Cost the Earth Day

Earth Day? More like Cost the Earth Day. It’s about taxes and more taxes.

If I drove around the country in a Toyota Hiace van that had a broken back light, and leaked oil so much that pressing on the accelerator produced a pillar of smoke worthy of comparison with those in the tales of Moses, and then I changed to a new electric vehicle that smoothly glided around without a single comforting rattle or trace of exhaust, would I save the world?

Of course not.

If the cause of problems is carbon emissions, then talk to the Chinese about it, because the old van is of no consequence in the global context.

However, the British government seem convinced that the worst villains in the world are those who still drive combustion-engined vehicles.

It was only when returning to Dublin from England last weekend that I realized how big was the burden that the British government was imposing upon drivers. Last weekend, the price of diesel in Somerset was around £1.59 (€1.78) a litre, the price per litre in Kilmainham in Dublin was €1.49 (£1.33).

The Green movement seems obsessed with indirect taxation, make the polluters pay is their slogan.

Of course, if you are affluent, then indirect taxes are not of much consequence. They are not going to be a significant element of your weekly expenditure. However, if you are a working person for whom a car is your only means of getting to and from work, then the Greens insist that you pay 26 pence a litre more for your fuel. On a 40 litre fill, that’s £10.40 a week, more than £500 per year. Working people must pay £500 per year for virtue signalling by middle class Greens.

Talking to a political reporter over lunch, I pointed out that no working class person was going to vote for a party that deliberately imposed taxes that hurt the poorest people the most (and that which did nothing to change the reality of the world). He agreed, commenting that the Greens were popular with their own electorate and would be unworried at the thought that they would not gain working class votes.

The oddest thing of all is that the Green movement tries to present itself as Left of centre, as progressive in its politics. No-one who devises taxes that they know are going to hurt the poor the most can claim to be progressive.

At a time when people are going to food banks, sitting in cold houses, anxious about the future, it’s time the Left called out the Greens for the people they are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I would like a pink polka-dot bra

The summer holidays are just seven weeks away. On Saturday, 3rd June, I shall sail for Cherbourg: a week touring the battlefields of the Western Front (with Juno Beach in Normandy and Dunkirk added to the First World War sites). Planning a trip by myself, I decided that there was a definite need to work on my French.

My only visit last year was an overnight trip to Marseille to watch the European Rugby Cup Final. It demanded a return flight to Lyon and a return TGV journey from Lyon to Marseille.

The journeying was not a problem, I could work out signs and read timetables and make basic requests. The embarrassment came with sitting opposite a chatty six year old French girl on the TGV. The girl delighted in telling me all about her school and her friends and her visit to Marseille (at least, that’s what I think she talked about).

I think I must have visited France thirty to forty times, if not more, often for three weeks at a time (in 2015, four visits meant spending five weeks in the country). How does anyone spend so long in the place and remain so poor at the language?

Perhaps it’s laziness, perhaps it’s due to having got off to a bad start. At primary school in High Ham, Miss Rabbage used to teach us basic vocabulary and phrases. At secondary school in Street, the teaching was good. I remember a language ‘laboratory’ where we each sat with headphones and microphones and repeated phrases we heard or tried to answer the questions that were posed. Miss Brooke, the French teacher, listened in to our utterances from a control desk, and offered individual advice via our headphones.

For fifty years ago, it wasn’t a bad start on a language. But then the asthma became severe and I was sent off to school on Dartmoor where French was not part of the curriculum.

A dozen years later, in 1986, when I went to France for the first time, I had forgotten almost everything that we had been taught.

Each summer, I would take out my copy of Living French by T.W. Knight M.A. (Oxon), first published in 1952 and excellent value in 1979 at £1.25, and make little or no progress. I could manage such sentences as ‘Madame Dubois a un joli chapeau,’ but not once did the opportunity present itself to comment upon local millinery

Last year, deciding I needed to make a more serious effort and embarked upon a Duolingo course. However, when the sentences included ‘I would like a pink polka-dot bra,’ I began to wonder how useful such a course might be if again confronted with a six year old girl on a train.

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A puddy place

Supper at the Podymore Inn gave the opportunity to read a reproduction of a 1791 history of the parish.

PUDDIMORE-MILTON

is a parish situated in a flat marshy country (whence the name) on the east side of the Fosse-road, two miles north from Ivelchester, and three east from Somerton.

In A.D. 963 King Edgar gave the manor of Mideltone, in which were contained two hides, to the church of Glastonbury, whereof Egelward was then abbot.

” The church itself holds MIDELTONE. In the time of King Edward it gelded for six hides. The arable is six carucates. Thereof are in demesne four hides and seven acres, and there are two carucates, and eight villanes, and six cottagers, with four ploughs. There are fifty acres of meadow, and one hundred acres of pasture.  It was and is worth six pounds.

In 1293 the abbot’s estate in Middleton was rated at 14l 12s. The manor continued in the monastery till its suppression, when King Henry VIII; by his letters patent bearing date the 36th year of his reign, granted to John Make, as a gratuity for his faithful services, all the manor of Myddelton, otherwise called Milton-Pidymore, other-wise Podymore-Milton with all its rights and members, together with the advowson and the right of patronage of the church of Myddelton, parcel of the late monastery of Glaston.

10 Eliz. the said manor was in the possession of John Horner, of Cloford, esq; and still remains in that family; Thomas Horner, of Meils-Park, esq; being the present owner. According to the certificate returned soon after the dissolution, the rents of assise and copyholders belonging to this manor, with the works and customs due to the same, were of the yearly value of 171. 1s.d 10d. the demesnes 61. 6s. 10d and perquisites of courts and fines 4l. 0s. 9d

The benefice was appropriated to Glastonbury abbey, and in the year 1292 valued at twelve marks three shillings and fourpence; the abbot of Glastonbury having a pension out of it of ten shillings. It is a rectory in the deanery of Ivelchester; the lord of the manor is the patron, and the Rev. Thomas Pearson the present incumbent.

The church is dedicated to St. Peter, and is a small building of one pace, having an octangular tower at the west end containing three bells. William Kemp, rector of this parish, was a great sufferer in the rebellion of the last century, being with eleven children driven from his house into the streets, and all his property plundered by the soldiers. He lived till the Restoration, was made a prebcndary of Bristol and died in 1664,

 

 

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Another relegation

Before the days of the present National League, the top levels of non-league football were  the top divisions of the Southern, Northern and Isthmian Leagues. Yeovil Town played their matches in the Southern League Premier Division.

The 1970s were a time when there  was no automatic relegation from and promotion to the Football League and although Yeovil were Southern League Champions on a number of occasions, their applications to be elected to the Football League were unsuccessful.

Going to watch Yeovil Town in the 1970s was always a special moment, Yeovil was a small club with a large and noisy following, home crowds averaged over 2,000, a number that often dwarfed the attendances enjoyed by some of their rivals.

The advent of the Football Conference, predecessor of the National League, saw Yeovil’s fortunes decline. While clubs like Wimbledon and Wigan Athletic gained promotion to the Football League, Yeovil slipped. In the 1980s and the 1990s, they were twice relegated from the fifth tier of English football, to play their games at grounds where crowds might number no more than a couple of hundred. Relegation and geographical factors required Yeovil not to play their football in the Southern League from which they had come, but in the Isthmian League, a league for clubs from London and the Home Counties.

Living in Ireland, the opportunities to watch Yeovil in the years that followed were limited, if there was a match being played when I was visiting Somerset, it was a delight to go along. The new ground, in an industrial estate on the edge of the town, represented huge progress from the old ground with its pitch that sloped from one side to the other.

There was a huge sense of pleasure in seeing Yeovil win a place in the Football League in 2003, and to watch them to rise two further divisions to reach the Championship, albeit for only one season.

After sixteen seasons in the Football League, Yeovil were relegated back to the realms outside of the Football League. The recent seasons have not been happy ones, the club has not been competitive, the results have got steadily worse.

It is not mathematically certain but after yesterday’s home defeat against fellow strugglers Dorking, Yeovil face the prospect of playing in the sixth tier of English football. The title inflation that changed Division 1 to the Premier League, Division 2 to the Championship, Division 3 to League 1, and Division 4 to League 2, means that next season will be played in National League South. The Isthmian League sounded much more exotic.

 

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Republican publicans

Eli’s is having a tea party to mark the coronation in May. The American branch of the family who now have the pub have a mischievous sense of humour, the music for the afternoon is to be provided by a group called the Boston Tea Party.

More than a century before the citizens of New England decided that they wanted to rid themselves of the Crown, there were people from Langport who rallied to the Parliamentarian cause. On 10th July 1645, a decisive victory would lead to Parliamentary control of the West Country.

Not yet the oppressive dictator he was to become, Paraliament’s army at Langport was commanded Oliver Cromwell. He wrote a description of the battle that took place within sight and earshot of the ground on which Eli’s now stands:

In the morning, word was brought us, That the Enemy drew out. He did so with a resolution to send most of his cannon and baggage to Bridgewate’r, which he effected, but with a resolution not to fight, but, trusting to his ground, thinking· he could make away at pleasure.

The pass was strait between him and us; he brought two cannons to secure his; and laid his Musketeers strongly in the hedges. We beat off his cannon, fell down upon his Musketeers, beat them off from their strength, and, where our Horse could scarcely. pass two abreast, I commanded Major Bethel to charge them with two Troops of about one-hundred-and-twenty Horse. Which he performed with the greatest gallantry imaginable; beat back two bodies of the Enemy’s Horse, being Goring’s own Brigade; brake them at sword’s-point.

The Enemy charged him with near 400 fresh Horse; set them all going, – until, oppressed with multitudes, he brake through them, with the loss not of above three or four men. Major Desborow seconded him, with some other of those Troops, which were about three. Bethel faced about; and they both routed, at sword’s-point, a great body of the Enemy’s Horse. Which gave such an unexpected terror to the Enemy’s Army, that it set them all a-running,

Our Foot, in the mean time, coming on bravely, and beating the Enemy from their strength, we presently had the chase to Langport and Bridgewater. We took and killed about 2,000, brake all his Foot. We have taken very many Horses, and considerable Prisoners. What are slain we know not. We have the Lieutenant-General of the Ordinance; Colonel Preston, Colonel Heveningham, Colonel Slingsby, we know of, besides very many other officers of quality.

Within fifteen years, the radical Protestants who were numbered among the Parliamentary forces would find England a hostile place to be. The place for radicalism would be the New England that would be the place for the Boston Tea Party.

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