Email candour

I’ve been reading the leaked emails from Des Swayne, Dave Cameron’s parliamentary gopher, courtesy of the Sunday Times. The one I particularly like includes the following passage:

1. Transfer of HoL [House of Lords] reform to Jack Straw means that Teresa [May, the shadow Leader of the Commons] will speak for us: this is a sensitive issue and Teresa is neither liked nor trusted across the party. A tight rein will be necessary.

2. Nicholas Soames wants to talk to you about how to ‘stroke’ the peers. I have asked Louise for a slot.

What can this mean? Nicholas Soames is a preposterous voluptuary (and close friend of the Prince of Wales) who never fails to amuse. One of his estranged ex-girlfriends was once quoted (I think in Private Eye) as saying that making love to Soames was “like having a very large wardrobe fall on you — with the key sticking out”. He always reminds me of another celebrated voluptuary, Lord Castlerosse, who was similarly statuesque. The prospect of Dave and Soames massaging members of the House of Lords does not bear thinking about.

Tsk, tsk

From today’s Guardian…

It may be one of the richest tennis events in the world, but the six-figure prize money on offer at Wimbledon is apparently not enough for some of the world’s best-paid sports stars.

Yesterday it emerged that players are routinely swiping the green and purple towels from the courts at the end of matches. The All England Club confirmed that more than 2,500 of the £24 towels disappear during Wimbledon fortnight, costing the club more than £60,000 a year…

Desert Island Discs


Image (c) bp plc

While driving yesterday I was listening to John ‘Lord’ Browne, CEO of BP, being interviewed on Radio 4’s Desert Island Discs programme and was struck by one of his choices — a song by Diana Krall. But of course I was unable to make a note of it at the time. It turns out that the BBC maintains a useful web page detailing the choices of current and past guests on the programme. Later, I bought the track — ‘Narrow Daylight’, written by Diana Krall and Elvis Costello — from iTunes, and very nice it is too.

I met Browne at a college dinner a few months back and discovered that we have two interests in common — photography and cigars. We use similar cameras, but he has much better smokes. Which is not entirely surprising: after all, he’s the one with money to burn.

At last, something Dubya and I have in common

Er, we’re the same age (well, born in the same month anyway). And are therefore of the same generation. Here’s what the Pew Research Center has to say about us…

President George W. Bush’s 60th birthday, celebrated today, July 6, 2006, places him among the leading ranks of the nation’s 75 million baby boomers as they march into their senior years. A Pew Research Center survey finds many boomers are looking ahead to their own retirement while balancing a full plate of family responsibilities — either raising minor children or providing financial and other forms of support to adult children or to aging parents. The baby boomers currently range in age from 41 through 60 and, like middle-aged generations before them, they are in a stage of life when it is natural to give more than to take when it comes to family relationships. However, changing demographics within families have prolonged for boomers this period of being “sandwiched” between the needs of their parents and their children. In the past year, 50% of all boomers were raising one or more young children and/or providing primary financial support to one or more adult children, while another 17% whose only children are ages 18 and older were providing some financial assistance to at least one such child. In addition, the survey finds that two-in-ten boomers were providing some financial help to a parent. Few boomers bear all these responsibilities simultaneously; about 13% are providing some financial support to a parent at the same time as they are also either raising a minor child or supporting an adult child…

Interesting fact no. 3782

In Latin at least seven words are needed to express the sentence “If only you two thieves had drowned yourselves”, but in Greek only four.

Robert Graves and Alan Hodges, Reader over your shoulder: An intelligent layman’s guide to literature, Jonathan Cape, 1947, page 5.

A good start

There’s a nice saying in Irish –“tosnu maith leath na hoibre”, which basically means “a good start is half the labour”. Every writer knows that in his/her bones: if you can figure out how to start a piece, then you’re half-way there.

I thought of this today when reading Steve Shapin’s lovely opening to his London Review of Books review of Don’t You Have Time to Think?: The Letters of Richard Feynman. Here it is:

Should you win the Nobel Prize in physics, a lot of people will get in touch. Some of them will be former students (wishing you well); some will be colleagues (saying they wish you well). Presidents and prime ministers, who have no clue what it is you’ve done, will write, expressing the nation’s gratitude for whatever it is you’ve done. Childhood friends will write, saying they knew that nerdiness presaged Nobelity. Old schoolteachers will write, basking in reflected glory and taking their share of credit. The in-laws will write, implicitly retracting their former low opinion of their child’s choice. From all over the world complete strangers will write, requesting photographs and autographs and asking for validation of a totally original unified field theory that somehow escaped Einstein’s attention. Fathers of miserably lonely adolescent geeks will write, wondering whether it will turn out all right. And so too will the adolescent geeks themselves, asking what you were like at their age and whether you think they’ve got a genuine vocation for science…

Nice, isn’t it?

Thus Ate Zarathustra

Woody Allen, on The Nietsche Diet Book…

No philosopher came close to solving the problem of guilt and weight until Descartes divided mind and body in two, so that the body could gorge itself while the mind thought, Who cares, it’s not me. The great question of philosophy remains: If life is meaningless, what can be done about alphabet soup? It was Leibniz who first said that fat consisted of monads. Leibniz dieted and exercised but never did get rid of his monads—at least, not the ones that adhered to his thighs. Spinoza, on the other hand, dined sparingly because he believed that God existed in everything and it’s intimidating to wolf down a knish if you think you’re ladling mustard onto the First Cause of All Things…

Just deserts

Lovely column by Richard Williams. Sample:

In the aftermath of a punishing defeat, no man should be called to account for his impromptu remarks. But when Frank Lampard said on Saturday night that England had “deserved” to win the match in which defeat had just eliminated them from the World Cup, he was inadvertently exposing the problem at the heart of the team’s consistent inability to scale the highest peaks.

David Beckham had used the same word earlier in the campaign. England would get to the World Cup final, the captain said, because they “deserved” to be there. Since no deeper analysis was forthcoming, his listeners were left to infer that the evidence in support of his contention might have included any or all of the following: England’s historic role as the game’s mother country; the vast popularity of the Premiership at home and abroad; the inflated pay and celebrity status of its players; and the attention lavished on the public appearances of their wives and girlfriends…

Williams has been consistently accurate and detached about the reality distortion field which surrounded the England team from the outset.

Those crafty Germans…

… leave nothing to chance. In fact they will stop at nothing. For example, they even used database technology to brief their goalie. You think I jest? Well, read this:

The full story of Lehmann’s preparation emerged yesterday. He won the 1997 Uefa Cup with Schalke against Internazionale after making a penalty save. His manager at Schalke was Huub Stevens, who is responsible for a personal database of 13,000 penalty kicks. Lehmann used this archive against Inter and, prior to the Argentina game, he telephoned Stevens.

The 36-year-old goalkeeper already had the benefit of the German FA’s database – they had copied Stevens’ approach – and having collated the information about who takes Argentina’s penalties and how they take them, Germany’s goalkeeping coach Andreas Kopke wrote it on a piece of paper ripped from a hotel notepad. On it was written details such as “[Julio] Cruz – stand tall, don’t move, dive right”.

For Argentina’s second penalty-taker, Roberto Ayala, it said: “Ayala – look at shooting foot, left low.” Sure enough, Ayala placed the ball low to Lehmann’s left and it was advantage Germany.

When Maxi Rodríguez walked up to strike the third, Lehmann knew it would be “hard, right”. He went the correct way and was unlucky not to make the save. But after Borowski had made it 4-2, Esteban Cambiasso had to score to keep Argentina in the tournament. Lehmann’s notes said: “Wait, stand tall, left corner.” He duly made an impressive stop to his left.

Honestly — databases! It’s just not cricket.