I’ve just been to the Cafe over the road for my lunchtime ration of soup and toast, as a man of routine I have the same every day and today it is Potato and Leek. There is a bloke in there who is eating a burger with a fork, not only that but he is… Continue reading Ronnie Barker wasn’t that funny
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The NHS and negative nationalism
I have fractured my ankle, not seriously but enough for it to be in a cast for the next four weeks. And a great cast it is too, bright orange plastic set off with a smart little black bootie. Nice. The handiwork was carried out by a nurse at Kings College Hospital in Denmark Hill,… Continue reading The NHS and negative nationalism
Crowe in cuffs!!
I brought the Daily Mirror yesterday simply because I liked the picture of Russell Crowe in Handcuffs on the front cover. He was sporting cool shades, and a slightly pissed off look that had about it a certain amount of inevitability. I’m taken with the idea of people not being able to change what is… Continue reading Crowe in cuffs!!
Jemma, Natasha and Jade
I spotted The Sun this morning at the station and was curious to see what three nice looking young girls where doing on the front cover clutching their offspring. It didn’t take long to realise they where today’s scapegoat, the latest figures of hate for ‘The currant bun’ to point and sneer at on behalf… Continue reading Jemma, Natasha and Jade
New Labour is right to treat the media with contempt
A lot has been made of the way in which New Labour controls the media so as to present itself in a favourable manner. There are two reasons why I think this is entirely justified. Firstly, in an age of electronic communication where images can be flashed around the globe in seconds, appearance is vitally… Continue reading New Labour is right to treat the media with contempt
The end of the road for the Guardian and me
It’s been on the cards for a while and a long time coming, but it is today that signals the end of the road for the Guardian and me. I’ve been reading the Guardian steadily for about 12 years, sometimes on a daily basis and at others just a few times a month. It’s been… Continue reading The end of the road for the Guardian and me
Tracksuits Vs The Daily Mail
The woman opposite me on the train is reading The Daily Mail, flicking through it leisurely reading the strap lines and looking at the pictures of angry white people from the home counties – I paid, I want, I deserve, I need. She’s eating Snack a Jacks which are low in fat but have made… Continue reading Tracksuits Vs The Daily Mail
Prostitution in Sheffield
I watched a bit of TV before I went to bed last night, Britain’s Streets of Vice, presented by the pious Sally Magnusson. Only the BBC would have a joyous Songs of Praise presenter front a program about something deemed so unholy. Like the program before it, Skint, it provides BBC viewers like myself with… Continue reading Prostitution in Sheffield
A VC for Johnson Beharry
Fantastic to see Private Johnson Beharry, a young black foot soldier from South London, awarded the Victoria Cross For his acts of bravery. The right wing tabloid press fell over themselves to print the biggest headline, strange that not long ago they were using the same hysteria to heap hate on immigrants. Now one of… Continue reading A VC for Johnson Beharry
The Army are not to blame
The humiliating treatment handed out to Iraqi prisoners of war by a handful of British soldiers last year was, and still is, a shameful disgrace. There are no two ways to look at the final result, it’s embarrassing and potentially dangerous for both Great Britain and the British Army. That’s even before we even get… Continue reading The Army are not to blame