Thursday, May 17, 2012

Some thoughts on smoking and government attempts to stop it.

Before I delve into this article, let me begin by saying something. I am a smoker, and I have smoked since I was sixteen. There I said it, chastise me if you will.

I feel the need to say this before I launch into the debate so the reader can acknowledge my point of view. This is simply because whenever the topic of smoking is discussed, it is startling how smokers are never courted for their opinion. Instead, health officials and government ministers hog the limelight.

So in the interest of balance, I will admit, I am a smoker. I'm not proud of this, but I likewise do not think that I am the practioner of a dirty habit or that I am committing some taboo act which smoking has come to be seen.

Moving on, when the government announced its budget, it announced that the price of tobacco was to rise again. This was a continuation of the last government's policy to price smokers out of their habit. It met with no opposition from the Labour benches and was widely supported.

Brian Rollo, a Labour councillor in Preston, Lancashire, is proof of this. Despite being a staunch Labour man, he fully supports the recent measures adopted by the Conservatives, a continuation of the old Labour government’s idea.

“The policy for a number of years now has been to increase the price of cigarette packets, above the rate of inflation,” he says.
This is certainly true and it seems to be working with the number of people smoking having fallen.

However, from my own personal experience it has not stopped me or any of my friends who smoke. Whenever the price of cigarettes goes up, I simply notice that the price of a packet is not what it once was. I deal with it, and move on. In extreme circumstances, I might change my brand of choice, if I really cannot afford those trusty Lambert and Butlers. 

 Mr Rollo certainly feels it is a policy that works. There is no doubt he endorses any attempts to curb smoking in Britain.

“It kills people at the end of the day,” he sighs, “I’ve seen people die from smoking myself and most regular smokers would like to give up.”
Mr Rollo himself quit smoking in 1984, he had been a smoker for fifteen years. As well as government measures to tackle smoking he feels it is important for politicians to support the NHS in their attempts to educate the public of the dangers of smoking and also to aid the regional Primary Care Trusts (PCTs).
One such issue the Primary Care Trusts of the UK are discussing at the moment is the idea of brand-neutral packaging for cigarettes. This is following on from their lobbying to make sure cigarette packets cannot be seen behind the counter at supermarkets.

The idea of not having a brand name on your cigarette packaging is an interesting one, but will it stop people smoking? Probably not. Will it stop people starting? Maybe. However, it is difficult to see how a child who has been brought up in a family of smokers will be put off the habit by the fact that the packaging is not what it used to be. When it comes to smoking everyone's reason for doing it is different and the circumstances surrounding their addiction is unique.

Personally, I am sick to death with the vilification of smoking. Like I said in the introduction, I am not proud of the fact that I smoke and yes, I perhaps would like to give up. But the looks of disgust I see on people's faces when I "spark up" I feel are vastly disproportionate to any perceived crime I am committing on the human race. If you do not want to breathe in my smoke, don't stand next to me. It's as simple as that.

However, the very fact there is this vilification shows that the government and the NHS is winning its battle and for that, I suppose, they should be applauded. At the end of the day, people do hold convictions against those who smoke and those who do not smoke are in the majority in this country.

What will be interesting is how the nation will react when the government and the NHS really ramp up the pressure on the United Kingdom's other great addiction. Perhaps its biggest addiction of them all.

Alcohol.

A bonkers end to a bonkers season

I will repeat that statement, Manchester City Football Club are champions of England.
For those of you who do not appreciate the sheer insanity of that statement, can you honestly say, hand on heart, that ten years ago you could have EVER imagined being able to say that in your lifetime?
That a football club that spent most of the nineties and noughties trying to secure its place in the top division, is now sat on top of it, looking down on the rest, a smug grin from cheek to cheek.
However, this is a fact, and it is evidence of crazy end to a crazy premier league season. One that must surely be judged as the greatest ever.  
It is also evidence of a crazy transformation of a football club where to be crazy is a requirement to be a supporter. Whereas once City fans would say Shaun Goater was their favourite striker, they now say Sergio Aguero. Once they would say their favourite midfielder was Ali Benarbia, now they say Yaya Toure or David Silva.
I remember as a school boy, the first Manchester derby of the 2002-2003 season. It was 8th November 2002. I went to school in Manchester so this was a very big deal. It was the last ever derby at Maine Road, City’s famous old ground. City won 3-1 and their fans celebrated as though they had won a championship. To beat United was enough in itself back then. Little did those fans know that 10 years later, beating United would effectively secure them a championship.   
But that is enough about City, they are champions and deservedly so. Anybody who thinks otherwise should seriously wisen up to what a league table is meant to achieve, i.e. to establish who the best are over a given period.
The fact of the matter is that this season just gone was the best one ever. Or at least the best one in my life time. The end of the season was merely the icing on the cake. Those crazy five minutes at Eastlands simply providing a fitting end to a thrilling season’s football.
For this season provided us with so many memorable moments, and not just in the premier league. The overall football season, officially, is not over as the Champions League Final and Playoff Finals promise to provide more thrills and spills.
 Away from the Premier League we saw the end of Barcelona’s dominance, both in Europe and Spain, as rivals Real Madrid clinched the Spanish title and Chelsea provided one of the shocks of the season with a hard fought victory over two legs in the champions league.
For those who follow Italian football, Juventus announced their return to the big table by finishing the Serie A season unbeaten, the first Italian team to do so in the current 38 game format.
What’s more Southampton are returning to the Premiership along with Reading for next year after stella seasons in the Championship.  
But the Premier League season was just mental. It began crazy and just carried on in a similar vein.
Remember the beginning of the season? Manchester United beat Arsenal 8-2. EIGHT – TWO. Manchester City beat Manchester United 6-1 at Old Trafford. Liverpool (you know, that team that are the second most successful in English football history) conspired to lose at home to such teams as Wigan, West Brom and Fulham. Blackburn, who eventually were relegated, beat Manchester United at Old Trafford. Newcastle went to Stamford Bridge and played Chelsea off the park winning 2-0 and the list just goes on and on.
It was a mental season.
But as well as this, the 2011-2012 season displayed a positive side to football fans, seldom seen. I am of course alluding to the reaction of fans of all colours to the plight of Fabrice Muamba and to the tragic death of Gary Speed.
The response to these horrific moments in the season really did warm the heart and reminded people that there really are more important things in life than football.
However, football is still important. And it’s as exciting and crazy as it has ever been. Here’s to two great games on Saturday and another insane season next year.   

Why I love gigs

The anticipation of the gig
One of the unwanted results of doing a master’s degree is that the things I used to do when I was younger are no longer as accessible.
These include nights out, those days where you did absolutely nothing at all, and gigs.
For those of you who don’t know, gigs are awesome. They basically serve as a focal point for like-minded people to gather and listen to the music they love. They’re also a great way of meeting people. In High Fidelity, John Cusack’s character uttered the line, “It’s not what you are like that matters, it’s what you like”. A gig is evidence of this. You can have an audience of many different varieties but the chances are, everyone will get along.  
On 5th May I managed to go to my first proper gig in a long time. The show was Alkaline Trio at the Manchester Academy.  
For those of you who do not know, Alkaline Trio are an amazing band from Chicago, Illinois, in the United States. Anyone interested in alternative music will recognise, or at least have heard of, some of their better known tunes such as “Private Eye”, “We’ve Had Enough” and “Time to Waste”.
They are a band that I feel represent me. For instance, if you were to ask me, “if you were a band, which band would you be?” I would most likely say Alkaline Trio. Their songs deal with issues that I know and experience, love, addiction and are coated in a dark humour that definitely appeals to me.
So as far as a reintroduction into the gig world, this was about as good as it gets for me.
Now this is not to serve as a review of the gig, there are plenty of reviews of Trio gigs elsewhere. The gig was amazing, as you would expect any gig involving your favourite band to be. The fact the support act was Dave Hause, lead singer of the Loved Ones, doing an acoustic set, was an added bonus.
No, this post serves as a reminder to us all, and also to myself, of how great gigs actually are and how I shouldn’t just let them become a thing of the past.
Because, right now it seems as though from every angle I am being told to grow up, look for jobs advance my career prospects etc. As part of this, I neglected one of the things in life I truly love, music.
For it does seem to be the conventional wisdom that going to gigs was very much a “phase” that you went through when you were enjoying (or not enjoying as the case may be), your adolescent years.
There is an argument for this. Two years ago I saw Bowling for Soup at the Liverpool Academy. One of the support bands was a new band called Forever the Sickest Kids, made up of new kids on the scene with a new fashion. I felt like I brought the average age of the crowd up by about fifty two billion years. It made me wonder whether I was getting to old for this shit.  
The Alkaline Trio gig at Manchester Academy convinced me that this was most certainly not the case.
At the gig there were people of seemingly all ages (well, all ages that could be expected at the gig of a band that rose to prominence in the early noughties). But, crucially, there were many of my own generation, eager to see one of the bands they had grown up with, just as I had. I spoke to some of them, one in particular in the smoking area and as mentioned above, got on with them.
As well as the people there, there was the undoubted thrill of live music. The adrenaline rush it gives you and, without sounding too clichéd, the joy it gives you.
Put shortly, watching a band you like can never let you down. It is not like an overbearing girlfriend/boyfriend or a football team that never bloody wins. It is an entertainment that has a certainty to it.
So, my advice to you, is if you are stuck in a rut and feel the pressure of the world building up on you, find a bit of spare money, save it up and go find where a band you like are playing.
It won’t let you down, because gigs are awesome.          

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Drinking at home? It's going down. Oh good.... hang on a minute.

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The data above shows that the levels of drinking in the home are decreasing. However, this is despite the fact we are constantly told that Britain has a binge drinking culture that is a problem.

The National Health Service is regularly giving advice to people and warning about the dangers of drinking too much.

So what seems to be the problem? We are not drinking as much as we have in the past according to these statistics.

The problem is simply that our drinking culture in this country is horrific. We may have benefitted from some fantastic nights because of it, but it is horrific.

For me, drinking at home involves relaxing watching a film with a cheeky can of cider or lager. Maybe even a glass of red if I am feeling classy. It also conjures up images of loneliness and, quite frankly, being uncool. Lets face it, we are brought up to believe that going out on a Saturday night and practically destroying ourselves is the way to go when it comes to booze.

Well, when you're young anyway. One of the most disturbing things I have found about getting older is I can feel the glass of red becoming more appealing. I imagine the age of the people drinking at home would be more on the "mature side".   

But go out on a Saturday night into any town in this country. Its a good experience to be honest. Go there when you are sober and you might as well have stepped into the deepest circle of hell.

You only have to go abroad to see how different our drinking culture is from the rest of Europe. I went to France to watch Warrington play Les Catalans in Perpignan. To any rugby league fan who has made the trip, it is a highlight of the season. It is also startling to see two cultures clash, British and French. The French people will have a meal, maybe share a bottle of wine, and will drink to chill out essentially. Then the British wade in, downing pints by the minute and singing dirty versions of the traditional French classic "Alouette". It is enjoyable but at the same time, eye opening.

So is the fact we are drinking less at home a good thing or a bad thing? It is a good thing, the NHS will most certainly be encouraged. But it certainly is not the problem.

It's that deepest circle of hell on a Saturday night.

Christmas time. A time for family, joy and mad panic buying. But we love it really

It's Christmas time again!

However, it seems like it has been for ages. The major superstores and retail companies have been telling us to do our Christmas shopping for quite sometime.

For Christmas does seem to be starting earlier. I am sure I remember as a young child, the Christmas countdown started on 1st December, you know, when advent started. It was when you got your advent calendar, started your shopping and started to decorate your home.

Nowadays it is different. In my hometown of Warrington, Peter Andre caused much excitement to the locals when he turned on the town's Christmas lights. He did this on 19th November, however. It was more than a month to Christmas. Meanwhile just down the M62 in Manchester, the Christmas markets (pictured) got underway two days earlier.

Christmas is undoubtedly now seen as a way of making money by big businesses, but before this turns into a rant about the rights and wrongs of that ideal, I shall move swiftly on to why I am looking forward to it this year, without sounding like an over excited child.

Christmas is a time for family. And also for being with some of your oldest and best friends. Since I have been at university for the last three and a half years, I scarcely see either that much. But it is different at Christmas time. It definately does seem to be the one time of year where families will get together. Some people argue that the family is a dying institution, Christmas usually proves that it is not. It is something that as you grow older you definately appreciated more. Admittedly there is an element of dread over the inevitable arguing, but in some ways it's all part of the fun.

Another reason I am looking forward to Christmas is because people will actually be happy. This country has become a very bitchy place to be. Everyone is interested in who is cheating on who, who is stealing who's benefits, why such and such a people will not go into work one day etc. At Christmas that does seem to change. This is due in no small part to the fact that many people choose to see who is doing these things on Coronation Street or Eastenders, but that is not the point. People do seem to have more of a smile on their face at Christmas and stop all the pointless arguing and just get along.

Finally, there is the slightly perverse enjoyment of Christmas shopping. Lets be honest, shopping for other people is a largely horrendous experience, but there is something rewarding about it at Christmas. I am of course not talking about the actual shopping itself, but more the atmosphere. Especially in a place like Manchester. There has been a recent sensation regarding Christmas Markets, Birmingham holds the honour of having the biggest one, and they are excellent in my opinion. Manchester's is no exception. You can spend your happy day guzzling mulled wine (or liquor coffee if you prefer) and buy a load of stuff you do not really need and sometimes have never even heard of.

The markets are usually called "German Markets" as well, which shows that at Christmas time, even the best of enemies can become friends.  

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