Monday, February 28, 2011

Tim DeChristopher on trial for sabotaging oil and gas land auction

The climate activist, who bid $1.7m for land parcels for which he could not pay, faces up to 10 years in jail if found guilty

The trial has begun of a US activist accused of sabotaging an oil and gas land auction by bidding $1.7m (�1.05m) for land parcels that he could not pay for. Tim DeChristopher, whose case has attracted support from high-profile environmentalists including actor Daryl Hannah and environmentalist Bill McKibben, faces up to 10 years' jail if found guilty.

At an auction in Utah on 19 December, 2008 ? the last before the end of George Bush's term in office, and seen as a gift for the oil and gas industry ? 130,000 acres of land near pristine areas of Utah such as Nine Mile Canyon and Dinosaur National Monument were due to be sold off.

DeChristopher, then a 27-year-old economics student at Utah, walked into the auction and signed up as Bidder 70. He proceeded to bid on a number of parcels, driving up prices and buying $1.7m of land for himself. The auctioneers called a five-minute break, and DeChristopher was taken into custody. He has since been charged with two felonies; making a false statement, and violating the Federal Onshore Oil and Gas Leasing Reform Act. The auction was suspended, and the lots later withdrawn by Barack Obama's interior secretary, Ken Salazar.

The case has attracted support from leading US environmentalists. Last year McKibben, Nasa scientist James Hansen, and Naomi Klein co-authored a letter calling for support for Bidder 70, as DeChristopher has become known. A film is being made about the case and will be released shortly after the verdict. A group called Peaceful Uprising have been organising rallies in his support.

In pre-trial hearings, DeChristopher has been forbidden to use the "necessity defence" which was used in the famous Kingsnorth Six trial in the UK, when a jury acquitted activists of causing criminal damage to a coal-power station chimney. The decision means that DeChristopher will not be permitted to argue that he was acting in order to prevent greater environmental damage.

The defence team also sought to argue that the case is politically motivated, by demonstrating that in other cases where bidders have failed to pay, they have not been prosecuted. DeChristopher claims that at least 25 other cases have not been prosecuted. This argument was also blocked by Judge Dee Benson.

DeChristopher, referred to by both opponents and supporters as a "monkey wrencher" ? a tribute to the 1975 Edward Abbey novel The Monkey Wrench Gang in which the protagonist appoints himself protector of the remaining desert regions of the American south-west and becomes a pioneer in the art of "eco-tage" ? told the Guardian: "I was very nervous when I went in to the auction but when I won my first parcel I felt totally calm and peaceful. It felt like the first time my actions had really been in line with my sentiment. Up to that point I knew that climate change was a really huge issue, and yet in response to that I was riding my bike and writing letters to Congress."

The trial is scheduled to finish on Thursday.


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Tonight's TV highlights

Secret NHS Diaries | Classroom Warriors | How to Live with Women | The Story of Variety | Mud Men | Mrs Brown's Boys

Dispatches: Secret NHS Diaries
8pm, Channel 4

For this investigation into the stark realities of end-of-life care on the NHS, three terminally ill patients have agreed to let the cameras follow their dying days. Harry is in the final stages of emphysema and wishes to die at home, Annie has motor neurone disease and wants to remain independent for as long as possible, and Ken has suffered a stroke and finds it difficult to communicate his wishes to hospital staff. It's harrowing stuff, although easy solutions are thin on the ground.

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Panorama: Classroom Warriors
8.30pm, BBC1

As mobile phone footage featured here shows, classroom discipline in some of Britain's worst schools has plumbed shocking depths. In order to combat this, a scheme is afoot to draft in ex-military personnel to schools as "instructors", even if, as at one Birmingham comprehensive, they have to sit GCSEs themselves alongside pupils. It appears, superficially, to be making a difference ? but will the scheme ultimately go the way of the infamous "short, sharp shock" initiative of the early 1980s? Education secretary Michael Gove is squarely behind the idea, you'll be either gladdened or dismayed to learn.

David Stubbs

How To Live With Women
9pm, BBC3

Several men who can't behave like grown-ups are sent to live with inspirational women in order to recalibrate their idiocy. Tonight, Cherelle, owner of the most incredible mullet since Pat Sharpe or Paul King, sends reactionary boyfriend Tom to stay with a chef, a hair stylist and a vicar so he can learn that women don't exist just to heat up his dinner. But because this is BBC3, the couple are barely out of nappies and all of this seems redundant when neither of them has finished growing yet.

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The Story Of Variety With Michael Grade
9pm, BBC4

This might look like yet another excuse to wallow in light entertainment's golden era and be reminded once again of Eric & Ernie, Frankie Howerd et al. But while a dire clip of Max Miller may make you wonder quite how golden this era actually was, this is largely wonderful stuff, rich with anecdotes told by veteran showbiz raconteurs. Variety didn't just involve comedy, but jugglers, musicians, hoofers, and acts who spent their entire careers doing just one turn. Among those recalling the high jinks and dismal lodgings of those bygone days are Ken Dodd, Val Doonican, Roy Hudd and Mike Winters. DS

Mud Men
9.30pm, History

Interested in "posterity, not profit", Steve Brooker is a mudlark, licensed to dig on the foreshore of the Thames. He's also Johnny Vaughan's co-presenter in an archaeology series about the history behind the items pulled out of the mud, artefacts such as tobacco pipes and coins. While there are a few contrived moments, it's well worth a look. An ability not to flinch helps though, notably when Steve slices open a sheep's guts to see how our forebears made rudimentary condoms.

Jonathan Wright

Mrs Brown's Boys
10.35pm, BBC1

More potty-mouthed panto from Brendan O'Carroll and his updated Old Mother Riley act. Meddling ratbag Agnes Brown ("I was so long in labour they had to shave me twice") thinks her children are keeping too many secrets from her, such as the real reason why Mark's wife has kicked him out of the house. As usual, the earthy antics are offset by a sentimental streak as thick as your arm. We have come to fecking hug and learn, after all.

Ali Catterall


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Teenagers won't be shocked by a naked man on the stage | Catherine Bennett

Given the overly sexualised nature of today's society, children aren't going to be fazed by Frankenstein

Sombre news for fans of Mary Shelley who have the misfortune to be under 15 years old. Tickets for Danny Boyle's compelling, justifiably acclaimed production of Frankenstein, which boasts yet more teen favourites in the shape of Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller, are not just surpassingly rare when they are not being touted at more than four times their face value, but officially discouraged for younger enthusiasts, this Frankenstein being described as "suitable only for 15+".

As one of those bad mothers who only wishes that those infant high heels and amusing baby-grows saying "Future Porn Star" had been around when they were needed ? what they can't read, can't hurt them, right? ? I failed to spot the age warning and took a 13-year-old to see Frankenstein. And, frankly, when you think of Rihanna's latest video, Lady Gaga's ditto or, for that matter, the ENO's Lucrezia Borgia smutfest, featuring videos by Mike Figgis, the man they call opera's Uncle Perv, it was a great disappointment, porn-wise. All that money spent on lighting and sets, instead of models acting dirty, � la Figgis? No Figgisy humping and gynaecological explorations in the masterly, Ken Russell manner, filmed in a genuine Renaissance setting instead of a boring old theatre? Not one single prostitute on a lead, to give a flavour of how life was really lived in 1818?

Offered a chance to jolt middle-class art-lovers out of their prudish, fat-bottomed complacency, one the dashing Figgis seized with aplomb, Boyle has, instead, created a production which, along with great thoughtfulness about the novel, currently a GCSE set text, delivers just about every captivating technical trick you could imagine: rain, gullies, a revolving mansion, an island, a lake, a great tolling bell, a full-size train, 'orrible surprises. That is just one respect in which this production might have been designed to further National Theatre director Nicholas Hytner's ambition "to unlock what can be a forbidding exterior and let both light and the public flood in".

So it is hard to see why the theatre decided to exclude so many potential converts, unless it was a fear of how younger teens might react to the first 20 minutes, in which the piteous monster comes to life and learns to wriggle, then stagger, completely naked until his maker chucks him a large cloak. But if it was not, generously, to spare audiences and actors the collective sniggers, as representatives of the Hollyoaks cohort take in the reality of an unadorned Cumberbatch ? a school matinee obviously does not even bear even thinking about ? then why keep them out?

One of the great benefits of a modern education is that, unlike earlier generations, today's parents can be sure that a pubescent girl will know that the lower half of a naked man does not, or only rarely, resemble that of the male rabbit. There is no need, though one cannot speak for faith schools, for the kind of excruciating explanations once prompted by an unexpected rape scene in The Forsyte Saga.

What, you sometimes wonder, don't children know? Most tots, asked for the rudest word they have ever heard on the Today programme, will confidently disclose that it begins with a K. Add to that all the insights filtering through from East-Enders, Skins, Facebook, YouTube, iPlayer and their porned-up little chums on the bus, comparing notes on Billie Piper, and what is left to tell by the time most adolescents are 13 or much younger? Although admittedly, pregnant teen Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin did not lag far behind: she ran away with the married Shelley at the age of 16.

At the National Theatre, a spokeswoman says that the age restriction was decided in collaboration with Boyle; they chose to "err on the side of caution". "Because it contains nudity and a rape scene," she says, "it seemed like a sensible decision." Persistent customers are, it turns out, free to discuss the age restriction with the box office and reach a different view ? there is no cinema-style enforcement. And no doubt such caution is to be encouraged: we can only imagine how different life might be if it had been applied, long ago, to The Story of Tracy Beaker. Sherlock is watched by thousands of innocents and no director who has witnessed the power of Mumsnet, once enough of its members have taken against an EastEnders storyline, a missing child advertisement or some of those hard-to-find pornographic babyclothes, would wish to be at the receiving end of its righteous anger, all the more so if the Daily Mail has endorsed the outrage.

If the director-general of the BBC could be made to grovel for a baby-swap plotline borrowed from the Old Testament, there would be no difficulty in embarrassing a publicly subsidised production such as Frankenstein which, as well as naked adults, also features a stylised rape that may be slightly more graphic than the Forsyte grapple watched by 8 million people, although notably less disturbing and self-indulgent than the sexual imagery and violence that, in the absence of any comprehensible dialogue, captivated so many of the family audiences of Tim Supple's celebrated Midsummer Night's Dream.

In 2007, members of a disappointed Newcastle school outing were made to look like peasants for their sense of humour failure over Supple's production, which came with no age restrictions: Bottom's gigantic, humorously erect gourd is among several memories I have yet successfully to repress.

At the National also, age guidelines seem once to have been more permissive. Highlights of Coram Boy, its 2005 Christmas production, featured murdered newborns, a hanging, a sexual encounter and dead puppet babies rising from their graves: the rating was 12+. Elsewhere, the 2007 production of Equus in which the pubescents' idol, Daniel Radcliffe, doggedly put horses' eyes out and took off all his clothes, received an age restriction of 8+. In the cinema, unlovely sexual episodes in The Social Network and severed fingers in a violent True Grit still allow classifications, for each, of 12A. As for fiction, veterans of unrated teenage novels, with their now statutory themes of exclusion, criminality, underage sex, addiction, family collapse and the moral consequences of living in a cruel and Godless universe, may feel that Dr Frankenstein's hubris in playing God is a question they left behind in Balamory.

Justified or not, the National's extreme solicitousness about nudity might not be unrelated to a growing adult panic about premature sexualisation which, despairing at the tide of pornography, repeatedly fixates on banning or suppressing the wrong or most trivial things, from lurid stories to slutty dollies and trashy children's clothes which enrage parents who would never buy them anyway. But inconsistency has its consolations.

Denied a trip to Frankenstein? Stay at home and watch The Joy of Teen Sex on 4 on Demand: "Full-frontal nudity, graphic sexual content and strong language from the start and throughout."


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Rare Javan rhinos captured on film in Indonesia

Two mother rhinos and two calves shown on 'video trap' footage

Four of the world's most rare rhinoceroses were captured by camera traps installed in an Indonesian national park, an environmental group said Monday.

The footage from movement-triggered hidden cameras shows two mother Javan rhinos and two calves in Ujung Kulon national park in November and December last year, said WWF.

Javan rhinos are among the world's most endangered species, with an estimated population of no more than 50 in Ujung Kulon. A few others live in Cat Tien national park, in Vietnam.

"This is good news to ensure that the population is viable," said Adhi Hariyadi, WWF project leader in the park.

The first "video trap" footage, recorded in November, showed a mother and calf, identified later as a male, walking steadily toward the camera. Several more shots of the family were obtained later.

In December, another 30-second video showed a larger calf with its mother. It was later identified as a female about a year old.

The national park's chief, Agus Priambudi, said the footage provided substantial information about population dynamics of Javan rhinos as well as feedback about survey and monitoring system of the survival of endangered species.

After camera and video traps have captured 14 rhino births during the past 10 years, the Javan rhino study will now focus on the animal's habits, distribution, genetic diversity, diet and nutrition, as well as pathology and cause of stress, WWF said.

"This female calf documentation is a breath of fresh air for us ? and Javan rhino conservation in general ? since the majority of calves we identified previously ware male," said Hariyadi. WWF last published video of Javan rhinos in 2009, when it released a clip showing a family of three in the southern tip of Java.

Rhino numbers in Indonesia over the past 50 years have been dramatically affected by rampant poaching for horns, which are used in traditional Chinese medicines, and by the destruction of forests by farmers, illegal loggers and palm oil plantation companies.

Last year, three Javan rhinos were found dead within the 297,881-acre (120,551-hectare) park, and one of them was suspected to be the victim of poachers.


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Customer service is bank executives' last priority

Until the regulator toughens up its act, Santander's boss has little inducement to deliver good service

I've seen hardened hackettes melt in the presence of Ant�nio Horta-Os�rio, the handsome and charming boss of Santander, recently poached to run Lloyds Banking Group on an �8m-plus pay packet. But no amount of charm makes up for the alarming collapse in service standards that the bank's many customers have endured.

From 2007 onwards, Horta-Os�rio made promise after promise that tackling service issues was the bank's top priority. Yet, under his watch, the problems seemed to deepen. Yes, acute delays at the bank's probate division were dealt with, and, yes, during the financial crisis Santander absorbed Alliance & Leicester and Bradford & Bingley ? operational challenges that would dent any bank's service capability.

But they don't explain why, by the end of the first half of 2010, its official complaints tally was the worst in Britain ? and by a huge margin. Compare it with Nationwide, which, rather like Santander, is a business primarily involved in savings and mortgages. Santander's complaints were running at an extraordinary eight times the level of Nationwide's.

Was Santander really focused on service as its top priority? Or was culling jobs, cutting costs and increasing profits all that really mattered? Judged by those measures alone, Horta-Os�rio was a magnificent success.

His replacement is Ana Botin, the daughter of Emilio Botin, the Spanish bank's chairman. She has already told a Commons select committee the bank is working hard to improve customer service. But when her chief duty over the coming months will be to prepare a partial flotation of the UK business to raise as much as �4bn, one imagines that where the bank stands in a list of retail complaints isn't going to be top priority. And as the daughter of a billionaire, it's unlikely she's ever had to tear her hair out over a �1,000 Isa transfer that's gone wrong.

Bank chiefs are economically rational people. They spend their time meeting goals that will achieve for them the highest personal earnings. Share price, dividends, earnings per share and so on, all go into the mix by which their pay is determined. But not customer service, that somewhat amorphous, immeasurable concept.

However, the FSA does now have an accurate table through which it can rank banks according to the formal number of complaints. In an ideal world I'd like to see the worst-rated bank each half year be fined a trifling �1m ? but for that �1m to be deducted from total boardroom remuneration. The bosses then might make service a real priority. It won't happen, of course.

In Ireland, a country devastated by the actions of grasping bankers, amid a bailout that will leave its citizens in hock for a generation, bankers still went to court to demand bonus payouts. They know no shame.

Maybe a better course of action is for the FSA, or its successor, to use existing powers to bring banks into line. In the past, the regulator has demanded that pension and endowment companies halt the marketing of products and ordered salesforces to be retrained. Salesforces, numbering thousands of men and women, were "taken off the road". If a bank has measurable and persistent poor service, then why not take its salesforce off the road? In other words, ban the bank from selling savings or mortgage products for a period, say a month, while it gets its service in order. Maybe chief executives might then sit up and listen.

To be fair to Santander, its second-half 2010 complaints figures are markedly better. But they're still likely to be the worst of the lot. Ana Botin, your bank has great best-buy products. Now do something about service.


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World puts pressure on Gaddafi to go

Russia and China join west in UN war crimes ruling as Britain revokes immunity for leader and family

Muammar Gaddafi is running out of options and friends as international action to pressure him into surrendering gathers momentum, with Russia and China joining the west in backing calls to prosecute him for war crimes.

Britain said it was revoking the diplomatic immunity of the Libyan leader and his family, including his high-profile son Saif al-Islam, who has had close links with the UK. David Cameron echoed Barack Obama in calling on him to go. The PM said: "All of this sends a clear message to this regime: it is time for Colonel Gaddafi to go and to go now. There is no future for Libya that includes him."

Hillary Clinton said the US was reaching out to the Libyan opposition and was not negotiating with Gaddafi.

"We want him to leave and we want him to end his regime and call off the mercenaries and troops who remain loyal to him," the US secretary of state said. "How he manages that is up to him."

The gravity of the crisis was reflected in Saturday night's vote by the UN security council to impose travel and asset sanctions on Gaddafi and his entourage and a belated arms embargo on Libya ? even if these moves are now largely symbolic. Gaddafi also became the first sitting head of state to be referred to the international criminal court by unanimous vote of the often-divided UN security council. British officials also said his exclusion from the UK was an unprecedented act.

Italy, which has had an intimate relationship with Libya as the former colonial power and a major investor, said its treaty of friendship and co-operation with the north African country was now suspended.

"We have reached, I believe, a point of no return," the foreign minster, Franco Frattini, told Sky Italia TV. The EU said it was preparing to implement the UN decisions across its 27 member states.

The flurry of statements and diplomatic activity reflected a sense in Washington, London and many capitals that it is less risky to act now that emergency evacuations have sharply reduced the number of foreign nationals stranded in Libya. But the UN did not discuss imposing a no-fly zone, as some had urged.

UK officials have been contacting senior Libyan figures to persuade them to abandon the regime so it collapses rather than mounts a desperate fight to the finish.

Diplomats also said it was too early to consider recognition of the Libyan opposition in the eastern city of Benghazi as a government. "We have here a country descending into civil war with atrocious scenes of killing of protesters and a government actually making war on its own people so of course, it is time for Colonel Gaddafi to go," the foreign secretary told the BBC's Andrew Marr Show.

"That is the best hope for Libya and last night I signed a directive revoking his diplomatic immunity in the United Kingdom but also the diplomatic immunity of his sons, his family, his household, so it's very clear where we stand on his status as a head of state," Hague added.

It is hoped the ICC referral will give Gaddafi pause for thought, and at least encourage restraint by his security forces as the confrontation with the opposition enters what looks like its final phase.

The UN secretary-general, Ban ki-Moon, told the security council: "I hope the message is heard, and heeded, by the regime in Libya. I hope it will also bring hope and relief to those still at risk.

"The sanctions are a necessary step to speed the transition to a new system of governance that will have the consent and participation of the people."

The 15-0 UN vote broke new ground. In 2005, Russia, the US and China abstained from a resolution ? thus letting it pass ? that referred the Darfur situation to the ICC and led ultimately to Bashir's indictment for genocide.

The breakthrough in New York was helped by strong support from the Arab League and the African Union and support from Libya's own UN mission, which has defected en masse to the rebel camp.

Hague will join Clinton in Geneva to get Libya removed from the UN's human rights council.

Italy's suddenly outspoken position reflected the rapidly evolving situation. Last week Italy's prime minister, Silvio Berlusconi, drew fire from the opposition, saying that he did not want to "disturb" the Libyan leader in the middle of the revolt.

Libya supplies 25% of Italy's oil needs and 12% of its gas imports.

Its sovereign wealth fund has stakes in Italy's biggest bank UniCredit and other companies, and Italy's big oil and gas company ENI is the biggest operator in Libya.

Reports from Moscow said Russia stands to lose up to $4bn in sales due to the arms embargo.


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Sunday, February 27, 2011

Dominican car wash - by night

The Dominican Republic has bars and resorts aplenty, but the most authentic night out might include hot wax and a hand finish

The condensation rolls down the twinkling green of my bottle of Presidente beer as the strains of bachata music wallop the atmosphere. People are laughing and dancing a little, my foot is tapping, and I am having a great time. Where am I? A bar? A club? A gig? No, I am in the Dominican Republic and I am at the car wash. For Dominicans, the car wash is the place to party.

This phenomenon was illustrated recently by the erstwhile "acquaintance" of Silvio Berlusconi, Marysthell Garc�a Polanco. If you've been keeping abreast of the sex and drug allegations surrounding the Italian prime minister, you may have read that Polanco, a model from the Dominican Republic, is famous in Italy for appearing in the "sexy car wash" segment of a reality show on one of Berlusconi's TV stations. This would cause few surprises in her homeland: in fact many would speculate she gave the idea to the producers in a moment of questionable art imitating life.

The DR is as much a puzzle as its neighbour Haiti: the two are bound together on the island of Hispaniola with little more than geography in common. Traversing the island, you journey from a land of black, French-speaking football fans to one of Hispanic baseball nuts who speak heavily accented Spanish ? West Africa to Latin America in barely 200 miles.

The differences transcend demographics and language ? and the culture is very different, too. Much more than their neighbours, Dominicans embrace loud music, drinking rum at all hours and dressing to impress. Crossing the country, you drive through miles and miles of featureless jungle scrub broken up every so often by beach hotel complexes and strip towns, their bodegas blasting merengue or bachata music at volumes that must be audible from space.

These places fill up in the evenings. Dominicans definitely know how to enjoy themselves, and booze and music stitch themselves into the most unlikely of institutions. Attendants at petrol stations can be seen taking a tot of rum ? not in a belligerent or depressing way, it seems, but more as a statement: this is what we do. We saw a man on a motorbike, his wife sitting behind him, happily guzzling from a pint-sized bottle of Brugal rum, tipping us a simple cheers as we pulled up next to him. Fiesta, mi amigo is apparently the national mantra.

And nowhere is this happy-go-lucky demeanour more prevalent than at a car wash. Your mind naturally turns to the 1976 film starring among others Richard Pryor and of course, the Rose Royce song. But here car washes have bars, and beer, and people, and music and dancing. They are the place to go of a weekend and they are a unique Dominican experience. And we are not talking 1970s-themed clubs, nor even car wash-themed bars, but actual car washes that will wash your car, and usually have live music and plenty of Dominicans partying hard into the night.

Mega Wash in the seaside village of Cabarete, for example, has space for around eight or 10 cars on its forecourt, a great-looking bar and the friendliest staff around. Even if you get there earlier than party time (anything after 9pm) you still get to relax and sup a bottle or two of Presidente or fruit juice while your vehicle gets a first-class clean. It's worth getting your rental car washed, just for the experience.


You'll find little mention of the car wash scene in guidebooks: it's very much a local rather than a tourist experience. Our information came from a Dominican friend of one of my fellow travellers, and was confirmed by several taxi drivers, waiting staff and a guide at the 27 Waterfalls, which we had climbed down earlier in the day. Posters usually feature a variation of shiny cars, women in bikinis and lots of soap suds and sunshine. The reality is usually a few wiry men washing the cars ? but plenty of men and women dressed to the nines for a night out. Only the Dominicans could take an experience so banal as getting the dust of your Chevy and turn it into a swirl of pleasure. A night at the car wash is cheap and fun, full of local colour and splendour. You'll see very few other tourists, but you won't feel out of place.

Nightlife is very much part of the DR experience, whether it's dining on fresh fish or strolling around sampling the great street food ? roast pork on one stall, divine drum chicken (marinated and grilled over an old oil drum) on another. There are bars on the beaches and bodegas in just about every commercial strip of property in the nation; there are cigars so smooth they rival the mighty Cubans; and if your curiosity outruns your conscience you could even take in a cockfight.

But from Sosua on the north coast to Barahona in the south, and the country's sprawling capital, Santo Domingo, the early hours will always be filled with the crashing sounds of Dominican music, and if you're smart and up for fun, you'll experience it at the car wash.

? Double rooms at Hotel La Catalina in Cabrera cost from $76 a night, lacatalina.com. Netflights.com has return flights to Santo Domingo via Miami (with Virgin Atlantic and America Airlines) from �557


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Ask Tom

Lonely Planet's Tom Hall was online today answering your travel queries. You can still post questions for next week

Which parts of the Middle East are safe to visit? Where will my money go furthest on a gap year? Where's the best place to see the northern lights? Fear not, whatever your dilemma Tom Hall will be here this lunchtime to offer expert advice. Post questions below and Tom will get to as many as he can in an hour.

He may not be able to answer all questions in the live blog, but these will be considered for future Ask Tom blog posts.


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Have you been watching ? The Tudors?

The final series so far has seen many a missin' consonant, and Jonathan Rhys Meyers going "Gnnnyaaahrr!"

"I'll have no spark o' scandal against her name," bellowed Henry VIII during last week's instalment of The Tudors, fists clenched and monarchical beard a' quiver. "Francis Dereham has spoiled the Queen for me. I will not be bowed. Never. Gnnnyaaahrr!"

With this, the die was cast. And, indeed, (some of) the cast were (about to) die. To wit: Dereham, Queen Katherine and Thomas Culpepper were sent to the chopping block, on the grounds of having done it, adulterously, in locations as disparate as Norfolk and, according to the prosecutor, "the stool closet."

A climactic montage followed, during which simpering flibbertigibbet Katherine and interchangeable Tudorhunks Dereham and Culpepper were gutted like hot trout, and Henry gambolled amid a flurry o' panting strumpets an' discarded consonants.

At exactly half way through the final series of the majestic period romp, we found ourselves consigning the last remaining crumbs of credibility to the same 16th century bum-bag that contains the embers of The Tudors' historical heft (the latter having blazed briefly during the first series, when we foolishly mistook it for a Proper Drama because Sam Neill was in it and he had a cape.)

It's rare to find a drama so bereft of self-awareness, and rarer still to find one that manages to make 360 degree ineptitude so roaringly entertaining. And as episode six approaches on its three-legged steed this weekend, it's clear the Irish/Canadian production has no intention of quietening down.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers (Henry O'Tudor) is still Irishing around the script like a bearded tank, gun cocked and aimed at the nuances o' the language, so it is. It's 1542 and Henry is now apparently 51, a fact telegraphed by the still smokingly svelte JRM going "gnnnyaaahrr" every time he stands up, and smushing his chin into his chest and flaring his nostrils in the manner of one experiencing trapped wind. It's hilarious.

Other stuff: the plot is still being conveyed through almighty cannon blasts of exposition ("Ambassador, I hear your country is at war with the Emperor?"). And as passive-aggressive bastard Henry Howard, David O'Hara continues to be the only one doing actual, demonstrable acting, the rest of the cast apparently having only turned up for the free chicken drumsticks.

Highlights thus far? Verily, my liege, we are spoil'd for choice. There was the bit in episode one where Katherine danced in the rain in her transparent nightie while a tumescent Henry spludged his beard lustfully against his bedroom window. There was the bit last week when reticent duffer Culpepper was first pelted with cabbages by rhubarbing yokels, then shoved around by a gurning heavy, and then, finally, decapitated. And there is the bit in this Saturday's episode in which the nine year-old Princess Elizabeth blurts, apropos sod all: "As God is my witness, I shall never marry!" and the music goes all mystical and sobby because, of course ? FACT KLAXON ? she never would.

And then there is, of course, the sex. And what sex. Thus far, we've had shouting fireside sex, backwards-among-rose-petals sex, deafening "stool closet" sex and deeply confusing sex during which there is clearly at least a yard separating the boffer and boffee's hoo-hahs. It's a farce. It's Carry on Up The Doublet. And as long it it continues to confuse pretentiousness with gravitas and bellowing with historical integrity, The Tudors will remain the most stupidly entertaining drama on TV.

So. Have you been enjoying the final series? Any favourite moments? Your thoughts below, if ye be so kind.


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Dear Jeremy

Problems at work? Need advice? Our agony uncle ? and you, the readers ? have the answers

Is my Oxford degree preventing me from getting an admin role?

I am a 42-year-old woman trying to return to the workplace after 10 years at home bringing up my twin daughters, one of whom is disabled ? I have been a carer as well as a stay-at-home mum.

I have a degree in philosophy, politics and economics from Oxford, but of course that was completed nearly 20 years ago. Before having children I worked in admin jobs.

So far my applications haven't delivered much, even though I have a good knowledge of CVs, application forms and so on. I seem to suffer from being "overqualified" in some employers' eyes, yet I lack relevant up-to-date work experience. I am trying to remedy this by working for the NHS in a voluntary capacity as an administrator.

In the past 10 years I have been a school governor and a carer trainer ? where I deliver talks about being a carer. I have also completed numerous part-time courses, for some of which I have won awards for being "most improved learner" or similar.

Where am I going wrong? It is very frustrating to be told I am overqualified when, due to my family circumstances, I don't feel I am overly ambitious and am happy to take an admin role below my academic level. My husband has given up work to be a full-time carer so I need to find a job urgently, and the situation is really getting me down.

Jeremy says

Some employers, I fear, mislead unsuccessful applicants. It's not intentional but that's the effect. For every person offered a job, many others will have been interviewed ? and they need a reason for their failure. As often as not, that reason won't be entirely clear and objective; it's frequently a matter of manner or an absence of personal chemistry almost impossible to put into words. So, understandably enough, the employer looks for some simple, factual explanation; partly to avoid hurting another person's feelings and partly to dodge the difficulty of justifying a strong but very subjective instinct. Over and over again, for example, unsuccessful applicants complain that they've been told they're overqualified ? despite the fact they'd be happy to work at the level advertised. Maybe they are overqualified; but sometimes that's simply what they've been told. This could, in part, explain your own frustration.

It's worth considering, too, just why overqualification is sometimes genuinely seen as a disqualification. If applicants aren't looking for a higher grade and/or too much money, you'd think that most employers would see better-than-needed qualifications as a bonus. But they worry, I suspect, that an "overqualified" newcomer may disturb the settled hierarchy of the workplace and perhaps be a little superior in attitude. This is a reasonable concern ? and worth bearing in mind at interviews. Even the smallest hint of a sense of superiority, however unintentional, could be enough to raise that suspicion and prompt a black mark.

In your case, it's possible your PPE degree from Oxford, however unfairly, is sending out an unfortunate signal. I'm not suggesting you hide it from view; just that you put most initial emphasis on your experience as a carer trainer and recent voluntary work for the NHS as an administrator. These jobs give compelling evidence that you're not expecting to return to full-time work in an over-elevated position.

Keep yourself going with the knowledge that some employer, soon, is going to be lucky enough to take you on.

Readers say

? If you are sincere about wanting a unambitious role somewhere, I suggest dropping the degree and the stuff about giving talks, and reframing them in a less high-powered way.

Highlight your stickability, and your willingness to take on less spectacular work. Perhaps stop referring to the jobs you are applying to as "below your academic level" ? that attitude will bleed through, and will not make for a pleasant working environment for anyone, yourself least of all.

You are overqualified. You either need to get over sharing the qualifications when applying for jobs for which they are not relevant, or start applying for jobs where those qualifications are relevant. Ascexis

? If I was reviewing your CV, your lack of career focus and recent work experience would count against you, but the fact you have a good degree would not. Doing some voluntary work with the NHS and in general getting temporary work will also help.

You have clearly done many things while bringing up your daughters and you need to work to link these experiences and skills to those in an advertised job. Remember, though, that 70% of jobs are never advertised so you need to make good use of all your connections over the past 10 years to flush out opportunities. ExBrightonBelle

? I also have an Oxford degree (theology, 2003). I now work for a local authority as a planning officer. I struggled to get a job in 2003, ran a small business for a few months until I eventually found part-time work at a library. I was able to use the experience gained there to get a full-time position as an admin clerk. After that I spent six years working hard to prove to everyone around me that I'm about more than just some fancy letters after my name.

Don't get me wrong, I loved doing my degree and would go back and do it again if I could, but it proves very little in the real world. What you have to prove to an employer is that you're motivated, competent and able to work well with colleagues/interact with the public. A degree doesn't prove that, unfortunately. captainkath

? Being a school governor shows potential for rising up the ladder, particularly with foundation trust hospitals showing a similar governance structure with patient/public involvement as a school may. fatguy

Lack of experience is hampering my search for a careers advice job

I am a careers adviser looking for work in the education sector. Over recent years, and more so since requalifying in 2008, I have become concerned about the way my sector is changing. More importantly, I wonder if I am failing to keep pace with these changes.

Two years ago I considered myself invincible: alongside my degree I held postgraduate qualifications in post-compulsory teaching (PGCE-QTLS) and careers guidance (PgDipCG and QCG). With work-based learning ? NVQs 3 and 4 in advice and guidance ? I held most, if not all, qualifications required for this line of work. Within a year or two the MEd in guidance studies will complete the collection.

But two years on and with dozens of close-run or flawed interviews to my name I am no nearer to a permanent professional situation. I have interviewed the length and breadth of the country. Although I have interviewed well and the feedback (when offered) has been uniformly positive, what has been made obvious is the difference between experience and qualifications/training.

I am painfully aware my career needs a little more high-quality experience to bring things into equilibrium, but we all know there is only one way for that to be achieved.

Jeremy says

You may find some part of my answer to the first letter of relevance to your own case. The reasons given by employers for the rejection of a candidate may or may not be the whole truth. However well qualified an applicant may be, "inadequate experience" sometimes provides a welcome basis for an otherwise instinctive decision on the employer's part.

But in fact, when times are as tough as they are, experience is likely to be valued even more highly than usual. Employers will be looking for an instant contribution; they won't have much time for people to learn on the job. And this can lead them not so much to despise qualifications as to be wary of those who parade them.

Two years ago, when you were feeling invincible, you may have been guilty of a bit of that. It's understandable ? for quite a long time, the right qualifications were regarded as a guaranteed passport to gainful employment. As you've painfully discovered, that certainty has long gone.

You've already had some close-run interviews. So continue to show dogged persistence, don't overplay those qualifications, be willing to take on just about anything and you should be back on that ladder again before too long. I wish you luck.

Readers say

? Careers advising is a dying industry ? people can help themselves these days to all the information they need online without having to be counselled through the process. But have you thought about becoming a corporate recruiter, a university recruiter of student intake, or a corporate headhunter? Your qualifications signify that you're qualified to steer people to the right industries and roles ? so you can probably be at the other end of that process, sorting out which people would be the right ones for given companies and roles. londonsupergirl

For Jeremy Bullmore's advice on a work issue, send a brief email to dear.jeremy@guardian.co.uk. Please note that he is unable to answer questions of a legal nature or reply personally.

Read next week's problems on the Money blog from Monday and post your advice ? we'll run the best of it alongside Jeremy's in next Saturday's column.


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Just the two of us: single-parent trips

Your first holiday as a single parent might be a daunting prospect, but after a week of luxury in Jamaica you might just find you're the happiest people in the resort

End of a long day at the beach, we're soaking in our palatial suite's oversize tub, martini glass misting on its tiled ledge, tall cold glass of milk beside it.

We slip on robes, drift out to the balcony where dusk is painting pink our personal swatch of sea and sky. Room service has draped the table in white, laid out fresh pappardelle with saffroned scallops and prawns, rare steak, a fresh martini, a glass of milk ?

Who'da thunk my first vacation alone with my three-year-old son could be like this? A week earlier, in a panic, I'd almost canned the whole thing.

In the two years since Max's mum and I split, I've cautiously carved out a parallel existence as dutiful co-parent (dinner, nappies, lullabies) and single guy 30somethingdom (travelling to make documentaries, hitting the bars) with the considerable help of Max's adoring granny and his daycare.

But when the custody gods decreed we'd have a whole week away to ourselves, I knew my kneejerk notions of "vacation" would need a rethink. Backpack years behind me, I'd still normally opt for the g�te or the ashram over anything with a whiff of prefab. But on the road? With a three-year-old? No nanny/no granny? And hoping to maybe, like, meet someone new?

Clicking on "Caribbean all-inclusive" brings up deals for couples with kids or singles without, but for single parents the options are neither plentiful nor cheap. (Come on travel biz, where are the Yummy Mummy Cruises? Daycare and Daiquiris for Dad? Divorce rates not high enough to make it worthwhile?)

Well, if this holiday isn't going to be a steal, might as well make it one to remember. And hopefully not just as plot fodder for a Seth Rogen movie.

On the website for Half Moon in Montego Bay, the ocean views from the balconies plus the words "spa", "yoga" and "children's village" drive my cursor towards "rates". While Half Moon's not an all?inclusive, it does offer packages at a similar price.

I picture myself in one of those beach chaises, sipping something boozy and fruity, while at my feet, sandcastling, my adorable pint-sizer beckons irresistibly to the lovely creatures strolling by.

But as take-off draws near, different visions seep in. How will the reality of our mealtime dialogue ? "Max, eat ? Max, eat!" ? and our still-in-progress toilet training ? "Why didn't you warn Daddy?" ? play in a luxury resort?

Will we spend meals locked in solitary parent-child kvetch in a dining room full of happily still-married families or the candlelit and childfree? Will I have the time or energy for such metrosexual concerns as whether these trunks make me look fat, or will I just feel like mainlining pina colada when Max finally succumbs to his nap?

During the 10-minute drive to Half Moon from Montego Bay airport, Max finally conks out in the cab, while I think I should feel guiltier about the shanties lining the road. But after five hours of travel with a three-year-old, I can feel only relief when Half Moon's wrought-iron gates open on to palm-lined, manicured lawns, tennis courts, pools, a fleet of golf carts silently swishing.

Max stroller-snoozes through check-in at the resort's breathtaking post-colonial plantation house. I sense the gaze of a lone young blonde woman with a Fendi bag thumbing unnaturally through some flyers. Then sense a husky husband hovering into view. Never mind, early days.

Max wakes up in time for the golf cart ride to our room. One of the great pluses of Half Moon is that its rooms are housed in a series of two-storey villas, staggered to afford each inhabitant the feeling of an exclusive slice of ocean.

It takes a moment to realise our second-floor suite is really ours: marble floors, high ceilings, regal sofas ? classic, rich, and decidedly ungeneric. A cot for Max will soon make its way from the living room ("Daddy, I'm scared." "Of what?" "Dinosaurs.") to the bedroom, next to the massive four-poster, freshly sprinkled with purple flower petals.

The strain of travel drains away as it dawns on me and Max simultaneously that in this lush setting we will have each other's attention exclusively for a relaxed week. No rushing, no daycare, no work, no obligations. Suddenly giddy, we launch into a bed-bouncing, petal-strewing, pillow-fighting romp that lasts until a demure knock on the door signals evening turndown.

At the weekly beach party, there are tiki torches and a reggae band, a buffet with every kind of surf and turf.

"Just the two of you? Is Mom in the room?" "No, she isn't." I sip my drink and assess that there are only couples and families present, which seems relaxing at this point. Max wastes no time channelling his favourite animated car movie hero for the benefit of a dark-haired beauty his age at the next table.

"I'm Lightning McQueen, the famous race car. Kick it into overdrive! Kachow!" She looks terrified but interested. Well, as long as one of us scores ?

The next day, after brunch (to the waitress's "Just the two of you?" Max happily says, "Daddy, there's just the two of us!"), we take in the sun on inflatables in a long curvy pool, Max savouring his new pirate persona: "Move along scurvy dog!" We order daiquiris at the swim-up pool bar, his virgin, mine less so.

The days drift seamlessly together. I feel us becoming a familiar fixture, my frequently heard paternal cry doesn't seem to be bothering anyone ? running down the lush, manicured walkways, "Maxie!", running along the beach, "Maxie!", transferring our pirate game to the ocean, "Maxie!". In the dining rooms, Max is given special attention by the staff, and the patrons all seem to beam with tolerance at the tableau of me chasing him round the tables.

In the end, I barely use the children's village, with its charming and caring staff, which seemed such an important feature of the resort. OK, once or twice I avail myself for an hour or two so I can head to the spa for a truly divine massage ? but by and large I'm actually having too good a time with my kid to feel like parking him anywhere.

"Daddy," my son says to me a few days in, "can we not never go away from Jamaica?"

And as I look at them, the couples and the families ? bless them for their tolerance ? the nervous newly- or not-quite-weds in their 20s and 30s, the snoozy couples beyond, it dawns on me that Max and I might just be the happiest couple in Montego Bay.

? The Half Moon Jamaica (halfmoon.rockresorts.com) has superior rooms from �250 a night. Virgin Atlantic (virgin-atlantic.com) has return flights from Gatwick to Montego Bay from �517


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Great Green Wall to Stop Sahel Desertification | Julio Godoy

The wall envisioned by 11 African countries on the southern border of the Sahara, and their international partners, is aimed at limiting the desertification of the Sahel zone

Imagine a green wall ? 15km wide, and up to 8,000km long ? a living green wall of trees and bushes, full of birds and other animals. Imagine it just south of the Sahara, from Djibouti in the Horn of Africa in the east, all the way across the continent to Dakar, Senegal, in the west.

The building of this pan-African Great Green Wall (GGW) was approved by an international summit this week in the former German capital Bonn, a side event of the joint conference of the committees on science and technology and for the review of the implementation of the UN Convention to Combat Desertification (UNCCD).

The GGW, as conceived by the 11 countries located along the southern border of the Sahara, and their international partners, is aimed at limiting the desertification of the Sahel zone. It will also be a catalyst for a multifaceted international economic and environmental programme.

The Sahel zone is the transition between the Sahara in the north and the African savannas in the south, and includes parts of Burkina Faso, Chad, Djibouti, Eritrea, Ethiopia, Mali, Mauritania, Niger, Nigeria, Senegal and Sudan.

The GGW initiative initially involved the planting of a 15km-wide forest belt across the continent, with a band of vegetation as continuous as possible, but rerouted if necessary to skirt around obstacles such as streams, rocky areas and mountains ? or to link inhabited areas.

During the meeting in Bonn, the Global Environment Facility (GEF) confirmed its promise to allocate up to $115m to support the construction of the green wall. Other international development institutions also made investment pledges to support building the wall, of up to $3bn.

The GEF ? formed by 182 member governments, numerous international institutions, non-governmental organisations and the private sector ? provides grants to developing countries and those with economies in transition for projects related to biodiversity, climate change, international waters, land degradation and the like.

"The Green Wall should be seen as a metaphor for the co-ordination of a variety of international projects, for economic development, environmental protection, against desertification, and to support political stability in the heart of Africa," said Boubacar Ciss�, African co-ordinator for the UN secretariat against desertification.

The GGW was first proposed in the 1980s by Thomas Sankara, then head of state in Burkina Faso, as a means to stop the growing of the Sahara. The idea was voiced again about 20 years later by the then Nigerian president, Olusegun Obasanjo, who presented it to the African Union (AU) in 2005.

Since then, the project has gained international support outside Africa.

The GGW would have numerous advantages. Other than stopping desertification and erosion, the wall would protect water sources, such as Lake Chad, which has been drying up for decades, and restore or create habitats for biodiversity.

In addition, the wall would provide energy resources; fruit, vegetables and other foodstuffs; support local economic development; and even political stability in the whole region, said Daniel Andr�, of the UNCCD.

"The construction of the Great Green Wall across Africa should be the motor for international co-operation, both at the national and at the communal level, with the objective of fighting poverty," Andr�, who is from Senegal, told IPS.

"The objective of the project is more than stopping desertification," he added. "It goes straight to the heart of the fight against poverty: it must provide people across the continent with an economic perspective to stop the youth migrating from the region, it must provide the region with a cushion against climate change, and by so doing also help to restore political stability."

Andr� said that political stability is most important now, given the present political turmoil in the Arab world ? an immediate neighbour to all 11 countries involved in the construction of the GGW.

Bernd Wirtzfeld, of the German ministry for economic co-operation and development, said that international donors were ready to support the project.

"In its current design, GGW is much more than its name or its trajectory suggest," said Richard Escadafal, chair of the French Scientific Committee on Desertification. "Its aim is to ensure the planting and integrated development of economically interesting drought-tolerant plant species, water retention ponds, agricultural production systems and other income-generating activities, as well as basic social infrastructures," Escadafal said.

Escadafal also pointed out that beyond the technical problems associated with the initiative, "its success considerably depends on the social setting in which these plant propagation and tree planting projects are conducted".

"Projects in which reforestation was put in practice without the participation of local inhabitants were almost always limited and non-sustainable," Escadafal warned. "When farmers' rights and what they could hope to get back from their labour remain uncertain, technical efforts to select the best species, to enable them to develop properly in modern nurseries using advanced planting techniques, could generate some good results, but only in the short term."


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Interview: Anthony Mackie

Anthony Mackie talks about breaking through barriers, rebuilding New Orleans, and why he hates Hollywood hype

Anthony Mackie is recounting the two things he told his agency when they first took him on. He strikes his hand on his thigh as he reiterates them: "One, the importance of being a black actor in this business. And two, the importance of theatre to an actor in this business."

They might seem comprehensible enough, but the 31-year-old is now no longer just a black actor who does theatre. After his acclaimed performance as Sergeant JT Sanborn, a bomb-disposal sergeant, in Kathryn Bigelow's Oscar-sweeping The Hurt Locker, he is now a movie star in an industry whose record on race is notoriously fraught. Vanity Fair came under fire last year for putting only white women on the cover for its annual Hollywood issue. This year, Mackie was the only black man to be included. No wonder that there are certain expectations placed on him.

The difficulty of negotiating these hit home last year, when he starred in a Broadway production of Martin McDonagh's new play, A Behanding in Spokane. He played Toby, a con artist attempting to sell a human hand to a white supremacist, played by Christopher Walken. Although the script was strewn with racial slurs, it was the stereotypical characterisation of Mackie's character that the critics really decried. Hilton Als, a black writer and the New Yorker's theatre critic, was among the incensed. "I don't know a single self-respecting black actor who wouldn't feel shame and fury while sitting through Martin McDonagh's new play," he wrote. "The sad fact is that, in order to cross over, most black actors of Mackie's generation must act black before they're allowed to act human."

"There are a lot of limitations and stigmas that are placed on young actors, specifically young black actors," Mackie concedes, "but I think there's a way of breaking out of that if you keep yourself open to the fold. You can't limit yourself. I've done a bunch of movies where they were written for white actors or they were written for just an actor."

Mackie was born in 1979 into a large, middle-class family in New Orleans. He describes his older brothers as "guardian angels". "Every time I nearly got kicked out of school or every time I got in trouble, they've always been there for me." As a kid, he wanted to be an engineer, like his eldest, award-winning, professor brother Calvin.

"I wanted to redesign New York," he smiles. "The design sucks, it's like a whole city built on stilts, first of all, and second of all, nothing works!" But then he enrolled at an after-school centre, the New Orleans Centre for Creative Arts, and read Shakespeare.

"You had this old white dude, 500 years ago, on the other side of the globe, writing about what was going on in my life," he says. "It's like, wow, these are kinda universal themes. It made me want to see the world." King Lear was the first he read and, he says, "it kind of changed my perspective on race, on the world, on everything".

After seeing Shakespeare in performance, he says: "I was tripped out by it. At that moment, I knew that I wanted to do theatre and I wanted to be an actor. And this was way before movies and shit like that ? I never thought I would be where I am in my career today. So, you know," he chuckles, "it kinda worked out."

Bigelow, the director who cast him in The Hurt Locker, tells me: "What caught my attention about Anthony in the first place was his easy magnetism, an effortless charisma and nimble intellect. The character of Sanborn required both gravitas and vulnerability which seemed almost effortless for Anthony." Lou Bellamy, who directed Mackie in Ma Rainey's Black Bottom at the Kennedy Centre in Washington, complains: "I've since tried on several occasions to lure him back to the stage, but his movie commitments have made it impossible. One can easily see why he is in such great demand ? there's always a bit of danger in the performance."

On screen, he has a shrewd intensity but in person he's expansive and jovial. He laughs a lot ? a booming, body-shaking guffaw at odds with his delicate features, wary eyes and the tough set to his jaw. Sitting on the 30th floor of the Mandarin Oriental there's a spectacular view of New York at his feet and, reclining languidly in his chair, he's like a man confident in his destiny as a star.

"I've always thought that each individual was fated for something great," he says, "but it's our free will that fucks it up along the way. The choices that we make through our lives, the people who intersect us on our path kind of change what our fated destiny is. So some of us are lucky enough for the choices that we make to keep us on our path."

Fate is the central theme to his latest film, The Adjustment Bureau. Starring Matt Damon, it's a big-budget movie, based on a Philip K Dick story, in which people's destinies are decided, and orchestrated, by bureau agents in suits and trilbies. Mackie plays Harry Mitchell, an agent tasked with keeping Damon to his ordained "plan" and away from love interest Emily Blunt. The film's premise may lack credibility, but Mackie certainly doesn't: he's excellent at allowing his character's compassion to simmer beneath his professional composure.

The best thing about the film was shooting in New York, he says, and that in itself felt fateful. He recalls filming a scene in a bar in Red Hook, Brooklyn. "So I go outside and look around and I'm like, I used to live on this block. And I look up and sure enough my very first apartment was above the bar we were shooting in. I didn't even recognise it because the neighbourhood had changed so much. Everything that's happened in my life led me to this point. I'm back to my very first, awful apartment. I was, like, wow, I've come full circle."

Mackie was noticed 10 years ago, while studying at the Juilliard School in New York. He played the rapper Tupac Shakur in a student production of Up Against the Wind, which transferred to the New York Theatre Workshop. Critics lavished praise and he landed a part in Eminem's film, 8 Mile. More film roles followed, but, for Mackie, theatre is still the most powerful medium. "Theatre has that tangible aspect that film does not have," he says, with finality. "You see 'em, they're real people, right there!"

What would have made him a good engineer is also what makes him a great actor: his zeal for hands-on, physical engagement. When he's not acting, he's at work on his bar in Brooklyn. He's building it himself and that apparently keeps him sane. "Every time I get mad, I grab my hammer and make a bookshelf or something."

But he builds a role as thoroughly as he does those bookcases. For the Clint Eastwood-directed boxing film Million Dollar Baby, that meant getting beaten up by Morgan Freeman. "He kicked my ass!" he howls, in amused outrage. "He punched me. In. The. Face. He's a mean old dude."

But Freeman doled out advice along with the punches. Mackie was torn between an "awful, awful film? for a bucket of money", or a play "for 300 bucks a week". Freeman said, do the play. "'When Hollywood wants you they'll come get you,' he said. 'And when they come get you they'll pay for you. But right now, work on your craft.' And I did the play and subsequently every job I take I think back to that. I've got those words printed out and stuck on my wall."

Hollywood certainly wants him now. Future projects include biopics of Olympic athlete Jesse Owens and jazz cornettist Buddy Bolden. Does he feel any sense of obligation to bring great black stories to the screen?

"I do, I do. I definitely don't want to be perceived as a damn fool. The thing about it is that my family's very important to me and the way people perceive my family name is very important to me. That's the way it's been since I was a child ? I was always known as Willie Mackie's son. So, if I do something stupid, not only does it make me look stupid, it makes my dad look stupid."

His father needn't worry. Mackie admits that now, after The Hurt Locker, he's at a point "where people know the type of stuff I'm interested in and the type of stuff I'm not interested in". He has also, as he puts it, "realised what my path was and what my path wasn't". After filming, he stayed on in the Middle East for several weeks to travel. He calls it "a ground-shaking, spiritual experience". When he came back, "I just didn't get it", "it" being the fame side of things. "I didn't get why this was so important to everybody. I just don't understand how people can get so caught up in having their picture taken."

He solved this attack of disillusionment in a typically practical way. "I loaded up my truck, I moved back to New Orleans, built a house." He found going back to the devastation after hurricane Katrina predictably difficult. "The main levee bridge was in my back yard. We lost more than 50 homes in one neighbourhood. And the way Fema [Federal Emergency Management Agency] and the insurance companies have handled it is outrageous. I don't see it as a presidential problem, I don't see it as a governmental problem, I see it as a human being problem. You don't treat people like that."

His prevailing emotion, though, is pride. "Every time I go home now, I feel it with everybody who's stayed and rebuilt, the magnitude of we did it. Even when the federal government fucked us, we did it on our own. We're in a position where we can say we did it without your help, so kiss my ass."

He's got some advice for Obama, too. "Right now, he's become the great diplomat. He tries to make everyone happy, but I'm, like, president, sometimes you gotta tell people to fuck off. It's about time for him to stand up and just go real black for one interview and say, 'If you keep fucking with me, we gon' have problems.'"

Mackie is devoted to straight-talking, which is perhaps why "this nebulous idea of celebrity" and getting lost in it is so alarming to him. He says he stays away from the public eye. It's rare, he says, that he gets recognised as himself. Instead, he claims that he's mistaken for his friend, Jamie Hector of The Wire, on average "once a day".

And do you go along with it?

"Yes! I sign autographs, I take pictures, everything. I mean, I've read blogs where it's, like, "Oh, I met Jamie, he's the nicest guy in the world" and I'm like, 'Yes he is, ha ha ha!'"

Perhaps he's too nice to cope with Hollywood and all that it brings. He better enjoy the mistaken identity while he still can ? it probably won't last much longer.


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