Saturday, March 17, 2018

Bad Winter

Icicles on the shed

For a change from what seems like years, we're actually having a winter this year.

A few weeks ago came a horrible period of week or really cold weather which the tabloids called "The Beast from the East." There was ice and snow and I worked from home for a day, and came home early the day before that (such a shame).

This weekend we have the mini version of the beast, but it's certainly not very Spring like around here at the moment.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Sound Advice

I believe this advert dates from 1963, but its message is a valid today as 55 years ago. Of course it's corny, of course it's very dated. But none the less, the basic message is the same. Having a load of money saved up makes it possible to tell the boss to fuck off whenever you like. And that's a good thing.

Monday, January 23, 2017

Trump - Day 3 - Year Zero "Alternative Facts"

Trump's press secretary made a series of silly remarks about the size of the crowd that gathered for the inauguration on Friday.

It seems that president Fart was upset that more people showed up for Barack Obama than for him in an equivalent ceremony years before.

To their credit, the normally passive and naive United States press were spurred into an rare energetic burst of fact checking, and quickly published photographs and mass transport data to show that Obama did pull a far bigger crowd.

But what really made people smile and shudder was one of Trump's advisers, a right wing former beauty queen Kellyanne Conway who went on television to claim that the press secretary was giving us "alternative facts" about the inauguration. 

Oh shit - they're even worse than I thought.


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Trump - Day 1, Year Zero

I watched Donald Trump being inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States yesterday afternoon. 

 Actually I was in the car while the actual inauguration took place so I heard it on the radio and then watched a recording of it with M about an hour later. He gave a horrible speech in when he didn't make a single reference to Hillary Clinton (present at the ceremony and putting a brave face on things). 

Instead he sounded like some vile dictator from the 1930s, blithering on about political elites and how power has passed to the people. I wonder if there's ever been a dictator who hasn't claimed he's a man of the people? Never mind - all political careers end in failure. There are many ways in which the career of Donald John Trump can end. He can: 

  • Be voted out out of office in 2020. 
  • Be assassinated 
  • Be impeached 
  • Resign, either voluntarily or involuntarily like Richard M Nixon
But the speech itself wasn't entirely nonsense. The best passage was a surprisingly eloquent description of the closed factories scattered all over the American landscape like grave stones. 

Since the era of Ronald Reagan (a fuckwit, now regarded by many fuckwits as a great president), the gradually evolving dominant theme of politics has been globalisation, and how it's impossible to do anything but accept and embrace it. 

Thomas Friedman was onto this idea quite early with books like The Lexus and Olive Tree (1999). Tony Blair was onto it (or more likely his advisers were) in a speech he made in 2005 at the Labour Party Conference. According to John Harris Blair said:

"The pace of change can either overwhelm us, or make our lives better and our country stronger,” he went on. “What we can’t do is pretend it is not happening. I hear people say we have to stop and debate globalisation. You might as well debate whether autumn should follow summer.” 

His next passage was positively evangelistic. “The character of this changing world is indifferent to tradition. Unforgiving of frailty. No respecter of past reputations. It has no custom and practice. It is replete with opportunities, but they only go to those swift to adapt, slow to complain, open, willing and able to change.” 

 John Harris then goes on to describe his own thoughts:

“Most people are not like that.” The words rattled around my head: “Swift to adapt, slow to complain, open, willing and able to change.” And I wondered that if these were the qualities now demanded of millions of Britons, what would happen if they failed the test?
Blair describe[d] his vision of the future – in which one’s duty was to get as educated as possible, before working like hell and frantically trying not to sink."
That really was the dominant theme of both Left and Right for the past couple of decades. The Right embraced globalisation as the ultimate expression of the free market, while the Center Left saw it as a natural phenomenon that could only be coped with rather than stopped.  Only the hard Left saw it as evil, but they were regarded as foolish and extreme, just like the hard Right, who wanted to oppose mass immigration and who saw globalisation as destroying nation states.
It was Trump's genius, probably an accident, that he was able to appear as neither Right nor Left, and to promise people what everyone had been telling them was impossible - a return to a pre-globalisation golden age of well paid jobs in stable successful companies in local communities. 
In many ways I think Trump is dangerous, stupid and reckless. But in one way, I'm rather exhilarated, in that he shows that in a democracy, you only go so far before people will bite back. Since 2008 we've had eight long years of economic misery which people have by and large endured. But with Hillary Clinton promising nothing but more of the same, people were willing to try anything to get meaningful change. That's democracy, in all it's cross-eyed, foolish brilliance. Nobody but nobody after Trump's term of office will be able to take the effects of pure free-market capitalism on the uneducated and the semi-skilled for granted. 

That's a good thing.


Sunday, January 01, 2017

Happy New Year

A happy new year to everyone who reads or is connected with the blog.

2016 was a shocking, memorable year.

Let's hope 2017 is more settled, and that Donald Trump and the start of the Brexit process aren't as bad as many people fear.

Thanks once again for reading the blog.

- roGER


Sunday, December 18, 2016

I was So Wrong!

I made three predictions this year:

1) Maria Sharapova would be banned from tennis for two and a half years for doping.

WRONG - She was banned for two years, which (scandalously) was reduced to 18 months on appeal.

2) Britain would narrowly vote to stay in the E.U

WRONG - Britain narrowly voted to leave the E.U with completely unpredictable consequences. Personally I think this will be an appalling mistake, whose full impact won't be apparent for several years. But then all my predictions have been wrong recently.

3) Hillary Clinton would beat Donald Trump in the US election.

WRONG - Trump won the election, although it's a small consolation to realise he actually lost the election by two million votes due to anomalies in the US elective system.

I've been blogging since 2004, but it's safe to say that 2016 has been the most historic and surprising year since this blog started. It really shook me up, and caused me to question some deeply held beliefs and attitudes. Perhaps I'll do another post about those next time.   

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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Time Waster - A Cautionary Tale

Panne in 2013
Classic Porsche prices have gone mad recently, and colleagues at work advised me to think of selling, or at least upping the insurance on my own classic - a 1973 911 T, known as "Panne" (French speakers may smile at this point).

Our new house hasn't got a garage, and Panne has been off the road for years. The chances of me getting the time, money and facilities to restore the car to good condition were close to zero.

Polished up nicely in 2016
So, one sunny day M and I got out rags, polish and the hoover and tried to make  an old car look as good as possible. We succeeded and M took some excellent pictures afterwards. On to E-Bay it went, with a decent reserve  and a decent starting bid. The first hint that we might do quite well with the car came early - the reserve price was met within the first couple of hours, while various messages started coming through offering 'cash on the nail' and trailering it off the next day.

These offers were politely refused, although some people were remarkably persistent "I'm going on holiday tomorrow..." "Cars are notoriously difficult to sell on EBay" and "Avoid time wasters" were just some of the messages that came in.

Over the next ten days, our lives gradually became obsessed with auction, as day by day the price increased. Some days it would inch up by a hundred or so. On others it would soar by several thousand in some strange bidding frenzy. I've never experienced anything like it, especially as most bidders showed no interest in coming over to actually see the car. There were three exceptions, one of which was The Time Waster.

The Time Waster came down to see the car during the first week of bidding. A good looking guy driving a huge black Landrover, I took an afternoon off work to greet him. That cost me half a day's holiday allowance and a scowl from my manager. The Time Waster was from a city in the Midlands, and claimed to know Porsches well. He looked over the car carefully - prodding with a screwdriver here and shining a little pocket torch there. Good for you, I thought, if I were spending a small fortune on a car I'd come and have a bloody good look too. The car itself had a metallic tink tink tink sound when the engine was cold. I thought that this was probably due to a mal-adjusted valve and had specifically mentioned it in the advert.

The Time Waster examined the history file of bills casually, we chatted a bit about his life - he was Eastern European via France and then moved to this country in the 1990s. I got a strong impression that he didn't like the car and was disappointed. None the less he stayed for a little while longer and then left, after an hour and bit. "He didn't like it much," I said to M when he'd gone.

Another week passes, two more enthusiastic blokes come to see the car, and as the last minutes tick by there's a final bid frenzy, the price exceeds our expectations (and the reserve) by 100%. Shock, surprise and delight. A deep breath and a blink and it's the Time Waster who's won the auction. More surprise and a wry smile - I really didn't expect to see or hear of him again.

Messages are swapped, and a phone call is made.

First shock, despite seeing the condition of the car and a clear description of 'frozen brakes' in the advertisement, Time Waster claims that his favourite car transporter guy has gone out of business, and that he'll come down on the train and pick up the car himself and drive it (yes, drive it on trade plates) over 100 miles back to his commercial premises in the Midlands. OK, so the guy is a loon. Plenty of them around and provided I get paid, I can't really argue, after all he supposed to be the expert.

Second shock, he's going to adjust the valves himself in an attempt to make that metallic ding ding noise go away. Hummmmm fair enough. He's won the auction, and provided I get paid, I don't really care what he does with the car.

I arrange at short notice to take a day off and collect the Time Waster from the station at around lunchtime. It's a hot lovely gorgeous day. He's wearing jeans and a tee shirt, with a little backpack. He's his usual charming self in the car, and asking me if it's OK for a part bank transfer payment and part cash. No problem with me, provided he pays in full, although I'm amused at yet another business man on some kind of fiddle. Of the many small business men and women I've known in Britain, France, the USA and elsewhere, very few have been completely honest.

We arrive and the time waster soon gets down to business. I persuade him to use my old carpet cuttings to lay on rather than the car's mats and provide the sockets and tools for the job. The Time waster seems good at this bit, although he does move the engine backwards and forwards when the handbook warns to only move it forward to avoid trouble with the timing chains... Hummmmm. Okay. He also manages to get quantities of oil on the driveway, as really you're supposed to drain the oil before you attempt this little manoeuvre.

Then surprise surprise he starts struggling with the job. 

There's a reason for this. At some point in the car's history, it was fitted with "CoolAir" aftermarket air-conditioning, a sensible option for sunny California. Part of many modifications to achieve this was the replacement of the normal crankcase pulley with a special 'double pulley' with an extra belt to power the air conditioning compressor. Unfortunately the double pulley only has one set of crankcase marks on it, instead of the usual 3 at 120 degree intervals. I tell him that when I do the valves, I use a pencil down the spark-plug hole in the cylinder and then adjust the valve when the pencil is at it's highest point. He frowns and carries on with the swearing and judgement method. I leave him to it to get a glass of water for both of us. When I return I find he's using a pencil in the spark plug hole... Sigh.

Next I see the way he's adjusting the valves. Instead of using the feeler gauge I've lent him, a special gauge with a Porsche part number, he's instead getting the piston to TDC and then tightening the adjustment screw all the way, and then untightening it by a set number of revolutions to get the 0.1mm tappet gap. Great.

My sense of unease grows as this complete stranger, whose so far paid me precisely £0.00 for the car so far, curses and fiddles with my Porsche. So it's with a sinking heart that I hear him claim he's discovered a problem with one of the camshafts. I take the torch and slide/wriggle on my back over oil covered tarmac to look up into the engine. I can't see what the problem is - it looks like a perfectly normal cam lobe to me.

And then, finally, it comes...

He asks for £500 off. 

I say I'll consult with M. She is understandably furious and tells me no way, we've had over 20 people bidding on the car and the 2nd and 3rd highest bids are all higher than £500 off the top bid. I relay this news to the Time Waster. He pulls a face and starts pleading. Then he asks me if he wants me to replace the valve covers and the spark plugs! Yes, please. So we spend another miserable and awkward hour in each others company while he get the plugs back in and the valve covers on.

I make one last plea to him, and offer to drive him to the station. He politely refuses and asks for directions to the train station on foot. He wanders off in the direction of the river which, if followed will guide him back to the train.

The Reason Why

When he's gone, the anger rises along with the question why? Why did he waste an entire day of both our lives on the off-chance that I'd knock £500 off a £30,000+ classic car. Hours have been spent thinking about and discussing this question. Here are the possibilities:

1) Culture. The Timewaster came to this country from Romania via France and emigrated here in 2004. Romanian and French culture are very different to that of Britain. Even after 12 years, he may not realise that in Britain an auction price is a promise and a contract and not the start of some further negotiation process.

2) Under estimating me. I'm a nice guy and live in a modest house with two other cars, one of which is 14 years old, the other 18 years old with sun-damaged paint. In short, I look and sound like the sort of guy who is short of money and rather naive, perhaps a bit desperate to sell. Everyone thinks they're tougher than they look and hard to fool but in my case it's true. I played serious poker successfully for nearly 10 years, and have spent 30 years in industry, more than a decade of which was running my own company. I also have a rather unpleasant hatred of car dealers and small businessmen in general. The Time Waster may have thought that I was a soft touch, and that if I agreed to reduce the price by £500, then that might just be a starting point for a more serious price reduction. If so he made a big mistake.

3) He was desperate. One of the last things he said to me was something like "Come on, it's a lot of money and I'm really stretched here." I somehow smiled sympathetically when I should have said "You should have bid on something you could afford then."

4) His recent divorce had affected his mind. During the course of our afternoon together, he mentioned a couple of times that his wife had been bonking someone else and how disappointed and upset he was about this. Divorce when you're the involuntary party is similar to grief. It drives people mad. They bid on old sports cars they can't afford and convince themselves it's a good idea to drive an old car back home over 100 miles when it hasn't moved for years and has almost-sized brakes. They think they can bargain a price down to something they can afford. They think that doing up an old car and making money from it will make them happy. This is my favourite theory, as it explains the Time Waster's rather crazy behaviour.

But really.... all the above is just me making excuses for him. The time waster really was a time waster. He came down and wasted half an afternoon, and then 10 days later he came down and wasted an entire day. That's fine for him - it was his choice, but not for me. I work for a company that doesn't give us days and afternoons off for free. It all came out of my holiday allowance.
 Panne is sold

After the Time Waster, I got in touch with E-Bay, left some stinking feedback, and contacted the chap who'd come second in the auction. He'd bid £100 less than the Time Waster, paid by bank transfer without fussing, and arranged to have the car collected by transporter a week later. No time wasted and a simple efficient transaction. The  car is now up in Scotland, being restored. I assume the Time Waster found his way back to the railway station and from there to home. I hope I never see him or hear from him again.