This letter is from the British Inland Revenue Department, reprinted in The Guardian


Dear Mr Addison,

I am writing to you to express our thanks for your more than prompt reply to our latest communication, and also to answer some of the points you raise.

I will address them, as ever, in order. Firstly, I must take issue with your description of our last communication as a “begging letter”. It might perhaps more properly be referred to as a “tax demand”. This is how we, at the Inland Revenue have always, for reasons of accuracy, traditionally referred to such documents.

Secondly, your frustration at our adding to the “endless stream of crapulent whining and panhandling vomited daily through the letterbox on to the doormat” has been noted. However, whilst I have naturally not seen the other letters to which you refer I would cautiously suggest that their being from “pauper councils, Lombardy pirate banking houses and puissant gas-mongerers” might indicate that your decision to “file them next to the toilet in case of emergencies is at best a little ill-advised.

In common with my own organisation, it is unlikely that the senders of these letters do see you as a “lackwit bumpkin” or, come to that, a “sodding charity”. More likely they see you as a citizen of Great Britain, with a responsibility to contribute to the upkeep of the nation as a whole.

Which brings me to my next point. Whilst there may be some spirit of truth in your assertion that the taxes you pay “go to shore up the canker-blighted, toppling folly that is the Public Services”, a moment’s rudimentary calculation ought to disabuse you of the notion that the government in any way expects you to “stump up for the whole damned party” yourself. The estimates you provide for the Chancellor’s disbursement of the funds levied by taxation, whilst colourful, are, in fairness, a little off the mark. Less than you seem to imagine is spent on “junkets for bunterish lickspittles” and “dancing whores” whilst far more than you have accounted for is allocated to, for example, “that box-ticking facade of a university system.”

A couple of technical points arising from direct queries:

1. The reason we don’t simply write “Muggins” on the envelope has to do with the vagaries of the postal system;

2. You can rest assured that “sucking the very marrows of those with nothing else to give” has never been considered as a practice because even if the Personal Allowance didn’t render it irrelevant, the sheer medical logistics involved would make it financially unviable.

I trust this has helped. In the meantime, whilst I would not in any way wish to influence your decision one way or the other, I ought to point out that even if you did choose to “give the whole foul jamboree up and go and live in India” you would still owe us the money.

Please forward it by Friday.

Yours Sincerely,

H J Lee
Customer Relations

A free haircut

I’m in the middle of tinkering with the latest and greatest version of Ubuntu, 8.10, codenamed “Intrepid Ibex”, but I’ve recently found time to start building a control panel for my long-term project Blaxhall.com. Now that’s enough for anybody, I hear you encourage, but oh no, I’ve also made a start on a website for my hairdresser at Number 25 in Woodbridge. Until recently I was in his debt after a rather slick free haircut, but I’ve made some inroads into redressing the balance.

I’m trying to make it look a little different to the usual centrally placed page, bold title, site-wide navigation etc, but I’ve failed. Still, it does have a sticky footer, and a few pleasing gradients, and at the moment it needs a helping hand to cajole Google to head back and have a look after the last web designer let the domain expire. Doh! So to that end, here’s a link!

Amarok, MySQL and NFS

I share my music directory across the network using NFS, and give read/write access which makes it easy to add music from any computer. The server with the collection also runs MySQL, and the version of Amarok running on the server makes use of the database server as its backend. The server also happens to be hooked up through a SoundBlaster to my aging but superb old Sony TA3650 amp, and I can export Amarok’s display to my laptop and control the hifi sound from there.

Sometimes though I just want to listen on the laptop, and I’ve found I can make use of the MySQL database on the server over the network, and it really does work very well. First I mounted the shared music directory in the same path as on the server - /media/music, and then simply edited the server’s /etc/mysql/my.cnf file to comment out bind-address line, allowing network connections. This does leave the MySQL server slightly less secure, but if users are set up properly this shouldn’t be an issue - in addition to the fact that the local network is firewalled. I have a user set up with access to amarok’s database from the local network, and I entered these details in the appropriate place in the player.

Amarok is a superb player, and the integration with MySQL makes it very fast as well. It really comes into its own with large music collections. It’s great to be able to plug into that functionality over the network and keep services to a minimum on my laptop.

Edit: It seems that a default feature of Amarok, Dynamic Collection, upsets the working of a shared database. I have turned it off in both the remote and local install of Amarok by editing the amarokrc file, which can be found in ~/.kde/share/config/. Add the line:

DynamicCollection=false

to the [Collection] section. More info at this Wiki page.

The DVLA are a filthy bunch of thieving bastards

As if it were not bad enough that my Audi engine failed forcing me to scrap my car, and I only got £85 for the poor old girl, the DVLA have fined me £40 for doing everything right. Worse, it’s just cost me an hour of my time and another £10 to those other thieves at BT simply to pay the bloody penalty.

I sent off the stupid V5 to say I’d scrapped my car, I sent off the tax for a refund, which I got, and I thought no more about it until I received a letter from Bastards Central telling me I was being penalised for not declaring my vehicle off the road. The fucking thing couldn’t be more off the road if it tried - it’s been split up into its component parts by now. The only way it’s ever going to be on the road again is as bits of other vehicles.

Apparently when you send off your V5 the DVLA send you a notification within 4 weeks telling you they received it. If you don’t have this Holy Grail of Vehicle Licensing the DVLA are apparently given full and exclusive rights to your arse. I appealed the penalty (you do this by filling in the back of it and sending it off, thereby  disposing of the only document with any sensible telephone numbers and ref. no) and heard not a thing. As the penalty rises to £80 if you don’t pay it promptly I telephoned the DVLA this morning to find out what was going on. I finally got through to a guy who gave me a number for the Officious and Snotty dept where the only thing they want to hear are credit card details.

After trying Option 2 on keypad “Press 2 if you want more infomation” and being immediately cut off, I hung on Option 1 “Payments” for 10 minutes being played music that wouldn’t have been out of place at the funeral of a thrash metal devotee, at my considerable expense until I finally got to speak to a human.

Apparently my appeal failed - how could it have succeeded? I mean, who in their right minds wouldn’t be expecting a fine after following exactly the same procedure that they’d followed for the WHOLE OF THEIR MOTORING CAREER? I did point out that one would have to be pretty unhinged to tax a vehicle, send the tax back for a refund 2 months later and continue using the poxy thing but my protestations fell on deaf ears - of course they did, they weren’t either a 16 digit credit card number or an expiry date.

Now I’m £50 lighter and so pissed off I’ve half a mind to write down my experience on my blog.

The Daily Mail meets Reddit

As a regular user of digg.com, a good source of tech news, I’ve been meaning to take a look at Reddit, a site that uses a similar “rating” system to calculate each news story’s popularity. It just so happens that I chose this morning to make my way over, and it seems that one way Reddit differs from digg is that on Reddit one is able to start a news item merely as a headline, a sort of “discuss this” comment. Today someone has posted the topic as:

“Before linking or voting up stories from The Daily Mail, be aware that it is a sensationalist, fear-mongering paper full of half-truths and outright lies.”

I think you’ll agree, a topic worthy of some discussion. If the original page URL is a permalink you can find it here. I had to pick out a few of the more amusing comments in the thread for posterity, so here they are:

This from user madaxe:

The daily mail is read exclusively by 50something housewives, who unfortunately more or less run the country by badgering their poor bastard banker/politician/high office husbands to death to act on crazy impulses put forth by the mail.

“Darling, I’m scared, the mail told me to be. Can’t you do something about it, or I’ll never sleep with you again, because I’ll be too scared.”

“Of course. I’ll shoot a Brazilian tomorrow.”

judgej2 thought:

The Sun is more interested in big boobs than spiteful stories, and it always taken with a pinch of salt, so it is mostly harmless.

The Express is a slighly more middle-class version of the Daily Mail.

countered by jhmitchell and nicely rounded off by dexterbip:

The Express is a slightly more rubbish version of the Daily Mail.

The Express was, until very recently, more or less the same as the Daily Mail, but with half the stories taken out and replaced with “OMGWTF, PRINCESS DIANA CONSPIRACY!”

Tickled me anyway.

Flatspin

After six months of rehearsing, set building, learning lines and generally pulling out hair, Fromus Players, Saxmundham’s am dram group of which I am a proud member, put on FlatSpin by Alan Ayckbourn. We had a packed house on Friday, a smaller but enthusiastic audience on Saturday, one of whom was my friend Natasha Newton who took some great photos.

We meet again on Wednesday to start deciding on the next production, can’t wait!

Some Labour MPs with the courage of their convictions:

Diane Abbott
Richard Burden
Katy Clark
Harry Cohen
Frank Cook
Jeremy Corbyn
Jim Cousins
Andrew Dismore
Frank Dobson
David Drew
Paul Farrelly
Mark Fisher
Paul Flynn
Neil Gerrard
Ian Gibson
Roger Godsiff
John Grogan
Dai Havard
Kate Hoey
Kelvin Hopkins
Glenda Jackson
Lynne Jones
Peter Kilfoyle
Andrew MacKinlay
Bob Marshall-Andrews
John McDonnell
Michael Meacher
Julie Morgan
Chris Mullin
Douglas Naysmith
Gordon Prentice
Linda Riordan
Alan Simpson
Emily Thornberry
David Winnick
Mike Wood

Shame on the rest of you.

Read Diane Abbott’s speech about the 42 days detention at the the Guardian website.

FirstClass. On 64 bit AMD64 Ubuntu.

For my OU course in Web Applications Development, I have to use a piece of software called FirstClass, from OpenText. Thankfully the nice people at OpenText have packaged up a version for Debian and Ubuntu, version 8.315-2 (one major release behind Windows admittedly, but perfectly usable). If you’re using a 32 bit version the install couldn’t be easier.

However, I switched to 64bit Linux some time ago now. After emailing OpenText to see if they will be compiling a 64 bit version and receiving a positive negative, I’ve discovered a quick and simple way to get it working without leaving a mess of libraries.

The only problem (at least on Ubuntu 8.04) seems to be the Qt libraries. Luckily FirstClass doesn’t just look in /usr/lib/ for these, it also has a nose around /usr/lib32 (a directory that appears automatically in Ubuntu 64 bit after installing Flash player, the only other 32bit app I use). If it isn’t there, simply:

sudo mkdir /usr/lib32

Next we need the .deb package for the 32bit libqtmt libraries. Head over to http://packages.ubuntu.com/hardy/i386/libqt3-mt/download and choose a mirror, saving the deb somewhere obvious, Desktop will do. Using Archive Manager instead of Gdebi package installer, crack open the deb and navigate through the data folder to the lib folder. Drag and drop the lib folder on your desktop (this should extract it) and issue:

sudo cp -R /home/$your_username/Desktop/lib/* /usr/lib32/

That’s it! FirstClass still bitches a little when you fire it up from the terminal, but seems to work flawlessly inspite of that. Pity it’s such an ugly resource hog, but you can’t have everything.

Mercy!

Wow, have you heard about Duffy? She’s 23, from Wales, and she’s gorgeous. But more than that, she has one of the most fantastic voices I’ve heard for yonks. Her debut album isn’t out until March, but if you have 3 and a half minutes take a listen to her song Mercy. As loud as you dare.

Happy New Year

It’s 21:05 here in the UK, and in much of the world it’s already next year. Here’s to an interesting and memorable 2008 - this time next year we’ll all have one less, so do something this coming year that you really want to. Then tell me what it was :)