The Today anchor on Britain’s lack of identity, being seen as a lightweight – and being papped at the shops You have two new TV programmes coming out. One of them, Business Nightmares , has some amazing cases, doesn’t it? Persil Power, so strong it shredded knickers… One of the programme’s revelations is that all washing powders shred knickers to some degree! In many ways, the most poignant case is Gerald Ratner. His story [in a speech in 1991, he described his company's products as "total crap"] has been told so many times, and it’s funny, but actually it was a big tragedy for him.He lost the business and he tells the tale of having to buy petrol for the car and not knowing what you do. He took years to recover from the shock. I think you can enjoy the horrible stories of the disasters that befall people while nevertheless respecting them for doing stuff. Mistakes are nothing to be ashamed of. If you’re not making some mistakes, it probably means you’re not trying hard enough. What about Made in Britain? That one is about whether Britain has got enough industry. Can we survive without manufacturing? Can we build an economy on services? It’s all bound up with issues of national identity. The Germans are clear about what they do – cars and machine tools; the Japanese are clear about what they do – electronics; the Chinese are clear about what they do – they’re the workshop of the world. We’re less clear and that’s because we’ve moved towards the intangible sectors more than other developed economies. We are a huge net exporter of business and commercial services: insurance and finance, surveying, architecture, legal services, advertising, university education. Is that a good thing? The service sector raises a number of problems. Here’s the nub of it: old industries – manufacturing industries – had lots of good reasons to disperse geographically. You had shipbuilding in Sunderland, steel in South Wales and coal scattered around the country. The new industries are brainy industries and so-called knowledge workers tend to like to be near other people who are the same. Think of the City or Hollywood. People cluster. This means you have winning regions, such as London and Cambridge, and losing regions. The people who want to be top lawyers in Sunderland are hoovered up by London. Is the answer more manufacturing? We have got too little manufacturing, and I’m not saying that out of some romantic idea that mining is good for you or it’s better to make things. There is a strong link between the following three things: exporting, manufacturing and the degree of saving by the population. It’s complicated, but if the population doesn’t save, the economy will not tend to export as much, and if it doesn’t export as much, it won’t manufacture enough. Hang on, what’s saving got to do with it? When a population saves – and the exporting powerhouses, the Germans, Japanese and Chinese do save – what happens is this. First, the companies that operate in those countries where the population are not big spenders are forced to look outside the country to find sales. They become export-oriented. Second, the financial system has more funds, because the population has put its savings there, so it has to be less choosy about who it gives the money to – it can justify capital spending. Britain has been a low-saving nation and has less equipment per worker; we’re less capital intensive. And then, third, is the exchange rate. When a population saves a lot, the funds are invested outside the country as well as inside. If the Japanese invest in the United States, it pushes their exchange rate down and makes their manufacturing more competitive. That is really interesting… What I like about it as a theory is that it puts it back to us. Instead of saying there’s some conspiracy by Margaret Thatcher, it’s been a collective decision. We’ve become a consuming nation; we suck in imports rather than exports; we build shopping centres rather than factories. The consequence is that our manufacturing industry has been too small. As well as making business TV programmes, you’re also a presenter on the Today programme. Were you annoyed that you weren’t in when Osama bin Laden was killed? A little bit. I’m not a jealous person though actually, with Osama, I did think, God, that’s an interesting day to be on. But, in fairness, it was Jim and Justin and I’m modest enough to think, oh well, that’s the best team, as they are American experts. But why did I have to do some godforsaken bank holiday when nothing happens! When you started on Today , some people deemed you lightweight. Do you think you’ve improved? I’m keen not to lose the things that made people say I was lightweight, but I’m also keen not to be seen as lightweight. There would be no point if I became a clone of the others, but equally it would be no good if I was seen as the one who did funny features about walking dogs in the park. Finding that balance isn’t easy. In five years I might have cracked it. Does it annoy you when you’re called a gay presenter? It doesn’t annoy me but I think of myself as a presenter who is gay, rather than a gay presenter. It’s a subtle distinction, but that’s how I view it. I don’t think I’m hugely camp on air. Private Eye did do a funny spoof of me interviewing Peter Mandelson in which it was all, ‘Ooh get her…’ [laughs]. I’m quite proud to be gay; I’m not hiding it. What about when you were photographed in jeans with a biker chain… I was papped! Apparently, I was breaking some hidden Daily Mail sartorial rule that meant I had to dress in a suit to go across the road to get milk. I think the headline was “Please Mr Davis, Won’t You Dress Your Age?”. That phrase – “Please Mr Davis” – is used in our household quite a lot by my partner. “Pleeeease Mr Davis, won’t you do the washing up…” Evan Davis Radio Television Dragons’ Den Gay rights Miranda Sawyer guardian.co.uk
Continue reading …Miike is Japan’s most prolific film-maker, a director who’ll turn his hand to anything, and best known in Britain for the audacious psychological thriller Audition , in which a widower discovers an ideal bride through a fake movie-casting session, only to discover she’s an insane avenger. His new film is a welcome revival of the samurai movie, a homage to Kurosawa set in 1844, after a long period of peace. The vicious Lord Naritsugu, a psychotic sadist threatening the stability of the realm, has to be destroyed, and only a team of dedicated samurai can achieve this. The elegant first half is dedicated to the selection and training of this elite group by the stately warrior Shinzaemon. The last 50 minutes is a non-stop running battle that follows when the 13 honourable assassins ambush the lord and his vast entourage, a virtual army seven times their number. It is a stunning sequence, magnificently staged, an epic encounter with little in the way of special effects, that leaves the village in tatters and just two men standing. Kinetic film-making of a high order. World cinema Period and historical Action and adventure Philip French guardian.co.uk
Continue reading …Gransnet, a social networking site for Britain’s 14m grandparents, aims to counter deeply ingrained ageism Back in 1965, the chief executive of Elizabeth Arden wrote in Forbes magazine: “We don’t want to be connected with older women.” Not much has changed. Today there are more than 20 million Britons over 50; yet, despite our numbers, we can be forgiven for feeling that we are ever so slightly embarrassing. The ageing population is almost never out of the news, but the fact that we’re all living longer, which really ought to be a good thing, is always seen as a problem. The country can’t afford the pension bills or the social care. We’re threatening the social fabric with our healthcare costs and our housing wealth. David Willetts, minister for universities and science, has written a book, The Pinch , claiming the over-50 baby boomers have stolen our children’s future. Two bright young journalists, Ed Howker and Shiv Malik, have written another book identifying themselves as the Jilted Generation . Thanks to greedy boomers and their incessant needs, we appear to be heading for intergenerational warfare. Last week Gransnet was launched as a social networking site for Britain’s 14m grandparents. It is the offspring of Mumsnet, which has, in its 11 years, given a voice to a group – parents – that was previously somewhat disenfranchised. We’re hoping that we may be able to do something similar for people in the second half of life. Yet it’s fair to say that when we approached advertising agencies before the launch, many of the young people we met looked at us blankly. Like, you mean, old people? There’s a paradox here. At the same time as older people are presented as a threat, they are also widely ignored. That older women feel invisible is a common complaint, of course, in a society where a bit of cellulite on a celebrity thigh is cause for scandalised newspaper articles, and in which Miriam O’Reilly was advised to get Botox before being removed from her job as a television presenter. But men also suffer from a similar sense of vertigo, especially once they have retired. Between the ages of 50 and old age, who are we? What’s our purpose? It appears we’re not even wanted as consumers. We can feel as though we exist in a kind of identity void. After 50, you join a group that might as well be on another planet when it comes to marketing. Advertisers think in demographic blocs of 18-49, or, at a push, 25-54. It’s as if there is no adulthood beyond that. This is very short-sighted because, by 2030, over-65s are going to account for a quarter of the consumer market in Britain. Presumably the assumption is that we’ll only be interested in buying insurance and cruises – and they all have the same advert anyway. It’s that picture of a silver-haired couple walking along a beach. It will need to be a very long beach. One-fifth of Britons alive today can expect to see 100. Increasing longevity and improved healthcare mean that many people over 50 are fit and capable. And they are confidently looking forward to all those spare years and wondering what to do with them. We hear an awful lot about the ageing population, but the real story is that there’s an explosion of people in late middle age. We mid-lifers have very few roadmaps through the new phase that has opened up. All the assumptions about life courses were made for a different time, when childhood was followed by adulthood, retirement and, then, in fairly short order, decline and death. In the 20th century, as lifespans began to increase, the “golden years” were invented – a time for the golf course, for that beach so beloved of advertisers and, er, that’s it. In the 21st century, that looks rather boring and, frankly, a bit infantilising. It may be that many mid-lifers will continue to leave 9-5 jobs in big companies (to “make way” for younger people, who are, not entirely coincidentally, cheaper), but that doesn’t mean we don’t want to go on working or volunteering or being involved with our families. We still want to be a part of things. One in three working mothers relies on grandparents for childcare; in practice, grans and grandads are crucial to the smooth running of busy families. Some of us are also founder members of what has been called the club-sandwich generation caring for elderly relatives. Our lives can be complicated. Mumsnet has demonstrated that if you are overloaded the best place to get advice, information and support is from other people in a similar situation. We hope that this will also be true for Gransnet; in the process, we may even find that we are not a homogeneous horde, but as diverse as any other group. On the first day on Gransnet, people were posting about growing basil outside in England, their daughters-in-law, swearing (annoying or not?), political militancy, grandparents’ rights when families break up, and a lot of other things. The age group turns out to be as diverse in its preoccupations as any other. As it happens, 10% of grandparents in the UK are under 50 and half are under-65. But age is one of the least useful ways of segmenting people; identity and interests are far more important, for older people as much as for the younger ones whom advertisers assiduously segment into tribes. As someone has said, “once you’ve seen one 80-year-old, you’ve seen one 80-year-old”. A number of people, looking at Mumsnet’s track record in influencing the political agenda, have asked me what I think our first campaign will be on Gransnet. That depends on what the members care about and what emerges from the forums – it’s not my decision. What is clear, however, is that because mid-life has never existed as a stage before in quite the way it does now, we lack rituals and established routes through it, which can be unnerving, although also exhilarating. As the US writer Marc Freedman has argued in his new book Shift , we need gap years for grown-ups and more backing for mid-life entrepreneurs (who have a great track record of establishing successful businesses) as well as internships to help older people make the transition from one stage of life to another. Freedman has gone some way towards this by setting up internships for executives from Silicon Valley to move into third-sector organisations when they retire. Until all that happens, mid-lifers will continue to suffer from prejudice. Ageism is so deeply ingrained that most of the time we don’t even notice it. The words “young” and “old” are often used simply to denote good and bad – think of “sunset industries” and “young cities” and “ageing infrastructure”. It is acceptable to speak of old people in a way that would be unthinkable about race or disability. The actor Harriet Walter, who curated an exhibition of photographs of women aged from 48 to 97 last year, marvels at this obsession with newness. “We are terribly dismissive of experience. Everything has to be the latest,” she says. “I am in the business of human wisdom: I speak words written 400 years ago which cannot be improved upon. But there is scant respect for wisdom nowadays.” Ageism fuels the idea that older generations can’t or won’t learn to use technology. I’ve lost count of the number of people who have asked me whether enough grandparents are online to warrant a social networking forum all of their own. Of course, it’s true that many of the digitally excluded are old. That’s a serious problem and I don’t want to minimise it. But not all older people are digitally excluded and, in fact, those over-65s who are online spend on average 42 hours a month on the web, more than any other group. And the over-50s are the fastest-growing group for internet usage. So, we live in exciting times. We are in the middle of two social revolutions, one to do with longevity, the other with technology. I don’t think it’s too much to hope that we can make them join up. www.gransnet.com Social networking Family Advertising Parents and parenting Ageing Population Geraldine Bedell guardian.co.uk
Continue reading …The stars will be centre stage at the Cannes film festival, even if parenthood keeps them from taking place of honour on the red carpet A film festival requires its talented “golden couple” almost as much as its long red carpet – and at Cannes the prospect of a pair of glamorous homegrown lovers is especially tantalising. So whether the sun shines on the Côte d’Azur or not, hopes are high for an appearance from the Oscar-winning Marion Cotillard and her partner, the acclaimed writer, director and actor Guillaume Canet. Cotillard has been invited as one of the stars of the film that will open the festival, Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris . Taking the role of the “muse” in Allen’s celebration of the city and its myths , she will feature alongside France’s first lady, Carla Bruni, and the Hollywood A-listers Owen Wilson and Rachel McAdams. Cotillard, who first came to international attention four years ago as Edith Piaf in La Vie en Rose , sent Batman fans across the world into a spin with the announcement that she is to appear opposite Christian Bale in director Christopher Nolan’s next comic strip outing, The Dark Knight Rises . Nolan, who worked with Cotillard on Inception , claims she will be playing a Bruce Wayne employee called Miranda Tate, but there is a growing suspicion that this might not be the whole truth. “My role is a secret, as is the whole project,” Cotillard has said. What is clear, however, is that later this year the 35-year-old actress from Orléans will follow up her acclaimed screen performance as a sexually polymorphous tease in Canet’s latest hit, Little White Lies , with an English-language role in Steven Soderbergh’s new thriller Contagion , in which she will star with Kate Winslet and Matt Damon. Hot duo they may be, but there is a strong chance that Cotillard and Canet’s admirers will be disappointed when they gather along the Croisette for the Allen premiere, because the couple are involved in another pressing joint production: the arrival of their first child. Last week, in the pristine pages of Madame Figaro , Cotillard described being pregnant as “perfect happiness”. Even the occasionally maudlin Canet, 38, has admitted that he is “really ready to be a dad”. Apart from his burgeoning reputation as a director and screenwriter, he can be seen in British cinemas in Farewell , a cold war thriller based on the true story of a KGB spy who leaked information to the west. Later this spring he is to appear again, this time as the long-lost flame of Keira Knightley in a romantic set piece called Last Night . As bright young stars, Canet and Cotillard now seem to be shining at full beam. Cotillard is already talked of with awe by the established names of the film-making elite. Leonardo DiCaprio, her co-star in Inception , has dubbed her “one of the greats”, while Nicole Kidman, a fellow cast member in Rob Marshall’s Fellini update, Nine , has noted her “fairy quality”. For the film writer David Thomson, Cotillard’s eyes, “always on the point of weeping”, suggest that “nearly everything she can think of is tinged with grief or regret”. Canet, in turn, is now regarded as a great hope for the commercial future of French cinema ( Little White Lies sold 5.5 million tickets in France). The director grew up in the countryside beyond Paris and his parents, who were horse breeders, divorced when he was young. As a discontented teenager he went off to join a circus for a year before eventually studying acting in Paris. His directorial debut, Mon Idole , was a comic study of the entertainment business, while his appearance in the English-language film version of Alex Garland’s The Beach earned him an international profile. In 2003, he made the dry romantic comedy Love Me If You Dare , in which he starred with Cotillard. And then came the big hit: his sharp and stylish thriller Tell No
Continue reading …Cut-price housing for locals aims to revive a dying community in Italy near a haven for Hollywood stars An idyllic fishing village tucked away on the Italian Riviera just over a mile from the celebrity hang-out of Portofino is offering stone cottages with sea views for rent from €30 a month in a desperate bid to bring back local families as the rural population dies out. The empty homes in San Fruttuoso, which are being dubbed the “world’s most beautiful council houses”, will be redecorated and handed over later this year as the full-time population of the once thriving village dips from around 100 in the last century to just five. “This is a unique case of a beauty spot that is known around the world gradually emptying,” said Giovanni Boitano, the regional housing assessor who is vetting locals to fill the 11 new apartments. Hidden in protected woodland and connected only by footpaths to the outside world, San Fruttuoso amounts to a cluster of houses and a disused 10th-century Benedictine abbey that give on to a beach and transparent waters where fishermen have cast their nets for centuries. Just over the headland sits bustling Portofino, a haven for Hollywood stars since Richard Burton proposed to Elizabeth Taylor in a local restaurant. In the town where Dolce and Gabbana host Madonna at its villa, small apartments in old fishermen’s houses are snapped up for around €1.5m. In San Fruttuoso, where inhabitants must go by boat to reach nearby towns – or take an hour’s walk through chestnut trees and ancient olive groves when rough seas stop sailings – it is a different story. Visiting celebrities rarely stay longer than the time it takes for a leisurely lunch in the harbour, while locals have kept up a steady exodus for years. In the 1980s, a teacher who arrived by boat from nearby Camogli to teach classes in the abbey’s tower stopped coming as the population dwindled. In 1994 politicians stopped showing up to set up voting booths at elections. “The place is all yours in the winter, although you share it with torrential rain and fog and not everyone likes it,” said Giuseppina Repetto, 68, whose husband’s family has run a restaurant in the summer for generations. “In the summer it is like a film,” said Mario Scevola, 65, one of the five full-time residents left. “But in winter, if the boats can’t make it, you need to get in the supplies, you can’t get a doctor and we play a lot of cards.” Alessandro Capretti, who is restoring the abbey, said: “When the last tourist boat leaves, the village returns to how it was when the monks were here. There is a kind of mystical silence.” Repetto was less convinced. “The community spirit we once had has long gone,” she said. Apart from the restoration of the houses abandoned in the 1970s, spaces for two new restaurants, a bed and breakfast, a small museum and an olive oil mill are being opened to boost job prospects. Only local residents qualify for the cut-price housing, and no millionaires would be let in, said Boitano. “You need to be on less than €30,000 a year to get an apartment, and anyone caught sub-letting will immediately be ejected,” he said. The plan is just one of many being put into action up and down Italy as stunning but often remote villages are slowly abandoned by young Italians moving to the cities. Immigrants landing on the island of Lampedusa are being invited to take up a trade in the Calabrian town of Riace, while other villages are turned into tourist destinations or wired for high-speed internet to attract artists. “I remember the beach here packed with 20 fishing boats, including my father’s, when I was a child,” recalled Scevola. “I can’t wait to see life starting to be lived again here.” Italy Housing Europe Elizabeth Taylor Communities Tom Kington guardian.co.uk
Continue reading …The teenage stars of Attack the Block, a new sci-fi movie by Joe Cornish being praised for its authentic depiction of youth culture on a London estate, talk slang, crime and modern policing I’m surrounded by chanting teenagers. Five of them, eyeballing me and repeating: “Blood, blood, blood.” “Cuz, cuz, cuz.” “Trust, trust, trust.” It’s quite unnerving, a bit Lord of the Flies . “Bruv, bruv, bruv.” “Oi, oi, oi.” “Y’get me? Y’get me? Y’get me?” They stop, point made. “See?” says one of them. “You see how it can be overplayed?” They are the young stars of Attack the Block , a new sci-fi film directed by Joe Cornish that pits a gang of south London estate kids against gorilla-like aliens that invade their tower block. Cornish’s film, out on 11 May, is part monster flick, part study of youth culture and it’s very good. Today, sitting around a hotel lounge in central London, the young actors are doing impressions of other recent “hood culture” films, films that have made a pantomime of street patois through overuse, with a “blood” or a “bruv” or a “cuz” inserted into every sentence in a bid for currency. “The colloquial language ,” says Franz Drameh, mocking the term, “but pushed way too much. You watch these films and think, OK, it’s cool, we get it… blood .” The other four snicker. Close friends after months together filming last year, they do a lot of snickering. Attack the Block won the audience award at the SXSW festival in Texas in March, and elsewhere early reviews have been equally positive, largely due to the collective charisma of these five unusual leads, their believability as 15- and 16-year-old London miscreants. If, like me, you’ve come to dread the depiction of “yooves” on screen (dubious about Noel Clarke’s overwrought Kidulthood kids, all those suspiciously Rada-ish hoodlums from episodes of Casualty and The Bill ) then Cornish’s film should come as a great relief. Its stars give hugely credible performances, drawing on their own lives in inner-city London. Slang is ever-present in the dialogue but never cringeing. And the five don’t dress like post-apocalyptic bikers or whatever it is a far-removed costume designer has decided estate kids wear. They dress like estate kids. The film is set entirely on a walkways-and-corridors estate in Lambeth, south London, and begins with a slow pan over Oval tube station (surely a first: no Woody Allen-ish establishing shots of the Gherkin or the Eye here). The actors were encouraged to veto clothes or phrases they deemed too inauthentic for the setting. They tell a story, overlapping each other: “What was that word they wanted us to use? Leek? Eek? I think it was eek. It was meant to mean a snitch. Someone didn’t write it down properly when they researched it.” So “eek” was scrubbed from the script, and “leek” too, for good measure. Franz Drameh, the chattiest and the most polite, is 18 and has acted before (he was in Hereafter with Matt Damon last year). Three others are newcomers, plucked from school workshops and drama groups around London. Leeon Jones is 17, the shyest. Simon Howard, 18, displays a verve to match his great fan of hair, and the most disarming way with his diction (“liked” is “lacked”, “mountains” are “mountings”). Alex Esmail, long haired and 17, sits apart a bit and doesn’t smile much. Then there’s John Boyega, the eldest at 19, the leader of the gang on screen and, from what I can tell, in real life as well. He waits for the others to finish speaking before he does and at one point silences the room completely by referring to Malcolm Gladwell in the middle of a discussion about action figures. It takes five minutes for the group to settle, at first, after a spell trying to open Coke bottles with their belt buckles. (“Man,” says Drameh, “that’s stressful.”) A scene of near hysteria descends, after they’ve been talking about a shared love of manga cartoons and computer games, when I float a question: which would they prefer – an Attack the Block computer game being made or Attack the Block manga? “Woah! Computer game.” “Computer game, straight up.” “I’m gonna get my computer game.” In the excitement, one of them starts to sing in a high falsetto voice. Attack the Block ‘s director, Joe Cornish, is one half of Adam and Joe, the irreverent comics and spoof experts, hosts of a popular radio show on BBC 6 Music. Cornish’s stock in trade is satirical observation, and though Attack the Block is not an outright comedy he uses his good eye and ear to record and film some deliciously plausible reactions by a bunch of careless teens to alien invasion. Running out of credit on a mobile is almost as major a concern as being eaten by a gorilla-like monster. When things get really tough, the boys’ instinct is to lock themselves up for a calming session on the Xbox. “When you watch so-called hood-related stuff,” says Howard, “you always know what it’s going to be. Gangs beefing gangs. Someone gets robbed, someone gets beaten up. Happy days. Attack the Block is different.” It is different – all those aliens, for a start, and a great sense of genre affection that gives it a fond, reference-sprinkled Shaun of the Dead feel. ( Shaun ‘s Nick Frost has a supporting role and Edgar Wright produces, too.) The concept of “inner city versus outer space” came to Cornish when he was mugged, seven years ago. He wondered: what would happen if aliens landed now ? His film starts with a mugging, the gang threatening a female neighbour with a knife and taking her jewellery. It happens matter of factly, part of an evening’s activity for the boys, and it gives the following story a very unusual flavour. Once aliens invade, the boys become our heroes, but they’re quite unrepentant about the earlier crime, and often quite unlikable. Compare with another alien encounter film. Shortly after the release of ET , Steven Spielberg suggested, sweetly, that the kids he’d portrayed were pretty clued up. His young characters were ready to cope with extraterrestrial confrontation because they’d spent hours watching TV serials and playing Space Invaders. “The years of childhood have been subject to a kind of inflation,” said Spielberg, in open wonder that the youth of today – this was 1982 – were so wise and cynical. Oh, to watch Attack the Block with him. The Block kids do not meet extraterrestrial encounter with a charm offensive, a la ET , offering treats from the chocolate cupboard and a Sesame Street marathon. Instead, they kill the first arrival with a baseball bat because it has shown them disrespect. They do not speak in terms of cooing wonder. Instead: “What is that, cuz?” “That’s a alien!” “We crazy kicked that.” They drag the corpse away to stash it, in case there’s money to be made by selling it. Cornish makes a particularly close study of the clash between the gang (bored, riled, with confused ideas about territory) and a middle-class nurse, Sam, played by Jodie Whittaker. She is the neighbour they mug in the opening scene and afterwards she reports them to the police. Even when the sci-fi action kicks in, and the group are thrown together as comrades, neither Sam nor the gang is able to forgive the other over the mugging. To the boys, Sam snitching to the police was as bad as pulling out a knife. It’s a subplot that gives the film great strength and grounds it in reality even as the surface action (fireworks used as missiles, Super Soakers turned into flamethrowers) gets sillier. I ask if the boys have ever been involved in a mugging. Friends have, says Howard. “There’s a difference between living somewhere,” says Boyega, “and being part of somewhere. There’s loads going on in Peckham [where he lives] that I’m not involved in because I’m doing my other thing. But I still know the world, what goes
Continue reading …Ten celebrated thinkers offer their thoughts on Britain’s relationship with its intelligentsia Alain de Botton, philosopher ‘Most influential intellectuals are now employed by the state’ A public intellectual is someone whose reasoned ideas have an impact on a broad swath of society. This has been disproportionately interpreted as meaning a poet or a writer – the logical conclusion then being that we don’t have very many public intellectuals and the ones we do have are no good or not as good or as flamboyant as those of the French. My feeling is that the term “public intellectual” should be stretched to include those whose ideas help to determine what goes on in the broad swath of national life, not just poetry or the essay, but in education, housing, health, transport, architecture and so on. Most of the really influential public intellectuals are now employed by the state and we’ve never heard of them. They don’t generally have a public profile, but they have a public impact – I think that’s where the confusion often comes in. We think we have no public intellectuals because we don’t have Bernard-Henri Lévy. But BHL doesn’t make anything happen; he just writes books that appeal to, at the very best, 20,000 of his country
Continue reading …Family of Mark Blanco say they may seek to prosecute the rock star and two of his friends if the police do not press charges The family of a man who died after falling from a balcony shortly after an altercation with ex-Libertines singer Pete Doherty and two of the star’s friends say they will seek a private prosecution if police fail to bring charges over the incident in December 2006. Scotland Yard has requested a private meeting with Mark Blanco’s family this week at the Old Bailey. Officers are expected to tell his mother, Sheila, whether they believe that their investigations will yield any prosecutions. CCTV images showed Doherty stepping over the body of the 30-year-old shortly after he fell to his death. Blanco had been at a party with Doherty at the Whitechapel flat of Paul Roundhill, a figure on the east London alternative arts scene who supplied the Babyshambles frontman with drugs. A part-time actor who was staging Dario Fo’s Accidental Death of an Anarchist , Blanco had visited the flat to invite Doherty to see a performance of the play. But he left following a confrontation with Roundhill, Doherty and the star’s minder, Johnny “Headlock” Jeannevol. Shortly afterwards he was found dead on the ground outside, having fallen from a first-floor balcony outside Roundhill’s flat. After leaving the scene, Doherty and his friends smashed up a hotel room in Clerkenwell, London. Blanco’s family insist that his death was an unlawful killing. Celebrities including comedian Jimmy Carr and magician Jerry Sadowitz have spearheaded fundraising campaigns to establish the cause of Blanco’s death as the family has become increasingly frustrated with police inquiries. Scotland Yard initially believed that Blanco had jumped to his death. However, at the inquest, the coroner, Dr
Continue reading …Family of Mark Blanco say they may seek to prosecute the rock star and two of his friends if the police do not press charges The family of a man who died after falling from a balcony shortly after an altercation with ex-Libertines singer Pete Doherty and two of the star’s friends say they will seek a private prosecution if police fail to bring charges over the incident in December 2006. Scotland Yard has requested a private meeting with Mark Blanco’s family this week at the Old Bailey. Officers are expected to tell his mother, Sheila, whether they believe that their investigations will yield any prosecutions. CCTV images showed Doherty stepping over the body of the 30-year-old shortly after he fell to his death. Blanco had been at a party with Doherty at the Whitechapel flat of Paul Roundhill, a figure on the east London alternative arts scene who supplied the Babyshambles frontman with drugs. A part-time actor who was staging Dario Fo’s Accidental Death of an Anarchist , Blanco had visited the flat to invite Doherty to see a performance of the play. But he left following a confrontation with Roundhill, Doherty and the star’s minder, Johnny “Headlock” Jeannevol. Shortly afterwards he was found dead on the ground outside, having fallen from a first-floor balcony outside Roundhill’s flat. After leaving the scene, Doherty and his friends smashed up a hotel room in Clerkenwell, London. Blanco’s family insist that his death was an unlawful killing. Celebrities including comedian Jimmy Carr and magician Jerry Sadowitz have spearheaded fundraising campaigns to establish the cause of Blanco’s death as the family has become increasingly frustrated with police inquiries. Scotland Yard initially believed that Blanco had jumped to his death. However, at the inquest, the coroner, Dr
Continue reading …Jack Layton’s New Democrats have come from nowhere to challenge the ruling Conservatives There is a buzz, even in the rainswept air along Danforth Avenue, as lunchtime
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