Saturday, 29 August 2020

The Saturday list #277 - The ten things that strike fear into the hearts of all Londoners


 Last night, we went out for a meal and a few beers with friends. We went to my favourite restaurant, The Bleeding Heart, near Farringdon, then for a couple of beers at the Compass by the station. Both the restaurant and the pub were reasonably busy, in a covid secure way. It struck me that London is a very resilient city. My life has seen all manner of terrorist outrages, designed to cower us into fear. All have failed and it seems the same is true of Covid. The Terrorists don't really understand our mentality. After the Borough Market outrage a couple of years ago, I made a point of going back the first day it opened. So did everyone else. It was packed. But there are things that strike fear into our hearts, things we do avoid like the plague. Here is my list.

1. Rail Replacement Services. 

When you get to the train station and find it is closed for engineering works, and you have to get on a smelly old bus, that takes ten times longer. I am sure there is a car park full of buses from the 1930's specially reserved for this vision of hell. 

2. Snow.

If you work in London and you hear a few flakes will be falling, you know you are doomed. It seems that as the first flake falls, trains, buses and cabs all cease to work. You know that if you don't get home immediately, before the 'snow arrives', you are doomed to stay exactly where you are. The very worst thing is when you are in a gig and it snows unexpectedly and you find yourself completely stuck, in the middle of the night, on the other side of London.

3. The opinionated Taxi driver

Most taxi drivers are great, but occasionally you get one who is to the right of Ghengis Khan and happy to shout about it at the top of their voice. I had one a few weeks ago, moaning about Sadiq Khan. I'm not a fan of Mr Khan, but this bloke was a total racist. I wish I'd walked to St Pancras in the rain, it would have been more fun.

4. The roving pub bore.

If like me, you are partial to a cheeky, sneaky beer on the way home, reading the Evening Standard, you will be familiar with this. You find a nice quiet corner, and then a rather inebriated soul catches your eye and comes over, asks if you mind if they join you, then proceeds to bore the pants off you. Generally such characters have an uncanny knack of knowing all about subjects that you have no interest in, and talk at you until you can manufacture an escape.

5. The pub loo.

Most men my age need to visit the pub loo on a regular basis, however, it is rare that we need a sit down. When we do, this is the most strange and unusual punishment known to man. For some reason, many pubs don't invest in toilet seats, paper or cleaning for the cubicles in the gents. When you get caught short, it truly is the most degrading and horrible experience.

6. Flying ants.

There is one day a year when the ants arise from the ground. You cannot escape them. London is awash with these pesky insects. They get in your hair, up your nose and in all sorts of other places. Then they disappear just as quickly as they appeared. Where do those big fat ants live for the other 364 days of the year?

7. Drunk Man United football hooligans on the tube.

You must have been here (and I know there is a small tad of hypocrisy in me saying this). You get on the tube to go and see your Aunt Mable who lives in Swiss Cottage on the Jubilee line. You've decided to see her because Manchester United are playing in the Cup final and you want to avoid it like the plague. After tea and cucumber sandwiches, you get the tube back to Queensbury, but you have made a fatal mistake. The train pulls into Wembley Park and ten thousand drunk Manchester United fans alight, all singing and swearing at the top of their voice, making their way back to their house in Pinner or whatever other London suburb of Manchester they live in, singing rubbish songs in bad Mancunian accents. It is true of most clubs fans if you don't support them, when the tube pulls up at the station by the stadium after a game. The only small mercy is when you see a train full of fans you don't like after their team has been thumped. Now that is a good feeling!

8. The bloke with the loud headphones on the tube

You are on the tube and as it pulls in, you hear this horrible, tinny cush cush cush sound. You see the bloke in bad clothes grooving away. As the doors open, you just hope that he moves up the other end of the carriage. You see that look of fear on all of your fellow passengers face. If he chooses the seat next to you, you know you will be in a foul mood by the time you get home.

9. The Juke box hog with awful taste.

I love a good juke box and will generally put a few tunes on. However there are some souls who will put 30 awful tracks in a row on. So you put your quid in and you realise that you will be back home, tucked up in your bed before they ever are played. Instead you are subjected to a whole lot of audio garbage which ruins your evening.

10. The train vomiter.

I'm pleased to say I've never been the victim of this particular scenario, but I have seen a terrible site. I was taking a packed Thameslink Friday night special about twenty years ago. I go on and was disappointed to see that there were no seats. Then I spied two spare. I moved towards them, but realised why. The guy sitting opposite was rather inebriated and was a very sour shade of green. I did a swift risk assessment and decided against sitting there. There were two rather pretty young ladies, who sadly did not perform the same risk assessment. They sat down, oblivious to the threat. As the train decelerated towards Kentish Town, the inevitable happened. The vomit fountain erupted and showered the two poor unfortunates with half digested kebab and stale special brew. I have genuinely never felt so sorry for anyone in my life. I am sure the poor loves are still in therapy for PTSD.

I have long thought that you could make a rather good comedy show based on this list. There is much humour to be had out of these situations, once you have safely escaped the scenarios. 

Friday, 28 August 2020

The Friday Joke - 28-08-2020 - A bank holiday tale of woe!

As it's a bank holiday, I thought I'd share a Bank holiday tale of woe.

Many years ago, a very attractive young lady moved in next door to me. On the Friday of the Bank holiday, I happened to notice her dancing around the garden, completely naked, shrieking at the top of her voice. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was doing a Sun dance, to ensure good weather for the bank holiday. The forecast was rain all weekend, but to my surprise, the weekend was sunny and fine. Later in the week, I saw her in Mill Hill Broadway and thanked her profusely for her efforts for the local community. She gave me a pitiful look and said "Well I'm glad you appreciated it, but I didn't think it through. I went went to Brighton for the weekend and it absolutely pissed down all weekend"




Wednesday, 26 August 2020

What are the Trinobanjes and the Goare Hundreds

 I was intrigued by a map attached to a Tweet by the Mill Hill Historical Society. The area we know as Harrow/Wembley/Edgware is called the Trinobanjes and Stanmore/Edgware is called the Goare Hundred.

I've lived around here all of my life and I've never heard these terms before. Can anyone throw any light on what the Trinobanjes and Goare Hundred are? What did they refer to? Is someone from Wembley a Trinobanjian?

Robert Elms on BBC Radio London took this up as a note and query on his show. We now know the answer. The Trinovantes were a pre Roman tribe who were mainly located in Essex. It is unclear why they were labelled here on this map from 1676. Thanks to the Mill Hill Historical Society for more info


I am also endebted to my sister, who used to be the clerk of court at Hendon Magistrates court. She tells me that when she worked at the Court, the are was known as 'The Gore District', so the name persists. 

This map shows the 'hundreds' that made up the district of Middlesex

You can hear my query after eleven and the answers between twelve and one pm on Roberts Show. 

https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p08mx5ph


Here's the original tweet that started the debate



Tuesday, 25 August 2020

The hypocrisy of Tory MP's about Rule Brittania and the Proms

 You have to go back a very long time in history to find a successful invasion by an enemy power of the UK. Whilst most European nations have had their borders redrawn time and time again, the UK has had very few changes (the last being the creation of the partition of Ireland over 100 years ago). There are two reasons for this. The first is the English Channel and the second is the Royal Navy. The Navy is known as the senior Service and the received political wisdom used to be that a powerful navy kept the citizens of the UK safe at home. As recently as 1982, the Royal Navy astounded the other major powers, by successfully mounting a campaign to retake The Falkland Islands following an Argentinian Invasion. The Russians and the Americans doubt that the UK had either the ability or the will to mount such a campaign,  but the Navy confounded all and put together a task force and pulled off a spectacular victory.

There were three major elements that made this possible. The first was the two aircraft carriers equipped with Harrier Jump Jets. These protected the fleet from air attack. The second was the amphibious assault ships that allowed the delivery of the army and marines to the Falklands. The third element was the Hunter Killer Submarines that scared off the Argentinian fleet after the sinking of the Belgrano. 

The surface fleet is now around half the size it was in 1982. The Navy has born the brunt of the cuts to the MOD budget. Should the same situation arise, the capability would simply not be there. What has all of this got to do with the Proms? Well I awoke to hear several Conservative MP's criticising the BBC for its decision to perform Land of Hope and Glory and Rule Britannia at the Proms without someone belting out the words. 

There are two aspects of this which these dullard MP's have missed. The first is that the whole fun of Rule Britannia at the Proms is not listening to the music , but having a good old sing song, presumably whilst rather well oiled waiving a Union Jack. It's not my cup of tea, but it is in effect the Football Terrace vibe for posh people who don't like football. It is jolly good fun but it really isn't a fundamental part of our culture. The BBC Proms are a part of our culture, but the idea really should be that it evolves, changes and gets people into good music. Anarchy in The UK and God Save The Queen by the Sex Pistols are just as much a part of our culture as Rule Britannia, possibly more these days. So why the fuss? No clamour from them to protect our much neglected punk subculture.

The second aspect that is hypocritical is that Rule Britannia lyrics say "Rule Britannia, Britannia Rules the waves, Britians never shall be slaves". This from people in a government that has run down the Royal Navy, this from a government that cares nothing for victims of slavery globally. We have a multi racial, multi ethnic society, so MP's should support all of our citizens and be sensitive to their culture. I don't mind people waving the Union Jack and waiving flags. I do mind that MP's pretend they are protecting our heritage, whilst letting the Navy be run down and turning a blind eye to something that has historically damaged so many people. I'd be more impressed if they were campaigning for the BBC to represent all of the music in the UK that makes us a cultural hub, than insisting we hear the same old tunes that have been belted out for decades. To me the faux outrage is sickening

Sunday, 23 August 2020

The Tweets of the week in the London Borough of Barnet - 23 August 2020

Last week was  a struggle to find ten interesting tweets that meet our criteria. I ran out at eight, so there was no list. Fortunately this week our local Tweeters have been back on form! Here is our pick

1. Little bits of local trivia always intrigue me. From this tweet I learned that all of the power for the Thameslink line from Mill Hill to St Pancras is derived from a substation in Grahame Park


2. Who knew that Burnt Oak was a hotbed of aquatic activity?

3. A nice historical tweet of a rather different Colindale


4. Some nice pics here of Hendon in times gone by


5. A rather nice picture of the Borough's finest garden centre!


6. I do like a nice piccie of a beautiful sky, and this is a nice picture of a beautiful sky


7. And I love a bit of local rock and roll history!


8. Nice to see some positive community tweeting from the Police in Totteridge, nice image


9. Angie A is one of our favourite local musicians. Check her out


10. What's your favourite misheard lyrics?


That's all folks!

Saturday, 22 August 2020

The Saturday List #276 - Ten things I'd like you to buy me for my birthday

Today is my 58th Birthday. It is the first time since I've been writing the Barnet Eye that my birthday has fallen on a Saturday, so I thought I'd give you all the chance to make my day and buy me a present!

I actively discourage my wife and kids from buying me expensive presents, as I sort of have what I want, but they still get me nice things, and put thought into it. I was pleasantly surprised that Clare bought me a couple of books, one by Patti Smith and another by Viv Albertine. She chose well!

I know readers of this blog are both very tasteful and very knowledgeable. I also know that your generosity is unbounded, so I thought I'd share my ultimate birthday present list with you. Now I don't expect anyone to buy me these (although if you win the lottery tonight, please feel free), but I do hope that at some point I can realise these dreams.


1. A Gibson 355.

I've always had a thing for this guitar, ever since I saw the cover of Sailor by The Steve Miller band. Boz Scaggs is holding one, looking impossibly cool. I love the camera angle which makes the guitar look huge. 

I have a Fender Coronado II which was the Fender take on it, which is currently being restored. My sister bought it off a bloke in Florida who used to be associate with the Grateful Dead. It is a lovely guitar to write songs on, but not a 355, never quite had six grand to spare for the one I really want. But I will have it one day! I promise you


2. An E-type Jaguar.

I'm not a petrol head. It may surprise you to know that the very first car I owned was a blue E-Type Jag convertible. It was bought for me by my older brothers when I was 2 years old. It was my pride and joy, but it was the Fred Flintstone special, powered by my feet! It was a pedal car. I don't like the convertible ones, I like the ones with a cabin, always struck me as the nearest thing to flying a plane on the ground. I don't think there has ever been a prettier car. I don't think I ever will own it, I'd need a mansion with a garage and that ain't going to happen.


3.  An A&M Copy of God Save The Queen by The Sex Pistols

A&M signed the Sex Pistols, pressed up a batch of copies of God Save The Queen, then dropped the band and destroyed most of the copies. For us ageing punks, it is the Holy Grail. 

Being so valuable, I'd probably only play it once, but I'd love to have a copy. 



4. Tickets to see Boz Scaggs.

Making this list, I was trying to think of who I'd most like to see that I haven't seen already and the name that sprang out was Boz Scaggs. He's cancelled all of his gigs, I was hoping to see him next month, as we had tickets for a holiday in the USA, but that has all gone by the by. Here's his dates for next year, if you are feeling generous, the flight tickets would be good as well!

5. A decent Jacuzzi for the garden.

Until lockdown, I used to go to the gym three times a week. I'd do my work out, then have a sauna and a jacuzzi and just chill out. I've not had one since March, the club have not reopened them. If I ever get any serious money, I will put one in the back garden. It is my idea of bliss. I love the idea of sipping champagne in the Jacuzzi in the snow, even though I dislike champagne.


6. Glorious Goodwood.

About 20 years ago,  a friend of mine had his stag day at Glorious Goodwood and it was glorious. It is the most gorgeous racetrack of all. I'd love to have a day there with my close friends and family. It is an amazing day out. So if you can arrange a day out when it reopens, that would be marvellous. Sadly they've not even set a date for next year at the moment

7. A pint at The Rake.

Up until now, I suspect that my list has been a bit pricey for most of my mates. Get out and buy a lottery ticket you skinflints, if you win we can party!!! But if you lose, these next three should be in your price range. What I really fancy is a pint with a few mates for my birthday, at The Rake in Borough Market. It is probably my favourite place to have a pint in Central London. 


8. A pound of Chorizo Sausages from Boucherie Gerard.

If you get me these, I'll spark up the barbie and we can drink beer and eat sausages. What better way to spend your birthday?

9. A tub of whelks in vinegar.

I love whelks, Clare hates them, nowhere around here seems to do them properly. I know you can buy them in Waitrose, but they should be bought from a dodgy geezer in a retired Ice Cream van and sampled walking down the road. A bit of pepper doesn't go amiss.

10. A season ticket for Manchester City FC

I try and get up to see City as often as I can, but I've never been able to justify buying a season ticket. Now if one of my marvellously generous friends bought me one, then I'd have the excuse!

If you're one of my friends, you know what you have to do! ( I suspect I'll get more Whelks than Gibson 355's but hey ho!)

Friday, 21 August 2020

How Punk Rock guided my business ethos

The False Dots in 1985 in Belgium
Back in 1978, myself and my then best friend had formed a band. We had three problems. We had no instruments, we couldn't play and we had nowhere to practice. The first of these was solved in August when I turned 16 and gained access to the money my mother had put aside for me from my career as a child actor. To my mothers disgust, I spent a large chunk of it on a second hand Hofner Galaxy guitar and a FAL guitar amplifier at Don Mackrills music shop in Edgware. My mother said "why have you wasted your money on that rubbish, you can't play". I retorted that I would never be able to play if I didn't have a guitar. The next challenge was to learn to play it. These days there are Youtube videos, tutors, and all manner of other things. I simply borrowod a copy of Mark Perry's Sniffin' glue magazine which was a punk fanzine. It had a chord chart for three chords and said "Here's three chords, now go and form a band", my good friend Pete, not having a slice of cash in the bank, got a job as a trainee butcher at Dewhursts in Mill Hill, having decided that Education was not for him. At sixteen that was perhaps not his wisest decision, but he did not want to do A Levels and had deliberately flunked his O levels. As a leap of faith, he spent his entire first months wages on a bass. His logic was that he wouldn't need money as we'd be in every night songwriting and practising. He had to keep his bass at my house, as his Dad did not approve and would have smashed it up.

In all honesty, our first efforts were absolute rubbish, but we were 100% committed to the idea of forming a Punk band.  By January, I'd driven my parents mad. We would sit up every night, writing songs, making a racket. I was at Orange Hill School and I made several friends in decent bands. All had the same problem, nowhere to practice and a lack of equipment. Many had guitars, few could afford amps, no one could afford a PA system, necessary to amplify vocals. In early February 1979, my Dad came up with a solution. The caretakers cottage at the industrial estate he had acquired had a derelict caretakers cottage. He offered to rent it to me for band rehersals for £5 a week, on the condition, I didn't play music at home, as he was at his wits end with all of the visitors and the racket. This was beyond my wildest dreams. All we had to do was secure it. There was a coin operated electric meter. We simply got corrugated iron and boarded up all of the windows. Old sofas and mattresses were acquired, I proposed to a couple of other bands we have a loose collective, they left their gear at the studio and got a night a week, for a small contribution to the rent. It became a social hub for local teenagers to hang out and play music. It was overrun with vermin and smelled of damp, but it was like a mythical promised land of punk rock music and freedom. We had a launch party on the 14th February 1979, and in November, we had our first paying customer, The Polecats. Soon the other partners in the collective had moved on. For me, it was a source of beer money through my school years. I had a simple formula. I invested 50% of the profits in equipment and spent 50% on enjoying myself. 

Back in 1979, Mill Hill was like a desert for teenagers who loved music. The nearest we got to a music venue was the Jukebox at the Three Hammers. I was determined to change that and in January 1980, I organised a gig for local bands at the Union Church, Harwood Hall. It was packed and after the bands were paid, I had enough money to take my mates out for a slap up curry and beers, with cash to spare. Another couple of gigs happened there, before an idiot let off  a fire extinguisher in the toilets and we were banned. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do to persuade the Church that we'd ensure it didn't happen again. I learned that you need proper security at events where there are young people. 

By the end of 1980, I'd learned that you could earn a living in the music business if you worked hard and were prepared to take risks. I also realised that there was a huge market for space for people to play music. I had a vision of what I wanted, but everyone else laughed in a rather patronising fashion. Despite the fact we had made a small scale profitable business from nothing in no time at all, no one would lend me money and no one believed it was anything more than a passing fad. 

To the consternation of my parents, when I finished school, with poor A level grades, I didn't get a job. I moved to Stockholm to try and get my band a tour and to take stock. The tour was arranged. If I'd had a bit more business experience, we could have made a tidy profit and secured a musical future, as it was I ran up a huge debt with dodgy geezers, the only people who would lend me the cash. To remove that albatross, I got an IT job, the most high paying I could. 

But the dream of a studio wasn't dead. The band were still playing and evolving. In 1991, I received a redundancy payment from BACS, where I was working as an IT developer. This allowed me to buy my former partners out of the studio business. I decreed that I would work freelance in future, and recruited Ernie Ferebee, a friend from the security industry as my new partner. We worked tirelessly to build the studio up. Between 1994 and 2000, we went from having two small studios to having ten, a recording studio, a music hire business and a shop. 

But our ethos was different to the rest of the London music industry. I wanted to keep the punk rock ethos of being self sufficient, getting people playing and keeping costs low. Our studios were designed to be functional. We wanted to get people in who had previously thought studios were too expensive or too elite. In our complex, we decided that studio ten would be the cheapest in London and would be fully equipped. We would not be beaten on price. To attract young bands, we offered off peak rates that were so cheap we lost money on them. That sounds like madness, but my view was the other studios would subsidise it. Initially that caused problems, as we tried to limit it to students and the unemployed, but people would lie and we'd have arguments. To my amazement, due to its incredibly high utilisation, it actually was as profitable as the other studios. We reacted by increasing our off peak slots and getting cheaper, simpler equipment in many rooms. 

One of the most amusing incidents occurred when a competitor booked in to use a studio to work out our formula. The guy sneered at the equipment, sneered at the basic facilities and told Ernie that we were a bunch of comedians who would soon go broke, as no one would pay to use such rubbish. Ernie, who was 6'6 and came from a family of East End Bare Knuckle boxers was livid, but I walked in before he thumped the guy and said "Come back in five years time and say that". One of our regulars told us that he'd rehearsed at the other guys studio occasionally and he was telling people that we were gangsters and the studio was a money laundering operation with no customers. In fact, nothing could be further from the truth. People liked the fact that the equipment was in the room, that we had a shop where they could get spares. They liked the fact that we had very cheap slots. They liked the old style rooms in converted lock up garages, because they got left alone to make music. They liked the fact that we would regularly organise gigs and events. They liked the fact that everyone was welcome, we didn't look down our noses at novices. 

But the bottom line was that they liked the punk rock ethos of the studios, which was that it was a place where musicians could make music and feel like they were part of a family. Sure for some it was a bit too rough and ready, but when bands like The Beautiful South, The Damned and Amy Winehouse used us, we knew we were doing something right.  We deliberately made all of the studios different sizes, shapes and sounds. Every artist had a favourite and every artist would have a different favourite. The Damned would only rehearse in Studio 7, Amy in studio nine. We became a massive part of the late 1990's hardcore metal scene, but we also had pop artists like Kate Nash and Modestep using us as their base. The rules were that customers are treated with respect and treat us and each other with respect. To this day, we have kept low prices and we still organise gigs for young artists. 

It has been a difficult journey. Ernie succumbed to pancreatic cancer in 2002. He left a huge gap in the business. Our new, purpose built block coincided with the credit crunch, which hit every leisure business in the UK. It took a monumental effort to stay on track and stay solvent, but by the end of 2018, we were again doing well. We were looking to put up another block this year. Sadly Covid has killed our plans for growth and we are now in survival mode. As we employ 12 people, it is vital that we survive. When we reopened after lock down, our friends and customers flocked back to say how pleased they were we'd reopened. Many studios haven't survived and sadly more will go under. But today, I was chatting with a young band who have had ten rehearsals since we reopened. They don't normally chat, but they have a new, self released track out and wanted us to have a listen. They said that without us, they would simply be lost. I know where they are coming from. 2020 will be a devastating year for the music industry. All I can say is keep the faith and believe in what you are doing, because if you work hard enough and try hard enough, you will get to the promised land.

Thursday, 20 August 2020

Even I didn't expect Boris Johnson to be this useless as a Prime Minister

Back in December (a different decade and a different universe), we had an election. We elected Boris Johnson as Prime Minister and locally in Hendon Constituency, we elected Matthew Offord MP for the fourth time. I wrote an analysis the day after. It seems so 'last decade' now, but some of my predictions were correct. I predicted that we'd see another five years of an absentee MP, with little interest in his constituents. His website has no articles and the news section has nothing about the exam grades cock ups or the chaos that is the governments response to Covid19

With regards to Matthew Offord, he's been around since 2010 and we know exactly what to expect. He never fails to underachieve, but people have voted for him three times, so I guess it is pointless arguing with the democratic will of the people. If they want to pay a bloke to do that, then hey ho. But as for Boris, I didn't expect him to do things I'd like as a Prime Minister. His political priorities are very different to mine, but I did expect a degree of competence and delivery. What we have seen is chaos. The Daily Express reported that we haven't even agreed with the EU rights for Lorries to collect and deliver goods after #Brexit. The Daily Express reported on this in this mornings issue. We should be at the stage of dotting i's and crossing t's, but fundamentals to trade are still nowhere near agreement. I have no idea what priorities Boris has set for his team, but surely smooth trade, which is mutually beneficial, should have been the very first thing to get sorted out. We haven't heard too much on the subject of Brexit recently, but it hasn't gone away and the clock is ticking. I genuinely believed Boris had a negotiating strategy, but there has been no evidence of this at all.

As to the cock ups with education. What we are seeing is the problem when you surround yourself with a cabinet stacked with incompetent yes men who agree with every word you say and never challenge you. I cannot see any way that the Thatcher government would have made these mistakes. Thatcher new that Education policy was important as nothing upsets people more than things that affect their children. Kenneth Baker was responsible for many reforms, including the introduction of Inset days (known as Baker days originally). She'd have tough opponents such as Heseltine and Kenneth Clarke in the cabinet. She didn't agree with them, but she also knew they were heavyweights who would challenge poorly thought out decisions. The likes of Clarke, Baker and Heseltine would have spotted the issues with exam grades a mile off. As Thatcher was a former education secretary, I doubt she would have even needed prompting. 

These are difficult times and there is no question that Boris has had a greater challenge than anyone since Argentina invaded the Falklands or possibly the second world war. The sad truth is that he's cocked up at every term. We have the most deaths in Europe, we spent a fortune on a Track and Trace application, that has never worked. No one knows what the rules are at the moment regarding social distancing. No message is clear and no one believes a word the Government says. The governments chief advisor, Dominic Cummings has become the byword for dodgy behaviour and lame excuses. 

If I was Boris, I'd have a major shake up ASAP. I'd sack Cummings, and most of the cabinet (Rishi Sunak is the only one who looks vaguely competent). He needs a big gesture, as I believe he has one roll of the dice to reclaim credibility. If he gets some competent people around him and draws a line, he can claim that fatherhood and Covid caused the drift and now he is back in charge. But I simply don't think he has the cojones to do it. 

Tuesday, 18 August 2020

Time to reform the way we manage licenses to serve alcohol in the London Borough of Barnet

 Firstly I must confess that the title is misleading. This is a national issue, but I believe that it is a very important issue locally. The UK has an extraordinarily cumbersome licensing burden on businesses wishing to sell alcohol, that generates unnecessary work for the police, puts a huge burden of work on inconvenienced residents and simply isn't fit for purpose.

The way we drink alcohol has evolved. The vast majority of problem drinking is not done in pubs and clubs. Just about every problem pub in the Borough has closed over the last twenty years. Problem drinking is far more prevalent where people are buying cut price alcohol from convenience stores and consuming it in public places. Because the trouble occurs away from the source, retailers are rarely held to account. Whilst a publican can lose their license if people misbehave in and around their premises, I cannot remember any convenience store losing its licence for selling super strength to street drinkers. There is little or no comeback on those creating the problem. 

If a high street tea room wants to serve sherry to old ladies with their cream tea's they have to jump through all manner of hurdles. The cost relative to the profits are fairly marginal and sensible people who might enjoy a little tipple are deprived of the ability to have a perfectly reasonable measure of alcohol. 

There are two things I'd like to see happen.

The first is a reform so that retailers and the hospitality industry are dealt with under different regimes.  I would abolish completely the need for a licensing application for any hospitality business where people are unlikely to drink too much and drinking is ancillary to the main activity. This would include Theatres, restaurants, tea rooms, hotels (for guests), music venues, churches and sports grounds. Any establishment where alcohol sales accounts for less than 25% of turnover should be able to sell alcohol without a licence. The caveat on this is that if they start attracting anti social behaviour, the exemption can be removed by the Council licensing team. For pubs and clubs where alcohol is the main business, then a licensing application is appropriate. As a general rule, I would say that any establishment where people are normally drinking half a bottle of wine or three pints (or less) should be exempt. So if you want a couple of glasses with your meal fine.

As for retailers, I think that they need more regulation, especially in problem areas. I would like to see the police be given the power to cease all off sales of alcohol in establishments associated with problem drinking. If an alcohol exclusion zone is imposed, all retailers selling alcohol within the zone should have strict limits on what they can sell. Street drinkers with problem habits would be dispersed by the simple requirement to travel further for alcohol. It would be in retailers interests to sell in a responsible manner as they would lose serious amounts of revenue when bans were imposed. The argument against this is that unscrupulous people will exploit the situation and bring in alcohol. I would like to see shops forced to label alcohol they sell. That way the source is traceable. I would make it illegal for shops to sell alcohol without such labelling. 

I would give exemptions to shops and outlets that are not associated with problem drinking. So high quality retailers such as Mill Hill Wines that sell premium products would not have to label bottles of Chateau Neuf Du Pape, but shops selling Special Brew for 50p a tin would. 

The problem with our society is that we always seem to penalise and over regulate the businesses that are responsible and play the game, whilst those that break the rule have few sanctions.

I would also like to see local councillors have a bigger role. They are elected by their local community, so they should be given more say in what businesses are able to operate. Sadly many pubs fall foul of NIMBY neighbours, who buy properties near existing businesses. I am all for agent of change legislation that says if you move in near an established venue or pub, you waive your right to moan about it. 

It should be easier to hold small events, serve a couple of drinks and enable a sense of community to be built. I say this as a festival organiser. Every two years, the Mill Hill Music Festival organises events around Mill Hill. We have to pay Barnet Council £30 for each temporary event notice and put this in ten working days before the event. We then get a call from the Police, who go through the motions of ringing us up to check the event. It is a waste of everyones time and money. All so a few people can have a glass of wine during the interval of our Opera and Jazz events.  A few years ago, Barnet Council tried to organise some live music at local libraries. A fine idea, but they forgot to get a licence, so the event was cancelled at the last minute. I thought that was ridiculous. That is why the whole thing needs reform. 


Sunday, 16 August 2020

Exam grade fiasco - A conversation from 2072 between a Grandfather and Grandson


** Updated 18/8/2020 **
It appears that little Johnny and his Grandpa won't be having this conversation after all. Common sense has eventually prevailed. Sadly though we have the worst crisis that the world has seen since the second world war and it has coincided with the most incompetent government. Lord help us all. 
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 Little Johnny "Grandad, Happy birthday, now you are 70 are you going to be retiring?"

Grandad "I'd love to son, but I can't afford to retire just yet"

Little Johnny "Why? David at my school's Grandad has just had his 70'th Birthday and he's retiring!"

Grandad "I know him from the Cricket Club. Nice chap, yes he's done well for himself"

Little Johnny "But he's not like you Grandpa, he can't mend cars and do DIY!, how come he can retire?"

Grandad "Well he was lucky. I was talking to him about it a couple of weeks ago. His Mummy and Daddy paid for him to go to a very good school. My Mummy and Daddy sent me to our local school. Back in 2020 there was a nasty disease and all of the A level exams, that they used to decide who went to University were cancelled. I'd worked very hard, but because I just went to an ordinary school, the government lowered all of my Grades by 2 marks. I'd been projected to get an A and two B's that would have got me into a University course, but the government changed that into a C and two D's. That meant I lost my place. I thought about resitting the exams, but decided to get a job in Garage to get some money, as there was a big recession after the plague and there wasn't much money around. I just got stuck doing that. Davids Grandpa went to a good school, so he was given the grades he was predicted. That meant that he got his University place and got a good job. He earned lots of money and got a good pension from the company"

 Little Johnny "That doensn't sound very fair Grandpa!"

Grandad "No it doesn't does it, but when you get to my age, you learn that life is not fair and Governments look after their own. The Conservative government of 2020 was made up of people who all went to very posh public schools, so when they gave the grades out, they made sure that the people who voted for them were looked after. People like us, who aren't so well off always get left behind. It is a hard lesson to learn son, but you just have to make the best of it and remember they are not on your side".