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Sunday, 25 January 2015

Unpicking the hegemony of individual responsibility



Individual Responsibility.

It seems so harmless. Ask yourself, “am I responsible for my own actions?” and I’m sure almost everyone reading this, maybe even all of you, would answer in the affirmative. I choose to eat and to sleep; to work and workout; and to live peacefully and live healthily (and if I don’t it’s of my own choosing). Life is an ocean and I am a boat: even when the water is rough I’m still in control of my own destiny.  

I disagree.

In fact, I think the outwardly fairly reasonable idea that we are responsible for ourselves and our actions is the driving force behind a significant portion of the world’s ills.

The corrupting influence of big business, the destruction of the environment, the perpetuation of racism, the slow death of public services – these all stem from the innocent-sounding ideal of individual responsibility. A ridiculous statement? Let me explain.

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There’s little wonder the notion of individual responsibility has gained such traction. I make my own destiny. I am beholden to nobody but myself. These are liberating mantras, no doubt, and are on what the American Dream is based. If you work hard enough you will make something of yourself, and nothing and no one can stop you. Your family background is irrelevant. The colour of your skin doesn’t matter. Success is gender-blind.

The idea of individual responsibility is the golden bullet of right wing, business-friendly thought. It is impervious to criticism: if you question someone’s autonomy – particularly in America – you are saying they cannot look after themselves, that they are not in charge if their own destiny, that there are factors outside their control that hold them back. For a politician to say such a thing would be political suicide. It goes against everything America was built on.

Furthermore, individual responsibility and the entrepreneurial attitude it breeds are the cornerstone of the free market. The free market is the freedom to sell products to consumers who are free to spend money how they wish, pinned on the assumption that everyone is capable of making intelligent autonomous decisions. The American economic miracle is the result. There is no denying how well it worked, and I’m not going to argue against deregulated capitalism being the most effective method of galvanising a nation’s economy. It’s economic rocket fuel. It’s no more than a bland truism to say the free market has produced a lot of amazing things.

However, I think capitalism has gone too far. It has overreached itself. The thrusters remain on full power, and we are at risk of passing out of orbit. Money, ever more concentrated in the top end of the business elite, has allowed corporations to shape western society for their own gain. How can a governor or politician resist the proverbial briefcase full of cash in return for something as minor as re-wording a bill or taking a business-friendly stance an on a particular issue? They can’t. Humans aren’t that strong, we aren’t incorruptible. Laws are fallible and can be unpicked, and top lawyers can twist words to any desired end. We need a system that protects us against our own weakness; currently we have one that exploits it.

If anything is to be done, we must look to the root cause and loosen the tight, suffocating grip the ideology of individual responsibility has over our lives.

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Businesses love the idea of individual responsibility because it allows them to sell harmful and damaging products with no fear of recourse under the auspices of “consumer choice”. This is the cornerstone of the free market. One of my favourite illustrations of this is in an episode of Parks and Recreation, in which Leslie Knope battles to prevent the show’s representation of big business, a local soft drinks company called Sweetums, from selling enormous 256oz sugar drinks, for which the city has developed a craving.

She is ruthlessly and efficiently attacked by Sweetums representatives in local politics and in the media as an enemy of consumer choice and the free market – essentially as an enemy of individual responsibility and, ultimately, America itself. Leslie didn’t think people were necessarily able to make wise decisions about what they consume for themselves, but there’s no way she could express that without immediately being voted out of office. She would effectively be saying, in the minds of the Pawnee residents, “you are too stupid to look after yourself”. There was no nice US sitcom ending to the episode: Sweetums won.

Leslie understands that, despite loud proclamations about freedom and individual responsibility, we are no match for modern marketing campaigns carried out by powerful businesses with stooges in the media and politics, and she wanted to protect Pawnee from that. However, as a public servant in a democratic society, she needs votes, but prevailing attitudes are so pro-business that any other line would ensure a swift and decisive defeat at the polls. Democracy is the great enabler in this scenario.

Marketing is very different today than it was fifty years ago, when capitalism was still relatively naïve. Back then, products were advertised on the back of their qualities. This car is faster than that car; this hammer is more ergonomic than that hammer. Watch an advert for Coca-Cola or McDonalds today and their message is entirely different. Modern marketing campaigns position a product as part of an identity: if you drink Coke you are healthy in mind, body and spirit,[1] while McDonalds markets itself on “love, sharing and family values”.[2] I try and maintain an awareness of the tug fast food has an me, and yet I still find myself craving a coke for no apparent reason. We aren’t that strong, and it’s not ridiculous to suggest we need support at an institutional level against free market-driven poor dietary habits.

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Fox News is the loudest voice espousing individual responsibility and free market supremacy. You don’t have to watch it for very long to realise that its every viewpoint rests upon absolute faith in individual responsibility. All the mindless froth – the racism, the warmongering, the anti-healthcare etc – becomes so much clearer when seen in this light. Bill O’Reilly, the angry face of Fox News, isn’t stupid, he just has an unwavering belief that every American is absolutely responsible for their own actions. A year ago, perhaps, I might have watched Bill shout down a leftie and seen an unexplainable evil, an aversion to rationality and an empathy deficit, but it sort of makes sense now. The things he holds dearest are his deeply-American ideals of individual responsibility and the free market, and left-leaning political thought by its very nature is an attack on that. He feels individual responsibility, the cornerstone of his beliefs, is a very rational stance, and so understandably gets very angry when it’s questioned. Of course, this viewpoint isn’t limited to Fox News, and can be found across all the Murdoch press and beyond on both sides of the Atlantic.

As one of the United States’ closest allies, Britain is more vulnerable than anyone to the spread of American corporate hegemony. The erosion of the NHS, our most precious institution, is a result of overly powerful private enterprise. Also under threat is the prison system (which the US has managed to turn into a business (see: the war on drugs)), and already lost are the post and rail services. From a business perspective, the NHS is a barrier to a profitable healthcare industry as found in the States, and so must be dismantled or bought out. The pro-business Conservatives with Margaret “there is no such thing as society” Thatcher as their guiding light, are proponents of a system disposed towards privatisation, while UKIP are overtly in favour of it. A further layer of dismay is found with the realisation that the free market model drives up obesity rates with irresistible sugary delights while also hovering up the resultant profits when unhealthy people seek medical attention.

The second “prong” is an ideological one, held by people who see state healthcare as a contravention of the ideology of self-reliance. Why should I have to pay for someone that can’t look after themselves? The answer, of course, is that it is perfectly possible to fall into unfortunate circumstances through no fault of one’s own. But individual responsibility blinds them to this. The American Dream is that anyone can succeed if they work hard enough. This may be true, but it doesn’t mean everyone can succeed; in fact, it ensures some will reach the top of the ladder just as others are kicked off the bottom. The right sees the homeless as failed individuals, the left sees the homeless as a symptoms of a failing society.

Similarly, racism is also entrenched by individual responsibility. Black people generally do worse financially and commit more crimes than white people, and individual responsibility makes it so easy to place the blame for criminal behaviour on black people themselves, who are obviously too stupid to have the wherewithal to get a good education and move to the suburbs. There is no – and there can be no – consideration for the social contexts of a person’s life, and the outside influences and structures that set them down an unfortunate path. There’s no space for empathy in Bill O’Reilly’s world of total autonomy.

The environment is another battleground of individual responsibility. While there are a few fringe idiots who genuinely believe the environment is fine and that nothing needs to be done, the bulk of the heavy lifting is done by corporations who realise that green laws would have a negative impact on their bottom line. This is a serious threat to our continued existence as a species, and it’s perpetuated purely by greed. This is maybe the most obvious instance of the damaging influence of the free market. What can the government do when anyone who makes a genuine attempt to crack down on pollution would be smeared as an enemy of all that is American?

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Where is the line? If ten is total individual responsibility and zero is no responsibility for our actions whatsoever, which number is the key to a successful and equal society? I don’t know. It’s a mix of the two, but exactly where I have no idea.

The 2011 London Riots are a good case study. There were two commonly-expressed point of views: one that said the rioters are simply terrible people and that it doesn’t take much self-control to not burn down a shop and steal things; while the other said it was a failing at a societal level, and that the rioters were a group of the marginalised poor, excluded from a capitalist system that constantly reminds them of the virtues of consumerism, who eventually cracked and robbed expensive shoes from shops. I can see both sides. Consumerist tendencies, I imagine, grow even in people without the money to participate, and I can see how that might become intolerable…but at the same time, don’t smash, burn and steal, Christ, it’s not that hard.

An admission about me: I’m pretty disdainful of fat people. I think obesity is a reflection of a lack of self-control, and a drain on public services. While I’m not enough of a dick to “fat shame” anyone, I’m not overly sympathetic either. But on the other hand, I have all the advantages a man can have to remain in shape. My mum only ever buys quality ingredients and doesn’t shirk on the veggies, and has taught me to cook healthily too. We’ve never made a habit of eating takeaways or fast food. I’m also, modesty aside for a second, athletically gifted so have always enjoyed sport, enough so that I still enjoy training rigorously five times a week. So it’s easy for me - I'm accutely aware of how arrogant this may sound but when it comes to health, you could say I was born into the 1%. Honestly, I do feel blind to the struggles some people go through to lose weight. I don’t know what it’s like for people raised in an environment less conducive to good health. But at least with this perspective I have some insight into the rarefied air of the plutocracy.

I think these are good examples that illustrate the difficulty in treading the correct line. My own instincts are towards a 6.5-7.5 out of 10 – we have control over ourselves in the moment, but our environment-driven subconscious may push us down certain paths without our conscious brain realising.

As for what I would do were in charge: I would protect the NHS and the prison system against a corporate buyout in a constitution (I think we need a constitution), and re-nationalise the train network and university system. I would criminalise lobbying of any kind. I would close the loophole that allows companies to escape corporation tax. I would ban companies that operate from tax havens from accessing the market. I’m not bothered by the idea that taxation might drive private capital away, societal balance is more important. I’d ask George Monbiot to sort out environmental issues.

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To close, a bit about films in the context of individual responsibility:

One of the (many) reasons Cloud Atlas is my favourite film of the past five years is because it preaches notions of an interconnected humanity. Near the end, one of the film’s heroes rejects his businessman father-in-law’s invitation to join his company to be part of a social movement. It’s worth quoting in full:

Haskel Moore: There is a natural order to this world, and those who try to upend it do not fare well. This movement will never survive; if you join them, you and your entire family will be shunned. At best, you will exist a pariah to be spat at and beaten – at worst, to be lynched or crucified. And for what? For what? No matter what you do it will never amount to anything more than a single drop in a limitless ocean.

Adam Ewing: What is an ocean but a multitude of drops?

The idea that one might be content being a humble part of a larger whole flies in the face of the idea preached by the right that everyone is the protagonist of their own story. The six main characters are all rewarded for helping others – sometimes in obvious ways, and sometimes in abstract ways. Adam Ewing’s life is saved by a black slave stowaway he helped find acceptance amongst the crew; Luisa Rey, aided by a number of allies, uncovers an oil industry conspiracy; Timothy Cavendish’s greed and self-absorption leads to imprisonment by a corporate nursing home that operates above the law, which he only escapes by helping and conspiring with his fellow man; Sonmi-451 is trapped in a corporate totalitarian world and is executed for trying to aid a rebellion, but her insight results in her accidental deification; and Zachry is helped by Sonmi’s wisdom to overcome his self-preservation instinct, enabling the continued existence of humanity. (Okay, hands up, I can’t really think how Frobisher fits into this to be honest!)

On the other hand…

The cinematic landscape is saturated with superheroes – paragons of individual responsibility – who carry the fate of the world on their shoulders. They are unwavering in their beliefs and uncorruptible to outside influences. Tony Stark uses his genius entrepreneurialism to leverage the free market and develop an ultimate weapon that saves the world from evil. The people at Marvel aren’t naïve. They know these aren’t simple stories about a few amazing people doing amazing things, but embodiments of the ideology that underpins the free market. There’s a reason these films are being churned out by the dozen at the moment and films like Cloud Atlas are forced to seek independent (mostly European) funding: films are not inert. The producers have political ideals and business interests, and shape their movies to reflect and perpetuate them.

It’s quite difficult to think of good examples of accessible, enjoyable left wing cinema. Attack the Block is one. We are introduced to our heroes when they mug a nurse – a pretty white woman who we naturally empathise with. The leader, Moses, plays the role of both protagonist and criminal at the same time. However, by the end of the film we learn that Moses’ life circumstances – his absentee parents, the pressures of being leader of a gang, the poverty of the titular block he lives in – conspire to push him down a path of petty crime, from which he is able to rise heroically, saving his friends. He’s not a bad person, he just isn’t immune to external pressure.

And the last word to, naturally (I can’t resist, I’m sorry I just can’t), In Bruges. Harry, the film’s antagonist, is bad because he applies his outwardly perfectly reasonable mantra of “don’t hurt kids” too rigidly, without compromise and with no space for context. He has no sympathy for a suicidal and repentant Ray, and eventually dies by his own hand when he blows Jimmy’s head off – had he taken context into account he would have discovered Jimmy is an adult dwarf and there was no reason to kill himself. I see this as similar to how Bill O’Reilly applies his mantra of individual responsibility too rigidly, allowing it to twist and distort him into a monster, despite a recognisable logic to his viewpoint.  


[1] http://www.coca-cola.co.uk/about-us/coca-cola-mission-vision-statement.html
[2] http://www.peopalove.com/brandtalk/2011/dec/brand-chat.html

Friday, 12 December 2014

Croatia Is Experiencing Sustained Deflation



My job involves reading a lot of stuff about the state of the world's economies, and one thing I find curious is the metaphorical and humanising language economists use to describe abstract economic currents that are best charted emotionlessly with a line and a couple of axes (worst.plural.ever). The first few lines are taken directly from a report about Croatia I edited today.
 
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Growth in 2015 will be weak at best, and the economy could continue to stagnate. Import growth is subdued because of constraints on domestic consumption. Croatia is experiencing sustained deflation.


Croatia is experiencing sustained deflation.


Croatia


  is experiencing


       sustained


               deflation


How does that feel, I wonder?


An emotional response, like the inverse of elation?


Or something else – a physical sensation,


A shrinking, perhaps – a country punctured


Like a tyre with a splinter?


Or maybe it’s both – like a cock drooping,


A hairline receding, a back stooping


Under a harsh winter.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Andy Schleck



 
There’s a pattern that runs throughout my sporting heroes. The all-time greats don’t really do it for me. Messi and Ronaldo? You can keep ‘em. Usain Bolt? An incomprehensible talent, but not for me. I’ve only warmed to Roger Federer since he got old.

No, flawed geniuses and nearly men are my deal. They tread tantalisingly close to greatness and mainstream recognition, but there is always something that holds them back. Tom Huddlestone – yes, I know, I never stop cheerleading – is one, with his best-in-class passing accuracy and scud missile shot tempered by a lack of bite and on-pitch authority. I revel in the English middle class disdain for Andy Murray and his teenagerish sulks, and his record-equalling consecutive Grand Slam final defeats. It’s not that I don’t want Murray to win, you understand, it’s that his shortcomings endear him to me.

The same goes for Andy Schleck, a cyclist from Luxembourg who kiiiinda won the Tour de France in 2010. He possesses an exasperating talent, one undone by a few glaring deficiencies, but over the course of his career did more than anyone to breathe life back into cycling in the post-Armstrong era.

To win a Grand Tour you need four key attributes. You have to be a) good at time trialling, b) good at climbing c) good at avoiding mishaps and d) not on drugs. Andy Schleck was only every really good at b), climbing, and despite some speculation, d). Every year he’d lose an unrecoverable amount of time in the time trials to Alberto Contador or Cadel Evans (and, well, mostly every decent rider in the peloton) and still manage to come second. It’d be like if Federer was only able to play backhand but reached the final of Wimbledon all the same. As for some perspective on the mishaps thing: one of Schleck’s iconic moments is his chain coming off moments into a potentially Tour-winning attack. He fell off a lot, too, crashing out of the Tour in 2012 and 2014.

It was the crash this year, and the resulting damage suffered to his knee, that forced him to announce his retirement from the sport last week. Schleck is 29 years old, an age where most Grand Tour contenders are nearing their peak, and his career is finished.


But in fact, even at 29, it has been some years since he made any waves on the professional circuit. A series of heavy crashes, terrible performances and continual abandonments (fuelled by speculation of growing alcoholism) from around the end of 2011 scuppered his reputation in the peloton as a contender. Schleck’s inability to finish a race became a joke in the cycling community; it reached the point that some smart-alec set up a website counting the days since he last finished a race. "SchleckChute" became a thing. The crash that irreparably damaged his knee was sustained on the outskirts of Cambridge by some troglodyte attempting to take a selfie. That video is hard viewing for me. It was not the end he deserved. 

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July 21, 2011. Stage 18. Col d’Izoard.

Sixty kilometres from the finish, Andy Schleck attacks.

No one bothers responding. Who attacks from 60km out? No one. It just doesn’t happen. Cadel Evans and Alberto Contador watch Schleck ride off into the distance, and do nothing. Group breakaways rarely survive; one-man breakaways never do. Minutes tick by; Schleck’s out of sight, and the gap increases.

Two of Schleck’s teammates – Joost Posthuma and Maxime Montfort – had strategically positioned themselves in the day’s doomed breakaway, for the sole purpose of serving as human battery packs once Schleck makes contact. He catches Posthuma ahead of schedule, two kilometres from the top of the penultimate climb, and finds him too worn-out to be of much use. He can offer Schleck a few moments respite from the wind, but nothing more. Schleck pedals on. The gap stretches to two minutes.

Schleck and a big Alp. Not pictured: e'rebody else
 
He catches up with Monfort just over the crest of the mountain, and Monfort guides him down the winding Alpine roads where they join up with the survivors of the breakaway. By the foot of the final climb, the gap to Contador and Evans has stretched to a full four minutes. With eighteen kilometres to go Monfort cracks, Nicholas Roche cracks, and Maxim Iglinsky cracks; Andy Schleck, now riding alone, stretches his lead to beyond four minutes. The stage win looks all but certain, but what of the time gaps? He needs two minutes twenty one seconds to take yellow from Thomas Voeckler, the tiny, gutsy Frenchman, and as much as possible over Cadel Evans.

The road up the Col du Galibier is one of the highest mountain passes in Europe, but this was the first time its peak was also the stage finish, setting a record for the highest ever stage finish. It has a formidable reputation, even amongst the Alpine giants. The climb is 18.1km long, peaks at 2645m, and the average gradient is 6.1%. The air is thin.

Cadel Evans, now realising the terrible blunder he has made, begins to huff up the mountain in dogged pursuit. This was it – like Schleck, Evans had a reputation as a nearly man himself, with second place finishes in 2007 and 2008 – the last stab either would get at winning the Tour. Evans, unaided by teammates and fueled by desperation, lays waste to the group, dropping Contador and Samuel Sanchez.

Cadel Evans on the warpath


Up the road, Schleck is on his last legs, and the gap begins to close. 

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For years, Lance Armstrong was the Hollywood blockbuster in the art-house cycling world. Putting the drugs calamity that followed aside for a moment, Lance was understandably a huge public draw: with the cancer thing, the swagger, the jawline, and let’s face it, the incredible ability on a bike, Lance Armstrong was Mr Tour de France. He retired in 2005 after a preposterous seven consecutive victories, and left a power vacuum behind. Literally every other rider in the peloton was part of the chasing pack, even the really good ones like Ullrich, Vinokourov, Menchov and Kloden. Cycling needed new blood (no Dr. Ferrari, not that sort of new blood) and some new leading men.

It didn’t take long. After a crap 2006 in which another brash American claimed yellow before subsequently being stripped of the title for doping offences, Contador won in fine style in 2007. Two months prior, a 22-year-old Andy Schleck announced himself to the cycling world by coming second in the Giro d’Italia. He was perhaps the outstanding rider at the 2008 Tour, working in support of his older brother, Frank Schleck, and Carlos Sastre, the Spaniard who won the race with an outstanding attack on Alpe d’Huez. 

By the time Contador and Schleck came together at the Tour in 2009, they were the top two Grand Tour riders in the world. They would only race three times in the Tour, but in my mind it became one of the great rivalries in sport.

In truth, Contador clobbered Schleck in 2009, as he did everyone, including Armstrong (making a respectable comeback) and Britain’s very own Bradley Wiggins, who surprised everyone by coming fourth. Contador was impervious, winning by 4’11” with an Armstrong-esque all-round superiority. Schleck beat Contador on the key stage up Mont Ventoux, but it was a token victory: Contador had won the Tour and could afford to let his rival cross the line first. 

Contador won again the following year, but this time it was closer. Much closer. Schleck put time into Contador early on following a crash, and by stage 9 was in yellow. The race came to a peak on stage 15. The pair never took their eyes off each other on the climbs, and played out a game of cat and mouse. Schleck refused to allow Contador to take his wheel for fear of being attacked from behind, and the two came to a virtual standstill, mimicking the track stand technique used by Chris Hoy and the track sprinters. That the rest of the field was barrelling up the mountain was of no concern to them; both knew that they were untouchable by the rest of the field, and that the race was theirs and theirs alone. It was a small moment, but a telling one.

Then the spark. Near the top of the Port de Bales, after which came a fast and short descent to the finish, Schleck caught Contador napping and attacked. Almost immediately, his chain came off, Contador counterattacked, and by the time the stage was over Schleck had lost 39 seconds, and the yellow jersey.

One of the most famous photos from the history of the Tour de France depicts eternal rivals Jacques Anquetil -- the five-time winner -- and Raymond Poulidor -- Anquetil’s shadow -- locked shoulder-to-shoulder, battling up a climb. Usually in such a situation one would be behind the other in order to take advantage of the slipstream effect; the bullishness and pride of both men triggered a one-on-one confrontation. Slipstream be damned, no hiding, this is a test of strength. It was pure ego. A fistfight on two wheels.

Jacques Anquetil (left) and Raymond Poulidor, 1964
Poulidor would win the stage; Anquetil the race. 

Schleck and Contador re-staged the duel on the slopes of the Tourmalet. The result was the same as in 1964: Schleck, as did Poulidor, won the stage; Contador the race. They rode away from the bunch with ease, and battled up the mountain. Schleck attacked, again and again, but with each move Contador countered. Then Contador went, but just as it looked like Schleck would snap, he clawed his way back to Contador's wheel. A late lunge for the line won Schleck the stage, but the celebratory fist-pump was muted. It wasn’t enough. 

Shoulder-to-shoulder up the Tourmalet
The time trial was tighter than expected: a surprisingly competent ride from Schleck actually brought him temporarily within two seconds of the overall lead, before his challenge faded and Contador was able to gain a further 31 seconds. One last twist of the knife: the final gap once the peloton rolled into Paris was 39 seconds – precisely the amount of time Contador gained after Schleck’s chain came off. Classic Andy Schleck.

Then the footnote. Remember quality d) from earlier, about the importance of not being on drugs? Well, it turned out to be Contador’s biggest flaw, and after testing positive for clenbuterol he was stripped of his wins from 2010 to 2012. Schleck became the 2010 Tour de France champion in the most unsatisfying way possible: by default. It was the outcome no one wanted.

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It was one of the truly great stage wins Tour history – all 102 editions of it. By the time a wobbling Andy had crossed the line (pictured in the header photo), Cadel Evans was only able to claw back half of the four minute deficit. But despite the impressive margin of victory, it still wouldn't be enough. Schleck didn’t even take the yellow jersey – an incredible ride by the un-fancied Voeckler saw him retain it by just 15 seconds, but he did end up wearing yellow after dropping Voeckler up Alpe d’Huez the following day. Evans was fantastic over the penultimate day’s time trial, turning the 57” deficit into a 1’34” victory. The only consolation was being joined by his brother, Frank, on the podium.

Cycling has changed over the years. An increase in professionalism and a cleaner peloton has reduced time gaps significantly. Mountain-top finishes – where the make-or-break moments in the Grand Tours usually play out – have become tighter, cagier affairs, with attacks from near the top to claim a handful of seconds becoming the norm. 

Thus, Andy Schleck’s lone assault of the Galibier was something of a throwback. In some ways his entire career was a throwback, in fact. Pure climbers capable of challenging for yellow are a thing of the past: you have to look way back to the likes of Luis Ocana and Schleck's compatriot, the enigmatic Charly Gaul, before you find such figures again.

The win on the Galibier was it for Andy Schleck. He had no further success on a bike. But in fairness, when you’ve just won the greatest stage on the highest peak the venerable old race has ever taken in, where else is there to go but down?



Sources:
http://www.sbs.com.au/cyclingcentral/news/56988/19-things-we-ll-never-forget-about-andy-schleck-if-he-retires
steephill.tv/reuters
http://totallycoolpix.com/2011/07/tour-de-france-2011-3rd-week-highlights/ (some really great photos in this selection)
http://www.bikeatelier.pl/dokumenty/aktualnosci/tour-de-bike-atelier-g-19628
 

Friday, 13 June 2014

Things I like at the moment

Not much to say here, just a list of internet things.

The Rowntrees Fruit Pastilles advert. Best advert ever.


The credits sequence to Alan Partiridge: Alpha Papa. Partridge is my favourite comic creation. There's a bit of Partridge in everyone. Love that noise.


Haven't watched it in a year, but the intro sequence to A Matter of Life and Death (Powell and Pressberger, 1946) is one of the best I've seen. Andy Marvell, what a marvel!


Footage of a stricken hump back whale, tangled in fishing nets, rescued by a few men; celebrates joyously.



Imogen Poots. Classy lass.



Good actress, too. Watch Filth as soon as.


Monday, 12 May 2014

Drones



Drones


I quietly observe the carriage.

All around, unsmiling, dead-eyed drones of the Underground pack the Bakerloo line like battery farm chickens. Non-responsive, their very demeanour whispers elegies to their disconnect from the world around them. Their mouths are sealed like tombs. Their ears are blocked by headphones that blare only with dense white noise. Personal space is not a concept that applies here. Personal space first requires a person; no such being exists in the dark and winding tunnels below London. Elbows nudge foreheads. Hair tickles noses. Too many sweaty hands grip a pole. No one complains. The rattle of the train and the rush of stale, dirty air through small openings are the only noises.

How can they be so sucked dry? I think to myself. When did they give up the fight? Not wanting to betray my thoughts I steal momentary glances at those around. The middle aged woman with the fading red hair. The smartly-dressed twentysomething City worker with the shiny face and shaven jaw. An elderly man in a reflective jacket. All following tracks through life just like the train they are on. They exert no force on the world around them.

The person opposite disembarks at Regents Park, leaving the seat vacant. The train passes into darkness once more and the window, now unobscured, abruptly becomes a mirror. There’s another.

The girl next to me reaches into her bag and pulls out a book. 2666 by Roberto Bolaño.

I catch a glimpse of the screen of faded-hair lady’s iPod. Tom Jones – Sex Bomb.

The elderly man in the reflective suit winks at a baby, which giggles.


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Sonder.

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.