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We cannot deny that we have now arrived at that ugly saturation point of fame, so presciently identified by Andy Warhol, and, agonising as it is to be presented with ceaseless hours of – is the term Z-list celebrity any longer valid? Aren’t they all now so devalued by their ubiquity that they are (we … Continue reading 17th Oct – we’ll catch a runt and put him in a punt, and then we’ll let him go.
At about this time of year, every year, the twelve-year-olds who produce our radio & TV, news and current affairs shows, seem unable to resist the lure of the cheap win provided by an item about the change in the weather, as summer gives way to autumn. And when they do, they ALWAYS quote the … Continue reading 23rd Sept – Pennies in a stream. Falling leaves of sycamore
Apologies for my presence. If you recall, we came home at just before the General Election, full of plans and excitedly anticipating the future. All scuppered, of course – the failure in some part down to personal inefficiencies; in other ways by the deceit of others. All of it, ultimately sending us in an entirely … Continue reading 8th Sept – Fever in the funk house now.
The acceptable face of General Election betting. #seeyounextthursday
I have always thought that our manager, Gareth Southgate, so long lauded by our media now, was palpably unfit for the job. I have held this view since, day 1, match 1. His main attribute seems to be deference.
Or, if you don’t like that as a final line, you can use, Pod lives on the mountain, and skips to Mace, to buy a present for his friend, Kristina. Whichever you prefer really; it’s entirely up to you.
And don’t they make a welcome contrast to the other national event that is taking place in the UK at the moment; where so many people are suddenly talking about their love of their nation, and the greater good for all of us, and do it all without the slightest notion of how utterly transparently vulgar and disingenuous they seem to the rest of us?
I’m starting at the Tudors, leaving everything that happened before 1500 to the English department, since the version we all believe was made up by Shakespeare.
And from there, it’d have been but a small leap to assert that’s why we’re so easily beguiled by those who promise us a revealed wisdom: Christians; sales assistants; cult leaders, Elon Musk, Catherine the Great, Rylan.
It need not be a task that eats into their busy schedules: whereas the writer of Red Eye has had his arse handed to him on a plate; Tony Schumaker, the writer of Responder, should be nominated for a BAFTA, would suffice.
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