This has been a long-running debate among shareholders as CEOs leapfrog each other in the

This has been a long-running debate among shareholders as CEOs leapfrog each other in the game of “my package is bigger than yours”.
More importantly, it is stated that ITV’s boss, Charles Allen, takes home £1.8m. Why? Because deregulation has allowed media conglomerates to accumulate extraordinary economic and political power. To ITV, Charles Allen’s package is relative “chicken feed” but to us humble mortals it seems a king’s ransom.Corporate greed has now spilled over into public service as ex-ministers and their advisers dip their noses into the corporate trough; if you work for the Government in an area of commercial interest you have a meal ticket for life almost irrespective of competence. Nobody seems quite sure what the terrible thing was that Materazzi said to Zidane in the World Cup final, so terrible that Zidane lost his rag and butted him to the ground Some say he had called Zidane an Arab terrorist Others say he had called Zidane’s sister a whore… When he’s removed from office, I can suggest a perfect use for his cowboy costume – Mr Prescott could retrain as a croupier.

I’m sure Mr Anschutz can incorporate a John Wayne room if his casino bid is successful

More from Janet Street-Porter. Where do you imagine Prezza was planning to wear this ludicrous ensemble? I can’t imagine he will be pitching up for a spot of line-dancing in his constituency in Hull, or sporting it to accompany Pauline when she does the weekly shop at Asda. He played at the Tower of London Music Festival earlier this week, with the blues legend Buddy Guy, looking and sounding just as terrific as he did when he replaced Eric Clapton in the Yardbirds in 1966. Perhaps it sits in mothballs, ready for the lavish opening ceremonies for Mr Anschutz’s supercasino down in Docklands. He’s playing festivals in Berlin this weekend and Japan next week, proving that quality still sells.* I would love to see Mr Prescott kitted up in his handcrafted Wild West outfit, complete with Stetson, a silver personalised “JP” belt, and cowboy boots.

Best of all was the 14-Hour Technicolour Dream at Alexandra Palace in London in 1967, a fund-raiser for the alternative newspaper International Times, which had been closed down by the Obscene Publications Squad. Pink Floyd topped the bill, and the atmosphere was electric – the crowd were so stoned they started chanting “jump, jump, jump” when a young man, clearly off his head from LSD, started inching along the parapet high above us.Syd was a tragic victim of the era, but many other musicians I used to go and see have carried on brilliantly Take Jeff Beck, an icon whom time has not changed one iota. I remember my husband Tim concocting a light show with liquids between glass slides to provide a psychedelic backdrop for the band in Bristol, and at the UFO club in Tottenham Court Road. Tom Stoppard’s new play, Rock’n'Roll, at the Royal Court, refers to Syd and on the day he died the show ended with a silent tribute.In late 1966 or early 1967, I would go and see Pink Floyd rehearse in a large empty room in Cromwell Road, west London They were inspirational. The developers just went straight to John Prescott, who overruled the local council within a fortnight. The turbines will be visible for at least 15 miles, right inside the Yorkshire Dales National Park. Well done, John! Surely the future for wind power lies in encouraging people to use less electricity and in the Government taking a lead by declaring they are going to cut their consumption by at least 10 per cent a year?Farewell and shine on…The death of Syd Barrett has resulted in an outpouring of affection for a rock legend.