A Second Chance

Lockdown 2.0 is coming. France and German signed up last week. Athens will this week. England will be joining the club in the coming days. Scotland is persevering with it’s tier system instead with no regions currently in tier four and lockdown but it’s likely a watch this space thing. Politically if Scotland’s approach doesn’t work it will have a lasting effect on the Scottish elections in May next year but equally that is a long time in politics. As this most remarkable of years has shown; a lot of the unexpected can happen in a short space of time. Nicola Sturgeon, the Scottish First Minister, met with Micheal Gove the other day, along with the leaders of Wales and Northern Ireland to discuss the differing approaches and the potential financial aid necessary. He suggesting the government were listening and would give it some thought. Gove the ultimate in parodies, giving the perfect non-committal politician response. Issues have started to arise as it appears funding to prop up jobs UK-wide only seems to be on offer when the English in the south-east start to find themselves in need. The Tory government propping up their heartlands. It is an easy accusation to make but equally a very believable one on which they have form.

How then are people planning on experiencing these lockdowns. Boris Johnson says it’ll be only for four weeks but the previous one was only supposed to be three weeks and it ended up being three months. If people living in the Arctic circle can not just endure but actively enjoy a few months of winter darkness then surely we in the UK can survive some bleak skies for a bit. Apparently one method they have for remaining happy in these long winters is to find excitement in the things they can do instead which they can’t in summer months. They ski, they make fires, they go for night walks, they do indoor things. In Scotland because the weather can be so volatile it has always felt necessary to make the most of good weather and complete outdoor tasks, or even just enjoy the outdoors. When it’s raining and cold we do the jobs we have put off inside the house. It may not be the most exciting prospect but it creates a wealth of opportunities. With many having already experienced one lockdown in Spring they will be either daunted and fatigued by the prospect of a second or excited at being even better at their second attempt. What didn’t we get to learn in the first one, what didn’t we manage to watch on Netflix, what books didn’t we manage to get through and so on. Modern life has meant people rarely get to spend lengthy periods of time with themselves but it is crucial in our self-development as people. Aren’t we lucky we get a second roll of the dice. A hard six perhaps? What a glorious opportunity we have.

Hello Mr Hedgehog

Today’s news then is that hedgehogs are officially ‘vulnerable to extinction’. This is down to a variety of factors such habitat destruction, human development, introduced non-native species and the use of chemicals. I remember reading a while back now about hedgehog numbers becoming dangerously low and at the time thinking I hadn’t seen any for a while. They’re not typically animals you would come across as they’re prone to hiding as well as hunting at night I think. I say both of those things without being entirely sure but I think that’s the case.

For the last few months I have been driving a van delivering bread and I am constantly slowing down for rabbits, hares and the occasional deer. There is an entire world going on at night that we’re completely oblivious to. When we sleep it becomes safe for the rest of the animals to run free. But they don’t because the roads seem littered with carcasses which usually disappear by morning, most likely into the belly of a scavenger. What is sad though and why this hedgehog news has caught my eye is that I will easily see at least one dead hedgehog a day on the roads somewhere. While that may not seem like much it adds up and considering that is just what I see and is only road deaths, it comes as no surprise the situation for the hedgehog is starting to look so dire.

It seems mad to imagine such an iconic animal could be in danger of dying out and while it’s unlikely to happen soon because of sanctuaries and the speed these things happen, there is always the danger it’ll get to a tipping point and they’re unable to survive as a species without assistance. These things spiral. The Mammal Society has drawn up a list of forty-seven native mammals in this country and eleven, including the hedgehog, are in serious danger. If it were one species then you could isolate it but when this is happening to so many we must find that common denominator in this and accept our role.

We’ve seen what can happen with the native red squirrel which now only inhabits pockets in England and Wales, and larger areas of Scotland. The grey squirrel is an invasive animal brought across from America. It is larger and more dominant which has in turn pushed out the red squirrel. I remember red squirrels everywhere around my home in the countryside when I was growing up but now it’s nothing but greys. The native wildcat now only inhabits a tiny corner of northern Scotland. Are they destined for the same fate as the Tasmanian tiger. It may be a world away but surely we can learn something from these foreign lands our ancestors plundered and altered immeasurably. If not we’ll just continue to carry on their mistakes. All in the name of progress don’t forget. Roads are supposed to guide us and lead us in certain directions, but it’s starting to become clearer with every passing morning as I witness their devastating potential that they may just have become a symbol of us losing our way. That’s assuming we ever had any direction in the first place.

Big Jack

I know I’m about twenty-four hours late but it’s like that. Jack Charlton died yesterday, and while you take note of some of the ex-footballers who die over the years, Big Jack is one you not only remember but feel loss over. Some of my earliest footballing memories are in the first few years of the 1990s, my first being in the 1990 World Cup. During those early years he was in charge of the Irish, a country I’ve an affinity with through my Granddad. I have strong memories of that time and in particular of a man adored. I don’t remember much if any of the football but at that age you are only aware of personalities. He was certainly one of them. Even then very little of his personality has stuck in my mind, bar him fishing strangely enough, so you’re stuck with this idea that evolves into whatever it is I feel now.

He was born in Ashington. A northern working class town with a mining history that is about forty-five minutes from me and in which I deliver bread three times a week. I know this part of the world. There are lots of cliches about tough working men from the north but you can’t help feel this was a world he came from and epitomised. He said he couldn’t return to Ashington without succeeding in football, he would have been seen a failure. For all the ability, the drive must never be overlooked. You wonder if what appeared a fun, happy character below the hard enforcer he was, came from realising he had succeeded. There seems an appreciation.

Of course I’m very familiar with England’s 1966 World Cup triumph but being Scottish it’s hardly something I’ve looked on in celebration. Jack and his brother Bobby are probably the only two players I’ve much interest in, Bobby through his association with Manchester United, but Jack most likely through his association with my earliest footballing memories. He played for Leeds United who are one of Manchester United’s fiercest rivals. I quite like that he did, that he spent his whole career there during arguably their best ever period and that he was a part of that. This wasn’t just a character or a good manager, he was a bloody good player in his day.

This was Big Jack Charlton who died yesterday at the age of eighty-five. A genuine legend.

Footballers Stepping Up

There is something that has always been incredibly frustrating about footballers and the footballing world. I can only talk of modern times and my first club football memory was in 1992 when I was watching the news of Manchester United winning the Premier League for the first time, and the league title for twenty-six years. I’ve been a fan since. Total glory hunting six year old. I grew up in an era in which football was gentrified and became squeaky clean. This is all I’ve known. I have no idea of what depths it was at in the 1980s beyond the stories both damning and glorifying in equal measures. Even in the Premier League era there have still been numerous incidents, mainly from fans but from players too, and there has seemingly been a desire to at least on the surface stamp it out. I must also acknowledge that were the desire to expose inaction over the last twenty-five years this would be an easy thing to do. It has not always been a smooth journey as there will always be people whose existence depends upon the status quo remaining in whatever shape put them there to start with. I have been rather ambiguous so far over incidents because while I am going to focus on racism, it is important not to ignore homophobic attacks, Islamophobic anti-semitic, anti-traveller etc.

What is really interesting now though is how much the footballers are getting involved. I’m not talking about them all taking the knee before the game because I doubt any player would jeopardise their entire career by refusing to take part. That doesn’t dismiss the important message it is making though. Individually footballers are really stepping up. While racism is amongst many things a political act, in the world of football, in which footballers can be fined tens of thousands of pounds for political actions, anti-racism doesn’t fall into that category. The anti-racism movement in football did not begin in the last few months but has been around for years. The organisation Show Racism The Red Card was established in 1996 and there will most certainly be organisations fighting long before that.

There have also been footballers making anti-racism statements in that time but it does feel like they’re really getting acceptance and coverage in a way that would have been impossible in the past. Raheem Sterling and Marcus Rashford seem to get a large amount of the coverage, which is inevitable given they are such massive stars, but there are others like Liverpool’s Rhian Brewster, who is in the photo at the top, and who is only twenty years old. I remember when he was seventeen after England had won the under-17 World Cup I think it was, discussing the racism he has experienced growing up and in the footballing world. This was a seventeen year old boy discussing a serious issue in a way full grown men cannot. This was an interview hailed by many but in my memory it was still challenged, even subtly, by elements of the press as to whether it was acceptable or not. It’s amazing how people can react when being put in their place by a seventeen year old. These are young men who have a platform stepping up and finally being accepted unconditionally by those who matter. What comes next is anyone’s guess but it does finally feel there have been some real seismic shifts.

For those who enjoy podcasts and / or Louis Theroux, this is a link to an interview he made with Watford striker Troy Deeney recently. I have spent time disliking Deeney in the past, this is mainly down to him seemingly constantly scoring winning goals against my team but if I have to lay it all out I suspect there was some lingering unconscious bias which nobody likes to acknowledge but was interesting to see exist. Ultimately he is a man who has had to fight his way through life, and has a story and ideas worth listening to, Theroux does a good job helping bring it and them out.

Meditations

Today the plan is just to add a few mini ideas as I have them, if I have time and if i have them.

Sheffield definitely has an interesting alternative / hipster vibe to it. I wonder how long before it sells out to the developers. That depends on the council, are they small timers or do they have vision for a vibrant appealing city. People don’t want to move to cities which are just a series of flats and a generic commercial city centre, they want culture and interesting things to do. If you build it people will come. If you lack ideas and take the money they won’t.

There’s a video online of a fox and a badger playing and helping each other. It’s apparently an example of mutualistic arrangement. They will work together to hunt prey, if it goes underground the badger will get it and above ground the fox. They refer to birds living off rhinos by cleaning them, small fish on bigger ones too but I’m not convinced by it. The rhino is hardly going to shoo off the little bird or the big fish neither. These are two predators playing and working together, that is cooperation, they have created a cohesive relationship and bond. We underestimate how much other animals can think or connect with each other but that is only to our detriment. Just imagine though, what if all these cartoons, such as the Fantastic Mr Fox were actually real, we just witnessed two mates hanging out. Don’t be too quick to dismiss any possibility, we can never be one hundred percent sure something like that is not true. Perhaps we need to rediscover our imagination.

My back hurts standing up for so long. Sometimes I feel old.

I fancy a pint.

We just lost in the rugby. There’s nothing worse than losing to England. I blame the English government. Bastards.

I find the question “Do you take cash?” remarkable. I’m so out of touch with the modern generation.

Drunk people are much less fun when you’re not one of them.

I’m not young anymore…but I’m not old either. It’s a good age to be.

Hipsters aren’t quite as cool as they think they are.

People have very clammy hands.