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Ten years or more ago, as an exercise I kept a note of all the books I read in a year. I came across it a while back and was astounded to discover that I'd churned through over a hundred. Thinking about it, I was very confident that thanks to easy access to the internet and a telly had significantly reduced my reading-time so the year before last I kept a list again, and yes, I was right I hadn't read a hundred this time round. In fact, I'd read fewer than half that and I thought this was probably not great so one of my resolutions for 2014 was a minimum of one book a week, just to keep my hand in.

I failed. In my defense, although I didn't read enough books I did write one* but even so I feel a bit disappointed in myself so my new New Year's resolution is the same as last year. A book a week. What's yours?

If you're interested, here's last year's list:

Alistair Reynolds - Revelation Space
Greg bear - Darwin's Children
Penguin classics - The penguin book of gaslight crime
Alan Dean Foster - Aliens
Julius Caesar - The Civil War
Dean Koontz - Odd Hours
Joyce Tyldesley - Egypt
Anthony Sattin - Lifting the veil
Vita Sackville-West - Passenger to Teheran
Anthony Sattin - The Pharaohs Shadow
Geraldine Pinch - Egyptian Mythology
Ae van Vogt - Destination Universe
Connie Willis - The Doomsday Book
EM Forster - Alexandria
Paul Brunton - A search in secret Egypt
Colin Greenland - Take back plenty
Jerome K Jerome - Idle thoughts of an idle fellow
Gaie Sebold - Shanghai Sparrow
Connie Willis - To say nothing of the dog
Terry Pratchett - Monstrous regiment
Rose Tremain - The Colour
Bill Bryson - One summer, 1927
Nicolo Machiavelli - On conspiracies
Rick riordan - The red pyramid
Geoff Dyer - Zona
Nikolai Gogol - Viy
Tom Bingham - The rule of law
Jerry Brotton - A history of the world in twelve maps
Michael bishop - No enemy but time
Scott Lynch - The republic of thieves
Simon Winchester - The surgeon of Crowthorne
Gyles brandreth - Oscar Wilde and the candlelight murders
Bradley Garrett - Explore everything
Peter F Hamilton - The evolutionary void
Zakhar Prilepin - Sankya
Peter Watts - Blindsight
Antal Szerb - The pendragon legend
Hp Lovecraft - The dreams in the witch house and other stories.
Harry Harrison - Winter in Eden.
Harry Harrison - Return to Eden
Ernest Cline - Ready player one.
Marjorie Bowen - The bishop of hell

*More on that later, hopefully.
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After the London Olympics a few years ago I wrote this post about the use of prosthetics in the Paralympics, and how it's pretty clear they can now outperform natural human limbs in certain circumstances. In the wake of that I got chatting to Someone Who Knows These Things who told me that the thing which has really driven the improvement of prosthetic technology has been wider medical advances, specifically in battlefield medicine in Iraq and Afghanistan. Soldiers who twenty or thirty years ago would have been killed by injuries are now being saved but with lost limbs, and this has created pressure in the development of artificial limbs. That got me onto the idea that as artificial limb technology improves at some point in the future they will become electives and that the world is going to be a dashed peculiar place for those of us who'll be old when that happens.

Anyway, over the weekend I saw this:



It's interesting in a way that Channel Four often isn't; their Gay Mountain skit was funny but not especially groundbreaking. I've seen prosthetics used in a fashion accessory sense before now but never so overtly or as the forefront of of the media campaign (I also can't help but think that the design of that spike leg owes something to the artwork of Dr. Geof) but as soon as this sort of thing happens you can't help but look at it and think "Yeah, that was inevitable, now I come to think of it".

I find these sorts of things an interesting glimpse into the future of some parts of society.
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It's been one of those weeks, but rather than get all whiney and self-pitying about it, I thought I'd sum it up through the medium of song instead.

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It's coming up to that time when a stout, jolly man in a loud suit does his one day of work for the entire year.

That's right, I hear [livejournal.com profile] ukmonty is going into the office.*

In other news, I'd like to send you a Christmas card. Yes, you! If you'd like me to send you one, pm me your address.

*This joke is funny every single year.
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In 1944, Adolf Hitler's nephew, Patrick Hitler, joined the US Navy. To do so he had to fill in a form which asked if he had any relatives fighting for the enemy.

I bet that was an interesting conversation and no mistake.
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So those films from last Friday of people spilling through the doors of ASDA and Tesco like Zombies in the closing reel of Dawn of the Dead and fighting over half price packets of Pringles.

That's the Christmas advert for Waitrose, right?
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Seeing as how it's perfectly normal and expected for people to say they'll vote for the party which taxes them less or pays them more or whatever, why is it illegal for me to cut out the middleman entirely and stick my vote on ebay to the highest bidder?
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"David, tell me a bedtime story."

"Aren't you a little old for that?"

"No, tell me one."

"Very well...
'As they slept, the graveyard thing slipped through the open window. Rank it was, with a pale flabbiness which spoke of putrescence. It brought with it a chill air, and an odour of damp mold.
'It moved on all fours with a jittering speed before pausing by the bed and sniffing deeply once, twice. Some vestigial instinct told it to be pleased. The bodies would make it warm again, for a little while.'
*mwa* goodnight! Sweet dreams!"

"I HATE YOU."

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I have a method I use to find out if someone genuinely believes what they're saying. If I'm talking to someone about politics or economics and they claim to believe something completely unlikely will happen - say, "I think Ed Milliband will be the next Prime Minister of the United Kingdom" - then a good way to cut to the chase is to offer them a tenner on it. I find that the prospect of risking losing money tends to focus the mind. It's worth mentioning this because during the run up to the recent referendum on Scottish independence I spoke to a lot of nationalists who said they thought it'd be a yes but not one - not a single one - would take a cash bet. I thought that indicative in itself.

In the wake of the no vote the talk is of greater devolution for Scotland and the nationalists want it right now. However, [livejournal.com profile] annwfyn pointed out to me the other day what a lousy deal the Scots are being offered and after thinking about it and chatting it through I agreed, and a couple of people asked me to write up precisely why I think so.
To explain, it's useful to understand why the Yes campaign failed. The simple fact is that in any popular vote, where all else is equal the economic argument will always swing it. You can appeal to the heart as much as you like. You can appeal to the head. But if you don't appeal to the wallet, you will lose. This is why I've been saying for years it was going to be a no; as the Yes camp not only failed to make a serious economic argument but they even seemed not to realise why doing so was important for a long time, instead focusing on stuff like waving banners and carrying out stunts. Stunt campaigning failed to win the PR referendum, so heaven knows why they thought it would swing things this time.

I read the Scotland Future and Blue Book documents, and it was very clear that the Yes economic case of a more prosperous Scotland was perfectly achievable if three things happened:

1) A currency union backed by the bank of England,
2) Oil to remain over $100 a barrel forseeably, and
3) Their entire corporation tax base not upping sticks and decamping to London the morning after victory.

The only problem being that none of those things was going to happen. None. Of. Them. And all the No campaign had to do was point that out. A consistent criticism Yes levelled at No was that they didn't make a positive case for the Union, and they never seemed to twig that the No campaign didn't have to. All they had to do to win was make that whistling noise between their teeth like a plumber about to tell you that fixing your boiler will be expensive, tut a bit and mention pensions, and hey presto No was in the bag. I was surprised by the panicky reaction when a rogue poll result gave the impression it might go the other way, but hey.

The only way to prevent No capitalising on this was for Yes to be honest about the actual consequences of independence; a decade or (more likely) two of economic pain and a drop in standard of living whilst the aftershocks subsided, and to their credit the Yes campaign realised somewhat belatedly their economic argument was full of glaring great big holes and tried to tackle it in the last weeks of the campaign by changing direction and telling the truth. I saw people saying that it didn't matter if they'd have less money as it'd be Scottish people managing it, and that it doesn't matter what currency they would use. The problem with this line is simple: "This is going to make things worse for you for pretty much the rest of your life" has never won a popular vote, and never, ever will.

I mean, jeez, if you left-wing people ever want telling how to win an election, just send me a cheque because, frankly, you're clueless about how to do it yourselves.

Anyway, we can see from the above that in essence the Scots Nationalists picked a fight they couldn't win. I'm happy to admit they did better than I expected but the outcome was never really in doubt and, now they've lost the fight which they picked, they seem to think they're still in a position to make demands and that demand is devomax and they want it now. In short; they're standing there with a bloody nose and demanding an apple by way of apology.
The thing you have to remember is that the nationalists now have no leverage. They've shot their bolt, they're not going to get another vote forseeably if ever and yet the current Prime Minister appears oddly unfussed by the idea of giving them what they want. There's a reason for that. What they want isn't that great.

Despite what the Nationalists would have you believe, Scotland has always punched well above it's weight at Westminster. Despite comprising 8-10% of the population of the United Kingdom, Scottish Constituencies have supplied 23% of Prime Ministers over the last century or so. I don't know how many senior ministers as I can't be fagged to do the research, but I'm confident to assert absent evidence that I reckon the number is similarly disproprotionate.
With devolution came the Barnet Forumula and the West Lothian Question which most people in the rest of the Union either didn't know or care much about, or were happy to accept for the sake of a quiet life. What the referendum has done has highlighted the powers Scotland enjoys which the rest of the union doesn't, and the union now wondering why that is the case - suddenly English Nationalism is awoken in a way I've never seen and that's really bad news for Scotland. The deal which is on the table, in effect, is Scotland gets a whole stack of exciting and whizzy new powers but the commensurate is that Scottish MPs lose all right to vote on matters affecting England or the rest of the Union. No matter how much a staunch nationalist you are you should recoil from this in horror.
It is unthinkable under such an arrangement that any Scottish MP would be Prime Minister or senior cabinet figure ever again. Having no right to vote on matters concerning most of the Union would effectively disbar Scots from senior positions in the wider state. At the same time DevoMax is a false hope. Scotland's economy and population are less than a tenth of the whole. Like it or not, the sheer heft of the rest of the Union will pull Scotland along with it no matter what; she will have little choice but to follow in the wake of the ship of state like a lighter tethered to the back of a galleon. Yeah, you get to wiggle a bit on your course, but the course is set by other people.
To use a business analogy, Scotland is currently both a shareholder and a voting board director in UK PLC. Devomax would turn her into a wholly-owned subsidiary with no board level voting rights. Yeah, you get theoretical control over your affairs, but the lodestone of the rest of the union means you'll end up going along with everyone else on pretty much most things whilst going from a position of disproportionately large influence over that direction to one of very little.

Alex Salmond suggested the other day that if Westminster doesn't deliver DevoMax pronto Scotland would unleash the "Wrath of Khan". He's apparently a Trekkie, and so you'd think he'd have a better grasp of what happens in the film; from memory Khan picks a fight he can't win against Captain James T. Kirk of all people and succeeds only in losing everything he had. Whilst this is a fairly accurate analogy regarding what Salmond has done, I'm not sure this is actually the conclusion he's hoping people will draw.
As Khan admits in the film , strategy has nothing to do with his actions - it's for hates' sake he acts as he does, and that's a lousy reason to do anything.*

If I were Scotland I'd scrap the Scottish Parliament and the devolved powers and commit to Westminster for the simple reason that I've lost the game. Someone asked me the other day how doing so would make things better for them, and the answer to that question is that it's no longer about maximising your winnings, it's about minimising your losses. You had a good position and you lost it by overextending your hand. At such times, the sensible, game-playing move is to fold.
Of course that's not going to happen because a lot of Scots just don't seem to realise how much weaker they've made their position, so I've got another suggestion instead. Don't demand more devolution now. Take your time.

Right now, the fight is just over. The blood is up, emotions are high, and there is a substantial risk that Scotland will be bounced into an arrangement which is not just worse than the one she has now (that is inevitable anyway) but substantially worse than it has to be. Ed Milliband suggested some sort of "Citizens Convention" which would take a couple of years to decide what the new constitutional settlement for the Union would be. Of course this would push it back until after the next election and is nakedly self-serving for Labour but incredibly it's also the right move. Let heads cool and take your time coming up with something which will work and satisfy (as much as people can be satisfied) as many people as possible. Demanding sweets now to make up will not strengthen your position. The long game is your best move.

Depressingly, I've already seen some people suggesting that taking a deal now which would make Scotland's position worse is what they should do as when or if there's ever another referendum it would make it more likely to create a yes vote, and if that's the thinking that then there's really one answer: making other people's lives worse for decades in the hope that after you're dead they'll agree with you isn't patriotism. It isn't even nationalism. It's just being a jerk.


*Salmond lost any respect I might have had for him the moment he quit. He spent the entire indie campaign talking abut how he wanted members of the No campaign in his team to build a united Scotland after he'd won, and he lacked the basic grace to make the same offer he wanted of others after he lost. It's a real indication of the sort of fellow he actually is, sadly.
Oh, and that thing he said about Scotland declaring UDI? Forget it right now. Not going to happen.
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One result of my interest in all things economics is that I've spent a lot of time over the last few years hanging round on economics and stock market blogs and chatrooms. The first thing you realise in those places is that there's a distressing numbers of complete fruitcakes grinding their pet theories, be it about fiat money or jews or whatever, but once you've developed a selective brain-filter to weed out the whackjobs you end up chatting with some interesting people. Of course you go through a phase of reading Zerohedge or whatever and taking it dead seriously, but if you're wise that doesn't last and you start taking notice and asking questions of people whose predictions actually seem to come true instead.
And the side effect of not being a complete halfwit and asking intelligent questions and taking answers on board is that over time you get invites to more select groupings; private investors and traders boards and chatrooms where the conversation is robust and the people involved deal with the reality of the markets every day rather than the theory in abstract.
As a rule these rooms aren't what you think they would be; the pro-traders rooms don't have constant insider tips and deals because that sort of thing is illegal and career suicide. Instead they're an endless stream of one-upmanship, pictures of footballers wives and boasts about cars, along with some competitive analysis of the news.

Anyway, a week or two ago I was knocking round with some hedge fund traders on one of these boards listening and not asking any really stupid questions when one of them said "Hey, David. A bunch of us are going out drinking on Wednesday*. Wanna come along?"
Would I!?
I've seen Wall Street and Wolf of Wall Street. I'm totally sure that Hollywood presents an entirely accurate depiction of the life of a city boy. Clearly I could expect an evening of astonishing licentious excess with coke and hookers and champagne. Would I like to go along?
Of course I would!

***

The first thing you should know about city wine bars is they aren't cheap, and the first thing you should know about hedge fund traders is that they take no prisoners for those of us who earn a tenth as much as them. If you want to go drinking with the boys you get your round in, come what may, no matter what the cost or what is ordered, and if you can't afford your round then either suck it up and make more money or leave. As soon as I figured this one out I got my round in good and early, when everyone was still on pints.
I spent an interesting few hours talking to people; most people were friendly and helpful and chatty and as soon as they found out that I wasn't one of them the bravado dropped (as I wasn't competition) and I had, for those first few hours, a pleasant if increasingly boozy evening.

As a very broad rule, there appeared to be three different sorts of people in the profession; Firstly, the stereotypical trader. East End/ Essex boy not more than a generation or two from the market barrow with an instinctive feel for a trade. If pushed he probably couldn't quite explain how he does what he does ("It were farhkin' obvious the market were going ta move, so I slammed it. Bam! Hundred points. Bought me my farhkin' boat. Get in.") as it's second nature. Secondly, there's the solid professional who just wants to do the best job he possibly can and has ended up very well paid as a result. In a past time or place someone with this degree of professional pride and attention to detail might have made Chippendale furniture or Faberge eggs ("I just wait for the opportunities and take them when they arise. Twenty points a day, every day. Losses? Of course I make them, but if you pay attention then over time your gains will outweigh them"), and thirdly there's quiet, slightly nerdy one who did maths or physics at university and has found a fantastically well paid way to use his analytic talents ("I trade on a break of the SMA10 taking directional cues from the RSA8 assuming volumes are indicative, on a 1-3/5 r/r. "
"Does your girlfriend work in the city too?"
"No, she's in the French Olympic Gymnastics team."
"Ah.")

As the evening wore on a group of four up us broke away and carried on chatting at our own table, at which point things got interesting. I'd been dimly aware that the bar we were in had several small groups of girls drinking together. Perfectly normal, I assumed, and thought nothing of it right up until three of them walked over and joined us and it very quickly became clear they were Romanian (or at least they said they were Romanian) prostitutes touting for business. Really, I thought to myself, I should have seen this coming. As it were. And very pretty they were too: the potential rewards on offer clearly attract the attractive, especially when your major alternative is living in a Romanian village.
Two of the people I was with were certainly amenable to being approached, which left me and a slightly nerdy bloke as the remaining alternatives for the third and she fixed on me as the most likely choice - and I've got to say, no matter what you might think of the oldest profession, she was a a tremendous saleswoman. If I was looking for sales staff and could afford to challenge what she undoubtedly earned I'd've been tempted to offer her a job. In the face of studied disinterest and subject-changing on my part she indefatigably set about to inveigle her way into my wallet affections. Any conversational sally I made was deftly returned to the subject at hand, as it were. "You are nice man", said said, indicating my two erstwhile companions who were pawing at her friends in a fairly depressing manner. "You are not like others. I enjoy your company, and this is true, I have not met many men like you in this country. It is sad. It would be nice to spend time with you etc etc &c."
Eventually I figured that she wasn't taking no for an answer and I think she realised she was getting precisely nowhere, as she came out and made a really quite startling offer. I mean, I've been to gaming conventions in the US, but you know, this was quite an eye opener** and not an offer I think I've had before***.
"Cripes", I said (or words to that effect). "Tell you what; I'm just going to have a ciggie and I'll be back in a moment", and using the excuse of bumming a tab off one of the traders I headed out of the door and vanished like a weasel into the darkness.

****

When I got home, the she-David was sitting reading, waiting up for me.
"David", she said. "Where have you been this late? And why do you smell of cigarettes?"
"Well, darling", I replied, patting her amiably on the cheek. "Look on the bright side. I could smell of something you'd be even less happy about."


*They go out drinking every night. They just invited me on the Wednesday.
**As it were.
***Actually, there was a time on the No. 42A bus to Northenden, but that was quite some time ago.
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[livejournal.com profile] davedevil tagged me in that "ten books" meme which have been going round,. I'm pretty sure Lj has had this sort of thing do the rounds before now but seeing as I'm trying to write more I thought I'd do it anyway.

1) Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien.
When I was about 7 or 8 I got completely into The Hobbit and read it with the obsessive avidity of the young. When I was done I went and asked my mum if the author had written anything else, and she pretty clearly saw an opportunity to shut me up and get me out of her hair for the forseable and took it. "Of course", she said, dumping a doorstop of a tome in front of me. "Off you go".
It took months; I even started taking it to school for teacher hasn't bothered to prepare a class free reading sessions, so when my schoolmates were reading The Famous Five I was working slowly through the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. it was a formative experience.

2) The City and the Stars, Arthur C Clarke
My first experience of big idea sci-fi and future history. About fifteen years ago I set out to write a sci-fi novel (which looking at t now seems juvenile and heavily influenced by Iain M Banks. I can dig it out and post the first three chapters if you like) which referenced and was dedicated to Clarke, due to this book.

3) The Horse and His Boy, CS Lewis.
My absolute favourite book when I was little. I wanted to be Shasta when I grew up. In many ways, I still do.

4) The Stainless Steel Rat, Harry Harrison.
When I stopped wanting to be Shasta, i wanted to be Slippery Jim diGriz instead. I think I did better at that one.

5) How to be Topp, Willans and Searle.
Possibly the funniest book I have ever read, I have nicked every single joke - and there's a lot of them - in this book at least once and pretended they were my own. It also led to the writing of Hurrah for Saint Custards!.

6) Being and nothingness, Jean-Paul Sartre
There are some books which if you don't read them when you're a pretentious teenager, you never should. This is one of them. Fortunately I was pretentious and nineteen at the time, so it fit the bill perfectly. The idea that it's up to you to make the meaning in your life and nobody else's responsibility stuck with me, and I reckon it's visible in my philosophy to this day.

7) The Mind's I, Daniel Dennett and Douglas Hofstadter
Back when I was doing my degree I took the Artificial Intelligence elective in the third year, on the basis that I wanted to build a thinking machine which would help me subjugate humanity. The actual course took a direction completely unexpected by me; it was run by a computer geek and an amiable old hippy, and the first lecture opened with the pair of them at the front of the theatre. "So", said one of them. "You want to build an artificial mind. Now, who can tell me what a mind is?"
From there the course went off into philosophy and biology and questions of what thinking actually is and what it's for and how it works, and what is known and unknown about it. It was fantastic. The Mind's I is representative of the course, as it was pretty much the first book they told us to read and from there I went off into Godel, Escher Bach (What I understood of it) and Metamagical Themas and way more. It was a doorway into a whole new intellectual world that I'm still exploring.

8) MR James, Collected Ghost Stories.
The absolute master of ghost stories. Everyone steals from James; Susan Hill, Lovecraft, King all owe him a debt which is rarely acknowledged. One of the very few writers - possibly the only one - ever to make me put down the book and look around for a few moments just...to...be...sure...
I nick his ideas all the time.

9) Down Under, Bill Bryson.
Bryson is a fantastic writer. His style is honed, practiced and impeccably well-researched, and then worn with a lightness of touch and a self-deprecating wit that makes him highly engaging. When I do any travel writing his is the style I aspire to and don't get anywhere close to, but hey - aim high, that's what I say. This is his best book, by a fair margin.

10) Irrationality, Stuart Sutherland
One of those books which changes how you see the world. There's a lot in this, but amongst several other things it completely changed how I see and interact in debate; you have to begin on the assumption that other people aren't ignorant or stupid when they disagree. They've just looked at the evidence and come to different conclusions which are perfectly rational and in their interest from their standpoint. It's why I get annoyed when I see people declare their opponents as stupid or ignorant. They ain't. They're just different - and, when they disagree with me, wrong :)
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I've been engaging with too much victoriana and booze. It's doing something to my brain.


What-ho, attractive singletons throughout the empire
There are peculiar events afoot.
Inform your mater, your pater and your chaperone
Things are about to commence and you are aware of your duty.

Raise your hands in your air like a member of the lower classes
And ignore the social outrage at your actions.
Step and turn
Step and turn
Turn a speedy gavotte with your mother and inform me as to the latest addition to the lexicon.
Addition.
All assembled speak when the alarum is heard
In order to begun, give the countersign.
Don't worry about timings, we're listening.

Now those foolish maitre d's
Who believe themselves to have made a splash
Presumably there is a cause
And they believe they will be informed as to why.

They adopt the manners of their social superiors
But in so doing they appear as nothing more than the intellectually subnormal
The introduction of melody inspires us to cavort
And my fobwatch informs me that psychological romance is quite out of the question.
No, I'm afraid that's final.
Final, I say, sir!
So, what is the latest addition to the lexicon, my dear?
The lexicon?
Speak up, have you heard the telegraph?
As then we shall commence.

Word up.
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Thus far my holiday has featured me sitting up into the early hours, writing ghost stories be candlelight in an otherwise deserted medieval hall:

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There's a story about Pauline Kael, film critic for the New Yorker back in the 1960's and 70s. In 1972, when Richard Nixon won a landslide in the US Presidential elections she apparently remarked "I can't believe he won. I don't know anyone who voted for him."

Anyway. A couple of years before that an American Geographer with the wonderful name of Waldo Tobler postulated his first law. For reasons which escape me this has never become known as Tobler One, which just goes to show that geography isn't a subject which attracts witty people, but what Toblers First Law of Geography says is that: "Everything is related to everything else, but near things are more related than distant things." I was thinking about Tobler's first law today, like you do, and it struck me as I did so that it was as applicable to the geography of the mind and ideas as it is physical geography and indeed, as social media continues it's ever-growing ubiquity and the human population grows ever more urbanised it is going to become more true, not less.
What it suggests, you see, is that ideas seek out nearness and social media allows something to happen for everyone which was once the preserve of only the rich and dedicated - the ability to self-select our social circle. Once upon a time, when a greater proportion of the population lived in villages, the vast majority of people had no choice over the people they knew and associated with. Yes, you might disagree and argue in the pub, but you'd have to go back to the same pub the next day. In short, unless you were rich or a member of a really dedicated and isolationist religious sect you would have to associate with people you had nothing in common with - and at some level most of the time you'd have to find some sort of common ground just for social harmony.
This held less true in urban areas - there were so many people that you could find a like-minded group and associate with them (I remember being at a dinner party many years ago and saying something which didn't meet the received wisdom of the group. "You can't say that!" one of them told me, open-mouthed with horror. "I just did", I replied, perfectly accurately) but even then your social circle would like contain members of the out-group.

When Google launched Google Earth back in 2005, they quickly noticed that people didn't use it at all how they expected. What they thought would happen is that people, presented with an interactive representation of the entire world, would use it to look at places they'd never been: "I wonder what the Pyramids/Pyongyang*/Macchu Picchu look like". What actually happened is that almost every single person they showed it to did the same thing. They went to look at where they lived, and the places nearby. In other words, they used Google Earth to find out what the places they saw every single day looked like. Instead of looking at new things, people said "Hey! You can see my house from here!" and it struck me that this is a good representative macrocosm of how people use social media.

One of the defining features of contemporary political debate is that it seems to have become more polarised than anything I can remember before. America has its culture wars, and they seem to be seeping into discourse in this country too. And I can't help but think that the internet - and it's effects upon the geography of the mind - is one of the causes of that because it allows people to self-select their social circles in an unprecedented way. "If there's one thing I don't much like, it's foreigners", you might say to yourself. "Stormfront, that's the web community for me". Or "I don't know anything about economics, but I do love little kittens. I'll read something by Polly Toynbee or Owen Jones" , and hey presto not only does this present you with a dataset which is immediately skewed towards a certain position ("Have you seen what them Muslims/capitalists are doing now?") but also provides a ready-made social circle of people who agree with the basic premises of the group and whom you would not previously have encountered because you occupy different physical space.
It's human nature that people become normalised to their group, and when the group holds a clear set of opinions then those opinions will seem normal even when they are by wider social norms unusual or or not representative - and when people becomce normalised to the group then people outside become other, and it's really easy to dislike the other. Because they're wrong. They're the extremists, and they hate everything that is good and true and which your social group agrees are good and true.

In the same way that Tobler One says our minds see closer physical or geographical features as being more related and so more important, so the internet makes it possible to make ideas seem closer to us. It has shifted mental geography so concepts which might seem unimportant in isolation can be moved closer through social media, and become normalised: and that, I reckon, underlies the bitterness of political debate. Why should anyone vote for that party? Nobody I know does...and from that it's an easy step to assuming that anyone who does so is other, and thus wrong, or bad, or downright evil. Nice people think like me, so they must be nasty. That's logic and stuff, innit.

I dunno; maybe I'm wrong, but I can't help but think that the self-selection of self-reinforcing social groups isn't a good thing. In fact I'd suggest it's positively harmful, and I reckon it's one of the things something the 21st century will be about.

*When I'm bored I do sometimes go and look at North Korea on Google Earth. Apparently the government there warn the people that decadent, capitalist westerners are spying on them for outer space and I don't like to disappoint them.
davywavy: (toad)
Is it a Blue box? (No, no, no)
I want to know where the 1p hides.
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
Do you want to hear about the deal that I'm making?
Noel, it's you and me.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with Noel,
And I'd get him to swap our boxes,
But I'm running out of reds,
I'm running up that bill,
I'm running out of options.

You don't want to hurt me,
But see where red box lies.
Unaware of where's the quarter million.
Ooh, there goes the seventy five.

Is there so much money in any box?
Tell me, we can wish, can't we?
Noel, it's you and me.
I just want to take home lots and lots.

And if I only could,
I'd make a deal with Noel,
And I'd get him to swap our boxes,
But I'm running out of reds,
I'm running up that bill,
I'm running out of options.

"C'mon, Noel, c'mon darling,
Let me take a call from the banker now.
C'mon, banker, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange our boxes now.
davywavy: (toad)
Back when I was younger and stupider, I briefly kept a diary. Of course I stopped pronto when I realised the folly of writing anything down where my family might come across it, but it lasted for about six months and, for one day, my diary entry simply read "Don't go and see Highlander 2 again."

As it turned out that written reminder was superfluous because the experience of paying actual money to see Highlander 2 in the cinema burned itself onto my cortex and there was no chance of me repeating the error. Some other films have had a similar effect - Robocop 3 and Ultraviolet spring to mind - and it is thanks to seeing these films that I can confidently pronounce that Lucy, the new sci-fi actioner starring Scarlett Johanssen, is not the worst film I've ever seen in the cinema. Indeed, it barely makes it into the worst five. The trouble is that's pretty much the best I can say for it.

The biggest problem Lucy has - and there are many - is that the scriptwriter thinks his audience is stupid, and isn't shy about making that abundantly clear. "Aha!", he's plainly thought, "This is science fiction, and people who like that sort of thing are thick. I'll need to talk down to them right from the start so they understand what is going on", and that's exactly what happens. We open with Lucy (Johannsen), a club-loving, happy-go-lucky exchange student in Taiwan arguing with her boyfriend of a week as he tries to persuade her to deliver a briefcase to a clearly dodgy contact as he doesn't want to do it himself. As this scene plays through, two things are happening - firstly, we cut, from time to time, to shots of big cats in Africa stalking an innocent, doe-eyed gazelle until, when she agrees, the cats bring down their prey and devour it; you know, in case you're a complete moron who can't infer subtext for yourself, and secondly we cut to Morgan Freeman who is playing a Serious Scientisttm who is giving a lecture in Paris* about what would happen if a human could access the power of their entire brain.

The average person, we're told, can only access 10% of their brain power. Freeman goes on to list a series of superpowers which someone who could access twenty, or forty or eight percent of their brain would develop, thereby outlining precisely what is going to be happening for the rest of the film and destroying any sense of drama or tension about what might be going to happen to Scarlett.
Incidentally, that '10% of the brain' thing is nonsense, as it makes no evolutionary sense. There's no way the body would carry around a large, energy intensive organ unless it used it's entire potential**. Imagine if it were any other part of the body which someone claimed you only used 10% of to understand just how nonsensical that is:
"The average person", intoned scientist Freeman, "Only uses ten percent of the potential power of their liver. Imagine just how much you might be able to drink if you could use one hundred percent"
A hand in the audience shot up. "Ah, I might be able to help with that one", said Monty
.
Just to further insult the intelligence of the audience, at one point Freeman tells us that the human brain contains as many connections as there are stars in the galaxy and we immediately cut away to a shot of the galaxy as there's clearly no way you'd know what one of those looks like.

Anyway, back in Taiwan, Lucy's boyfriend is bloodily murdered in the street but nobody films it on their phone or calls the police like happens in real life, and she is kidnapped and has a bag of a new designer drug surgically implanted into her body so she can smuggle it through customs for the baddies. After a series of mishaps this bag bursts into her bloodstream and we discover to our amazement - or it would be amazement if Morgan Freeman hadn't told us this was going to happen ten minutes earlier - that this new designer drug allows her to access an ever-greater percentage of her brain.
Now, at first this is pretty cool. At twenty percent she develops incredible ass-kicking Black Widow-like powers and goes all ninja on a bunch of baddies, which I thought might make the film bearable but it doesn't last. By the forty minute mark she is up to 40% and can take over people's brains, manipulate gravity, and transform base matter into different states with the power of her mind.

For the remaining hour or so of the film, not much interesting happens. Imagine it as being like watching the Matrix but when Neo gets his superpowers there's no Agent Smith to challenge him so he just walks round doing super stuff to the general amazement of passers-by. Possibly the rest of the film might be better likened to watching someone playing Half Life on God mode; yes, occasionally baddies pop up and shoot at her and generally try to inconvenience her but for all the difference they make they may as well not be there at all. In fact, the plot of the rest of the film makes precisely zero sense as well as having no drama. Lucy is apparently motivated by getting her hands on more of the drug in order to boost her brain power to 100% and become a transcendent being of pure thought like they get in Star Trek***, but given that she can transform matter from one form into another at will why she doesn't just make herself a huge stack of the stuff out of nearby rubbish and plunge into it face first like Al Pacino at the end of Scarface I don't know. Instead she chases other drug mules to Paris where she hooks up with Morgan Freeman, a bunch of other scientists and a Parisian policeman who team up to hold off a bunch of heavily armed Taiwanese gangsters whilst Lucy gets on with expanding her consciousness to 100% so she can... can... can something. Whatever. I didn't much care by this point at nor will you. It turns out that when you can control 99% of your brain you can travel in time and space like you've got a brain-Tardis, but she doesn't bother going back in time and preventing the whole thing happening, she just goes and looks at dinosaurs and Red Indians and Lucy the aforementioned Australopithicine and then turns into a huge pile of red goo like Tetsuo at the end of Akira before becoming a being of pure thought, like Tetsuo at the end of Akira.

During this exciting**** end sequence the only role any of the other characters play is to say, out loud, what is happening on screen, like Sigourney Weaver in Galaxy Quest. When driving a police car pell-mell through the streets of Paris, the policeman is there to shout "You're driving too fast!", or when she turns into a pile of red goo and starts absorbing some computers, the scientists' role is to say, amazed, "She's absorbing the computers!" because not only are you, the audience, too stupid to understand context or plot, but you struggle to even summon up the wits to use your own eyes.

Now Morgan Freeman has form in taking any role whatsoever irrespective of quality for the paycheque but heaven alone knows how they convinced Johanssen to do this. I thought possibly Luc Besson had photos of her naked and threatened to release them on the internet unless she took the role, but then I realised those are already there so Lord knows what her motivation was. A big gas bill, maybe? As it is, Lucy is a mishmash of a whole bunch of better films; the Matrix, Limitless, Terence Malick's The Tree of Life, Akira and more, all mashed up and with all sense of threat, drama or tension removed.
I can live with films having a stupid core conceit so long as what happens thereafter follows logically from that. I can accept a man can fly and punch people through the moon, so long as the Superman film is enjoyable and holds together. I'm happy to believe that childrens toys come awake when I'm not looking and have adventures so long as I laugh like a drain from start to finish. I'm fine with the idea that a policeman can return from the dead in a robot body so long as there's drama, excitement, satire and genuine heart following from that. Lucy has none of those things. Not only is the core concept stupid - not inherently a bad thing in itself - but what follows is the worst sin I think a script can commit: it insults the intelligence of its audience. It thinks you're too stupid to be challenged, questioned, or to work anything out for yourself. In short, it leads you by the hand through a drama-free environment, pausing every so often for you to marvel at how much cleverer than you the writer is. And you know what? He's wrong.



*It has to be in Paris because the French are the only people who could listen the pony and trap he spouts and keep a straight face
**And I'd know, ladies. Oh, yeah.
***When I saw the title and plot of the film, my reaction was "Oh, that must be a reference to Lucy the australopithicine, postulated mother of the human race, and she must be going to be the mother of the next step in evolution". Of course it is; the script has told you that within three minutes of the film opening, because, you know, you're too stupid to work it out for yourself.
****LIE
davywavy: (Default)

Coming out of Kings Cross underground, a smartly dressed and startlingly pretty girl clutching a handful of flyers came bouncing up to me.

"Join the campaign sir. Bring back British rail!"
"Eh?", I said. "Why?"
"Britain has the most subsidised railways in Europe, and that money goes to private shareholders rather than improving the network."
"Ah", I said, getting out my phone.

Anyway, today I've learned that numbers make pretty girls angry with me.

davywavy: (toad)
A friend of mine is a finance/economics journalist for [Insert name of newspaper you've heard of here]. He's an interesting fellow: back in the 80's he was a city boy during the big bang/ Wolf of Wall Street era of excess and he's got a list of entertaining stories as long as your arm about that era. However, these days he seems to enjoy his role as poacher turned gamekeeper, and we chat about this sort of thing a lot. He asks me interesting questions, like when the ONS released data on UK productivity he was musing when the last time anyone asked me how productive I am, and how anyone in the ONS could do more than wildly estimate that across a population.
He also sometimes says things which make me completely reassess my thinking, and he did that a few weeks ago. "There's no such thing as left wing or right wing economics", he said. "That's like saying there's left wing and right wing gravity. There's just economics. Ideology is how you respond to the effects and conclusions which can be drawn from it."
I shut up and went away then, as I needed to filter that through my thinking.

Anyway, I got me to thinking about economics again a few months ago, when the Guardian ran an article entitled This is not a recovery, it is a bubble - and it will burst. If you fancy reading it, please go ahead. I'll wait.
What it basically says is that the UK stock market is an economic bubble doomed to burst, and this conclusion is reached because there has been quite a lot of money printed over the last few years and the performance of the FTSE doesn't appear to reflect the wider economy of the UK. It's fairly well written were it not for the fact that it's a load of hopeless old pony. There's no particular reason for the FTSE to reflect the UK economy; 47% of stock issued on the exchange is now held by non-UK parties, and the defining economic fact of the last decade or so has been the startling growth in wealth in previously poor places in the East. There's an unimaginably huge (and it's only going to get bigger) tidal wave of money circling the earth from the East looking for places to settle and earn a return, the FTSE is a massive beneficiary of this as the UK economy is perceived internationally as a safe haven (more on this later). Some recognise this and some don't; I recall a few months ago David Cameron being criticised for leading a trade delegation to China to drum up business and it being said that Cameron "is selling us to the Chinese".
Well, I should bloody hope so. If the British Prime Minister weren't trying to encourage wealthy foreigners to give us their money I'd think he was being positively negligent.

So that's the main thing that the article gets wrong; the FTSE doesn't reflect the UK economy not because it's in a bubble. It reflects the emerging global economy of suddenly wealthy people who would rather like to own stock in things like BAT, BAE, and the Post Office. And in return they give us a cut every time they buy some.

Over the last few years there's been a rush of this sort of article - people who totally missed the last crash coming being desperate to call the next one, especially by people who wanted George Osborne to fail as if the UK returned to growth - and it has, the fastest growth of any developed economy - it would undermine their ideological position vis-a-vis economics.
Speaking personally I can't help but admire the way such commentators like Polly Toynbee and Mr Chang have noticed there's good money to be made from telling middle-class socialists what they want to hear. I find the irony delightful.

Anyway, the article wasn't a complete loss as it got me thinking about economic bubbles and how - and if - they do indeed relate to our current economic situation. People always talk about bubbles but it's important to understand what a bubble is and is not, and what it looks like. one of my favourite economic charts is this one. It's a bubble:



Remember that. It's important. There may be a test later.

That's the 'classic bubble', but you can see it in practice too. The most famous being the price of tulip bulbs during the Dutch 'Tulip Mania' of the 1600s:



Then there's the Nasdaq/dotcom bubble of the early 2000s, which taught me a sharp lesson:



And more recently, bitcoin:*



I hope that illustrates what I'm talking about. To an extent, economics is the study of repeating patterns in an chaotic system; Mandelbrot covered this in his book the Misbehaviour of markets, but to summarise: patterns often repeat, and the trick is to watch for them emerging and to have an idea what happens when they repeat - and what to do if they don't. Even the very best stock analyst I've ever encountered didn't get more than 70% or so of his calls right - the important thing, he told me, is to promptly accept that you're wrong and things aren't going to plan and just change your position. Don't cling to what you think should happen. Look for what is happening instead.
In some ways it's like Zen; remove the self from your assessment of what is happening. The world does not care what you think should happen, and nor should you.

Anyway, about that FTSE bubble. Here's a picture of the FTSE:



Can you see a bubble there? No, you can't, and that's because there isn't one. So I wouldn't worry about it if I were you.

Prophets of doom always find an audience, especially after times of turmoil. People fear a repeat and when someone tells them it's coming it's human nature to listen and demand something be done. On the plus side I can reassure you as there isn't another crash coming any time soon. On the down side these doom-mongers will get to crow sometime soonish as there is a recession coming. How do I know? Because there's always a recession coming. Recessions/downturns/dips, call them what you will are a regular part of economic activity. Crashes are unusual, but recessions aren't. They happen all the time, and fairly predictably, thus:

2008: Credit Cruch
2001: post 9/11 recession
1992: Black Wednesday
1987: Black Monday
1979: Winter of Discontent
1972: Secondary banking crisis

Every 7-8ish years a downturn comes along, so we're getting due. My guess is (but by no means the only possibility) that it will be triggered by the Bank of England raising interest rates, which is why Vince Cable was telling the BoE not to do so yet the other day as any slowdown before the next election would almost certainly decide the outcome. Certainly a recession pre-election will severely damage the coalitions big gun that is greater economic credibility than Labour. What I reckon will happen is that BoE won't raise until after the election (or shortly enough before that it won't knock on until after) and we'll see a dip in late 2015-16. You heard it here first, etc.
Of course this will, as usual, be held up as a failure of capitalism and all that old crap, but it's perfectly natural. In fact trying to prevent recessions, as happened in 2001 when the credit taps were turned on post-9/11, just makes this ever so much worse later when it all hits at once. Interestingly, the last time a crash this bad happened - the Secondary Banking Crisis of the early 1970s - the causes were almost identical. Faced with slowing growth the government loosened credit creating a run on property as people turned cheap money into bricks and mortar, and then suddenly interbank lending died as people got afraid their creditors couldn't pay them back. This spiralled down fast after that.
The thing to remember is that when we hit the next downturn and the usual suspects start spouting on about how it's a failure of markets blah blah, is that all systems fail - even theirs. What you need is a system with multiple suppliers whereby if one part fails there's enough redundancy in the system that there's not a cascade of failure which takes everything with it.

The thing we did differently post 2008 was Quantitative Easing, and you know how I said earlier that the important thing is to recognise when you're wrong? Well, I got it wrong on QE. It has clearly worked far better than I thought it would. We've avoided the lost decade of the 70s better than I expected. The UK has the strongest economic growth in the west. In fact, the numbers are quite remarkable. Since records began in 1972, six of the seven best months for job creation have occurred in the last two years; in fact, employment is at it's highest in sixteen years - higher, even, than during the years of the boom, thus:



Moreover, the CBI began to track business confidence in 1976, and they report that confidence has never - never - been higher than it is now. And those two things combined with a third factor get very interesting.

You see, a few years ago the war cry of the anti-Coalition was "Austerity isn't working", but if you google that phrase you'll notice only a few holdout diehards are still using it for the simple reason that austerity has clearly pretty much worked. As a result, Ed balls has vanished from our televisions and the war cry has changed. Now the criticism is either that we're experiencing a "Debt fuelled recovery" or that we're into a housing bubble. Let's look at both those claims, shall we?

1) It's a debt fuelled recovery!
No it's not. Investigating this one led me to this interesting little dataset:


There's several things which jump out about this. Firstly, look at the shape of that graph. Recognise it? 'course you do. You saw it earlier and I said there'd be a test. Now you see why it was a credit bubble. And you also see why Blair jumped ship in 2007.
The second thing you should notice is that debt origination in the UK is at historic lows and is still contracting:



Now bring those three things together: Fastest job creation growth since records began, highest business optimism since records began, and historically low debt origination rates. What happens next? I'll leave you lot to figure that one out. Hint: It's positive.

A related criticism is that although employment has risen, productivity and wage growth remains comparatively low. Well, in some ways that's be expected; by comparison productivity growth in the US is high but employment growth has remained steadfastly below UK levels. What's happening is that the UK is trading off productivity for employment. If you want to boost productivity, the easiest way to do that is to sack your 10% least productive staff. As a society, the route the Uk appears to have decided to go is to ensure more people have jobs at the cost of economic productivity - and this hasn't been driven by the government. It's just happened. You'd think my left wing friends would be delighted, but I'm not seeing it.
Just to put the cherry on the cake, the Cost of Employment index has risen for the first time in ages; what that means is that wage growth is reappearing. Hurrah everyone!

2) It's a house price bubble!
No, it's not. There's a couple of things you need to see to understand this one. Firstly is the distribution of rises in housing costs, which looks like this:



It's instantly clear that house price changes are not only concentrated in London, but that prices are falling elsewhere. But what about house prices in London. Are they a bubble?

No. Thus:



If this is a bubble, it's only just begun. However, I don't think it is. Instead, it's something else. I don't know what it is - but I do know what it isn't. It's almost certainly a boom, but booms act differently to bubbles.

Faced with the economic reality, opponents of the coalitions economic policies are reduced to selecting a handy grab-bag of soundbite policies - We should renationalise the railways, we should renationalise energy - in an attempt to draw attention away from the gaping hole in the middle of their economic argument.
The thing is, soundbite policies are demonstrably based upon inaccurate statements. Don't believe me? Allow me:

1) The railways. Nationalisation has failed. We have the highest subsidies of railways in Europe, which go into private companies pockets due to the Tories feeding their fat cat city chums. Or "Bollocks" as I like to call it.
State subsidies to the private train operating companies have fallen astonishingly since Labour left power. From a subsidy of £1.4bn in 2009-10 to the privatised rail industry generating a profit for the government in 2012-13. I'm aware that "Labour subsidising their fat cat city chums" doesn't fit the narrative, but the numbers don't lie even when point-scoring politicians do, and the numbers are here:



From a subsidy of a billion and a half under Labour, the coalition have managed to make a profit of over half a billion quid last year - not that you'll see many people acknowledging it as it doesn't fit their political position. As for the "highest subsidies in Europe" line, that has never held up. France has subsidised their railways more than 30% more than the UK in cash terms over the last decade or so, and in terms of passenger miles the Greeks forked out in excess of 300% what the UK did until the wheels came off their economy. Indeed, massive oversubsidy of their rail system was a contributory factor in the economic collapse of their nation.
Indeed, after all the criticisms of the UK rail network it turns out that according to the European Commission the UK has the second-best railways in Europe after the Dutch, who follow a similar ownership model to the UK.

2) Then there's energy prices. The narrative here is "Privatisation has failed, expensive energy prices, yakketty schmacketty", but once again let's say that's debatable at best. Digging for energy prices got me this interesting dataset, which I've annotated with handy points for convenience:



1) Nationalisation
2) Thatcher
3) Privatisation
4) Labour (and the introduction of carbon taxation).

It's sobering to think that five years ago on these very pages I predicted that government interference in the energy markets would lead to a price bubble, as I didn't realise it was already well under way. Even the Committee on Climate change acknowledges that carbon taxation has led to a rise in energy costs, but hey, that's not stopped people from demanding the energy industry be nationalised. Notwithstanding that doing so would be in breach of EU single market regulations, here's something else to bear in mind: take a look at the end of that price graph. That pattern...looks a bit familiar, doesn't it? It's almost like we've seem something similar, earlier in this post. What this suggests is that energy prices are pretty much peaked and several things serve to back that up; developments in Photovoltaics are especially positive, but hydrocarbon extraction techniques, nuclear, even wind and wave power are improving all the time.

In short: if your idea of a tip-top economic plan which is guaranteed to make everything better is for the government to break international treaties by using taxpayers money to buy the energy industry at the highest price since records began and when it looks probable that prices are going to go into long term decline, then God help you. Really. Nothing else will.



In many ways it's those improvements in technology which are really where I'm going with this post, and indicate where I think a lot of people get economics wrong. I had a conversation with someone a while ago who said that the economy should be managed for the benefit of the people, apparently with a completely straight face. You see, there's no such thing as an economy, or a market, as distinct from the people. What the economy is, is an emergent property of the interactions of untold millions of people all trying to make the best for themselves in whatever way they see fit - so when you talk about managing it you're actually talking about managing people and I think it important to bear that in mind.
And it's people who are the reason the prophets of doom are probably wrong. Here's why:



Over the last few decades, the number of people living in poverty round the world has fallen off a cliff; the entire human race is more prosperous than ever before to a degree it is actually difficult to imagine. Now, I believe people are creative, adaptable, intelligent and imaginative and as they get richer they tend to get better educated, having more time to spend reading books and stuff. What this means that we have an ever-growing mass of educated, intelligent, creative people who are going to be coming up with ways to make your life better. What's more, the richer people get the more peaceful they become, as they've got something to lose by starting fights.

There's a reason the UK is benefiting from this growth in wealth and education in a way that many countries are not - it's because the UK is selling something very few places provide: stability. The Russian and Chinese governments have indicated they aren't to be trusted with your savings, so if you're a Russian and Chinese millionaire where do you put your money? The same goes for Europe - ever since the EU introduced capital controls on Cyprus and the French introduced a 75% top rate we've seen capital flight from the continent to the UK at unprecedented levels. In fact, even as global trade has slowed, it's continued growing in the UK; consider this:



That's because we're honest. As governments around the world decide that sticking their clammy digits ever deeper into their people's savings is a cracking way to cover their own policy failings, their people are smartly removing their money to somewhere that doesn't happen - here. And it's not just individuals, it's major companies. I was delighted to notice the other month that ChryslerFiat, the world's 4th largest car manufacturer, has decided to domicile in the UK - thereby both showing that the Coalition's corporate tax regime is attractive and ending the old "No British companies make cars any more" line in a single stroke.
Whilst on the one hand this influx of cash is driving the rise in property prices (developments in London have been sold off-plan in Hong Kong and never even advertised in the UK**), on the other hand this money is going into companies and stock and shares as investment, which in turn has driven at least some of the rise in employment.

And this is what I meant at the start of this post about there being no such thing as left wing or right wing economics, there's just economics. It's not left or right wing to say that price controls cause shortages; the shortages will happen, and ideology is whether you think that's a good thing or a bad one and if you're prepared to accept the consequences of your actions. In the same way it's not left or right wing to say that people are intelligent, able, creative, imaginative and willing to change their behaviour if it's in their interests to do so. Economics is based upon that observation; the question of ideology is how much you want to control the economy, and that means how much you want to control the people. Conflicts arise when people and governments disagree on what their best interests actually are.

When I started this post, what I really intended to get across is how optimistic I am about the future. I know I've gone all over the place, but my core position is this: people are great. They're clever, imaginative, creative and all that good stuff and they're really good at solving problems. Furthermore, there are more and more rich and educated people all the time, which means we're only going to keep getting better at this.
Yes, there will be recessions and depressions and bubbles and crashes, but barring catastrophe the direction is relentless. If you're unconvinced think about just how much better life got for pretty much everyone who doesn't live in a berserk communist state between the last global crisis in the 1970s and the most recent one now. When I was growing up famine was a regular problem in large parts of Asia and Africa. Now the same parts of the world are worrying about obesity. Stuff like that.

Of course there will be shocks and horrors; patterns play out right up until they don't. NATO and the Ukraine could start shooting each other; the Da'ish could overrun the middle east and introduce a new dark age; we could have a global ecological collapse; China and Japan could start shooting at each other over the Spratleys (possibly the most likely, I think). Prophets of doom will always find an audience, but I'll tell you one thing: the bull market we'll see over the next decade will be the least popular one ever as so many people have pinned their political and economic credibility on it not happening.

Because ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars, be ye not afeared: for such things must needs be; but the end is not yet.****


*Yes, [livejournal.com profile] raggedyman, I'm looking at you.

**Do rich foreigners have an unlimited appetite for overpriced London property? No.***

***As a good example of the honesty I was talking about earlier, an estate agency friend was telling me about a conversation he had with a Malaysian client recently:
"I do like dealing with British estates agents", said the client. "You're so honest."
"Ah, that's really not how we're seen here", he pointed out.
"Yes, but in Britain when an estate agent sells you a house, you can be confident the house actually exists."

****I think I'll go and get on with writing my book now.

Sums, eh?

Aug. 8th, 2014 02:53 pm
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According to the Daily Mirror someone had left on the train, 54% of Scots will vote no, 40% yes, and 7% don't know.

Right you are.

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