The news has been full of the debate about 2½ billion coffee cups per annum, most of which cannot be recycled because the cardboard outers have thin plastic inners bonded to the outer that prevent recycling in all but a few very specialised recycling centres. This has no doubt become a topic of debate following China’s decision to cease taking our waste. Naturally, the demand is for government action and a 25 pence “latte levy” is proposed on coffee sales hopefully to have the same impact as the 5 pence levy on supermarket shopping bags.
I should admit to being a regular coffee drinker – probably three cups most days – always black, made with a spoonful of Nescafe and no milk or sugar. Never a very enthusiastic shopper, I rarely worry too much about brands and tend to take the cheapest one I can spot on the shelves but, with coffee, I have always looked for Nescafe and the reason is simple. Years ago, the lefties on Oxfordshire County Council and in the days when it was horribly hung, imposed an embargo on Nestles’ products for reasons I never entirely fathomed. I rather suspect the enterprising County Hall staff at the time retained a large non-Nestles’ coffee tin and regularly topped it up with Nescafe but I never said anything at the time and the silly embargo causes me still to select Nescafe 30 years later!
I do not share the obsession for all of the exotic forms of coffee that seem to be peddled today and which has gripped the imaginations of many members of the public. Which brings me to my main point. Whether on a train to London or simply walking on a busy street, there are vast numbers of people clutching a cardboard cup full of coffee. Now, I assume they have left their home to get to the station and catch their train to work or to go to work or the shops in town. Why on earth do they choose to pay several pounds for a product in a nasty cardboard cup when they could have prepared their own in a proper china cup or mug to drink in the comfort of their own home before leaving? I rather think the style gurus have worked their modern wonders of persuasion to make people believe they either have not got the time to enjoy a coffee in their own home or that they cannot make it as tasty as their local coffee shop or – and this is my best bet – they have worked the same sort of flanker that has persuaded many utterly stupid women (and a few stupid men) to wear jeans with the knees cut away. Yes, I think the coffee cup to take away is a fashion fad requiring people to be seen clutching a cardboard cup on their train journey. Whether an extra 25 pence on the cost will thwart the designs of the marketing gurus or not remains to be seen but I do not understand what possesses people to want to carry a hot cardboard cup while walking or riding on a train from A to B unless it is some sort of cultural symbol of wealth and being “in”. Leave me out!
This will be a sad Boxing Day today for me as I take my leave of my local watering hole after 30 plus years. The Black Boy in Milton is closing after today.
I have lost track of the number of landlords this pub has had since I came to Adderbury in 1984 but it has been quite a few! You may be surprised that I choose a pub in a neighbouring village rather than one of the four in Adderbury but the Black Boy suits me and it welcome our Jack Russell, Coco, as well. The first landlord I remember specialised in sausages with a long list of them in all imaginable formats. Sadly, he got caught up in a banking boom and bust and, having borrowed heavily to finance some improvements, found himself with unaffordable repayments and fled, leaving a set of kitchen knives on the bar to demonstrate his feelings for the bank!
There have been a string of others since with varying terms and levels of success. The most memorable was Marco Pierre-White who was determined to close it as a village pub and turn it into a smart eaterie for his London friends. This enterprise failed but only after he had decimated the bar, refused to serve lager and filled the place with alien and strange decorations. After his exit, Pete Strickland and Catriona McConnachie took on the Black Boy and they worked hard to make a success of it. They put back the bar, welcomed dogs, families and children, provided very good food at sensible prices and made everyone feel welcome. In fact they returned the Black Boy to what most of us wanted – a good local village pub.
Sadly, it has not worked for them and they feel they cannot make it viable. They blame:
- the closure of the Milton Road to through traffic for a while and
- the high cost of business rates.
I would add to this the minimum wage increases, the costs of holiday pay and other emp-loyment red tape which suffocates small businesses and the growing burden of ‘elf & safety rules and food safety regulations. In fact all the pressures that make it harder and harder for small businesses to survive and provide a living for their owners.
Sadly some of the Milton villagers have taken against the landlords and are getting up a petition. Quite how this can turn an apparently unprofitable venture back into a profitable one, I do not know and I will not sign it.
I hope someone will come along with the enterprise that Pete and Catriona showed in their time and something extra that makes the Black Boy thrive. Until then, I suspect I will be having my weekend pint at home which is a shame.
As a determined LEAVE voter, I am looking forward to getting our country back on 29 March 2019. It can’t come soon enough.
I am therefore delighted to learn that we are to get our own passports back at least looking something like the old dark blue ones of which a replica appears above. It is in fact a replica used as a cover for the nasty red EU passport I found myself with from 27 September 2001 when my old British one expired. However, this EU one has also expired after 27 September 2011 and I did not bother to apply for another one. There are two reasons for this:
- I wanted to wait for a real British one again and
- I have no wish to fly anywhere given the appalling way in which air passengers are treated.
You may have noticed that I had blotted out the reference to the European Union on the first page of the expired passport. I never voted to be part of a super state and I am glad we are leaving what is clearly intended to grow into ever closer union.
While blogging, I hope the government will also be retrieving our driving licences? I had a lovely and rather battered old paper one until I celebrated my 70th birthday last July and had to apply for a new driving licence. It came in the form of a little plastic card complete with photograph and unintelligible hieroglyphics and, to my complete horror, bore the dreaded 15 EU stars on the top left-hand corner. It took only a couple of minutes to print off a small Union Jack and to paste it over this symbol of oppression but I hope my next enforced renewal in 2019 will bring one without the EU symbol.
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Boris bashing is clearly the new blood sport in Westminster but I fear it is hiding the real issues we should be discussing. Boris has been castigated for a sentence he let slip to a Select Committee suggesting that the jailed woman – Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe – with dual British/Iranian nationality, had been teaching journalism in Iran. Why did he say this? Presumably he did not invent it? Ministers are briefed endlessly on many issues so I am guessing that someone, somewhere told Boris that the lady was doing this. Whether Boris was wise to let it slip may be another matter but where did the suggestion originate and why is the government clearly taking the line that it was not the case?
Iran is a pretty ghastly place but something must have prompted the state to notice this lady whom we are now to understand was simply holidaying with her family. Is there some element of truth in what Boris said? Is it being hushed up in the perfectly reasonable cause of getting the lady freed and home in Britain? We may never know but it seems Boris’s enemies are losing no opportunity to knock him. While thus may be understandable when coming from the Corbynites, it is pretty inexcusable from his own side.
It is also preventing discussion of the real issue. In this country, teaching about journalism is not a crime and someone doing this would be respected and allowed to get on with it. However, in Iran it seems this is a criminal activity and that is the real disgrace of this story. It seems that the lady’s husband understands this and looks to Boris to use his diplomatic sources to work for her release but the socialists and the Remoaners who are deflecting the arguments into Boris bashing are not helping the lady’s cause at all.
Auctions of works of art frequently make the headlines for the astonishing price collectors are prepared to pay for a masterpiece. These are usually paintings or sculptures but photographs have been known to attract large price tickets where the subject was well known or the photographer was a master of the art.
Leonardo da Vinci
However, a new phenomenon has developed in Adderbury. Our Berry Hill Road lawyer who sought to have two judicial reviews to overturn parish council decisions has taken grave exception to my including his photograph in blogs outlining the decision of the court which found both applications wholly without merit.
He is threatening to claim damages for breach of copyright and is valuing his photograph at £10,000 per day of exposure on this web site.
Given that Leonardo’s Last Supper has been on public display for 519 years, a similar daily value on this masterpiece would make its value some £2 billion so Mr Davies seems to be ranking his visage well above that of the wistful and enigmatic Mona Lisa!
Mandolin & Guitar
Now, of course, I can’t show you his picture to allow you to decide whether his estimation of its value is fair and reasonable because I would be breaching his copyright. However, I can provide you with a link to his business web site where you can inspect his likeness in a friendly video recording. Tell me what you think. Worth every penny of £10,000 per day?
I am completely baffled to read that a majority of UK electors favour the re-nationalisation of the railways. I grew up in a country where the trains rarely ran on time and were beset by strikes. These days, I travel up to London several times per month, using Chiltern Railways from Banbury to Marylebone. I have an old codger’s Rail Card so can get to London and back for £12.00 return if I book early. Chiltern trains are invariably on time, they are clean, there is free wi-fi, I can always get a seat and usually a table with a power point and the staff are friendly and helpful. Marylebone is a delightful station, clean and accessible and the tube journey onwards is a lot quicker than trying to catch a taxi. All-in-all, the travel experience is excellent. On the rare occasions when a Chiltern train is a few minutes late, it is usually clear that the cause is a late running earlier train run by another rail operating company.
Now I accept that the Chiltern network is very straightforward, running from Marylebone to Birmingham with only a few distracting branch lines so I am sure it is an easier network to manage than more complex ones. However, it works and works well. Why change it and send it back to a state-run monopoly? Don’t people realise that the state is hopeless at running businesses? It is subject to political pressures and when the government is a left-leaning one, it will favour the provider over the customer.
I know I am going to upset some of my Black cab taxi-driving friends but I smell political opportunism in the decision by Transport for London, aided and abetted by London’s Labour Mayor to withdraw Uber’s licence. Announcing the decision just before the start of the Labour Party conference gave Sadiq Khan personal media coverage and supported the Corbyn style of nanny knows best. The reason given by TFL was “Uber’s approach and conduct demonstrate a lack of corporate responsibility” in relation to reporting serious criminal offences, obtaining medical certificates and driver background checks.
Uber has also been attacked for its use of zero-hour contracts and I suspect the success of the business in attracting 40,000 drivers in London and 3½ million customers has brought its own share of opposition from the established and monopolistic black cab service. However, I am pretty sure that most black cab drivers are self-employed and, therefore, on their own zero-hours terms.
At the heart of this issue, surely, is the nature of competition. Uber has worked in a spectacular manner because it offers a slicker and cheaper service than the traditional and protected black cabs. Corbyn’s socialism would consign the competitive element to the history books for many areas of the economy including the utilities and the railways. Sadly, many electors’ memories do not stretch back to the days of a telephone company that would take six months to provide a line or trains that rarely ran on time.