Libya shames us all

Libya stands at the brink of a bloody civil war, their dictatorial leader Colonel Gaddafi played both the sweetheart and the villain to Western governments. He ordered terrorist attacks, funded brutal mercenary forces such as the Lord's Resistance Army who massacred and terrorised innocent people in Sudan, Uganda and the DRC, and has ruled his oil rich country with an iron fist. 

Yet, this man is ordering his troops to shoot his own protesting people with weapons we sold him, Tony Blair pulled him into the loving embrace of the markets with all apparently forgiven over the Lockerbie bombing and the murder of Yvonne Fletcher, not mention his funding of the IRA. We educated his children and lapped up his donations while conveniently ignoring the rantings of this looney. 

The west is dithering around, convening meetings and issuing empty statements about stopping the violence, knowing full well that this man will never give up power. It isn't as if he's even denying any of this, he has no qualms about butchering his people one day and giving them free money the next. One minute everyone's on drugs, the next it's Osama Bin Laden himself causing all this bother. Clearly the man is completely sane and willing to heed the warnings of the UN.

Now David Cameron, who clearly thinks he's the dog's bollocks of the international community, is trying detract attention from his government's abysmal and shameful response to rescuing British nationals trapped in the fighting by bluffing over military intervention. It's all hot air and everyone knows it, but while he postures and primps, people are dying and we are powerless to stop it. 

The Middle East's-a-burnin'

So the Egyptian masses actually pulled it off. The western masses watched the compelling scenes of thousands of protesters refusing to leave until their president of 30 years let go of power. The western governments were watching from behind the sofa, their fingers crossed, hoping that it would all go away. 

Our governments are highly selective when it comes to democracy. They use as an excuse to depose out-of-favour leaders like Saddam, manipulate it to keep stability in troubled regions like Rwanda, where Kagame rules with an iron fist and wins "democratic" elections by 95%, or downright ignore it when it comes to allies like Mubarak. Grumbles about the Middle East Peace Process being threatened are nonsense - the only achievement so far is that Israel hasn't nuked anyone, and quite frankly that's all that will ever be achieved. A small state of Zionists surrounded by angry Muslims, some of whom have been displaced is never going to be peaceful. Suck it up.

There is a fear that Islamic extremists will take over countries like Tunisia and Egypt, but I don't think this will be the case. This generation have lived under autocratic and undemocratic governments all of their lives and groups like the Muslim Brotherhood do not offer the freedom and equality they crave. It is becoming harder and harder for regimes to cut off their populations from the outside world and control communication. Twitter and Facebook have proved instrumental in these protests and given soul to these generic fluffballs of social networking.

Protests are mounting in Yemen and Algeria, and all eyes are on who will fall next. I'm rooting for Iran and Saudi Arabia. How I would love to watch the Saudi Royal Family fall. This is one of the most exciting periods in political history in years; in a year's time the whole of the Middle East could be under new rule. 

I hope our governments will embrace these movements more, and relish the opportunities they bring, but will resist the temptation to meddle in them. These movements must be the will of the people, after decades of domination, it is finally their time. 

Hope for Sudan yet?

The current referendum on Southern Sudan breaking away from the North will change the face of Africa. I think, as most experts do, that they will vote with a resounding 'yes' and hopefully come summer they will break away from the vile presidency of Omar Bashir.

He is a man with two international arrest warrants for genocide, war crimes and crimes against humanity -warrants that shamefully have not been acted on, even when he openly travels to other countries. He has vowed to impose even stricter Sharia law onto the North if the South secedes, another reason for the South to escape - they are not Muslim, to have such diabolical and backward laws must be hard enough, but to have them imposed on you in your own country when you don't even share any of the ideology must be unfathomable.

But it will come down to oil, as ever. The oil fields sit mainly in the South, the money generated largely goes to the North, and how this is negotiated will be the difference between civil war and freedom.

Sudan is very much a country of two halves, the North is a barren desert, under Sharia law and Arab dominated, the South is lusher, oil rich, black african and generally Christian. Not many countries are so obviously naturally divided.

I'm not demonising the North at all, we travelled through it and it was bustling and so much friendlier than Egypt, where we had come from. The locals were stunned and ecstatic to discover we were not aid workers, or UN but were simply tourists. I think the people crave normality, and deserve it, North and South.

Sadly, I don't think they'll get it. Not with the shadow of Darfur still lingering, not with a criminal president and not while their country splits apart. It is the right move, but turbulent times ahead will mean more suffering for this glorious country, I sincerely hope it's worth it.

The great tuition fees robbery

The last few weeks have seen this winter of discontent in the U.K boil over to violent protests from angry students over the tuition fee rises in 2012.

Now I don't condone violence, but the younger generations of this country are very angry, and rightly so. At a time when unemployment amongst young people is sky high, jobs for graduates are very limited and getting on the property ladder, especially in London is nigh on impossible, they are faced with the prospect of even more debt.

And for what?

If I am paying through the nose to go to university then I expect a world class institution, with smaller classes, one-on-one tutoring, state of the art laboratories for our future scientists, well stocked libraries and innovative research programmes...but that's not what we're getting is it?

University budgets are being slashed, with the polite term being 'efficiency savings' which in affect means another 20-30% of the budget being reduced. Why should students pay £9,000 a year to attend an institution that is running on a shoestring?

The fact that EU students bar English ones can attend university in Scotland for free is a travesty. This is surely discrimination? They apparently fear an influx of 'fee refugees' from England...what absolute rubbish. I was under the impression that there were admissions criteria to get into a university? Or do you just turn up at the door at the University of Edinburgh with a suitcase saying 'Gizza place!' and they're obliged to let you in?

Knowledge is power, as they say. These fees limit people from poorer families from gaining access to the best universities, and I wonder, perhaps cynically, that this is exactly what suits this government. The nation is becoming over qualified to do the necessary menial jobs, jobs that have been taken by cheaper eastern european labour. However the money they earn is often being sent to their home countries to support their families, rather than going back into the economy. Now, a future unskilled British workforce living in family units (rather than single men overcrowding a house) spending their hard earned pennies in pubs and shops etc means more money back into the British economy, more money in the banks and more people back in their places, cleaning up after the Chelsea-tractor-driving bright young things.

I'm in danger of sounding like a bitter old socialist but this policy reeks of lazy elitist muck. The government needs to reduce the deficit...why? Graduates now live with thousands of pounds worth of debt, what's a few billion to a country? These sorts of cuts do nothing to stimulate our sluggish economy, which surely should be our number one priority?

Istanbul...not Constantinople

Istanbul is a bustling cosmopolitan, exotic dream of a capital city. 'East meets West' is an overused and generally wrongly used cliché that does actually sum up this thriving place that is technically in both Europe and Asia. Veiled women and solemn imams pass by students and shopkeepers - all hopeless romantics, charmers and chancers cooing endlessly at passing girls.

The main backpacker area in Sultanahmet is a loud, brash and chaotic stretch of road where carpets, jewellery, perfume, hookahs and hareems are offered (all for good price!) in broken English, while waiters chase after you, menus flapping and discounts being touted (only for you, you understand my friend) as taxis snake millimetres past your feet, and all this while the bars blare ungodly music at full blast, and breathlessly you run this gauntlet and reach your hostel.

The Blue Mosque is without doubt one of the highlights of Istanbul, if only for the adorable little mosque branded plastic bags they give you for your shoes... As an athiest I abhor the opulent excesses of organised religion, but I do love beautiful buildings and they do do great architecture (albeit morally corrupt). It is adorned with beautiful tiles and soaring pillars crowned with astounding domes and arches. From the outside it is domineering but not austere and is truly a symbol of Turkey. It's downfall - its popularity. I stood in line for half an hour before cramming myself inside, the voices of hundreds of people hummed like a swarm of bees and the camera flashes alone would have set off an epileptic fit. It was crazy; if you hate crowds then go with care...

Hagia Sophia is a sterner building, plain and uninviting at first, but inside it is pure Byzantine grandeur. Gold glimmers from beneath the dust and your neck cramps from staring up at the looming ceiling and the stained glass windows above. Topkapi Palace sits in beautiful grounds (do not walk on the grass - a man with a Kalashnikov will politely usher you off) and is well worth a wander for an hour or two. Laze on the lawn (the bit you're allowed on) and enjoy the sunshine in the beauty of the former Ottoman Empire.

The Grand Bazaar is also a definite sight to see. Despite being assured that it was closed by an opportunist shop owner (selling diamonds for a good price naturally) we were soon engrossed by the mass of shops selling everything from rugs to counterfeit Nikes. Tourists intersperse with locals, each seeking their own treasure - from fridge magnets to wedding dresses. Business cards are exchanged feverishly, offers of marriage come with each purchase (generally bargained down to a promise of a Facebook friend request) The red and white of the Turkish flag flutters from every corner and the musty air mingles with wafts of cooking kebabs and sickly sweet baklava. I could have spent a month sifting through the antique section, rifling through Nazi medals (what are the morals on buying such things?) and broken pocket watches! My biggest regret is that it was day 2 of an 8 month trip and buying things was strictly off limits. 

I eased my throbbing feet that evening with an awkward trip to a Turkish bath house that was also quite possibly a brothel. Still, after sweating it out for an hour, half naked in a communal sauna, an unnecessarily topless woman led me to a table for a scrub - and by god it was one hell of a scrub! Freckles disappeared, half my tattoo too I suspect is on their floor, and then the foaming inflated pillow bit (like a thousand feathers caressing you) and I came out smoother, paler and less prudish, and was treated to my first heavenly cup of apple tea.

Istanbul will need to be revisited, with money and time...and I cannot wait. 

How do

Owing to a bout of post-travel unemployment, procrastination and the dwindling supply of backdated episodes of TV shows (although The West Wing boxset does call to me) I have embarked upon blogging.

There is no real theme, just whatever comes into my mind, which will generally be travel, fashion and the abismal political state my fair isle is in..