Monthly Archive for December, 2006

Cold Calling

No PhoneOooh I hate it when companies phone me up to sell me things, especially crap companies, especially when I’m trying to cook the tea. So I registered with the Telephone Preference Service (TPS) and now I always complain when someone phones me. Here are some tips on how to complain successfully once you’ve registered and someone calls you.

  • Get a pen and some paper, you need to write everything down. Start off with the date and time.
  • Whatever the person asks you, say yes. You want to keep them on the phone as long as possible to get all the information you need for the complaint form. Be friendly, chatty and positive about what they’re selling. Get them hooked.
  • Don’t confirm your name, address or phone number and don’t give them any real financial information. If you have to give them a credit card number to keep them hooked, make one up.
  • At the point in the conversation where they ask for any of this vital data you need to gently start asking questions. Be careful, you don’t want to frighten them.
  • Confirm the name of the company they are calling from, ask where they are based.
  • If you have a computer nearby, Google the company name while you’re talking, or look them up on this list of registered companies. If you can’t find the name they gave you then you might need to be a bit more probing about who they’re working for.
  • Try to get a contact telephone number, say that you’d like to call them back. If they give you a real one that’s brilliant because you can phone it to confirm any missing details.
  • Ask them for the full address of the company they’re working for.
  • Ask them for their name, including their surname. This is probably when they’ll hang up.
  • If they’re still there try for some background information like the full name of their supervisor, what sort of database they got your number from, how many people are working in the call centre with them.
  • Don’t be nasty to them, this may be the only job they could find, but you could ask them whether they’ve heard of the TPS and whether they know that their company is breaking the Privacy and Electronic Communications (EC Directive) Regulations of 2003 by calling you.
  • Finally, fill in the handy online complaint form at the TPS and give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done.

Since I’ve been complaining via the TPS I’ve had one very grovelling letter of apology from Satellite Direct UK who called me all the way from India to sell me insurance for a dish I would never dream of owning. I’ve got another complaint in the pipeline and I’m just about to make a third one about a company called UK Relations Ltd. of Hemel Hempstead who called me just now about something dodgy involving endowment mortgages. I hope I’m not going to start enjoying this, that would be just too sad.

The Bedside Crow: 101 Things you can’t do with Ama*on

I used to dream of working in a bookshop when I was younger, but this blog by the man who runs the lovely one in Crystal Palace makes it sound like very hard work. He’s been posting recently about 101 Things you can’t do with Ama*on. Very funny.

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Local shopping frustration

GHD ProfessionalMy partner said she wanted Hair Straighteners for her birthday, which is on the 24 December, which is why she’s called Carol, by the way, spookily. Anyway, I was very uninterested in buying her such a prosaic present, until a friend versed in the black arts of beauty told me that I should get her some GHD hair straighteners. “They are,” she said, “definitely the best (others are clearly nowhere near!)”.

And so I had a look on the web and she was right. Google was excited by GHD and when Google’s excited, I’m excited. I got to work finding the best version and the best deal. It turns out there’s a new model coming out next year, the Mark 4, but some people are already selling it in a gift set with a fancy bag which also has other things in it including Obedience Cream. Obviously a good Christmas present. Yesterday I knew less than nothing about the subject, today I have a strong opinion.

So then I thought, “never mind the extra expense, I’ll support my local shops and save myself the stress of waiting for a delivery.” I phoned Sally Hair & Beauty Supplies which is very nearby. Maybe I’m absurdly optimistic, maybe I should know better by now. The woman there denied that there was a new model coming out, she had never heard of a gift set, in fact she sounded irritated by my questions. “What subject could be more boring,” she seemed to be thinking, “than hair straighteners. Get a life.”

OK. I admit I’m a nerd. Maybe I do over-research every purchase, but I find it so disappointing that nearly every time I talk to anyone in a real-world shop they know less about what I’m buying than I do. Where’s the passion, the enthusiasm? Come on, local shopkeepers! We want to help you but you need to give at least one hoot about what you’re overcharging us for.

Not Green Apple

Rather depressingly for me, Greenpeace have ranked Apple below Dell and HP for their environmental policies. Their campaign site is extremely well designed and contains several disturbing facts. It was inevitable that Apple wouldn’t be able to maintain their stunning rise in sexiness for ever. Shame.

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“I have a memory of an alternative reality…..”

TrainWorking in News can be difficult. You listen to stories all day, most of them depressing. Some of them stay with you and some of them disappear inside without a trace. Leaving work and joining the wandering tourists outside you can experience your emotions like a wine-tasting. Sadness, pity, an aftertaste of anger that’s hard to get rid of. But today I’m thinking about what happened yesterday afternoon, a story about me.

I was traveling in to work on the train, listening to 9 on my iPod. The window was really clean, for once there was no graffiti on it, and everything outside was lit with the low, clear sunlight you get on a perfect autumn day.

At Loughborough Junction a woman got on and sat nearly opposite me. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, that she was dressed sleekly, all in black, with straight dark hair in a bob. I was about to glance over at her, but then I decided not to. I always look at attractive women, what’s the point? Isn’t it better just to be glad she’s there?

A moving pool of sun was lighting up her hands as she got out her book. I could see the reflection clearly in the window, superimposed on the moving city outside. It was a hardback novel, her hands were graceful, holding the book carefully. The building sites looked sharp and intense, everything seemed so real. I was finding it really hard not to look at her and it looked like she was glancing up at me. Maybe she could tell.

The way that tower blocks move past when you’re on a train listening to sad music is so achingly, cinematically perfect. Damien Rice was singing Does he drive you wild, or just mildly free? and now she had put down her book and was looking straight at me. I was desperately searching the landscape for beautiful things to look at: open windows, someone ironing, broken cars, flags. Maybe I looked like a tourist, someone who’s never seen a big city before.

Now we were slowing down for Elephant and Castle. She put her book away, stood up and went and stood in the lobby by the door. We both knew it was over, but she was still looking at me and I was stupidly staring at the platform. As she got out I shut my eyes and only opened them when the doors closed and we pulled away.

I felt a tear running down my nose as we passed the new Palestra building in Union Street. For the first time since it was built the wind turbines on its roof were turning.

Homes and Gardens

Homes and GardensThe Iranian government is baiting the Israelies again. First it was a competition for cartoons about the holocaust, now they’re running a conference to discuss whether the holocaust actually happened at all. They are trying to demonstrate that the West is as intolerant of discussion about the holocaust as some Muslims are of discussion about the prophet Mohammed. Not only is it a childish point, but it’s also clearly inaccurate. How many people have been murdered or condemned to death for holocaust denial? David Irving doesn’t seem to be living in fear for his life, unlike Salman Rushdie. The truth is that Islam in Iran still has a very long way to go; they are in no position to talk about freedom of speech.

I was wondering if David Irving had been invited to the Iranian conference when I accidentally found myself on his ‘Campaign for real History’ site today. I really didn’t mean to be there, honest guv’. I followed a link from the excellent Cabinet Magazine to an article from the November 1938 edition of Homes and Gardens which offered its readers a breathless Hello-style guided tour of Adolf Hitler’s “Bavarian retreat”. It’s a hilariously gushing piece, originally published on the web in 2003 by Simon Waldman. IPC magazines, the publishers of Homes and Gardens, made him take it down so lots of other people, including David Irving, published it and now they’ve given up trying to supress it.

It’s not surprising that IPC was embarrassed by the article. By November 1938, when it was published, Hitler was already a dictator, having supressed all opposition parties and murdered at least 77 opponents within his own party, the Luftwaffe had killed more than a thousand Spanish civilians bombing the undefended town of Guernica and the Nazi racial purity laws were all in place including measures banning Jews from having professional jobs, bidding for government contracts and attending public schools.

The fact that Homes and Gardens was prepared to publish such a paean to the Führer shows how widespread support was for the Nazis and their policies in Britain at the time. When people talk about how the second world war was fought against the scourge of Nazism it’s worth remembering how many people in the UK and US only started objecting to it once Germany seemed to be a threat to their own countries, they didn’t give a hoot before then. In the current context of attacks upon our own civil liberties it’s also worth remembering that a brutal, authoritarian regime can still look very respectable even when it’s already well on its way to killing millions of people.

The Guardian story about the Homes and Gardens article
The Homes and Gardens article (not on David Irving’s site)

Politics

In a nutshell -
The Americans: We’re winning in Iraq!
Tony : Yeah, we are winning!
The Americans : No, we’re not winning.
Tony: Yeah, that’s right, we’re not.

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He who lives by the sword…

Because I work in broadcasting I frequently find myself walking behind people who are oblivious to everything around them but their deadline. They often go through swing doors without a backward glance and so I sometimes kick the closing door hard with my boot, bury my face in my hands and give out a muffled “Aaargh!” They usually look alarmed, I say “It’s OK, I’m fine” and I hope that next time they might be a bit more considerate. Today I got my timing wrong. At least I didn’t break my glasses.

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Zoundz – How could I not want one?

ZoundsRepetitive loop based electronic music? Unusual computer interfaces? Star-Trekky-looky gizmos? It’s my stock in trade, what I love best. Until I can afford the Grand-and-a-half that a Jazz Mutant Lemur costs I’m going to have to make do with a Zizzle Zoundz and if you know any similarly inclined children or adults you’d better get out there Googling because Hamleys don’t have them and Amazon won’t have any stock until next year.

What you do is put those cute plastic pawns on different glowing spots on the blobby base and, well, what I mean is it makes different sounds depending on where you put them, so it’s a bit like a little TR707 crossed with a game of 3D chess and an iceberg. OK, it’s not. It’s like a game of Simon but you don’t have to remember anything. Or maybe it’s more like childrens Garageband, or do you remember that quiz game where the professor pointed at the right answer? As the copywriter at Firebox said:

…trying to describe Zoundz is a bit like trying to describe sausage meat through the medium of dance…

Anyway, the white piece lets you record your voice or other sounds to add to the mix! Mine’s arriving on Friday but if you’ve already got me one for Christmas, don’t worry, I’m already looking for another one so I can try fitting a USB interface into it.

Zoundz – The Music Making Sculpture Gizmo

Plus, if you visit the Zizzle site you can watch an advert for the Zounds featuring the world’s most badly mixed voice-over.

Sonic Voyage

Sonic VoyageStan’s Cafe commissioned Brian Duffy, astronaut, photographer, writer and sound masher, to work with them on a show thing for the big Creative Partnerships culture bonanza in Manchester. He’s made a lovely mix with the stuff he used, you can download it from Exchange Art.

One of the interesting things for me about listening to it was that pretty much the first person you hear is Sarah Archdeacon, founder of Corali Dance Company and a regular performer for Stan’s Cafe. Like most of the people who work with them she has an incredibly distinctive and recognisable voice. I also recently spotted one of the other founders of Stan’s Cafe, Graham Rose, posing as a priest on a phone-in programme. If you’ve ever seen him in a show you’ll recognise him immediately. Have a Listen.

Craig and MarkThen there’s Mark out of Smart on CBBC. He has always reminded me of Craig Stephens, Stan’s Cafe second in command. They are opposites in most ways, Craig taciturn and understated, Mark wacky and always making funny faces, but there’s something about Mark’s boyish confidence that always brings Craig to mind.

Sarah and LisaBack to Sarah Archdeacon again. Lisa Hannigan didn’t half look like her on Damien Rice’s new video, 9 Crimes. Am I imagining it, I keep asking myself? It has been a while since I saw Stan’s Cafe, maybe my memory of them has faded and merged into a collection of universal archetypes.

So imagine my confusion when I was watching my favourite comedy programme, Lead Balloon, and there, suddenly, confusingly, was Amanda Hadingue, another long-time member of Stan’s Cafe, crying at the kitchen table. And it really was her, I’m sure of it.

Amanda Hadingue