Donald Doderidge Baskerville (1921 - 2013)
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Chronicling the adventures of You-So-Tall and Big-Big
Posted by Simon at 4:12 PM
I wrote last month about a reprehensible Tory plan to restrict poor people's families joining them in the UK. Specifically, someone would have to earn 19k to bring their husband or wife into the UK, and more to bring kids in.
M and I were in a minicab a couple of days back, and somehow this topic came up. When Marie mentioned the 19k minimum earnings the minicab driver laughed, looked shifty, and replied:
"That just sounds like a bit of paperwork. No problem."
The paperwork, a scheme which he hastened to add he personally hadn't taken advantage of, goes like this:
Newly Married Man needs to earn 19k per year to bring his wife to the UK, but only earns 12k per year in a low wage job.
NMM goes to neighbourhood cafe, and cafe owner agrees to put NMM on cafe payroll, and report NMM as earning 8k per year.
NMM doesn't actually work in cafe, and doesn't actually get paid by cafe.
NMM pays tax on his imaginary 8k earnings, so pays approximately 2k real money to HMRC.
Net impact to cafe: zero
Net impact to NMM: -2k real money paid to HMRC, increase of tax assessed salary from 12k to 20k (due to 8k imaginary earnings). NMM can now bring his wife to the UK.
Net impact to the UK tax authorities: +2k tax collected. Tax authorities unlikely to look too closely.
Net impact to the UK Border agency: one wife brought to UK. Bahaha.
Completely brilliant. Who would think that people would defraud the UK authorities to pay more tax - that is what makes this scheme so ingenious. And because I think the original Tories' restrictions were so dastardly, I can't get myself worked up over the illegal overpaying of tax.
Posted by Simon at 12:58 PM
All my parents' relatives came here with nothing, with nowhere to live, let alone an £18,600 salary. Today most of them are millionaire businessmen in Birmingham and have contributed hugely to the economy by supplying kebabs to drunken people in the city centre on a Saturday night.
Posted by Simon at 1:30 PM
I stumbled across Letters of Note today. Pretty much what it says in the title, a repository of letters by people who write good.
Imagine my delight at the following Bill Hicks letter, responding to an English priest's criticism of Hicks's Revelations TV special. That show is particularly profane, but the letter above is entirely clean, so please read the letter. And only look up the Revelations show if you are not easily offended.
Posted by Simon at 2:43 AM
I ran a marathon last weekend. My time of five hours isn’t particularly fast, and I was overtaken throughout by middle aged ladies who didn’t appear to be exerting much effort. But, I managed to run all the way. Hmm, that needs qualifying: I managed to run between water stations, and when I say run, after sixteen miles I had regressed to shuffling like a zombie on amphetamines. Brains!
There was a relay team of Indians called Sikhs in the City, which included a gentleman who is 101. Seriously impressive.
Things I learnt, which would be applicable if I chose to do this again (not entirely sure yet whether I can handle it again):
Try to keep your running style constant. If you need to slow down, continue to move your knees as per your faster running style so that your impact doesn’t change. If you start shuffling (which changes impact from a heel strike to a flat foot strike), this will give you sore soles after the race.
Apply sunblock. Even in Scotland.
Don’t pace yourself against someone who is running as part of a relay. Or against someone wearing a singlet from a different marathon. Even if they look old and frail, and you totally reckon you can take them. You can’t.
Don’t pour water down the front of your shirt, to cool yourself down. This water will collect in the groin area, and look like you have wet yourself.
Carb loading is an excuse to eat lots and lots of pasta. O for Awesome. And it works – I never felt low on energy.
Don’t pick a marathon immediately after a bunch of accounting exams. Whoops. I had to concentrate on my exams, and didn't run in the last two weeks before the race. On the bright side, this meant I was extremely relaxed on marathon day as I was no longer studying.
Around 90% of the runners in my pace cohort were running for charity. I don’t understand the English predilection for raising money for a third party charity via physical activity.
You want to run a marathon, as a private challenge to the limits of your physical endurance? Fine. You're a bit mental, but whatever. So why do people link this to fundraising for charity? If you want to contribute to a given charity, I can think of less painful and more productive ways than running 26.2 miles.
If you are primarily focused on the charity, why not cut out the activity, avoid the hours of training, and give a wad of cash to the charity directly?
Maybe I am ignoring people’s desire to socially affirm each other. Thus if I run a marathon and you donate money to a charity as a result of my run, you are publicly acknowledging my effort. This in turn requires acknowledgement by me of your donation, so everyone gets to feel socially affirmed. If you can’t earn social capital by raising money for charity, you can earn social capital by donating money to charity. And it gets even more circular when two people running a marathon donate to each other’s designated charity.
There could be social cues within English culture, as I haven’t encountered this phenomenon to the same degree in New Zealand. Whatever the cause, I don’t get the overall link between private activity and public fundraising.
Posted by Simon at 11:00 AM
You may not be aware of who Joe Biden is, if you don't follow American politics. I do because I find the personality clashes are more polarised than those in NZ politics, but not everyone is that much of a political nerd.
Joe Biden is the current US Vice President. When Obama passed a form of universal health coverage, Joe Biden was heard on microphones saying to Obama "this is a big fucking deal." Awesome.
Anyway: The following clip is him talking to an audience of military widows and widowers, about his own personal experiences of grief and loss.
It is twenty minutes, but well worth a look. I'm not a good enough writer to add anything to what he says, so all I can say again is just watch him. Seriously guy. I will post some humorous basketball clips later on, but for now just watch this...
Posted by Simon at 4:41 PM