Saturday, 9 May 2009

Trailer: Coming Soon...


Watch it and laugh; or weep - it's still ridiculous...

It seems that everybody's been jumping on the whole video blogging bandwagon, recently. As I have just recently acquired my own web camera, I thought I'd play around with what I could do, and the above is what I managed after goodness knows how many hours! Next time, I'm just talking...

Friday, 8 May 2009

Santander Strikes Again!

Beware the Symbol of Incompetence

A word to the wise: if you're moving to Madrid, find a bank. There's very little you can do without an ID card, a phone, housing, and a bank account. However, when looking for banks, STAY AWAY FROM SANTANDER.

Now, UK readers may recognise the above symbol as the "new" Abbey (National) logo. In fact, it was always the logo of Santander, who took over the former British building society. I don't have an Abbey account, I'm with the self-styled "world's local bank" HSBC, who don't have any branches in Spain. So I had to go bank-hunting. Easy enough, I thought to myself: it's merely a matter of which is most popular and has the most satisfied customers...

Well, ING Direct was closed to me. Their only bank account in Spain is the Cuenta Nómina, for which you can only get access to if you have been nominated - literally - by an existing account-holder. Fine, I thought; I shall take my custom elsewhere. The second-best spot was a tie between bitter rivals Banco Santander and Caja Madrid. I figured, since I'd be travelling around the country as much as possible, and Caja was based mainly in the capital, with one - maybe two - branches in other cities, I'd have better and easier access to my money if I went with the former. Added to that, Santander is the highest-grossing bank in the country, and has a branch on my University campus. I'm clearly easily swayed. I opened my account with Santander in my second week of living in Spain.

At the end of my fourth week in Spain, I had yet to recieve a debit card, and my account had not been "activated". By my sixth week, I had done this, but not yet recieved my card. So, I went to my local branch (one block up from my house; there's also another two blocks up the my own street) to rectify this. Unfortunately for me, this was a matter between myself and the branch at which I opened my account (University campus - keep up). Did I mention banks close at 2pm? Not for lunch or siesta: they CLOSE. I had to wait until another day to deal with the situation. Come Week Seven, and I speak to the lady at the special desk at the campus branch. She tells me they had inexplicably ignored the request for a card, and she would order me one right away. How long would it take, I asked: a week and a half...

Come Week Nine. Despite my account having been activated, I've been unable to make any transfers from my UK account, because Santander would not give me the bank's international details until the card was sent to me. I recive it on the Wednesday, and am told by the letter that I cannot start using it until I call the 24-hour superline (premium rate, of course) to activate it. Desperate to pay rent and buy food without being charged commission by HSBC, I call it, and am told to prove myself with the details I gave on opening the account. I do, and am told the card is activated, and that I have to wait for the arrival of my PIN (which, when it comes a day later, cannot be changed unless I call the line and TELL THEM OVER THE PHONE: so safe, right).

Eventually, at the beginning of Week Ten, everything is settled: account is activated, card is active, money has been transferred (all 100€ or so of it; luckily for me I live off my earnings as a sought-after English teacher).

Fast-forward to last week. I am using my card, as normal, when I notice a fundamental error: They have gotten my name wrong. I have already mentioned the difference between my common-usage name, and that on my passport: the passport version is simply longer. However, Santander seem to have changed one letter and added a new one, giving me a different-sounding name, altogether! I know I have an odd name - I've lived twenty-odd years with bean, milk and sauce related jokes and puns; I even embrace them - but how an O becomes an AU is beyond me. Do people not spell strange words and names to each other? I always do. Anyway, my name is on a computer database, so surely someone checked it against that? Except, when I look at the few documents sent to me, I see that the mistake was made on the very first day, when I opened my account.

I'm a busy person, so I didn't get the chance to address this until last Wednesday morning. This time round, everything was as smooth as chocolate mousse should be. The lady behind the special desk took one look at my passport and duly amended the details on the computer database. This morning, two days after this, I receive my new card, addressed to my full name spelt correctly. Hope is an evil thing. I checked the card, and lo and behold, the SAME mistake is on the new card. I'm not even going to bother activating it. Fortunately, banks are open on Saturday mornings, too, here.

After the eventual success of my ID card, I'm shot down by this travesty. I'm going to go tomorrow and tell them if they don't fix this simplest of mistakes, sack the entire national staff and leave the running of the outfit to the lady behind the special desk at the campus branch, I'm moving to Caja Madrid...

This slogan means "we want to be your bank": what they really mean is "we want to make it as difficult as possible for you to settle in with us, then take your money and never give it back"

The Saga is FINALLY Over!

PLEASE NOTE: THERE WAS A PHOTO OF MY CARD, HERE, BUT I'VE BEEN TOLD TO TAKE IT DOWN, IN CASE SOMEONE STEALS MY IDENTITY!
It only took seven months...

So, a funny thing happened, on Wednesday: I went to collect my official shiny card with face, personal details, signature and fingerprints, declaring me a student of a Spanish Institution of Learning...two months before I effectively graduate from it.

My more seasoned readers may remember the previous two parts of this ten-month saga (here and here).

Funny, no? No, it isn't, actually...

Ten Reasons: ID Cards

State your name, rank and intention...

So, Home Secretary Jacqui Smith announced that from autumn, the Government would push ahead with its controvertial introduction of ID cards starting with a pilot scheme in Manchester, with a view to introducing it as a compulsory means of registering and control of the population. I've made no secret of my distaste for the idea when discussing the issue, but I've presented five reasons supporting and opposing the scheme. The debate is open to all, especially those of you who aren't British, so do comment!

Pros
1) Civil Protection - The Government constantly reiterates the benefits of a database with the nation's details in the fight against terrorism and illegal immigration.

2) Simple - All one would have to do is sign up at the local post office or police station and apply for their card.

3) Safe - The card would have biometric data stored on it: fingerprints and retina details would be digitally stored in order to acertain the identity of the card-holder.

4) Practical - Being one's primary proof of identification would also lessen the need to carry a passport or driving license.

5) In Keeping With EU Norms - Many other countries, including Spain, have compulsory ID card schemes.

Cons
1) (Further) Stripping of Civil Liberties - Who will be granted access to all of this information? The UK currently has the highest CCTV camera-to-citizen ratio in the EU; with ID cards being added, are we becoming a society which lives under an all-seeing eye?

2) Expensive - As simple as the application process is, one will still have to pay for the priviledge of having the card. Beyond the personal cost, the introduction of the scheme and the supporting technology could set the Government back billions of pounds, money which could be saved, right now.

3) Potentially Xenophobic/Racist - You can only get a card if you are a UK citizen, and have a British Passport. In what way may this be abused as a means of excluding those of us who are long-term residents, but not (yet) citizens in everyday environment? Will we become suspect?

4) Safe, but Secure? - The UK Government, regardless of political party, are notoriously inefficient. The current Government, which is aggressively pushing ahead with this initiative, has lost large amounts of personal data three times in the last eight years.

5) Not Compulsory Everywhere - Most people over 16 have a passport, or driving license and are able to prove their identity if necessary. In Spain, a passport with relevant travel documentation is sufficient. Although I technically needed a Student Card, I've survived seven months without one, living in a bureaucratic grey area.

Of course, as I said, I'm firmly against the idea for the above reasons, and several more, but several people are in support of the idea. Not as many as the Government would have you believe, though. According to the latest Government questionnaire, 59% were "strongly or partly in favour" of the scheme...

Anyway. I've spoken my piece. What about you?

Hold the Front Page! Public Servants With Expensive Taste!

Gissa' Kiss! No? Alright then, go clean my brother's place...

So, apparently the UK newspaper The Daily Telegraph this morning published a comprehensive list of all current Labour MPs' expenses claimed over the last four years, including those of the Cabinet and Prime Minister Gordon Brown.

The list, including the most scrutinous costs incurred by ministers and run-of-the mill Members of Her Majesty's Parliament, was leaked to the paper and quickly released in order to avoid any possible speedy interception by the Dowing Street Press Office. The publication has already proven damaging and embarrassing, as such costs are claimed back from the Treasury at the expense of the taxpayer.

Former Deputy Prime Minister John Prescott claimed £312 for the fitting of mock Tudor beams to the front of his constituency home in Hull, and was charged £210.79 for pipework, taps and to "refix a WC seat," in December 2004. Secretary for Wales Paul Murphy claimed for a new boiler after saying his existing hot water system was "too hot". Business secretary Lord Peter Mandelson claimed for improvements on his constituency home after he announced he was leaving Parliament to become an EU Commissioner, later selling the property for a profit of £136,000. According to the paper, the highest and most shocking figures were handed in by Communities Secretary (no, I don't know what that is, either) Hazel Blears, who reportedly claimed for three different properties in a single year, spending almost £5,000 on furniture in three months and claiming for stays at London hotels after selling her flat; and Prime Minister Gordon Brown, paying his brother £6,577 for arranging cleaning services for his Westminster flat for 26 months.

Naturally, several ministers have released statements and either apologised for their expensive tastes and assured us they will pay it all back, or they have defended their costs by upholding that all claims were made within the rules and reiterated the inevitability of such high figures considering many live within their out-of-London constituencies and need to commute and sometimes stay in the capital for ministerial business. Unfortunately for them, the supposed public outcry over such expenses will prove too damaging, and will no doubt be used by the opposition parties as ammunition in successive Commons debates and during the next election campaign.

Personally, I feel sorry for those who have come under fire over this. After all, they are human, and who hasn't made claims from their employer for costs? I certainly have, and I certainly will when I return to the UK (Year Abroad Students are liable to reimbursal of costs of over £300, incurred as a direct result of our circumstances). It is only natural MPs will do the same, if given the opportunity. Of course, some expenses are more dubious than others, and many prices are outrageously high considering how much Joe Bloggs pays. Environment and Foreign Secretary Margaret Beckett found herself in trouble with the Fees Office after attempting to claim £600 for hanging baskets and pot plants, while claiming second home allowances of £72,537 from 2004 to 2008, despite having no mortgage or rent to pay on her constituency home in Derby; as well as living at the grace and favour Admiralty House in Whitehall, which enabled her to rent out her London flat. However, let's not forget that these people have been elected by the majority of the British People to represent them and look after their interests. How well the general public feel the UK Labour Party have fulfilled that remit will be evident at the outcome of the next general election. Until then, let them get on with their jobs!

In no way am I looking for excuses, nor am I an apologist for - or even a supporter of - the current British Government, but the recent attacks levied against it have been so great and so provocative that it's a wonder anyone has had time to come up with new policy initiatives, white papers, bills and new legislation. As with queues and weather-related chit-chat, we British are Olympian Gold Medalists at complaint and finger-pointing: and I include myself in that - I love to moan about other people's failings. If Brown and the Cabinet are not doing enough to combat illegal immigration and the "threat" of international terrorism (the two of which, of course are linked, apparently), they have failed to deal effectively with foreign diplomatic issues, or they have ruined the country economically; and on top of all this, they DARE to charge those of us who put them where they are for the cost of it all! The b@$£ards!

People need to get a grip, and look at this situation realistically. Firstly, as I have already pointed out, these people are working for the country. No, really! Who do you think runs and provides funding for the National Health Service, State Schools, Local Councils and their affiliated organisations, and just about every public sector occupation? Why, the Government, with the help of Her Majesty's Civil Service, of course. Parliament is made up of individuals, most of whom do live with their families outside of London, and must either commute or stay in a second home to be near the Houses of Parliament. None of this is cheap, and contrary to popular belief, an MP's salary is not that high. As of 1 April 2009, the annual salary of an MP stands at £64,766. That's less than my state secondary school principal's salary, or a consultant surgeon working only for the NHS; or, indeed, some of the highest-paid civil servants. I won't even mention the comparison between this amount the frankly gross amounts of earnings businessmen and women make in the private sector, and those of the friendly bankers and financiers, despite the current economic downturn. Alright, I just did, but there you are.

Second, life is expensive. As much as people hate the thought of the idea, living in the society we all enjoy so much costs a lot of money, and the infrastructure holding it together would instantly fall apart if taxes were lowered. It's an uncomfortable, but no less influential truth; and all politicians worth their salt - regardless of political party - are aware of this. Consider that politicians argue over how much to spend on what, and who should pay more or less; not over the amount of revenue the Government must make in order to pay for all those public services we enjoy. Thatcher's answer was to sell most of them all to private companies, and make a huge and instant profit; and one could argue that the seeds of the current financial crisis we're all so eager to blame the current Government for not weeding were planted by Mrs T and her GI lover, Mr Reagan, back in the Great 8os.

Third, this list only specifies Labour MPs' costs. What, so Cameron and his cronies are not doing exactly the same thing? He may say what he likes about encouraging a "culture of thrift" if/when he comes to power, but be sure none of this tighfistedness will affect his cabinet. People are not only keen to criticise any Government, but specifically this Government, having made a record for Labour of winning three consecutive elections and remaining in power for twelve years. People are bored and angry with all the "scandalous" revelations made in recent years; but these types of scandals have existed as far back as civilisation itself. Secret affairs, dodgy dealings, lies, and corruption are part and parcel of party politics everywhere. Its only now, in the age of accountabilty, do we as a populace feel those we elect to positions of responsibility have a duty to be transparent and squeaky-clean; and we've all been brainwashed into thinking that because we're "honest, hard-working Mr Everyman", we must be morally right in all things, and naturally feel some sort of righteous indignation when shown the truth of the system we permit on a daily basis. Imagine the sort of things Churchill, Pitt the Younger, even Clement Atlee had to do for the sake of British interest. We don't like to admit we'd do the same, or similarly, in such positions, but get whipped up into a frenzy if told to by the oh-so-powerful media. Just look at how we were told to think about Jade Goody.

Which leads me to my fourth and final point. Editors of The Daily Telegraph have been linked with the leadership of the Conservative Party for as long as I can remember, and has been a politically conservative newspaper for a very long time. Interesting, that at a time when the opposition is looking more and more appealing to the voters, and polls are swinging in favour of a win for the Conservatives, as well as the aforementioned discontent with Labour, that yet another scandal inciting public rage of the village mob variety is stoked and fanned by such a newspaper. I don't believe much in the notion of conspiracy in reality - and I certainly don't think there is anything of that sort going on, here - but I can't help join the dots.

So, next time your jaw hits the floor at the discovery of more shocking behaviour by those depraved animals walking in human skin, and calling themselves politicians, just remember that this is nothing new, not all of them are doing it, and get off your moral high horse: you'd be just as bad.

"We've lots to go through, today, class..."

Debbie Harry: for no other reason than that she's hot and cool (see what I did, there)

Judging by the amount of posts I have to put up, I'm guessing this will come at the bottom of the first page of the blog! It's all because I've been too busy to write anything. Having said that, I have been storing all of my energy for one big burst of news, reviews and opinion. So, without much further ado, for me, let's roll.

As far as you're concerned, of course, this is the end: hope you enjoyed all that...

Monday, 4 May 2009

We Are NOT All Going to Die!

It's this little fella I feel sorry for...

This little piggy went to market;
This little piggy stayed at home.
This little piggy had roast beef;
This little piggy had none.

And this little piggy was put into quarantine, in Mexico, and left to die slowly and horribly.

So, within the space of about two weeks, Swine Flu has gone from being a rare disease to a global pandemic. Hmm...

You may note there was no News Brief, this week, since all I could find was Porcine-related panic (well, actually, the real reason is that I'd had a lazy weekend, and couldn't be bothered - see below). Because that what it is: media-stimulated panic. Yes, it is a virus which is highly contagious; and yes, our international community is so integrated that this is easily spread; and yes, people have died from it. However, people are forgetting that the reason these people have died is because they couldn't be treated in time. We have the medication to tackle it, and many people who have been diagnosed with the virus have been treated and are roaming free, just like the free range pork so many of us are fond of eating.

It seems to me to be smacking of the culture of fear we are so used to living in, right now, in our society. People are bored of talking about the global financial crisis, and there haven't been many terrorist threats, recently (not in the West, anyway; and that's all that matters, right? Pakistan and Sri Lanka can burn for all we care; and don't get me started on Africa). The sensation-mongers must have thanked Providence above for the Piggy Pandemic.

Remember Bird Flu, only a couple of years ago? Or SARS, the hospital "superbug"? Foot and Mouth, anyone? Even Mad Cow disease! We survived the Black Plague and Spanish Flu with far inferior medical knowledge and technology; we will survive this. So stop running around like a bunch of headless wild boar, and get on with your life.

I'll leave you with the words of a Doctor I once knew: -

"Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable."

Sunday, 3 May 2009

Building Bridges

Name that Landmark!

One of my favourite Pop Music Errors is that oh-so-slutty logic-mauler Fergie, of the Black Eyed Peas (she with the humps, those lovely lady lumps), telling the world about London Bridge, while flapping about in front of Tower Bridge. Does no-one do research, these days?

"Why the hell is he going on about talentless tarts and bridges?" you may be asking yourself. There is a method to such apparent madness, though. In Spain, when one enjoys a long weekend, it is called a puente, which literally means "bridge". Don't say you never learn anything from my ramblings.

This weekend has been a rather special puente for three reasons. Firstly, Friday happened to be the first of May, meaning that most of the working population celebrated International Worker's Day by doing anything but work - or was that just me? Then, on Saturday, the City and Region of Madrid celebrated the one hundred and first anniversary of the Dos de Mayo Uprising, an event which led to the Spanish War of Independence from Napoleon's French Empire. Finally, the previous Monday had been a pseudo-religious festival for the Humanities Faculties in my university, meaning that last weekend was the second puente in a row.

One of the long-running stereotypes is that of Spanish laziness. "Lo hago mañana" ("I'll do it tomorrow") is a common phrase heard among the people of this fairly docile land. You know what? WRONG! The truth is that the Spanish working day is longer than those of the self-styled "efficient" Germans, "hard-working" British and "sophisticated" French. Most people get up to start work or school at 8am, going right on until 2pm, breaking for lunch and the famous siesta (during which no-one sleeps, another false preconception), going back to work at around 5pm, and finishing the day at 8pm. Count up the hours, and you'll find it to be much longer than the classic 9-5 office hours we British pride ourselves on. With a nine-hour day, working Monday to Friday (and saturday, in some cases), is it any wonder they go mad at the weekend, and savour a long weekend whenever it comes round?

Mix this madness with the lack of sleep, and you'll soon understand why Spain is such a great destination for fun. Everyone's just that little bit manic enough for you to fall into the rhythm and forget about everything else. Discipline and self-control are concepts best left to the foreigners: and that's just how I like to live. Problem is, I've gone native, with the prospect of having to return to British procedure in October. Next academic year is my final - and therefore most important - year at university, and what with all my fannying about in Madrid, I've wondered whether I'll ever muster up enough willpower to even finish my degree. One of my American friends is actually graduating this year and staying in Europe probably for the rest of her life. I have to say I envy her somewhat, not because I think Spain is a better place for me to live in (I do miss the old homestead, from time to time), but rather because it is a country which doesn't take itself as seriously as the UK or the USA. People work hard only while they have to, and then spend their hard-earned cash on having fun. Of course, one thinks about the future, but everything is viewed with a "I will work for it, but no to the detriment of my psychological wellbeing" perspective.

What with two months left to officially need to be here, it's no surprise I'm thinking up of any old excuse to stay just that little bit longer.

Opinion? Opinion?! OPINION?!

You get it if you get it; otherwise, forget it...

So, the polls have closed, and the public has spoken (all six of you): -

What Do You Think of the New Layout?
Great! It's Perfect! - 3 votes
Horrible! Change it back! - 2 votes
Good. You could make a few changes, here and there... - 1 vote
Not Bad. No real need for a change, though... - 0 votes
I couldn't care less... - 0 votes (though I suspect this is the real winner)

So, by the skin of its teeth, the most gratifying answer wins. Except, the close second is its polar opposite. I, personally, am floating somewhere between "Great!" and "Good". But, since I bothered to ask the masses, I need more than a vote. I want constructive criticism, damnit!

I already know of one person who hates it (not naming any names, TIM), but what about the rest of you? Why do you think the way you do, and what can I do to improve the blog? So come on, put your money where your mouth is. I dare you...

Thursday, 30 April 2009

100 Days

The President of the United States of America: Who's he when he's at home, then...?

They say that a week is a long time in politics. We're veritably at the 29th century after 100 days, I suppose.

I could go on and on about today, but there are so many other bloggers banging on about Barack Obama and the importance of the 100-day hallmark, that I shall refer you to the BBC News Feature and The Guardian's report from two days ago.

He's done a lot up until now, but let's not forget there are 1461 days until 20th January 2013...