Sunday, June 28, 2015

GREECE ON THE BRINK OF GREXIT





After 5 months of posturing, wriggling, misinformation, ultimatums, deadlines and acrimonious exchanges it finally looks as if (events can change here with extraordinary rapidity) Greece will finally exit the Eurozone after her bailouts expire on 30 June and she fails to pay amounts due to the IMF on the same day. The Greek, European and certainly the British public have been bored to tears by the whole sorry saga and have long subsided into a catatonic stupor. The fratricidal strife between Ed and David Miliband is a much more compelling story, if you are looking for blood and thunder, while rather more important issues like Russian aggression, ISIS expansion, Islamic terrorism and mass emigration from the Third World should really be troubling our pretty little heads.

The Greek Team, Tsipras and Varoufakis
Greece is by any measure a basket-case. GDP has declined 31% since 2010, unemployment is 26%, youth unemployment exceeds 50%. All industries, except tourism, are depressed and empty small shops, once a staple living for many Greeks, litter every high street. A fraudulent €130bn Eurozone imposition in 2010, stitching up the Greek taxpayer to bail out the French and German banks was followed by a €110bn tranche in 2012 carrying onerous conditions of austerity and reform. These economic policies have totally failed, triggering off a reverse multiplier effect. The feeble and corrupt Greek governments in power since 1981 and after The Crisis had done nothing to arrest this precipitate decline.


When Leftist SYRIZA won the January 2015 election, the Eurozone was alarmed. SYRIZA promised Greece an end to austerity and an end to servile obedience to the hated Troika (EU commission, ECB and IMF). “Negotiations” stumbled on for months with all Greek requests for alleviation of austerity met with adamant refusal and zero flexibility. Insistence by the Eurozone on further deflationary VAT taxation and cuts in pensions (already 40% down) were exposed as nonsense by charismatic economist Yanis Varoufakis, the Greek Finance Minister (not actually a member of SYRIZA). Varoufakis’ stance was supported by all academic opinion and even privately by some Eurozone officials; but in politics being right is only half the battle – persuading key players is also necessary. Austerity had long become a religion in Brussels and Berlin and apostasy was unthinkable.


Deadlock was inevitable in this scenario of “the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable”. The weak and outgunned Greek fox did well to bob and weave against wildly over-rated “Swabian housewife” Angela Merkel, sclerotic Wolfgang Schaeuble and the rest of the gang of Germanophil FANGS (Finland, Austria, Netherlands, Germany and Slovakia). Anonymous Hollande made France irrelevant, while recovering Spain, Portugal and Ireland were hostile. Only Italy’s Renzi was fitfully sympathetic. The EU Commission in Brussels tried to be helpful with Moscovici sensible but Juncker fluctuated daily and dispensed his slobbery kisses and tactile stroking to all comers (I pray he never receives Her Majesty!) Gloomy Draghi at the ECB has kept the Greek banks alive but is likely imminently to pull the plug. Preening Lagarde at the IMF is out of her depth.

Rigid Schaeuble

Sneering Dijsselbloem
                                                                            
The final (?) crisis came last week when the Greek plan was rejected out of hand and the Eurozone responded with even tougher conditions. Tsipras of Greece was furious: “This odd stance seems to indicate that either there is no interest in an agreement or that special interests are being backed.” In truth the Eurozone were not negotiating in good faith, they were hell-bent on regime change and were indeed backing special interests – the Quisling political parties in Athens, led by Samaras of New Democracy. As time was running short, the Eurozone expected Tsipras to buckle under and submit to their diktats. In fact he completely wrong-footed them by calling a 5 July referendum on the Eurozone proposals, as he has no mandate to leave the Euro, but he will oppose their programme. He fights for Greece and with this move “Even the ranks of Tuscany, could scarce forbear to cheer.”


Greece faces a difficult number of months as a new currency will have to be introduced and there will be much disruption. If we were in France in 1793, the tumbrils would be rolling. The worst of the scare-mongering I largely discount; a devaluation is a necessary stimulus and does not mean the end of civilisation as we know it. Greece really needs help in the form of debt forgiveness and a mini-Marshall Plan but Europe does not have the imagination or generosity to proffer it. Greece will muddle through and the Eurozone will heave a sigh of relief, though its financial loss will be huge.


But, what a dismal example the whole episode is of Euro-incompetence. The UK electorate should take note and vote a Big “OUT” at the 2017 In/Out referendum!


SMD
28.06.15

Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2015

Friday, June 26, 2015

MUNGO PARK and LACHLAN MACQUARIE: Famous Scots (4)


The Scots are an intrepid people and this piece celebrates two empire pioneers, one in darkest 18th – 19th century Africa, the other leaving his considerable mark on more temperate Australia.

Mungo Park

Mungo Park (1776-1806) was the son of a relatively prosperous tenant farmer in Selkirkshire who attended Selkirk School and was then apprenticed to the town surgeon aged 14. He enrolled at Edinburgh University from 1788-91 to study medicine and botany and it was his botanical enthusiasm which attracted the attention of the eminent scientist Sir Joseph Banks, famous for joining Captain James Cook’s first extensive Pacific voyage. Mungo was despatched to Sumatra in 1794, discovering 8 new species of fish.


On his safe return, he applied to the Africa Society and was asked to plot the course of the Niger River. In 1795 he led a small party to the Gambia and crossed Senegal, where he was imprisoned by a Moorish chieftain for 4 months. He escaped and struck the Niger at Segou following the river 80 miles downstream, the first European to do so. He turned back and covered a further 300 miles, after many vicissitudes, finally emerging in 1797 and returning to Scotland. He was assumed to have perished and was lavishly and publicly feted for his discoveries.

Mungo Park in Africa
Mungo then practised as a doctor in Peebles and became a friend of the celebrated poet and novelist Sir Walter Scott. Finding the Borders life monotonous, he mounted another expedition to the Niger in 1804. Mungo speculated (wrongly) that the Niger and Congo Rivers were connected; his expedition was 20-strong but it was soon decimated by the fevers to which the Europeans were so susceptible. He constructed two sizeable wooden boats and covered some 1,000 miles of the Niger and continually had to drive off attacks by hostile native tribes. His group was well armed with muskets and usually prevailed but his party was down to 4 white men and 3 slaves. Park then visited the prominent city of Timbuktu in modern Mali.


A local King in 1806 was offended at the quality of trinkets sent to him and unleashed his warriors. The river narrowed for the Rapids at Bussa in modern Nigeria and unluckily Park’s boat got stuck on some rocks and his party was assailed by spears, bows and arrows. He and others had to jump into the river and all were drowned. News of this catastrophe took long to reach Scotland. Park’s exploits were presented in heroic mode and he is commemorated in several places, not least with a large statue in his home town of Selkirk. Every generation has its heroes and Park’s bravery caught the public imagination.

Mungo Park Memorial, Selkirk


The merits of Lachlan Macquarie (1762-1824) were of a more conventional kind. Born into a poor but respected tenant farming family on Ulva, just off the larger Isle of Mull in the Inner Hebrides, Lachlan joined the Regiment of Foot in 1776 and immediately saw service in the American War of Independence. Returning to Britain as a lieutenant in 1784 he soldiered for years in India, serving under Sir Arthur Wellesley, later the famed Duke of Wellington at Seringapatam in 1799, the nemesis of Tipoo Sahib. Promoted and enriched, Lachlan joined General Abercromby in Egypt in 1801, was present at the retaking of Alexandria and saw the expulsion of Napoleon’s French army from Egypt. Returning to staff duties in England he took as his second wife his cousin Elizabeth Campbell in 1807. After 6 miscarriages, she was to give birth to a much cherished son.

Major-General Lachlan Macquarie
Lachlan was selected to be Deputy Governor of the mainly penal settlement of New South Wales. The prospective new Governor dropped out and Lachlan was confirmed in 1809 as Governor by Lord Castlereagh, the Foreign Secretary. He arrived with a detachment of troops in December 1809 and took the oath of office in 1810.


The colony of New South Wales was in some turmoil after the deposition of the previous Governor William Bligh (of Mutiny on the Bounty fame). The local militia did not obey the civil power but Macquarie soon suppressed disorder. There was bitter tension between the free settlers and the ex-convict settlers, who were growing in numbers. Macquarie took a notably liberal line, encouraging the ex-convicts to stay and decreeing that they should be able to resume their previous occupation and status. Thus a time-served baker, lawyer or innkeeper would return to those careers. Macquarie was the last Governor with effectively autocratic powers, but there were disputes with other vested interests and Macquarie’s 12-year governorship was controversial, though history has hailed him as a dynamic innovator and reformist.


He tried to encourage agriculture, overhauled the courts and the justice system, introduced new currency and particularly coinage and sponsored the foundation of the Bank of New South Wales. The home government saw NSW as essentially a dumping ground for convicts, to be run on the cheap. Lachlan was more ambitious for this lovely country; he wished to make Sydney a Georgian city and he laid out many streets which still survive – his Hospital is now NSW’s Parliament House. He also tidied up chaotic Hobart in Tasmania. In 1817 he formally adopted the name of “Australia” for official purposes.  


Above all, he sponsored exploration in the NSW interior and his groups passed beyond the Blue Mountains to the plains beyond and he also founded the inland city of Bathurst. An island, a river, mountain, port, hotel and many streets were named after him, to be supplemented more recently by a Hospital, University and, in 1970, an investment bank.


At last, after a critical parliamentary report on his activities written by Thomas Bigge, Lachlan resigned and returned to Britain in 1822. His administration was reckoned high-handed and he was accused of neglecting the economic potential of NSW. He was denied his promised pension until he answered the Bigge Report but this he did and a generous pension was forthcoming. He did not enjoy it for long as he died in London in 1824 from bowel and bladder ailments.


Macquarie had brought back from Sydney to Ulva exotic kangaroos, emus and not least the family’s favourite old cow. He had been an exemplary husband and father and his rule in NSW had been vigorous and game-changing. His body was laid in a small mausoleum on the island of Ulva, cared for even now by The National Trust of Australia. A stone bearing the inscription “Father of Australia” commemorates this admirable Scotsman.

The Macquarie Mausoleum on Ulva, Isle of Mull, Inner Hebrides

       
              

SMD
25.6.15

Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2015

Saturday, June 20, 2015

MY DESERT ISLAND DISCS (POPULAR)



After my dutiful Classical selection, I now embark in more unbuttoned mode with my Popular choices. To remind Readers unfamiliar with the British radio programme…….


The iconic BBC radio programme Desert Island Discs has been running since 1942, originally compered by its creator Roy Plomley and now by Kirsty Young. A guest celebrity is interviewed and invited to imagine he/she is a castaway on a desert island and asked to select which 8 discs (“gramophone records” at one time) he/she would wish to have there. The castaway is also allowed to choose one book (The Bible and Shakespeare are already provided) and one luxury.


Although brought up on a nourishing diet of Scottish songs, I became aware of pop music through radio request shows like Housewife’s Choice and Family Favourites. I soon got into the groove.


1.       I Believe by Frankie Laine.


I was a young fan of Frankie Laine, one of those transitional singers between crooners and rock ‘n rollers. Frankie sang agonised ballads like I Believe and Answer Me, although he achieved wider fame with cowboy songs like Rawhide, OK Corral and Champion the Wonder Horse. I saw him at the London Palladium in the early 1950s. He was a pug-ugly fellow but when he swivelled his hips suggestively, a box-full of young lady fans screamed, swooned and disappeared. Of the same ilk was Johnny Ray who wowed us with Such a Night and Yes Tonight, Josephine. Bizarrely I saw him at a Vienna pop concert in 1957, which ended prematurely when Johnny had to flee an army of ravenous ladies charging the stage. With a friend I stood cheering on a chair and threw around jumbo bags of popcorn – not perhaps my finest hour!


2.       All Shook Up by Elvis Presley


The advent of Elvis in 1956 changed everything. His deep voice, his range from gospel to the wildest rock ‘n roll electrified his young fans, of which I was one. He lost much of his bite after he was conscripted and later made rather dud films but he always remained “The King”.


3.       You’ll never walk Alone from Carousel 

 
Apart from pop music, there were the great songs from the shows. Although Rogers and Hammerstein had first produced Carousel in 1945, I responded especially to the 1956 film version with Gordon McRae in fine form singing If I loved You and many other lovely songs. The finale You’ll never walk Alone always makes me blub!


4.       Rave On by Buddy Holly


Elvis may have been The King but geeky and bespectacled Buddy Holly had some of the best songs and we played his records constantly and sadly posthumously after his plane crash death in 1959. The tribute show Buddy which ran for 6 years at London’s Victoria Palace from 1989 brought it all flooding back.


5.       Yes, I remember it well by Maurice Chevalier and Hermione Gingold from Gigi


Another song from the shows, this time from the movie Gigi in 1958. Its charming lyrics and tune by Lerner and Loewe combine wit with elegance and the Chevalier-Gingold duo are perfection.


6.       Let it Be by The Beatles


The Beatles exploded upon the pop world in the early 1960s and I recall endless parties at Oxford singing along and dancing to their music. Their psychedelic and Maharishi phases ended my interest but there were some great tunes and good times. Let it Be is their 1970 epilogue.


7.       Dancing Queen by ABBA


A late flowering of my pop-following came with dynamic ABBA, the Swedish quartet whose songs from 1974 onwards were truly memorable. The tribute show and film Mama Mia! had me creakily dancing in the aisles and loving every moment.


8.       My Love is like a Red, Red Rose by Kenneth McKellar


Impossible for a Scotsman not to have a Robert Burns song and this one is beautifully rendered by charming and unassuming Kenneth McKellar. Kenneth often appeared at our then family-run venues in Aberdeen and the audience always warmed to this delightful evocation of Love.


My book cements my oft-confessed frivolity and this time I choose an Arthur Marshall Omnibus – Arthur wrote with unshakeable good humour, warm reminiscence and admirable compression. You are never bored and he is constantly amusing. My luxury fills a gap – I have never learnt an instrument so I will take a guitar with a beginner’s manual and try to charm the birds from the trees!


My selection naturally has an historic air but, when you are 72, that is inevitable. I hope there are some chords struck and some pleasure given.

Readers, I repeat my earlier encouragement – choose your own Desert Island Discs!


SMD
20.6.15
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2015

MY DESERT ISLAND DISCS (CLASSICAL)



The iconic BBC radio programme Desert Island Discs has been running since 1942, originally compered by its creator Roy Plomley and now by Kirsty Young. A guest celebrity is interviewed and invited to imagine he/she is a castaway on a desert island and asked to select which 8 discs (“gramophone records” at one time) he/she would wish to have there. The castaway is also allowed to choose one book (The Bible and Shakespeare are already provided) and one luxury. I am an unknown person of no interest to the world at large, but I wish to indulge my fantasies, first with a Classical and later with a Popular music selection.


1.       Come Ye Sons of Art By Henry Purcell.


Purcell wrote 24 Odes and Welcome Songs on royal occasions spanning the reigns of Charles II, James II and William and Mary. This particular one was written for Queen Mary’s birthday in 1694 and is typical of Purcell’s lively English version of Baroque music. I gravitated towards Purcell, partly patriotically, as his style is easily recognisable and there is a rueful spirit in his music which I find attractive. He is arguably the greatest of English composers.


2.       Te Deum by Marc-Antoine Charpentier

 
Charpentier was one of the greatest Baroque composers and flourished when France, Paris and Versailles were at their apogee. His Te Deum of about 1690 is famous for providing the stirring signature tune for Eurovision but the piece is full of lovely phrases, colliding themes and wild dissonances. It is here performed by Les Arts Florissants, the wonderful Caen-based French ensemble whose playing and singing of Baroque music made their London concerts an enormous joy for me in the 1990s, directed by the American-born William Christie.

3.       Brandenburg Concerto No. 5  By Johann Sebastian Bach


Bach’s immense range and intricate tunefulness makes him essential listening, ranging from cantatas to oratorios, from the most solemn of sacred music to the almost playful Brandenburg concertos of about 1721. Greatly undervalued by his contemporaries, Bach is a shining light for all lovers of music.

4.       Stabat Mater by Giovanni Battista Pergolesi


Pergolesi surpassed himself with his moving Stabat Mater of 1736 and its most admired passage is the Sancta Mater, istud agas for soprano and alto (now normally a mezzo-soprano). Describing the Sorrow of Mary at the foot of the Cross, it moved the devout in early 18th century Europe and it can move us still in the unremittingly secular 21st century. Pergolesi died tragically early aged just 26.

5.       The Marriage of Figaro by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.


I am far from being an opera buff – most are too long and too ludicrous - but Figaro is the exception. Some landmark birthday saw me once take a box at Covent Garden for the family and we surrendered to heavenly music for a night to remember. Of course Mozart’s genius embraced symphonies, concertos and almost every other musical genre but this 1786 opera exhibits his inventive and heart-stopping talents to the full, not least in the climactic reconciliation scene in Act IV, Contessa Perdona, the stuff of dreams.

6.       2nd Piano Concerto by Johannes Brahms.


This lovely concerto dating from 1881 was first introduced to me by a music teacher, Donald Sprinck, at my Edinburgh school. Donald, had been a concert pianist and played beautifully but his wife was killed and house destroyed in the London Blitz. He had a breakdown and was a delicate soul thereafter but he worshipped Brahms and on the composer’s birthday he donned white tie and tails and would wish you a stuttered “Happy Brahms Day!” I came to love Brahms’ symphonies while his Requiem is wonderful too.

7.       Cello Concerto by Sir Edward Elgar


If anything epitomises the spirit of England, it is the music of Elgar evoking his home city of Worcester with her cathedral overlooking the Severn and the county cricket ground. Elgar’s elegiac cello concerto from 1919 with its lovely opening theme would soften the hardship of any desert island.

8.       Worthy is the Lamb and the Amen from Messiah by George Frideric Handel


Like most British schoolboys in the 1950s, I was brought up on Messiah, that most popular oratorio first performed in 1742. The work overflows with lovely solos and choruses, always in one’s head. I recall taking my Greek father-in-law to a performance one Easter at the Albert Hall and he pronounced “I have heard Paradise”. I can think of no better way to leave the stage than with this rousing chorus followed by the Amen replete with trumpets and kettle-drums!

I am conscious that my selection is rather pi, especially for a card-carrying atheist, but religion has inspired great art. I am basically a frivolous fellow and my selected book reflects this. There are not many laughs in either the Bible or Shakespeare and I therefore choose a P G Wodehouse Jeeves Omnibus. Wodehouse still makes me laugh out loud, with his mad-cap plots and unbeatable turns of phrase, and the palm trees will resound. I break the rules with my luxury, a turbo-charged Laptop, so that I can keep in touch sociably with my many friends.

Readers, do produce your own Desert Island Discs!


SMD
20.6.15
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2015

Monday, June 8, 2015

THE WORLD ON THE TAKE




Dear departed Oscar Wilde has one of his characters say that A cynic is one who knows the cost of everything and the value of nothing. I do believe the world has become by that definition a very cynical place and, with vast sums of money washing about globally, our moral compasses have been lost. Misuse of the power of money and the widening gap between the very rich and the rest of us sharpens the pain and the dangers of this development.


Money makes the world go around, as the song goes, and this rather threadbare creed has been adopted as the religion of the City of London, of Wall Street, of commercial Paris and of the staid counting houses of Frankfurt. In as far as the accepted business of these places is the management of money, well and good. The mischief comes when these centres of power aspire to control and direct people and entities outside their proper ambit. Thus, should we easily accept that Wall Street deserves a firm grip on the throat of the government of the United States, that the British government should bend its knee to the undemocratic will of the City, or that Europe owes obeisance to the bulging money-bags of dubious origin of France and Germany? I suggest the answer is a firm negative.


I do not approve of the demonization of banks and big business. Sensibly run they are essential elements in our national prosperity and most employees are of estimable quality. Yet we can neither forgive nor forget the economic crisis of 2007-8 when the West was almost laid low by the folly of irresponsible banking practices, leading to huge taxpayer-funded bail-outs. In Britain the failures of Northern Rock, Royal Bank of Scotland and Halifax Bank of Scotland have been devastatingly chronicled; in America the Byzantine world of Bear Stearns and Lehman Brothers, among others, have also found their scribes. But the useless Boards of Directors of these and similar institutions and the highly rewarded leaders, have not faced serious charges – untouched in public, they have become the notorious modern “Untouchables”. To add insult to injury, the banks persist in their wrong-doing and regularly we read of mis-selling of all manner of products to their luckless customers and rate-rigging misconduct, attracting large fines but basically demonstrating total contempt for their fellow-citizens. The taxpayer, and perhaps especially those dependent on benefits, deserve much better; judicial inaction is a scandal.

Fred Goodwin of RBS - still smiling

                                       
The absence of ethical standards at the banks filters down to other businesses. Although he is the founder, controller and inspiration of WPP, the eye-watering £43m 2014 pay package of Martin Sorrell is unsurprisingly causing a storm, even among the usually catatonic institutional shareholders. The great historian Lord Acton hit the nail on the head; All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. 


Parliaments, even as venerable as that at Westminster, have not been immune from the lure of gold. The parliamentary expenses scandal of 2009-10 saw many dozens of MPs implicated and forced to make repayments; many offenders were quietly advised not to seek re-election and 6 MPs and 2 peers were imprisoned for their deceptions. The amounts cheated from the system were relatively small (a US congressman or a Greek politician would laugh at such paltry sums) but the damage done to the reputation of parliament is incalculable. Sadly even respected Malcolm Rifkind has sullied his public esteem by apparent involvement in a cash-for-influence imbroglio.


In the US, political corruption, in the form of private interests overruling public ones, has long been a live issue. Huge sums are spend on lobbying and on the financing of campaigns for mainly conservative politicians. The Koch brothers spent $122m in the 2012 election and Sheldon Adelson contributed $150m in support of his pet right-wing causes. The line between legitimate lobbying and corruption is a narrow one and the Supreme Court takes an (over?)-generous view. Scandal surrounds some of the staff of Governor Cuomo of New York. Big Oil, big Pharma and Armament contractors are the usual suspects but firm legal decisions are elusive. The voters are greatly upset by these shenanigans and all governments in the West need to tackle corruption vigorously, as David Cameron recently declared.


For the consequences of failing to tackle corruption are clear to see elsewhere. Oligarchs undermined Yeltsin in Russia and have waged an often lethal war with Putin. Money speaks insistently in India and China; murderous drug cartels are close to the powerful in Latin America. In Greece, 40 years of blatant corruption have brought ruin. To its shame, Germany allowed Ferrostaal to pay huge bribes to the then Greek defence minister, Akis Tsochadzopoulos, for the supply of 4 submarines costing €3billion. The submarines never worked properly and Akis got a 20 year jail sentence. The Germans also stood by whilst Siemens bribed its way into lucrative Olympics contracts and the supply of electrical equipment. Siemens readily stumped up €330m in an out of court settlement. Finger-wagging from self-righteous Germany naturally does not play well in Greece.


Much worse, Germany was the leading light in pressurising Greece to accept the heavy terms of the first €130bn bailout in 2010; it has emerged that this bail-out was entirely designed to enable French and German banks to exit Greece by substituting sovereign bond purchases for commercial debt: the Greeks received hardly anything. The IMF was horrified, but silent. The unfortunate Greek taxpayer was caught in a classic “bankers’ ramp” defending an unsustainable Euro, just as Britain in 1931 defended the equally obsolescent Gold Standard. This episode fuels the calls for Grexit and, later, Brexit.


So cash sloshes around the world, seldom to the benefit of the deserving poor. FIFA, and the antics of Sepp Blatter and Jack Warner, are merely symptoms of the prevailing malaise. I do not advocate the rapid conversion of our all-too-human leaders into “sea-green incorruptibles” on the lines of homicidal French revolutionary Robespierre but an ethical revival is long overdue. Savonarola, all is forgiven!



SMD
8.06.15
Text Copyright © Sidney Donald 2015