On Gary Lineker

Right.
Before we begin: the T&Cs. Because I know that this post is going to annoy some people, and if it does, I really do want to it to be for all the right reasons. So…

This post is NOT about:
The rights or wrongs of the UK Government’s new policy on immigration.
The rights or wrongs of the opinions of Gary Lineker on said policy.

There is enough stuff out there about those things, and I’m not even providing a link to anything about this story, because this is a political thing and so the views out there on this are completely polarised and will either strike you as “spot on” or “bullshit hate speech” depending on your political stance. It’s not difficult to google “Gary Lineker”, click the “News” tab, choose your site, read the article and then either applaud or rage. Have fun.

My point is rather more about Gary Lineker’s contract with the BBC. Contracts are important things. Gary Lineker wouldn’t get paid for his Match of the Day work if he didn’t have a contract. But it’s a two way street, because equally, he wouldn’t have to turn up for his Match of the Day work if he didn’t have a contract. But he does turn up and he does get paid, so everyone’s happy*.

The thing is, because he’s working for the BBC, Gary Lineker earns more than £1,350,000 of taxpayers’ money each year. Is that reasonable? IT DOESN’T MATTER – that’s not what we’re discussing here.
But when he signed the contract to allow him to be paid that amount of money, he also agreed to abide by the BBC’s guidelines on social media use. Is that fair? IT DOESN’T MATTER – that’s not what we’re discussing here.

The fact is that the two-way contract street says that yes, he gets paid, but no, he can’t share his political opinions on social media. And by signing that contract, he tacitly said that he was ok with not expressing his political opinions on social media, as long as the BBC paid him £1,350,000 to present MOTD.

And because it’s a two way street, and no-one has got you at gunpoint signing anything, you always have a choice:
Don’t like the terms of the contract?
Don’t sign it.
Don’t present MOTD.
Express your political opinions freely on social media.

But also, don’t get paid £1,350,000 a year.

You can’t have your cake and eat it.

And so, whether you agree with the Government policy or not, and whether you agree with Gary Lineker’s opinions or not, is completely immaterial here. He clearly broke one of the terms of his contract, and, just like you or I or anyone else who is lucky enough to have a job might expect if we broke one of the terms of our contract, his employers have taken issue with that. But are they right t… IT. DOESN’T. MATTER.
Stop bringing your emotions and politics into a simple black and white issue.

The upshot of this is several-fold:

  • There will be no MOTD presenters or commentators this evening, and the BBC viewers will instead have the international PLP feed – including Jim Beglin. Eish.
  • The BBC will be pronounced by both political sides as biased. (An aside: the fact that one can look at such polarised political opposites both complaining that the national broadcaster is prejudiced against their particular viewpoint actually indicates to me that the BBC is doing quite a good job of being impartial.)
  • Gary Lineker will either back down (nope) or he will have to leave the BBC and be seen (by some people at least) as some sort of martyr for free speech. But…
  • The more likely outcome will be that the BBC (and/or any other employer watching this and not wanting all this shit coming their way) will surely make their contracts clearer and more restrictive when it comes to this issue, thus “stifling” “free speech” even further.

Personally (and again, this is without prejudice towards this case – this goes for each and every one of them), I would love it if the opinions of celebrities and TV personalities weren’t given more credence and gravity simply because of their public status. It’s ridiculous that because Matt le Tissier had a somewhat successful career as a footballer in the 80s and 90s, we should somehow pay particular attention to his views on vaccines. It’s pathetic that because Gwyneth Paltrow won an Oscar for her acting ability, we should consider her as some sort of expert on nutrition.
Happen to be a minor celebrity because you were the keyboard player for a 90s band and you have several qualifications in particle and quantum physics? Then that’s fine: you tell us all about the universe. But tell us about it because of your academic qualifications, and not because you came up with the riff on the band’s big hit.

The Gary Lineker issue is clearly very emotive and multi-factorial. But while there are many difficult conversations to be had around each of those matters, it seems to me that him clearly choosing not to obey one of the terms of his contract with the BBC is probably the most simple thing to grasp of them all.
Equally, how that breach of contract is dealt with shouldn’t be complex at all, but given the inevitable outrage from the all-knowing public, it almost certainly will be.

* I know, I know.

From Nothing To A Little Bit More

New Lathums album day. And I’m enjoying it. Plenty of what they’re good at, and a little bit extra.

It’s good stuff.

And because familiarity is important, it was good to kick off with songs like Struggle, Sad Face Baby and Say My Name, all of which we knew and loved (and the last of which maybe the Tall Accountant might actually go for, as well). But then there are other tracks like Rise and Fall, Facets and Land and Sky, which I didn’t know, but which have that classic Lathums feel that makes them instantly likeable and easy to enjoy.

There’s variety too, though. Hawley-esque and Motown vibes in I Know Pt 1. Housemartins’ happiness on Lucky Bean. The epic 8 minutes plus of storytelling on Undeserving. And for me, the stand out track: Crying Out. Such power and passion.

And then – and I really don’t want this to be the thing you remember from this post about what is a very good album, but – there’s Turmoil. That’s the name of the track, as well as the effect on my feelings, because this one also sounds a bit familiar, but it’s not Lathums familiar…

And worryingly (worryingly for a number of different reasons), I was able to work out what familiar it was ever so quickly. Remember this?

Look, I really do think that it’s more a problem with me, rather than with the Lathums, to whom I apologise profusely for casting any aspersions. But music is meant to take you places, and just for a moment, I was back on the 1988 French Exchange Trip to Dornes.

Not where I was expecting to be today.

Goodbye Motty

Sad news this morning that John Motson – the original football commentator in Britain – has died.

He commentated on almost 2,500 games, including 10 World Cups and 29 FA Cup Finals. But I remember him for the smaller games too. He was just ubiquitous.

Here he is at Wycombe Wanderers in 1990 in the image that made his trademark sheepskin coat… well… a trademark.

He was the voice of football for my generation. A class apart: especially when compared to today’s egotistical pundits and commentators.

EDIT: A lovely Guardian piece on some of his best moments.

19

Bringing back memories of Paul Hardcastle’s epic 1985 anti-war dance hit… er… 19:

Why? Well, today marks exactly 19 years since I arrived on these shores. OK, I was somewhat older than 19, but that’s beside the point.
Often referred to as “my favourite import” by my South African wife in the early days, more recently, I’ve learned to take a bit a back seat while several packets of Holland and Barrett’s Yoghurt Coated Brazil Nuts do the driving.

Find your place. Settle. It’s all good.

Anyway. It’s been a whirlwind 6940 days with very few regrets along the way. Onward and upward for the next 19, n-n-n-n-19 years.

Scarboroughs

A quick touristy trip around the peninsula today – sticking coastal to avoid the oppressive heat.

Baboons – no
Ostriches – yes

And this tropical (unedited, phone pic) view from Scarborough:

Yes, yes. Never mind the people ignoring the “dogs must be on a leash” sign they just walked past. This is South Africa, so that meant other people’s dogs.
Rather just look at all the colours – but not too much: after all, this is South Africa.

It made me wonder what things were like in the original Scarborough today. So I found a webcam and took a look:

Mmm. Still some hardy souls on the sand there. And is that someone sitting on the bench in the foreground? Nutter.

It might have been hot here today, and I do love a seaside resort out of season, but I think I’d rather have the shiny blues and crystal clear water, thank you very much.