Gurkha Highlander 2010- Day 3

The memorial service for Gurkha Highlander went off exceptionally well last night - even the sun came out, and the hills had that magnificent grandeur they take on when cloud and sun come together in a certain way.We had a lovely message read out to us from Joanna Lumley, which I know is now being disseminated through the media.
You may not know this but Joanna was married to her present husband in Fort William- just along from where we are climbing the seven summits.
Frank in the Spean Bridge Hotel had again produced his best curries, and everyone had a jolly party afterwards.
Today the lads climbed Creag Meagaidh, getting up and down in about 5 hours,although two of them did it in about 4.
When I went back to pick them up I donned my walking boots again and headed up the hill. After about 45 minutes two ladies and a dog came running towards me - I would have to say they were of the " broad bosomed, bold, becalmed, benign " of Balham fame - except their broad bosoms were anything but becalmed as they jounced about with each step. They steamed past with a cheery wave and I conti. After another 5 minutes or so, two of the boys ( who were in training for Trailwalker until they got an injury so are now in recovery training)came flying down the path towards me. I dug in my pocket and held out the van key,which one of them grabbed out of my hand on the way past.
I turned back at that point...
The leader today was a senior serving officer, whose connection is that he was in
10th Gurkhas as a Captain. The more astonishing thing about him is that he was in a class of 7 at Stirling University in his youth, along with Jack McConnel and Tommy Sheridan.He also had Eric Joyce with him, well known as the MP who claimed the most ever expenses. Amongst other subjects they were studying politics, and the discussions must have been wonderful.
Tonight we are having Baht at the organiser's house in Kingussie - followed by another party/fundraiser in the Silverfjord hotel.
Should be fun...

Elections

Ok I admit it, I have a bet on that the Tories will have a majority and even more than 2 seats in Scotland.
I only ever bet £5 - it's proving the point, not the money. My best "coup" was not when John Major won the 1992 election ( though I had £5 on that) but when he won the leadership from Mrs. T.
But it wasn't my bet.
I was sitting in a car with a chap whose nickname was ( is) Dealaday. His wife in the back seat was complaining bitterly about all the horrible men who had forced her out, and Dealaday said he was going to put £1000 on Heseltine.
I told him he was crazy and the ( at that time just the MPs) party would never condone matricide.
" So who would you bet on?"
" I have £5 on John Major". He looked at me as if I had two heads. It happens to me frequently.
" You're mad."
" Wait and see."
He thought for a moment.
Then he reached for the carphone and spoke to his bookie.
" What are the odds on John Major?" I think they were 5/1 from memory and he promptly put £1000 on.
The rest is history - and apart from the £25 I won myself, I got a cheque for £500 from Dealaday.
I didn't start to tell you all that - I was thinking about election night.
It's the only night of the quinquennial when politicians cannot hide, spin or lie.
They are exposed naked and trembling before the power of those they have ignored for years.
I sincerely hope the worst offenders will get the chop ( I'm thinking particularly of Ed Balls) but there are others too.
We shall see.
PS
And by the way, I happen to think JM wasn't such a bad PM - I'm sure history will prove him to have been right in lots of things ( and Blair and Brown wrong in lots and lots)

Very clever goats

Meanwhile, back in Romania, they have a Presidential election this coming Sunday.
If it was down to the number of posters, Mircea Geoana would win by a mile. But Alin assures me the present incumbent ( Basescu) will be the winner.
" You see, Mr. King, it's like this. If you are Coca Cola, you don't doing much advertising. But if you are Sighisoara Cola, then you must doing much advertising just to get little business."
I'm not 100% sure his argument is valid, but all the other candidates names end in "escu" .There are cases of mothers forcing their daughters into marriages with men just because their name ended in "escu". For some reason you are regarded as an important person. In fact, I was recently introduced as "Learescu" just to make the point...
The weather here is beautiful and warm - 17C today and the most brilliant blue sky. There is the odd wisp of smoke as the gloaming sets in, rising straight up, which is very picturesque.
This is the time of year when the ploughing has to be done so we spent most of today checking that the people doing it were in the right places. It's surprising how often our next door neighbours get their fields ploughed for free...
We went to the Mayor for a cup of coffee and ended up having special sausages made from goat and pig. I was slightly suspicious so we went to check on our goats to make sure it was only the sheep that the teethy wolves were eating. It looks as though the teethy wolves have been adding goats rather than subtracting them, as instead of 58 we now have 62 ( as far as I can calculate the absolute absolute maximum should be 56 and that's stretching it a bit), and all, I am assured, are pregnant. I find this a little hard to believe as it's only now that the billys are let lose on them, but we shall see, as Alin would say. We needed to build an additional shelter to house the new lot of kids, and this has been a major undertaking, with advice from everyone in the village as to exactly where it should be built.Also which way round. And how big, long, wide, high and of what. And what the party should be like when it is finished.
Whilst all this was going on the goat man , Dan and his two helpers had been quietly working away, and I was astonished to see a whole new building within 50 feet of the old one when I arrived there today.
I asked how much it had cost.
" Nothing," said Dan. Being Romania, this had not surprised me as much as it ought to have done.
It transpired the uprights and roof trusses had been donated by the forest man, in exchange for a goat and a pig. The roof was old metal sheets salvaged from cutting up a redundant water tank. The sides had been built using reclaimed block and bricks from various building sites round about. And of course the cement, sand nails etc. had simply appeared..
Now bearing in mind we don't actually have any pigs ( we ate ours this time last year), and it would mean we should only have 55 goats, and however you care to look at it most of the stuff was - how shall I put this delicately - stolen - I was a bit worried about the whole thing.
Dan assured me it was fine. Everyone who "donated" had been compensated. How? He had given them baby goats...and some sheep.
So my goat man steals sheep from my shepherd.
And the goats appear to have some form of alien reproduction as when we counted up the number of people who had been compensated, I reckon the most I should have is 48......
PS
You may be wondering about the pig as officially we don't have any. I'm reliably informed it had wandered into the goat pen and was then passed on to a third party...

Depression

Having been away for the last week, I have deliberately NOT looked up BBC.Co.UK. Unfortunately, I had to watch the news last night and this morning and I have immediately fallen into a complete depression. It must be psychological that after ignoring it all for a week, one forgets how dreadful things are and the reality drives one to despair once more.
Mind you, Andy Murray made it through last night, so that's something I suppose. His first set was truly appalling, and made me think that Jonah Brown had wished him luck. I'm physically incapable of watching tennis matches - every time one of the players hits the ball into the net I have a rush of illogical anger. Mrs. Lear spent all last night glued to the spectacle, so I just had to make do with the computer. Now I can see the point of iplayer....

Anarchy! Protest!Time for a nap!

Silversprite up in the Hebrides has a lovely picture of the G20 protests which you can see here. As an OAP I can relate to it absolutely....

What believing can do for you...

Matthew Parris as ever has an excellent article in the Times.
He makes the point forcefully that practically all the world's politicians are running around like headless chickens, because in general they are reacting to situations rather than looking at them broadly or through their principles. What principles you may ask - but read on...
"Did Gladstone, did Churchill, did Attlee, did Thatcher follow blueprints for their problems? Did they moan that the course was uncharted? When the challenge is unfamiliar, that's when you need politics; that's when you need philosophy, ideology, faith, hunch and the talent to link particular snarl-ups to a general view not only of how to manage traffic, but what cars are for. And you need the moral and intellectual confidence to follow your compass."
All these people had it. They had beliefs. They had principles. So when tested, they had the principles to guide them.
Not, as we have now, a party in power and a man in charge ( I use the term loosely) whose only idea is to do the opposition down, and extend state control.
George Osborne gave a speech yesterday to the Birmingham Chamber of Commerce. Don't forget it was one of the scions of Birmingham politics, a Chamberlain, who used the same event many years ago for a similar purpose - the redirection of his party. Many appear at the moment to think GO is a light weight, a tainted drink,not a helpful person in getting the Tories back into power. No one, however, has a greater thirst to put his policies into practice, nor the will and focus to achieve it. And before you ask what those policies are, they are the usual Conservative ones of sound money, value for money, an honest day's pay for an honest day's work - pretty much all of which have been destroyed by the present government.
Parris has this to say:"The Shadow Chancellor had stepped back, asked what at root he and David Cameron believed in, what at root they thought was wrong, followed this through to its consequences for policy, taken a deep breath - and said it in plain language. In a nutshell, that the banking bubble was part cause but also part symptom of our having lived beyond our means; that payback time is coming; and that in future we must cease rigging personal, business and national finances in favour of borrowing.
Right or wrong in its particulars, wise or ill-considered in its general sweep, Mr Osborne's speech stands as an example of what politics should be for: taking a view, a view of the whole, a view of your own; finding your explanation of the world; and navigating by that star. Deciding. And leaving managers to manage. That's what politics is for. "
Great stuff.Go for it.

How to destroy the middle classes

Chris Dillow on Stumbling and Mumbling has an excellent post today ( not that they aren't always, especially those with pictures of well endowed young ladies with a minimum of clothes).
I did my economics a long time ago, and I had forgotten that borrowing and saving are two halves of the same coin - someone can't borrow unless somebody else has saved.
So the explosion in Government borrowing should not be a shock. We are all saving or paying down debt in one way or the other ( either through thrift or because the banks won't give us any money) so the Government is the only body that can borrow to balance the equation.
PoliticalBetting has a copy of the Mail's headline today, mentioning £2 trillion as what the UK Government now actually owes. This is quite scary as the Yanks, including all their present bailouts, only owe about £7.5trillion - and their economy is considerably more than 4 times bigger than ours. In effect we are over 100% of GDP and the US still only about 75%.
I was speaking with a person who is a real spook recently, and he was saying that he had been astonished at the vitriol that was being poured over this government and Brown in particular. In a narrow sense I suppose the thought was that people tend not to blame in quite the way they have recently.
But on further reflection, and ignoring all the spin ( or lies depending on your point of view), what Brown has done is reduce lots of people to near-penury. Even at the worst point of the last recession, there was quite a large middle-class band that was doing OK. Brown's profligacy, and subsequent taxation policies, has reduced that band considerably, with many falling out of it altogether. As lots of other posts today have pointed out, everything was going along just fine whilst Blair and Brown stuck with the inherited Tory budgets and policies - it was only subsequently that it began to fall apart. I doubt those middle classes will ever vote Labour in the same numbers again. I believe that after the next election the political landscape in the UK may change forever- and I don't mean we will have a permanent Conservative government, but the growth of radical parties across the spectrum.
In my view the critical bit of language/spin was Brown's forever mentioning his "investment" in various areas.
In fact, of course, this was just one more lie. The investment made was largely dead expenditure - whilst real investment was conducted under PFI. It's rather like taking £250 cash out of the hole in the wall, blowing it all on a party, then borrowing £10 to pay the interest on the money spent.
It's Brown wot did it. And because he did it, millions more thought it was OK for them to do it too.
Unfortunately.