Earlier this week I watched Blade Runner (the Director's Cut) and Blade Runner 2049 on consecutive evenings and am re-reading the original Philip K Dick novel Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? Even in the mid-'60s when the book was written, Dick was greatly concerned with issues of authenticity (what is real and what is fake) and conservation (being an early eco-endorser). He was looking ahead to a time - which may already be upon us - when three key factors combine to shape our lives: the ascendancy of technology, the pervasive power of media and man's propensity to exploit his environment to destruction, necessitating ersatz substitutions (including androids) for what is becoming extinct and eventually requiring us to abandon large areas of the planet. (When replicants had become sophisticated enough as to be almost indistinguishable from human beings, it was the blade runner's job to detect and destroy renegade androids who might threaten the status quo.)
The main reason for making mention of Blade Runner/Do Androids Dream...? in this blog (apart from the obvious 'real versus fake' element) is that in it Dick developed a concept which he called "absence of appropriate affect". He was alluding to a deficiency in intellectual and emotional response to some of what life threw at his characters on account of something in their make-up or attitude to the world - and it's a spectrum that runs from bland amorality right through to serious psychopathology. You may wonder where this is leading and right now I'm not entirely sure myself, but let's press on.
Some of you know that I moved to Blackpool four years ago (on taking early retirement) so that I didn't have to make a 450-mile round trip every time I wanted to watch my beloved Seasiders playing at Bloomfield Road. That move coincided more-or-less with the formation of the Seasiders Independent Supporters Association, as fans of the club grew increasingly angry with the way the majority shareholder/owner and his son were diverting tens of million of pounds coming to Blackpool FC (as a result of our year in the Premier League) into non-football-related parts of their business empire.
SISA soon evolved into Blackpool Supporters' Trust - a legally-constituted Community Benefit Society, democratic, co-operative, transparent, built on the one-member one-vote principle with an elected board and Financial Conduct Authority accreditation. Supporters' Trusts, in case you didn't know, are the preferred model for fan representation. That was the whole purpose of the government setting up the umbrella Supporters Direct organisation over a decade ago. Supporters Direct has helped to fledge over 200 supporters' trusts in football and rugby clubs throughout the UK, looking to help supporters gain influence in the running and ownership of their clubs. If you're interested to find out more, click on this link: About Supporters Direct
Putting serious plans to write a novel on hold, I became first press officer and then served two years as chairman of Blackpool Supporters' Trust. I am currently its secretary and am proud to be a member of an organisation that has these stated aims:
- to represent the best interests of the supporters and the club
- to hold the owners to account (regardless of who they might be)
- to improve the quality of service for all supporters
- to strengthen the bonds between club and community
- to give supporters a democratic voice in the decision-making process at the club
Happier times - Wembley, 22nd May 2010
The fact that Blackpool FC's chairman and its majority share-holder/owner have consistently refused to recognize BST has merely exacerbated a situation that has been deteriorating almost from the moment that promotion to the Premier League was achieved (see above).I have written about the majority shareholder/owner before. I don't need to name him. He's a prominent and flamboyant figure in these parts. Some might call him a playboy of the north-western world. Others might label him an inveterate mythomaniac. He's been an actor, a media mogul and has made and lost and remade hundreds of millions of pounds in various business enterprises including estate agency, press and radio franchises. He may have helped bankroll the Labour Party, he may have had links with the glamour trade, he has certainly made high-profile enemies and he is a convicted rapist, though he continues to maintain that everything was consensual and that he was framed by said enemies. At worst he was guilty as charged, at best the jury convicted him on grounds of moral bias, for apparently having had a string of sexual relationships with girls who were young enough to be his grand-daughters and liked the fact he was wealthy. There was no mention of hebephilia.
I guess that's where "absence of appropriate affect" comes in. He had the absence of it and it allowed him to make that lifestyle choice. It's not a choice I would contemplate making even if I had the financial wherewithal.
That conviction (against which he appealed and lost both in the UK and in the European Court) rendered him not a fit and proper person to be chairman of the football club he had bought in 1988. Unfortunately it didn't stop him from owning it. As of now, the minority shareholder (an internationally-respected Latvian banker) has a High Court case in process against the majority shareholder/owner. Judgement is expected imminently. The Latvian banker attests that he (and by extension the football club) has suffered unfair prejudice in the way that the 'windfall' that came to the club in the wake of that Premier League season has been dispositioned. Thousands of us who are not happy with the recent custodianship of the club for that very same reason - as we watched it plummet from top flight to bottom division in six chaotic seasons - are hoping the court judgement will catalyze a change in ownership. We want our club back. We want to restore a sense of pride and integrity to Blackpool FC.
Maybe there will always be questions, rumours, misgivings about how very wealthy people have acquired their wealth. When they wish to buy a football club (which is essentially a social enterprise rooted in a community and unlike many other business), then the stakeholders in that club - by which I mean the ordinary fans and the community they represent - really ought to have more of a say in who can buy into the club and how investments and revenues are used. That's the import of the Trust part of Supporters' Trust as far as I'm concerned and the sooner there is better regulation of the sport and a more comprehensive and externally audited 'fit and proper' test, the better.
OK. Poetry time. This is new, it's on theme, it's heartfelt and I hope it will resonate with football fans and non-fans alike. In a week that has been dominated by the unfolding revelations about that man Weinstein, today's poem could have been sub-titled 'BFC: Me Too'...
Playthings Of The Rich
Young girls, fast cars,
blow-jobs, night bars.
They were all noble men,
of course,
watching and scratching
each other's self-made backs,
hatching their schemes
and living the dream.
If you can't have fun
when you've made a ton of money
then what the fuck?
Hire a little honey,
buy a football club -
that's where our luck ran out.
So did his briefly,
for what followed
when a sugar-daddy proved to be
a bitter pill to swallow
was arrest and trial.
Are they always
just a little flawed,
the rich and powerful?
I sometimes wonder:
when the jailhouse door
closed on this champagne socialist
multi-millionaire entrepreneur,
Britain's wealthiest inmate
with time on his hands in stir,
did he ever stop to contemplate
how he might have misbehaved?
The jury convicted him of rape.
He claimed he was framed...
...certainly by the four-poster bed
in his stately home
as a lissom sixteen-year-old model
gave him head.
It didn't go down well
on the terraces,
absence of appropriate affect.
Had he really bought the right
to manipulate her as he liked,
not to take her seriously,
to promise much
but merely take advantage of?
Could he really be allowed
to treat her like this?
Not illegal apparently,
just unethical.
Life's a bitch
for playthings of the rich.
Thanks for reading. The color of trust is tangerine, Steve ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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