I went to see "We need to talk about Kevin" on Monday night at Swansea Uni. The cinema was full of tweedy, intense people looking to engage anyone within earshot in a conversation about "the message" Shriver was trying to convey with her story, the startling cinematography, particularly the face in the bowl of water shot, and the heart-rending end to an intense story.

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I thought it was grim. Tilda Swinton is one of those actors who seem to dwell in the twilight between jobs: her etiolated, starvation-form frame makes her a poster girl for heroin addicts everywhere and her portrayal of Eva (Kevin’s mother) was completely different to the personality that poured out of Lionel Shriver‘s novel. Instead of a ripped up, semi-psychotic woman, who has long since passed the edge of reason, we got monotonous staring into space, allied to a defeated acceptance of her role as a social punch bag.

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What a long way we’ve come

Posted: 17th January 2012 by Martyn in Racial equality

This is a newspaper advertisement from the 1960s. The open and naked prejudice of it is staggering in this day and age, but it was still only forty odd years ago.

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Today, of course, the modern Conservative Party has moved on from this and now embraces a non-discriminatory stance. I’m glad about that, not just because many of my heroes such as Jimi Hendrix, Aretha Franklin, Muhammad Ali and Colin Jackson – amongst others – are from ethnic minorities, but mostly because I would be uncomfortable with one of our national parties still discriminating against people on the basis of their skin colour.

Which is why I thought I’d check to see how our friends in Parliament are doing. There are several issues that have to be faced first. In many cases ethnicity is often a case of self-definition and isn’t necessarily obvious. However, the Government publishes a paper called “Ethnic minorities in Politics, Government and Public Life”.

This paper reveals that ethnic minority groups make up 7.9% of the British population, so if you round that up to eight people in every hundred, so you would expect in a Parliament of six hundred and fifty for there to be fifty-two MPs from ethnic minorities (although because of the way Parliamentary boundaries are skewed, the true figure would be seventy-eight) if there were any kind of proportionality to it all. There isn’t. Only twenty-seven MPs up to December 2011 described themselves as being part of an ethnic minority.

Of these sixteen are Labour and eleven are Conservative. None of the other parties has a member from an ethnic minority, including the very right-on Liberal Democrats. So, just 4.1% of the Members of Parliament come from an ethnic minority. Looking at the Party breakdown – sixteen from two hundred and twenty nine for Labour is 6.9% and eleven from three hundred and six Conservative MPs is just 3.6%.

This figure for the Conservatives is a big step forward from the two ethnic minority MPs they had in the last Parliament, but it really is not good enough, is it? But I’m not here to decry or condemn the Conservatives for being pretty rubbish at representing ethnic minorities, and let’s face it, Labour isn’t that much better. No, what I’d like to do is offer my praise to those constituency parties who have been brave enough to stand up and be counted. Below is a list of those constituencies represented by MPs who have declared themselves to be part of an ethnic minority:

  • Bethnal Green & Bow
  • Birmingham Ladywood
  • Birmingham, Perry Barr
  • Bolton SE
  • Bradford West
  • Bromsgrove
  • Ealing Southall
  • East Surrey
  • Feltham & Heston
  • Gillingham & Rainham
  • Glasgow Central
  • Hackney North & Stoke Newington
  • Leicester East
  • Maidstone
  • Newcastle Central
  • North West Cambridgeshire
  • Preston
  • Reading West
  • Spelthorne
  • Stratford upon Avon
  • Streatham
  • Tooting
  • Tottenham
  • Walsall
  • Wigan
  • Windsor
  • Witham
  • Wolverhampton SW

Regrettably, none of these are in Wales or Northern Ireland, but with ethnic minority populations of just 2.1% and 0.8% respectively and a very small number of MPs, that is not surprising.

So, a lot to do, but nevertheless it is improving. Here’s the historical numbers of ethnic minority MPs.

1987 – 4 Lab – 0 Con

1992 – 5 Lab – 1 Con

1997 – 9 Lab – 0 Con

2001 – 12 Lab – 0 Con

2005 – 13 Lab – 2 Con

2010 – 16 Lab – 11 Con

imageThe recent election of Seema Malhotra (Dec 2011) (pictured) has increased the Labour total to 17 and the overall total to 28, which is still only a bit over 6.5%.

I will try to dig out the number of ethnic minority candidates each of the parties selected to see if they are having a go and it would be interesting to compare this with the likelihood of them winning the seat in which they were stood.

But… still no Liberal Democrat MPs come from ethnic minorities. I’ve written to Nick Clegg to ask him about this and I’m really looking forward to his reply.

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Goodbye Gandalf

Posted: 30th December 2011 by Martyn in Life, Pets

Irish_WolfhoundWhen I first moved to Bridgend, I was greeted with a deep, resonant bark from my neighbour’s house. Somehow the word “bark” doesn’t fully convey the sound coming from over the honeysuckle laden fence between our houses. This was a “woof, woof, woof” of the most extraordinary timbre, the kind of noise you would hear if you were creeping around an Irish farm-house yard late at night in the mid-nineteenth century; the precursor to an angry farmer visiting all manner of violence on you with a nail-encrusted shillelagh before setting the hounds on your sorry carcass. How wrong could I be?

I peered over the fence and this monster… I kid you not… it was nothing short of a great big, hairy monster of a dog came lolloping towards me. I had never seen such creature before. He whimpered, barked again and repeated his whimper. Then in a moment of doggy supplication, he offered his huge head to me, tongue lolling out his mouth, itself as big as some poodles, red-rimmed eyes pleading. Being something of dog lover, I knew instantly that he was no threat, he just wanted to talk to his new friend… and have his head scratched. So, scratch it I did. Satisfied that the new human was indeed a friend and could easily be bent to his will for head scratching purposes, he loped off to have a drink of water, great slavering gulps that dried his bowl in a moment. One last “woof” and he flopped to the floor, content that all was good in the world.

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Aberfan: 45 years on

Posted: 20th October 2011 by Martyn in Life

On the 21 October 1966, 144 people, 116 of them children, were killed when a tip of coal waste slid onto the village of Aberfan in South Wales.

The history of the tragedy is well documented elsewhere, but briefly for some 50 years up to 1966, millions of cubic metres of excavated mining debris from the National Coal Board’s Merthyr Vale Colliery deposited on the side of Mynydd Merthyr, directly above the village of Aberfan. Huge piles, or ‘tips’, of loose rock and mining spoil was built up over a layer of highly porous sandstone that contained numerous underground springs, and several tips had been built up directly over these springs. Although local authorities had raised specific concerns in 1963 about spoil being tipped on the mountain above the village primary school, these were largely ignored by the NCB’s area management.

Early on the morning of Friday, 21 October 1966, after several days of heavy rain, a subsidence of about 3–6 metres occurred on the upper flank of colliery waste tip No. 7. At 9:15 a.m. more than 150,000 cubic metres of water-saturated debris broke away and flowed downhill at high speed. The slide hit the local school and one hundred and sixteen children were killed. In all one hundred and forty-four people died in the incident and it has left a scar on the memories of those of us who remember the day.

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Two more games and they’re legends

Posted: 11th October 2011 by Martyn in Rugby Union, Sport

It’s funny how things turn around. Especially in the psyche of we Welsh supporters. The boys only need to win two more games and they’ll be forever legends, talked of in the same awed tones as JPR, Barry and Gareth. My son will be saying to my grandson, “Yes, I went to school with Sam, and to be honest, he could never catch me on the rugby pitch…” I’ll be happy to point out that I was waving the flag for Doctor Bob way before anyone else, “I first noticed him in his pram…”

And of that tactical genius, “Sir” Robert Howley, we all knew… Really we did. Stan is that rare combination of humility and hidden depths. The mastermind who plays his cards close to his chest. The dynamic chess master whose strategy was so arcane, not even the finest rugby minds could fathom it, until it was fully unleashed. Then it was too late, and a red tide swept over the RWC.

Then there’s Edwards, the only Englishman since David Duckham good enough to be Welsh. We’ll forget that his parents didn’t have enough money to drive to Cardiff for his birth, safe in the knowledge that we know they wanted to.

Finally… Finally. The Master. We may have called him Cement Head. We may have derided him with references to Gatlandball. But we all knew, that deep within that affable kiwi persona beat the heart of a true Celtic warrior. He is a general, a wartime planner of unparalleled guile and genius, a god amongst men. Move over Carwyn, W.D. Gatland is ready to take the torch.

These men are ready to be legendary. Just two more games. Of course.. If they fack it up…

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Death of a friend I never got to know properly

Posted: 29th September 2011 by Martyn in Life

My best friend’s father died yesterday.

A heart attack at 79 is not an unusual occurrence, and given he had an attack five years ago, only surviving because of the prompt actions of those custodians of the nation’s health the NHS, it would be safe to say he was living in overtime.

Following an operation after his attack, to put stents in, he went on to lead a perfectly normal life for those five years, living in Skegness – a funny old holiday town that characterises everything good and bad about the British seaside, and travelling to holiday destinations around the globe with bewildering frequency.

I met him in Skegness and enjoyed his company immensely, despite a bit of an Indian accent that could vary from transparent to impenetrable and transient deafness that seemed to be more a matter of convenience than impediment. He struck me as a warm man who loved his many children with as much love and pride as his small frame could offer.

In his own way, he was an extraordinary man. The bare facts are: he arrived in Britain from India in 1949, aged 17, and then set about educating himself. He eventually qualified as Chartered Accountant and not only set up his own practice, but taught Accountancy at the City of London Polytechnic. He married a Yorkshire girl and together they had two sons and six daughters, all of whom did him proud. Can you imagine that though: 17 years old, 4000 miles from home and barely speaking the language? Amazing really: I would have been terrified.

A lifelong socialist, he was determined to integrate himself into the British way of life and gave his first daughter a British first name, only pronounced it with the Indian long “A”, but equally importantly passed on his values of fairness, justice and a work ethic that took his children a long way.

While I only knew him slightly, I was taken by him and had no little admiration for the way he set about life’s merry-go-round. Arriving in a strange land, with a foreign tongue, marked by skin colour and religious differences… virtually everything against him, he made a tremendous success of his life, made a difference to the lives of others and leaves behind a legacy of six lovely daughters, two great sons and a marvellous wife. I’ve retained his anonymity, but those who count know who I mean, and that’s all that matters.

I wish I knew him better.

RIP.

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Cymraeg: the language of the Land of Brothers (Cymru)

 

Welsh is easier to pronounce than an English reader might imagine. There’s an excellent explanation of how to cope with Welsh pronunciation on Linguata’s site: http://www.linguata.com/welsh/welsh-pronunciation.html

In short, here are some useful tips:

1) Stress falls on the last syllable by one. There are a few exceptions – like the word for Welsh itself “Cymraeg” where the stress is on the first syllable.

2) Consonants: there are no letters k, x or z in Welsh and the Z sound is not used at all.

3) There are a number of digraphs (double letters that have a single letter sound). Of these only ng and si are treated as double letters, the others are regarded as being a single letter. The digraphs are:

  •  Ch
  •  Dd
  •  Ff
  •  Ng
  •  Ll
  •  Ph
  •  Si
  • Th

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Wales and the Red Zone

Posted: 12th September 2011 by Martyn in Sport

I just watched the Wales vs South Africa game again and I have to say that when we got into the red zone, we were almost completely ineffective. It was either smash it up the middle or rumble through the forwards.

South Africa dealt with both easily. They never look flustered in defence. Not once did we try to work space for our wide men, not once did we create an over lap and more often than not, we blew good ball either through making a wrong decision, dropping the ball, or falling victim to South African aggression.

Priestland in particular did NOTHING and I mean absolutely nothing to enhance our scoring chances in the 22. He had a relatively good game elsewhere on the park, but seemed to have no idea what to do once we were in scoring range. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blame the lad, even though he is a filthy Turk. No, the blame must rest entirely with our attack coach who seems to lack the wit and imagination to create a plan of attack that extends beyond getting into position to create chances. Once there, we do nothing other than batter away.

If you look at the way the Saffers created space when attacking us and you’ll see the real difference. They opened us up with precision, while we tried to beat them to death. That we almost succeeded is probably more to do with their decline than anything we did.

It WAS a good performance from Wales, but we really must focus on creating openings when we’re in try scoring range rather than doing the same old, same old. One definition of insanity is to keep repeating what you’re doing and expecting a different result. Let’s have a bit of variety FFS and use our two most potent weapons – GEORGE NORTH! and Shane Williams.

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As with every other major sporting tournament, the Rugby World Cup has brought on a slew of merchandise. From grossly overpriced polo shirts and baseball caps, to key rings, magnets and other tat, the IRB, just like every other sports governing body, uses the opportunity of a World Cup to sell all sorts of merchandise to people looking for memorabilia of the event.

When you think of it this way, World Cup-related video games are no different. They’re not for the hard-core sports game fans, who undoubtedly buy all the yearly rehashes without question. World Cup games are generally for the casuals, who become fans of the sport for six weeks (or however long their team is in the tournament) because it’s a big event. So when creating a merchandise game for such events, these people should be considered the primary audience before the core fans.

It’s on this understanding that sports game fans avoid the World Cup games every four years, and instead play the yearly releases. These games often enjoy a much larger development budget, yearly improvements to the mechanics (bringing the game ever closer to real life), and a vast array of clubs and international sides which should last any anyone until next year’s mechanic and roster update shakes things up again. Read the rest of this entry »

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