dryly recorded voice and minimal instrumentation and blatant pop melodicism. Good stuff!)

Calling all US residents…

Just found out that my buddy Doug in California runs a company called EarthTones – who are, “The only communications company to donate 100% of its profits to environmental organizations. Help us help the environment.”

So come on, head over to his site, check it out, and sign up – but don’t call him today, as it’s his birthday and he’s been out for birthday drinks… though I guess you could end up with a new internet service and a new ‘besht mate’..!

Soundtrack – Augustus Pablo, ‘Classic Rockers’.

More on the disaster of the PFI

One of this government’s biggest domestic balls-ups has been the continuation and expansion of the PPP/PFI schemes begun by the Tories. When the tories first put forward the idea for these ‘Private/Public Partnership’ and ‘Private Finance Initiative’ schemes for funding public service contracts, the then labour opposition opposed them, as well they should. The scheme was flawed beyond belief, and even at that stage everyone could tell just how costly it was going to be.

As a labour government got closer they changed their position from one of scrapping the scheme, to not commissioning any new ones. When they got into power, they kicked it up a gear, to a level that the Tories could only have dreamed of.

The definitive attack on the scheme is George Monbiot’s outstanding book, Captive State – subtitled ‘the corporate takeover of Britain’, it outlined just how hideous and insidious that takeover has been, and how the primary agent has been the PFI.

So now George has updated the statistics and re-presented the case in an article in today’s Guardian. The evidence is damning, and the governments position is entirely untenable. The catalogue of disasters, wastage, failed projects and unsuitable buildings is incredible. Tragic even.

The PFI has been doomed from the start, in the last 10 years, the failures have been spectacular, and still the government presses ahead with it, wasting our money. Please write to your MP, demanding an explaination.

if you’re an RSS/XML kind of person, here’s the feed for Monbiot.com – it’s a feed of all the articles he writes for the Guardian. Amazing, depressing stuff.

Soundtrack – me and Cleveland – need to get this demo finished ASAP.

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