Monthly Archives: June 2007

Irish Catholics for Franco

Thursday - 28 June 2007

No history of the Spanish Civil War could be written without much discussion of the large number of volunteers who joined the republican government to fight against the fascist/nationalist rebellion. Many of them joined the famed International Brigades, wearing the three-pointed star and fighting for a socialist Spain for the people – in what was arguably the prelude to the Second World War in Europe.

A far smaller number of volunteers joined 'La Bandera', a 'blueshirt', pro-nationalist/fascist column which formed part of the Spanish Legion. Among them were some 600 Irishmen, who entered into a conflict from which Éamon de Valera's government eventually insisted they return. Later, Ireland was one of the last European countries to recognise Franco's government… something which clearly hurt some of those who went to fight for the General (though perhaps not as much as the hurt felt by the many French, British and American (and Irish) International Brigades volunteers who were lucky enough to return home to find the republic forgotten).

There's an interesting archive on the Irish volunteers to the nationalist/fascist cause at the ISCW site. Interestingly, it seems that more Irishmen and women joined the International Brigades than the Bandera… perhaps evidence of the socialist current which was strong in Ireland in the 30s.

Blair to step down; Brown to be new PM today

Wednesday - 27 June 2007

It's democracy in action! Yesterday, Tory MP Quentin Davies defected to Labour and wrote an unusually vicious letter of resignation to David Cameron, claiming that under his leadership, the Conservatives have 'ceased to believe in anything'. In short, even if you disagree with Brown's vision for Britain, at least he actually has one. Cameron is learning the hard way that you can' just smile and get through: anyone who thinks that this is what New Labour did is gravely mistaken.

Cameron's response to Davies consisted of three main points: (1) we knew that you were going; (2) the fact that you're going shows that you don't care about the environment; and (3) we don't really care that you're leaving. The last of those claims is the only one which might be remotely true – Davies has always been seen as something of a maverick. He also represents the biggest problem for Conservatives, one which they've been pretending doesn't exist anymore. Europe. It doesn't look like the Tories will ever be able to get over that issue without a major schism occurring.

So anyway, Quentin Davies's defection is naturally a big boost to Brown, who apparently engineered it to occur the day before he takes over the country. That's right: at sometime today (just before lunch time?), Tony Blair will travel to Buckingham Palace to resign and Brown will follow hot on his heels to 'be invited to form Her Majesty's Government'. It's just a bit rich that there can be a new PM without any votes being cast by anyone, but more so that he has to kiss the hands of an old lady who thinks she's God's representative on Earth. Worth noting that the removal vans are already outside No. 10.

Expect major policy announcements on health and education in the days to come. There will probably also be an initial declaration 'restoring power to Parliament', with a promise that major issues will not be decided on by the PM alone. This is Brown's way of promising that Iraq won't happen again… or that if it does, it will be everyone's fault.

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For some Spanish politics, don't miss Graeme's latest post at South Of Watford. He talks about the morally corrupt PP regional government in Madrid. I think it's fair to say that South Of Watford is the best written and most interesting of Spain's English-language political blogs. Eschewing the nasty, unconsidered tone of other writers, it's essential reading for anyone interested by Spanish politics.

In other news, I have been nominated to become president of the world. By 'Lineman' on the Guardian's Music Blog. I'm not ruling anything out just yet, but I'm not sure I'd enjoy the pressure.

As it's summer time, there'll be even less blogging than usual going on around here. Spain in general comes to a complete halt for about two months from mid-July to mid-September. We've got a 'proper' summer holiday to look forward to this year, as well as two more weddings in England.

Exile On Main Street – Pussy Galore

Tuesday - 26 June 2007

Pussy Galore - Exile On Main StreetI first really got into Exile on Main Street about two or three years ago. It was the sort of time in a Barcelona summer when you go to xiringuitos, get drunk then head into town and get high. My Monday morning commute would be rendered about 300% better if I could listen to the trashy stoned noise of Shake Your Hips and the bombastic rock of Loving Cup at top volume. Late night sessions got much messier with Keith and the boys as the soundtrack.

But that was just the Stones' version… I mean they were already millionaires and they didn't even record it in New York City. They did it in tax-exile at Keith's château in the south of France.

So at the same time, my permanent addiction to Royal Trux was just continuing steadily. I had begun to get my head around ideas like never believe a word Neil or Jen says in an interview and yes, it is possible for a man and a woman to be the joint incarnation of the Rolling Stones' guitarist, even if he's still alive. I'd read that there was some mysterious tape in existence which featured Pussy Galore performing a cover of Exile on Main Street, in its entirety.

Anyway, I always thought that this would be the most amazing recording ever… but it was always impossible to get hold of. I mean, this was a limited tape release from about 1986 or something.

Well I managed to get hold of a copy (in digital format) a couple of months ago and it doesn't disappoint. Of course, you've got to like the messy, scabby, Pussy Galore sound if you're going to dig it. You've probably got to know Exile pretty well and not mind hearing it on the stereo in the background as Pussy Galore play, karaoke style.

Just one track from this recording is better than the total output of bands like The Libertines, Arctic Monkeys and that lot. It's a completely different thing, naturally, but that's what makes it better.

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Reposted from my Last.fm blog. Listen to Pussy Galore – Exile On Main Street.

Neil Hamburger – America's Funnyman revisited

Saturday - 23 June 2007

He's the funniest, hardest working and most highly respected comedy performer in the world. Yes, my close friend Neil Hamburger, currently appearing alongside Robin Williams in the blockbuster Back In The Saddle Again For The Third Time, is universally loved. As a regular guest on the Tom Green show, Neil discussed a variety of topics, ranging from Eugene Levy to Tom Green's pinched nerve. The video is long (an hour), but well worth watching. Contains strong language.

Old Australia raises its ugly head again

Thursday - 21 June 2007

The news that John Howard's conservative government in Canberra is to completely ban alcohol in Aboriginal areas of Northern Territory is frankly unsurprising. Advertised as a response to an inquiry into child sex abuse in Aboriginal communities, the ban probably has far more to do with politics than anything else.

Closer inspection of the raft of new laws affecting these communities reveals a very interesting picture. Howard has seized control of indigenous affairs by citing a 'national emergency'. Among the many laws being introduced are the confiscation of family benefits for parents who buy alcohol or drugs, confiscation of family benefits for parents whose kids play truant from school and forcing some benefit claimants to perform menial tasks. None of these laws are applied to non-Aboriginal Australians who, we suspect, also have a minority involved in both alcoholism and child abuse.

The Federal Government also used its announcements to smear the NT government, which happens to be held by the opposition Labor party, despite the fact that the inquiry backed many of the territorial government's policies. Oh, is that an election coming up?

The worry is that Howard is willing to gain political points while setting Aboriginal rights back decades. This shouldn't be surprising. He's done the same sort of thing before (like when he mendaciously claimed that illegal immigrants were willing to murder their own children to enter Australia). Howard's a deeply unpleasant demagogue – the sort only Australia could produce. (I should note here that I love Australia and have spent a lot of time there… but people like Howard are among the things that really put me off the idea of living there).

Communists in unnatural pact – SHOCK!

Wednesday - 20 June 2007

Antoni Morral - Communist traitorRegular readers may remember my miserably poor prediction that ICV-EUIA incumbent Antoni Morral would stay on as mayor in my town, Cerdanyola del Vallès. In the end, the PSC won more council seats and I was left wiping egg from my slightly sunburned face.

But hold on! It wasn't over yet! Turns out that even though one party won a majority of the votes and seats, another bloc can always try to form a coalition to wrestle the mayorship away from them. Just like in the Generalitat elections. Apparently, Antoni Morral felt that he deserved another term and so went looking for some coalition partners.

Now, as a member of ICV-EUIA (a sort of mixture of communists and greens), the natural partners would be the PSC. But they already had more seats so of course, they'd never pact to keep Morral as mayor.

What about last time? Who did we pact with then?

ERC had two seats and PAS (hippy party) had one!

Sweet! How did they do this year?

Oh, neither got any seats.

So who has got the seats? C's?

No, of course not.

Well, there's always…

Nah, you shouldn't even consider it

But they've got seats. They've got votes. We can pact with them.

But don't you think our electors will be a bit pissed off if we pact with CiU and PP?

Who cares what the plebs think?*

Yeah, I am actually pretty pissed off that the party I voted for has gone into coalition with two parties I'd never even consider voting for. I know local politics is more about pragmatism and Getting Things Done than national government but still… si us plau!

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*I imagine this is how Antoni's conversation with his party, or mum or whoever, sounded.

A visit to England, a trip to the CAP

Tuesday - 19 June 2007

We had a great weekend in England. We stayed near Hereford in a delightful retreat with spectacular views towards the Malvern hills. It was really nice to spend some quality time with the Welsh side of my family and the wedding itself was awesome.

During the weekend (indeed, during the night of the wedding), my brother and I had something of a play fight. Those of you with brothers will know what that means. However, we've both gotten older and bigger than we used to be. To cut a long story short, I ended up with a broken rib.

For those who've never enjoyed the experience of breaking a rib, let me tell you that it really, really hurts. It hurts straight away. It hurts more the next day. And three days later, it hurts a lot more. So today, partly to confirm my self-diagnosis and partly to get some pain relief, I went to see a doctor. Despite my private health insurance, I had to go to the local CAP (public medical centre) where I realised that although I've lived here for five years, there was yet another stratum of bureaucracy I hadn't yet encountered.

I'm not the sort of fellow who goes to the doctor much. My ideal would be to never have to visit one: on the whole, I see it as a bit of a waste of time. So naturally, I hadn't registered for a doctor or signed up for my Cat Salut public health entitlement card. This, as you can imagine, led to all sorts of palpitations on the part of the guy at reception who ended up warning me that I would have to be charged €87 for seeing the doctor [not as bad as this guy's story]. I managed to get away with it by promising that I'd sign up for the card as soon as possible… I now have to go back to the CAP soon or receive a bill. Great.

The doctor who treated me was a star. Clearly very Catalan, he didn't insist on ignoring my Spanish, as I have heard other people have experienced. Side note: I've never suffered any of these Catalanista horror stories which plague the English language blogs from around here. I reckon that they're much rarer than people like to admit and that doctors, nurses and other medical staff are on the whole dedicated to providing treatment to the citizenry, even if they don't have a class C Catalan qualification.

The doc told me that there was basically nothing to be done for a broken rib, and that x-rays and scans were a waste of time. Using 'prehistoric methods' (his words), he felt for the break and assessed that it was there. Then he gave me some prescriptions for an opiate painkiller which seems to be doing the trick.

Moral of the story: don't trust your little brother to not attack you when your back's turned*… but do trust the doctors of Catalonia. They're alright.

*I know my bro wasn't trying to hurt me… we were just being a bit boisterous. I just like making him feel guilty!

Yet another long weekend

Thursday - 14 June 2007

I don't know about you, ut I've been really hot for the last few days. Not like the guy in the car in Guirilandia's latest amusing/disgusting post. No, I mean hot like the aircon at work is still broken and my bedroom hovers around 27º, making for restless nights and films of perspiration.

It is with this in mind that I'm rather looking forward to taking a trip to rainy, cold England. Actually, I was looking forward to it anyway because we're going to the wedding of a cousin with whom I'm also good friends. This is, in fact, the first of three weddings we're attending in England this summer. Sometimes, I feel like it's all my fault. Catch you on the rebound.

If it's too hot for you to venture outside this weekend, you could do worse than checking out Graeme's thoughful post on the ETA ceasefire collapse. Steer clear of IB though: he's on another anti-Republic drive. He also refers to Harold Pinter as 'stupid', presumably because he disagrees with his political views. Then again, IB is hardly the sort of blog one visits for literary criticism.

Feral media, what feral media?

Tuesday - 12 June 2007

Tony Blair today gave one of his last speeches as PM and used it to criticise the media. The speech, which took place at a special Reuters event for journalists (heh heh) attacked the current style of political reporting:

…[it has] sapped the country's confidence and self-belief; it undermines its assessment of itself, its institutions and above all else it reduces our capacity to take the right decisions in the right spirit for our future

In many ways, he's right. But though he admits that Labour are 'partly' to blame, I don't think he truly recognises the impact of characters like Charlie Whelan and Alastair Campbell on the culture of political journalism in Westminster. In many ways, all that has changed is that newspapers are now more willing to publish details of incidents which twenty years ago would never have left the fancy dining rooms of Belgravia. The fact that Labour abandoned ideology in order to gain power – and the fact that the Conservatives look likely to follow suit in response – say a lot more about the way that Britain has lost any true sense of self-assessment.

Then again, perhaps there's something in it. Yesterday, the world's most odious columnist, Richard Littlejohn, published a humorous column in which he claimed that Blair, Brown, Labour, the BBC and everyone else he doesn't like are "the main recruiters for the BNP". Stuff and nonsense, of course. Look at the fabric of Littlejohn's pathetic articles and you can see what sentiments they are designed to elicit. He constantly claims that Labour are forcing people to join the BNP because of their abandonment of the 'white working class' (in favour of those nasty black people from overseas). In almost every article he writes, he posits the problem and the solution that 'many people are choosing'. The problem is Labour and, to a certain extent, David Cameron. The solution people choose is joining the BNP. He never offers any other solution to the 'problems' of mainstream politics and thus, though he may claim that he dislikes the fascists, he presents them as the only realistic option for white, working class Britons.

Littlejohn represents everything that is nasty about Britain. Small-minded, ignorant, bigoted, puffed up, parochial, demagogic, fallacious and race-proud: he is the number one recruiter for that gang of thugs, the BNP. Not, in case you didn't guess, Gordon Brown.

Is that it?

Sunday - 10 June 2007

Busy times here at thebadrash tower. We bought a new gas grill (like a barbecue, but for cheats) and have been experimenting with it with varying degrees of success. Hint for those just starting out on the barbecue road: when chicken looks like it's cooked, cook it some more. And then some more. Alternatively, puke up a couple of times the next morning.

The big topic for bloggers here has been the unsurprising end to ETA's ceasefire. The usual suspects were quick to voice their traditional mixture of "String 'em up! / Hanging's too good for 'em!". In a way, they're right. If we killed everybody in the entire world, none of these things would happen.

Personally, I don't think the ETA story is that important.

What I find most interesting is whether the Spanish government pursued the Political Parties Law with too much vigour. This policy ended up by denying potential ETA supporters the vote as each party which looked like it might represent their views got proscribed. Stupid move. It makes no sense to ban political parties, even if you consider their supporters to be arseholes, terrorists or whatever. Investigate sources of funding, personal and corporate conduct of the party's members, beef up council database security to stop the thugs getting targets' personal data (though they could probably do this without a database, anyway)… but allow the party to exist. Give it the chance to enjoy limited democratic power as it's elected to town councils and help to lead it away from terrorism.

Comparisons with Northern Ireland are, on the whole, idle and unhelpful. Batasuna needs to publicly denounce violence at some point… and they will, but only if they're operating as a political force. Denying them a democratic voice prolongs the violence.

Ostensibly, the main winners in the current situation are the PP and ETA. Not really that surprising: the two need each other. ETA thrives on the sort of nonsense spouted by halfwits like Aznar and Rajoy, while those halfwits gain their folk devil with which they can terrorise the electorate. Sure, you could present this as a case of the PSOE failing to heed the PP's warnings about ETA all this time. Or you could remember that the PP has been the first opposition party in Spanish democracy to commit itself to wrecking any chance at negotiations, while simultaneously accusing the left of being 'soft on terror'. This led to the absurd wave of banning party lists.

But what about the airport bomb? It was disgraceful, of course. There will probably be more bombs and they'll all make me sad, frightened and angry. But they'll never have the effect on me that I've seen on several blogs: that they can somehow be solved by abolishing democratic rights for a small proportion of the population. This is not a solution, it's a causal factor. Sometimes, one wonders whether those in favour of such a policy secretly know that it'll only cause more trouble… perhaps that's what they want.

Updated: Primavera Sound 2007 review

Sunday - 3 June 2007

Mark E Smith and The Fall

We had a great weekend, particularly Friday night. In no real order, here's my binary review of the bands we saw this year:

Thursday

The Melvins – 0

The Smashing Pumpkins – 0

Dirty Three – 1

The White Stripes – 1

Elvis Perkins – 1

Comets On Fire – 1

Friday

The Fall – 1 – truly brilliant

Maximo Park – 0 – truly awful

Blonde Redhead – 0 – pretty forgettable

Beirut – 1

Hot Chip – 0 – abysmal

Modest Mouse – 1

Billy Bragg – 1 – great fun

How Dare You! – 1

Ginferno – 1 – also they have the best name in the world

Dj Yoda – 1 – but leave the records on for more than 15 seconds next time

Bonde Do Role – 1 – utterly mental

Kid Koala – 1

Saturday

Patti Smith – 1

Sonic Youth – 1 – fantastic

Wilco – 1

Architecture in Helsinki – 1

The Good, The Bad And The Queen – 0 – really disappointing

Buzzcocks – 1 – awesome

Jonathan Richman – 1 – more fun in the Auditorí

Ovni – 1

Roll on Benicassim!

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* for those of you as yet unfamiliar with the binary review system, allow me to explain it: it's a brilliant system which I invented which allows you to rate something on a sort of 'Yes' or 'No' basis. You could use the words 'Hot', 'De Puta madre' or 'Funkalicious' instead of 'Yes' (or the number '1', which is the most classical form of the binary review).