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AV or not AV?

Wednesday, May 4th, 2011

Tomorrow we are being given a chance to do something that only one other bunch of people have ever had the chance to do in this country. Yet because of a piss-poor campaign (on both sides) and a deliberate and cynical obfuscation of the way AV works (from the No Campaign) most of the country can’t be bothered to go out and vote about the future of our voting system.

Babyfather and I spent a lot of time discussing the relative pros and cons, and came from different sides of the argument, but eventually both agreed that a Yes vote is the most progressive and the most fair way to vote tomorrow.

Several weeks ago, we were told that despite having blatantly lied to us, the No campaign would not be censured in any way whatsoever, as there is no law governing referenda. So I wanted to clarify just a few small things.

Money

The No Campaign kicked off with its posters making ridiculous claims. No2AV-baby-posterAs in the poster shown here, they claimed that £250 million would be spent on electoral reform. They still have this claim live on their website now. A few points of clarity here:

a. The figures quoted include the cost of the referendum.

b. We don’t need electronic vote counting machines – as claimed. There are no plans to implement them if AV is implemented. This cost accounts for £130 million of the £250 million claimed.

No to AV page 3c. The claims for the voter education are wildly inflated. They were based on the voter education costs in Scotland for the Single Transferable Vote – which is universally recognised as being a far more complex system than AV.

Of the assumptions about our intelligence which mean that the No Campaign says that we will not understand AV, more later. But what I found interesting was that when I received my postal leaflet from the No to AV campaign, they included a simple graphic on the page which follows the cost claims. If it’s so easy to explain, then why would it cost so much to educate voters?

d. It is distasteful and inaccurate to infer that if we get AV, then vital medical facilities will be compromised.  The campaign used a whole raft of other signifiers in these posters – underfunded police officers, soldiers without adequate protection, newly born babies in need of maternity units – to appeal to middle Englanders who would take these claims at face value. But what a load of tosh! The economy is a balancing act which is not made up of these simplistic binary choices, as an analysis by New Statesman shows.

The “complexity” of AV

Pvoting_flowcharterhaps it’s because they’re inherently more intelligent than us. You know, our political parties?  Who all elect their leaders through AV.  Whatever the reason, I for one find it insulting to be told the electorate won’t understand AV.

The current system means that if we’re on the left, we have to take into account what way we think the vote is going to go and then to second guess that outcome before deciding which way to cast our own vote. This great flowchart from Anthony Smith shows how much easier the AV system really is.

And this leads me on to

The fairness of AV

This is the point which makes me the angriest. We are a centre-left leaning country, with about 30-40% of our voters being conservatives. The remainder – with dips and peaks depending on prevailing political thought and circumstance – is usually about 65% of the electorate. Yet for the last 100 years our government has been dominated by the Tories.  Thatcher had a mandate to rule with around 30% of the vote.  This is because we on the left split the vote.

If I’m going to the cinema with a group of friends, the likelihood is that I’ll have a few choices in mind so that overall we are able to reach a consensus about what we’d all like to see. Dan Snow’s explanation uses another every day example to show that AV is fair and simple to grasp.

I am a hard-wired labour voter, but over the years (assuming we had an AV system) I would have used my first choice preference for The Green Party had I known that my second choice would be counted too.  And don’t let them fool you when they say this effectively gives me two votes. It doesn’t. If the Greens are eliminated, my second choice is counted.  My first is not. It means that far more people have a voice in who is elected.

5630975562_0c1be38ee2When trying to show how unfair AV would be, the No campaign has focused on sports events. This misses the point entirely – as such events are decided on the talent, strength or prowess of a contestant, not how many people vote for them. An election is not a race. But even using their decidedly bizarre logic, it doesn’t add up. One of the examples used was this campaign van which showed two boxers. This included the indefensible claim that “under AV the loser can win.” In a two-man contest such as this, the loser cannot win – that is the point – that you need a majority to win, and with two contestants, one of them will have it. But add in more contestants, and for instance, a judging panel, and then you have to take into account different opinions, and AV allows these to be represented more fairly.

A miserable little compromise

This is one thing I agree with the No Campaign on. It is a compromise. It could be better – my personal reference is for AV plus, which Roy Jenkins suggested in 1998. This system balances out any lack of PR that AV leaves.

But, heartbreakingly, the left-wing supporters of No to AV seem to have fallen hook line and sinker for a very clever little piece of rightwing rhetoric. It may not be ideal. But it is all we are currently being offered. If we vote for AV now, we may open the way to further reform. If we don’t, we close down the argument entirely

We should vote AV to show our disapproval of the LibDems

It would appear that a high proportion of people are going to the polls tomorrow with the intention of giving Nick Clegg a bashing. I understand this. Although I worry that he is shouldering a far greater share of our disapprobation than Cameron, who is the architect of so much of the disastrous policy now being implemented, I believe he has let down the people who voted for him as a new left alternative.

But this is not Nick Clegg’s vote.  This is our vote. We can now choose to lock in Tory power or to allow the left-wing leaning majority to get more and fairer representation.

Eskil Ronningsbakken

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Wow.  Just slowly gearing up for a busy Friday when the Guardian homepage drew my attention to the balancing artist Eskil Ronningsbakken.

As a sufferer of vertigo (I even get a rush of fear, nausea and exhileration if I drop something down the stairs!) these pictures caused me much discomfort and some amazement.  I recommend a look.

From The Guardian

Fredalo (or Watergate)

Monday, March 19th, 2007

Returning late from dinner with family friends last night, Babyfather turned the radio on to find out the England cricket scores. Radio 5 live had been taken over with a live phone-in to discuss the ‘disgraceful’ behaviour of vice-captain Freddie Flintoff when he went out on the piss with a group of 5 other members of the England world cup squad. One woman phoned in and said that he clearly has an alcohol problem for which he should be punished, and when questioned on this, said that he had let us all down with his antics.

 Freddie – likes a pint.

Firstly. I can’t be the only person to think that what happened was quite funny, can I?

Secondly, if he does (which I strongly believe not to be the case) have a drink problem then he should receive sympathy and support, and offered treatment, not censure. The comments on the show I heard and on online news sites this morning are horrid – treating alcoholism as a choice and a disgrace rather than a devastating illness which wrecks lives.

Thirdly. Since when did the nation’s sportsmen owe us something? Since when did they become accountable for a nation’s distress when they don’t perform to the best standard? I can assure the bizarrely misguided caller who I heard last night that Flintoff wants England to win the world cup a whole lot more than mere spectators, even fans so dedicated that they spend their lives and their money travelling round the world with the Barmy Army. As far as I am aware, my tax dollar does not fund the England cricket team, and much as I love to watch them and hope that they win, I don’t think it’s my right to have an Ashes/World Cup winning cricket team.

Fourthly. Since when did sportsmen become the pillars of morality which they seem to be expected to be now? A sample of comments on the Evening Standard’s website This is London read “Flintoff is a chav. The moment he appeared with a short sleeved T- shirt & tattoo’s in Australia it was clear he was unfit to lead England at cricket. So it has proved, he should be warned, shape up or ship out, drunken louts not required.” “All we hear about nowadays is sportsmen behaving badly. Before playing for your country was about pride but its all about the ‘celebrity’ side of it now. These sportsmen are role models to youngsters and should act responsibly not like drunken teenagers.”

Nonsense. All they want is to play cricket. They didn’t ask to be role models, and it is not their fault if the tabloid press use non-stories like these to illustrate their own thundering, (and hypocritical) morality. And anyway, what’s wrong with going out and getting drunk? Flintoff is 29 and world famous. Nasser Hussein may point to a drink problem in the team, but after the few months he’s had, wouldn’t anyone want a bit of a bender?

Finally. Cast your minds back to September 2005. We’d just won the ashes (I was there, at the Oval), and the lads had gone on a three day bender which included a grand parade on an open top bus, nights without sleep, interviews with the press which were barely coherent, and a visit to Downing Street where Freddie wasn’t the only one who admitted to being worse for wear. The players were offered tea and water, and after a quiet word the Prime Ministerial fridge was raided, and they were given beer and wine instead. Harmy was pictured with a beer on the children’s climbing frame. All the papers carried pictures of the victory parades, and glowing stories of their drunken antics. Here’s a report at the time, which starts with a snippet from a Vaughan interview

“Then, with a sly smile, he added: “It’s been a long night. We’ve celebrated in true English fashion.” One look at the players, smartly dressed but bleary-eyed after a late, late night, and still glugging down beer or flutes of champagne, told you that much was true.” Not that anyone cared. Two months ago, cricket was languishing in a peloton of sports behind football, now it’s sexy and cool. As Christine Simon from the Isle of Wight put it: “I don’t follow cricket usually, but this makes you feel proud to be British, it’s what the country needs. The atmosphere is marvellous.”

So what do we gather from this? That it’s ok to have a drink problem when the country is celebrating a win with you? That when you’ve won the Ashes you can take a break from the tabloid-imposed role model duties? Or just that the papers will make a story out of anything, and if Fletcher had had a quiet word, past captains hadn’t got on their sanctimonious high horse, and the media had accepted it was just a bit of fun, most of us wouldn’t have cared a toss about it, beyond it being a mildly amusing story?

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s salary

Sunday, April 23rd, 2006

I remember when I was not long out of University, when my career hadn’t really taken hold, and when, despite having had a couple of jobs I liked, I had, for one reason or another, not settled on what I wanted to do. As I had a year out, and then left the country for a year when I finished University, a lot of my friends had a two year career headstart on me, and I was daunted by the seeming ease of their success.

Looking back on it, what I was actually jealous of was the stability and purpose of these friends of mine who were seemingly very quickly conquering various worlds – the media, politics, the arts. What I remember being in awe of though was their salaries. One acquaintance, in their mid twenties, was working for a national broadsheet and already earning in the early £30 000s. I was living in Manchester, and when I finally graduated from an hourly temping rate, was on just about half that. I felt that my salary was part of what made up my worth, and felt demeaned by it.

I recognise now, of course, that I have friends who earn much less than me and those who earn much more, and that there are careers which have gone off-trajectory, and those which have succeeded despite the person’s not being as experienced or skilled as I believe I am. I recognise that there are trade-offs – those of my friends who work in the charity sector earn about three quarters of my salary, but don’t have to daily pit their morals in an argument against the hollowness of knowing that work they do ultimately has no benefit on anyone other than themselves and the capitalist system.

But the point of this little posting is the news this week about salaries in general – GPs, radio presenters and nannies having been under scrutiny in the press in the last few days. I believe we are obsessed as a nation with how much people earn, and that much as our obsession with property prices is based on insecurity, as I wrote about in a post over a year ago , so we find it easy to mentally value a person if we can quantify their income. I personally don’t think that GPs shouldn’t earn as much as MPs – I am certainly happier knowing that they are well paid than finding out what Jonathan Ross gets per hour on air for his weekly radio show, much as I like his work.

Anyway, in order to make some sense of the statistics, in a properly comparative manner, here is what some of the people in the headlines this week earn per hour, compared to some national averages, and some other high profile figures:

(All salaries are expressed annually, and then in hours, where an annual salary is divided by 52 to get a weekly figure, and then by 37.5 to get an hourly, except where, as in the case of Jonathan Ross, a different time commitment is known.)

2005 average national salary: £22,900; £11.74

Average national senior managers: £55,000; £28.21

Average national supervisor role: £24,000; £12.31

Average traditional labour jobs (such as foremen): £21,000; £10.77

Average national skilled labourer: £17,500; £8.97

Average national clerical staff: less than £15,000; £7.69

Jonathan Ross (just for his radio show): £530,000; £3397.44

Top earning GPs (according to tabloid press – 40 hour week): £250,000; £120.19

Average earning GPs (according to Patricia Hewitt – 52.5 hour week): £94,000; £45.19

Live-out nanny: up to £30,000; £15.38

Philip Green: £1.2bn; £615384.62

Elton John: £33m; £16923.077

David Beckham: £19.3m; £9897.44

Lucian Freud: £12m; £6153.85

Kate Moss: £11m; £5641.026

The Queen: £7.9m; £4051.28;

Jose Mourinho : £5.2m; £2666.67

Jamie Oliver : £3.75m; £1923.077

Natasha Kaplinsky : £475,000; £243.59

Barbara Windsor: £360,000; £184.62

Tony Blair: £277,928; £142.53

Cherie Booth: £250,000; £128.21

Sir Ian Blair: £215,000; £110.27

Ken Livingstone: £133,997; £68.72

The news

Friday, April 7th, 2006

I can’t be bothered to write anything about bird ‘flu (or to read any more about it, come to that) or, to give it its full Fleet Street name, “the deadly H5N1 virus”. As Babyfather commented last night, maybe if it had been given a cuddlier name it wouldn’t be such a virulent virus. We saw a picture of it on the news last night too, and it looks a bit like something out of Ricky Gervais’ Flannimals, which could explain its antisocial behaviour. Anyway, I am so bored of bird ‘flu that I am boring myself with these observations, and will give you an insight into the way I usually get inspiration for this blog.

In general, a piece of news will catch my eye and I will muse over it on the way to work/whilst lying awake at night wondering how I am going to turn over without my massive bump making me fall out of bed/whilst slipping into a trance like state in front of Deal or No Deal. I will then slowly form an opinion, edit out my more knee-jerk reactions, try and pretty-up any particularly thunderous or rabid responses it solicits in me, and engage myself in a somewhat masturbatory game of putting this opinion into phrases which I like to believe are beautifully turned, but still this side of pretentious.

My lunch hour at work will then unravel into a glorious afternoon of checking my computer rear view mirror for suspicious superiors or uppity juniors, who may find fault with my translating these thought processes into what you see before you, during work time.

Obviously this process changes from post to post, as some of them are just vacant ramblings and not news-based at all. But usually something will grab my attention enough to enter me into the process, and hold it enough for me to actually get me out of the process the other end. Call this an apology for laziness, if you will, but recently nothing has inspired me to write anything. I had a half-written piece on the Oscars, a few thoughts about writing something on the Estonian jam mountain (should that be lake?), and just today a half-arsed attempt at a post filled with wit and levity about the fact that Judas Iscariot has finally been given his right to reply in the press. But I got bored halfway through when I read about the caution with which the academic community is greeting the revelation. Apparently the text is from the second century and is therefore a second-hand gnostic interpretation of what happened. And it has something to do with The Da Vinci Code. I was almost comatose by the time I got to that bit – obviously inserted by the journalist in an attempt to make what was an interesting story which had become dull dull dull a bit more topical.

There is one piece of news out today that I love though, and that my imagination hasn’t stopped mulling over; and that is the delightful snippet which I saw on the beeb last night, and which is seemingly covered nowhere but on their website, detailing the fact that a policeman who put a youth in a bin in a Hackney park was cleared of charges. What’s not to like about this story? It was in Hackney, and although it doesn’t mention what park it was, if it was anything like the Hackney green spaces I know, the youth was almost certainly feral. The policeman got off, the father admitted that if the kid was being ‘lippy’ he should have been arrested, and the friend who filmed the whole thing on his mobile phone could be heard laughing throughout the video clip. At a time when Damilola Taylor’s parents are going to have to sit through another entire trial before having the chance of seeing their son’s killers brought to book, it is refreshing to see that a little kid who deserved a stern telling off by a responsible adult, can be given one without the world tearing its hair out.

Crikey. I sometimes scare myself with my reactionary sounding rhetoric. I can almost hear the words political correctness gone mad. Let me know your views – am I a closet Daily Express reader? I hope that actually, on reflection, the reason I enjoyed this story is because of the fact that the incident was caught on camera, and my reaction is good old fashioned laughing at another’s pain.