Wednesday, 24 August 2011

I refer the reader to my previous comments...

Just a couple of quickies. Conscientious readers will recall an earlier post about how "survey" results often tell you more if you switch them round. In this context, I read the other day that "40% of people are feeling worse off in August". Which means of course that 60% of people, i.e. the majority, are not feeling worse off. Given the way the world is at the moment, that strikes me as pretty remarkable.

This links nicely to another previous post which lamented the decline in freedom of speech. One of the examples given was a government advisor who'd had to resign after saying that, far from suffering from the current global economic woes, many people would actually be better off, due largely to the low cost of borrowing. If you needed any proof that he was right (but being clever, I'm sure you didn't) then this survey seems to provide it. Don't expect the advisor got his job back though.

Along the same lines, the historian David Starkey has come in for some serious flak for daring to suggest that there's a racial element, or at least a cultural element linked to race, to the recent riots. Who knows whether he's right but as he himself said, there are some things one is just not allowed to talk about these days, no matter that they may be correct and therefore of not inconsiderable help in solving problems.

I wonder if this happens in science? I do hope not. Can you imagine a situation where a particle physicist was simply unable to float an idea simply because the science world regarded it as taboo or not politically correct, for some obscure and/or misguided reason? Goodness knows what discoveries we might have missed: no chance of a cure for cancer becuase no one will fund the research due to it being contrary to the fashionable views of the day.  

That said, we are pretty much there when it comes to green stuff, aren't we? There's a huge amount of doubt about the nature of global warming but despite this, governments are taking far-reaching decisions based on the absolute, 100%, unchallengeable need to be green. There's got to be a good chance that one day we are going to wake up and realise that diverting massive resources into windmills and the like was a waste of time and money and has got us into a complete mess. How silly will we all feel then?

When your lights go out because there's not enough power stations and all the money's been blown on a few becalmed windmills, and when you get that next thumping increase in your electricity bill, remember that it's all down to limitations on freedom of speech. Well that and the fear amongst so many of us to say things which are unfashionable.

Ah, yes - fashion. I feel another post coming on...

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Cause of the riots revealed: it's the smoking ban!

I thought I ought to say something about the riots. An appalling business. I'm trying hard not to go into hanging and flogging mode, which is tough, and think creatively about causes.

One obvious thing is that if the police stand around and allow people to nick stuff then a lot of other people will want a piece of the action. Who wouldn't enjoy a night out watching fires and breaking glass with the bonus of coming home with a new TV and some upmarket threads? Sounds good to me. Of course most of us don't do that sort of thing but clearly there's a fair number of people who are less inhibited by those annoying moral scruple things. The original trouble was pretty obviously due to a local Tottenham gang trying to get some retribution from the police who'd gunned down one of their number. Unjustified, undesirable but understandable. But the way it spread was due to the kind of opportunism I've mentioned, no doubt also fuelled by gang culture and I expect some of those shady class war anarchist types who lurk about in society's dark corners and who would have seen the Tottenham troubles as a golden opportunity for giving "the man" a bloody nose.

Let's nail this idea that it had something to do with the oppressed "deprived underclass", desperate for a square meal and some shoes for their unshod urchin children. I'm not even going to give this argument the dignity of examination but what I will do is give you a kind of related hypothesis to mull over.

The basic premise is that people want to be free to do what they want. Now, if "what they want" involves stuff like violence and theft then it's hard to find a society anywhere where there's not a consensus which says this sort of behaviour should be discouraged and punished. But the laws in most countries go way beyond this and all sorts of minor freedoms are restricted in all sorts of ways which are not necessarily supported by consensus.

How about parking as a for instance? Continuing my series of undergraduate reminiscences, I often used to drive the couple of miles to university and I could park the car, completely legally and completely free, just a short stroll from the lecture theatre.  Just try doing that in Manchester today, or anywhere else for that matter. More pertinently, given recent events, I used to drive regularly to Tottenham to watch the might Spurs play and park just a stone's throw (excuse unfortunate metaphor) from the ground. You'd find it hard to park for free in the same borough these days.

I find this really annoying and I'm not at all sure it's justified. It has more to do with local authorities seeing parking charges as a revenue stream than merely a way of regulating supply and demand for parking spaces. I also find the smoking ban annoying and unjustified. I imagine that other people would say the same about any number of other restrictions on individual freedom.

If you try and squeeze an inflated balloon into a box, you will find that when you push one bit in, another bit will pop out, the volume of air in the balloon being a constant that no amount of squeezing will reduce. I'm suggesting that an individual's desire for freedom of action is also a constant and that if you restrict people in certain ways, this desire for freedom is likely to pop out, balloon-like, in other ways and those ways may be very unwelcome.

It may not be the complete answer but my recommendation is this: cut people a bit of slack. Get rid of a few laws, like the smoking ban. Make it easier to park the damn car. Abolish the hunting ban. Stop nagging people to death with all this green nonsense: having to shove different bits of waste into different bags is enough to make anyone want to start a riot. I'm not sure that all this would absolutely guarantee no rioting in the future, ever, but it would certainly help.

If people aren't on the streets, they won't riot. Want to get people off the streets? Let them smoke in pubs.

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

Festival update - Hayseed Dixie rule!




Well we survived Cropredy. Actually that's not saying much as this is one of the more genteel festivals, in keeping with the advanced age of most attendees. You park right next to your tent (no lugging of stuff across muddy fields, in deference to those of us with dodgy backs), the loos are a cut above the norm (they even have proper porcelain ones!), you can plonk your folding chairs on a prime spot first thing in the knowledge they will stay put all day and there's a special shop selling pipes and slippers. I'm joking on this last one of course - but only just. There is in fact always a surprisingly large number of youngsters there but they're probably the offspring of hardened Cropredy veterans (it's been going over 30 years) and are pre-programmed at birth to head, zombie-like, to this corner of Oxfordshire in the second weekend of August every year, come what may.


For those who don't spend all day dozing or pottering around in their caravan, there's some music of course. Given that Cropredy is run by Fairport Convention, it's known as a folk festival but anyone expecting fingers firmly placed in ears, wall to wall beards and Arran sweaters would be surprised at the eclectic mix on offer. Last year we even had Status Quo and they don't come much more non-folky than that. Unless you count the Buzzcocks and Nick Kershaw, other recent beat combos to appear. This year's equivalents were UB40 and the Blockheads. The final headliners are Fairport (natch) who always do a 3 hour set on the Saturday night. Yes you read right: 3 hours. It's quite an endurance test, for all concerned. The saving grace is supposed to be the "special guests" who come on to do a turn. A couple of years ago we had Cat Stevens/Yusaf plus Richard Thompson ("or God, as he's known around here") and before that, Robert Plant, no less.

 But things are going downhill. Last year we were treated (I use the word not just loosely but incorrectly) to a large chunk of some rock opera-type thing called Excalibur. I won't bore you but when I say the creator of this magnum opus is a French bloke you will be thinking, quite rightly, that we are slipping rapidly into Spinal Tap territory. This year wasn't too much better with Fairport doing the whole of their 1971 album Babacombe Lee (it's not great) and the closest we came to a special guest was Ralph McTell. With all due respect to good old Ralphy, he's no Robert Plant. At the end of this 3 hour marathon, Fairport always finish with Meet on the Ledge. It's the law. Everyone holds hands or waves their arms about and sings along, fireworks go off and we try and forget that the writer of this excellent song (yes it's Richard Thompson again) left the band about 40 years ago, since when they've done nothing new that comes close. Then we head off for one last night under canvas in a state of bliss...or something.

Never mind this though, Cropredy remains a great few days in the country. Cropredy's a super village, with a shop, a cricket club, two pubs and a canal. Or is it a river? There's narrow boats anyway, oh, and a canoe club. You know you're at the right place when the huge tarpaulins in front of the PA either side of the stage are not advertising a mobile phone but real beer: Wadworth's 6X to be precise. Tanker loads of the stuff are sold at what is apparently the largest outside bar in the universe. There is no backstage bar so you get to hobnob with the stars, even if the best we did was "whispering" Bob Harris and Steve Gibbons. But Robert Plant was spotted too, only spectating this year. Oh, and one of the blokes from the Coral.



The Coral were excellent by the way. But the real stars of the 3 days were Hayseed Dixie. They were absolutely fantastic: not only very funny patter plus of course their trademark bluegrass versions of hard rock songs (e.g. Highway to Hell, Ace of Spades and...Bohemian Rhapsody!) but boy can these blokes play. I may not be a bluegrass expert but I've never seen playing like it. I didn't know it was possible to play a Mandolin that fast. They finished with Duelling Banjos, which went very well with a T-shirt I saw someone wearing which carried the exhortation "paddle faster, I hear banjo music". No point me waffling any more - I'm sure there's plenty of Hayseed Dixie videos on Youtube. Check 'em out and if you get a chance to see them, GO.

Our festival season's not quite over. The boy is dragging his girlfriend off to the Green Man festival in Wales tomorrow. Rain guaranteed. Let's hope it's not the end of a beautiful friendship and let's hope he drives safely. But as for us oldsters, one dose of camping is enough. So until next year, it's...."meet on the ledge, we're going to meet on the ledge, if you really mean it, it all comes round again..."

See you on the ledge. By which I mean the bar.






Wednesday, 3 August 2011

Ambulance chasers 0 - Common sense 1

Result! A woman who suffered appalling injuries after diving into a neighbour's pool has lost her case against them. In a previous post I suggested that it was reasonable to expect children to know that roses had thorns. Following the same line of reasoning, the judge in this case has decided that it's reasonable to expect adults to know that diving into swimming pools is potentially dangerous.

I said previously that these cases are brought under the common law tort of negligence. Although the judge in the pool case seems to have applied the same tests, this case was apparently brought under something called the Occupiers' Liability Act. I'm not familiar with this myself but it's gratifying that despite (or perhaps because) some of this stuff has now been written down by parliament, no liability was found.

We need a few more judges to produce sensible rulings like this and a few more people prepared to defend themselves against Messrs Sue, Grabbit and Runne. Our local parish council is apparently agonising over the risks of taking ownership of a pond, despite no such risks having bothered the existing and previous owners for however many centuries this pond has been in existence. Perhaps this latest ruling will persuade them to stop being such a bunch of uber-risk-averse so and so's. But whether it does or not, it's a move in the right direction. Well done m'lud.

PS None of the above should be taken to sound like rejoicing at somebody else's suffering and one's heart goes out to the lady in question. It's just that we need to get a grip and get out of this "where there's blame there's a claim" culture. Unfortunately, as the judge decided in this case, the blame often lies with no one but the claimant themselves. It is to be hoped that the claimant's lawyers (and not the claimant herself) got stung with a hefty bill for the defence's costs...a case of pour encourager les autres, one hopes. That rare occasion when I'm in favour of outrageous legal fees.

Tuesday, 2 August 2011

Expand your mind with runner beans - not the TV



I've just carried out the first runner bean harvest of the year here at Marshside Acres. Yes, a major task involving a lengthy journey across the rolling fields in an expensive 4x4 but someone's got to do it and I'm afraid the recession and the immigration authorities did for the asylum-seekers we laughingly referred to as gardeners.

I've been picking runner beans since I was knee high to, well, to a runner bean stalk and it's a fascinating experience. Why? Because you soon discover that planting runner beans will solve the world's food shortage problems because the supply of runner beans is infinite. Blimey! I hear you say, that's a far-fetched notion if ever I heard one, and that's putting it politely. But let me explain. The thing is that however many you pick and however long you spend doing it, you never pick them all: go back again and there's always more. Ergo, there is no end to the supply of runner beans. QED.

I appreciate this may be wasted on those of you without a runner bean plantation but I urge you next spring to get some these little marvels in the ground and see for yourselves that I am right. Making this discovery will raise you to a higher level of consciousness and bring you closer to a more complete understanding of the universe than even Professor Brian Cox could ever hope to achieve. Never mind the Large Hadron Collider, just reach for the large bean colander!


Speaking of the mighty PBC brings me on to TV. Just to be clear, Marshside blog is a big fan of the Oldham Oracle but there was another scientist type on the box the other day who let the side down badly. Can't remember his name (and too lazy to look it up) but the programme in question was called "the Code". It was all about numbers and purported to show us how the world is held together by extraordinary mathematical patterns. I'm a big fan of numbers so was looking forward to this but it really was poor.

The programme lasted an hour I think but I could be wrong as it felt like days and in any case could have been condensed into 5 minutes. I won't bore you but it included such tosh as trying to suggest that the proportions of Chartres cathedral were based on the ratios between the frequencies represented by musical notes. This rather ignores the fact that in the 13th century they would have had no idea what a sound wave was, what a frequency was or that an octave sounds the way it does because the frequency exactly doubles each time you go up an octave. Plus, I'm pretty sure they used different musical scales in those days and that terms like "perfect fourth" and "major third" hadn't been invented.

So what am I saying? It's more evidence of dumbing down, is what. We read today that a worryingly large proportion of children leave primary school without mastering the 3Rs. What they've been taught for those 6 years or so is a mystery but they probably go on to make TV programmes like "the Code". I suggest that they could do worse than a lesson on "examine the Marshside blog hypothesis on the runner bean: is it true or is the writer a blogging idiot?"

Think about it over lunch and eat up your runner beans while you're about it - there's plenty more where they came from! 

Still alive and kicking!



It's all been a bit quiet on this blog recently, for which I apologise to my many thousands of followers. I'm not sure what the reason is really but one cause for non-blogging is that we've got the builders in. Well, I say got them in, waiting for them to come in is more like it. And what a wait it's been, like waiting for Godot (I'm sure he must have been a builder.)

We've had some bits and pieces done but the main work has still not started. I thought there was a recession on and people were desperate for work but not the trades people we know. They seem to have plenty of work and it's all more important than ours. Eventually they might deign to favour us with a few hours of their time,  probably doing 30% of the job before disappearing to another job (or their villa in Barbados) leaving us wailing and gnashing our teeth, stressed out of our gourds and back in en attendent Godot mode.
I've just been slapping a bit of paint on here and there in a kind of random fashion, this being the only fashion I know when it comes to painting. I am really bad at it and I hate it (not too sure which way round the cause and effect works here.) My wife is much better than me at painting and I am only too pleased to acknowledge this (quelle surprise!) My painting attempts usually last about 5 minutes until the paint goes somewhere it shouldn't and I start to panic and call for my other half to come running, howling with anguish like a 3 year-old with a wasp sting. I managed today's exercise without this performance but did get a bit of paint on a new t-shirt (yes I know I shouldn't have been wearing it) which drew withering comments from 'er indoors. So I guess I came out of all this roughly brownie-point neutral.

Anyway, onwards and upwards. Reading the above, I think I've just come up with a couple of acronyms which could sweep the net like IMHO and IANALB ("I am not a lawyer but", in case you were wondering.) So that's STROOOG (stressed out of our gourds) and BPN (brownie-point neutral). What do you think? Give it a few months and then check out the OED.
Must go - I hear a white van. Could it be that Godot est arrive? One lives in hope...

Thursday, 14 July 2011

Don't mention the L word...

Bloody hell! This blog's still covered in adverts for lawyers. I am starting to get paranoid about this: have a bit of a dig at the legal eagles and they're all over you in a trice. Work continues to try and banish these forces of darkness and fill the blog with delightful and pointless fripperies.

By the way, what's the difference between "illicit" and "illegal"? One's against the law and the other's a sick bird...

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Sex and holidays and cars and food. Oh, and the News of the World



Apologies for the misleading headline. This is a shameless attempt to get some better adverts on the blog. I've noticed that recently it's been liberally festooned with ads for lawyers, ironic given the nature of the posts but that's what happens when you're at the mercy of some cyber adman. So now you've finished clicking on ads for marital aids, weekends away in New York and you've bought yourself a car and booked a restaurant, let's get down to business.

And my word this News of the World lark is a business, eh? The whole thing feels like a box of fireworks thrown onto a bonfire: dangerous and unpredictable effects shooting out in dangerous and unpredictable directions at similarly unpredictable intervals. Unless you've got more time than I am inclined to spend poring through the detail of all this, it's very hard to assimilate the ins and outs of it all. Plus, at the end of the day, do we really care much and if we do, what exactly are we to care about? Personally, I wouldn't give two hoots if someone hacked into my voicemail. If they're really interested in messages like "If you're in ASDA, we're low on washing powder" or "It's me dad, please send money" then good luck to them. But of course I'd still be straight on the phone to Messrs Sue, Grabbit and Run for a quick bit of no-win-no-fee action against Murdoch and chums. Max Clifford got a cool £1m out of them apparently: it's an ill wind, eh readers?   

Perhaps poor old Gordie Brown could do with Max's services. Looking increasingly like a man who can't even win when backing a dead cert in a one horse race, he now has egg on his face as we learn that his son's medical details didn't find their way into print as a result of hacking or blagging (there's another law I didn't know about) at all. Talk about a lose/lose. No, never mind the mobile phone, I'd be far more worried that if it's that easy to hack a phone, how about a bank account? No one seems to have mentioned this.

The Murdoch organisation of course has always had a touch of the Milwall syndrome about it, you know, "no one likes us, we don't care." Indeed, so unloved are they that the whole of the House of Commons has agreed to gang up against them in some kind of "stop being so horrid or I'll get my dad on you" motion. But are they the real baddies? Is parliament just projecting onto Rupe its own failures properly to stop this kind of thing? And what about the likes of us news consumers? If there wasn't such a demand for reading tawdry tittle-tattle about so-called celebrities then the newspapers (and is it really only News International titles up to no good here?) wouldn't spend the money on the private dicks and their dirty tricks in the first place.

The there's the police. I've been worried about them for a while. Now we learn that not only have some of them been taking money in return for juicy little titbits of info but through some combination of idleness, incompetence and, dare one suggest, an aversion to biting the hand that feeds them, their efforts to date to nail the hackers make Inspector Clouseau look like Sherlock Holmes (mind you, Sherlock bribed the police too.) One of the most senior of the coppers left the force a year or two back and now actually works for News International! Bloody hell! How convenient.

The police have, over the years, become quite literally a law unto themselves. One feels considerable sympathy for the honest rozzer trying to do his bit for society as he is constantly let down by the corruption, bungling and sheer laziness of so many of his colleagues. When we read that police policy guidelines have become infected by the rampant virus which is health and safety to such an extent that in some circumstances officers are told to avoid crimes rather than investigate them, we are entitled to wonder what madness has taken hold. And why does no government ever tackle the problem?

Governments have only two essential duties: to protect the country from its enemies and to protect the honest citizens from the dishonest. Everything else that governments do (and my goodness, don't they do a lot?) is either unnecessary or could be done by someone else.  It's about time that the UK government remembered this and got to grips with police failures. Elected chief constables would be a good start. And a bit more zero tolerance wouldn't go amiss. But that's another subject altogether.

So there you have it. It's not the Dirty Digger we need to be venting our anger at, it's either ourselves for buying this rubbish or the police for not doing their job. Or, ultimately, successive governments for not making sure the police do their job. I never bought the NOTW but I'm sorry it's gone. There's something sad (or wrong) that one man get get rid of a national institution - what next, the Times? Imagine if one man could get rid of other national institutions, like pubs. Or the House of Lords. Or fox hunting. Oh...hang on...

If you did buy the last edition of the NOTW, you will have been reminded of the many occasions when they were several steps ahead of the police in exposing serious wrong-doing. There's nothing to be gained here from the NOTW's demise. On the contrary, perhaps we need a few more fake sheiks and a few less bent and lazy coppers.

Goodnight all.



Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Get down with your baad self! The festival season is here!

It must be the time of year - I've bought a new guitar. It's a Fender Telecaster (left-handed, natch). I'll try and post a picture.

I think it must be seeing all these youngsters thrashing around with their mud-splattered six-strings that inspired me. Either that, or my dodgy back is making it increasingly hard to cope with holding  the very considerable weight of a Les Paul (a Tele is much lighter, as some of you may know.)

The number of music festivals these days is incredible and even us oldsters get sucked into the frenzy. last week we went to the Hop Farm do (just one day of it - can't go too mad you know) and this weekend it's a similar dabble with Lounge on the Farm. A slightly dangerous one this as it's close to home and is heavily populated by local teenagers determined to commence/continue their "experimentation" with drink/drugs/sex. As a responsible adult, does one report back to their not-entirely-unsuspecting parents or adopt a "what happens on the Farm stays on the Farm" approach? I think only if serious physical (or emotional) harm seems likely should one take the former line. We were once young too. Or so I'm told - I can't remember. And then in August we're off to Cropredy again, a slightly different kettle of fish where our presence actually reduces the average age.

In the old days, a lot of these festival things were free. How times change. You don't get much change out of £200 for a ticket for the full duration at a lot of these picnics and once there, it is very easy to get through eye-watering amounts of dosh on programmes, t-shirts, beer and organic vegeburgers (alright, not me personally on this last one but you take the point.) You could have a week on the Costas for this outlay, with cheaper beer and less mud.

In fact the whole economic model of the music business has been turned on its head in recent years. It used to be the case that the money was made out of records: playing live generally made a loss but was considered part of the marketing budget for the records. But now that recorded music is almost free, it's lucky for the music biz that they can make serious money out of live performance. This is because people are now prepared to pay huge sums for concert tickets. This is partly explained by the wider demographic of gig attendees nowadays. When I first started gig-going, you wouldn't see anyone over 21 in the audience whereas now those of us who are (much) closer to receiving our bus pass than our key to the door are a common sight, and we have more money than the kids. But then there's plenty of them too, aren't there? It's a bit strange.

No point me telling you that my first gig cost 8 shillings (that's 40p to you, spotty) as a lot of time and inflation has passed under the bridge since then. But think about this: when the Who headlined a one-day festival at Charlton in 1974, the tickets were £4. And it was a strong line-up. I can't remember exactly what an LP cost then but it was more than £2. For our one day at the Hop Farm, the tickets were £70 each and, with reasonable objectivity, I can say it was not such a strong line-up as the Charlton bash (e.g. the Who were at their peak in '74. The Hop Farm version of the Eagles are some way past theirs.) Let's say the average cost today of a CD (for those who actually still buy them) is £10. So a live:recorded ratio of less than 2:1 has become 7:1. And I bet you that this would be reflected, albeit to a lesser extent, in a comparison of concert ticket inflation vs. RPI over the period. Incredible, no?

And it's not just concerts: things like football matches have gone the same way. it seems that the nub of it is that "things" have become a lot cheaper but "people" a lot more expensive. The good news is that I can get a Telecaster for about the price of a family day out at the Hop Farm festival. The cost of a family day out to see the Who in 1974 would have paid for a couple of sets of strings and a plectrum or two. Seriously. It's a funny old world, isn't it?

See you at the beer tent and watch out for the brown acid!

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

A lawyer by any other name...

...would still stink. A deliciously apt paraphrase of the Bard given another story in the paper today about the "compensation culture", this time focusing on schools where, among other ludicrous wastes of taxpayer money, £3,000 was paid out because some little darling scratched themselves on a rose. We've read this sort of thing so much that we've become immune to it, which is dangerous. Here at Marshside we are not so blase. We will fearlessly investigate just what's going on here and see if we can find a solution. Gird yourselves!

The root of this is tort. That's not some kind of Germanic dessert but a branch of common law which, as you will all know, is that part of our law not written down anywhere but which has evolved over the centuries and is in effect made by judges as a consequence of their judgements which set precedents which must be taken into account in subsequent cases. There's about 13 torts (can't remember exactly), including assault, libel and slander. The one at issue here is negligence. A successful action against someone for negligence must show that the defendant owed the alleged victim a "duty of care", that the duty was breached and that the defendant suffered some real loss. A "real loss" normally means that it has a quantifiable monetary value. Not quite sure how a small child can lose money as a result of a scratch but the essence of a claim here would be that the school owed the child a duty of care (little doubt about that) and that it breached that duty by allowing children to come into too close proximity with those lethal rose thorns.

Now you might think this could easily be defended along the lines of: roses being a regular occurrence in the UK, including in the gardens of many children, not to mention public parks, etc., no "reasonable man" (a very important person in law) could regard the existence of unguarded roses as being in any way dangerous and thus this cannot be considered a breach of a duty of care. You might also add in that the child suffered no financial loss, neither immediately nor as a consequence of some kind of permanent disfigurement which could damage their future love life or modelling career (a lawyer acting for the claimant would suggest this might be the case. Well I would). No further witnesses, m'lud. So, having seen this off, how come we end up shelling out £3,000?

This is where the lawyers come in, not to mention the insurers. The school, having received a threateningly worded letter from someone at "ambulance chasing lawyers R us" they would have chucked it in the direction of their insurers. They in turn would have pushed it over to their own pet legal team who would have advised that although the ambulance chasers had a pretty feeble case, the costs of defending it, coupled to the costs in the event of losing it (even if a remote chance) meant that perhaps they should try and settle out of court and, having exchanged a letter or two with their brothers at law, advised that £3,000 would do the trick and that that seems like a sensible deal. Great. So the taxpayer (yes that's you, pay attention) has forked out £3,000 to these nasty little people plus the insurance premium paid by the school, out of which their own lawyers get a fee for their learned advice. Not to mention the insurance company's own costs and the time/cost of the school staff. Oh, and no doubt the school (i.e. you) then spent even more money by either removing or fencing off the offending roses. The net result is that a chunk of the money that comes out of your pocket to pay for our children's education has in fact gone on lawyers, insurers, school admin and fencing contractors. Educational benefit? Zero, unless you count the benefit of children learning what a rose looks like and that its stems are covered with sharp thorns. I don't know about you but I didn't have to go to school to learn that.

So what's to be done? One obvious problem is the cost of lawyers. It's a mystery as to what it is that keeps their fees so high. Of course the Law Society and the Bar Council do their best in this respect, plus the government does its bit by constantly passing new laws (every new law creates more work for the lawyers, if it does nothing else, and often it doesn't.) Perhaps most importantly, what's considered "reasonable" in terms of legal fees is ultimately decided by the judges who are...lawyers. So it's a cosy clique but it's still strange that the laws of supply and demand don't seem to apply to legal costs.

Then there's the evils of insurance. A former employer of mine, a very large UK company, decided some years ago not to have any insurance at all, except where it was legally obliged to. The logic is that over time, the costs of insurance will be equal to the costs of any claims plus the costs of the insurance company. So deal with the claims yourself and cut out the latter (this has become known euphemistically as "self-insuring". It sounds more professional than "not insuring"). More recently, another employer of mine forked out a six figure sum every year for insurance but virtually never made a claim. A colossal waste of money it could ill afford. How many of us have, over the years, received more in claims than we've paid in insurance premiums? Bad luck if your house burned down, you probably answered yes but you're the only one. As insurers can bung the cost of claims on premiums and as all insurers are likely to face similar levels of claims, there's little incentive for them to battle against high legal fees and do whatever else would seem sensible to keep claims costs down. (Something else which contributes to the maintenance of excessive legal fees). Plus, you may have discovered that if you do make a claim, the combination of your excess and the small print probably means they don't pay out and if they do, watch your premium rise next year! It's a lose/lose.

It sounds like I'm arguing that all insurance is a waste of time and money. Most of the time it is, exceptions being of the house burning down variety. Translate that to our rose-infested school and what that means is that they should only have insurance against major claims (e.g. roses turn out to be concealing triffids which eat child). Or more to the point, as they are part of the state and the state is obviously big enough to self-insure, they should have no insurance at all.

Given that the state is covering the school's backside, the school should nonetheless take any claims as a hit to their budget. In this scenario, they might have a different way of looking at solicitors' letters and would have an incentive to fight them. They need to understand the facts of the world as outlined above and especially, that the law is nothing like as complicated as lawyers would have you believe. Let common sense be your friend. take a leaf out of the book of that most sued entity, Private Eye. In the now legendary case of Arkell vs. Pressdram (Pressdram being the company that publishes Private Eye),  Arkell's lawyers wrote a letter which concluded: "His attitude to damages will be governed by the nature of your reply." Did Private Eye make panic-stricken calls to their insurers or lawyers? They did not. They wrote back, saying: "We acknowledge your letter of 29th April referring to Mr J. Arkell. We note that Mr Arkell's attitude to damages will be governed by the nature of our reply and would therefore be grateful if you would inform us what his attitude to damages would be, were he to learn that the nature of our reply is as follows: fuck off."

Problem solved!