Society

Suspend the treaty now

Any relationship, ‘special’ or otherwise, depends upon clarity, fairness and reciprocity. The US–UK extradition treaty signed in March 2003, ratified in this country the following year, boasts none of those features. As a consequence, three British businessmen — David Bermingham, Gary Mulgrew, and Giles Darby — face imminent extradition from this country to Texas over allegations that they committed a crime in Britain, while operating in Britain with a British employer. The ‘NatWest Three’ are accused by US investigators of swindling the bank out of £4.5 million via some devious trading of its stake in an Enron subsidiary — allegations they deny. The UK’s Serious Fraud Office has decided not

Hurrah for history

Forget the football, a bizarrely exotic touch of history reverberates around the World Cup final in Berlin’s Olympiastadion tomorrow evening. Listen to this: ‘Berlin was crowded with foreigners and the streets beflagged. Went for a walk down the Unter den Linden, an avenue of banners blowing in the breeze, and everywhere the radio booming achtung and giving the latest result….’ That was British Tory MP ‘Chips’ Channon’s diary entry for 5 August 1936, the fourth day of competition at the notorious Berlin Olympics 70 summers ago. Plushly refurbished certainly, but precise in outline and feature, the Olympiastadion is the very amphitheatre where Adolf Hitler — and Jesse Owens — strutted

Diary – 7 July 2006

Australian TV wants to make a documentary about me. Why would a black guy from inner-city Birmingham want to buy a farm in the West Country? The usual stuff follows — long interview, shots of me with my lovely Ruby Red cattle and shots with Chris, my farm manager. Then a hike north to where it all started — Small Heath, Birmingham. I hadn’t been back for 30 years and had never wanted to go. The poverty and misery of it left a scar on my soul, which meant I had avoided rekindling memories of it. But the producer is adamant: I have to visit the street where I grew

Diary of a Notting Hill Nobody – 7 July 2006

MondayI hate it when people start talking in acronyms. It always means trouble. The inquest into the Chiz and Bromley by-election is called ‘BBI’. The official line is we haven’t yet achieved full ‘brand penetration’ — or ‘BP’ — which, according to Jed, will only come when we get lift-off with our ‘Cameron Localisation Strategy’ or ‘CLS’. Nigel says this is nonsense. What we’re looking at is a ‘TFU’ (total you-know-what). After seeing little Bob Neill (‘our newest MP!’) at the away day, I’m inclined to agree. He’s almost invisible to the naked eye. When Poppy and I arrived he was talking to Alan Duncan, who was craning his neck

Should Putin host the G8?

By allowing Russia to stage the summit we have accepted her as one of us,  says Anne Applebaum. This G8 will give its tacit approval to the theft of private  assets, the destruction of the rule of law and the violation of human rights For sale, the advertisement might read: One very large Russian energy company. Estimated assets, including oil wells, reserves, refineries: $60 billion. Possible liabilities: four major international lawsuits, a part-time CEO who works full-time as President Vladimir Putin’s deputy chief of staff, and a certain — shall we say — lack of clarity about whether the company legally acquired most of those assets at all. I am

The philosophy of Superman

I must declare an interest: as a devotee of DC Comics’ Superman since early childhood, I am incontinently prepared in advance to enjoy every radio show, television series and film that features him. So before seeing this one, Superman Returns (which opens here on 14 July), I was ready to give it a good review, and I have not been disappointed. It’s a cracker. Christopher Reeve look-alike Brandon Routh does not have to act — his task is to be tall, to fill the famous suit well, and to keep still for the cameras when in flying pose, and he succeeds on all counts; so there are no problems there.

The price of protection in a lawless land

The village clubhouse at Nikolina Gora, a well-heeled dacha village just outside Moscow, is usually a delightfully sedate place. Local residents Mstislav Rostropovich and Sergei Prokofiev used to give recitals for their neighbours on the clubhouse terrace. On Sunday afternoons lesser musicians still keep up the tradition and the strains of Mozart drift through the pines. Hardly an appropriate venue, one would think, then, for a hostile takeover bid by corporate raiders — but at last month’s annual residents’ meeting tempers were running high as the village’s elected committee decided how to face just such a raid. Nikolina Gora’s troubles offer a nasty insight into the way business is done

Martin Vander Weyer

The NatWest Three case lacks common sense, proportion — and a victim

A head of steam is building up behind the campaign to halt the imminent extradition to the US of the NatWest Three, the trio who face trial (and two years in a tough Texas jail before trial) for an alleged $6 million ‘wire fraud’ against NatWest in connection with the sale of a joint venture between the bank and Enron. Attention has focused on the unequal extradition terms to which the Blair government agreed in its eagerness to be America’s best friend in the War on Terror, allowing US prosecutors to summon British suspects for trial without first having to present evidence against them. But what is really offensive is

Spectator Mini-Bar Offer | 5 July 2006

Organic wine is increasingly popular, in spite of the fact that few people know what the term actually means. The rules seem to be strict but variable, work differently from country to country, and are monitored by a bewildering number of autonomous organisations. Some of these allow a handful of additions, such as preservatives. But others ban certain physical processes, even if these don’t involve chemicals at all. If the word has any useful meaning, I suppose it’s something like: ‘made from vines to which almost nothing artificial has been added’, and for some people that is very important. Does it affect the taste of the wine? I’ve come to

Acrostic | 5 July 2006

In Competition No. 2450 you were invited to offer a poem, on any subject, in which the first letters of each line spell out MIDSUMMER NIGHT. It’s surprising how many people think that Midsummer’s Day is on 21 June. That is calendrically the longest day. The 24th, the feast day of St John the Baptist (and my birthday), is the true magical day of Shakespeare’s play; it is also, less happily, Quarter Day, when debts fall due and, as Keith Norman cheerfully tells me, along with Christmas the time of year when most suicides occur. The prizewinners, printed below, get £25 each, and the bonus fiver goes to Paul Griffin

Dear Mary… | 1 July 2006

Q. Parents of one of our son’s best friends at school are famous for their tightness. The father makes ‘funny money’ in the City, but they often invite people to their house in Devon, then suggest the guests take them out to restaurants as the mother ‘can’t face’ cooking. They are people my wife and I do not usually see outside of school functions but they recently prevailed upon us to put them up for membership of a certain exclusive club. Because of our sons’ friendship we did so. The desired result having been achieved, the couple rang to thank us and say, ‘We must take you out to dinner.’

Letters to the Editor | 1 July 2006

Prison doesn’t work From Peter J.M. WayneSir: That not one but two highly indignant letters to the editor (24 June) should have been occasioned by my humanitarian concerns about children in prison (Books, 17 June) is a sad and disturbing reflection of the cruel and punitive mood that dominates the whole stagnant debate about crime and punishment. Of course Mrs Jettubreck should expect to be able to walk the streets near her home unmolested. But merely to throw these troubled youngsters into jail — a temporary respite at best — at such a critical and impressionable age will only serve to heighten their sense of alienation.Yes, they need taking in

Mind your language | 1 July 2006

The play Abraham Lincoln was watching when he was shot was Our American Cousin. Its English author, Tom Taylor (1817–80), reached the height of his great popularity with The Ticket-of-Leave Man, staged two years earlier, in 1863. I noticed a belittling reference to it in Stevenson the other day, so I decided to read it. He’s right, it isn’t very good, though if you like ‘relevance’, it does deal with a criminal on probation. Taylor sprinkles his dialogue with slang. A neddy is a life-preserver or cudgel, and flimp is, in his usage, to steal. The Oxford English Dictionary quotes sources suggesting that flimping is robbery with violence, either with

Charles Moore

The Spectator’s Notes | 1 July 2006

A listener to the BBC on Tuesday might have concluded that the Palestinians were about to recognise the state of Israel. This was because, as I heard on the PM programme, it said so. But then it was over to Jeremy Bowen in Jerusalem. He spoke excitedly of ‘movement’ but explained that he had not seen the document in question and that it would not make any mention of the recognition of Israel. The point was that Hamas, or rather a part of Hamas, was talking of accepting a Palestinian state in the West Bank and Gaza and therefore, by implication, of recognising Israel in its pre-1967 borders. It is

At odds with England

The prediction racket is a sportswriting staple. When the World Cup kicked off three weekends ago this corner boldly blogged the prophecies for The Speccie’s website: that is, the England team would be home for the first week of Wimbledon; the Berlin final on 9 July would finish Argentina 2, Czech Republic 2 (the latter winning on penalties); and the likeliest lottery longshots to reach the semi-finals would be one of Switzerland, United States, Ivory Coast or Australia. Hey-nonny-no, you pays your money and you takes your choice. Just meaningless fun and, at about the same level, I suppose, as the barmy vote-catching gimmick which had grave tartan Chancellor Brown

Diary – 30 June 2006

I arrive in Las Vegas bleary-eyed and irritable, having been awake nearly 24 hours. I’m greeted by the familiar airport slot machines and garish show posters, but something is different. Then I realise it’s the slot machines: they’re functioning but they aren’t making any noise — no electronic jingles, no tinny fanfares. Is it possible they ‘mute’ the machines at night? A rare example of restraint in the 24/7 city. On the escalator a college-aged kid in front of me spies an advertisement for Celine Dion’s ‘A New Day’. ‘Oh God, that makes me want to go to Caesars so bad,’ he says. ‘I don’t like her that much,’ his

Diary of a Notting Hill Nobody – 30 June 2006

MONDAYMr Maude stormed out of his Still A Very Long Way To Go Sub-Group meeting this morning. Normally, he is the only one who enjoys these but Nigel says that JRI (as the ‘Jonathan Ross Inquest’ must be referred to round the office) is really pushing him to the edge. Confused: the briefing on Saturday was that Dave’s appearance on — well, on that TV show — had been a triumph. Mr Letwin said that, in his judgment, the interview had ‘exuded perhaps the most tempting, appealing and altogether succulent aroma of any Cameron televisual appearance to date’. (Mr Letwin talks about ‘aromas’ a lot these days: Poppy says he

We haven’t absorbed the lessons

Philip Bobbitt, the acclaimed author of ‘The Shield of Achilles’, says that the attacks were the work of an ultra-modern movement — closer to Mastercard than the IRA in structure. The worst is not inevitable: but it is distinctly possible With terror, the murderous act itself is always nihilistic; it is the reaction that gives the atrocity political meaning. The meaning of the London transport bombings is that a society accustomed to the predations of the IRA and, within living memory, the terror bombing of the second world war will not be easily shaken. This stoic reaction masks, however, several troubling, less reassuring reactions here in London and in the