The New Breed of Entrepreneur!

WE have a few victims of life knocking about Swansea city centre doorways, this may well have something to do with the council’s politics of concrete, after all they did insist on stone slabs instead of floral splendour at what was once the Castle Gardens.

Comfy respite for our noble road dwellers was out then.

Talking of which, the other day, whilst drinking some froth on a city centre pavement, I was accosted by a young girl asking for money.

There was a desperation in her surly eyes that demanded some Lib Dem charity, so I gave her a few quid knowing it would probably go on a can of Special Brew — those were the days.

Well, a few minutes later I saw her running into William Hill’s!

Now that’s what I call Welsh entrepreneurial spirit for you!

Julian Ruck – Editor

Veggies beat fatties hands down!

The other day I entered a vegetarian emporium for something to eat, and I have to say it really was quite an experience.

The first thing I noticed was the long queue of people waiting to be served up all kinds of vegetarian grub. Pasta bakes, lasagne (without the beef of course), cheese pie etc etc. Anyway, there seemed to be an awful lot of pensioners in the queue – and before anyone starts I’m not being ‘ageist’, in fact I’m not far off bus pass status myself!

Now, where was I? Oh yes, vegetarian oldies. You know, I couldn’t help but observe how much these good people were putting on their plates – the salad, rice and bean bar was a free for all. Well, frankly I’ve never seen anything like it. One lady pinched every tomato and bit of cucumber from the salad bowl to go with her portions of lasagne and chees pie, while her side-kick lumped on three portions of pasta bake and enough rice to keep an Indian restaurant going on a boys’ Friday night out!

My first conclusion was that these folk must have been stocking up for the week ahead, what with food banks and the cost of living etc. I even began to feel sorry for them. Not so. As I walked out, I noticed that these two particular ladies had scoffed everything on their plates and were about to go up for a desert!

But here’s the thing. Everyone in that restaurant was slim. There wasn’t a straining belt or piece of stretched lycra arse in sight. So it seems to me, that veggies are doing something right and maybe we could all learn a thing or two from ‘em.

As for me, I came home and bunged an Aberdeen Angus rib eye steak straight under the grill to make up for the mouthfuls of bean burger sawdust the missus had forced me to eat in the Veggie emporium.

Never again!

Julian Ruck – Editor

Gay Brighton and KY Jelly!

I just have to tell you about a trip I recently made to Brighton, on some book signing thing.

Driving has never been a favourite pass-time of mine, so when it comes to long distances I usually press gang a pal of mine into doing the motoring. He owes me some money and as he’s skint most of the time, it’s services rendered or nowt – at least I don’t charge him 1000% interest, before all you Guardian readers start jumping up and down, besides true friendship is nothing more than licensed abuse anyway.

Now, Brummie Colin is a ladies man or at least the middle aged Boy Band sort, if you get my drift. Hair falling out, shirt out and still believing that a 21 year old nubile beauty is going to fancy him. Me now, I’m a realist. The last woman who made a pass at me was in her eighties and firmly imbedded in an invalid scooter, so I know my place.

Anyway, I might not have been paying him wages but I still had to fork up for all expenses. Being the mean sort, I’d booked us into a B&B for the night (actually, these days B&B’s are more like plush hotels, £150 a night some of them!).

Brummie Colin of course couldn’t resist the bright lights of Brighton, while I could. So that evening off he went ‘on the pull’ while I stayed in the room and read myself to sleep.

The following morning he appeared at the breakfast table, slightly the worse for wear but as always beaming his infectious Black Country smile. After he had sat down he said, ‘ funny shampoo they’ve got here, Julian. Couldn’t get any lather at all. It’s left my hair all greasy. I mean look at it, won’t be using that stuff again.’

I stared at my friend and wondered if I had heard him correctly. ‘Was it one of those blue sachets?’ I asked, trying not to laugh.

‘Yes, I think so. Why?

‘Because they contain KY Jelly, you fool. You’re in Brighton, the Gay capital of the UK, for God’s sake!’

He shouldn’t have gone out ‘on the pull’ with his shirt hanging out either!

It’s all true too.

Julian Ruck – Editor


‘Selfies’ or vainglorious urgency?

I don’t know about you, but the thought of staring at myself all day long or worse still my dogs -they’re more intolerant than me for heaven’s sake! – fills me with utter dread. Why people want to take thousands of offensively egocentric and ‘look at me, I’m the best thing since a shag on Mt. Olympus’ photos of themselves (or ‘selfies’ to use modern parlance) all the time is utterly beyond me.

More to the point, all these selfie merchants seem to honestly believe that people are actually interested in viewing their fatuous grins and vacuous, insecure hopelessness!

Is this what we have come to? Self, self and more self?

Internet tyranny and manic FOMO (ie fear of missing out) has a lot to answer for, thankfully I have known another time, a pre- internet time and believe me the world wasn’t so bad and neither was I addicted to photographing my surly chops every second of the day.

Besides, the missus wouldn’t allow it!

Julian Ruck – Editor

Are Women Unhinged?

Now and again I gird my loins and tune in to R4’s Woman’s Hour, if only to remind myself that I’m still a man, no matter what the feminists say.

The presenter Jenni Murray’s voice, with its explosions of treacle coated ‘empathy’ and ‘self-esteem’, never fail to make me want to dive for cover but there we are, that’s part of the fun of listening to Woman’s Hour.

As the title of the programme suggests, Woman’s Hour is all about women – well, I could do a daily piece about women, couldn’t I just! Four engagements (and not one ring ever thrown back at me even in temper, too damned smart the female of the species!),two marriages, one divorce and like most men I keep going back for more if only to try and find out where I went wrong in the first place – women always being right about these things, as we all well know.

Anyway, in my twilight years as it were, actually make that mature years I ‘aint’t an old ‘un yet, I have learnt to adopt one fundamental premise – all women are unhinged.

Lovely, capable, strong and virtuous they may be but still basically unhinged, so we men really have nothing to worry about.

And here’s the thing about dogs. My two never answer back, always do as they are told, easy to feed and water, and sure as hell don’t need £60 every couple of weeks for a haircut!

So then, what with Woman’s Hour and £60 haircuts, not to mention of course the ‘Who’s the Boss around here’ syndrome, we men just can’t help loving ‘em.

Women are all unhinged…….?

It’s probably we men!

Julian Ruck – Editor

Why the BBC should be subjected to serious reform?

According to various official bodies, 204,003 people were prosecuted or fined in 2014 for TV licence offence (4,905 people in Northern Ireland, 12,536 in Wales and 173,044 in England, 13,486 cases disposed of via an out of court fine in Scotland and 32 prosecuted via the courts.) Putting these numbers in perspective, it would appear Wales is the country with the most prosecution per capita. It’s also worth noting that 9 out of 10 areas with the most suspected TV licence evaders are in England, whereas 9 out of 10 areas with the least prosecution are in Scotland.

One thing is clear: over 70% of caught TV licence evaders are female. The BBC assures us that women are not deliberately targeted. But as TV Licence officers will take a statement from any responsible person living at an address without a valid TV licence, therefore, the logical explanation for the gender disparity is quite simple: women are a) more likely to be at home, taking care of children for example b) more trusting and willing to open the door when a cold caller comes and c) more willing to correct their situation when prompted.

Even if the majority of convictions are pronounced in the absence of any defendant, an astonishing number of the prosecutions that are commenced by the BBC do not result in conviction. Freedom of Information Requests show that 1,188 people were wrongly prosecuted of committing a TV licence offence in Wales last year. This means a failure rate of 9.4%. In England, 12.4% of cases were either dropped or withdrawn by the BBC, or people were not found guilty. More worryingly, over 1 in 4 cases failed in Northern Ireland last year. These numbers of ‘unsuccessful’ prosecutions lends weight to the view that cases are initiated on a speculative basis where it is hoped by the BBC that people will plead guilty or won’t contest the prosecution. This surely is a scandalous abuse of the courts’ process by the BBC.

The maximum fine for TV licence offence is £1,000. The actual amount awarded should represent between 25% and 125% of the evader’s weekly income. I guess one needs to be a premier league player to be fined £1,000.

The average fine is therefore relatively low, hovering between £70 (Jersey) and £170 (England and Wales). But, considering that less than 35% of TV licence fines are actually recovered, it would appear that prosecuting people is a long way away from being a profitable business.

TV licence evasion is not punishable by a period of imprisonment per se. It’s only when convicted evaders refuse to pay the fine they were ordered to pay, or are incapable of paying it, that a period of imprisonment may be imposed as a “last resort”. This, however, is an all-round lose/lose situation: the BBC gains nothing in the way of monies and it costs the tax payer an average of £95 per day to keep one person behind bars. This estimate is based on a disclosure from the Ministry of Justice that it costs £34,766 per annum to house a UK prisoner. The length of stay is decided by the amount owed. For example, a debt not exceeding £200 could secure a 7 day stint in prison, whereas a debt not exceeding £1,000 secure up to a 28 days stay.

Considering that 39 people were given an average of 20 days for fine default in relation to TV licence offences in England and Wales in 2014, each stay is likely to have cost tax payers close to £2,000, bringing the combined total to an eye watering £74,000. The situation in Northern Ireland, at least up to 2012, was even more appalling with over 200 imprisonments each year. A Judicial Review led to a temporary suspension of fine defaulters being sent to prison, putting a stop to the unsustainable practice of giving jail time for non-payment of outstanding fines of as little as £5. Now, fine default warrants are apparently only being issued if the defendant is already in prison serving a sentence or if he or she lives outside the jurisdiction. Only one person was sent to jail, for 7 days, in 2014. Thankfully, there were no custodial sentences imposed during the last five years in Scotland and Jersey, which shows a great dose of common sense and progressive thinking.

The British parliament proposed decriminalising the offence once and for all, but unfortunately the proposition was turned down by a House of Lords vote by 178 to 175 in February 2015. This is curious because the Lords actually recommended the offence be decriminalised in their 2005/2006 BBC Charter renewal paper.

Studies have shown that the perceived likelihood of being caught, rather than the formulation of the law itself has the best deterrent effect. Therefore, the act of changing the TV licence offence from a criminal one to a civil infraction should not increase the evasion rate by itself. Behavioural research conducted for the BBC found that if the TV licence was decriminalized and the £1,000 fine was replaced by a a civil penalty of over £300 was set, evasion rates would stay at the current 5%. This is amazing news, but what the BBC and the current government want is a 0% evasion, as, deep down, they firmly believe that everyone saying they don’t tune in to the BBC each week is a liar. And this is why they believe a household levy, (i.e. a flat tax forcing everyone to pay for the BBC regardless if they own a TV) would be fairer than the current flat tax that only applies to those who watch live TV. But what they forget, is, short of being a totalitarian state, TV licence evasion is unavoidable.

A large portion or Europe, Asia and Africa fund their public broadcasters with a TV licence, in one form or another. Prices in Europe go from £40 per year (Poland) and £255 (Norway). But funding a public broadcaster doesn’t have to be through a TV licence as many countries such as Canada and the United States never enforced a TV licence. Also, a substantial amount of countries abolished their TV licence. To name only few: Australia (1974), New Zealand (1999), Netherlands (2000), Belgium (2001), Iceland (2007) and Finland (2013).

The UK appears to be the only country, with Ireland, who thinks that non-payment of the licence fee should be a criminal matter. I think the question “How is this coercive funding method perceived by the rest of the world and how does it reflect on the BBC and the British society?” should be dwelled upon.

Other questions burning my lips includes “Has the BBC become a dogma where people should not be allowed to opt out of it?” and “Can’t we make good television using only money freely given?”

Since “making moving pictures” is clearly not a case justifying a coercive system, a petition, called “End the BBC Licence Fee”, has been created to give the public a voice on the future of the licence fee. It has already been signed by over 165,000 people and it was translated into Polish and in Malayalam. It was recently mentioned in the Daily Mail, as well as over 20 different local newspapers in England, Scotland and Northern Ireland.

The petition can be signed here

It’s important to raise awareness on this and to get the TV licence payers involved in the process, for the first time ever.

Caroline Levesque-Bartlett is a legal editor who summarises civil judgements for a Reuters owned publisher. She also teaches French part-time. Originally from Quebec, she now lives in the UK.


Naomi Klein, whales and me….?

A couple of months ago, I was invited to give some lectures on a cruise ship going up the St. Lawrence River and around Newfoundland. Apparently, we were also supposed to meet some whales along the way.

This pending encounter with raw nature immediately reminded me of a book I had just finished reading: Naomi Klein’s ‘This Changes Everything’, come to think of it, her ‘The Shock Doctrine’ is also worth a whirl if you really want to know all about international corporate skulduggery.

Now, I’m not and never have been an eco-warrior, but the whales and Klein’s book, which explores the most urgent question of our times ie the destruction of our environment, has made me think and seriously consider what we are doing to our planet and indeed to ourselves.

It has also made me observe that none of our political parties, including the Greens, appear to be highlighting the most urgent and deadly threat of all to humanity: Global warming.

If world governments do not do something comprehensively radical now, and I mean now, then global warming by 2100 will result in wholesale ecological disaster and if you think the Somerset floods caused an environmental problem or two, believe me they are not even an hors d’oeuvre. You can say goodbye to London for starters – mind you, this might not be a bad thing, it would give all these property speculators a kick in the arse if nothing else!

And my personal take on all this?

Mankind has been hell bent on destroying itself ever since Adam and Eve – and yes I know before all you secularists start, but frankly we don’t deserve the beauty of this planet, so bye bye and good riddance to the lot of us I say. The world will be a much better place without our toxic footprints.

Let’s face it, we are nothing more than a virulent disease.

Julian Ruck – Editor

‘Majestic rant about BBC Radio 4’s Woman’s Hour claiming Cinderella is sexist!’

TelegraghMen picked up my column (previously published SWW Media and below) thus their strapline above.

Can’t have the tyrannical Feminista getting their own way all the time now, can we?


Julian Ruck – Editor

The Taffy Taliban are arsoning aound again!

Fire lighters in their arse pockets, jerry cans of petrol strapped to their sturdy backs and dreams of arsonist Sauders Lewis’ resurrection, yes the Welsh language Taffy Taliban are up to their silly old tricks again!

Phone calls to my editor to advise that they are on their way to burn my house down –  that’s if they don’t set themselves alight before they ever get near it!

Silly Billies.

Julian Ruck – Editor

Dylan Thomas was a right, royal bastard!

The drums have been beating and the cymbals crashing, yes its 100 years since Dylan Thomas was born.

What we don’t hear much of, is the fact that in South Wales he was largely ignored at the time, as being too ‘English for the Welsh’. His voice didn’t explode with valley’s lilts, neither did it ooze the dulcet whines of inferiority complex.*

He threw whisky bottles and fags at Welsh Chapel hypocrisy, not to mention dropping his pants without as much as a by your leave, at any woman who just happened to be passing by, Bible thumper or not.

All good stuff in my book, the man lived and thus his ability to knock out a tidy poem or two.

A fan of the 1920’s writer Caradoc Evans, who believed that the foundations of the ‘Welsh way of life’, were prejudice, philistinism and sexual guilt*, Thomas even today, is still ignored by those ivory towered Welsh literary creationists in Welsh academia.

And why?

This sorry lot, prefer to excuse the extreme Welsh nationalist antics of those grand old arsonists and bombers, Saunders Lewis and John Jenkins.

Dylan? Don’t be silly, he wasn’t a Welsh speaker for starters, how much more do you need to know?

Thomas was a master of the written word and like any fine writer, he ignored the bleats of conventional tedium. A career sexist to his core Heaven forbid (feminists will be trying to erase Henry VIII from the history books next!), a drunk, an exploiter of friendship, but what the hell, he’s in good company when it comes to literary genius.

And as for the highbrow, self-serving neuroses of bookish Welsh academia.

Those who can’t, teach.

*I know how he felt!

Julian Ruck – Editor