Honorary Proletarian

Deluges | Jan 17th 2008

Oxford’s on flood alert again - some areas near the city have actually been flooded and walls of sandbags are going up on the Botley Road.  The Environment Agency advises us not to panic, but the river channel across the road from my flat is at full capacity; and besides, no-one in Britain is going to trust the Environment Agency after last summer.

I really don’t see the point of the Environment Agency.  They refuse to build effective flood defences because (they say) they’re too expensive, and they insist that de-silting river channels is unnecessary.  Every time it rains heavily the Thames turns brown with all the mud and other things washed down from the Cotswolds.  This sinks to the bottom of the channel and builds up the bed, thus reducing the capacity of the channel and increasing the likelihood of a flood.  It’s so simple you’d think even an expert could understand it - but apparently not.  So what does the Environment Agency actually do?  Apart, that is, from turning up whenever something bad happens and shouting “Don’t panic, Captain Mainwaring”?

In other news, a superabundance of a different kind looks likely to come to Parliament.  Today’s papers report that an independent review body has recommended above-inflation pay rises for MPs for the next three years.  The hypocrisy of this, when Gordon Brown is trying his utmost to limit public-sector pay rises to 2%, effectively a pay cut, is staggering.  There’s not much sign of pay restraint in the corridors of power.

MPs are already paid more than £60,000 a year as basic salary, and on average claim nearly twice this in expenses.  Now for an active MP the expenses at least are actually necessary - paying several caseworkers, sending out thousands of letters a month etc. is very expensive.  Even some MPs who I otherwise vehemently disagree with are scrupulously honest to the point of annoying their Westminster colleagues, and must be acknowledged to spend literally every penny on representation and campaigning.  But the controls over MPs’ spending are often more honoured in the bnreach than the observance, and they didn’t prevent Iain Duncan Smith, for example, from paying a big wodge to his wife.  Jobs for the boys (and girls) anyone?  Get a job as a Tory Parliamentary bag-carrier.  The Labour equivalents are, generally speaking, not so well-paid, and I sometimes think what they need is a couple of good shop stewards and a short period of carefully targetted industrial action…!

P.S.  How’s this for a shameless bit of capitalist propaganda masquerading as “news” on the MSN email sign-out page?  Isn’t capitalism great, equal opportunities for all, everyone who works really hard becomes a multi-millionaire!  Remember, it could be you…but it won’t be.


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8 Comments »

  1. I live in a flat on a hill so I’ll be alright when the flood waters rise.

    I’d advise the rest of Oxford to invest in some sandbags.

    Comment by Duncan Money — January 17, 2008 @ 3:02 pm

  2. As this is about Oxford and I couldn’t find anywhere else to post a comment on the last entry, I’d just like to say that I lived for a year in South Hinksey (ca 1972) and I couldn’t find anyone to have sex with either so I know how your correspondent feels. However it did at the time have two pubs. One run by a git who enjoyed barring people and was hated by most of the villagers; the other a pleasant and welcoming place with three bars selling Morrell’s ales (now defunct, I believe) with games of darts, bar billiards and Aunt Sally. Probably now either a disco or gastro pub or yuppie flats. As you like a Latin tag, all I have to add is ‘tempora mutandur and nos in illis’.

    BTW, at around the same time, there was a Posadist at Ruskin who, when Nixon upped the Vietnam war by mining the port of Haiphong in North Vietnam, proposed a motion to the JCR calling for the USSR and China to launch a pre-emnptive nuclear strike on the USA. Apparently this was earnestly debated at some length, before, happily for the inhabitants of the planet, being rejected.

    Comment by Bruce — January 20, 2008 @ 5:01 pm

  3. Oops… that should read ‘last entry on your old blog’.

    Comment by Bruce — January 20, 2008 @ 5:01 pm

  4. And it should read ‘mutantur’ as well.

    Comment by Bruce — January 20, 2008 @ 5:03 pm

  5. Thanks Bruce! There’s still quite a pleasant old pub called the General Elliot (no idea who he was) near the path that goes across the railway line into Hinksey Park. Dunno whioch of the two you mentioned that is; if it had an unpleasant landlord then, it must have changed since.

    All the best, Mike :-)

    Comment by Mike — January 21, 2008 @ 5:34 pm

  6. Oh by the way, I love the idea of Ruskin SU debating Armageddon…I bet the vote would still be quite close. Some things don’t change much!

    Comment by Mike — January 21, 2008 @ 5:35 pm

  7. General Elliot sounds familiar but can’t remember which it was either. The unpleasant landlord was at the pub with a big garden on the right hand side as you come across the fields from Abingdon Road. The other one was in the middle of the village.

    Comment by Bruce — January 23, 2008 @ 4:28 pm

  8. The former is the General Elliot. Sounds like it’s changed for the better!

    Comment by Mike — January 23, 2008 @ 5:14 pm

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