Thursday 19 September 2019

The Value Of Nothing


Most of us take it for granted that we can pop along to a supermarket and buy pretty much whatever food takes our fancy, and increasingly we can do this at almost any time of day or night. I'll caveat that by saying that there are hundreds of thousands of people in the UK living in food poverty, that 1.8 million emergency food parcels were handed out in 2016/17, and there are over 2,000 food banks across the UK, which is nothing short of scandalous.





For those people who live in food poverty the bad news is that this year food prices have hit their highest rate of inflation in five years, 2.5% in March 2019 according to the BRC-Nielsen Shop Price Index. UK crops such as onions, potatoes, and cabbage showed the greatest increases, while increases in global cereal prices have led to increases in the cost of bread and cereals. Despite this, UK farmers increasingly find it hard to make ends meet, with the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (Defra) predicting that incomes are expected to fall across almost farm types in England in 2018-19 with pig farms likely to be the hardest hit.


Some sources predict that food prices will rise as a result of Brexit, although not everyone agrees. On his LBC Radio show, Nigel Farage told one caller who said as much that equally, prices could fall, due, he said "to terminology." Quite what he meant by that I have no idea; I'd be grateful if anyone could enlighten me. But whatever happens to food prices, one sector or another of the population will suffer. Increasing prices put even more pressure on those who rely on food banks, while falling prices squeeze farmers profits and will inevitably drive some out of business.



Wandering around my local supermarket, one could be forgiven for gaining the impression that we truly live in a land of milk and honey judging by the trollies laden with food of all types and from all nations. Sadly, a whole lot of the food that gets wheeled out of supermarkets gets binned, and a lot of that is food that isn't even partly used. Around 18 million tonnes of food, with a value of around £23 million ends up in landfill every year in the UK. In part, the relative cheapness of food (even in spite of the food inflation we are experiencing) is to blame. Simply put, too many people do not value the food they buy. In our house it causes almost physical pain for us to throw out uneaten food, although there are times when it is unavoidable. I have found that doing smaller, regular shops cuts down the amount of food that gets thrown out, although for many people the weekly bulk shop remains the default option, either through choice or necessity.

Food is not the only thing that we buy that we treat in a somewhat cavalier manner. Around 300,000 tonnes of clothing, worth £12.5 billion ended up in UK landfill sites in 2017, with one in ten people surveyed saying that the cheapness of clothing meant that they regularly threw clothes away after a few wears, with clothing considered 'old' after twenty washes or fifty days. Looking at the prices of retailers like Primark, it is easy to see why people would think that. According to a survey conducted for the charity Barnardo's, Britons will this year spend £2.7 billion on over 50 million summer outfits that will get worn just once. This will include £700 million spent on 11 million items bought for holiday trips that will then never be worn again.


Few people consider the environmental impacts of buying and discarding cheap items of clothing. A t-shirt from Primark can cost as little as £2, so it is little wonder that they will be bought, worn a couple of times and then discarded. I admit that is an attitude that I have adopted in the past. Back in 2007, we went on holiday to Tobago, and I bought some cheap polo shirts. They cost £2.50 each and my thoughts were that I wouldn't be heartbroken if I never wore them again, say if they were ruined in the sea or discoloured by sun-tan lotion. As it happens, brought home and washed, there was nothing wrong with them and I still have them, and still wear them. Which is probably just as well when one considers what goes into the production of the average t-shirt.  The production of one cotton t-shirt requires 2,700 litres of water in growing sufficient cotton (about the amount one person drinks in nearly three years). A pair of jeans requires about 7,600 litres. By throwing out perfectly wearable clothes, we are not only bunging the country up with landfill, we are wasting precious resources such as the water that is required to produce them in the first place. The low cost of clothing might give us incredible choice at affordable prices, but it does nothing to instil in us a sense of value of what we are buying.



I recently read Marie Kondo's book, The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, from which I learned that I, like millions of other people, own too much 'stuff' and that includes clothes, so what I am about to say somewhat contradicts what I have just said about throwing stuff away,  especially clothes. Looking at the amount of clothing in my wardrobe, I know that there is plenty of stuff that I am unlikely to wear again. Like most people, I sometimes buy clothes to which I am attracted, but find that I have little occasion to wear, either because they do not really suit me, or there is little opportunity or justification. There is a school of thought that clothes one hasn't worn for a long time - usually a couple of years - are ripe to be disposed of. Kondo (pictured below) doesn't subscribe to that, preferring the idea that we should dispose of things that no longer give us joy. The problem with that is that it conflicts with the justification that most people have for keeping things, either the sentimental value attached to possessions, even if they will never be used again, or fear that as soon as they are thrown out, a need for them will be found.



There is a balance to be struck, whether it is in food or clothes that we buy. We should buy what we need, and value what we buy. Oscar Wilde said that a cynic is a man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing; whether it is cynicism or not, as a society we are increasingly losing sight of the value of things.

Thursday 5 September 2019

"And Here Is The Draw"


The FA Cup is probably the only sporting competition that has as much interest and mystique invested in its draw as it does in its matches themselves. The anticipation and excitement as the day of the draw approaches is palpable, and speculation about who players, managers, and supporters want to be drawn against puts all thoughts of league games, or any other competitions, to the back of everyone's minds. These days the draw becomes a TV spectacular once the competition reaches the First Round Proper (and where else other than in England would we deem a competition to have a 'proper' stage?)  Where possible this involves holding the draw in the bar of a non-League club that is still in the competition, with tenuous links that anyone at the club may have with a Premier League club drawn out for all they are worth, while young supporters wave tin-foil FA Cups around. It's all a bit of harmless hokum, but a million miles away from the gravitas that surrounded the FA Cup draw in days long gone past.


A draw made by ex-players like Ruud Gullit and Paul Ince, and overseen by someone such as Mark Chapman, is some way off, although the FA Cup will reach its third stage - the First Qualifying Round - this Saturday, when 232 teams will do battle; 344 teams have already been eliminated from the competition, and the cricket season hasn't even finished yet!

In these early stages of the competition, there is no glamour, nor pomp and circumstance to the draw. I don't know exactly how the Football Association administers it, but without the glamour of it being live on TV, it is quite possible that it is an unwelcome chore for some FA employee responsible for the competition's Preliminary and Qualifying Rounds, and who has other pressing concerns on the day. He (or she) will groan as their PC pops up a reminder "12.15pm, FA Cup draw, post online 1pm." They will then look around the office for a collaborator, and having found some unfortunate person whose eye they caught, will drag them off to a break-out area with a box containing three hundred and fifty odd-numbered pieces of paper representing the teams still in the competition. At the conclusion of the draw, there will inevitably be one team left over, which prompts a frantic search for the missing numbered piece of paper, which if not located, requires a process of elimination to determine which team will complete the final tie. That may not be the way it works, but the FA would endear themselves to me no end if there was a smidgeon of truth in this.



There was a time when the FA Cup draw took place religiously at one o'clock on Monday afternoon following the previous round's matches. In the days I'm talking about, all of the ties would have been played - if not settled - on Saturday afternoon, unlike today, when at least one tie will be outstanding when the draw is made. The BBC would announce that they were taking us over to FA Headquarters, then located at Lancaster Gate, saying "The first voice you will hear will be that of Ted Croker," whereupon he (Croker), the secretary of the FA, would announce, "Here is the draw for the Third Round of the Football Association Challenge Cup competition," and introduce two FA officials that no one outside the room from which the draw was being broadcast would ever have heard of, to make it. A rattle of the numbered balls in the velvet bag, and we were off, with football fans up and down the country, in offices and factories, listening intently to someone's transistor radio. Even for people with either little interest in football, or those who supported teams already knocked out of the cup, the draw on the radio - especially for the Third Round - was always a high spot of the football calendar.

Ted Croker

I know that times change and the FA Cup draw was always destined to move away from radio and on to television, but at least it still retains a degree of integrity, not least because the draw remains free of seedings.[1] The draws for the World Cup, and the Champions League, as well as having seedings, also have an excess of pomp and circumstance that makes them virtually unwatchable - except this year of course, when Eric Cantona brought an element of surrealism to the Champions League draw by (mis)quoting from King Lear. The only comparable performance to Cantona's is probably the time Rod Stewart assisted at the Scottish Cup draw having clearly been well refreshed beforehand.

Eric Cantona at the Champions League draw.

The Champions League format looks likely to change in future if the rumours are true. Instead of eight groups of four in the qualifying round, from which sixteen clubs will win through to the knock-out stages (the competition proper, if this were the FA Cup!), there is the very real possibility of four groups of eight. The upshot of this would be fourteen games for each team at the group stage, and a total of twenty-one matches needed to win the competition, as opposed to six, and thirteen respectively at present.

If this comes to pass, then the managers of English clubs playing in the competition will complain even more bitterly about congested fixture lists than they do now, and will place even less importance on the Carabao Cup and FA Cup than they do now. Chances are, they will be fielding entire sides lacking even a single first-team player in those competitions, or suggest that their clubs withdraw from them altogether. And four groups of eight might merely be the precursor to two groups of sixteen and an eventual European Super League, an idea that has been around for many years.

A well refreshed Rod Stewart at the Scottish Cup draw in 2017

It's probably fair to say that the BBC have managed to strike just about the right tone with the televised version of the FA Cup draw, with a nod to the gravitas of the draw when it was only on the wireless, and a dash of entertainment, but without the pomp and circumstance of the Champions League's effort. Mind you, if they want to hire Eric Cantona and Rod Stewart for a future draw, I'm sure it would do their viewing figures no harm at all.




[1] You may say that exempting teams from qualifying rounds and the fact that the Premier League sides don't enter until the Third Round proper is a form of seeding, but by my definition, the fact that in each round there is no filtering to prevent the supposedly two best sides left in the competition from being drawn against one another.

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