Parliamentary speech

Melvyn Bragg’s speech on reforming the House of Lords, from 29 March 1999, is one of the best parliamentary speeches I’ve ever read.

My Lords, I feel diffident about speaking in this debate, being new alike to this House and to the expert and opaque art of politics. Therefore, if I may, I shall take a rather personal tack.

At school I had a history teacher, Mr. James, who said that everything that ever happened came from three causes. I have observed this often enough in today’s debate. Perhaps we all had the same history teacher. However, I am grateful to him today because I am offering three causes for this diffidence. The first is history itself. No one taught as I was the history of this country, of Europe and the European world, could fail in the 1950s to be proud of much of what we the British had done. Although other stories, other versions, other truths have since been well aired, there still remains in me a pride and even a wonder that these small, damp, unpromising islands exerted so much influence, had so much imagination, bred and provoked so much knowledge, and irradiated so much that was positive around the globe.

There is of course a negative side, a darker seam–and how we have been made aware of it over the past 50 years, when our history has not only, rightly, been scrutinised from the outside but, less acceptably, often turned inside out in a mistaken zeal to revisit the past using only the lamp of a current fashionable correctness.

But the history I was taught, and was lucky enough to go on to study at that historic university, Oxford, though not blinding me to the sewers under the roads to greatness, left me in some awe that fallible individuals ever came together with such force to do what they did here in this country and over centuries. One of the great creations of the British was a constitution which, despite expert battering and acidulous attacks, most fiercely from critics in our own country, has in a relative world served better than most, even any–though sometimes most reluctantly and late–to represent and express the people in whose name it exists. Two cheers for democracy, said E.M. Forster, and our least worst of systems has weathered well.

Such a constitution is not likely to be subjected to radical surgery. The fact that it is at this time–and that the electorate agreed that it should be done, which gives it all the legitimacy it needs–does not dent or lessen the momentous and solemn nature of the debate now before your Lordships’ House. It gives us all pause.

The second cause of diffidence was well expressed, I think, by the noble Lord, Lord Stafford, in his maiden speech last November, on the day when I, too, made my maiden speech. In the final paragraph of the speech, which he called a digression, he said:

“I hope that this maiden speech is not the first and last speech that I shall make to this House, possibly closing a chapter in our family’s history as I do so. It was in 1299 that the first member of my family was called to Parliament, 700 years ago next year, while just over 600 years ago we were elevated to the peerage. In the succeeding six centuries three members of the family had their head chopped off–not entirely careless to lose one ancestor every 200 years, particularly as we kept choosing the wrong side”.

As I listened to that, and more, I was moved by the tradition, the length and strength of the service, the sheer virtue of continuity, and the quality of long persistence which informed that modestly described digression, as indeed I am moved by other hereditary noble Lords.

Perhaps I may mention just one out of many: my fellow Cumbrian, the noble Lord, Lord Inglewood, whose care of his family’s past and his country’s best interests has been exemplary. Of all the silent choirs which haunt even this comparatively modern building, surely the most resonant are those ancient voices, the chorus of past noble Lords. Their names and deeds, at their best, stand high in our history. Moreover, I would guess that the guile of centuries will not have slackened over the past few months and a number of your noble hereditary Lordships will find a way to change into a suit which fits the modern cut, and we shall see some resurrected in this place–the place which bears so much witness to their ancestral histories.

But I have ancestors too. I did not find their names in the books of history I read at Oxford. But they too had fought in wars: my grandfather, Herbert, and several of his brothers served in the Army in World War I; my father, Stanley, and his brothers were in the Air Force in World War II and doubtless before then they made up the numbers in battles which raged in the Borders between England and Scotland for several centuries and in bloody battles various around the world and in other battles here at home.

Just as they added to the wealth of the country by ploughing its fields and digging its coal, the women, too, strained to bring up decently its often inadequately provided for children: foot soldiers, housewives, manual workers, men and women, and as far as I can discover any records, decent people whose patience and tolerance helped this country, and so this House, to be what it was and what it is.

As your Lordships would expect, I am proud of my ancestors–as proud, I may say, as any hereditary Peer. They wanted betterment for themselves and their families; they wanted what was fair; they knew that the world must change and, perhaps of all people anywhere, they stalked change with caution and forbearance. But one well defended castle after another finally fell: in the franchise, in education, in health, in housing, and in a multiplicity of areas and in the sense that opportunity is equally possible. Now, perhaps the last citadel is reached: the constitution. Perhaps I feel a little less diffidence here.

But my third cause of diffidence is that I am no constitutional historian. Nevertheless, even as a new Member of your Lordships’ House, I believe that to function with the power which will be of the greatest benefit to this country your Lordships’ House can no longer be so spectacularly tilted and biased to one form of entry–thus by a chain reaction causing disproportion in gender and background and, to an overmarked extent, in political allegiance. To legislate for the country, even to amend legislation; to debate for the country, even though such debates can be lonely vigils–this demands that the House represent far more truly the vivid, changed and varied groups in this country now taking us beyond the year 2000.

Will the new House be elected or will it be representative–or to some extent both, to the advantage, I hope, for the former? Whatever it is, I am sure that the very newness will release new energies and new vigour. Will it be as independent as before? Will it be as eccentric as before? Will it have the style it had before? I hope so and I believe so. Style is not the monopoly of one section or class in our society; neither is eccentricity, and neither is independence of mind. All these qualities are liberally dispersed across all sections of the British people.

What most of us want, I am sure, is a stronger House, a more grounded House, a House able to look another millennium straight in the eye because the tradition it calls upon and the new ancestors it serves come from a far wider, more diverse, less-the-icing, more-the-cake, an unconfined range, able to give Parliament and our democracy the best energies of the British people and so be in safe hands. For that reason, I support the Bill.

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Peter Whaley, 1950-2005

Occasionally one picks up stuff by Googling old friends and acquaintances which is not very welcome news. Peter Whaley was the first US diplomat to be posted full-time to Banja Luka in Bosnia in early 1998, after I’d been there for a year myself. (They’d had a succession of people parachuted in for a month or so at a time; he was supposed to be staying there long-term.) We clicked at once, and I found him a really helpful mentor in the minefield of international politics. He didn’t describe himself as a career diplomat, but as a failed novelist who had gone into foreign relations as an alternative; yet at the same time, by taking me and my work seriously, helped me to realise that I had become an expert in Balkan politics with marketable skills.

He was a very modest guy, never mentioning his role in attempting to prevent the Rwanda genocide, though occasionally railing against the stupidities of US foreign policy (it being Bosnia in 1998, his unorthodox views on refugee return – proved spectularly right in Zaire – were frequently aired; also his opinion of President Aristide of Haiti was very much lower than is stated in his obituary). I only saw him really annoyed once, when a particularly juicy piece of political gossip flowed from me to my Sarajevo colleague to the US embassy in Sarajevo, unfortunately bypassing him en route. He raced furiously into my office (down three flights of stairs, across the road and then up another flight) to demand the details from me in person. We sorted it out over a beer, though (and anyway it turned out in the end that the story wasn’t true).

I understand that he left Bosnia not long after I did, and parted company with the State Department shortly after that; I never got back in touch with him, and to be honest probably wouldn’t have got around to it quickly. But it’s sad news, if old news by now, and I’m sorry that he never got the chance to write his novel.

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Birthdays

I don’t often do these unless I spot several people at or around the same time. But happy birthday, , off on your Morocco trip, and to , immersed in algebra and psychology.

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Nicholas needs meme

  1. Nicholas Needs YOU!
  2. Nicholas Needs A Loving Family
  3. Nicholas Needs Your Help
  4. Nicholas needs lots of adult attention and may occasionally exhibit attention-seeking
  5. Nicholas needs a predictable schedule and quiet atmosphere.
  6. Nicholas needs to go to the doctor!!
  7. Nicholas needs to see “Remake of the Jedi”.
  8. Nicholas needs to make it on his own
  9. Nicholas needs money fast to provide for his mother and sister.
  10. Nicholas needs her, too.
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October Books 2) The Hidden Family

2) The Hidden Family, by

Yep, the time stamp reveals that I once again sat up far too late reading this, the sequel to The Family Trade. And enjoyed it too. Our heroine from the first book has a business plan, an economic model, three parallel universes to trade between, and a bunch of enemies out to kill her. Some vivid scene-setting, including of the weather; one nice little touch which reminded me of my debate with Ken MacLeod back in August:

I don’t know much about English history, but it’s got this civil war in the sixteen forties, goes on and on about some dude called the Lord Protector, Oliver Cromwell. I looked him up in Encarta and yes, he’s there, too. I didn’t know the English had a civil war, and it gets better: they had a revolution in 1688, too! Did you know that? I sure didn’t, and it’s not in Encarta — but I didn’t trust it, so I checked Britannica and it’s kosher. Okay, so England has a lot of history, and it’s all in the wrong order.

As the climax loomed and the number of pages left to read dwindled rapidly, I began to wonder if the book would end on a genuine cliff-hanger to encourage us to look out for The Clan Corporate. But in fact enough was resolved – if in a bit of a rush – for the story to come to a satisfactory halt for now.

Charlie does like his feisty women heroes! And does them well.

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Travel meme

Travel meme from :

You’ll need an atlas. Index Mundi can be useful, and though it doesn’t always provide links to latitude and longitude tables, once you’ve found the pattern /zp/[country code, though they don’t always use the ISO standard ones] e.g. UK you can prod it into action. (I’d add that even Wikipedia is pretty useful.)

What are the furthest points North, South, East and West you have visited?

These four points can be used to define a rectangle (well, in more-or-less spherical geometry they do) whose borders lie along the lines of latitude and longitude you have identified. What’s at the centre of this region? Have you been there? Where is the nearest place to the centre you have visited?

Farthest north for me:
Farthest south:
Farthest east: Baku, Azerbaijan: 49.882 degrees east
Farthest west: SanFrancisco, California: 122.444 degrees west

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Minor LibraryThing gloat

I see that there are five books that have been reviewed by five or more Library Thing users –  Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, The Da Vinci Code, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell, Eats, shoots & leaves, and The time traveler’s wife. But only one Library Thing user has in fact reviewed all five.

(Actually I suspect I may well have put more review links than any other user. Though on close examination I may have duplicated some of them.)

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Not good news

Austrians have managed to stop Turkish EU accession talks from starting today.

This is bad. The Austrians have gone back on the deal they agreed to in December, and the EU as a result has broken the biggest promise it ever made to Turkey. Even Greece and Cyprus wanted the talks to start, on the basis that a Turkey which is looking forward to European integration is going to be much easier to deal with on the big security issues that both governments are concerned with. Even the French and Germans made it clear they wanted the talks to go ahead. I can’t think of any other EU decision of equivalent importance that has been wrecked in this way by a member state changing its mind and backing off from a solemn commitment made to the other members. Now, it’s not just about whether Turkey can join; it’s about whether the EU has any credibility as a negotiating partner with anyone at all.

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Top 100 intellectuals in the world

A rather silly parlour game from Foreign Policy and Prospect.

The surprising thing is how many of them I’ve had contact with. I know Pavol Demeš quite well, and see Robert Cooper a lot around Brussels; and have at least been in the same room on at least one occasion with the Pope, Kemal Derviş, Niall Ferguson, Timothy Garton Ash, Robert Kagan, Sergei Karaganov, Martin Rees and I think Slavoj Žižek. Not that any of them would be likely to remember.

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New Amazon toy

The Concordance Feature:

The 100 most used words (presumably excluding obvious pronouns, articles, short verbs and conjunctions) in Science, Colonialism and Ireland are:

1921  1922  academy  activities  agriculture  although  art  ascendancy  astronomical  astronomy  between  british  buildings  case  catholic  century  church  collection  college  colonial  colonialism  committee  corcoran  council  culture  dati  de  department  development  dublin  during  education  even  fact  first  fisheries  geological  george  government  history  however  institutions  interest  ireland  irish  john  later  may  members  museum  national  nationalism  nationalist  natural  new  nineteenth  now  number  observatory  own  papers  part  particular  perhaps  period  plunkett  political  pp  professor  protestant  published  rather  rds  report  research  royal  science  scientific  scientists  see  seems  should  society  staff  state  students  studies  survey  teaching  three  time  tradition  trinity  two  ucd  unionist  university  war  work  years 

Two books are highlighted as being on “related topics” – though they are completely different: Defenders of the Union, a very expensive collection of papers on unionism edited by George Boyce and Alan O’Day, and The Garland Encyclopedia of Astronomy – which, ironically, contains an article by me on a subject completely unrelated to Science, Colonialism and Ireland.

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More family pics

Clearing out the memory of the digital camera; some here go back to July!



Uncle R


B


The Princess, 23 July


Zed and F, 23 July


U and the Abomination of Desolation Barney, Loughbrickland


F on tractor, Loughbrickland


F and U, Loughbrickland




Back at home, U has discovered the swing


U (taken by F)


F’s mummy telling him to be careful with Daddy’s camera


F as the picture of innocence

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October Books 1) Travelling Towards Epsilon

1) Travelling Towards Epsilon, ed. by Maxim Jakubowski

A collection of sf stories by French (and one Belgian) writer, collected in the mid-1970s; very much feeling like New Wave, plus an added appreciation of sex which somehow feels different from the way an American or British writer of the time would have tackled the subject. The collection wisely starts and finishes with strong pieces – Daniel Walther’s “The Gunboat Dread“, a sort of sfnal riff on “Heart of Darkness”, and Nathalie Henneberg’s “Wings in the Night”, of supernatural goings on in an isolated Polish castle. Some of the others were a bit same-ish; the other standout story for me was Julia Verlanger’s “The Bubbles”, the oldest story of the collection (from 1956), which started off like an after-the-holocaust story but had an almost Philip Dick-like twist at the end.

While the editor’s choices of story seem to have been good, I was not madly impressed either by his commentary or by his translations. It seemed to me that three of the four stories (including the Walther one) translated by Beth Blish (daughter of James) ran more smoothly in English (the fourth, I suspect, was unsalvageable in any language).

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Dinner with the President

Not much to say, really. There were about a dozen of us; as we were moving in to sit down, the President’s chief of staff muttered to me that I was to sit at the right hand of the Head of State. So I did.

The President sat down for thirty seconds, then moved to the podium at the other end of the room and gave a little public speech after which he asked those present if they had any questions. Most people did. I didn’t.

The President then specifically asked me to ask him a question. I actually had three prepared to ask him but hadn’t planned to ask any of them in public. I turned a very bright red and made an ingratiating little speech wishing him and his government well. It was very embarrassing. He came back and sat down beside me, and we got on with dinner.

I did ask him everything I wanted to over dinner, and he gave me entirely satisfactory answers, as well as numerous other bits of interesting international gossip; very much to the glee of the guy from the Economist sitting on his left, who took down several juicy quotes to be used in next week’s issue.

Oof. This kind of thing is great fun, but also exhausting. Home on Saturday. Thank God.

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September Books 12) Emerald Eye

12) Emerald Eye: The Best Irish Imaginative Fiction, ed. Frank Ludlow & Roelof Goudriaan

Alas, few of these were to my taste, tending as they did towards horror with themes of sordid seduction or bodily dismemberment. The one story that I really did enjoy was a James White piece, “Custom Fitting”, about a bespoke tailor kitting out an alien ambassador. Honourable mentions also to Dermot Ryan for his riff on Milton in “The Burnished Egg”, and to Nigel Quinlan for “The Invisible Man Game” which seemed a cut above the other dark stories in the collection. And Bob Shaw’s “The Gioconda Caper” also raised a smile.

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Job news

Well, the guy who’s founding his own NGO has been in touch off and on, but not really appearing to get much further in the way of funding.

But someone has just made to me a much more interesting suggestion, of keeping most of the bits I like about my current job, regaining some of the stuff I used to do and liked and don’t do so much any more, and not doing the bits I like least (ie editing reports).

It would come at a price – I’d have to do a lot of fundraising which is not an area I have much experience of. But I think I know a bit more about it now than I did five years ago.

So I’ll have to consider it further. But it’s a very interesting option.

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September Books 11) The Truth About The Armed Conflict In Slovenia

11) The Truth About The Armed Conflict In Slovenia by the propaganda wing of the Yugoslav People’s Army

Tedious and unconvincing propaganda issued in July 1991, accusing the Slovenians of not particularly terrible activities during their brief war of independence. Particularly nauseating given what the Yugoslav People’s Army and its proxies / successors did over the next eight years in Croatia, Bosnia and Kosovo. At least I managed to pick it up for free and didn’t waste any of my own money on it.

44 JNA soldiers are listed as having been killed by the “treacherous” Slovenes during the conflict. Interestingly, I count four with Albanian names, and five with Bosniak names.

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September Books 10) The Man Who Fell To Earth

10) The Man Who Fell To Earth, by Walter Tevis

I have seen a few seconds of the film of this book starring David Bowie; the novel was published in 1963. It’s a bleak picture of an almost-human alien from an undiscovered planet in our solar system, sent to Earth to try and save his people. He becomes an alcoholic, goes blind and gives up. Depressing.

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September Books 9) The Banovina

9) The Banovina, by Donka Stančić and Miško Lazović

I spent yesterday exploring the autonomous province of Vojvodina, north of Belgrade, finishing with meetings in its capital, Novi Sad – the only one of the eight capitals of the former Yugoslav federal units I had not previously visited. The people of Vojvodina are justly proud of their government building, and the officials we met with gave me a copy of this book about it – in English, though I found this image of the Serbian original on-line:

The building, shaped like a huge Danube river barge, was built to the design of Dragiša Brašovan after Novi Sad became the administrative centre of the Danube banovina under the 1929 royal dictatorship. This was an area including all of what has been the Vojvodina since the second world war, but going south of the Danube as far as Kragujevac and also including the wee corner between Osijek and Hungary now part of Croatia (and briefly part of Eastern Slavonia in the 1990s). Apparently three buildings were commissioned to be the government centres of newly created Banovina capitals in 1931; the one in Novi Sad, the Banski Dvor in Banja Luka which I know well, and another in Skopje which may not have been built (or more likely did not survive the 1963 earthquake). Edited to add: Silly me, of course it is the Sobranie Palace, the Macedonian parliament building.

The book describes the political and architectural process of the Banovina building’s construction in loving detail, and notes briefly that it was bombed by NATO in 1999. It seems in good order again now. Thank heavens that the rapidly rotating succesion of Bans under the royal dictatorship (eleven of them in twelve years) decided to face the building in white marble rather than Brašovan’s original plan of red brick, which would have looked terrible. The text does gloss over one or two points, such as the rather Serbocentric character of the Bans’ regime and the precise reason why the Germans left in 1945, but I found it pretty interesting.

Looking through the city afterwards we wandered into the Catholic cathedral, very reminiscent of my own local church in Belgium – not surprisingly, as they were both built under the Hapsburgs in the 18th century – except that all the writing was in Hungarian. The people of Novi Sad (Újvidék in Hungarian) have been through a number of regime changes in the last few centuries. Vojvodina now has six official languages, including Ruthenian which was a new one for me. I sort of felt reminded of that exchange from Casablanca:

Major Strasser: You say Third Reich as though you expected there to be others!
Captain Renault: Well, personally, Major, I will take what comes.

The people of Novi Sad have been taking what comes for centuries, and on the whole it hasn’t done them too much harm.

September Books 8) Uncle Petros and Goldbach’s Conjecture

8) Uncle Petros and Goldbach’s Conjecture, by Apostolos Doxiadis

Nice little story, of the eccentric uncle who has wasted his life on proving Goldbach’s conjecture; but the plot, such as it is, is pretty cliched and the author misses numerous chances to illuminate the background of Greece through the twentieth century (not to mention the other places where the novel is set – Cambridge, Berlin, Princeton). No doubt it has done well among the maths students types.

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