Quintin Jardine's blog

I do not believe it! Ten points out of twelve and ‘Well are still top of the league. Rangers next weekend; a trip to Slovenia then Fir Park. SuperAlly must be quaking in his boots.

I am working on Primavera 4. At this moment it’s June 23, 2012 in her parallel universe, and some very loud fireworks are about to explode, literally and figuratively. While they do, Primavera’s creator (who never takes a day off while he’s being creative) is having a morning with one of his heroes, and contemporaries, the great George Ivan Morrison CBE . . . that would be Van to youse. Factoids of interest to nobody but me; 1) Van the Man is two months and two days younger than me, 2) he and my wife share the same birthday. (Of course, VtM is much older that Eileen.)

And by the way, Dave, when the hell is Van going to collect his knighthood? Several lesser British musicians have already felt the tap of the sword on their shoulders.

It’s good to see the long arm of justice reaching out to grab many hooligans who thought they were invulnerable. Already the voices of the apologists can be heard, but very faintly. They’d be as well to shut up altogether, while Society makes its point.

WordPress tells me that my last post was my 750th. Christ, but I’ve been busy.

You started with Skinner’s Ordeal? I know a lady who read that book during a flight. If you have trouble sourcing others in Washington State, click the link on the right of this page. The entire backlist will be available there, and they’ll arrive signed.

I’ve just been watching Sky News, which carried an interview with a little looter bastard,  filmed during last night’s urban unrest in Manchester. He boasted openly that he wasn’t protesting about anything and that he had come out for money, pure and simple. Throughout the interview he wore dark glasses and kept his face completely covered, although the crew behind him, who said nothing, were happy to show theirs. Mostly, though, the rioters have been hiding from CCTV cameras, apart from the idiot who allowed himself to be filmed setting fire to a Miss Selfridge store, and who may expect an early knock on his door.

There is one very simple step that the recalled Parliament could take tomorrow to put a lot more power in the hands of police and prosecutors. It could, in a day, introduce a new offence of concealment, and give police powers to intervene immediately they see anyone with his face covered. It would mean banning the balaclava, but I don’t believe that would be a great loss to the fashion industry. The hijab and niqab would be excepted, except in emergency situations.

I know that this wouldn’t stop lawless little thugs from dressing up like Wild West outlaws before going on the rampage, but it would give the police the power to head them off at the pass, and in this week’s situation, every little helps.

We’ve heard a lot from Dave this week about a robust police response, but they still seem on the back foot. The rule of law demands that they don’t piss about. If they’re going to wind up using water cannon, tear gas and plastic bullets, then don’t get there in stages, go there now.

Last night, by sheer chance, I watched a movie that I’d recorded a few days before. It was called Harry Brown, and it starred Michael Caine in the title role. I’d only the vaguest idea of the story line, but it proved to be a low-budget version of Clint Eastwood’s Gran Torino, with Sir Michael cast as a grizzled old ex-marine, living alone in an urban ghetto in London. He has an old mate who’s being persecuted by the area’s youth gangs, and when he finally stands up to them, they kill him. Faced by the ineffectiveness of   the police, old Harry decides that enough is enough, utilises his ‘special skills’ and sets about eliminating the hoodlums, permanently. It’s a terrific work, grim, graphic and brutal. I reckon it’s event better than Clint’s version, and that’s pretty good. Towards the end there’s a phase in which a particularly stupid police chief decides that a show of strength is called for, without first checking that he has sufficient resources for the job, and that’s where the end game is played.

So I watched it, and woke up this morning to see the same scenes on TV, only they’re for real. What started in Tottenham three nights ago, after a cowboy raid by the Met’s Operation Trident led to the shooting of a man in the back of a mini-cab, is still going on and has spread across the city and even to Birmingham. They’ve just called off tomorrow’s international match at Wembley because the police can’t guarantee the safety of the players or spectators. This is no movie, and old Harry Brown can’t help. This is for real. I have family and friends in London, and in Birmingham, and I’m concerned about them . . . for real.

A week or so back, a lady asked me at a social gathering why I’m pro-independence. I told her that first and foremost I believe that my nation is capable of governing itself, and of creating and managing a sound fiscal structure, without the support or interference of Westminster. I do not accept the counter-propaganda that brands us as a beggar region. As an American politician kept on saying a couple of years back, ‘Yes we can’.

Second, I told her that I believe that there are profound social differences between my nation and England. I forecast that England would implode, and that I did not want to be constitutionally associated with it when that came to pass. When I said, that I added that I envisaged it happening in a ten to fifteen year time-frame. Seems that I was wrong. Urban England is a tinderbox and there’s been a spark.

I had a good day yesterday. Motherwell slaughtered Hearts 1 — 0 to return to  the top of the SPL. Three down, thirty-five left; anything is possible to those who dare to dream. (Aye, sure.) Meanwhile Manchester United gave their noisy hammer-tossing neighbours, the Kings of Bling, a two-goal start then played them off the park, scoring in the process the goal of the season before the season has even started. It’s clear that Fergie is so impressed by Barcelona that he’s trying to play like them; if the team can sustain  that for the whole season it will be very pretty to watch. City, on the other hand will always be ugly, as long as they build their game around trying to kick the other team into submission; that might work at Swansea, but there will be blood spilled at the likes of Sunderland and Stoke.

We followed up that satisfactory afternoon with an excellent supper (pretentious, QJ?) party with six friends. If we hadn’t I’d have watched Adam Scott winning the Bridgestone golf event, and while I’d have been very pleased for him, I’d have been as annoyed as most people who value the game are today by the appalling interview that his caddie, Stevie Williams, gave immediately afterwards. For non-golfers, Stevie carried the bag of Tiger Woods for twelve years, earning in the process a retainer and the customary cut of his winnings, which totalled, over that period, around $90m. There have been years when he’s been New Zealand’s highest earning ‘sportsman’. Yes, he’s done pretty well, and for a long time, by golfing standards. I don’t know what the average tour of duty is for a caddie with a pro golfer, but I’m certain it’s a lot less than twelve years. A look at Lee Westwood’s website will reveal a list of eight men who have carried his bag over the years, leading up to the current incumbent, Billy Foster.

What none of these guys have ever done is given a television interview straight after their boss has won a tournament, extolling their own virtues as ‘ a winner’, with the guy who actually hit the shots and holed the putts standing in the background. The point was, of course, to humiliate the Tiger, who finished half-way down the field, and to me it was quite unacceptable. Stevie’s done a few things over the years that would have seen him fired by most other golfers, yet his boss forgave them all. By shooting his mouth off he’s proved, IMO, that not only was Tiger right to can him, he should have done it a lot sooner. He may also have made his new boss wonder whether he’s more of a liability than an asset. We’ll see how it pans out, but one thing’s for sure. Pretty soon, Tiger will find a way of biting him on the arse, possibly even at this week’s USPGA championship.

I’m afraid I misled a few people when I said last week that the full version of my interview with Shereen Nanjiani for Radio Scotland was accessible globally on the BBC website. Honestly I thought it was, for in the past I’ve been able to access radio material in Spain post-broadcast, but from what friends in Australia, the US and Canada are telling me it isn’t available. I can understand why television drama screening might be restricted to UK IP addresses, but I’m disappointed and a bit puzzled to find that this applies to news magazine radio programmes also. The BBC is about to launch an international version of its iPlayer, so maybe this anomaly will be corrected when it happens. I can only hope so, for honest, folks, I’m as frustrated as you are.

I’m thinking about coming back early from Spain in October. Why? Because Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes are playing the Ferry in Glasgow on October 14. Best live band I’ve ever seen; okay, it was thirty-five years ago, and some of the personnel may have changed/died/gone to jail during that time, but I reckon that I’ve improved with age since then, so why shouldn’t they?

Glad you liked Grievous Angel. Prequels are good for introducing new readers to the series and  giving characters back story for recidivists. Yes, the next one will be contemporary.

That’s a bugger. Have you tried the BBC World website?

Hope you’re fully recovered. Few people will lift your spirits better than Jacqueline Anne. The ‘St Andrews Book’? It’s a few years ago, but I reckon that would be Lethal Intent.

Further to my inbox problem; it seems it’s a glitch where you have a Gmail based service collecting mails from an AOL account. I’ve changed my settings and that seems to have worked.

I left AOL Broadband last year, as its UK customer book is now owned by the detestable Talk Talk, and it treats all its customers like Daily Star readers. (Note to blog visitors. If you want to get QJ’s dander up, drop the phrase ‘celebrity gossip’ into the conversation.) Once I’d switched providers, I thought that would be that, but my AOL email address simply became a free address accessible through AOL.co.uk, and because it was accessible several of my chums ignored what I’d said about having a new mailbox and continued to use it. In the wake of  this morning’s shambles, I was moved so go on to the AOL UK website, sign in to that address and delete it. Simples? No, the opposite. There is no detectable mechanism that will let you do that. Once thee bastards have their hooks in you, you are a potential profit centre and they will not let you go.

Time for a complaint to Ofcom, methinks.

I run my main email address through Gmail. When I logged on  this morning I discovered that every email I’ve ever had and filed or deleted was turning up again in my inbox, as new. I’m talking thousands here. Google is so big that it can’t deal with individual user complaints, so, if anyone else out there is experiencing or has experienced a similar problem, and knows how to fix it . . . help!.

New age media, okay? The Shereen programme doesn’t air till Sunday, but our interview is live already, on the BBC website. If you’d like to listen, copy this link and paste into a new tab. It should be available globally;

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00jlwjy

If it doesn’t work for you, try logging on to the BBC website, navigate to Radio Scotland, click on the ‘Presenters’ section, select Shereen Nanjiani and you’ll find it from there.

Went to Embru yesterday and did my Radio Scotland interview with Shereen Nanjiani, down the line, for broadcast Sunday 9 — 10am. The line of discussion wasn’t what I expected, so it caught me slightly off-guard, and I had to think fast about some of my answers. Since it will be edited down to around ten minutes, I don’t know how the end result will sound, because some of the points I was trying to make relate to a Scotland that no longer exists. If I decide on hearing the broadcast that anything needs clarification, I’ll use this forum for the purpose.

It is’t essential that the Skinner books are read in order, Brian; each one should be accessible in its own right. But it probably helps.

I’m honoured to hear that I’m that well known in Philadelphia. Your newspaper can obtain a copy of Grievous Angel for its book group by clicking on the link to the right. It’ll take you to my official sales outlet.