Dear Mr Justice Eady,

Although I am not a conscientious blogger, nor do I blog except as a vent for my frustrations, I do have the right to anonymity.

By my very nature, I am anonymous. I have no requirement set upon me in any circumstance to carry my identity with me as long as I have money in my pocket. I have no distinguishing features that a stranger may be able to mention my name.

In cyberspace I am infinitely more anonymous. By the internet's very nature, it is an anonymous culture. Anonymity is a God-given right that no judge can take away.

I do not wish to know the names of anyone I deal with over the world wide web. I do not wish to know the faces of my elected representatives. I do not need to know the names of all the paedophiles living in my street.

Mr Justice Eady, your judgment is vile. From my point of view I will judge you to be unhealthy. You are misinformed and I will be scrutinising you in the public domain with my voice, not online. I will be saying, vocally, things against your decisions to people I meet - I will out myself!

Mr Justice Eady, if you meet me in the street and smile, wish me a good morning, I will invite you to lunch. I wish to say to you some things, and I need for you to respond.

Yours most sincerely,

William Nicholson
London

P.S. you can find me on facebook, twitter, flickr, on the street, and other places - I've forgotten where.

Southwark Council

...have got their priorities all wrong.

There's a fricking surprise.

Outside my house there is space to park my car which for the privilege I pay merrily through the nose for. The car parking space is to be replaced by motorbike parking space - 5 metres of it. One motorbike currently uses our road to park in.

Outside my house there is decent street lighting. The street light is being replace by a brighter, less-light-polluting one, 1 metre to the south.

Go bloody-well figure. I, and everyone else, pay way too much tax. If I was any less than a standard member of society then I could get out of this drain. There are charities to help underprivileged people, asylum seekers, refugees, the homeless, the redundant, the "mentally ill". Give my well-earned money to these people. Don't give it back to me to make my place look better you anti-democratic shites.

I can not tell you how every niggle that Southwark Council causes is turning into a maddening anger. Look at the relayed mess that is Walworth Road...

I hate the police sometimes

I've just been stopped (by a policeman) whilst in a life-threatening situation.

Crossing a road (in London), a police car (red - not white, so...) swerved round the corner in front of me from the road he was travelling on onto my road, stopped in front of me when I was half-way across (a dangerous place to stop), and wound down his window (while in charge of his motor-vehicle).

"There's a red light, that means you shouldn't cross." (Very aggressive-like.)

"But you didn't have your indicator showing." (Calm.)

"A red light means don't cross." (Really aggressive now.)

"But you need a licence to be on a road." (Not the correct response, but I had to fight the agression somehow.)

He sped off at huge speddedness.

When the hell wasn't I allowed by law to cross a road? Who do these fucks think they are? This was near New Scotland Yard incidentally, around which there are strange people with scary lethal weapons wandering. Why don't the police just fuck the hell off? They really are a load of self-fulfilling fucks under nobody's jurisdiction; certainly not the public's. This country is shite for me.

How long before I'm shot? Where is the resistance to this shite?

Political Compass

A happy little graph from Political Compass. On Flickr it's possible to search for images containing the word "Libertarian" or "Authoritarian" (Obviously). On both occasions the results come up with these graphs indicating a libertarian political view. Why is that? Governments all over the world are Olympicating towards authoritarianism, but Major General Public doesn't believe in it. Either that or they're too fucking embarrassed to tell anybody. Go figurine.

Murder is murder

The jury has been told not to call murder "murder".

Sir Michael Wright explained: "I'm not saying that nothing went wrong in a police operation which resulted in the killing of an innocent man. All interested persons agree that a verdict of unlawful killing could only be left to you if you could be sure that a specific officer had committed a very serious crime: murder or manslaughter."

Well surely an officer committed a very serious crime: murder. And why can't a verdict be left to the decent impartial people of this country? You've got a fucking jury, so trust them for what they've been employed to do by their constitutional right.

Obviously murder is now OK if you work for the police or the Home Office. The Home Office's adverts clearly state this with their targeting symbolism of the poor people who've been fucked by the system.

Harriet Harman

'I will do everything I can to protect the rights of Back Benchers to hold the Government to account, to ensure proper and timely scrutiny of legislation, and to enable the House to hold the most open, effective and best informed democratic debates in the world'

Oh.

Vaughan Williams and Richard Hickox

Cow Pats.

Richard Hickox is a genius. He can produce music so beautiful in its character with such great direction and pace. His tiny fists batter away gently with great concentration; his mouth flapping open in the breeze, emanating various noises of a passion-like quality to draw out the important corners. Sometimes the swishes and swirls of the baton take his narrow arms down his spine and back around the front to the beginning of the next crotchet. He doesn't lose himself in the music: he maintains a healthy equidistance from orchestra, sound, and score, placing himself in the correct location for whoever demands his attention. But he will be remembered as the genius who, in the 21st century, brought home Vaughan Williams, the man whose fields and rosy lanes now have more guts and blood, regret and bullets than we ever believed.

Richard Hickox was the organist who became a musician with a mission.

The music of Ralph Vaughan Williams, however, is certainly not an up-to-snuff brand of music. Folksy minor thirds, major seconds, and perfect fourths, consecutive root-position chords, changes of tonality at each barline, the inability to create a fulfilling climax; none of these create music. The third Symphony (Pastoral) from 1921 is a pure example of this utter pointlessness of an abstract music that cannot stand up in an abstract space, concert hall, and concert programme. It has a singular lack of adventurous momentum that a symphony with its inspiration should have commanded: it is a requiem for the dead in the mass grave of the First World War, and with this in mind the person next to me fell asleep preferring the comfort of my shoulder. I reckon Vaughan Williams was paid by the violin solo or off-stage effect.

The third movement is the highlight which shows Vaughan Williams for what he should have been the rest of the time, with the sense of space, time, and structure that good music deserves. This said, there is a spirit, sentimental or otherwise, that pervades the music in a remarkably recognisable fashion, and individuality is one of the most important characteristics of a person's art.

I'm not at liberty to comment on Dona nobis pacem which was dramatic, or even the fourth symphony, 'cause I didn't stay for that one! Next time, eh?