Sunday 11th March, 2012

Well, I continued the series on Women’s Roles in Fantasy Fiction (and in the real “Middle Ages”) with Women’s Role Models: Generals. There are two related site “innovations” this week. I’ve now put a short section at the end of each of the related posts so that it’s easier to jump between them (if you, you know, actually enjoy reading them) and I’ve shuffled my site categories slightly to allow an easy jump to the group of posts from the menu on the right (and here). The end is in sight with the final post in the series planned for Wednesday this week.

Which also means that now is the time to nominate a subject for me to waffle on, or request an expansion on something I’ve already covered, if you’ve enjoyed my attempts at blogging.

The redrafting on 25 Ways To Kill A Werewolf continues. I’ve got everything marked-up on paper and I have six more to get onto the computer. Further writing may resume soon, particularly as I’ve had some werewolf related ideas. I suspect there will be a brief short story (or two) detour before I make it back into the world of my Gens.

In rugby news, Wales beat Italy (woot!), Ireland beat Scotland (but it looked close for a while) and Alain Rolland is not scared of controversy (France – England, England won) – this being the referee last mentioned with respect to the World Cup and the France – Wales game (Sunday 15th October, 2011). This week, he gave a yellow card to an English player for something that was technically a penalty. Well, pending any comments from the various rugby boards as to whether they agree with the ref’s call. Again, Mr Rolland’s biggest problem was being put in a situation where his impartiality can be questioned. He should be banned from refereeing any international match with France playing just as he is not allowed to referee an international Ireland match. Not because I believe he’s partial but because it will cut down at least half of the griping. Seriously, the related comments spoil my enjoyment of the game more than his actual calls do!

In life off computer and tv, the boiler was fixed on Monday – so, yet again, I have heating back in time for the weather to warm up. Having worked outdoors three days out of five last week and having been enjoying the summer-like weather today, I can safely say I wouldn’t have frozen to death if the boiler hadn’t been under warranty. On the other hand, I’ve been a sight more comfortable than I would have been without it.

Sunday 15th October, 2011

Well, it looks like today’s a rant blog-type post about rugby, cultural identity and unfairness. Anyone who has followed the World Cup – particularly the Wales games – can probably guess where this is going. But for those of you who don’t:

Just the Facts, Ma’am

This will get more link heavy later but the short short version is:

  1. About twenty minutes into the France – Wales semi-final of the 2011 World Cup, the Welsh captain, Sam Warburton, was sent off with a red card (i.e. banned) for a dangerous tackle. You can see a film of the tackle here: [External Link]. In order to keep it as neutral as possible, I’ve managed to find the replay from the actual half-time breakdown – although please be aware that the pundits actually come down very much in Warburton’s favour.
  2. Wales went on to lose the match with a final score of 9-8. This breaks down into three penalties for France and one try (unconverted) and a penalty for Wales.

Establishing the base-line

This is my blog and I’m going to show you this through my eyes. Although by now I’ve had well over 24 hours to have a look at the situation and reconsider my initial urge to challenge the referee to a duel. That said, I need to explain where I’m coming from and why this is a matter of cultural identity for the fans as much as it is about the actual game rules. So…

I’m a mongrel. Admittedly all British and not much darker than a saucer of milk, but I am a mongrel and fairly proud of it (there’s a tattoo to prove it that I’m going to mention again later). Anyone who’s been involved in the genealogy stuff or read any of it will know about my amusement and pride in being from “all over”. I was also born outside of the UK (and even the British Isles). I’ve never really belonged to any one place. I’m honorary “Yorkshire” because that’s where I now live and grew up on the edge of it – which is the closest you’ll ever hear me get to saying I’m English, because I’m not. I’m British. (If anyone ever asks me in Welsh where I come from, I fully intend to practice the sentence “Dw i’n dod o’r Hen Ogledd”, no matter how pretentious it sounds.)

My English friends and relatives – and it’s not consistent throughout the family which nation people say they belong to, we’re mongrels, after all – have questioned the use of “British” in the past. To them, it’s either the same or a nonsense as I speak with a Northern English accent and live here.

“Them and Us” and why everyone hates the English

The thing about the Home Nations (England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales, plus a few other islands who have some semi-independence: Isle of Man, Guernsey, Jersey, Sark) taken together is that we like to bicker. There’s nothing that gets us going quite like having an argument with the fellas from the next valley, which leaves us open to easy distraction: “Hey, look! Your neighbour’s stealing your sheep! Ignore this invading army I have with me!” It’s a principle called “Divide and Conquer” and it’s worked very well on us since the Romans dragged us kicking and screaming into recorded history. It probably worked pretty well on us beforehand but, as any historian will tell you, we don’t have any sources that prove it.

It’s behind well known rivalries such as the various North-South divides, and Lancashire v. Yorkshire. I would be willing to put money on the resentments being based on history most of us don’t even get taught, being far enough back to be considered irrelevant. However, what pisses everybody off the most is the “London is the centre of the world” approach of the media. It’s bad enough that politics and the legislators seem to think this without the news coverage agreeing with them.

ASIDE: Seriously, dudes, multiple parliaments? British parliament, not English parliament? What part of your anatomy did you engage, because it sure as Hell wasn’t your brains. Why didn’t you just say that English MPs can only vote on English or UK matters, Scottish on Scottish and UK and Welsh on Welsh and UK? I accept that Northern Ireland is a special case (very special) and that people like to have their own, local buildings (who wouldn’t) but current set-up? Weirdos…

To illustrate my point about the media and even the most impartial of British media, the BBC, fall foul of this one.

As a general rule, “National Media” – for which read stuff based in London that is supposed to cover the whole UK but tends to talk almost exclusively about England – tends to cover only… well, England. You would not believe the column inches that go into examining the minutiae of English teams and management and film-stars. Or maybe you would if you follow gossip columns. It’s rare, though, for them to go on about other Home Nation teams, management, etc to the same degree.

Basically, anyone who is winning or succeeding, whether at sport or business, is English or British (depending on their Home Nation). It has been known for a few people to confuse them on occasion, being claimed when there is no particular right to them. (i.e. Barry McGuigan, from the Republic of Ireland but sometimes competed for Northern Ireland and took on British Citizenship, thanks to Simon McGrory for that fact!). Film stars are British or English roses, studs or talents. Business men are wealthy British or English people, or talented English or British entrepreneurs. Even if they never return to these fair shores again.

Then, of course, the inevitable failure – because no one wins all the time. So the star becomes the “dour Scot”, the “poor Welshman”, or the “unfortunate Irishman”. Not even the English escape this downgrading as those from the regions can become the “poor Yorkshireman”, the “unlucky West Countryman” and so on. They sometimes even remember that it’s the England and Wales Cricket Board (and team). This is assuming anything important enough for the Londoners to pay attention to is happening. After all, it took three or four days for the BBC to swing behind the Wales rugby team, even with Chris Evans banging on about it every morning.

There’s nothing like sport, of course, for bringing out this behaviour. In the case in point, almost as soon as the whistle blew for full-time, the BBC web-site was declaring “Wales crash out of the World Cup”. Excuse me? a loss by only one point does not equate to “crashing out”. Of course, the BBC website can be considered a living document. Headlines and content changes somewhat over time. Within a couple of hours, the content including talk about “gallant Welshmen” (they fought hard for 60 minutes with one less player on the pitch). The latest version [External Link] has swung back to a more middle ground, impartial view. Or it was at the time of blogging.

Sam Warburton’s value with the BBC has likewise done a bit of changing [External Link]. Initially there was quiet surprise that he had been red carded, then quiet support and now quiet condemnation as he’s been officially declared in breach of game rules (more on that later).

Finally, people are also starting to figure out that there were other opportunities in the game that were missed. There were a few kicks that could have made the one or two point difference. Most of us – the people I talk to about rugby scores – have agreed this already but now the media, or at least the BBC, have mentioned it. But, following the “official breach” bit, we just wonder if it’s to distract us: [External Link]. It’s easy to believe in conspiracy theories when you don’t want to believe in unprofessional or stupid behaviour.

I try not to fall into the whole trap of resenting three-quarters of my grandparents’ contribution to my heritage. This is why I have a tattoo of the Welsh Dragon and the English Dragon / Wyrm (the Old English term) on my back. While the Welsh mythology has them fighting until one becomes the victor, to me it’s a reminder that I have both inside of me – that I should be as proud of the English roots as the Welsh – but it’s bloody difficult come any type of sporting event.

Sports are industries, too

So, you have that need for “Them and Us” and you have the media exploiting it and you have… yet another industry set up to make money out of tribalism. Sports have people baying for blood in a way that governments haven’t managed to perfect, to date. I get a bit smug about supporting a sport that tends to have the violence on pitch so the fans don’t have to bother, but this doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen at all.

Anyway, like any industry police, the International Rugby Board (IRB) and their refs are supposed to be impartial and enforce the rules. But what did I learn from this weekend?

  1. Impartiality doesn’t matter – or more precisely the appearance thereof. Alain Rolland, the referee for the France – Wales game, is probably a great fella and was totally impartial on the outcome. However, his employees / the IRB should never created a situation where it could have been questioned. To explain for those who don’t know, Mr Rolland is a half-French Irishman and Wales beat Ireland last week. Like I said, I don’t actually think Mr Rolland was particularly partial to the French. His penalties aside from the red card did not favour any side over another. The red card only favoured the French because it left the Welsh a man down, not because it was flourished with intent. But he shouldn’t have been there because that’s the first thing any Welsh fan or player or member of team management would counter with in any situation. This is not something that should arise. Ever.
  2. Consistency doesn’t matter If the Environment Agency tried something like this on in my industry (waste), there would be an uproar and rightly so. The IRB rules favour the red card for dangerous tackles. The rules have been in discussion since the British and Irish Lions tour of New Zealand in 2005, when Brian O’Driscoll was injured by a spear tackle, and were put into force sometime after, I think 2008. However, they haven’t been fully enforced, with tackles that would qualify being yellow carded (sin-binned for ten minutes) throughout most of that period and definitely the 2011 World Cup. Watch that linked video again at the top and now you’ll understand what the pundits are talking about. This rule should have been enforced this strongly from the beginning of the tournament or this infringement should have been dealt with in the same manner as past infringements in this same tournament – with some public announcement afterwards that this would change.
  3. Credibility doesn’t matter To give them their due, the IRB did announce they were going to crack down on the infringements – but just before the semis. This is unfair because it’s not consistent (see above). In doing this, the IRB have behaved unprofessionally themselves (note that this is not really the referee that’s at fault as he behaved according to the rules and to some degree not the player, who did not plan this tackle to go this way) in responding to their employee’s earlier laxness. There will be no (public) enquiry into these other referees’ behaviour, or Mr Rolland’s, and there will be no publicly acknowledged punishment. There will be no rematches or adjustment of outcome because having a player sent off for the whole game changes the whole situation. This has all come about because the IRB want to be seen as credible but all they’ve done is confuse everyone involved – and turn two people into scapegoats, one for them and one for the Welsh supporters.

Monday 25th April, 2011

A continuing lesson in how not to do things.

In order that things have been not working this last fortnight:

  1. Don’t expect people to get back to you quickly. Seriously. Things are never as important to other people as they are to you. This applies at work and in everything else. I don’t get particularly upset about this but I do end up looking daft on occasions where I’ve assumed things will move quicker. And have told someone else that they will.
  2. Don’t talk about… anything that you can’t guarantee. Like something will be ready tomorrow, when it isn’t. Or saying you’ll complete a particular job when you’ve got no chance.
  3. Don’t talk about… anything that’s still in the ideas stage. Stop talking, start doing. Otherwise it’ll never get passed the ideas stage. My writing can suffer from this but this was actually a work thing.
  4. Don’t believe in five minute jobs. There’s no such thing. Always allow twice the time you think something will need. Unless it’s something you expect to take less than 24 hours, in which case add at least another week… (Yeah, you read that right.)
  5. Don’t get distracted by the shiny. Say, spending money on pictures (Louisa Kemp Arts [External Link]) you probably shouldn’t be buying. If only because Sod’s Law states you’re about to need that money for something else.
  6. Don’t let your boiler break down. Again with the internal water features. Hopefully it won’t cost too much to get fixed but it may be sometime next week or the week after before said boiler is actually fixed. This means water rationing in order not to flood my house.

I’m also considering adding Don’t drink home-mixed milkshake through a straw as I can’t manage to clean out my favourite curly-wurly straw since my niece used it yesterday. The closest I have to positive news this update is to let you know I’ve stripped half the wallpaper from my bedroom, had the sparkies in to sort out some wiring in the house and have managed to do maybe 2000 words of writing. Well, that and we managed to have a lot of fun with my niece doing over Easter (aside from the straw-maiming)

Sunday 21st June, 2009

A mixed bag of a week – a bit of writing (although mainly re-drafting), a bit of genealogy and a fair chunk of web-site fiddling.

So, in reverse order of effort, we’ll start with the writing. I’ve got around to redrafting the Dwarvish Virtues, part of the Virtuous World, and have now put the first of the four stories on the web-site. It can be found here [Link removed – JT 29/09/2011]. The other three will follow over the next three weeks. As with the Elvish Virtues, of the same world, I warn you that these are essentially me trying to put together the background of the races involved. Writing quality is pretty low. One day, I may rewrite them to something better, but not at the moment.

I have made another foray into my Pembroke THOMASes this week. In trying to find out if John THOMAS, son of William and Catherine, moved to the States using the census data on Ancestry [External Link], I’ve tightened up and extended the line of his brother, Edward. So a few tweaks to the page and the attached file. Unfortunately, no sign of John. The problems of searching for a very common name.

And now the bit that’s going to come off as a rant. Okay, it is a rant. I apologise in advance.

If you logged on any time between Sunday afternoon and Wednesday night (BST), you may have had the top menu bar jump around on you. The original implementation was a bit messy. The only way I could display it in the layout and the multiple colours as I wanted was with the use of html tags in the page titles (which I can’t control that well, anyway, due to the magic and “ease” of switching to Mambo Content Management System rather than just using raw html). I received a couple of e-mails to the effect that the site was nice but the page titles used were a bit messy. So, being a little sensitive to the thought already, I set to. I’m afraid what we have now is as good as it gets. No longer do I have my shiny menu bar where I want it (all aligned to the left), but at least I got rid of the html tags and kept the pretty colours.

And that’s where they stay unless someone out there is nice enough to work out how to get it exactly right and explain it to me in words of one syllable. Because I sure as hell won’t. I wound myself up pretty badly over it and had to forcibly remind myself on Wednesday night that a) I do this as a pastime and b) I am not a professional and cannot work to that standard without training. Actually, I’m lower than an amateur. As far as computers go, I class myself as a wilful non-professional – otherwise this stuff is no fun at all!

To end my rant about my lack of computer skills despite the degree in computer science – hey, it’s almost eight years old now, unused and ready for retirement – I did manage to get the diary archive fixed. Yeah, I know. Total change of subject. That’s what I thought when it suddenly hit me how to fix it, mid menu fight.