A lot of people are landing on my blog today, I suspect as a result of a piece which went out on Radio 4's PM at 5.50pm.
I have seen the report Dan Johnson was talking about and I am putting together a comprehensive update.
I would urge any disaffected Subpostmasters reading this to get in touch NOW. As far as I understand it, part of the process of mediation is that you will be required to sign a gagging order which stops you, under threat of being sued, from talking to anyone, especially journalists, about any settlement or agreement you make with the Post Office.
What I'm not clear on is whether the gagging order is signed before any settlement is agreed, or whether it's signed as part of the settlement. I can't imagine it's the former, but I did hear someone suggest it was.
Even assuming it's only signed on agreement of settlement, it's not ideal. You'll (hopefully) get some money back, but you won't be able to protest your innocence or tell the story of what happened to you to anyone, ever again.
I might have got this completely wrong, and there may be no gagging clause at all attached to the cases being mediated. People are being very guarded at the moment.
But whilst you are free to give me information about your situation now, it seems like there is a likelihood you won't once your case has been mediated. Which means there is a grave danger this story won't get properly told.
If your case isn't one of the ones up for mediation but you think you have a legitimate grievance, do get in touch anyway - I'd like to hear from you. I am also interested in hearing from anyone who has witnessed fraud or theft via Horizon's weaknesses.
Everything anyone tells me will be treated in the strictest confidence.
Follow me on twitter (@nickwallis), ask me to follow you and we can exchange details privately, or come and find me on facebook (facebook.com/nickjwallis).
Journalist, broadcaster and author of The Great Post Office Trial and Depp v Heard: the unreal story
Tuesday, 9 September 2014
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Car thieves and thugs: caught on camera - Wed 30 July
Episode 3 tx card. Cut out and keep. |
Here's a gallery of the delights awaiting you:
Now, come on, someone's bound to get hurt. |
Again, inadvisable. |
Airborne thermal imaging camera |
Argument with a lampost |
'Copter! |
Cuffs! |
Chips! |
Oh dear. |
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Monday, 28 July 2014
Top Ten Albums: Henry's Dream
You lookin' at me? |
Nick Cave is a cussed chap. There’s a film about him coming out next month which promises to be as close to its subject as Frank was to Chris Sievey, and all the better for it.
I think Henry’s Dream is Nick Cave’s best album. He, apparently, can’t stand it. Something to do with a falling out with the producer.
I was always wary of Nick Cave. There he was, at the JHQ Rheindahlen RAF record library, staring out at me from the cover of Your Funeral, My Trial and Kicking Against the Pricks, looking like he was perfectly willing to put a stack-heeled boot into my white, flabby belly for having the temerity to like, or perhaps, not like his music.
No, it said. Steer well clear. I did, until I read a review of Tender Prey, the album which supposedly announced his arrival as a major artist. Melody Maker, my bible, said it was beyond good, so I bought it. Then I bought his next album The Good Son, a blessed relief after the intensity of Tender Prey. Then came Henry’s Dream.
I wasn’t waiting on the release date of a new Nick Cave new album, but I knew something was due, and when I walked into the Andover Our Price to see a 12” single adorned with a live shot of that unmistakable mullet I was delighted. It was called I had a Dream, Joe. “I hope this is good”, I remember thinking, “I really hope this is good”.
It is. For any song to have the chance of becoming a classic, the music has to be right. Only when the setting is approaching brilliance do we start to pick apart the words, to see if the artist actually has anything to say. Terrible lyrics won’t necessarily limit the progress of a song, but good ones can help elevate it to a different level.
As a lyricist Nick Cave is in the same class as Shane MacGowan, Paul Simon and Alex Turner. He’s built a career mining a rich seam of violent, bible-belt gothic, and on this song everything comes together.
The title sets out the conceit - we are going to hear an interpretation of Mary’s first words to Joseph on waking from her dream of immaculate conception. The idea is arresting enough, but when filtered through Cave’s knack for disorientating horror, it becomes something new entirely. These are the opening lines:
I had a Dream, Joe - you were standing
In the middle of an open road.
I had a Dream, Joe - your hands were raised up to the sky
And your mouth was covered in foam.
I had a Dream, Joe - a shadowy Jesus,
He flitted from a-tree to tree.
I had a Dream, Joe - a society of whores
Stuck needles in an image of me.
I had a Dream, Joe - it was autumn-time
And thickly fell the leaves.
And in that Dream, Joe, a pimp in a seersucker suit
Sucked a toothpick, and pointed his finger at me!
Now, that’s the way to start a song. The open road, the mad raving, the unnerving presence of a witch-like Christ and the dramatic gesture at the climax all combine to paint a lurid scar across your imagination. Echoes of Martin Luther King in the phrasing, too. This is not your average pop record.
As soon as I could, I got my hands on the album.
The cover of Henry's Dream is a painting of an orange-red sky behind a billboard. The billboard features the album’s title and an image of Mr Cave in mid-West preacher get-up. He wears his thumbs on his lapels and a brooding expression.
The picture transports you to a fictionalised version of America's dustbowl. You are drifting into someone else’s mental landscape, looking up at a sign which can be read as as a statement of authority and a warning.
The journey begins with Papa Won’t Leave You Henry - sample lyric:
I entered through, the curtain hissed
Into the house with its blood-red bowels
Where wet-lipped women with greasy fists
Crawled the ceilings and the walls
and ends with Jack the Ripper - sample lyric:
I got a woman - she strikes me down with a fist of lead
I got a woman - she strikes me down with a fist of lead
We bed in a bucket of butcher's knives
I awake with a hatchet hanging over my head
I got a woman - she strikes me down with a fist of lead
We bed in a bucket of butcher's knives
I awake with a hatchet hanging over my head
Gone are the days of rainbows
Gone are the nights of swinging from the stars
For the sea will swallow up the mountains
And the sky will throw thunderbolts and sparks
Straight at you, but I'll come a-running
Straight to you, but I'll come a-running
One more time...
an outsider love story - The Loom of the Land - sample lyric:
It was the dirty end of winter
Along the loom of the land
And I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon hand
And the wind it bit bitter
For a boy of no means
With no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his jeans
the song of a self-pitying as yet un-caught murderer - When I First Came to Town - sample lyric:
Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me
Everywhere I go, they confound me
As though the blood on my hands is there
For every citizen, here to see
and the best drinking song ever - O Brother, My Cup is Empty - sample lyric:
I've been sliding down on rainbows
I've been swinging from the stars
Now this wretch in beggar's clothing
Bangs his cup across the bars
Look, this cup of mine is empty!
Seems I've misplaced my desires
Seems I'm sweeping up the ashes
Of all my former fires
So brother, be a brother
And fill this tiny cup of mine
And please, sir, make it whiskey
I have no head for wine
The only duff track is Christina the Astonishing, about a 12th Century saint, which is performed almost as plainsong.
The rest of the album is outstanding. It features an interchangeable cast of murderers, drunks and lowlifes - overlapping lyrical obsessions and imagery delivered with deranged passion. The Bad Seeds' sound around this time was described as an unholy racket. It is.
I cannot recommend this record highly enough. A shame the person who wrote it disagrees.
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Other top ten albums added so far:
The Waterboys - This is the Sea
Floodland - Sisters of Mercy
Duran Duran - Rio
The rationale for doing this.
Further rationale at the bottom of the This is the Sea entry.
Friday, 18 July 2014
Criminals Caught on Camera Series 2 is go
The first episode of the second series of Criminals: Caught on Camera went out last night. I'm thrilled to tell you it got a sizeable audience which has put the team (who've been working on it since the beginning of the year) in a very good mood.
If you missed it, it's up here on Demand 5, along with all the programmes from series one, which is nice.
If you'd rather just be put off ever buying a street vendor's hot dog ever again, have a watch of this:
If you'd just rather have a look at some screengrabs, fill your boots:
Favourite shot in the whole programme |
Good lens flare |
Bit post-watershed, this one |
Well, exactly. |
Friday night fun |
Very unwise (see right of picture) |
Finally I've been told series one has been sold to New Zealand, Sweden, Poland, and Finland among other countries. And in NZ we have the evidence they're actually broadcasting it...
World domination is, admittedly, some way off, but it's a start.
Thursday, 10 July 2014
Gangs and Guns: Caught on Camera - new series!
Hi there.
Just to let you know the first show of the second series of Criminals: Caught on Camera will go out for the first time on Channel 5 at 9pm this Thursday 17 July - less than a week's time.
It's called Gangs and Guns: Caught on Camera and it's a one-off, focusing on London. The remainder of the series is in the process of being made. It's coming together slowly but surely, and the stuff I've seen so far has been excellent.
I was very proud of the first series and the ratings it got. I'm confident we've got the mix right for the second series. Fingers crossed, you'll like it.
I'll try to get some publicity and screenshots up on this blog when they've been approved, but in the mean time I would be most grateful if you could tell your friends, set your PVRs or even sit down to watch live on Thursday 17 July at 9pm on Channel 5. I will be.
Thanks
Nick
Monday, 16 June 2014
That RVP goal
I was sitting here:
Tolworth station. Evening rush hour. |
I became aware of it on twitter. Various people were saying RVP's header was everything from “very good” to “stunning”.
A couple mentioned he’d scored from some distance out. I thought I had an idea of what it might look like.
By the time I got home it was 2-1 to Holland. By the time I got the kids down it was 4-1 to Holland. By the time Arjen Robben scored his second to make it 5-1, I was actually in front of the television, but had to wait until some time after the final whistle before I finally got to see that goal.
Good God. On first view it’s amazing. On repeated viewings it becomes clear this is one of the greatest World Cup goals of all time.
Barring something extraordinary, it will become the defining footballing image of Brazil 2014. To have the instinct, athleticism and technique to execute something like that…
(Yahoo Sports) |
First off, look at the run he makes after Blind hits the ball. A straight line 25 yard sprint which he covers in 3 seconds. Whilst doing this, he spots Casillas off his line.
BBC Sport |
Then, as the ball approaches, van Persie checks, opens up his body, and takes two positioning baby-steps, with most of his weight still moving laterally across the turf.
Now in the perfect position, van Persie jumps off the tips of his toes, meeting the ball (which is travelling away from him) before he fully leaves the ground.
BBC Sport |
RVP shapes his body to nail the upward trajectory and power. He creates sidespin with the angle off his forehead. The contact is perfect. The resultant swallow-dive as the ball loops into the top right hand corner of the Spanish net is a transcendent moment in sport.
BBC Sport |
Watching it from the aerial camera is eerie. For the briefest of moments, as the ball sails off his head, the small figure in the centre of shot appears to hang, defying gravity. Flying. Van Persie is three feet in the air, chest pushed forward, back bowed, eyes on the ball as it courses goalward. There is something about that moment which defies ordinary, mortal thinking.
This sort of thing doesn’t often happen in football, let alone to change the direction of a massively important game on the global stage against the world champions. But, on Friday, it did. And I will be boring my grandchildren about it.
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Friday, 13 June 2014
Getting rich quick
I got roped into an impromptu EuroMillions lottery syndicate today. I haven’t spent any money on the lottery in years. Jonathan Ross called it “The Stupid tax” on Radio 2 once.
But when required to stump up £1.25 for the good of the lottery’s shareholders, it seems I can be persuaded.
Having bought the ticket, one of our number led the fantasies in what we’d do with our money.
All I could think about was what a hassle it would be.
First you’d have all the publicity to cope with, and that would be a big disruption. It’s my daughter’s school fete on Saturday and my wife is doing a lot of the organising. I’m down to help out on the gate.
Then we’d have to think about moving house and all that palaver. You’d have to employ people to do stuff, and I’m sure my motivation to work would diminish, even though I’d try to pretend it hadn’t.
Unless your purpose in life is pursuit of money, suddenly becoming rich beyond avarice is likely to be an enormous administrative inconvenience.
On balance, I’d rather not win.
UPDATE: We didn't.
UPDATE: We didn't.
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