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Stuck in the middle

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

Yesterday I wrote this, which was probably the biggest story I’ve done so far in the BBC. Mostly I work on quite low key stuff, so it was interesting to be writing the background to a guilty verdict in a murder trial, with very little time to pause for breath.

The way the law works in journalism makes me feel strange, morally. When someone is on trial, of course everything is neutral and careful (at least in the BBC) and they’re innocent until proven guilty. Then when someone is found guilty, they’re automatically a murderer and a killer.

It’s not that I have no faith in the courts, I hope they get these things right, and they’re obviously meticulous. It’s more how sudden the change is and how there’s this outpouring of “story” as soon as someone’s found guilty. Like everyone is waiting just to wheel out the societal reaction to a gruesome death.

That’s the other thing about working in news, I’ve never felt like such a cog in “society” before. Everything you do feels like breathing out normality, reality, the world as it is currently seen. Everything you write is centred on what people as an amorphous mass believe. It’s a really strange feeling. No matter how much you try and escape it, the more nuance and bias you remove the more things seem biased towards peoples natural preconceptions.

It’s strange how the raw truth can feel tainted by the lack of interpretation you put on it. Maybe I’m just cynical. Watch the TV news tonight (especially a local news bulletin) and then ask yourself this: how many stories start from the point of total ignorance, of total lack of interest or enthusiasm for anything? Every story seems to say “Look at this person, doing something which is odd to me the journalist”.

But everything is odd to the news journalist because the average news journalist is culturally clueless! Just witness how badly they handle stories about “EMOS” or rap music! It’s very frustrating.

All of the above leaves me considering other careers, or trying to do something a little different within my current one. It’s been good to work in news to learn this I guess. It’s early to give up anything totally, but I do think it takes a particular type of person to be a news journalist, one that I’m not.

What I have done in the 3 months I haven’t posted here

Friday, August 22nd, 2008
  1. Refused free newspapers (3 weeks in total)
  2. Waited on Northern Line (An infuriating 90 minutes or so)
  3. Travelled back and forth from Tunbridge Wells to London (probably a week)
  4. Benefitted from everything being open all the time.
  5. Suffered/recovered from everything being open all the time.
  6. Drank Aloe Vera juice (which tastes kind of alcoholic)
  7. Searched the web for Glenroe clips (more on this soon)
  8. Had a bedbug exorcism.

In Another Country

Tuesday, March 11th, 2008

I found myself ordering Guinness for the last two nights in London. I like Guinness but I don’t drink it as a rule. This has taught me two things. Firstly, Guinness in London is potentially just as good as Guinness in Dublin. A pub near where I am right now, in Kensington, had better Guinness than many places back home.

The second thing I’ve learned is more disturbing. It seems I drink Guinness more in London than I would in Dublin as some desperate statement of identity. My current programme is very multi-cultural and I guess it sort of makes being Irish seem less of a burden. It’s really interesting how even the least nationalist or patriotic person can still feel conscious of their birthplace like this once they no longer live there.

It’s blatantly clear that soon I’ll be at every one of Christy Moore’s London gigs in an aran sweater, all the while munching on blight infested potatoes.

Here are some things I’ve noted about London and since I moved there.

  1. Queuing: You have to queue for everything, there are more people here than you could possibly imagine.
  2. Yuppie Shame Redux: I now have a Muji bedsheet, mirror, and hand towel.
  3. London has gloriously resisted the cancer of Centra and Spar that has spread throughout Dublin. It’s a joy to have choice.
  4. Pub closing times are annoyingly early.
  5. Nu-rave still very big, judging by people you see around.
  6. I have zero idea what I want to do for a living anymore, even if I know I want to be a journalist.
  7. Living in a hotel is intensely boring.
  8. Moving from the city you grew up in after 25 years is a pretty euphoric experience.

Six Times

Wednesday, February 20th, 2008

Yes that’s the number of times Liverpool will have won the European Cup by the end of this season.

However, as of today, it’s also the number of times I’ve failed my driving test. Six tests in around 7 years, and six failures. Obviously I am not a good driver. The problem is, I don’t seem to flail around the road dangerously or cause accidents. I don’t think you’d think “what an awful driver” if you were in the car with me, at least I hope not. Still, I just fail the test, over and over and over. I’m starting to think I should go on reality TV with this.

I partly blame years and years of listening to music while driving. Be warned. Learn to concentrate and drive in silence. Other than that I don’t have any advice. Oh well, I guess I won’t be driving much in London city with no car.

Nite In My Name

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

What the hell has happened to the Nitelink?

It is so boring and menacing and devoid of fun these days that I might even consider sitting downstairs on future trips. That’s right, downstairs, where everyone has seemingly had a lobotomy!I must warn Dublin Bus: if the grand old lady of nocturnal transport gets any worse there are simple puns on the word “Nitelink” just waiting to be given their chance!

Back in olden times, say 2001 or 2002, the Nitelink was a magical place. You’d pay your few shillings, grinning from ear to ear as you marched up the stairs. Invariably it would be full of delightful Irish rogues, drinking, joking, and singing traditional Oasis songs. Every journey was like going on a journey. You never knew what kind of character you’d meet. Take this lad here, a genuine blues musician from the 1800s. Or this guy, who randomly abuses an innocent passenger. Salt of the earth.

Nowadays though, things are different. You trudge onto the Nitelink, making sure your headphones are blocking out all external sound. You know in your heart that “banter” no longer comes with the 4 euro ticket fee. People eat sandwiches and burgers and other crap, and they smoke like chimneys. Sharp faces reflect each other like knives. If you open a window to breathe an instant “CLOIZDA” rises up from behind you. So, thinking “what would Gandhi do?”, you pretend not to hear until your verbal assailant gets up and closes it themselves. At least I made them get up, you say to yourself passive aggressively.

The problem is clear. Nobody on the Nitelink is on drugs anymore! Could this be a time thing? I haven’t got the 4.30 Nitelink in ages. Is that one more fun? I mean, I can remember the days when you would sit upstairs on the Nitelink precisely because it was a laugh. Either I’ve changed or it has. Or maybe both.

What are we going to do about this? Traditional Irish heritage has been thrown in the bin. Caitlín Ní Houlihán has been mauled and left for dead by the rabid cubs of the Celtic Tiger. Now it seems the greatest institution of all, the Nitelink, is little more than a Quintuple Cinnamon Brie Skimmed Latté on wheels. It’s enough to make you want to vomit.

Except you’d probably be kicked off.

(Photo above from here)

Yuppie Products and Stores

Tuesday, February 12th, 2008

  1. San Pellegrino
  2. Moleskine
  3. Molton Brown
  4. Twinings
  5. Kronenberg Blanc
  6. Fallon and Byrne (Dublin specific)
  7. Cocaine

How many of the above do you use? What have I forgotten? In case it’s not clear I use all of the above except (and this is the god’s honest truth) number 7.

Edit: I forgot Muji.

Edit 2: All Apple products?

Edit 3: Innocent Smoothies (definitely expensive enough to fit here)

Wrong

Monday, February 11th, 2008

“REFERENCE NUMBER:MTPY”

(These are the people the government have put in charge of the new privatised driving tests. Not to go all Littlejohn but seriously)

A Sick and Familiar Feeling

Monday, February 11th, 2008

Walking down the street only to realise that a sock is stuck in the leg of your trousers, slowly inching its way towards freedom.

Elias Canetti again and “Flip-Flopping”

Thursday, February 7th, 2008


“Knowledge and truth were for him identical terms. You draw closer to truth by shutting yourself off from mankind. Daily life was a superficial clatter of lies. Every passer-by was a liar. For that reason he never looked at them. Who among all these bad actors, who made up the mob, had a face to arrest his attention? They changed their faces with every moment; not for one single day did they stick to the same part. He had always known this, experience was superfluous. His ambition was to persist stubbornly in the same manner of existence. Not for a mere month, not for a year, but for the whole of his life, he would be true to himself.”

So I already posted about this book right? Well I have a different angle this time!

When you read the above excerpt, what do you think? Do you think that that person sounds courageous? Do you think that they are heroic? Or that they are obsessive, that they are stubborn and unwilling to change?

In the context of the book, that character (Peter Kien) is more a psychiatric case than a hero. But I’ve been thinking about the ideas in the above paragraph a lot of late. When re-framed as the viewpoint of a man who obviously has psychiatric problems, a man who needs to change, they really lose their lustre.

With the US Presidential Election back in the news, I remembered John Kerry being constantly attacked last time around by the right for “flip-flopping”. Their idea was that somebody who changed their mind on key issues should not be president.

It’s a pretty common indictment. The idea of being true to oneself at all costs seems to be too entrenched in us, to the point where it’s really misunderstood. What if your “self” is actually a damaging force? How can you be sure you shouldn’t change, at least some attitudes?

It seems silly to praise people for not changing, to have a societal meme that seems to suggest blindly resisting change and the times is worthy behaviour. I mean, isn’t it just as likely that somebody who does this is stubborn or just prejudiced?

It’s one thing if you are Martin Luther King, and your life is spent pursuing racial equality or something, even though he surely changed too, as we all do. But there are just as many deluded fundamentalists and fascists who “stay true to themselves” as there are freedom fighters who do so.

It strikes me that it takes even more guts for somebody to admit they were wrong about something, than to plough on after the same goals relentlessly. Similarly, the older you get, isn’t it harder to change than to stay the same?

People should change, I think. Obviously not non stop, all day everyday, but doing the right thing often means acting against instinct. I mean, does anybody wake up every day and think “I am perfect”? I doubt it. People give up bad or negative habits constantly, even if it’s something like smoking or overeating. There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s positive change.

Similarly, people should feel free to change their ideas about art or politics or life. You have 80 years or so on this rock, there are millions of perspectives and ideas to adopt, and so it’s always worth challenging the ones you already have. Forget “being true to yourself”, just take each event logically as it comes, you should be putting yourself on trial just as much as everybody else. I mean personally, the more I find perspectives that make my existing ones require more thought, the more I’m learning.

I mean, all that’s pretty lofty, I’m no philosopher and god knows I’m as stubborn sometimes as anyone. But even acknowledging that this is not something to be proud of seems a better starting point than this weird innately conservative distrust of change, or of people who change. It’s better in personal life and in politics.

I mean, come on! Shouldn’t we save the real respect for a politician or person who has the grace to say “I thought this then, but I was wrong”? And isn’t it more natural or “true to ourselves” to change our views than for them to stay the same? Think of the words we use to describe people who don’t change, almost all imply it’s a coercive process.

Similarly, doesn’t anyone who works for liberalism and tolerance risk being wrong more than somebody who promotes “values” or “the family” ad infinitum?

So sure, politicians can curry favour with the electorate by changing their stance on an issue, but it’s probably more important to decide whether you agree with their new stance than whether you are happy with the motivation for their change of mind.

As far as I can see it, the right will always benefit from this “flip-flopping” argument, because the entire problem with wanting politicians (or people) to be utterly consistent is that it’s easy to stay the same if you don’t want any change, and very difficult not to make make mistakes if you do.

The Paedo Pound

Friday, February 1st, 2008

Ryanair have been asked to withdraw the above ad, and Woolworths have decided to stop selling “Lolita” bedroom furniture for young girls. I’d love to meet the person who decided “Lolita” was a clever name for a company selling furniture for young females. And then put him/her on Dragons Den to explain why.