Monday 27 December 2010

The ice-man cometh . . .and all that

Power and the sources of power, and the people who wield it, fascinate me. Yet I find the Wikileaks saga, with its cool blonde condom-hating front man, Julian Assange,  an example of a rather spurious type of so-called power - in fact, there's something vaguely  comical about the whole thing.

The organisation is murky in the extreme, the cast of characters are, to put it mildly, unusual in their life styles and behaviour, and it is never obvious who is briefing who, lying or telling the truth, pushing a hidden agenda or simply fantasizing and making some of it up as they go along.  It's a beautifully complex story and God alone knows who and what is at the back of it because for the life of me I can't see anything that tells me who is funding it, and what the overall agenda is.

As Wikileakileaks.org says, Wikileaks' tagline is 'We open governments' yet the organisation itself is about as open as North Korea.

Assange's admirers seem to particularly love him because he's sticking one to the good old US of A.  Yeah, right.  He doesn't seem to like condoms either - though he says himself that women have been very generous to him.  Seems it's not just gentlemen who prefer blondes.

He has a certain star quality, he's photogenic - and, though I hate to use that cliched word, face to face he probably has charisma. My goodness, I'll be saying he's got the X-factor next. Time to move on and ask what he's actually done.

Amid all this fuss and uproar, what has Wikileaks really achieved?   As far as I can see, nothing has been leaked that  most people interested in current affairs didn't already know, or suspect.  So the Saudis have been urging the US to bomb the hell out of Iran?  Come on, is anyone really suprised that having Ahmadinejad as a near neighbour on the other side of the Persian Gulf makes the Saudis nervous?

Where did it all this begin? Maybe I'll take a look at the history of it in the New Year.

Saturday 25 December 2010

Ice Cold in Norfolk

And who colder than the Ice King himself,  judging from the photos and demeanour of the exotic Julian Assange?

 Assange walked free on 16 December - temporarily on bail and staying withVaughan Smith in Norfolk, at Ellingham Hall, Vaughan's 600 acre 10 bedroom Georgian mansion, pictured on L.


 Vaughan Smith is ex Grenadier Guards. Won the inter-Army shooting championships. Became independent cameraman and video journalist working in many of the major conflict zones.

He is also  is the founder of the Front Line Club, a media club in Norfolk Street, near Paddington Station. Picture and info below from the Frontline Club webset.


The Frontline Club opened its doors soon after the Frontline Television News agency closed down. Frontline TV was created over Christmas lunch in the midst of the chaos and confusion of the Romanian revolution. It went on to become a key player in the independent fringe of television newsgathering.


The Club quickly became a centre for a diverse group of people united by their passion for quality journalism and dedication to ensuring that stories that fade from headlines are kept in sharp focus. It exists to promote freedom of expression and support journalists, cameramen and photographers who risk their lives in the course of their work.

More to come but for now Christmas Day evening begins in earnest, and I have to dress for dinner (yes, my host and hostess expect that sort of thing, and why not) and get into the spirt of things.

Reactivating this blog and wishing you all a very Happy Winter Holiday.

Christmas Tree and Angels at Rockefeller Center.

Christmas Day 2010 and, after a year's absence, I am reactivating this blog.  2010 was a busy year, and I had a book to write - the book is approaching the finishing post, so I now have time to devote to keeping this blog going as well.

I'm Christmassing in New York, and flying back, hopefully, tomorrow. Due to weather, everyone else got away before me, so Christmas Day, though very civilised, has not been the one I planned.   With various aspects of work/life on my mind, I'm taking time out from my host and hostess's Christmas party to allow myself a short diversion to catch up on my favour subject - where does real power lie, and who has it? A short post may follow, to get the ball rolling, then it'll be time for dinner, and after Boxing Day all should be back to normal.