The Best Underground 60's Sounds 2

A few years back, in the dark days of masks, lockdowns and weird social rules in supermarkets, I wrote a pretty well received article on the best unknown 60’s songs (strangely now my most popular article battling it out with Mick Taylor and - bizarrely - a circularly walk around Burgess Hill).

The obscure 60’s article strayed not too far from the path of collective knowledge - B Sides from familiar bands (Stones, Beatles, Who), overlooked singles - Lady Friend by The Byrds. A couple of randos like Rudi’s in Love.

A toe in the water. I promised then - and I always keep my promises - to write a follow up with more obscure fayre from the 60’s. Well, here it is and here they are.

But before I start, I’m aware that this list will also be derided as mainstream, yawn, “13th Story Elevators - so overdone man.” I’ll take that abuse - there’s none so disdainful as an obscurantist. They are not my audience. Who is then Tim? Well, since you ask, my readers tend to stray on this site after perusing my Mick Taylor articles or having ploughed their way through my worthy histories of Rome through various battles. And given these facts, let’s tread lightly into obscure music trivia.

So - I can’t get no satisfaction crowd, be damned - here we go.

You’re Gonna Miss Me - The 13th Story Elevators (1966)

Pretty well known in underground circles. There used to be several club nights in Brighton in the early 90’s that would delight in playing obscure 60’s tracks. In my mind and unreliable memory, this particularly track used to be played a lot. For how else would I know it? It sounds like it was recorded in a garage which is a prerequisite for this list. Sounds like it was done in one take. Written by Roki Eriksson and storming to 55 on the Billboard charts in May 1966, this was the highpoint of The 13th Floor Elevators. If you like a track with prominent guitar, wailing singer, Kinks type solo and a weird jug instrument in the background then You’re Gonna Miss Me is one for your party playlist. Look smug.

I’m Gonna Jump - The Toggery Five

Familiar story. Boy finds his girl is unfaithful. Confronts her and then threatens to jump into a river to kill himself. Perhaps an over-reaction, no? Probably why she dumped you mate. But it’s delivered with panache, the singer has a pair of lungs on him and - subject matter aside - it’s a dramatic tune. Didn’t trouble the charts though. And how do I know this particular ditty? Well, back in Rochdale, so many years ago, the vicar’s daughter handed me a set of 45 singles. Can’t remember why. And this one was in the pile. It’s a crap anecdote I know but led to this entry on the listette.

Tried So Hard - Gene Clark (1967)

Gene left the Byrds in 1966 - afraid of flying and chased by the jealousy of the others. He then embarked on an unsuccessful solo career before drinking himself to death in 1991. Those twenty five years produced many great tracks and plenty from the 60’s all of which, unless you’re a Gene fan, are worthy of a mention here. I’ll go with Tried So Hard which - in various incarnations, I’ve tried so hard to play and record over the years. Clark is one of those few artists who started the country rock genre and no there’s no better example than this track. Superficially a ‘country’ song, it is replete with unusual minor chords and a great melody that are a hallmark of this under appreciated artist. So, listen to this, The Echos the album it comes from, and then go forth and listen more deeply my children. (Bonus points if you find Fairport Convention’s BBC Radio session version).

Think About It - The Yardbirds (1968)

B Side of their last single - Good Night Sweet Josephine. Whilst the A side is a some sub-Mickey Most musical hall type crap, Think About It is a audible signpost to guitarist Jimmy Page’s next group Led Zeppelin. Plug him in and away Jimmy goes, riffing like a bastard, soloing madly, double/triple tracking himself and foreshadowing Dazed and Confused. You know, there was a time, back when the planet was young and Margaret Thatcher was in power, when The Yardbirds were everything to me. More so than Zep even. Page, Clapton, Beck. What a lineage! But in their last couple of years, it was basically Page who used the Yardbirds vehicle - criss crossing the States and Europe - to hone his craft and develop the sound of what would become the world beating Zeppelin that dominated the 70’s (Hat tip to Renaissance though). From Happenings Ten Years Time Ago to Puzzles to Think About It, this was an experimental heavy metal journey. Think About It.

Blues Run the Game - Jackson Frank (1965)

“Catch a boat to England mama // Maybe to Spain”

There was a folk scene in the UK in the early to mid 60’s. It included John Renbourne, Bert Jansch, Sandy Denny, Paul Simon and his fellow American, Jackson Frank. Some went on to great fame and fortune and others - Frank - didn’t. He recorded one album, produced by Paul Simon, and left us with a hatful of great songs unknown and lost. Blues Run the Game, with it’s trademark folk finger picking style, haunting tune and ominous lyrics, is probably his greatest legacy. Got nowhere but it so nearly did. When Simon and Garfunkle were recording their first album - after the success of the electrified Sounds of Silence single - they recorded Blues Run the Game (probably a more polished but less heartfelt version). But it never made the cut for the album and lay unreleased until the 90’s. Frank died of mental illness and poverty never to know success. Blues ran his game and won.

Bonnie & Clyde - Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot (1967)

Do we all feel the Serge? Dunno. But periodically, I do. Elisa, Initials BB, Qui est in, qui est out. Cool AF, is our Monsieur Gainsbourg. And Brigitte Bardot? This duo is hypnotic, with a an understated driving beat, falsetto cuckoos throughout, it draws you in and makes you think, why is this not more fasmous in the Anglo world. Clearly, I’m preaching to the choir in France but elsewhere, it’s a cult classic at best and a worthy and mighty entrant to this list. And yes, neither of them can sing that well. Cela n’a pas d’importance.

Maybe I Know - Lesley Gore (1964)

This song just comes at you right out of the blocks. With Quincy Jones production, this Jeff Barry/ Ellie Greenwich composition is a snapshot of early 60’s Brill Building styling. Inexplicably not a big hit, it’s one of my favs from this era - polished, great tune, confident double tracked vocals, whip cracking handclaps. Better known for ‘It’s My Party’ this is my preferred Lesley Gore song. And now yours. I’m sure her boyfriend didn’t really cheat on her in real life (no sniggering).

This took me ages to write. Don’t know why. I neglect my blog, my readers, my craft. I apologise. Let the music say sorry to you… Part three? Who knows?

Thoughts from a Bar in Antwerp

He sits back, laidback, all crotch display, leather jacket and quaffed hair. She’s not the first, the last, or the most important but she is in front of him right now sipping - through a straw - a double gin and tonic though I’m sure she only asked for a single. They smoke. They’re hip, seemingly equal, but this lopsided negotiation has but one outcome. 

So, that’s right in front of me. A tired seduction above 40.

What else? What else?

Family, older father, younger mother watching his beer intake, hunched teenage son. I predict quick sex after some drunken pleading. In a Novotel or Ibis Budget, hopefully not with the child in the same room.

We have Mr Buff, all tight black tee shirt, beard, tattoos and razored hair with obligatory blonde to my left. She’s sat almost on top of him so they must be new or asymmetrical. She rests her face on an elbow in his direction. He leans back; power move. Later, not much later, I suspect he’ll be shaming her into acts that her mother never told her about. Bad boy. Forgotten when she meets the corporate guy with a good income and pension. He’ll not be a bad boy.

Old guy sits on my right in a puffa jacket and a whiskey cocktail. He has his hair but no life, no future. He’s delaying going home to his little flat and a warmed up dinner. He stares into the mid distance, defeat in his eyes. Nothing will happen. Nothing has happened since his wife died ten years ago. 

But wait! Family has allowed the mulleted teenage son to leave and I just saw the older father place his hand on the younger mother’s hand. ‘Yeah, go and look around, sonny. We’ll be here.’ Guy wants to get pissed, she wants a relationship talk. I’m now predicting a long unsurfaced argument will get in the way of that perfunctory sex. Talk is dangerous.

Over to my far right are two older ladies drinking coca cola. As the bottles stand on the table, they discuss their menfolk or lack of and seem very engrossed. Too far away. Too… Yeah.

The family have left together. She looked me in the eye - once, twice - sphinx like in her appraisal as the older husband pays the bill unaware his wife and I shared a moment. A moment she shares a thousand times a day. Does he know, it just takes a brief lowering of his wife’s guard (or regard) and he’s a cuckold risking his pension rights and denied seeing sulky teenager on a regular basis?

I order another Kriek. The waiter’s aftershave arrives before the drink. No peanuts this time.

And apart from an odd guy in a camouflage baseball hat looking at his phone, beyond the too close couple, that’s it? No one else for me to critique on this rainy Wednesday afternoon in Antwerp?

And your author, who is he?

Indeterminate forties / fifties (probably the latter) in a black gilet, Hackett shirt, tapping away at his laptop. Running from life, writing about real life wishing someone - Her? Her? Her? - would see him as a F.Scott Fitzgerald, a Hemingway, an exiled Oscar Wilde (without the gayness, obviously).

Watching the girls go by. Imagining a story within each. Not their worst story. An above average time bar hopping and chatting about history, literature, consensual politics. But, maybe not the best evening ever.

But probably mine. The laptop would disappear and the story would be unwritten. A Secret. Until recalled years later on a blog, as a short story. Names changed, obviously.

And then a blonde beauty walks in wearing a tight sweater and smiles at me innocently. The world is in that smile. A world of possibility, of redemption, of long overdue new beginnings. Of course, a taller, equally blonde male follows her in tow. Of course. But that smile. That smile, now looking at a glass of Rose as her immature boyfriend makes a show of pouring a Duvet. He plays her a TicToK video and she rests her head on his shoulder.

Young love, eh? Whatever happened to young love? That older couple from earlier on; there was no pretence at world changing romance in their dialogue, within their cocoon. It was, sex or no sex. It was do this or I’m not bothered and I’ve got 20 other women who will. The cracked makeup smudged on a pillow and no follow up the next day. It’s how it is now, yeah?

I hope the young couple next to me make it. Within age lies corruption. They may last. They probably won’t. Then it’s just another - what? - another sad story, unspoken. A failed domesticity only remembered by the two and then asymmetrically as some future partner witlessly blunders into “So, you? How many?”

Each day brings the possibility of immortality. But each day is just, everyday. And everyday is just like the last. 

Carpe Diem, motherfuckers.

Postscript

Later. A bar in Antwerp. International group speaking English as their Linga Franca. Unfortunately I therefore overhear as they overshare. The women talk excitedly about their facial treatments - what they’ve had, what they will have. The eldest is 35. The 28 year old agrees and swaps her needle around the forehead stories. Silently, I’m appalled. When they move onto STDs and their ‘it was just sex’ anecdotes, I clutch my pearls, pick up my skirts and run. Fun times in Belgium.

F. Scott Fitzgerald - What A Bitch !

“He greeted Marion with his voice pitched carefully to avoid either feigned enthusiasm or dislike...”

— Babylon Revisited - F. Scott Fitzgerald

(In which Tim feigns false modesty as an interesting new way to flex. Reads anew F. Scott Fitzgerald and genuflects before a superior writing talent. There’s gonna be some pretension. There’s gonna be some bullshit. Long blurred bar session profundity! From a bar in Delft.)

I used to think - fleetingly - that my words would stand out in the crowded square of imposters and rivals. That my too personal stories, barely disguised from real life, replete with humorous bon mots were of a durable and sagacious vintage that would elevate my prospects in both the literary and material world.

And, do you know, occasionally - very occasionally - like transient icebergs poking through a storm tossed sea, I felt they did. But each emerging peak, each success, just allowed me a new vantage point upon yet greater heights. Ascending upward, I realised I’d scaled only the foothills, unflattered by the comparisons far above. (1)

On a trip to The Hague recently I took a small, pocket sized copy of F. Scott Fitzgerard’s Babylon Revisted. Reading through, I became aware that I’m (once again) a poor man’s Salieri to Mozart. I’m a good enough writer to recognise I’m a hack writer by comparison. But how? What are those authorial ‘tells’, those embedded hallmarks that shine through flashing greatness?

I would suggest that there are three signs of obvious literary talent. (There’s probably many more, and if I wasn’t in a bar in Delft sampling beers strong and stronger, I’d enumerate them all. But a narrow focus - a well formed list of three - is the consequential benefit one derives from a slow descent into drunkenness, don’t you think?)

Firstly, concerning the nuts and bolts of writing itself: Is the prose any damn good? In Fitzgerald’s case, yes, very much so. When reading, certain phrases and constructions sing out to elevate the experience above the quotidian, the commonplace, the hackery. All good writers employ stylistic devices, those elegant phrases and tricks that artfully chime like a beautiful bell to the soul. But not all ‘greats’ are the same. To me, slip sliding away into fuzzy numbness here in The Netherlands, there are three types of prose that elevate:

1. Beautiful or lyrical prose (F.Scott. Balzac. Martin Amis, sometimes.)

2. Stripped back writing (Hemingway being an obvious exemplar)

3. Experimental - for example Clockwork Orange, On the Road Again or Last Exit to Brooklyn

Of the three, I value the first most of all. I can almost feel it when a well turned phrase hits home. It almost hurts. Why didn’t I coin this, think of this, work harder on my own flabby prose? Was it lack of work or lack of creativity? Each chiming phrase is a rebuke. I envy. But I recognise the brilliance.

“But the stillness in the Ritz bar was strange and portentous. It was not an American bar anymore - he felt polite in it, and not as if he owned it. It had gone back to France.”

— Babylon Revisted F. Scott Fitzgerald

Secondly, characterisation. Are the characters well drawn? Are their motivations believable? Is their place in the story apposite, their character sketched sufficiently deeply to avoid becoming cut outs or cyphers, mere third spear carriers from the left wheeled embarrassingly onto the page to mumble a line or two before shuffling off forgotten like a drunken burger after midnight?

As a writer, I find characterisation one of the hardest things to get right. There are some authors who write just for men with the result that their female characters are pale facsimiles of real life women. Similarly, some female writers struggle with male characters and so resort to a stereotypic landscape populated by bastards or wimps. Speaking personally, I don’t have an issue with the sex of my characters. My problem is more fundamental than that. Essentially, any character that isn’t me suffers from that very fact; they are not me meaning they are ill-drawn and one dimensional - pathetic straight men made to suffer my character’s one liners, inner monologue, whilst facilitating tendencious plot development.

But read someone who does it well - an Austin or Dickens, for example - and you roll yourself in a fleshy world of believability. You can imagine the characters in real life, understand why they do what they do, how they drive the plot forward naturally. I’ve always been intrigued how this is done. Do the authors sit down and plan their characters (as suggested by numerous colour-by-numbers writing schools) or do they just carry them in their head and understand each line, each interaction, each movement as they write?

Don’t know. Not a great writer. Ask them.

Thirdly (and lastly) - plot. Writing is telling stories. Is the plot engaging, does it draw you in, want to turn the page, speed read to get to the next chapter akin to binge watching a gripping series on Netflix? Mmmm. There’s many a writer who plots like a mathematician, algorthymically making sure each chapter ends on a cliffhanger, pacing the reader so that the denouement is both satisfactory and surprising. This is where I have my biggest reservation. Although I love a good ending, the symmetry of a three act play or movie or book, part of me loves the realism of unsatisfactory endings. For example, I loved Brett Easton Ellis’ Rules of Attraction that both started and ended in mid sentence, breaking in and then checking out of the narrative. (2) Like life. Unresolved. Messy. Not cute.

Of course, certain genres demand neat plots, crime and thrillers for example, romantic books. And so whilst I respect good plots - no I really do - to me they’re not a deal breaker. But let me interpret plot somewhat more loosely. Let me replace ‘plot’ with ‘narrative’. Does the narrative hold together, does it make you want to stay the course and follow the authorial voice, the characters, the worldview described? Yes? Then you has you a decent narrative.

I don’t necessarily need to know that it was the butler who did it with a candlestick in the library. But I may want to know about the characters’ actions leading up to, and after, during. Not all murders end up with Colonel Mustard buggering Professional Plum in the Hallway. Er, neither does Cluedo Tim.

Yeah. Losing it. Affligem Dubbel kicking in. Bar by a canal somewhere in Delft. (Where? Cafe de V I think, according to the menu) filling up with Dutch people eating, drinking, speaking English when asked.

So, plot and narrative. Losing the plot. Maintaining a narrative. I’m a real life example of that. Now. But my central point is, tying it all together; I was shocked into wonder, annoyance and competitiveness as to how bloody good Babylon Revisited is.

F. Scott Fitzsgerald. What a bitch!

Notes

1) Notice how I eschewed the Titanic reference? Eschew the obvious. It’s what separates us from AI. The human brain is - when engaged - synaptically more creative than the AI. That’s what annoys me when people revert through laziness or foolishness to using AI in place of thinking.

2) I now know this starting in the middle thing is called In Medias Res. I warned you at the start of this article I was going to be pretentious but not as annoying I will be next time I find the opportunity to use this Latin phrase. Wanker.

Kirkby Lonsdale to Whittington: A Circular Walk

The Royal Hotel: The start and the end of this walk

(In which Tim babbles about a 5 mile circular walk in Kirkby Lonsdale. Strays from this literary path, takes wrong turns, reverses himself, tries to elevate the experience, fails, makes poor jokes and maybe, maybe, perhaps, provides the casual viewer with some advice. But, probably not.)

Hiking repeats itself, first as disappointment and embarrassment and then as elation and smugness. Marx nearly got it right. So close but I think I’ve adapted his words well. It’s what the old boils-on-the-arse freeloader would have wanted. Or, whatever. Yeah.

I have a rule when discovering a new hike for the first time; like sex, it’s better alone. Er, what Tim? Is that right? Okay… Maybe what I meant to say is that, in order to get knowledgable about a hiking route (and sex), then it’s best to explore alone first. Because, well, so you know what you’re doing, right?

No Tim. The analogy is still crap and pretty embarrassing. Take the shame and move on.

Kirkby Walk Anyone?

Anyway. I ‘discovered’ Kirkby Lonsdale last year. Put it on the map, in fact. Or at least my sat nav. Stayed at the Royal Hotel in the centre of town with my father and my eldest daughter. Looked up a walk. But ignored the first rule of new hikes as set out above (you know, do it yourself first). So I went on it with family members striding confidently into the countryside. Of course I fucked it up royally. Ended up playing dodge- -the-mad-country-traffic on a busy road game. Fun times.

But the world likes a trier so, sans famille, I went back a couple of weeks ago. Autumn had become spring and right replaced wrong. Did the walk again. But I got it right this time. It is a lovely walk and I’d recommend it if you can follow my crap map and instructions below.

I then had myself a night out in Kirkby. Some pints drunk, some interactions with locals. Got into adventures. When Tim rolls, he rocks hard (and talks about himself in the third person).

The Route Map

The Route (approx.)

From the Royal Hotel, up and out of Kirkby, into the countryside, down a country lane to Whittington, down to the Lune River and follow it back to Kirkby & the old Devil’s Bridge. Have a pint.

Tell Us About Kirkby Lonsdale, Tim

Where is Kirkby Lonsdale? Is it Lancashire? Yorkshire? The Lake District? Westmoreland? Somewhere Up North? All of these probably. The locals didn’t seem too sure themselves. Let’s go with a picturesque cross-road between many beautiful parts of the country. The market town itself is a venerable gem; stone built 18/19th century buildings, more pubs than you can shake a shepherd’s crook at, artisan shops. There’s even a brewery with a pub which brews it’s own decent beer. The Royal Hotel - my abode of choice - sits right in the centre on the market square. The sort of solid establishment where you know a good breakfast with decent sausages awaits in the morning. The hotel boasts a bar / restaurant but there’s also a library / reading room with leather armchairs, open fire, newspapers. More. About. That. Room. Later. (1)

Kirkby has been rumoured to have the most perfect view in all of England - Ruskin’s View. It’s behind St Mary’s church in case you wish to gaze upon the vista yourself. Hills, river bends, farms, woods. Not much changed much since Turner painted it. Me? It’s beautiful but not the best. (2)

As a frequent visitor to the Lake District, the topography around KL (as I shall now call it) has much more of the green, rolling hills vibe than it’s northern neighbour. Very ‘The Shire’ without Bilbo. Maybe hobbits. Pretty without being spectacular. Look at the pictures below to get a flavour.

The Walk - crap instructions. Sorry

Facing the Royal Hotel, go up the road to the right. Keep following it up the hill (New Rd / Biggins Rd). Take the left hand fork and pass a school on your left. Leads to the A65 out of the town. Cross and follow the smaller road upwards with houses on either side. When you get to the end of the houses there’s a pathway to the left which leads narrowly down the hill alongside - or in - a pebbly stream which comes out eventually after 10 mins or so at some farm buildings. Cross fields to the right skirting a hill and using a couple of styles. The path is clearly embedded in the grass heading right and up. You come out by a house. There’s a lane leading left (Hosticle Lane). Follow this down to Whittington. Turn left down Church Street and pass the church (pictured above) then when the road meets Main Street turn right. Walk out of the village. On the left - at the last buildings - there is a small road / pathway that leads to the River Lune after 15 mins or so. Turn left at the river and follow it back to Kirkby over some styles but never going far from the water. A Kirkby, cross the road, then a park and follow the pathway along the river again. (Devil’s Bridge side trip.) Steep but short walk up from the Lune to Kirkby. Have a pint. Maybe some chips. Bath / shower. Change of clothes. Out for the night.

Should I collect these into a book?

The Evening

And so to the evening. I thought I’d pop into a couple of Kirkby pubs. Taste the local bitter. I was carrying my laptop around like some Southern nobhead; someone who wants to write about life rather than experience it. An observer, not a full participant. Well, that plan got derailed! Usual story. Unusual story. Tales to tell. But not here. Sorry. What happens in Kirkby, stays in Kirkby! (3)

But perhaps, make your own journey? (See my other walks)

Footnotes:

0) Who does Footnotes on a blog? Me. That’s who.

1) Or possibly not. A gentleman never tells. Me on the other hand! No; the fog of discretion and too many well poured Cumbrian ales allows me to draw a tatty veil over the end to this particular evening.

2) The real best view in England? Easy; the panorama one is faced when descending from the moors on Edenfield Road and, suddenly, the whole of Rochdale comes into view below you. Especially at night. Ruskin missed this, Turner never painted it, but Rochdale and England never looked so magnificent.

3) Me being me, my life is more salacious and vibrant in retrospect (see Madonna / Princess Di story for proof)

Princess Diana, Margaret Thatcher & Madonna: These I have known

(In which Tim reveals the very secrets of his conversational success, stories to tell when on a date and adds a personal take on a trio of famous women. Some pretentious crap about tapestries and history)

Occasionally - carefully and trepidatiously - I may be on a date. If things are going well, yeah, I know, not often, Tim may kick back and pull out those killer stories that push the conversation from “Who’s this shallow buffoon?'‘ to “Get your coat Tim, you’ve pulled.”

Indulge me.

We all have those stories we whip out at the right occasion; those anecdotes that attempt to make you look better by association. I often say, we are the stories we tell. What we choose to share is who we are. Now, you’re probably thinking, that’s deep Tim. You’d be right; that lightweight humour I wear as an armour masks shadowy caverns of intellectuality. How is he still single, I hear you ask?

So, ladies, if you hear me mention the following, you know that it’s decision time. Decision time to leave early often but hey! despite repeated evidence to the contrary, we continually trace familiar arcs.

I’ll say; I’ve met some famous, even iconic women in the past, so take a choice between Princess Di, Margaret Thatcher or Madonna and I’ll tell you the story. It merits interest when the conversation is flagging, when I need an extra boost to up my bone fides with whosoever I’m with. But, like all great things in life, it’s the anticipation, the journey that matters, not the destination.

What I’m admitting is; ultimately they’re all crap anecdotes.

So, you have choice, lady with a white wine in front of her, who would like to hear about: Princess Diana, Madonna or Margaret Thatcher? Obviously the limiting choice is a false one because, like every egomaniac, I will, of course, tell all three stories anyway. As the cascading crapness of each anecdote tumbles forth, it becomes apparent that these shiny celebrity baubles are but flaming torches on a dark pathway to somewhere else.

Usually a solitary walk home in the rain, but, here we go; I’ve preambled and foreshadowed enough. On with the stories Tim!

Princess Diana

The connections between the Robsons and the Spencer family go back generations. No, my ancestors weren’t at high society balls nor swigging flasks whilst grouse shooting on some windy moor: my grandmother (RIP) was a servant at Althorp House when Diana’s father was young. Like many bright working class people of her generation, continued education was not an option and so young Dora Mason left school at 15, probably packed a solitary suitcase and left for domestic work in a grand house. All very Downtown Abbey.

Skip forward 70 or so years and the grandson of the servant and the daughter of the young lord were fated to meet. Not once, but twice. As a Rochdale boy studying at Sussex University, I’d often have to take the Brighton to Manchester train (sadly now axed). A long six-eight hour journey stopping everywhere. One of the stops was Kensington Olympia.

There I was, penning a letter - yes we used to do that, no, not with a quill - and a familiar figure wandered into view walking along the platform. None other than the Princess of Wales (as she then was), Diana Spencer. Now back then, in celeb terms, she was top of the heap. And here we were separated by less than a foot as she walked past gazing into my eyes for less than a second. She then knocked on the window and beckoned me to follow. (1) Before walking on. I’d like to say, into history but this story has a (crap) further episode.

Years later, I was working in a supermarket in Brighton in Kemptown. The staff restuarant was on the first floor and there I was, gazing out on to St James’ Street and noticed crowds gathering on both sides of the street. Who should drive by but my old friend from Kensington Olympia, Diana? Boy, was this girl persistent. No means no, yeah?

This time she drove on and I never saw her again.

Margaret Thatcher

Prime Minister 1979-1990, winner of three elections, first female PM, Falkland War victor and iconic leader of the West against communism. If she were here now, she would undoubtedly mention all these achievements en passant but, if pressed, she would probably mention the handful of times she locked eyes with young Tim Robson.

I briefly working for an MP at the House of Commons many years ago. It was here that I crossed paths with Thatcher, then at the height of her power. Whether from Strangers Gallery, at a House of Commons regetta, or, well, Strangers Gallery again, we shared moments did Margaret and I. How many alive can say they stared into those cold blue eyes, eyes that could sear through to your soul and assess if you were ‘One of Us’, friend or foe? Ultimately, she never said what she thought of me. In retrospect, I think more of her now than I did then and I’m glad I saw her in the flesh.

And onto story three.

Madonna

And so we get to my Madonna story. Probably the best of the three. You know when people say they bumped into someone? Well, in this case, I actually did bump into Madonna. Might have exchanged words.

It was sometime in the mid 00’s and for some reason my boss - a high powered VP - decided I’d been suitably obsequious and so decreed on the spur of the moment to take me to Cipriani’s, then on Park Lane. Paparazzi lined the pavement, flash bulbs were going off left and right and the restaurant was packed. (2) We drank, we ate, we drank and eventually Tim needed the bathroom. The tables were close together so it took some weaving to navigate the journey to the gents.

A narrow corridor formed between tables and I walked quickly noticing, at the other end of this confined space, a short(ish) woman who looked liked Madonna coming in the opposite direction. I looked again; yes, it really was Madonna! There was only really space for one of us between the tables and she didn’t look like she was going to let me through. Too far on to go back, I pressed ahead and we kind of bumped into each other in the middle. And then she said the following words to me which I’ll always remember:

“Asshole.”

Now isn’t that a celeb story to treasure?

Conclusion

The stories themselves are lightweight and, in one way, inconsequential. Remember what I said to you about us being the stories we tell? But they serve two purposes. Firstly, they provoke discussion, they advance the conversation from quotidian ‘how are you’, ‘where do you work’, ‘how did you get here’ to a more interesting level. Everyone’s got a celeb story to tell. Usually just as crap as my own. It’s a bonding mechanism.

Secondly, what three remarkable women! All iconic, all remembered today (yeah, yeah, Madonna’s still alive, but you know what I mean). The stories and the women involved are a link to the past, and there’s nothing so obscure as the recent past. To be footsoldier at Austerlitz and see Napoleon riding close by must have been that soldier’s go-to yarn when refilling his cup in some provincial inn back home in France years later. How he looked, the uniform he wore, the weather. These are the touches of history that evade historians but just as each stitch makes a tapestry, so does each anecdote serve a wider purpose of preserving what is often lost.

Really Tim?

Oh all right. I tell them to create curiosity and as vehicle for a few jokes. We are the stories we tell.

Notes

1) Possibly that sentence, about knocking on the window, may just be my brain playing tricks on me. Time is a great deceiver.

2) Prince Andrew & Fergie were there with their kids also that night. No, me neither.

Cloud Cuckoo Land

(In which Tim investigates Data Centres. Platitudes himself into a mild eco-frenzy and then talks remediation strategies like someone who has spent probably less than a couple of hours half reading articles on the subject. I like it that way, throwing punches in the dark, masking ignorance with blind certainty. Sorta GenZish..)

Notice how our language can be subverted? Euphemisms abound. Real intent and actions are hidden by innocuous sounding words and phrases.

‘The Cloud’ for instance.

We all know have some shadowy idea that our data sits somewhere in this mysterious thing called The Cloud. TicToc. (what’s this?) Facebook (Hi Granddad!). Emails, pictures and texts. Banking, payments, networks, online shopping, they all flow seamlessly through this transcendental world. 

Sounds sort of fluffy, no?

Bullshit, actually. Behind each online transaction lies a very physical, non cumulus world located in vast server factories all over the world and supported by a complex infrastructure of pipes and fibre optic cables, often underwater.

These data centres are vast consumers of energy. As the world becomes more interconnected, as we carelessly scroll through TicTocs of dance routines and cats doing funny things, those naughty websites with adult videos on them (not me), the data centres become inextricably larger and more numerous.

More data. More data centres. More energy needed. Vast energy use.

In these data centres, servers sit row upon row, storing our photos, remembering our transactions, facilitating our messages. This all takes energy. But just as we know that overuse of an iPhone can heat it up, likewise these servers generate heat as they whir away continuously. So they need cooling, lots of it.

More energy use. Much more energy use. 

It’s estimated that data centres use upwards of 2% of all our worldwide energy and this is growing exponentially each year. Vast amounts of water are also necessary to keep the cooling systems functional so the servers don’t overheat.

So our picturesquely named ‘The Cloud’ is anything but our fluffy friend. Like steel production - which it is rapidly catching as a major energy user in the world - data centres are a necessary evil. Unavoidable. 

Please note, I’m concerned about energy use, consumption and composition - not greenhouse gases. I’ve been concerned for some time that our ability to produce sustainable, secure and economic energy has been sidetracked and compromised by weak governments and strong green lobbyists. The failure to update our nuclear fleet has been a major failure of not just the UK.

The energy use of data centres is frightening as we expand what we put in The Cloud from photos, to scrolling social media videos to new AI applications. All sucking energy. How is this to be sustained? Will our ability to innovate as a species be constrained by our inability to produce enough energy?

Mitigation

Clearly, the major players from Apple, to Google, to Meta, to Amazon, know this. Whilst the visible end of the internet spectrum hides from the general population, governments and business know the dirty secret behind The Cloud.

Mitigation strategies are many and include, localised renewable energy sources, carbon neutral strategies, clever uses of geography (cold areas for cooling for example, or hot areas for solar energy), water based cooling (in the sea for example), optimal server redesign, converting surplus heat into energy.

Many strategies but the rise of connectivity, AI, videos, and businesses moving to Cloud based solutions - for security, cost reduction, future proofing, speed - all contribute to the snowball hurtling down the mountain that is data centres. Best intentions sometimes aren’t enough.

Knowledge is Power?

Knowledge is power. Power, judiciously exercised can lead to change. Peaceful, incremental, beneficial change. The first step is to realise that the internet, our phones, our social media, The Cloud itself, is not cost free. All our actions, cumulated together, are creating a monster of environmental impacts.

Reluctantly, I admit that governments probably have to play a part. Holding the ring, not swinging within. Businesses who use ‘The Cloud’ can play a part by lobbying for cleaner, more efficient data centres, and by informing their customers of the environmental impacts of their data policies. However, I’m wary of ceding power to self certified experts/third parties who often seem to push agendas in the guise of ‘measuring ESG’. Who guards the guardians is a great liberal principle.

Ultimately though, we - the consumers - are also jointly culpable and so individually we must ask, what can I do?

Practical tips for individuals and businesses

For a start, gluing yourself to the road or vandalising works of art are not an option. Grow up! Prison is where you should be and you have no place in rational discussion. GAFJ. *

So, here’s some practical tips to help steady the growth of data centres and reduce the power that they use. It’s interesting what we can do!

• Delete emails, keep to inbox zero. It’s good practice anyway, isn’t it?

• Don't send unnecessary emails, keep the cc’s low. Go 1980’s on everyone’s ass - be mysterious, untraceable.

• Delete photos. Do you really need 28 selfies per night to get that one perfect shot. Bin the dross.

• Use Google docs and share them rather than use email (also good for security - we’ve all sent docs to the wrong person!)

• Type a website directly into the browser (or click on a URL). Searches use 4 times more energy

• Websites: lighter colours are less ‘heavy’, simple pictures are easier to load and use less energy. As universally recognised fonts, Arial and Verdana load faster. Use simple code - don’t overcomplicate things. Check your website’s footprint at Websitecarbon.com

• Videos and music on your phone. Download, don’t stream.

• Video /social media - disable autoplay

• If you’re listening to a song on Youtube, for example, but not watching it, stream or download the song from a music site.

• Read books. Slow burn knowledge. Builds resilience and patience and is a good habit.

• Quit social media. Conroversial but true. I did it years ago. From my off grid cabin in the wood, reading Appian, I don’t miss it.

It's an interesting list. Every individual plays a part. Each part adds to a whole. The internet is great advance for society, bringing benefits from access to knowledge, to instantaneous communication, fast payments, online shopping, and yes, videos of dogs playing the piano. But there is a downside. Nothing is cost free.

Knowledge of this should dictate behaviour. It won’t but it should. Otherwise demand of services will outstrip supply of energy. Our governments have been criminally negligent sleeping at the wheel whilst mouthing platitudes about solar energy. Yes, I’m back on the nuclear train again. Nuclear? Yes; the way we can safely add base load to meet increasing demand. One for another post !

• GAFJ: Get a Fucking Job. @Tim Robson 2024. Fetch.

Songs we hate to love

Sub title - So Wrong It’s RIght!

Sometimes, in the dark, after a couple of drinks, you know you do something sooo wrong but it feels sooo right? A fumble. A stumble and well, whilst we're here - may as well?

But then you hear out the full Abba track...

See what I did there? Started all suggestive and then pulled out early and did some damage to your curtains. Anyway, the theme of today’s descent away from ancient Rome and Electric Arc Furnace steel production, is those songs that everyone affects to hate but then, secretly, love. Well, me anyway.

I’ll try and not make this a ‘Tim reminisces about watching Top of the Pops in the 70’s’ borefest. I’ll mix it up. A bit. Having said that, let’s start with:-

Devil Woman - Cliff Richard (1976)

Long car journeys, 70’s compilations, I can find all manner of excuses to whip this Cliff classic out. It’s disco, it’s guitar led. It’s slightly misogynist. Cliff warns us about women and their evil feminine ways (no sniggering at the back). Total classic and Cliff’s biggest hit in the States. This is the only Cliff song you can air guitar and head bang to. Well. you can, but you’d look a twat. Don’t ask how I know this.

Yes Sir I Can Boogie - Baccara (1977)

We’re all a product of our background. Our history. We fight it but, you know, nature / nuture and all that. So yes, I was around when this talent-free zone briefly burgled the UK charts in 1977 with this song (and it’s follow up - Sorry I’m a Lady). Objectively, it’s shite. A disco by numbers with two talentless singers giving it some fake Donna Summer’s orgasmic lift. I think they’re Spanish. Represented Luxembourg in the Eurovision… And yet, it’s one of my favourites. Play it. It’ll be one of yours too. You’re welcome.

Hannah Montana and The Jonas Brothers - We Got the Party (2008)

A deep cut, man. What do you do to improve a bonafide teen classic sung by a young Miley Cyrus in a crap blonde wig? Yes, add the Jonas Brothers (who the fuck are they? - editor). Miley / Hannah rocks out this surprisingly heavy tune with syncopated fuzz tone guitars. ANYWHERE WE ARE, ANYWHERE WE GO, EVERYBODY KNOWS; WE GOT THE PARTY WITH US! As Taylor Swift used to say - probably insincerely - on her Red Tour (yes, I was there too) when introducing some has-been guest - “this is my jam”.

Whigfield - Saturday Night (1994)

90’s dancehall classic by an Italian songwriting team fronted by a hot Danish singer. Catchy pop - bouncing bass, dancey keyboards, infectious tune and, did I mention, a hot blonde Danish singer? Some weird repetitive duck quacking. Simpler times children, simpler times. It’s not pretentious in the slightest but is dance gold… Wasn’t there a routine that goes with this?

Nellie The Elephant - The Toy Dolls (1984)

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Punk band flips a Disney classic and has rough sex with it. Aged badly but it was never that great. You had to be there, in a Rochdale disco swaying after too many snakebites. Then, and only then, was it a classic (so, why are you playing it now, Tim?).

Jilted John - Gordon is a Moron (1978)

The 70’s… Those were different times. The past was a different country, and all that. A song about John being dumped by Julie in favour of Gordon who, apparently, is a moron. And many others things too rude to mention on an ESG approved 2024 website. Sub-punk, witty lyrics, catchy chorus, bass solo, a long fade out with every insult under the sun for the afore mentioned Julie and Gordon. Did I really see this on BBC’s Top of the Pops? It all seems like a dream now.

Everyday - Troy (High School Musical 2) - 2007

It’s gotta be done! Tweeny-pop channeling ‘Oh Happy Day’ at the end when the cast, always faux sceptical of Troy & Gabrielle and their musical theatre ambitions, put aside their reservations and stand up, clap along and provide a rousing end to the film. Lightweight, derivative, cliched, but fuck it, tracing the arc of this slow builder is a pleasurable experience. Back when Disney knew their market, what the hell their purpose is; giving smiles to little ones and happy memories to those not so young (and now older still).

Hands Up - Ottowan (1981)

“La gard meurt et il ne se rend pas.” The stirring words of General Cambronne at Waterloo as The Old Guard went down fighting are echoed not at all by this French disco-pop duo 166 years later but the same indomitable Gallic spirit punched it’s way into this list. Happy to oblige. Memories of Costa holidays, warm evenings, light weight Europe pop and disco lights. Like the grand old general at Waterloo, this song takes no prisoners and fights to death to get you up and dancing with an irresistable mix of clap-clap beat, daft lyrics and an ear wormish tune. You start ironic. You end a convert.

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There’s more. So many more. For those about to embarrass themselves, we salute you!

Where there's muck, there's Brass

(In which Tim opines about steel production, decarbonisation, scrap yards. It’s a good read and I’ll try to distinguish this version from the official LinkedIn version by adding some poor attempts at humour. Maybe some swearing. Who knows?)

In an unlikely alliance that unites the practical with the theoretical, UK scrap yards find themselves at the forefront of a movement that is potentially both virtuous and commercial.

We’ve long known that scrap yards are one of the best exemplars of the circular economy. They take what has been mined, produced, and become obsolete, strip it down and then return it to be used again.

Your old car, for instance.

Cars are full of various metals like steel or copper that can be reused once they go through the scrapping process. (1)  Clearly recycling is infinitely better, not to say cheaper, than mining fresh iron and coal to create new steel and, crucially, much cleaner and better for the environment.

By volume, one of the world’s more polluting industries is traditional blast furnace steel production which - whilst necessary for a steel hungry world - also leaves a very heavy environmental footprint (approx 7% of all global greenhouse emissions). We all use steel. We all need steel. How we ‘create’ it though should be of interest.

Reducing the heavy environmental cost of primary steel production would be a clear win in cutting down pollution in our world. Luckily, there is however another steel making method which utilises electric arc furnace (EAF) technology. EAF has only one third of the environmental impact of blast steel production and - crucially - uses recycled steel as its major input.

EAF has been around for years. Centuries even. But as we always tended to worship the new; new steel, mined and belched out by blast furnaces, was the predominant method. And produced better steel than recycled steel which could have all sorts of other metals and oxides lurking within. But EAF tech has moved on and will continue to do so.

Earlier this year there was a blast furnace of publicity in the UK (see what I did there?) when Tata Steel in South Wales decided to close its last remaining blast furnace and move to Electric Arc Furnace technology. British Steel is also changing its processes to EAF technology at its plants in Teesside and Scunthorpe.

This will be a great step ahead for sustainability and one concomitant effect is that there will be a domestic market for UK recycled steel, 80% of which is currently exported to destinations such as Turkey, India and Egypt. (2)

If the UK can grow its EAF steel making capacity, then scrap yards will be at the forefront of providing the raw materials. Instead of exporting scrap steel, the impetus could switch to domestic sales which also reduces the overall carbon footprint of the industry as less is shipped abroad.

A few caveats thropwn in to provide a spurious balance to my advocacy.

Price

The price has to be right, of course. But with fresh demand being created locally, UK scrap yards are in the ideal place to take advantage of this new market. (3)

Quality

Previously there have been arguments about the quality of reclaimed steel and thus limitations on its usage. However, with more advanced processes to clean the scrapped metals, and the ability to vary the components within an electric arc furnace, this gap could potentially be closed.

Job Losses

EAF technology employs less people than traditional blast furnaces. Workers in the steel industry will be displaced. It’s always the way. ‘Learn to code’ doesn’t cover it (thanks Joe Biden) but old industries do die away as technology - or environmental imperatives - dictate changes. I heard somewhere thy’ll be millions of jobs in the green economy. Time to prove it.

So, the EAF conversion is a challenge to UK plc and both a challenge and opportunity for UK scrap yards. I’m interested to see how this plays out. Instinctively, it seems we have demand (EAF steel producers in the UK) and supply (10M tons of recycled steel). Surely the two can match up so we’re all a winner.

I like practical steps and realistic solutions. I like the way technology can improve lives and I desire the world to be less polluted. Those morons who destroy stuff, annoy others and bleat about climate change have no solutions other than living in a cave and keeping warm by burning dung. Not a great future. But incremental steps - new, less polluting processes, recycling and human ingenuity will win every time.

The big winner for the UK adopting EAF technology in steel production should be the environment. And that, is of course, a good thing.

Talking of good things… I’m working on my next century of Roman battles. This time it’s the 2nd century BC and so I’ll be discussing in the article the fall of Corinth and Carthage in 146BC as well as Marius handing the Teutones their ass with his new model legions in 101BC.

PRETENTIOUS NOTES

1. The car scrapping process is described here by Hill Metals

2. Value of UK iron scrap exports in 2022 was $3.9B equating to around 8M tonnes or 80% of the total scrap

3. Compulsory / legislative bans on exporting scrap metal should be avoided. The domestic market participation should be voluntary.

4. I like to use the word concomitant. It’s both big and clever.

FURTHER READING (yeah, go on, read up. It’s a fun ride)

Scrap Local - good summary of the pros and cons of the shift to EAF  technology: https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/new-era-steel-recycling-tata-steels-eaf-green-transition-scraplocal-ylnae/

TATA announcement: https://eurometal.net/eaf-innovation-scrap-management-guarantee-steelmaking-uk-steel/

Good overview from ING : https://think.ing.com/articles/why-is-ferrous-scrap-a-strategic-raw-material/

BMRA on potential restrictions in recycled steel exports in the UK: https://www.mrw.co.uk/news/restricting-scrap-steel-exports-would-be-catastrophic-says-bmra-08-01-2024/

The internet, porn and the opiate of the masses : 2016 Repost

I thought I repost this article from August 2016 which can still be seen on my blog. As you can see, I was aware of the underlying tensions in the Ukraine and, five and half years before Putin invaded, that there were EU/US inspired tensions from 2014. My salient point that regions with a rich and complex history are being used to push other agendas still stands. In fact, better now than in August 2016 when clearly I could see the lies and manipulation even then. Which doesn’t support one side or another but just cautions blindly being led by those who seek to profit or who have hidden motives. My points about the role of the media, the gatekeepers, the custodians of the current view have also aged well. This was written pre Covid.

I’ve lightly edited out aged references or irrelevant asides but left the piece as written.

My advocating of a person curating their own news agendas from multiple sources is still my viewpoint. Interesting that when people started to do this during the Covid era, it became yet another stick in which to beat those with opposing views. Condescension is never far away from the lips of those who accept agendas unquestionably.

TR March 2024

Original Article, August 2016

One of the major differences between my parents' generation and mine and probably between mine and my children's is the way we consume news. I literally cannot stand anymore to watch the BBC (or other channels) as they push their own news agenda. The prominence they give to stories. The stories they cover. The stories they don't cover. What angle the reporters choose to push. Who the guests are.

"Tonight we're discussing spending lots of taxes on some bullshit cause de jour. Supporting this we have Mother Theresa, Gandhi and Martin Luther King. Opposing is Adolf Hitler. "

Suddenly we're all supposed to be interested in The Ukraine, or Syria, or Iran, or wherever public school educated lefties in editorial positions decide we need to be lectured about next.  And then - like magic - the issue disappears as the cameramen go onto the next story. Don't get me wrong. There are things that happen in these, and other places, that are newsworthy, but I don't necessarily agree on the broadcasters' news agenda, nor their selective editing or timings. So in 2015, for instance, there was the migrant crisis and all those pictures of young men walking across Europe was on TV every night. This year the numbers flocking to Europe is up. But during the referendum period, did we see any pictures of this? It was happening but strangely, not on our TV screens. Funny that. 

A couple of years back, The Ukraine was all over our screens. The toppling of democratically elected - but corrupt - president by the mob was shown in a sympathetic light. The fight back against this in the east of the country and Crimea, was presented as a bad thing. Especially when Russia joined in. If you supported the EU and approve of the demonising and provoking of Russia, you would push one angle. If you hated the EU, you would push another. Personally, the ignorance and propagandising of our TV coverage sickened me. 

So I decided to do some reading on the history of The Ukraine. What I found was a region so rich with history, wars, pogroms, dirty dealings, hatreds going back centuries that any non specialist would hesitate to say anything, let alone push an agenda. So the attempt by our TV and newspapers to pickle this into a Russia - Bad, pro EU Ukraine - Good narrative just seemed wilfully ignorant. Or deliberate.

The good news is that today there's no excuse to not to be your own news editor and set your own agenda. There's a big, vast internet out there. With a few clicks you can watch videos, read articles from many sources, check facts, go into depth and make your mind up. This democratisation of knowledge is one of the greatest advances in human history. Everything available at just a few seconds notice! 

But surely we need gatekeepers -  shout the statists, the control freaks. The people who were in charge or those who seek to control basically despise, forever and a day, their fellow humans. We're allowed our vote but god forbid we start to challenge received wisdom, start to push back, start to baulk at the titular binary choices we're offered that actually are just two cheeks of the same arse...

Well - getting rid of de haute en bas tossers who love control, is a good thing and actively to be encouraged. As I get older - as faith in my own certainty diminishes - my faith in the collective wisdom of people grows.

But, and it's a big BUT, if we are to be our own editors, if we are to determine our own news agendas, there comes responsibility too. It's the other side of the coin of freedom or liberty. The sentient person has to be aware of their own biases, their own agendas, their own ability to think the best of their own side and do down the other. It's human nature but the zealot, with eyes in the mid distance, ears shutted, is always to avoided.

So - what to do? Read widely. Read across the divide. Engage with arguments. Test out your own. Push your understanding. Improve yourself. 

Yeah, it's a bitch, I get that. But ignorance swirls around us, waiting for victims. Bad people await at the gate waiting to be let in. Ambitious people will try to manipulate you. 

"Libraries gave us power" sang the Manic Street Preachers, in another era about an even earlier era. And so they did. And their modern day equivalent - the internet - still does. Use them. Or lose them. There are people who'd rather you consumed the opiate of celebrity gossip and porn whilst real power was being curtailed.

Let me leave you with The Beatles semi live on The David Frost show pissing on absolutely everyone (as per usual)... 

The Jewish War Josephus: Book Review

In which Tim discusses this detailed record of one of Rome’s most hard fought campaigns in the first century AD. 21st Century relevance alert!

The destruction of the second temple in Jerusalem in AD70 was the climax of a bitter siege by the Romans under Titus as they sought to end the Jewish rebellion. It is a seminal episode in history that started the process of scattering the Jews away from their own homeland. This had a mournful effect throughout the following two millennia. Those echoes still reverberate today.

The author, Josephus, was a Jewish priest who turned rebel general in the uprising against the Romans in the AD60’s before switching sides, eventually working with the Romans against the Zealots holed up in Jerusalem.

The Jewish War is a detailed book which traces the origins of the first century Jewish rebellion against their Roman masters. The first part deals with the history of the Jews from the second century BC. Lots of Antipaters and Herods (there seem to be about only three names in Judea!) back stabbing each other. On top of the palace intrigues, overlay Roman general Pompey who conquers Judea as a side hustle in his battle to defeat Mithridates in the 60’s BC. The Romans impose their own dynasty onto the Jews and now we have Herod the Great and his family added to the mix. Over the next hundred years or so, there’s more backstabbing, incompetent and venal Roman governors, lots of Jewish in-fighting - both political and religious - until we hit the mid 60’s AD and the whole thing kicks off.

Rome had a major rebellion on its hands.

Nero appointed Vespasian to command the Roman forces to put down the insurrection. His force consisted of four regular legions supplemented by local levies from the allied kingdoms around Judea. Vespasian was supported by his son Titus. When Nero was overthrown in 68AD, Vespasian left the conflict to pursue his own imperial ambitions (he became emperor in 69AD) and it was Titus that conducted the final stages of the war including the climatic siege of Jerusalem.

Like Caesar in his Gallic Commentaries and Civil War books, Josephus is a participant in the events but - in the main - prefers to write about himself in the third person. It’s a literary device that tends to obscure bias but, that aside, the narrative is gripping as the Romans slowly, slowly, bring the province to heel. There’s sieges and battles, ambushes and massacres on both sides. It’s brutal. There’s zealotry (yes, the religious fanatics are indeed called Zealots!) there’s stupidity, venality amidst the chaos as well as great feats of organised warfare from the Roman legions as they close in on the Temple.

The Temple is burnt - according to Josephus - by accident, by the stubbornness of the zealots, against the wishes of Titus and the Romans moving in for the kill as the siege gradually comes to an end. The people of Jerusalem are main victims; hemmed in between the Zealots who won’t let them leave and the Romans who have to take the city. Innocents always suffer when the dogs of war are let loose.

For anyone interested in Roman history, I would recommend this book. You will be immersed into a small corner of the empire, how the army operated as well as constantly being reminded that the cities and provinces where the action takes place so long ago are still very much part of an evolving history.

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What do I conclude?

The over-riding feeling I got from reading this book, is the unchanging aspect of human nature. The Jews and Romans of 2000 years ago are no different from ourselves. These days we blithely tend to follow the maxim that the past is a foreign country and that they do things differently there. However, I’m tempted to disagree; the actors may change but the play remains the same. The people who inhabited the Roman world are all too recognisable.

So my takeaway from this detailed book - which gives really useful information about the two hundred years around the birth of Christ (and yes, Jesus seems to be a common Jewish name too!) - is that for all our progress materially since the first century AD, we are just one small step away from brutality always.

It’s a sobering thought.

Macro Trends: Picnicking on the Precipice

I have learnt that economists have the consistency of a stopped clock; the occasions when they are right tend to be overwhelmed by those where they are not.

Sometimes they make the right call but get the timing wrong. That’s the fate of theorists and those preaching underlying value; but being theoretically correct is no substitute for being actually right. Sometimes however, an economist's prognosis is so weak and equivocal that any temporary blip or slight statistical tilt can result in an undeserved victory lap. (1)

Obviously, a year spent working through macro economic equations at Sussex University does not qualify me to be a fully fledged economist. It did however train me in humility and fallibility. So, clown feet to the fore, here I go again, treading into the world of macro economic predictions.

Energy

The Ukrainian War brought into focus the fragility of supply chains but especially energy security. Previously, all conversations around energy concerned the rather lofty goal of eliminating fossil fuels and decarbonisation. Keeping the lights on through security of supply is now the new rock n’ roll for western governments. The Just Stop Oil morons are appearing not only wrong but passé.

The limitations of solar and wind power (intermittency, costly rare metals, storage) needs to be bolstered by a base load provider. I’ve written before about the emerging consensus that nuclear is the way to go. As nuclear has a predictable base load and - uranium aside - is domestically secure, there is an increasing trend towards building new generation IV reactors, increase use of small modular reactors whilst also extending the existing fleet.

Of course, thorium reactors and molten salt processes could (should) be way forward but as with everything concerning nuclear, politics and inertia will get in the way. Reusing nuclear waste also suffers from underinvestment but, with investment, nuclear could go nuclear in a big way in the next few years. (2)

Fossil fuels are not the way of the future but they are the bridge. Prematurely hacking at the supports of this bridge and shutting off financing is a poor policy as new oil fields are becoming harder to find, and harder to exploit. Let’s hope sense prevails as we transition from one energy paradigm to another.

How we pay for energy might however be at an inflection point.

De-dollarisation / Blockchain

The status of the dollar as the world’s reserve currency is under attack. The recent moves of the BRICS nations to explore global payments (especially oil) in currencies other than the dollar is a major development in the last couple of years and was on the agenda of their annual meeting in South Africa recently. (2)

Put simply, if demand for dollars - and inter alia dollar debt - wanes then this will have a major impact on both the system of world trade but particularly the US’s ability to print its way out of trouble. However, there is no agreed alternative medium in sight, for example, none of the BRICS currencies are able to play this role. (3)

The eventual alternative to the dollar will, I’m sure, involve blockchain technology. Potentially the solution could be an exciting amalgamation of both old and new, blockchain technology linked to physical gold. Back to the future indeed!

Could the dollar make a comeback? Let’s look at debt and bond yields.

Debt and Bond Yields

Congress recently raised the debt ceiling and US debt now stands at $33T with no clear path to lower this inexorable rise. Taxes won’t be raised, spending won’t be cut, and so the only solution will be the further issuing of debt to a market increasingly backing away from dollars (see above). Therefore bond yields are rising, forcing the contribution of debt interest to the federal budget to rise concomitantly (currently on a clear and short path to $1T per annum). And those cheap COVID era bonds are having to be refinanced at much higher rates.

The Fed has been trying, weakly, to shrink its balance sheet in 2023. But if demand for USD bonds declines it will have to pivot and start firing up those printing presses again to monetise a growing debt that is both hard to sell and expensive to service. (4)

But QE - as we now know, and should always have known, leads to inflation.

Inflation

The entirely predictable spike in inflation rates over the last couple of years has been lowering over the last few months. This lays bare the real underlying question; what proportion of the increase was due to supply side shocks caused by COVID and what proportion was caused by QE?

So whilst global supply chains have been - to some extent - normalised, what is the residual after effect of printing money? It could be that inflation has been secularised within our system regardless of the price shocks and that higher base levels will be the norm for some time.

And so, to fight inflation, interest rates will remain high, cutting off investment and freezing the housing market. Could this lead to a recession?

Recession?

The primary question over the last year is whether we are heading into a recession and, if we are, will it be a deep recession or a mild one? Most economists thought there would be a recession in the second half of 2023. That seems unlikely but the signals are mixed. Employment numbers remain high, inflation is dropping but above target and COVID hysteria has - mostly - stopped. China opened up this year and supply chains have re-orientated despite the shock of the Ukrainian War and the concomitant sanctions imposed by the West on Russia.

But, inflation remains high, real estate in the US and China is looking precarious (5), western government debt keeps rising along with yields, the banking system has been rocked by the banking collapses, oil prices are rising once more…

I predict a mild recession in 2024. But my longer term view is that unless western governments get to grip with the twin issues of debt and energy, recessions will appear more frequently with lower lows and lower highs.

Coda - Are You Not Entertained? AKA - what do I really think?

I circle around and but finally come out punching. Yes recession next year. Yes, more recessions to come, maybe not huge but more frequent and tracing a downward path unless we sort out energy supply and our governments stop spending money they do not have. I understand Keynesian counter cyclical pump priming but why do our governments always spend more than they have even in good times and either monetise the debt and so cause inflation, or borrow and pass on the liability to future generations?

Well Tim, they do it because they can. What stops them? Fiat currencies have no earthly bounds beyond market tolerance. And that market is broken. We have the current perversity of US analysts right now living in a topsy-turvy world where good news is bad news and bad news is good news. So if employment figures are healthy then markets are depressed because analysts think that tight labour markets mean that the Fed will not lower interest rates. They want BAD news so the Fed will pivot and lower rates and maybe print more money. But QE, as we know, tends to inflate asset prices and so apart from being wrong in so many others ways, also tends towards pushing money to those that have at the expense of those who do not. You don’t have to be a redistributive socialist to be angry about that.

Was it always like this? Did everything depend on central banks and whether funds rates are a half point up or a quarter point down? I suspect not. Maybe, maybe, in the past we produced products of value and investments were made on real value and not cheap money. Maybe.

The answer seems to take away the punch bowel from politicians. Every crisis is met by spending someone else’s money and if that isn’t available, just conjuring it up anyway and causing inflation. But perhaps that’s too easy an answer. Maybe the fault lies in the mirror - our politicians only bribe us with our own money because we let them, want to be convinced they have the answers.

Maybe economics is like salvation; true grace starts from within. And that, my friends, is a much harder journey.

NOTES

1) Which prompts me to relate the old joke about the economist who predicted 15 of the last 2 recessions. Maybe Keynes had it right when asked about what will happen in the long run - “In the long run we are all dead.”

2) I feel a little smug that my (tiny) investments in uranium companies have shown decent growth in 2023. If only all my stock picks were as prescient. More seriously, the 1970’s decision to drop the thorium programme in favour of uranium, seems increasingly dumb. Maybe I’ll explore this further at some future time.

3) The loud discussions in the macro community about de-dollarisation obscures the reality (so far). Whilst central bank reserves of USD have dropped 7% to 59% over the past 7 years, worldwide trade in dollars - according to ING, has hardly moved in that same period. The BRICS conference recently tasked the countries to investigate local and alternative currencies by next year. A related but out of scope issue for rivals to the dollar, is the huge Euro Dollar market which facilitates dollar trades outside the US.

4) Remember the BoE was forced to buy bonds last autumn to prop up the UK pension market.

5) Evergrand crashing and the Chinese real estate market, built on debt and speculation, may cause a large crash of the Chinese market (30% of all activity is real estate related). US real estate may get hit by mortgage rate inertia where people with a low existing mortgage decide it’s not worth moving when the incremental cost of a more expensive mortgage is factored in.

Divine Discontent

Divine Discontent

(In which Tim strays semi-cluelessly into the realms of philosophy, ham fistedly applies it to business and then reverses himself at the end of the article inelegantly. Situation normal then!)

Linkedin is an unusual place to find philosophical insights laced with religious undertones.

Posts tend to celebrate being at an exhibition stand in a conference hall somewhere, are thrilled at coming third place in an obscure sectoral awards ceremony or enthusiastically virtue signal support for some fashionable cause.

All well and good, it is a business network after-all. Quotidian posts are gonna do what they’re gonna do. We all play the game.

So my interest was piqued when I saw a video featuring an old boss of mine - now head of a multinational organisation - in which he used the phrase ‘divine discontent’ to describe grappling with a large business problem.

Interesting phrase that - divine discontent. And not just because of the alliterative quality of the phrase, though poetry in written and spoken discourse always attracts being so rare. 

An otherworldly dissatisfaction… An innate restlessness with the status quo... I can certainly picture a divine discontent driving a Weber-esque worldly asceticism, powering a Protestant work ethic of ceaseless productivity to be nearer the divine. (1)

But I can think of two other applications of divine discontent which eschew any religiosity; personal journeys and, more prosaically, business problems. Indulge me.

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Firstly, and briefly, the personal. A divine discontent implies an uncomfortable gap between ‘what we are in comparison to what we have the power to become’. (2) Put simply, you could be achieving more in all the normal vectors of life - family, relationships, work, personal growth. The discontent drives change in your habits and aspirations. It propels you forward into being more engaged and, presumably, happy. 

And Business? I believe this is the context where my ex boss was using the phrase. (3) Here a divine discontent suggests a discomfort with a process, a strategy or product. A feeling that those processes, strategies, and products could be better; that there is a gap between what is offered and what could be offered.

I’m sure we all have this feeling from time to time. Everybody knows that a camel is a horse designed by a committee, and that a fuzzy purpose results in an unsatisfactory result. Or that by constantly narrowing a scope results in timid innovation and lost opportunities. 

So, maybe we should engage our divine discontent. Perhaps, as humans, we weren’t designed to be comfortable. Comfort suggests complacency and inertia neither of which are admirable qualities in business life.

Pearls are created by grit. Irritation can develop into beauty. Likewise divine discontent can transform that adequate, mediocre widget into a world beating semiconductor!

There is a potential downside of us all following our instincts though. Imagine everyone obeying their inner voices, articulating their inner discontent! Business life would become a constant and vexatious battle of self righteous bores convinced that God was telling them that the widget has been designed wrong.

Mmmm. maybe then, let me revise myself. Divine discontent is probably best in the religious field. How can I become closer to God, serve him better by good deeds, by engaging in my community? Second, the personal. Why am I unhappy? What can I do to reboot my life so it is purposeful and fulfilling? And then, in the business world, we should have leaders that are always uncomfortable with current successes, products and strategies and are looking for new horizons. Top down.

Or - if you have a divine discontent at work - get the hell out and follow your own dream. Your instincts are often right but are flattened by compromise. Be the pearl, not the mud!

Notes

1) Max Weber - The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (1905)

2) Neal A Maxwell

3) I remember a time, was it 15 years ago?, when all senior managers at a certain multi national, started using the word ‘maniacal’ as if being paid to do so. Every project had to have a ‘maniacal focus’. We all had to be ‘maniacal’ in signing customers. In retrospect, and at the time, the herd like mentality of a certain type corporate animal appals me. Bellends.

David Crosby - RIP

(Apologies - this has sat in draft, unfinished for months)

There was a time, different place, different era, when I played The Byrds obsessively. The twinkling 12 string Rickenbacker, the three part harmonies, Gene Clark’s brooding magnificence, McGuinn’s granny glasses and Crosby’s cheeky grin, cape and high harmony.

I think my induction to the Byrds proper was the Original Singles Album (1965/67) which featured their first eight singles both A and B sides. Amongst the obvious Clark originals and Dylan covers - Mr Tambourine Man, Feel A Whole Lot Better for example, I discerned another quite different voice creeping in on the later cuts, all B sides. David Crosby.

On that album he is featured solo on three self penned classics - Why, What’s Happening?!?! and Everybody’s Been Burned. Within these three you have the quintessential Crosby vibe - laid back, melodic, whilst employing an almost conversational approach to lyrics.

Interestingly enough, it wasn’t until the third album, after Clark left, that Crosby starting putting forward his own songs. He had written previously - The Airport Song from Preflyte, the years later collection of early Bryds demos, is one of my favourites - but for the next couple of years until he was kicked out, Crosby was the Byrds main man.

Classics from this time - the groove of I See You, the sexual freedom of Triad - and the unreleased madness of Psychodrama City. The standout song though was released as a single in 1967; Lady Friend. It’s pretty obscure as the single failed and didn’t even make it onto an album. But it’s a classic - rollicking, brass led, great harmonies, usual Crosby sideways lyrics. A lost masterpiece in plain sight.

And then he was booted out of the Byrds and formed Crosby, Stills and Nash and went onto write other classics of which Genevieve is the most outstanding and up with anything he wrote for the Byrds. Haunting, beautiful lyrics with some great guitar from the man himself. See video below. Deja Vu is also a decent song. There are occasional gems both in this configuration and on his solo album but I have to say, I prefer my Crosby in the Byrds period.

Crosby. A one off. RIP.

Sustaining the unsustainable

Years ago, I went on a tour of Costa Rica. Coast to coast. San Jose, Arenal, Quepos, Tortuguero; the Caribbean & Pacific. Rain forests, cloud forests, sandy beaches, tropical rain storms, volcanos and turtles.

I bought a rough-hewn notebook made from the byproduct of the coffee harvesting process complete with a turtle pictured on the front. Nightly, as I traversed this wonderful country, I would muse, at length, on the nature of eco tourism, sustainability, mass tourism, how to protect the rainforests from encroaching farmland and the dangers of indigenous poverty.

I was drawn to Costa Rica because of their advanced rainforest protection policies, reforestation, eco-friendly tourism and their lack of a standing army. An all round good place!

I suspect by this time in my life I’d stopped reading The Guardian and drifted to the slightly more centralist - though Blair supporting - Times (that’s the London Times to you Americans). However, my notebook was still redolent with ‘on the one hand, but on the other’ equivocations beloved of Guardian editorials of old. Basically, I wanted my cake but I also wanted to lecture people about obesity.

My arguments, written from rain drenched huts high in the hills or under siege from ferocious armies of ants, went something like this (I’m summarising a more nuanced argument, but not by much):

Eco tourism good, mass tourism bad. There needs to be some infrastructure in order to shepherd tourists to certain places, to bring in the money to enable the other, more untouched areas to be protected and remain untouched. The tourism paradox.

Noble thoughts. Very 90’s third way. A practical solution to a growing problem. This was before Al Gore started jetting around the world telling us not to fly and before global warming was relabelled to the more research grant friendly catch all, ‘climate change’. However, environmentalism and sustainability (dare one use the word conservation?), is something that should rise above partisan agendas so I’ll not mention the climate lobby again.

Some Early Thoughts

An interesting aside from the 70’s… There was no domestic recycling bin in those days and only cranks and weirdy-beardies out in Hebdon Bridge used to fill up the sparse bottle banks. Not so the Robson household. We’d store all the empty wine bottles in the garage until there were so many we couldn’t access the chest freezer at the back to get out the Sunday roast. At that point we’d pack them all up into the boot of the Lada and drive them down to - seemingly - Rochdale’s only bottle bank and guiltily plop them in one by one (such alcoholics). Ben Shaws pop bottles I used to return to the local shop myself for the 1p fee. The 1p was quickly handed back for 4 Black Jacks or Fruit Salads. (1)

Small example number two: I was taught never to litter and still don’t and neither do my children. There’s nothing so dispiriting than the environment being strewn with rubbish. It ruins urban communities and beauty spots alike. Some preventions are easy to do and so - it seems - as easy to ignore. Throw your rubbish away properly, eh?

As regular readers of this blog will know (hi Tim!) I’ve long been interested in the interplay between the environment, incentives and regulation. It will not surprise anyone that I come down, often - though not exclusively - on the side of enlightened incentives (see Costa Rica example above).

Corporate… Keep it Local

But back to supporting the environment… We’re all aware of green washing, aren’t we? Where corporates extol how very green they are in order to attract investors and customers. It seems very cynical. There’s an element of Danegeld about it; adopt these policies or face the wrath of the social media vikings or ESG hunting mega-funds. But, if there’s a positive impact, then do the ends justify the means?

In a word, no. Or, at least, not to virtue signal.

So, here’s some environmental ideas.

• Keep it local and tangible. Benefit the community you work in.

• Keep it non political. If it’s perceived to be political you will lose goodwill but you probably won’t know it.

• Keep your goals realistic

• Involve the stakeholders

  • The staff should buy in. Local. Tangible. (2)

  • The company should think through the ends - what objective are they trying to achieve? It shouldn’t be abstract nor a box ticking exercise. (3)

  • Customers should understand what the company is doing.

• Combining these… I believe once a goal, project is adopted, the staff should be involve with their time, talent and treasure. If a voluntary way of customers also helping can be found, then this should be adopted. Regular website updates can be shown to promote the enterprise and the practical nature of the project.

But what about sustainability? Well, let’s start with Reuse, Recycle, Reduce. More to come on this…

Some Notes

1) We may have gained many things over the last few decades but we’ve also lost some. Walking. Kids being responsible. A fully functional system to return glass from whence it came.

2) Every man according as he purposeth in his heart, so let him give; not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loveth a cheerful giver.. – 2 Corinthians 9:7

3) Therefore when thou doest thine alms, do not sound a trumpet before thee, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may have glory of men. Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.– Matthew 6:2

Martin Amis - A Personal Recollection

There was a time in the 90’s, pre-Oasis, when, unencumbered by an Epiphone guitar nor deafened by a Marshall valvestate amp, my cultural dalliances were more literary than musical. It was that brief period when I felt being a failed writer was way cooler than being an unsuccessful rock star.

Stepping into this long-lost world where Kerouac played John the Baptist, a wordy messiah inspired my creative bursts. Martin Amis.

As I was then (the unpaid) editor of the in-house Amex magazine, a bibliophilic colleague thought I’d appreciate a book he’d just finished – Amis’ bedazzling Money. How very right this perspicacious telephone customer service rep was! A fresh and exciting world opened out to me like a welcoming but insatiable lover; time became meaningless if denied the tap, tap, tap of fingers on keyboard, without the blissful agony of creation. Suddenly – briefly but oh so vividly – my writings switched abruptly from vengeful fictions of my own life – full of dead prose, funereal plots – to sharply drawn vignettes of urban life; violent, acutely observed, colourfully rendered into long phrases heavy with pretentiousness.

I’d become an Amis clone.

This feverish phase lasted probably no more than three years and two girlfriends – perhaps just the time between Nirvana and Oasis’ Reading Festival appearances and no more than that. But, as with all youthful experiences, what is now merely a glancing blow, then cut oh so deep.

My conceit was flattered early, I won a literary competition with the first creation under my new guise, an arrogant would-be masterpiece, a short story set in Brighton. Reading it now, I can observe clearly the heavy Amis influence. But I was pleased to see my name in print, that my florid musings had been published to the wider world, and perhaps even more so – that in those broke post student times – I’d received a £500 cheque for my efforts. I was a paid writer!

Gradually though, my Amis imitation quietly exited stage left from my life. Long sentences full of masterful phrases were just that, all dislocated show with little overarching plot. I grew weary of my own pretensions, of etiolated constructions and moved my creative energies to a guitar led sub-Oasis wall of sound to bored South Coast pub audiences.

And my writings shifted promiscuously over to Irving Welsh homages (or at least that’s what discouraging editors would accuse me of in terse, to-the-point, three-line rejection slips).

 I haven’t read an Amis book for over twenty years.

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So, when he died recently, my initial thoughts were somewhat neutral; yeah, I knew Amis’ work, liked it once, but not for me now. And then, on walks, in the bath, cooking meals, on reflection, the memories came back about how deeply he’d affected my youthful life. Like a lover, forgot but achingly remembered years later through the passing scent of a stranger’s perfume, I began to reminisce, more felt than forced. Where I was when I read his books, who I was with, the stories I then wrote.

Let me say this simply; Martin Amis was an immensely talented writer. One of the best. He could turn a phrase like nobody else and certainly better than his pale copyists (step forward Will Self and, way, way down, Tim Robson). His masterpieces – London Fields, Money, The Rachel Papers, The Information, Time’s Arrow – defined an era in both the Anglosphere’s high literature & popular circles, but also in my own development. I now realise we respect the paths that lead nowhere because, certainly when young, they ultimately lead somewhere and not necessarily where we planned to be.

 Thank you, Martin, for those short years of fevered writings when I ached to create, to be a better writer, to aspire to be an Amis. That time has long gone but the debt remains. And way more than five hundred quid’s worth of plagiarised success!

RIP Martin Amis.

“She reached me now. I stuck my foot out and tripped the bitch up. Boy you should have seen her fall! She was running so fast that when I nicked her ankle she sprawled and stumbled almost twenty yards before finally succumbing to that knee-to-pavement feeling in a bone crunching kerfuffle of angry pedestrians, despoiled prams and outraged grannies. I grinned and walked on.”

— Tim Robson - Grainy Images 1994

 ** BTW. I’m too lazy to sift through his books pulling out quotes to demonstrate my point. If you’re curious, read them yourself - start, as I did, with Money.

Some thoughts on the Travel Industry 2023

(A version of this article first appeared on LinkedIn which is contrary to my usual practise where I pen some fiery hot take on events and then water it down for polite society. Website was down, you know, sorry)

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2023 is set to be a big year for the travel industry.

Consumers may fear the future, be impacted by the cost-of-living crisis, forced to cut back on essentials, sacred of WW3, but – it appears – travel is the one item that is sacrosanct on their shopping list. Yep, people love to travel!

Professionally, I speak with travel companies all the time and the consistent message I’m getting is that people are partying like it’s 2019 again. But with a twist.

Figures seem to back this up. Heathrow’s YTD passenger numbers this year are nearly 100% up on 2022. They are only a few percentage points and a few hundred baggage handlers off 2019’s peak.

The UN’s World Travel Organisation predicted in January that travel will – with some caveats – be back to pre-pandemic levels in 2023. Particularly as China and other Asian countries finally eschew COVID era restrictions, the asymmetrical recovery of 2022 will now spread globally. Prior to the pandemic, Chinese tourists accounted for one tenth of all departures. A recovery here will boost numbers rapidly.

Psychologically, being locked down for two years has, I suspect, had an impact on the population. Pent up demand, ‘revenge travel’ has – I think – led to a wider shift in attitudes that values vacation experiences over – what? – ceaseless DIY, banana bread making, even prudence itself.

In a way, this determination to be open to new experiences, to embrace different cultures, to take time out, is a triumph of the human spirit. Brought low, we aim high.

But there is a twist.

The years of COVID took many of the workers out of the industry. From pilots, to hotel receptionists, to cooks, there is a widespread shortage of human capital behind travel infrastructure. People will have to be recruited and trained to bring levels of service back to pre-pandemic levels.

But this should also be a time for technology to drive structural efficiencies in the industry that could ameliorate the missing workers. For example, the check in process at most hotels is time consuming and frustrating where weary travellers often have to repeat information that has already been provided online previously. (This happened to me this week. I got an email from the hotel the night before my stay asking me to pre-register online to cut check in time. When I arrived, yes, of course, there was a blank form awaiting me. I fall for it every time!)

Digital check in – where travellers check themselves in and prove their ID using technology and receive their keys automatically could help both hotels and the passenger experience. It could help drive down fraud and chargebacks whilst freeing up (fewer) staff to concentrate on the customer experience. More prosaically, perhaps the consolidators could pass on more info along with booking and cash. Just a thought.

Blockchain technology has many potential applications in the travel industry from traveller ID to room management and yields and – here’s a good one! – luggage tracking.

One of the strides forward – perhaps – we experienced during the COVID years was the rapid spread of ordering by App in pubs and restaurants. You could order from the comfort of your own table and have stuff brought to you. Payment was easy too. Obviously, the premise of stopping people moving around a venue has gone thankfully but – unfortunately it seems – so has the technology. Bring it back!

One trend that I’m not sure will take off in 2023 but will in future years, is eco travel. There’s always been a tension between mass market travel and the environment. The time element is key; to do things quickly to fit in with time off from work often means sacrificing slower means of travel and can rule out destinations off the beaten track. Bleisure is gonna be big where consumers piggy back off corporate travel. Speaking personally, I always did this!

People are prioritising travel. They will make sacrifices elsewhere to have a holiday but with the economic environment looking uncertain at best and bleak at worst, I predict that whilst numbers may hold up in 2023 – and even increase – spend may not rise as much. Trading down, shorter haul destinations, cheaper hotels, all-inclusive offers, shorter durations might be order of the day. A lot will depend on whether we hit a recession later in the year.

So, travel is back in 2023, picnicking on the precipice perhaps and wondering whether the dark clouds in the distance will block the sun or float away. 

FOOTNOTES

• Chinese travellers set to double to 59M - Economist EIU – Tourism Outlook in 2023. This was written prior to the relaxing of COVID restrictions and so the numbers in 2023 will probably be much higher. Visa’s March 2023 Global Travel Insight suggests as much.

• Read about travel and blockchain here.

• Some travel trends for 2023 can be explored in this article at Phocus Wire.

• Digital hotel checkout is further explored in Hospitality Tech here.

So I'm Back

Who knew? Apparently my credit card details expired and my website has been down for a couple of weeks. The world yawned, scratched its collective arse and went back to sleep.

But I’ve coughed up and I’m back up. And so are my Mick Taylor articles.

So what’s next? More economics. Some stuff about music in the 70’s / 80’s. Roman battles in the second century AD. Same old but, new.

Yeah. Worth the $200+ Square space rips me off for to get my back catalogue back.

I TOLD YA! THE ECONOMY 22 / 23 REVIEW

Summary - It’s not good and it’s been that way for a while.

I’m not exactly doing a victory lap - after-all real problems hit real people’s lives - but I did kinda predict the current economic mess for some time now. But my overriding feeling is one of anger rather than anything else. How could the nexus of central bankers / politicians (and media - they were cheerleaders in all this) have pushed us, deliberately, into the brink of a recession?

How did we get here? Briefly:

• Lax and dumb regulation combined with complex financial products which led to the financial crisis of 2008/2009.

• Central bank printing money (QE) in response to the crisis and lovin’ it! Who doesn’t like free money?

• Ridiculously low interest rates. Even negative rates because deflation’s baaaaad. Leading to mal-investment, because who needs profit when you can invest in this nice shiny techie thing which will monetise in Autumn 2052? It’s groovy granddad!

• Inflation in asset prices.

• 2010-2020: More QE er, because, we can? And we don’t like taxing or cutting expenditure.

• Hysterical over-reaction to COVID. Close the economy of the world for two years, send people home and print baby print more money and helicopter that into people’s pockets.

• Stand back and watch that inflation roar. Grrrrr!

• Stand back and watch as the world’s supply side mismatches with demand.

• War in Ukraine. Western sanctions. Higher prices.

• The result: Technical recessions, high inflation, raising interest rates leading to - in 2023 - a real recession and real unemployment.

That’s my summary of 2008-2022 with a little forecast thrown in at the end. Of course I could be wrong, and hope I am, but I don’t have faith in our political / financial masters anymore to do the right thing.

It’s an easy equation: politicians have a desire, bankers are their pimps to scratch that want and we, the general public, well you know our role in this scenario.

Tim - like the BoE in September - pivots. To a more serious article.

Inflation

I’ve been sounding the alarm about inflation for a couple of years now. The hysterical reaction to COVID where policy makers deliberately closed down much of the world economy and then borrowed and printed money on an industrial scale could only end one way; inflation. The one aspect of this that should be transitional is the jobs of central bankers and politicians who wilfully caused double digit inflation to happen.

And no, the war in Ukraine isn’t the (primary) cause of inflation. Of course, it does have a second tier impact. Just like the sanctions imposed as a result of the war also do. I predict - despite the lamentable absence of any push for peace - we will finally get some kind of settlement in 2023. It won’t be perfect. These things never are but at least the world can move on.

Central banks belatedly turned off the printing presses in 2022. Too late. They then started raising interest rates to dampen down the consequent inflation. Too late. They then started to unwind their bloated balance sheets. Too late. Timidly. Real interest rates are still inflationary (ie, interest rates - despite several rises - are less than the actual rate of inflation).

Where will this go in 2023? China opening up will help with some supply issues. As would the end of the Ukrainian War. The interest rate rises may start to pull back some of the mal-investments made in the era of cheap money. But I think the biggest driver in reducing inflation will be - regrettably - the oncoming recession which will destroy demand.

Of course, bankers and politicians are just people. And so fallible. And so they could ‘pivot’ and start up the printing presses again. It’s an addiction that’s hard to kick. Governments seem obsessed with spending way in advance of their tax raising abilities so the temptation is always there to monetise the debt rather than sell it (or cut spending). I can’t call this one.

My prediction? Inflation will decline over the year but will remain stubbornly above the 2% guidance. I suspect central banks, with the connivance of their political masters, will start fiddling their targets upwards (or use ‘ranges’ to hide their incompetence).

Interest rates will rise - at a slower pace - in Q1. And then stop. There’s always a lag with these macro interventions and the danger is to overdo things. I think the bankers will wait until Q4 to see what happens. I’m backing the consensus view here but it seems to be a sensible prediction.

The Crypto Winter & the decline of Tech Stocks

The air came out of the crypto bubble in 2022 as the year ended with the destruction in value of the various tokens and the end of many associated companies. Fraud didn’t help the sector. I’ve often thought crypto was a technology in search of a role. The first - and purest reason - was the distrust of fiat currencies. Very noble. This is actually the real reason why they will become increasingly regulated in 2023 and not necessarily the ostensible reason given; to ensure against fraud and money laundering. The speculative aspect will hopefully die away and then - pace Bitcoin - we might be left with distributed technology that could be used in many useful ways (conditional contracts, FX hedges, even the buying and selling of gold).

The decline in the FAANG stock value was bound to happen (throw TESLA onto this pile). I think this was just a correction and not something more substantial. I mean, much as we might not like to, we all use Amazon and Google don’t we? They’re not going anywhere. And I’ll probably upgrade my Apple phone this year. However, as the recession bites, some of the more subscription model dependants - Netflix, Disney - might continue to get a (well deserved) kicking. Reading is better for you anyway.

What’s Facebook by the way? Wasn’t that big a few years ago?

Equities

I was never really into the ‘latest thing’ type of tech stock financed by cheap money that was poured into companies that never paid dividends. So my own portfolio of solid performers did okay in 2022 but also a hell of lot better than, say, my various (managed) pension pots which seem to be composed solely of FAANG stocks (and so got hammered during the year). Thanks arrogant, overpaid fund managers. Here, have a £150 bonus. You’ve earned it guys.

The FTSE 100 was broadly flat from beginning to end of 2022 (up 0.66%). The usual reason given is that the index of the UK’s largest registered companies is a) broad based across various sectors and b) it is a flag of convenience for many non UK companies and so not massively reflective of the narrow UK economy. This compares favourably to the more domestic focused FTSE 250 which lost 21%.

Comparables: DAX: -13%, CAC - 9.2%, S&P 500 -19%, Nasdaq -33%, DOW -8.7%, Nikkei -11%. Gold: broadly flat in USD but up 13% in GBP (disparity due to the 10% drop in the sterling / USD rate during 2022), Bitcoin -60%

Equities: 2023 outlook

Here are my tips for 2023. Clearly I’m throwing darts at board with a blindfold. Don’t take anything I say as investment advice.

Miners. Whether you are an eco warrior or not, the world runs off the precious stuff we extract from the earth. China opening up will inevitably create more demand for raw materials. Also, miners typically pay good dividends. A subset of this is the gold mining companies. Gold has stealthily been making a comeback in 2022. I imagine this will continue in 2023 as money flies from the fool’s gold of Crypto. Continual high inflation will also support this flight to gold in 2023.

I’m also cautiously watching nuclear. The world urgently needs a secure and clean source of base load energy that doesn’t pollute. Modern nuclear fits the bill - whether large scale reactors utilising molten salt Gen IV reactors with potential waste eating technology or small modular reactors (SMRs). So I’m watching Uranium mining companies in 2023 plus companies that are involved in the value chain of creating energy from the various chemical processes along the way.

Lastly, energy companies. We need traditional oil and gas as we transition to other forms of energy. The big energy companies are diversifying and I tend to look at them as part of the solution and not the problem. So whether from the perspective of the present day or the future, these companies are a good bet.

I’m basically saying buy value stocks with good dividends but take a flutter on nuclear if you can.

Robsonramblings - Top Articles 2022

Year end reviews suck. They’re a lazy way of creating an article out of nothing. A rehash of previous ideas, a quotidian summary of stuff already out there. The scene that celebrates itself.

Yeah, yeah. But still, you know… Here’s mine for 2022.

The good news is that my site traffic has gone up 20% year on year. Impressive, huh? Obviously the raw numbers matter here. I mean a jump from 5 to 6 readers is a 20% increase but not a leap that suggests I give up my day job anytime soon.

Luckily, my readership is in the thousands so that doesn’t apply to me. And not all of the views are Tim Robson of Burgess Hill. 50% perhaps. So where are my readers tapping in from? Well, the Anglosphere mainly with the USA number 1 (47%) and the UK number 2 (24%). Zimbabwe and Taiwan slug it out to be the most unengaged.

And what do my readers like to see? Which topics show a bit of ankle to titillate the casual - or returning reader? Unfortunately, economics doesn’t seem to be very popular which is a shame as it’s what I write about mostly. And history coupled with economics seems to mine a whole new seam of indifference.

Which is a slow way of saying, it’s the cultural, music articles that grab the most views.

1) Mick Taylor and that guitar solo yet again tops the charts. People really want to read about Mick Taylor and his guitar solo on the live version of Sympathy for the Devil. It’s a good article and great version of the song. Read it. Or re-read it.

2) Mick Taylor’s top studio tracks. That Taylor boy drags readers to the site. I guess I need to write more about the 69-74 Stones.

3) Rome: The 4th Century in 5 Battles. Part of my series of discussing each Roman century using the spine of 5 battles. Constantine, Julian, Theodosius… What’s not to like?

4) Domina - Series Review. Sky’s dramatisation of the Livia and Augustus’ relationship during the first part of Augustus’ time as emperor.

5) Face of Yesterday: The Curious Tale of Binky Cullom’s brief tenure in this prog rock post Yardbyrds band. A perennial fav (I’m playing Renaissance now).

6) Rome: the 1st Century in 5 Battles. Continuing the series. This time with the Teutonburg Forest massacre, The Invasion of Britain and the siege of Jerusalem.

7) Time Waits for No-One: Mick Taylor’s greatest Stones song… Yes, MT again!

And seven will do. I think you get the point. I should write about mid period Stones, TV reviews about Rome and perhaps, a little popular history too. Let me do some A/B testing over the coming months. But if you start seeing article about Megyn & Harry you know I’ve sold out.

Probably less - or more accessible - economics articles and certainly less about the pensions markets, derivatives and government bonds. However, these type of articles tend to be a copy from my LinkedIn persona. They bolster my gravitas.

And we all need that.

Why the UK Gilts Market is like the Schleswig–Holstein question

"Only three people have ever really understood the Schleswig-Holstein business – the Prince Consort, who is dead – a German professor, who has gone mad – and I, who have forgotten all about it." Lord Palmerston, British Prime Minister 1859-65

The machinations of the various Danish duchies, their relationship to the burgeoning German Confederation and wider nineteenth century European power politics was famously obtuse; no one beyond the three mentioned by Palmerston ever understood it.

 The Schleswig-Holstein question has become synonymous with a situation too complex to understand. Which is an oblique lead into my main topic today; what on earth happened to the UK economy at the start of October?

 We all know the story. On September 23rd the short-lived Truss government announced several tax cuts and increases in expenditure but neglected to explain how to pay for them. The markets went crazy, and the interest on British government borrowing (gilts) rose exponentially. The Bank of England stepped in to reassure the markets by announcing they would authorise up to £65B of gilt purchases over the next two weeks to stabilise the cost of British government debt.

Then the story kind of went away as other stuff intervened to entertain the media. There were background noises about Quantitive Tightening, pivots, and something Schleswig–Holstein ish about UK pension funds but, it was complicated and so not part of any mainstream narrative.

So, I decided to do a little research as I’m intrigued by the story behind the narrative. I’m going to use a list format below as the story is somewhat complicated, but I’ll try to simplify.

 1)     Pension funds take money in from members. They invest this money and, as pensions become due, they hope that the income from the investments will be sufficient to pay for those pensions. (1)     

2)     This is the ‘matching assets’ process where projected money out is matched by future revenue streams.

3)     Obviously as we’re dealing with many variables and long periods of time, complicated assumptions are made by pension companies to ensure they have the funds to meet their pension obligations. A range of investment options are used (equities, cash in hand, government and private bonds, property investment and a type of derivative known as (LDIs – Liability Driven Investments).

4)     Sorry Tim. You lost me on that last one. LDIs?

5)     LDI’s are basically a hedge. As pension fund projections of income are heavily dependant on interest rates, the pension funds take out what is effectively an insurance policy against interest rate movements. The collateral for the hedge is often government gilts. If the value of these gilts goes down, more are needed (a margin call). 

6)     When interest rates go down – which could adversely affect a pension company’s revenue stream, the policy kicks in and provides funds to smooth the pension company’s revenue.

7)     When interest rates go up – which should in theory be a good thing as more income will come in – the pension funds however need to pay the insurer (I want to use the word counterparty here, but it tends to confuse rather than illuminate). (2)

8)     So, when in September / October the interest rates on UK government gilts dramatically shot up and the underlying value went down, UK pension funds found that their collateral was worth less and that they were suddenly liable to pay their counter-parties lots of money.

9)     This forced pension companies to make fire sales of liquid assets – for example, UK Government gilts.

10)  But, at the same time two other things were happening:

a.     The Bank of England had finally started to unwind its balance sheet of the government gilts it had on its balance sheet (£450B of QE for COVID expenditure for example).

b.     The UK government’s mini budget promised a lot of spend, less government income because of tax cuts and no plan how this was going to paid for. The assumption is that they would have to borrow more by issuing more gilts to finance the new commitments.

11)  So, we have pension funds and the BoE both dumping UK Government gilts at the same time as the UK Government wanted to issue more.

12)  Too many gilts. Not enough buyers. The UK state simultaneously selling off and issuing more gilts. Supply increased, the value went down, the interest rates went up. A doom loop crisis! (3)

13)  Bank of England steps in and reverses itself in a week and goes from Quantitive Tightening (i.e., selling gilts and tightening the money to supply) to Quantitive Easing to prop up the bond market and protect the pension companies from going bust.

 Are we all clear now? Yes, the proximate cause of the issue was the government being opaque about financing of their fiscal plans. But behind the scenes we had a derivative driven pension market (shades of 2008’s crash perhaps) and a Bank of England both restricting and then growing the money supply and being forced to do so by an unwelcome cash-call in the pensions market.

What is the takeaway?

-       Governments need to publish their spending & borrowing plans at the same time. As they are subject to the markets themselves, they need to convince the markets of their plans.

-       QE and loosening the money supply has long term effects.  Interest rates have been so low for so long, LDI’s offered a (it seemed) low-cost way of hedging this whilst freeing up cash to invest in riskier assets with greater returns.

Extraordinary monetary policy should remain just that – only to be used in a crisis and not as an expedient to meet the spending plans of governments who won’t raise finance in more normal ways (tax, borrowing, spending cuts, efficiencies).

-       Complex financial instruments can obscure risk. Until a risk happens. And then they unravel. Regulators need to be stress testing institutions more regularly and with greater supervision. Although the market movements following the 23rd Sept were large, they were not implausible and so needed to be stress tested

And - I hear you ask - what happened to the Schleswig–Holstein regions of Denmark and Germany in the end? Wars happened. The question of who owned the duchies was finally resolved by the macro forces of war and of peace treaties and, sometimes, plebiscites. The complexities resolved themselves by blunt instruments and rough solutions.

Is this how the gilts, QE & pensions markets will work out with market forces playing the role of war?

  Notes

1)     Historically the UK had Defined Benefit pensions organised through employers. What this meant was that employees put money into a pot during their working life and the company guaranteed that when the employee retired, they would get x% of their final salary. Therefore, the company & the pension fund employed to manage the funds have to always make sure the fund is adequate to meet obligations. This is the type of pension fund affected by the recent chaos in the UK gilt market.

As Defined Benefit pension funds are expensive and complicated to maintain, the UK has gradually been moving towards Defined Contribution pension schemes in the last twenty years. Here, employees and employers both contribute towards a pension fund with a pensions company. The pensions payable to the employees when they retire are based on the fund performance in future – i.e., the future benefit is not guaranteed.

2)     “To mitigate the risk, of the bank counterparty defaulting on its payments when the contract matures, the bank would post additional collateral as surety against the contract. Typically collateral is posted by whichever party is ‘out of the money’. It is considered good practice and is becoming standard market practice to minimise risk by posting only cash or high-quality government bonds as collateral”  An Introduction to Liability based investment. Can you see the last sentence? This is what happened in the UK Sept / Oct.

3) Like all equities, government bonds follow the same rules; the yield (interest payable) has an inverse relationship to the value. A doom loop happens when – in order to generate cash – institutions are forced to sell their assets thereby lowering the price of those assets. This lowering price degrades their existing assets making them sell more. Lowering the price again.