Disabled man in wheelchair wants to catch a train home.  Somehow, for some reason, the station staff refuse to put a ramp down to let him board.  Man films this, puts it on YouTube, then goes to media with the story.

Look at the DigitalSpy Forum thread where the chap relates his sorry tale.

Somehow, a small subset of the good people of DigitalSpy [are continuing to] fill a single forum thread with every single example of conjecture, pedantry, exaggeration, bollockery and counter-bollockery known to Internet Forum Man and Woman.  Arguments about the whys and wherefores of the situation dissipate and spin off into their own little eddies and vortices of angst and drama, and in the end the whole sorry affair looks like an Eton Mess of frustration and complication blended through a random number generator and thrown against a pebbledashed wall.   Read the thread from soup to nuts and the actual situation is barely decipherable.

After we’ve passed a point where the arguments traverse ‘Your last post was incorrectly spelled and your user profile smells of wee’, Godwin’s Law is the inevitable consequence.  Make your bets when the entire discussion becomes so heavy with bullshit it collapses in on itself.

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And I’ll never understand the dire response the US government in the days and weeks afterwards.  Just awful.

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I’ve seen sunsets everywhere, but this one was more spectacular than just about all of them.

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Yes, another iPhone 4 review.  18 months on from getting my grubby mitts on an iPhone 3G and it’s been a rollercoaster of a time as far as ownership experiences go.

Jebus Phone V4

The original 3G review (from early 2009: ‘Is that an iPhone in your pocket or are you happy to see me?‘) listed a few shortcomings which I was hoping would be overcome in the new version.

• Size: The new version is possibly the most svelte, sleek device I’ve used.  Marginally narrower than the old phone but noticeably slimmer and with a flat underside (Dime Bar?).  Both the front and back are pure glass.  This phone is designed to be dropped by half of its users, who will then cry into their beers when it shatters into a thousand expensive pieces.
• Tactile Feedback: Already accepted that tactile feedback wouldn’t catch on. I’ve become used to the phone responding to my every touch in the same manner as an ex-girlfriend.  Not quite ‘recoiling in horror’ but close enough.
• Camera: The original 3G camera (2 megapixels, no flash, no zoom, no focus) was surprisingly good.  But this one is fabulous.  5 megapixels, a flash, digital zoom, touchscreen auto-focus.  Can’t help but think this should have featured on the 3G some 18 months ago.  Still, better late than never.  I’ll soon be drawn into using the front-facing camera for FaceTime – but only after Sambuca has featured in an evening.
• MMS: Fixed.  Has been fixed for months. Not that I use it much anyway.
• Ringtones: One of these days Apple will relent and do something sensible.  Give us the ability to just choose a stored track as a ringtone.  It’s not a big deal, yeah?
• Keypad button sizes: My fingers are still the size of Cumberland sausages. No amount of firmware upgrades are going to fix this sad, genetic fact of life.  If Apple are going be of any use to me, they should include cosmetic digit surgery in update 4.0.2.

What’s most impressive about this phone is the compact, dense, weighty feel.  When you hold the thing it just exudes high quality workmanship. The rounded and glossy casing of the prior versions feels almost toy-like in comparison. The screen is a huge improvement; bright, great contrast and a resolution which defies belief.  Also a beef which irked me through the past 18 months has also been partially fixed; battery life is now almost comparable with other phones.  So far with heavy use it’s proven difficult to bring the charge percentage down at any real speed.  As the months go on and the ‘toy novelty’ factor dissipates alongside this heavy usage, that battery life will seem even more improved.

One more thing; the network matters.  18 months ago I lived in an area where Vodafone 3G signal and speed were measurable using an abacus and a sundial.  Since then – and especially in the London area – O2 really dropped the ball (as the former sole provider of iPhones in the UK) and have taken Vodafone’s lowly 283rd place in the great 3G League of Speed.  Even with iPhones available on all networks, Vodafone seems very zippy in comparison.

So yeah. There it is.  Get this, or get something else.

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The Old Man’s pub.

Down by the river.

Financial reality (amongst other things) eventually kicked in, and when looking to buy somewhere of my own, Zones 5 and 6 were the only realistic option. In some crazy ways I’ve sent myself into some bizarre suburban exile. Perversely that would explain why I’m finding it so enjoyable.

That and the absolute quiet on the streets, which is proving an odd and unexpected novelty to shake. For five years I’ve lived with the combination of plane, road and train noise. There’s never been a quiet moment on the streets. From 5am until near midnight, aircraft filled the sound gap when there wasn’t a truck, bus or train to be heard. Now – nothing. When walking around the neighbourhood I can pick up on other people’s conversations a hundred yards away. Living in the sticks has afforded me some weird sort of spidey-sense, and it’s as great as it is unnerving. Play GTA4 or Saints Row 2, find yourself a quiet corner of the map, and you’ll hear long periods of absolutely nothing punctuated by occasional voices. That’s just what it’s like.

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Watching England play in serious competition is akin to English food in the 1970s. Grey, lumpen, lukewarm slop served in a cracked bowl. There’s no flair, no passion, no purpose, no point. Until the English team and – more generally, English football – sort out a LOT of stuff on and off the pitch, there’s no way any England fan should expect anything serious of the national side when the pressure’s really on.

What today has done has reminded me that I’m no serious football fan, and that any disappointment was fleeting. It certainly helped not having any expectation to begin with.

(and now we return you to your regularly scheduled lives).

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In 1988, OMD was a new and exciting world for me, albeit vaguely familiar through earlier childhood. I played the crap out of this CD. I bored everyone to death with it. Everyone. “Ohh, listen to that bit!”. “Ohhh choirs!”. “Niiiice”. Even typing this I’m boring myself. They became my first proper musical passion, right as their Best Of had been released. Back then, a greatest hits album meant the related band were on their way out / about to wind up in court over some internal nastiness..and how right that was. Andy McCluskey and Paul Humphreys (along with Mal Holmes and Martin Cooper) musically divorced each other as official newsletter promises of new stuff went unfulfilled. In the meantime I’d religiously bought every single album, knew every song intimately, would wear out lovingly-compiled C90 tapes containing all the best bits.

At a rather crappy point in my life during early 1991, SOTSS and Sugar Tax came along as a happy distraction. I mentally spun with glee as McCluskey and his rag-tag bunch of session musos would turn up on Pebble Mill, The O-Zone or Wogan, pushing (admittedly an non great Gary Glitter-esque single) to number 3 in the UK and putting the Wirral firmly back on the popular shelves of Our Price. The album was very decent and thankfully almost contemporary. Naturally, the two follow-ups dropped in quality and the public’s fickle interest lapsed as they realised that a tinkly melody atop clattery rhythms and a over-used choir preset didn’t make for a continuing strong raft of sales. In short; 1990s OMD went from ‘really good’ to ‘ok’, as McCluskey lost direction and wrote songs for people ten years older than the chart-swaying public. ‘Universal’ saw Humphreys partially return to the fold, but by then it was all too late.

Meanwhile, musically, I moved on in the usual and expected ways. I discovered ambient, IDM, music with real geetars and drums, music with no chance of coming anywhere near a chart run-down. To me, OMD are like the archetypal dusty cassette in the back of the cupboard. They’ve barely featured in the true Big Moments of my late 20s and early to mid 30s. Boards of Canada, New Order and Aphex Twin took those moments. And yet, a bunch of years and reunion gigs later, we’re on the cusp of seeing the first OMD-proper album since 1986′s ‘The Pacific Age’ – an album which indicated their wheezing, dying gasps of their ability to work together. ‘The History Of Modern’ is expected to be released in the late summer of 2010.

This time we’ll be devoid of the Weir Bros brass section (no bad thing). But – and here’s where it gets frustrating – we’re promised the ‘best album we’ve done since Architecture & Morality’. Please don’t make those promises. Please don’t set the expectations that high. How about just releasing something and letting us decide?

I worry about hating this. I’ve been able to ignore the ‘Sister Marie Says’ demo, mainly because it’s so McCluskey cliched it’s understandable why it may not surface at all in its current form. In a way, I’ve been waiting for 24 years for this. And even though my musical tastes have moved on, there’s a bit of me that won’t let go of this band completely. I really want it to be good, and to be popular, and to be admired. For this album, we’ve been waiting, looking skyward. So please McCluskey, Humphreys, Cooper and Holmes; don’t let it be shit?

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Hip hip hurra!

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And yes. Inadvertently. Any pundit that infers the British public knew exactly what they were doing to get us to the current situation (and yes, many have inferred just this) really overplays our collective intelligence as an electorate. The outcome is a result of people not being convinced enough to turn in any one specific direction. No set of voters bought into any one party’s arguments more than any of the others.

Politicians just didn’t do good enough a job of persuading people to vote for their cause. Maybe the Tories made such enemies in their last stint in office that our memories run too deep to give them another chance. Maybe Gordon Brown’s reminders that the entire universe is in recession and not just the UK have gone unheeded. Maybe Nick Clegg worse a naff tie on the third debate and voters wimped out when it mattered. Nonetheless, the attempt at post-election shutting of the Westminster stable door after the horse has bolted is hilarious. The political parties – or at least two of them – are suffering because of the electoral system they deserve to have and refuse to change. I hope these thrills last until the very end.

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So on a calm May evening in 2010, I’ve been able to exercise my democrat right here in a quiet London suburb. You don’t need to know who I voted for. But you need to know how good it feels..fuck..how exciting it can be, and how important the act of placing pieces of paper into plastic ballot boxes is.

I don’t understand those that don’t give a shit.

I don’t understand those that don’t vote, then whine for five solid years about some aspect of government.

I don’t understand those that don’t understand / WANT to understand.

It’s fine to claim tiredness from the coverage which fills the media for a month before the Big Day, and it’s understandable that some of the reporting is so unbearably awful it will drive a non-drinker to the nearest bottle of Shiraz. And our electoral system isn’t perfect. Some claim that the fate of the UK’s election result lays with a mere 100,000 people. And ‘first past the post’ isn’t ideal, we all get it. Many of the people we’ll vote for are dreadful human beings. We can’t stand them as our elected arbiters of moral decency. Many of them can’t stand us as the trustworthy, intelligent, informed voting public.

So it’s imperfect, but right now it’s all we have. And it’s ours. Not using your vote, not feeling a little privileged at having such a right – I find that baffling. If you’ve not voted, go do it. You have two and a half hours left.

(and if you’ve voted for the first time today..nice going, and welcome to the club )

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