What is an 0844 number?

February 2nd, 2010

A while ago I added an Crank Calls category to my Blog and at the time it was, (like so many other rants), just a means for me to vent frustration about companies trying to rip me off with stupid offers and debt repayment schemes. It therefore come as a surprise to me that I get more emails and comments relating to blogs in this category than any other. This morning during a quick work break, I thought I’d check out exactly what 0844 numbers are, seeing that they constitute the bulk of my crank calls.

Well for starters, 0844 numbers are non-geographic. This is to say, they give away nothing about the locale of the caller. It’s quite likely they aren’t even in the UK. They also have a flat call rate, meaning you will pay 5p per minute to call one regardless of what time of day it is. Interestingly, the owner of the 0844 number often gets a cut of the call charge so think twice before lining the pockets of your crank by returning their call.

In many ways, an 0844 number is like a writers pseudonym. The number doesn’t exist in the sense that nobody is given an 0844 number by BT, they are just aliases for other phone numbers. There isn’t even any guarantee that a specific 0844 number is aliased to a consistent real number. The providers of them advertise the ease with which they can be redirected to different numbers, even in different countries.

Now whilst I’m a big supporter of privacy and anonymity, there’s something else I’m concerned about, “Transparency”. In short, these numbers are a con. They are designed to obfuscate the real identity of the caller and to generate revenue from those who return calls to them. In my experience, they are used as circumvention tools, enabling foreign businesses to make cold calls to peddle services that wouldn’t meet regulations if they were based in the UK. There’s nothing I’m going to achieve by this Blog entry that will change that but at least I have the freedom to not answer them thanks to Caller ID. I can’t recall a single occasion when I’ve been glad I answered an 0844 call so I doubt I’m going to miss any good news.

0844 8466524

January 25th, 2010

This number hassles Lou and I on a daily basis at the moment The callers are always reluctant to admit who they are but when pressed, they claim to be Galaxy Finance. If these people have a website, it’s well hidden behind false fronts. There is a galaxyfinance.com but it goes through a series of HTML redirects before ending up at a broken link redirected from www.cj.com which belongs to a company called Commission Junction who describe themselves as “a ValueClick” company. Great, spammers in other words.

I’m wondering how 0844 numbers actually work. They appear to be the telephony equivalent of the HTML redirect, enabling foreign callers to appear as non-international. Perhaps it’s a modern way to get around the Telephone Preference Service which is intended to protect us from this kind of cold calling. I just wish there was a way to refuse such numbers or at least select silent ringtones based on caller ID.

Spam at work

December 1st, 2009

Having kept my work email address very private for almost 10 years now, suddenly it’s become a target for Spam. It started a few weeks back with a few targeted emails from companies in the computer industry, suggesting that one of our clients had probably sold their contact database. Then this morning I received an email from a company called Laithwaites trying to sell me bottles of wine. The Spam didn’t come from their email domain, they used a domain of xmr3.com which is owned by Primiere Global Services who are an “eMarketing provider” which means they offer bulk spamming services. Well done Laithwaites, no better way to wreck the name of your company than hiring a bulk spamming outfit to do your advertising. Oh well, if the wine business goes down the pan, at least you’ll have contacts that can help you with selling Viagra and Penis Extenders.

Think of the Children!

November 18th, 2009

The subject of this post is a catchphrase you can hear in just about any technical discussion group. It’s usually stated in a cynical manner as justification for why something seemingly stupid has been incorporated into a piece of software.

Today the BBC website has this article on why social networking sites now need a “Help Button” so that children can report concerns about bullying. I find it amazing that when it comes to the Internet, normal morals and standards don’t apply. There’s been bullying in schools since the days of Tom Brown’s Schooldays and probably before that but so far we haven’t installed Help Buttons in the classrooms and playgrounds. Is this negligence on the part of schools? No, of course not.

In other aspects of life, parents are tasked with raising their chiildren to recognize the dangers around them. For example, they teach them to swim in a controlled and safe environment. To not talk to strangers and to not go out after dark. Failure to teach these basic rules of life would be considered negligence on the part of the parents, yet when it comes to the Internet the rules are reversed and blame rests with the providers of services. In many cases, free services. It’s like saying the sweetshop owner is responsible for childrens teeth or that Tesco is responsible for obesity. I guess it’s just part of the modern blame culture but it really annoys me (as a provider of free service on the Internet) to see this offloading of blame to anyone that offers a service.

The Internet is like a chainsaw, unsafe by it’s very nature for unsupervised, young children. Not many parents will buy their young children chainsaws for Christmas this year but a great many will put Internet connected computers in their bedrooms and leave them to learn on their own.

Google Earth’s Centre of the UK

November 6th, 2009

When I start Google Earth, it centres my view over the United Kingdom. If I don’t tilt, turn or otherwise move the view and just zoom in, I eventually get down to an altitude of about 411 Metres. At the exact centre of my view is an advert for a McDonnalds restaurant at 517 Bourne End. Coincidence? I doubt it very much.

Miserable Politics

November 5th, 2009

The term of the current UK government expires on 10th May 2010, about six months from now. Following that, a General Election has to be held on or before the 3rd June 2010. For me it’s a pretty sorry state of affairs as I have no faith in either of the main parties, one of which will almost certainly be taking the reigns of government for the ensuing five years.

Maybe age brings cynicism but I’m sick of hearing manifestos in which each party lies about what they’re going to do if they gain power. There seems to be no accountability for misleading the public in this manner so parties are free to push the boundaries of unobtainability in their claims to ever more ridiculous lengths. The inter-party sniping that goes on year after year will also enter a period of increased activity with perpetual insults flying across the House. Constructiveness has ceased to be a requirement of government; he who makes the loudest attack on his opponent wins the debate by weight of derision.

Does it even matter any more which of the main parties wins? It seems that since Labour became New Labour, their policies are pretty well aligned with the Tories, leaving the minority Liberal Democrats holding the socialist reigns. With no main party to represent my views, I’m leaning ever further towards Europe as the best thing for Britain. I don’t care about the Euro replacing the Pound or the loss of our sovereignty, those are silly arguments with no substance created by the The Sun and their ilk. If Europe has a weakness, it’s not making enough noise about the good things it accomplishes. Of course, good news doesn’t make newspaper sales so our worthy tabloids steer clear of such things, instead filling their pages with important information about the X-Factor.

If only one of the main parties would state a clear policy on Europe instead of sitting on the fence for fear of losing votes. I mean, as a member of the public I should have a right to vote for a party based on its policies but unless they have the balls to tell me what they are, I can’t make an informed choice. I guess this is nothing new, party representatives have been avoiding difficult questions for years but with the approach of this election I feel less informed on how to make a good choice than I ever have before.

The situation may be bad for me but it’s much worse for the young generation. As step-father to two teenagers of voting age, I’m sorry to see they take no interest in politics at all. Once again I’m pretty convinced this comes down to the lame policies and lack of clear direction. I can’t think of one policy proposed by either party that would have a direct impact on their lives. It’s not as if one party is proposing to bring back student loans or reintroducing free public transport for students. How can they possibly make an informed decision? As a result they can’t be bothered with politics and I can’t say I blame them.

All in all it’s a pretty bleak outlook. I will certainly use my vote as it comes down to a matter of principle to do so but I worry that I won’t use it well and won’t even know what I’ve voted for in terms of policy. The next leader of Britain is likely to be the wittiest guy with the whitest teeth and the best family image. Welcome to America.

Understanding the X-Factor

October 26th, 2009

What is it about the X-Factor that makes it so attractive to the British public? At this time every year I find myself obsessing over it, getting angry with who stays and who gets voted out. Ranting about the silly comments I read on web forums and generally getting worked up about something that will have zero impact on my life. Why?

Prior to this week, two acts have been voted out so far. In week one it was Kandy Rain who didn’t stand a chance simply because they are a girl band. There’s something about voter demographics that makes it virtually imposslbe for them to succeed on the show. Last year two girl bands went in the first two weeks, (this year it took three weeks). The other act to fall was a guy called Rikky Loney who didn’t really have a lot going for him in either the singing or charisma departments. Neither of these were the top performances on the night but they certainly weren’t the worst either. This isn’t just my opinion, it was also that of the judges. So why did these two acts go so early on?

On Sunday night this week we were presented with the remaining ten acts and a varied lot they were. By now I’ve had sufficient exposure to them that I’ve learnt the names of the acts and formed favourites based on personality and ability. Topping the charisma chart we have Stacey Solomon and Jamie Archer (a.k.a. Jamie Afro). For coolness there’s Olly Murs and for sheer performing talant, Danyl Johnson. Besides these chart toppers, there are a couple of pretty fair performers: Joe McElderry and Lucie Jones. That takes us up to six of the ten acts. In all fairness, one of the remaining four, girlband Miss Frank, ended up going home. Despite a good act, they were doomed to failure just by being a girlband. The big surprise of the evening wasn’t that they got voted off, but who came second to last, probably the biggest talent in the competition, Danyl Johnson. Once again, this isn’t just surprise on my part, it’s surprise on the nations part, the bookies unanimously touted him as the favourite to win, as did the newspapers. Why, after only two weeks was the grim reaper casting a look at this hugely talented performer?

I’m pretty sure the answer rests with those pesky voter demographics that always doom the girl bands. So why do the girl bands get voted out so quickly each year? Simple, because blokes don’t vote for them! Whilst a great many men might actually watch the X-Factor, I’m pretty sure that most of them, like me, don’t actually care enough to ever vote. That seals the fate of the girl bands. So having concluded that men don’t vote much, what are the girls doing with their votes?

One thing that’s a certain vote winner is cuteness. The young girls love a young guy who comes across as a bit shy and can do a coy smile. There’s one of those in this year’s X-Factor, Lloyd Daniels. I’m sure Lloyd is a great guy but on stage he looks like a lost puppy and sings with a comparable lost-puppy whimper. Despite his lack of ability, Lloyd will see many of the top performers fall before his puppy-dog loving voters are finally outnumbered by the then consolidated votes of the music lovers.

Next there’s the British love for the underdog. This year we are blessed with the partnership of John and Edward who’s recipe for success is to be devoid of any of the prerequisite talents. The more this depressing duo get slagged off by the press, judges and web forum subscribers, the more the good people of Britain will rally behind them. I admit it, I look forward to watching them, in a malicious sort of way, just to see how awful it will be. As with Lloyd, John and Edward will never win the prize but they’ll take out a lot of talent before they succumb.

In a reversal of perspective, why do the talented acts lack for votes? I think voter age plays a big part in this. It doesn’t matter how great a performer Danyl Johnson is, how smooth Olly Murs acts or how rawly talented Jamie Afro might be, they belong to a generation removed from the teen voters. After ploughing through thousands of comments on web forums, it’s obvious to me that the vast majority of them are from teens; written in text-speak, highly charged, utterly lacking in legibility and generally terminated with a “I luv u Lloyd! xxx”. I suspect these messages originate from people who don’t listen to much Led Zeppelin and think Robert Plant is the father to two little plants on a pre 9am CBBies cartoon they haven’t woken up in time to watch. Yes, that’s a heavy dose of cynicism but I doubt it’s far from the truth. They certainly aren’t going to vote for the talented over-25 acts!

Put all this together and I know why I’m obsessive about the X-Factor. It’s no single element of the programme, it’s lots of things combined with indignation playing the major part. I really feel strongly that talent should prevail and the fact it doesn’t inflames my indignation and increases my obsessiveness. In essence, I’m not obsessed with the X-Factor because it works, I’m obsessed with it because it does not. I care so much that a week after the final, I’ll have forgotten the names of the twelve finalists and will be sick of hearing the winner’s cheesy Christmas No.1 song.

Breakdown Cover – Tip of the Iceburg

October 23rd, 2009

I feel compelled to do a quick Blog after yet another pressure call from The AA. This time they were offering me accident insurance, last time it was car repair insurance and in between there’s all the emails telling about their latest great schemes to part me from my money.

At the time I took it out, it seemed like a sensible thing to do with two aging cars in the family. The price wasn’t too bad either. When the repair insurance thing came along, that also sounded like a good idea and I took it. Before you know it, all these good things amount to a monthly bill that’s anything but a good thing. Now I just want to get out of it and will do so at the earliest opportunity. Bound to break down the day after. Life’s a bitch like that.

0845 4585632

October 15th, 2009

Just had a phone call from this number asking to speak to my partner Lou. They got her name wrong for starters which tends to make one suspicious and it went downhill from there.

There was something inexplicably sinister about this caller, the tone of voice, wanting to know who I was and needing to speak to Lou by 8pm this evening. They left a telephone number for her to call, 0844 7016156 which didn’t improve my confidence as it was different to the number they were calling from. When I pressed to know who was calling, the answer was “CDUK” which meant squat to me.

Googling on CDUK turned up a company who supply kitchen worktops. I suspect that had Lou wanted a worktop, a salesmen would hardly talk in such a sinister tone!

The answer was to Google on the phone number 0845 4585632. Despite obviously trying to hide their identity behind an acronym, these people are Collect Direct UK: A debt collection firm. I can’t find any website for Collect Direct UK so it’s probably a front for another company who don’t want to be associated with their activities.

I suspect there will be more on this in the near future.

Bye bye Wimble Womble

October 1st, 2009

This morning Lou discovered that our ferret, “Womble” had died in the night. She’s been looking weak lately and old age was taking its toll on her. Lou thinks she was about 11 years old. We got her from the RSPCA’s Little Valley Animal Shelter in June 2005 after seeing an advert on the BBC website. Amazingly the article is still online!

At the time, we only really wanted a single polecat, Darcy, but when we saw him in a pen playing with Womble, (who was named Wimbledon by the shelter), we took them both. Darcy is still going strong and lives in a big walk-in run along with Missy the ferret and Tommy the Polecat.

Speeding Ticket

September 29th, 2009

If you own a powerful motorcycle, I think speeding tickets are an almost inevitable eventuality. I did quite well and rode my current bike for over five years before I got caught and even then it was on the A4174 Bristol Ring Road which is apparently one of the highest revenue generating roads in the country. Hardly surprising. It’s a lovely straight dual carriageway and free from congestion at 1:30pm on a Thursday afternoon. I bet it pays the salaries of the camera operators ten times over whilst enabling the police to say, “Look how many criminals we catch!”.

My 63mph in a 50mph zone is 26% over the speed limit. On the 30mph limit on the A388 outside my house, that equates to 37.8mph. I’d happily bet that less than one car in ten is under that during morning rush hour and that’s on one of the most dangerous roads in Cornwall.

Oh well, nothing to do but pay the fine and take the points as I can’t afford to contest it. Our glorious democracy might have a principle of innocent until proven guilty but only those with money to burn can risk demanding that proof be demonstrated. I probably was speeding last Thursday on the A4174 but I’ll have to accept my guilt without ever seeing a shred of evidence to support it.

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RTM Disco Kayak

August 10th, 2009

I guess it’s time I created a Kayak category on my Blog. There’s likely to be a lot of posts to it during my current period of obsessiveness.

Last Saturday (8th Aug 2009), Lou and I went Kayaking on the river Camel. We started from Wadebridge and paddled upstream to Polbrock. Despite a few problems getting started due to currents and tides, we had a great time and really enjoyed ourselves.

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The Good News
As planned, I took out the RTM Disco which is my favourite Kayak at the moment and the one I hope to buy soon. I felt quite confident in it which was pleasing as it’s not usually a beginners choice due to the feeling of instability when you first get in it. Having pretty much made up my mind about the Disco, I decided it was time to look at the prices and options available.

The Bad News
The first thing I discovered about the price is that’s it’s a more expensive kayak than I had been expecting. Until now all the reviews and prices I’d seen were from the US where the Disco retails at $579. At the current exchange rate (£1 = $1.66) that equates to £348. Here in the UK, the Disco is retailing at an enormous £509, around 46% higher than the US retail. I can’t imagine how they justify this huge difference when the Disco is manufactured in France, just across the channel from here. The likely answer is just that they can get away with it as all Kayaks seem to be more expensive over here. I’d like to check out the price in France but despite RTM being a French company, they don’t list a single native dealer on their website!

The ways of the Web

August 5th, 2009

It’s certainly fair to say that I’m an impulsive person. The smallest trigger will instantly turn me in the direction of a new hobby, most of which are short-lived and expensive. The latest interest is Kayaking which, as it turns out is expensive even by my standards. Then again, a combination of equipment from forgotten hobbies and eBay are funding this one so I guess it’s clearing out the junk if nothing else.

One of the really great things about the World Wide Web is the ability it provides to really research a product in depth before buying it. Most of my usual product reviewing centres around computer equipment which is documented and reviewed to the point where I’m generally flooded with information. The websites in question are excellently presented and the information is of a professional nature. In summary, for computer equipment the Web is an invaluable tool.

Whilst the Web has come of age for many avenues of shopping, Kayaking is lagging far behind. In some respects this is a good thing as the shops retain a very good personal quality. For example, last weekend Lou and I attended a try-out day hosted by Camel Canoe and Kayaks. It was friendly, relaxed and informative. It was also completely free! I plan to repay their generosity by buying all my stuff from them. One item of which is the RTM Disco Sit-on Kayak. RTM’s Website is a class example of how to turn a buyer off a great product by having a crap website. Naturally I’m very keen to learn all about my potential Kayak and the manufacturers website should be the source of all the information I want. In reality, it’s a complete turn-off. The main page on the Disco contains a set of links to the available accessories, all of which just loop back to the same page. There’s an About RTM link that contains product news but doesn’t appear to have been updated since 2007. There’s a link to a Kayak Blog which is completely broken. They also have no links to any 3rd party reviews, despite me finding one glowing one publicly available on the Web.

I fail to understand how such a seemingly successful company with an international audience can make such a pathetic job of presenting their products. I mean, how difficult is it to maintain a website with current information and to update a Blog once ever few months? Whilst many companies are completely over-the-top on sales and marketing, this one is clueless. Maybe it’s the proud French way, (RTM are French) to let the product sell itself but geez, it’s frustrating to me. I want more information!

The Half Blood Prince

August 3rd, 2009

Yesterday Lou and I went to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince at the Vue Cinema in Plymouth. The film was pretty good although inevitably some chunks had to be cut out to squeeze the 768 page book into an acceptable length. Even so, the film runs for 153 minutes plus the inevitable half hour prelude of Perl and Dean. That’s a long time for even an adult to sit still and concentrate. As the majority of the audience weren’t close to being adults, some inevitable problems ensued.

When J. K. Rowling wrote the Harry Potter series of books, the plan was to match the complexity and degree of darkness with the age of her audience. The first book, Philosopher’s Stone was released in 1997 with Half Blood Prince coming in 2005. Hence, her initial audience had aged 8 years between the two. The kids who read the first novel aged, (say) thirteen, read the sixth at twenty-one. When the first film was released in 2001, they were seventeen and when the sixth was released in 2009, they were 25. Doesn’t time fly!

The problem with Harry Potter is it’s ongoing appeal to younger children who don’t have to wait over a decade from first exposure until viewing film six. The cinema yesterday was packed with children younger than ten, despite its 12A classification. The 12A rating actually means nothing at all. It’s a great rating for absolving responsibility whilst not actually enforcing anything; you can take a five year old to see a 12A classification providing the parent deems it fit for their child. The result was the inevitable onset of boredom. There was a perpetual stream of parents taking children to the toilet and for the last half-hour, the mobile phones were unleashed by the young teen contingent. Levels of general chit-chat increased as time went by until in the end there was an almost continuous background noise to contend with. In short, the length and content of the film was incompatible with the majority of its audience.

Vue Cinemas clearly anticipated this problem with Half Blood Prince as there are showings for over eighteens only. The problem with these is that they all start at 8:20pm. That means a finish of well after 11pm which doesn’t really appeal to me, (or I suspect many others). I guess what I’m getting around to saying is that the film is badly classified. It might not be unsuitable for young children from the perspective of violence or sexual content but from an enjoyment perspective the younger audience aren’t going to like it and consequently they’ll ruin it for the older ones.

Why is profit not enough?

July 31st, 2009

A couple of recent news reports and a company email have got me pondering about profit. It seems to be a modern culture that making a profit is simply not good enough. The margin of profit must grow, year upon year. The reason frequently expressed is that unless the profit keeps going up, the shareholders will get restless and find other avenues for their money. The question this raises for me is, “why do we need shareholders?”.

No doubt my view is incredibly simplistic and completely naive but it does seem that the majority of us spend our lives working for companies that are owned by an anonymous fluffy cloud of shareholders who never express any gratitude for our efforts. If the employees owned the company themselves then life would be much nicer: Everyone would get paid their salary just the same and if the company made a profit then that would be really nice and perhaps salaries could consequently go up a little next year. We could dispense with the panic that surrounds financial year ends because employees wouldn’t care if the company was enormously profitable or merely profitable. The fact it employs them, pays their salaries and keeps them off the dole queue would be sufficient reason for the company’s continued existence.

Like I said, all nice and simple. If only life worked that way.

Why Windows 7?

July 23rd, 2009

A few days ago I pre-ordered Microsoft Windows v7. This was quite a milestone event for me as I’d decided that after the flop of Vista, my next desktop upgrade from XP would be to Debian Linux. Not only is Linux free, I’m also very familiar with it. All my machines except the desktop already run it. So why the change of direction?

Well for one thing, Microsoft offered it at an attractive 50% discount for those who pre-order. Paying £75 instead of £150 is quite a saving but it’s still £75 I could have kept in my pocket by going down the Linux route, so that’s not the real reason.

Linux for me still has a couple of issues when it comes to running it on a desktop. At this point I suspect thousands of people could insert thousands of different reasons. If we all shared the same small list of issues, they would no doubt get fixed.

The biggest issue of all for me is support for Graphics Cards. Whilst Linux will get a GUI up and running at a decent resolution, it all goes wrong when I want OpenGL support. As everyone in the house (except me) wants to play games, (or SecondLife) this is a major requirement that can’t be ignored. There are drivers out there but as a Linux purist, they’re horrible binary affairs that require black magic to merge them into a custom kernel. To add further pain, the black magic must be repeated every time the Kernel is recompiled. I think it’s safe to say that when this issue is resolved then my desktop will run Linux, or at the very least, VMware Workstation based on Linux with a Wintel Virtual Machine. If a single vendor of Graphics Cards actually released a proper Linux open-source driver they would get their hand bitten off.

My next issue is burning DVD’s. Linux can do this just fine but when it comes to backing up my DVD’s to a hard disk, it’s sadly lacking an alternative to the functionality that Slysoft offers with AnyDVD and CloneDVD.

No doubt I’d uncover other issues once I actually made the switch but with ticks against the above issues, the switch would be made and further problems would get worked around. If I’d carried out this exercise when upgrading from Win2000 to XP I’d have had a 20 item list. Linux has come a very long way and for me, it hasn’t got to reach much further.

Broad Rock

May 26th, 2009

A few weeks ago I did a long walk on Dartmoor with my dogs. We started from Sheepstor and took the path to Ditsworthy Warren House. From there we walked up the Plym to Plym Steps and across to Broad Rock. The problem was that I couldn’t actually find Broad Rock! This nagged at me so much that last Saturday I did another walk, starting at Whiteworks and this time I did find it.

Actually I found it the first time and didn’t realise it. The writing on the rock “BB Broad Rock” has grown so faint as to be almost illegible. For my record and no doubt for others trying to locate it, it’s at N50°29′19.2″ W3°56′54.7″ (SX 61849 67244).

From Broad Rock we walked to Erme Head and then followed Blacklane Brook to Ducks Pool. On the OS map there appears to be a path from here through Foxtor Mire back to Whiteworks. For those who don’t like wet feet, don’t even try it. There is no path! I thought I was somehow missing it until I stumbled upon a Dartmoor Letterbox where the book was filled with various comments from people also trying in vain to find it. In the end we cut across rough moors to Nuns Cross Farm and followed the path from there back to Whiteworks. Total distance was exactly 10 Miles.

Cotswold Canals

May 25th, 2009

Following the success our Narrow Boat holiday, I got a bit obsessive and started looking up other good circular routes. Living where we do in Cornwall, one annoyance is the currently unnavigable old Stroudwater Canal and the Thames & Severn Canal. Both of which are in the process of being restored and renamed as the Cotswold Canals by the Cotswold Canals Project.

I spent some time creating a Google Earth map of the Cotswold Canals, and emailed it to the project but sadly didn’t receive a response from them. I’ve included it here in case anyone else is interested.

First ever narrowboat holiday

May 11th, 2009

Lou and I did our first ever narrowboat holiday last week and it was a great success. We were accompanied by Kieran and his girlfriend Becky and my parents for a total of six with an age span of almost 65 years. For such a disparate group to all have a good time is a strong testament to how relaxing such a holiday can be!

Now I’ve received vouchers for 25% discount if I book another canal holiday for this year. Lou and I would love to do this and are in the process of trying to find four friends who fancy spending a week plodding along in a boat. Six people seems to be good number and works out (with discount) at about £150 per person for a week in September. If you know Lou or I and are interested, please get in touch, it’s good fun, honest!


For the record, this is where we spent each night whilst we travelled around the Stourport Ring. The last night (Friday) was spent in the docks from which we started.

Date Location Grid Ref
Sat 11th April Camp House, River Severn 52° 13′ 47.8″ N
2° 14′ 32.8″ W
Sun 12th April Kinver 52° 27′ 21.7″ N
2° 13′ 13.5″ W
Mon 13th April Compton 52° 35′ 10.7″ N
2° 10′ 28.3″ W
Tue 14th April Brindley Place, Birmingham 52° 28′ 44.1″ N
1° 54′ 54.8″ W
Wed 15th April Alvechurch 52° 21′ 07.3″ N
1° 58′ 23.3″ W
Thu 16th April Hanbury Wharf 52° 15′ 51.1″ N
2° 06′ 57.0″ W
Fri 17th April Viking Boat Yard, Worcester 52° 11′ 46.8″ N
2° 13′ 00.2″ W

The wonderful Western way

February 27th, 2009

Time for a rant on a subject I know nothing about.

I’m sure I’m not the only person in the UK this week who feels quite strongly about the Sir Fred Goodwin issue. To the layman it seems as though Sir Fred, the chairman of The Royal Bank of Scotland steered his great company into the largest UK corporate disaster ever and is now being rewarded for his fine efforts with a £16m pension pot. Owing to the magnitude of Sir Fred’s cock up, the poor chap has been forced to retire early and will subsequently be drawing his £650k annual pension from the ripe old age of 50!

Did I let a hint of sarcasm creep in there? It’s hard not to. Sir Fred will continue to lead a life of the utmost luxury. His earnings from RBS in 2007 alone amounted to £4.2m, a sum that most hard working, honest people can only dream of earning in a lifetime. Others are not so lucky: The poor employees of RBS are facing up to the realities of their bosses mismanagement. Many of them are soon to be unemployed; like wartime cannon-fodder, they are simply a statistic that Sir Fred can read about from the comfort of his ivory tower.

At the moment the Government is making lots of noise about Sir Fred but I can’t help feeling that the root of the problem is the Western “fat-cat” philosophy where company directors seem to decide their own value to the business and reward themselves accordingly. I don’t care how clever Sir Fred was, he broke his bank, left the taxpayer with an eye-watering bill and his employees to pay with their jobs. With great responsibility should come accountability and if that were the case, Sir Fred would be going to prison and his personal wealth to help those whose lives he’s irrevocably damaged.