Posted by Roving Mick on January 27, 2014
Can you imagine a future world, where Rovers fans only watch football on TV. Where the growth of satellite TV and ‘streaming’ is making football more available for supporters to watch. So the pub, computer and home telly becomes the only place fans ever see a match.
This Orwellian world is already with us (but don’t tell anyone). So let us imagine our game’s hierarchy decide they want more of the money being paid to footballers and their agents going to them. What’s to stop them creating their own cyber team? Then using their football thought control to persuade us it’s a good thing. Now they have the medium already. Virtual teams wouldn’t need grounds, or fans inside them. This would be great for health & safety. No need to supply food or drink, or pay police or stewards.
Football games would become like ‘The Truman Show’. Advertising could be taken to a new and sinister level. Subliminal messages could be sent during play, as well as at half time. Press your red button and you could even adjust your team’s performance or skill level. A win, draw or even a loss could be your desired result.
And so our cyber game kicks off down the pub (behind closed doors is official FIFA newspeak – but there’s still plenty of canned noise). After a delay to get in a few more adverts and a message from our sponsor. It’s Rovers, with Shearer and Garner up front, playing a European game against Bayer Red Bull Philips. These European fans seem to speak such good English: “I’m lovin’ it” they sing. Nobody understands this really as Rovers are already one up, with a goal by Shearer, from a Bryan Douglas cross.
While our players congratulate each other, all sorts of adverts are shown before the game kicks off again. Several goals are scored for both sides. But there are complaints from people watching this game about strange chants and singing changing from English into Mandarin Chinese. A commentator apologises, saying it’s satellite interference from Shanghai Sports. They are angry, saying Rovers broke a sponsorship agreement by not playing a Chinese player.
At the end of ninety minutes most viewers have some strange desire to eat turkey pizza and drink blueberry cola. It came to them during a simultaneous camera flash. But today’s match was played to a finish. Our match ends with Rovers winning by just one goal – 7-6 – after extra time. Today’s sponsor – Blueberry Pizzashop – was very pleased indeed.
This is fantasy football of a new kind. Brainwashing with soap opera thrown in too. But how would most football fans know anyway? Do you control football? Or does football control you? Kick off time is when the clock strikes thirteen – anywhere in the world. This could be football’s future. So get down to Ewood Park instead, where the real thing isn’t just a fizzy drink.
Posted by Roving Mick on January 21, 2014
We had a recent case in the news of an admin worker stealing money from the bank account of a resident of a local hostel. The worker was in a trusted position and they abused their role over a lengthy period of time. The resident had mental health issues, making the crime even more despicable.
Coverage in the local media was scant. Only a small inside page column with an unidentifiable photograph. Their article was mainly coverage used in their previous report. There was not even a mention of this case on any of the local radio stations.
It seemed like everybody got the result they wanted. The police, the bank and the hostel were all able to slap themselves on the back and brush this case under the carpet, saying justice had been done. After all, a thief had been sent to prison and the victim would get back what money they all thought had probably gone missing.
Unfortunately our victim has mental health problems. He has no idea how much money has been stolen because he put his trust in the admin worker for many years. They will probably serve a couple of months in prison and return to their pious life and everything will soon be forgotten.
Our swindler used to be a pillar of the community. Partaking of religion on a Sunday and praying for the kind of unfortunate souls they were to commit this heinous offence against. Whereas our victim was despised by the community because of his circumstances. Yet our victim has never harmed a fly and is often seen by many of us carrying out voluntary work in the town centre.
Maybe we should all shoulder some of the blame over what has happened to our victim. We treat the mentally ill with disdain, blaming them for their own reduced circumstances. In our area there used to be hospitals where they received professional care. These were sold off for their land and property value, leading to many vulnerable people expelled into a society which saw them as an unwelcome burden.
Sadly we have seen terrible cases of exploitation by others, including the admin worker, currently inside. Unscrupulous people will always home in on vulnerable people with mental health issues. Perhaps the case of our victim is just the tip of the iceberg. Perhaps this appalling case will make society look at exploitation of the mentally ill. Or will everybody carry on regardless and have as much interest as the authorities have shown?
Opening Time At Blackburn’s Morri’s
Posted by Roving Mick on December 25, 2013
Sometimes on my way to work, and most Saturday mornings, I can be found doing an early shop at Blackburn’s Morrison’s.
My most convenient time for shopping is their eight o’clock opening time. It’s a strange surreal experience, joining the throng of workers and pensioners on a week day. But the other way round on Saturdays and Sunday.
Around ten to eight a gathering begins to build up. It’s always the same old faces, some of whom can be seen at this time seven days a week. People start looking at their watches and peering through the glass as eight approaches. A flash of white flannel comes walking down from the other end of the store. It is a chap with his key to open these glass doors. Everybody then files in, heading towards the aisles.
This where almost a line in the sand is drawn. Nobody enters these aisles until the eight o’clock bell rings. It is like Wildebeest on the edge of a crocodile-infested river. Shoppers stand on this edge, as though a killer weather balloon is about to rise up from around the aisles to smother them if they cross the threshold. Nobody dares set foot into this shopping area. Figures in green can be seen walking around. Nobody wants to be told not to enter the forbidden zone.
I watch all this from one of the benches across from the shopping trolleys. Unlike the majority of Morrison’s early morning shoppers, I generally slip in via their Salford sliding door. This always seems to be opened before those Railway Road and car park entrances. It means I get to sit down and watch all this drama.
When the 8.00am bell clangs, it’s straight to the sell-by counter for me. My legs get me there before the majority of Morri’s punters. Most of them are unhappy about shelves being swapped around again. And then it’s a quick walk round the store, before landing at an open till. My timing is usually good at this time of day. I often catch them as they just open. Staff are still tipping bags of coins into their till trays and are nice and friendly.
I hate shopping, even worse than that – I hate paying for it. So my visits here are as quick as possible. Sadly, it’s a necessity for me. But for a lot of other people, it’s what gets them out of bed and the highlight of their day.
Smoke Ban Blows Through Blackburn
Posted by Roving Mick on November 22, 2013
I went out for a few beers with my girlfriend on the day they banned smoking in England. Tales of woe were coming from across the rest of the UK and Ireland. But as somebody who has never smoked in his life – I was looking forward to it.
And so it was off to the Postal Order in Blackburn town centre. The pub was only half-full. But this was a typical day in Britain’s wet summer of 2007. What was just as noticeable as the lower crowd inside was the vast amount of food being shifted. It was like a conveyor belt of staff carrying platefuls of that day’s Sunday roast.
Unlike me, my girlfriend enjoys her fix of tobacco. But being the gossip she is, there was a welcome surprise waiting for her outside the pub. A whole new social life has developed amongst these fellow kindred spirits. Smokers congregate together and swap stories about their persecution complex. Great friendships are bound to be made here.
As for me, being a drinker of real ale – a CAMRA (Campaign for Real Ale) member to boot, the smoke ban is fantastic. I could taste my beer without the stale smell of smoke wafting over my shoulder and into my glass. No going home any more, smelling like an ashtray. For many years, going in a pub and putting up with smoke was almost a rite of passage. But over the years I began to realise I hated this noxious weed. At least my girlfriend’s got the best of both worlds. She can nip outside for a ciggy. And now, just like me, she likes real ale too.
Unfortunately the saying: ‘Lies, damn lies and statistics’ has proved to be the case with the smoking ban. Despite doctors and scientists telling us smokers make up barely a quarter of the adult population, down the boozer they are very noticeable by their absence. Their disappearance from the pub has created a knock-on effect, leading to non-smokers also quitting the habit. Obviously many other factors have reduced pub attendances, cheap supermarket booze being the main one.
Perhaps now is the time to welcome back smokers to pubs and clubs. At the time of the ban, I saw no reason why a separate room couldn’t be set aside in pubs for smokers. Everybody seemed happy with this, including smokers, non-smokers and bar staff. But the powers-that-be decided it was going to be a blanket ban. Now we have the ultimate blanket ban – trying to find a pub that’s still open!
Marina Needed in Blackburn
Posted by Roving Mick on November 13, 2013
Blackburn seems to turn its back on one of its most important assets. I love walking along the Leeds – Liverpool canal. I’ve walked its length many times from where it enters Blackburn, at Whitebirk, to where it leaves the town, at Feniscowles. It’s a town of two halves when it comes to following the towpath. Heading eastwards, we pass mainly through an industrial landscape. Whereas travelling west, the canal meanders through mainly residential areas of the town.
Blackburn is actually the largest intermediate town on the Leeds – Liverpool Canal and the only one with a population of over 100,000. Yet it seems to be hardly noticed by its townsfolk. An occasional walker, cyclists and anglers are often the only people you come across when taking a walk down the cut. Perhaps what is most conspicuous by its absence is the number of boats to be seen along the canal. That lovely put, put, put…. sound of the chugging narrowboat is hardly ever heard on this part of the canal network.
Try travelling ten miles down the canal, in either direction, it’s a different story. Burnley has plenty of boats moored at Reedley Marina and more seem to appear as you head towards Yorkshire. Chorley seems awash with canal boats. There are boat yards both sides of the town, two as you approach from the Blackburn direction, at either end of their locks. The reason for our lack of boats in Blackburn is probably due to no established mooring facility. Only Eanam and Nova Scotia Wharves have any space for a large number of boats to moor. The nearest collection of boats moored together is at Finnington Lane, on the town’s outskirts.
What Blackburn needs is a marina. This would not only provide safe refuge for boats, but could also help create its own unique community, such as is the case in Hebden Bridge. Building a marina would create several short-term jobs and possibly lead to further permanent positions. An ideal site would be the land along Gorse Street, incorporating the former Kenyon St and Esther St. Sadly this parcel of land looks to be spoken for, possibly by the council or nearby Tesco. Not content with taking away our greyhound stadium, it also wants to enlarge itself even more. Unfortunately their boundless pursuit of building even more unnecessary identikit superstores will probably keep them turning their back on the canal, as they are doing already in Blackburn. I don’t expect them to build a marina, but perhaps they could make amends for taking away part of our sporting heritage by clearing up their border with the canal and making it look presentable. They could even build a landing stage and make money from passing boats. It won’t transform Blackburn’s waterscape, ‘But Every Little Helps.’
Windmills of your Mind
Posted by Roving Mick on November 7, 2013
Noel Harrison the actor, singer and former Olympic skier recently passed away. In my childhood, he accompanied April Dancer – ‘The Girl from U.N.C.L.E.’. But I will always remember him for singing that memorable Michel LeGrande/Alan & Marilyn Bergman song: ‘The Windmills of your Mind’. Used for the 1968 film: ‘The Thomas Crown Affair’.
It’s funny how some songs stick in your mind. This is especially so since the construction of a dozen massive wind turbines on the south-east side of Blackburn. These near 400 foot high monsters would be well-placed in one of my tall stories.
Not everybody is happy with them. Some local residents have had TV reception problems and others find them a blot on the landscape. But from my vantage point, outside my front door up Blackburn’s Revidge Hill, I find our new windmills a pleasure to behold and very therapeutic. It needs to be a reasonably clear day, without too much mist, and then I can see their sails going round when the wind blows. It’s even better on a sunny day. I can see flashes of sunshine as each sail turns. Considering they must be at least four miles away from my house, it is a brilliant sight.
Maybe wind farms are not the answer to our spiralling energy needs. But I’d sooner keep looking out my front door at a dozen working wind turbines, creating green renewable energy. No chance on Oswaldtwistle Moor of another potential Three Mile Island, Chernobyl or Fukushima waiting to send us into nuclear oblivion.
New Bus Station For Blackburn
Posted by Roving Mick on November 3, 2013
Due to work on Blackburn’s new Cathedral Quarter, we now find our bus station has been evicted from the Boulevard. It was right in front of the railway station and as good a transport interchange as you could ever find. Sadly it is no more. Fortunately our new bus station is being relocated on the old market site. So it’s only a hop, skip and jump away from where it was before.
Our temporary bus station is on Brown St, next door to where its permanent successor is being prepared. Unfortunately it is located within sight of four pubs, none of which sells beer. Both Bulls and the Fleece are boarded up, whereas Daniel’s – named after the neighbouring brewery’s founder – acts as Thwaites’ training centre. This pub used to be called the Waterloo, a fitting name for Blackburn’s town centre nightlife. That’s what you feel you’ve met when you venture there for a night out and look for places to go. Also adjacent to the brewery are two other redundant hostelries: Uncle Tom’s Cabin, also boarded up, and the Veteran – now a bookshop.
So the weary traveller, arriving by bus into Blackburn, doesn’t receive a very refreshing welcome. We must be the only town with a population of over 100,000 to have only a dozen pubs open in its town centre. It’s also very sad when Rovers are playing at home, visiting fans don’t ask directions to Ewood Park any more. They ask directions to the nearest pub instead.
Perhaps one answer could be for Thwaites to re-open either Daniel’s or the Fleece – or even better – why not both? What better way to train potential landlords, managers and bar staff than in a proper working pub? This is where Daniel’s really could kill two birds with one stone. It would continue its training purpose, but could also provide a welcome amenity for the new bus station and its dry surroundings. Get them in Danny!
Posted by Roving Mick on October 31, 2013
Earlier this month, Rovers ground out a 1-0 home win over Watford. Being a night match, I went to catch the special Outer Circle bus home after the final whistle. I’d arranged to meet one of my mates and Quarryman’s regular, Rob MacNeall, at the bus stop. Rob was there and so was a queue of Rovers fans, but no bus! It was the same at the bus stop round the corner, where a sister bus travels in the opposite direction back to the depot. Rob and I waited for this elusive bus, but to no avail. We came to the same conclusion; it wasn’t coming, so nipped for a pint in Ewood Park Workingmen’s Club. We let the football traffic disperse and caught a taxi to the Quarryman’s. This cost us £4.50, plus we had a pint apiece in the club and pub, costing us more loot. Now Rob and I are not unfamiliar with experiencing bus problems. We recently teamed up to win a skirmish with the local bus operators over using our bus passes on evening services. Both of us catch various buses to get to and from our respective workplaces. At one point our paid-for bus passes were not accepted by certain operators when they took over certain routes at night. This was resolved to our satisfaction after a bit of effort from Rob and me. And so we resolved to contact Transdev and complain about why tonight’s service had ducked and were these special buses still going to be laid on after Rovers night matches? Next morning I sent a whingeing email to Transdev and tweeted my complaint to them on their Twitter site. Rob followed suit and we both received apologies and three travel vouchers apiece. Hopefully this was a one-off and I expect to be catching the Outer Circle home after our next night match at Ewood Park. Maybe Rovers can grind out another result. We certainly managed one.
Posted by Roving Mick on October 27, 2013