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Friday 21 January 2011

Thanet- Advantages and Disadvantages.

The Isle of Thanet, situated in North East Kent, was once the 'place to be', and a popular tourist resort for many. Spearheaded by the town of Margate, people from across the country used to make their way to the friendly, charming South East of the country. Not only was it blessed with terrific scenery and marvellous beaches, but there were also numerous entertainment facilities available including the theme park Dreamland, an outdoor swimming pool, historic museums and a popular greyhound racing track. Over the years, the district has attracted influential figures who were lured by the beauty of the area including Queen Victoria who spent many summers in Broadstairs as a child, famous artists Vincent Van Gogh and Joseph Turner who lived in Ramsgate and Margate respectively, as well as groundbreaking philosophers Karl Marx and Freidrich Engels. Oh, and it would be impossible for me not to mention the fact that British Prime Minister Edward Heath was a pupil at my school, Chatham House Grammar in Ramsgate.

However, starting with the invasion of the Mods and Rockers in the 1960's, together with the rise of unemployment and poverty, and the destruction of the entertainment facilities,  Thanet has taken part in a steady decline, and whilst the beaches and scenery still remain, there is a feeling of despair and deprivation attached to the towns in the district. Statistics demonstrate this grim appraisal:
  • In a study of resilience to economic downturns, Thanet was poorly rated at 295th out of 324 districts.
  • Unemployment levels are nearly twice the South East of England as a whole.
  • Health is worse in Thanet than in England on average.
  • Life expectancy is lower than for England.
  • Teenage pregnancies are high compared to the England average.
  • Significantly higher than average rate of mental health problems.
 Nevertheless, despite this, I've always had an affinity to Thanet and can become rather defensive when it is lambasted by sneering criticism. Whilst there are obvious negatives to the area, it would be churlish to ignore the positives that come from living and visiting the towns and villages across the Isle. Let's get the bad news out the way first, shall we?

Disadvantages of Thanet:
  • Job Prospects and employment- Unfortunately Thanet does not offer many opportunities in the job market. Of course there is work available; however the variety is severely limited. As aforementioned, the statistics revealing unemployment rates do not make pretty reading.
  • Nightlife- Despite the presence of a large younger generation, the district does not contain any night 'hotspots'. The nearest things to nightclubs are 'The Dolphin' (Broadstairs) and 'The Sovereign' (Ramsgate), but these, whilst being popular, are nothing more than Pubs. Arguably there are two clubs in the region, 'Club Caprice' and 'Escape', however the former is not an enticing proposition in the slightest (could be funny, though) and the latter is now only open for specially booked events. The commute to Canterbury has now become a welcome antidote and regular occurrence for many Thanetians.
  • Feeling of depravity- When walking around the towns across the Isle, it must be acknowledged that there is a general feeling of despair and desperation. Maybe this is linked to the numerous ugly buildings as encapsulated by terrible eyesore 'Arlington House' in Margate. Who in their right mind commissioned for such a horrific building to be constructed? It looks like something out of George Orwell's '1984' dystopian novel. Margate and Ramsgate, in particular, often seem rather run down with this being demonstrated by the hordes of people that frequent outside the Job Centre's in the towns.
  • Margate and Ramsgate High Streets- Leading on from this, it would be foolish to ignore the poor quality of the High Streets in Thanet's biggest towns. Both are fairly dreary and can resemble a ghost town, due to the numerous shops that have closed down in recent years.
  • Westwood Cross- A rather controversial choice due to the number of jobs it has created and the way it has expanded commercial interests across the Isle. Nevertheless, the shopping centre, in between Margate and Ramsgate, has directly led to the demise of both these towns. Once it was a necessity for people to do their shopping in a town, but this has been replaced by the arduous trek to Westwood. Unlike all the towns and villages in Thanet, Westwood severely lacks any charm or character, and instead resembles a soulless, characterless and materialistic wasteland.
  • Declining number of events and 'things to do'- Largely due to the incompetence of the Thanet Council, there is now a dearth of events and enjoyable facilities available to the population. No longer is there an outdoor swimming pool complex, a greyhound racing track, a theme park, a nightclub, a hovercraft from Ramsgate to Belgium, a motor museum, or a powerboat weekend. The list really could go on forever. However, instead of concentrating on rejuvenating and investing in the area, an implausible decision was made to spend SEVEN Million Pounds (probably more) on The Turner Centre- a soon to be Art Gallery. Ludicrous.
  • Cliftonville- Once regarded as the 'posh side' of Margate, Cliftonville, despite having some lovely houses and architecture, has been transformed completely. Partly due to the influx of thousands of refugees from Kosovo and Albania, and disregard by the government, the place has no resemblance to the attractive town it once was. A great shame.
  • Live Music, Comedy and Sport- Well, I may be being a bit picky here, but it seems incredibly difficult to attract top Music Artists and Comedians to Thanet. This sort of entertainment would be a very attractive proposition for the population, and would stop the moan that there is 'nothing to do'. Oh, and finally, wouldn't it be nice if we had a decent Sports team to support?
Advantages of Thanet:
  • History- There is no doubting the tremendous History of the Isle. This is illustrated in the following link: http://www.visitthanet.co.uk/history.asp?p1=m&p2=history
  • Beaches- As has been allured to previously; Thanet really does have some of the most beautiful, sought after beaches in the country and a decent(ish) climate to match. A lot of people spend copious amounts of money to visit the seaside, yet the beauty of the North Kent Coast is situated right on Thanet's residents’ doors. Indeed, mainly due to the illustrious coastline, Thanet and surrounding areas has been named in among the dozen most desirable destinations in the world for 2011.  Here are a few examples of the magnificent beaches:

  • Proximity to France- A definite benefit of living in Thanet is the closeness of France. Travelling by ferry from Dover, just outside the Isle, to Calais takes only an hour and a quarter, and can sometimes cost as little as a pound for a foot passenger. Modelling itself as the 'gateway to Europe', Ramsgate has begun offering journeys to Ostend, Belgium, via the North Sea. Furthermore, for those preferring a direct route to Paris in the shape of the Eurostar, it only takes half an hour driving to get to Ashford International.
  • High speed rail: Combined with this is one of the most exciting developments in recent years; the launch of the High Speed Rail service between Ramsgate and London, where it now only takes 84 minutes to travel. Not only does this make visiting Thanet a more feasible option, but it also allows those working in London the opportunity to live in the Isle and commute to their daily jobs.
  • Kent International Airport, Manston- That's right, Thanet has its own international airport!  Expansion in recent years has ensured that the country's longest runway now offers flights to other countries for keen travellers, as well as maintaining its cargo links.  For those interested, this year the airport is offering flights to Madeira, Greece, Croatia, Scotland, Spain, Italy and Portugal. As interest gradually increases, the variety of destinations are also likely to expand. Despite the recent absence of the military, there is still an RAF Manston History Museum on site, as is the Spitfire and Hurricane memorial for aviation fans.
  • Canterbury- One of England's most beautiful and traditional cities is only a short drive or train journey (roughly 15-20 minutes) from Thanet. Containing a historic Cathedral, a city wall, the ruins of St Augustine’s Abbey, a Norman Castle, the oldest school in England, The Marlowe Theatre, two Universities, and The St Lawrence Ground, home to Kent Country Cricket Club, living in or visiting Thanet makes a day trip to Canterbury an essential requirement.
  • Broadstairs Folk Week- One of the major highlights of the year is always Broadstairs Folk Week; a popular summer festival which constantly manages to bring the community together. Featuring some of the biggest Folk artists and bands in the country, activities for the young and old, and impulsive street parities, Folk Week is something worth anticipating and definitely frequenting.
  • Theatres- Margate has in its ranks the second oldest theatre in the country, The Theatre Royal, and the smallest one, the appropriately named 'Tom Thumb'. Both are wonderfully designed, archaic throwbacks to a former world.
  • Broadstairs- Talking of former worlds, entering Broadstairs is similar to being transported into the Victorian age. With lots of independent shops, carefully constructed buildings, and streets, Broadstairs is the most idyllic of Thanet towns.
  • Sunsets- Britain’s greatest artist, Joseph Turner, used to go to Margate to capture the magnificent sunset, and if it’s good enough for him, it’s good enough for everyone. There aren’t many better sights than watching the sun set in North Thanet above the sea on a glorious summer’s day.
  • Schools and education- Grammar schools still remain strong in Thanet, despite the governments increasing insistence to abolish them. The merger of Chatham House (all boys) and Clarendon House (all girls) in Ramsgate has certainly been a controversial one, but the higher tier education system in the region remains strong. The High Schools/Comprehensives are also improving, as has been encapsulated by the steady rise and improvement of the Marlowe Academy, once regarded as the worst school in the country.
  • Margate Old Town- The high street may leave a lot to be desired, but the Old Town of Margate is a charming area. It comes alive in the summer with live music acts, and fun fairs.
So there we have it, a lengthy appraisal of the advantages and disadvantages of living in or visiting Thanet. Of course there are things that I’ve missed out, and if anyone feels that there have been any major admissions, I’ll be sure to include them. Rather than listening to the media, the only way to get a true understanding of a place is to visit it, and I would definitely encourage you to do so.
Thanks for reading.

Friday 14 January 2011

Junk Mail.

Ah yes, that everyday nuisance which crops up into our email account. Despite enabling filters against the pesky fraudsters, desperate sellers and random freaks,  it still remains impossible to fully banish junk mail from our lives. As a result, instead of battling the hardened enemy, it would appear wiser and more appropriate to embrace and accept its endearing flaws.

Perhaps the best way to do this is by acknowledging the humour and hilarity that comes with junk mail. Take a chance to have a peek at your emails, and you'll begin to understand what angle I'm coming from. It may range from those concerned about their weight being bombarded with numerous emails from Diet companies entitled 'LOSE WEIGHT QUICK', to students being given advice on ways to manage debts. Unfortunately the antidotes provided by the emails often seem to involve the exchanging of bank account details. In order to maintain the vast levels of junk mail that is sent to us, the companies/people/criminals involved must be financially profiting. But then again, anyone silly enough to believe these obvious false promises deserves to be fleeced.

The funniest emails are those which have absolutely no relevance to our lives.This regularly happened to me when I was constantly sent information regarding offers of being a driving instructor. Needless to say, I had just failed my driving test and had no aspirations whatsoever of pursuing this profession. A classic story comes from females who receive information relating to the cure of 'erectile dysfunction problems'. Not an issue that women could (in the majority of cases) ever personally relate to. Although, I guess they could be the cause of it.

The most creative, well thought out and inevitably poorly spelt emails come from people posing as rich foreign tycoons. They offer us enviable economic rewards in exchange for rescuing them from a difficult situation. The emails are personally written, and can almost be believable. After all, wouldn't it make sense to agree to their demands and to help out by giving them a thousand pounds in return for a five thousand pound profit? Surely, it is a guarantee of making a helluva lot of money. How could we not trust someone who addresses us by our first name, is polite and offers us a massive financial outlay?

There's only one way to find out. Let me go and get my chequebook...

Wednesday 12 January 2011

Regina Spektor- Live in London.

The Russian born American anti-folk singer-songwriter and pianist Regina Spektor has provided her ever expanding audience with a double disc CD and DVD from her performance at the Hammersmith Apollo, London. Listening to the CD and watching the DVD, one is able to grasp Spektor’s monumental ability to galvanise her fervent crowd with powerful vocals, meaningful, witty lyrics and dark yet enthralling piano playing. Despite appearing to have a rather awkward and uncomfortable stage presence, the deafening cheers between each of her songs signals the appreciation and gratitude of the English public towards the charmingly, endearing singer.

Spektor appropriately begins proceedings with the popular, upbeat ‘On the radio’ where she seems to provide a breathless narrative on youth, life and love. To fit such broad subjects areas into a three minute dialogue might be difficult for some singers, but not for this talented artist who successfully manages to encapsulate the listener. Next up is the strangely named ‘EET’ where Spektor comments on the difficulties involved when losing and disconnecting from something which was once special. This is demonstrated by the despair that comes with the incredulity of ‘forgetting the words to your favourite song’.

As the performance smoothly progresses, Spektor comes into her own with the authoritative ‘Apres Moi’ where she tells the entrapped audience to ‘be afraid of the lame, the old and the cold’, before singing in her native Russian. Now, Spektor’s lyrics can be difficult to decipher at the best of times, but it proves almost impossible to understand verses which are quoted from a Boris Pasternak (the chap who wrote Dr Zhivago, for those interested) poem.

Leaving aside my grasp of Russian linguistics, Spektor successfully throws aside her sweet exterior and singing voice with ‘Bobbing for Apples’. To a rapturous response from her surprised audience, Spektor declares how she’s ‘dating Jack Daniels’ before emphatically, and almost proudly, asserting that ‘someone next to is f***ing to one of MY songs’.

As the gig reaches its climax, Spektor plays the atmospheric, universally popular ‘Us’ to a delighted crowd. The song builds up beautifully, just as the performance itself, and finishes with the Soviet born artist repeatedly singing ‘it’s contagious’. It certainly seems that Spektor’s complex song writing, enchanting singing, and masterful instrument playing are contagious for her engrossed listeners. 



Tuesday 11 January 2011

Andrey Arshavin, the enigma.

After receiving constant criticism throughout this 2010/2011 season by pundits, the media, and most consistently by the Arsenal fans (culminating in the disgraceful booing he endured in the Leeds game at the weekend), I feel it's time to launch a passionate, well needed defence of North London's favourite Russian meerkat, Andrey Arshavin.

As a consequence of being addicted to Football Manager, I was already familiar with Arshavin's ability, and whilst the game does not replicate reality fully, it gives a vague indication, at least. However, it was watching Zenit St Petersburg’s march to the UEFA Cup (now Europa League) Final in 2008 when I really started paying attention to the mercurial playmaker. Combining pace, intricacy, intelligence, tenacity and a flawless technique, it became clear that Arshavin had developed into one of the continents most sought after players. Indeed, this was cemented with his performances in the Euro 2008 Championships Finals, and in particular the way in which he embarrassed a strong Dutch side.

Once the tournament had finished and Arshavin had been duly named in the Team of the Tournament, the interest from some of Europe's top clubs became official. This was represented by bids from Barcelona and Tottenham being rejected by Zenit on the grounds that they did not match their 22 million pounds estimation. Zenit's refusal to sell Arshavin ensured that the Russian captain would remain in his native homeland until the January Transfer Window reopened in 2009. To my and many Arsenal supporters' joy, the club decided to pursue the player, and memorably confirmed the deal in the snow twenty four hours after the transfer deadline had passed. Incredibly, Arsenal had managed to buy the sixth best player in the world for thirteen to fifteen million pounds (the fee remains undisclosed), a fraction of his market value.

Surprisingly, Arshavin adapted to the English game immediately, and his first half season at the club was an instant success, as aptly demonstrated by his unforgettable four goals against Liverpool at Anfield. He seemed on course to be a universally popular figure at the club, not just for his masterful football playing ability, but also for his boyish charm and hilarious website. Arshavin answers questions from fans in an honest, blunt way, and this is most emphatically portrayed by the way in which he told a young teenage female fan to 'listen to her father' after she had sought Arshavin's advice about her dad not letting her play football purely due to the fact that she was a girl.

Fast forward two years, and the little Russian maestro has somehow infuriated the majority of Arsenal fans, with their criticism centering on his careless possession of the ball, combined with his refusal to 'work hard' and 'track back' for the team. The growing vitriol against Arshavin has prompted the Arsenal Manager, Arsene Wenger, to plea for patience and to remind everyone that he is a 'risk player', and that sometimes these risks do not come off. It would be fair to say that the player is not playing his best, but the booing by the fans and their constant criticism of him is despicable. For someone who has supposedly been off form throughout the season, Arshavin has still managed seven goals (joint fourth in the squad behind Nasri, Chamakh and Walcott), and contributed thirteen assists (the second most in the Premier League, and the most in the Arsenal side). So much for not working for the team, eh?

Of course it can be argued that statistics do not tell the whole story, but they certainly underline his importance to the side. One thing that these statistics do not show are the numerous opportunities that Arshavin sets up for players, and the number of times that he gets into goal scoring situations and is often denied by the excellence of opposing Goalkeepers.

Why Arshavin has been singled out for so much criticism recently remains a mystery. Could it be that the sometimes fickle Arsenal fans are looking for a scapegoat, someone to blame when the desired result goes the other way? Or is it down to a more legitimate reason, such as attempting to pinpoint why the player has not found his true, mesmerising form this season? Maybe the emergence of Samir Nasri as a clinical, influencer of games has meant that the statistical significance of his colleague has paled in comparison with the Frenchman's goal scoring exploits. Despite the fact that Arshavin has failed to live up to his very high expectations so far this season, there is no doubting his effectiveness, efficiency, and fundamental importance to Arsenal.

Once Arshavin does finally recapture his terrific form of previous seasons, then he is going to be a truly frightening proposition for other team. As the age old clique goes, form is temporary, class is permanent, and it is only a matter of time before the Russian rediscovers the love of the fans.
Could Arshavin's redemption come against Barcelona in the Champions League next month? Let's hope so.

Friday 7 January 2011

Live @ The Pavilion Comedy Night, Westgate-On-Sea, Kent

Thursday 6th January 2011 saw the official launch of the inaugural 'Live @ The Pavilion' comedy night in Westgate On Sea, Thanet. Situated beside the award winning West Bay Beach, The Pavilion is a charming venue seating a four hundred plus capacity. What with the dearth of comedy venues across Thanet, The Pavilion's New Owner Lee Williams and Comedy Promoter and Host Steve Bradshaw have taken it upon themselves to create, spread and galvanise laughter across the Isle.

A mixture of local and national Amateur talent greeted a strong, raucous crowd who were in the mood to be entertained. Thankfully, the various comedians lived up to expectations, and the majority managed to successfully create an ambient atmosphere befitting the occasion.

The high ability of the performers was most epitomised by two local, young, aspiring comedians; Matt Day and Matthew Mckew. Day brought with him a twenty plus strong partisan crowd, and they howled in approval at his risqué anecdotes and political incorrectness. Despite being an incredibly difficult act to follow, Mckew managed to assert his authority upon the audience with intelligent stories and witty punchlines. His act was emphatically concluded by a joke commentating on the issue of spiking someone's drink and the problems that can occur when it crosses with a woman's menstrual cycle and an apparent pint of snakebite (lager, cider and blackcurrant). The less thought about, the better.

Throughout the evening, Bradshaw managed to effectively maintain the crowd's enthusiasm between the various acts by telling thoughtful jokes whilst simultaneously orchestrating a positive response towards the comedians. Perhaps what was most interesting about the evening was the differences in performance by the respective comedians. This was exemplified by the contrast between one liner Johnny Armstong ('bought the cat some Cream today; she's a massive Eric Clapton fan') to the racy and equally enthralling Nick Walder.

It was incredibly encouraging to be in the presence of genuine, developing comedic talent in Thanet, and full credit must go to The Pavilion for organising such a successful evening. Every first Thursday of the month will now be dedicated towards comedy at the venue, and one can only urge you to frequent it at some point in the near future in order to consistently appreciate the likes of Matthew Mckew and Matt Day.

NB: Article is rather bland due to the fact that it's written for the local newspapers and I've had to keep out a lot of controversial points. Seeing as Matthew Mckew is my friend, I've attempted to give the little penguin some publicity.

Wednesday 5 January 2011

Edwyn Collins- Losing Sleep. Album Review

After suffering two strokes in 2005, as well as a case of MRSA, Edwyn Collins cements his return to the music industry by creating a successful seventh solo album. His popularity and influence upon today’s artists, after all, his band Orange Juice are considered to be one of the founding father’s of ‘Indie’, is demonstrated by their willingness to collaborate with him. The LP features support from The Cribs, Franz Ferdinand, Johnny Marr and Ian Curtis’ apparent impersonator (to any of those who have been unfortunate enough to see them live); Jonathan Pierce from The Drums.

Unsurprisingly, the record features a deep exploration into the emotional impact of his illness, as exemplified in the title track when Collins appears to brush aside his ‘losing sleep and losing dignity’, by vowing to ‘retrieve the things that I know’. Indeed, this theme is masterfully continued when Collins and Ryan Jarman of The Cribs, as many of us have done on numerous occasions, question their role in life in the simple, yet effective ‘What Is My Role?’. Alex Kapranos, of Franz Ferdinand, impacts upon the record by inviting Collins to reach out to the music world, and indeed his inner self, to effectively encourage him to realise that he can ‘do it again'. This defiant theme continues with the upbeat ‘Come Tomorrow, Come Today’, in which Collins convincingly and, with a manner of authority, asserts that there will be ‘no more tears’.

The Edinburgh born musician demonstrates that an ‘old dog’ can be ‘taught new tricks’ by showing his openness to musical variety in ‘In Your Eyes’, where the musical background very much reflects the increasingly popular lo fi, new wave pop  sound that has recently gripped the music scene. The final two songs of the album allow Collins to slow the tempo of the record down remarkably with the singer philosophically crooning that ‘we’ll get there in the end;’ a thoughtful conclusion to a very thoughtful album.

Despite the influence of different artists, it is clear that each song is led by Collins, and that his vibrant sound remains imprinted upon the record.

Upon completing the album, it is possible that the Scottish singer has figured out his role in life; and that is to create likeable, intelligent guitar pop music to a universal audience who have always appreciated his creative talents.

Rating: 4/5.

Tuesday 4 January 2011

Darts- BDO Versus PDC.

For a sport (no arguments here, please), as small as Darts, it seems somewhat surprising that there are two separate organisations representing the game. As a youngster slowing becoming encapsulated by the nerveless accuracy of these beer guzzling athletes I could never understand how there were two World Championships occurring at the same time, on the BBC and Sky Sports respectively.
With further research into the subject I discovered how the Professional Darts Corporation had formed after breaking away from the British Darts Organisation in 1992. Sixteen Professional players, all past winners of the BDO World Championship felt that the BBC were not doing enough to televise and to promote the sport. As a result, they joined forces with the ever growing Sky Sports in a effort to further market the game and bring it to a wider audience.
Since those early steps, Darts has exceeded its heady popularity of the 1980's and has become one of England's most well attended sporting events. This was confirmed by the presence of Prince Harry at the recent 2011 PDC Semi Finals. Whether His Majesty has a genuine interest in the sport, or is just there to do what he does best and have a good old knees up, remains disputable. Nevertheless, there is no disputing the growing popularity of 'Arrows', and its impact upon the Great (in it's name alone) British public.
However, there still remains a barrier obstructing the expansion of Darts, and that is the division between the traditional BDO and it's more extrovert rival, the PDC. In fact, only one event per annum incorporates players from both Federations,  The Grand Slam of Darts, with coverage being shown on that Graveyard channel, ITV4. For those interested, and I assume (/hope) you are, the tournament has been won by Phil 'The Power' Taylor of the PDC on three occasions, yet rather surprisingly in 2010 by Scott Waites of the BDO.
Whilst it is fair to comment that the barrier preventing the coalition of the BDO and the PDC remains pretty much invincible and shows no signs of weakening, it appears necessary to outline the differences between the two organisations.

Standard of Darts
  • It is recognised that the overall standard of Darts is stronger in the PDC than the BDO. Statistic often outline how the strongest players in the PDC achieve around 97/98 for their 'three dart averages', whilst the BDO representatives gain an average of 94/95. However, defenders of the BDO underline how the trebles of the PDC dartboards are bigger, and thus easier to hit, making it more likely for them to achieve a greater average. Maybe these averages should not be considered too important, as Bobby George, the great sporting pantheon, underlines how 'trebles are for show and doubles are for doe'.
  • Rating: PDC 8- 6.5 BDO.
Players
  • With initial viewing, it seems that the PDC possesses far greater talent amongst its ranks. This is demonstrated by the presence of Phil Taylor, 15 time World Champion (twice BDO, the rest PDC), Raymond Van Barneveld, five time World Champion (four times BDO, once PDC), and an array of up and coming stars'. Adrian Lewis' recent triumph, and magnificent 9 dart finish, in the final of the PDC over the much heralded Gary Anderson shows the depth of Barry Hearn's organisation.
  • Nevertheless, it is important to remember that Lewis has become the first winner of the PDC World Championship without winning the BDO crown previously. The greater financial incentives offered by the PDC ensures that the best BDO players are often lured away, and it would be churlish to not give credit to the BDO for developing such talented players. Indeed, the recent triumph of the BDO's (although soon to be PDC) Scott Waites at the Grand Slam of Darts emphasises the strength of the BDO. Interestingly, Gary Anderson had never reached a BDO World final in all his years playing in the tournament, and 2008 finalist Kirk Shepherd could only average a dismal 85.10 in the final against John Part. Shepherd, one of our local heroes from Ramsgate, thought it was a good idea to drink a bottle of vodka before going on stage. He got trounced.
  • Rating: PDC 8.5- 7.5 BDO.
Popularity
  • There is no doubting that the PDC markets the game far better than the BDO, as shown by the Premier League Darts roadshow, and other various Grand Prix events. In all truth, Sky puts the BBC to shame in this department, and it is the BBC's reluctance to invest in the game which is stemming the growth of the BDO. It's quite infuriating to be watching the World Championship's (one of only two tournament's a year shown on the BBC) on BBC 1 or 2 before being told to go over to the wretched red button. However, what with Sky Sports being subscription based, and very expensively I may add, the BBC achieves far greater viewing figures. For example, the BBC's highest rating for a World Championship final stands at over 4 million, whilst Sky's just goes over the one million mark.
  • Rating: PDC 7- 6 BDO
Atmosphere
  • Tying in with popularity is the atmosphere of the crowd attending the events of the two organisations. In recent years, the PDC has certainly attracted a large number of followers, and with the use of almost pantomime like stage effects, they have managed to create a raucous atmosphere, which is not to everyone's taste. It's clear that PDC Darts venues now contains many football followers, fuelled by alcohol, chanting drunken songs in support of the players they like, and booing (often foreign competitors) unpopular players. Whether these fans are actually Darts fans remains debatable, however it must be acknowledged that they can create an electric, fervour atmosphere.
  • On the other hand, and in comparison to the PDC, the crowd watching BDO Darts seem far more relaxed, and arguably subdued. Maybe this is down to the far more traditionalist BDO, and it's emphasis upon conduct. Rightly so, in my opinion, crowds are not allowed to boo players whilst they are throwing, and will be kicked out of the venue if they fail to agree to this rule.
  • Rating: PDC 7- BDO 6. The PDC can be a bit over the top, obnoxious and rather crass but it seems to offer a more exciting evening than the BDO.
Commentary and Pundits
  • I think that this is really one aspect of the PDC that desperately needs improving. He may be to some people's tastes, but that excitable, nonsense talking, Geordie twit Sid Waddell turns the Sky's coverage of the PDC into a bit of a Joke That Isn't Funny Anymore. His biased towards certain players is inexcusable, and exudes unprofessionalism. I'm not going to let the BBC lightly off here either; they have the audacity to stage their interviews in the Pub, filming players drink alcohol before they enter the stage. We all recognise that Darts is and always will essentially remain a pub sport, however this sort of lazy, production makes the game seem totally amateur.
  • Many may argue, but I feel that the BBC does have a crucial trump card, and that is the man, the legend, Bobby George. His cockney rhyming slag, and analysis on matches make spectacular viewing, and he is one of the few genuine personalities left in British Sport. He may have his critics, but anyone who takes seven years to build their own house and lives in a caravan whilst doing so, and also plays a Darts final with a broken back, deserves all the plaudits he gets. 
  • PDC 5- BDO 6.5. 
So, there we have it, an extensive appraisal of the two organisations. Despite the fact that the PDC is developing much quicker than the BDO, and has far more marketing potential, I've still got a soft spot for the BDO. There is something really classless about Sky and the PDC, and they seem to ignore the importance of the BDO and its ability to produce World Class players. The ideal scenario would be for the two federations to unify, and for the non subscription paying public be given the opportunity to watch more darts and resultantly become involved. Will this happen in the near future? The answer is an unfortunate and resounding no.
Ladies and Gentlemen, LET'S PLAY DARTS!!!

Sunday 2 January 2011

New Years Eve 2010, London.

It would be difficult to find a place in the World which is better suited to hold a spectacular farewell and simultaneous introduction to a year than London, England. As a result, my girlfriend and I decided to venture into the 'Big Smoke', and were greatly anticipating a memorable, explosive evening. Whilst the Arctic Monkeys have warned the younger generation against the perils of anticipation and its perceived habit to set you up for disappointment, London managed to live up to expectations and provided a fitting conclusion to a (personally) successful year.
After a mix up with train tickets (apparently you can't claim for a refund on tickets if the time since purchasing the overpriced cardboard cutouts has exceeded sixty minutes- National Rail truly defines the term 'Jobsworth'), we finally arrived in St James' Park. No, not Newcastle United's or Exeter City's football stadium (yep, my girlfriend had to put up with this jibe on numerous occasions throughout the afternoon), but the grandiose park near all those touristy hot spots where it's forbidden to feed the squirrels and pigeons. Judging by the size of those grey, treacherous, murderous, bushy tailed vermin, this written rule had been emphatically ignored. Anyway, once I'd done pouring scorn on squirrels and tourists, and had declined invitations for tea with the Prime Minister in 11 Downing Street and in equal measure refuted pleas to join the Camping campaign against the War in Afghanistan (for those interested, I am very much against the illegal Wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, however if anyone really believes that camping in the middle of a freezing winter will alter the capitalistic, greedy minds of politicians, then they are not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree), it was time to enter the flamboyant, bohemian world that defines Camden Town...
Full of bright lights, retro shops, colourfully dressed individuals with unusual haircuts, and an array of outdoor food outlets, Camden provided an exotic feel to a wintry evening. Of course, this part of London is synonymous with its drug culture and lived up to expectations with some sneaky hood rat offering us 'skunk or charlie (what if we wanted both?)'. Once we'd explored the high street and the charming backstreets, it was time to take my girlfriend out for a nice piece of succulent lamb. Lamb Kebab that is.
Seeing as it's New Years Eve and we're in the most expensive part of the country, paying four pounds for a pint can almost be justified. However, when the DJ solely focuses on playing music consisting of an angry American man screaming inaudible sounds into a microphone, it signifies time to move on. The next pub offered a far more relaxed, jovial atmosphere with the downstairs part of the building playing artists such as Joy Division and The Strokes, whilst the upstairs concentrated on Ska and Reggae Classics. Oh, and we had the added bonus of sitting opposite a horny Lesbian couple. Unfortunately, both could have passed as butch gay men.
With time quickly moving towards the elusive 00.00, we decided to become sheep and follow the baaing, baying crowd towards the Embankment and those animal friendly Fireworks. Despite denying suggestions that the tube was free, the ticket guard allowed people to pass through the barriers, and urged them to buy tickets 'on the other side'. Yeah, because that was really going to happen.
Apparently it gets a bit crowded on New Years Eve, and this revelation caused the Embankment tube stop to shut. That's the best thing about the British Transport system- it is always forward thinking, and takes special circumstances into account. Not to worry, we eventually crawled our way to Trafalgar Square and watched the magnificent Fireworks send the crowd into raptures. I can never understand why people applaud Fireworks, but let's not let my cynicism dampen the spectacular party atmosphere that had developed.
Once we'd finished debating whether 2011 would be called Twenty Eleven, Two Thousand and Eleven or Two Thousand Eleven (my favourite), there was still time left to enter an establishment in Finsbury Park which we had earlier paid eight pounds each for tickets. Partly due to the cost of the tickets, I had great expectations of The Silver Bullet, yet these were immediately quelled within entry to the place. It was a small pub that had inexplicably run out of Draught beer. Not only this, but there was no music playing to the obvious dismay of the paying public.
So, after fifteen minutes queuing at the bar, we decided that The Silver Bullet had fired enough blanks for one evening.
This evening certainly provided a fond farewell to 2010, and an eye opening beginning to 2011.
Happy New Year!