Alan Smith: a football role model

Footballers don’t get a great press. They’re condemned as overpaid, cheating prima donnas. So it was wonderful to read this story in The Guardian today, in which Manchester United player Alan Smith dismisses all talk of ill feeling towards Liverpool fans for ugly incidents that followed his serious injury during the FA Cup tie between the clubs last February.

Smith broke his leg during that game, and his ambulance was attacked outside the stadium. But he dismisses the incidents as the actions of a few people out of a million. The Guardian reports that he plans to visit Liverpool’s dressing room to thank the club’s medics for their help.

This is exactly the kind of sportsmanship that defuses tensions between fans. What a contrast with Chelsea manager Jose Mourinho’s behaviour after goalkeeper Petr Cech was injured in last week’s Reading v Chelsea game. Mourinho said Cech had to wait 30 minutes for an ambulance, a claim rebutted by Reading and the regional ambulance service. Mourinho is fast gaining a reputation as a man obsessed by gamesmanship. He could – and should – learn from Alan Smith’s maturity and sensitivity. 

No, Minister

There’s something very sinister about a Government minister calling for a classroom assistant to be sacked. It smacks of Orwell’s Big Brother.

Phil Woolas, the minister responsible for race relations made the comments to the Sunday Mirror. He was referring to Aishah Azmi, the assistant suspended for wearing a full veil.

It’s a sensitive case, which must be resolved in the proper way, through an employment tribunal. Mr Woolas should have refused to comment.

Hello Autumn

Hello Autumn
Early morning mist. Even Canary Wharf can look magical in the right light!

Northern Ireland: the past is another country

Another round of talks started this week, aimed at restoring home rule to Northern Ireland. After so many failed starts, the doomsayers will be in full swing.

But to those of us who remember the carnage of the Seventies and Eighties, the present peace is little short of miraculous. Those atrocities are etched on our memories. I remember where I was when I heard Airey Neave had been murdered (in a car driving past Heath High Level station in Cardiff, since you ask). I’ve similar memories of Lord Mountbatten’s assasination, and the Harrods and Hyde Park bombing. Thirty years ago, it took a particularly awful crime to break through British indifference to the insanity of Northern Ireland terrorism.

That time has passed. Ulster is overcoming its past, slowly but surely. Ireland and Britain are very different countries now: more diverse, more prosperous. We can celebrate the relationships within these islands. When Ian Paisley sits down with a Catholic bishop you know the past is another country.

The Amazing – but unbelievable – Mrs Pritchard

If you like your television drama to be grittily realistic, you’d best give the BBC’s latest effort a miss.

The Amazing Mrs Pritchard portrays the meteoric path to power of a supermarket manager. Mrs Pritchard takes great exception to two parliamentary candidates scrapping in the carpark of her store. She decides she could do better, announces she’s standing, gathers an instant party – and sweeps Tony Blair from power.

Jane Horrocks is excellent in the title role, but nothing can save the drama from its sheer implausibility. (Incidentally Gavin Esler will be in trouble for calling her amazing – goodbye BBC impartiality…)

Good British political drama is rare. Channel 4 gave us A Very British Coup in 1989, and ITV gave us Bill Brand – about a Labour candidate – during the long, hot summer of 1976. (The more recent House of Cards was pastiche.) But nothing that comes close to The West Wing.

Should marketers use July 7 images?

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Is it ever right to make marketing mileage out of a tragedy?

That was the question that sprang to mind today when the BBC reported criticism of an advert for the charity CALM (left), which contrasts the universal awareness of the London July 7 suicide bombers with the lack of awareness of hundreds of young men who kill themselves every year.

I imagine – hope – that CALM debated at length whether it was right to base a suicide awareness campaign on the carnage of July 7. I think they’ve got it badly wrong. There are times when it’s right to be hard-hitting and provocative: the Government’s drink drive campaign has used far more graphic images in recent years. But these ads are designed to prevent a repeat of the scenes portrayed – very different from CALM’s campaign.

CALM’s ad encourages us to treat with sensitivity people under huge pressure, and to help them before they consider suicide. Yet it ignores the upset seeing the image of the bombed bus will have on those traumatised by the events of that terrible day.

One of the July 7 survivors rightly told the BBC the London bombers didn’t kill themselves because they were under pressure. They did so to kill and main as many innocent people as possible.

CALM’s cause is important and valuable. But on this occasion they’ve blundered. 

20 years on: a tale of two newspapers

The Independent is twenty years old this month. The paper held a lavish bash last week to mark the occasion.

The Indy’s arrival was a significant moment in modern British media history. But it’s easy to forget that another national newspaper launched in 1986, creating an even greater stir. Today was the brainchild of Eddy Shah, the owner of a string of local papers, who fought union attempts to impose the closed shop on his publications. More than anyone else, Shah broke the hold of the print unions, giving Rupert Murdoch the confidence to move News International to Wapping in January 1986.

Today failed (Shah sold it to Murdoch in 1987, who closed it eight years later) but its legacy lives on.

It’s easy to forget how appallingly British national newspapers served their readers in the 1970s and 1980s. Margaret Thatcher’s arrival in Downing Street in 1979 wasn’t covered by The Times and Sunday Times: they had been closed by their then owners the previous November in an unsuccessful attempt to break the power of the print unions. (The papers finally returned after a year off the streets, and Thompson sold to Rupert Murdoch just over a year later.) As a student, I grew weary of discovering The Guardian had failed to appear yet again. Yet these disasters didn’t stop Fleet Street from telling government and business how to run their affairs.

Working as a photographer must have been heartbreaking 20 years ago: your work was poorly displayed and then rendered almost unrecognisable on the printed page. The Independent’s birth, along with the belated arrival of (nearly) new print technology, changed all that. The Indy quickly earned a reputation for valuing photography as a worthy equal of the written word. But in those early years, many accused the paper of having no soul: its pages lacked ‘must read’ features to complement the clean design and marvellous photos.

Two decades on, the Indy is a minority interest, despite pioneering the compact format and becoming more strident in its opinions. But its survival – courtesy Tony O’Reilly – is something to celebrate.

Sony Ericsson: style not always guaranteed

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I love my new Sony Ericsson K800i phone. As you might have spotted from recent posts, I’ve finally worked out how to post to Typepad from it, rather than the default Blogger option.

I learned a lesson with my last handset: modern phones scratch easily. So I sent off for a cover for the K800i. It was an official Sony Ericsson one, so I assumed it would be as stylish as the phone. No such luck…

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Will Webcameron make the Tories winners again?

The Conservatives unveiled Webcameron at the start of their party conference.

The video blog is designed to project David Cameron to a younger audience that has grown up with the rise of blogging and social media sites such as YouTube. You could call it Cameron Direct: by-passing journalists and their pesky questions.

The launch hit the headlines, enjoying a positive reaction even in papers traditionally hostile to the Tories, such as The Guardian.   

There’s been a lot of talk about how the Tories are stealing a march on Labour: many of the best known political blogs are on the right, such as Iain Dale and Guido Fawkes. But it’s hardly surprising: opposition lends itself to polemic, unlike government, and blogging thrives on controversy and forthright comment. Similarly, the big advances in party political communications have often been by parties in opposition: Gordon Reece’s makeover of Margaret Thatcher in the late 1970s; Peter Mandelson’s and later Alastair Campbell’s work for Labour from the late Eighties onwards.

I applaud the idea behind Webcameron: using the latest communications tools is a sensible move, especially when they’re all about a two-way conversation. Cameron, like Blair 12 years ago, has a (perhaps short-lived) advantage of appearing fresh and different, prompting many cynical voters to give him the benefit of the doubt.

But I can’t see Webcameron having huge appeal beyond the politically aware and active. The latest video of the boy David talking about how the conference went was an insomniac’s dream. Worthy but dull. Content is king, and by the evidence so far Webcameron will have to raise its game.

PR bloggers such as Simon Collister and Stuart Bruce have contrasting views of Webcameron and its likely impact. Simon shares my view that politicians have to engage in a more honest debate on key issues and policies. Stuart appears to believe that politicians are as much spun against as spinning and often engage in more genuine conversations than the mainstream press would have us believe. 

By coincidence, I found two examples this weekend on the web that support both these points of view.  The Guardian website carries a video by Dan Chung showing the media pack pursuing the hapless Boris Johnston after his comments about Jamie Oliver and school dinners.  It made me feel sorry for Johnston, whose comment "Can I ask you in all sincerity if you think you’ve over-egged this?"  struck me as a very fair question. The media pack in full cry is not a pretty sight.

The other example was Iain Dale’s post admitting that he may have been too quick to dismiss Isabel Oakeshott’s story in the Sunday Times suggesting the Tories were gung-ho about privatising the NHS. The article quoted Tory policy chief Oliver Letwin as saying there were no limits to privatisation plans. Dale initially followed Tory head office’s party line but after talking to Oakeshott concluded that this may be a case where both sides genuinely believed they were right. Dale’s candour is commendable: voters like politicians who are prepared to listen to other views and admit they don’t have all the answers. It amazes me that so few grasp this simple fact.

Dale is the man behind 18 Doughty Street, the web-based ‘television’ channel that launches this week. Iain’s approach on his blog suggests that the new venture may be more than a predictable rightwing outlet for the hang-em and flog-em brigade that many fear. If it not, it will sink without trace.

Chris and Hugh go cycling

Chris and Hugh go cycling

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