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Where do you go AFTER you’ve dumbed down?

Jesus Harold Christ.

The Harry Potter Bugle:

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It’s the first week of February.  It’s snowing.  Get over it.

Auntie:

HAVE YOUR SAY
Are you coping with the bad weather?

No, I’m not.  It’s making me anxious.  I’m not sleeping.  I may slash my wrists because it’s the first week of February and it’s snowing.

Fucksake.

Evolution did not end with us growing thumbs – you do know that, right?

How pathetic is this?

Sir David Attenborough has revealed that he receives hate mail from viewers for failing to credit God in his documentaries. In an interview with this week’s Radio Times about his latest documentary, on Charles Darwin and natural selection, the broadcaster said: “They tell me to burn in hell and good riddance.”

Almost 15 long years on from the man’s death, it reminds me of something…

And we kissed, as though nothing could fall

Not for the first time, the Minister finds himself cast adrift.

A solitary man.

I am a rock.

I am, indeed, an island.

For while critics, audiences and judging panels the length and breadth of the (western) world can’t get enough of Slumdog Millionaire, I sat through it on Saturday afternoon wondering when the Oscar-worthy film would begin.

The Minister’s Wife thought it was wonderful.

Everyone seems to think it’s wonderful.

The Minister, though, thinks it’s a poorly-plotted, badly-scripted, erratically-acted drone through an over-familiar story that has been photographed by someone with a pronounced tremor, lit by someone with cataracts and edited by someone with ADD.

The Minister contends that had this movie been set anywhere “conventional” it would have been met with the same criticism that was thrown at Baz Luhrmann’s William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet – ie that Danny Boyle has taken a hackneyed and melodramatic story and added layer upon layer of loud music, bright lights and overenthusiastic editing to create something less than the sum of its parts in a desperate attempt to appeal to the groovy hipster cats.

It didn’t help that I saw it while under the weather and it didn’t help that I saw it in a multiplex screen whose front tweeter speaker wasn’t working, so some parts of the dialogue were muddied and flat.  But even putting that to one side, I just didn’t like the movie, didn’t connect with any of the characters, felt the child actors were – how shall I put this kindly? – not very good and sat there for two hours thinking that I could be doing something far more constructive like taking painkillers and sleeping.

(At this stage I should add that we saw Frost/Nixon before Slumdog Millionaire and, while it was a little stagey – inevitably – and made one wonder when Michael Sheen is going to play roles that don’t involve watching old videos, I thought it a fine all-round piece of film-making.)

On the whole, I like Danny Boyle.  I really like 28 Days LaterShallow Grave and Trainspotting are good movies.  Millions is solid enough, though a little preachy.  I even quite like (small) parts of A Life Less Ordinary and The Beach.  (I haven’t seen Sunshine.)

Part of Boyle’s appeal to me is that the plots of most of those movies have some quirk or hook that make them at least a little bit different from so much of the dross piped by Hollywood into our eyeballs.  For me, Slumdog Millionaire falls flat because there is no such quirk or hook other than the location of the story.

If an Indian movie depicted poverty and the underclass in Britain in the same way that Boyle depicts Mumbai, the Daily Mail would be demanding the director’s extradition and questions in the House.

(And, while I don’t wish to suggest that parts of our towns and cities have anything like the grinding poverty of the developing world, let’s not forget that hundreds of thousands of children in the world’s fifth richest Clusterfuck To The Poor House nevertheless still grow up in what equates with the United Nations’ definition of “poverty”.)

The Daily Express would accuse the film of glamourising a culture of violence and gang warfare.

The Sun might notice that the poor aspire to subsistence and that wealth is a dream for other, more affluent people.  (It would, however, illustrate the point with a photograph of a young woman’s breasts.)

The Daily Telegraph would take glee in pointing out that gambling is a vice, not an aspiration, and that intellect, education, application and creativity are more reliable ways of earning a living than taking part in game shows.  It would accuse the film-makers of displaying shocking naivety in the face of a massively complicated problem.

Boyle’s heart is undoubtedly in the right place – the Minister’s Wife, usually a fairly reliable source, assures me that the child actors will receive an education and the benefit of a trust fund as a result of their participation in the movie – but the Slumdog Millionaire, I contend, wears the Emperor’s new clothes.

Not for the first time, style has prevailed over substance and the Minister is nonplussed.

Curate’s Egg

Chapter One

So this is very good news:

An atheist UK bus campaign which uses the slogan “There’s probably no God” does not breach the advertising code, a watchdog has ruled.

The Advertising Standards Authority said it assessed 326 complaints. Some claimed the wording was offensive to people who followed a religion.

But the body concluded the adverts were unlikely to mislead or cause widespread offence and closed the case.

HAHAHAHAHA, ALPHA COURSE DRONES!!!

Chapter Two

And this is very good news:

Ministers have shelved plans to exempt MPs’ expenses details from the Freedom of Information Act, after the Tories and Lib Dems said they would fight it.

Prime Minister Gordon Brown said the government had thought it had cross-party agreement but would now “continue to consult on the matter”.

Campaigners said it was a victory for “people power” after a web protest.

The Conservatives accused ministers of a “U-turn” while the Lib Dems said it was a “humiliating climbdown”.

MPs were due to vote on Thursday on plans to exempt their expenses from the Freedom of Information (FOI) Act.

Well, well, well.  Perhaps Arrivederci Gordon listened to Barry’s inauguaration address?

Those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account – to spend wisely, reform bad habits and do our business in the light of day – because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

What’s that?  Oh…

Labour MPs were to be ordered to vote through the changes, while the Tories and Lib Dems said they would instruct their MPs to vote against them.

Mr Brown was challenged about it by two Tory backbenchers at prime minister’s questions who asked why there “should there be one law for the people and another for politicians”.

At the start of PMQs Mr Brown told MPs there would be a free vote on the matter.

He said: “We thought we had agreement on the Freedom of Information Act as part of this wider package.”

“Recently that support that we believed we had from the main opposition party was withdrawn. On this particular matter, I believe all-party support is important and we will continue to consult on that matter.”

But less than an hour later the government said the plan would be shelved.

The Minister’s Parliamentary representative, one of the New Labour Cannon Fodder and a man I am sure I have slated before, had written in Sunday’s local newspaper about this vote before it was announced that Arrivederci had – to use the phrase du jour – “bottled it”.

MPs expenses are published annually and can be viewed by anyone on the web. The proposal considered this Thursday will improve this system and result in more detailed information being published, for instance, not just the overall cost of a London flat, but the amounts claimed for furniture etc. The proposals also close a dangerous loophole arising from the Freedom of Information judgement last year which would have resulted in wide availability of the addresses of MP’s London accommodation. This would have been helpful information for burglars, terrorists and nutters and I believe that it is sensible to withhold such details. What will not be withheld is the amount of money claimed. I am very much in support of clear information being made available so that my constituents can judge for themselves how I use the legitimate expenses of doing my job.

So now we know.  It’s all about nutters.

How very true that is, albeit in a manner my honourable friend perhaps did not anticipate.

Chapter Three

But this is a big, steaming crock of shit.

Britain’s train operators face a “potentially devastating” blow from the economic downturn and need government assistance to stave off disaster, public transport chiefs warned ministers yesterday.

The heads of the five largest train companies – Stagecoach, National Express, Go-Ahead, Arriva and FirstGroup – urged the transport secretary, Geoff Hoon, to consider shortening trains, rewriting the financial terms of franchise agreements and putting up state funding for an extra 1,000 staff across the rail network.

The unprecedented call for state help came in a meeting with Hoon in which the rail operators warned that rail contracts forged during an economic boom could soon become untenable.

Few things annoy the Minister more than the grasping scumballs who trouser massive public subsidies to run the “privatised” railways, while fleecing rail passsengers for every last brass farthing they possess, before announcing massive profits, paying out millions in dividends and awarding themselves huge bonusses for getting a packed train 100 miles in more time than it used to take when things ran on steam.

The very fattest of cats, next to whom Garfield stands in order to look slimmer.

While I would gladly throttle numpties like Sir Fred Goodwin and Sir Win Bischoff until just before the moment they expire, I am not sure I would let go quite so soon where the Chairmen and CEOs of “rail franchise operators” are concerned.

Given the staggering amount of tax I already pay, and the Godknowshowmuch amount of tax I am going to have to pay in the future to fund the current fashion of “£20 billion here, £30 billion there”, if a single penny more goes to this bunch of Chancers I might just go into meltdown.

Auntie’s Bloomers

Laugh?  I nearly paid my licence fee.

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I don’t want to start any blasphemous rumours, but…

Ahem.

The advertising regulator has received more than 50 complaints that an atheist ad campaign, proclaiming “There is probably no God. Now stop worrying and enjoy your life”, is offensive to Christians and other religions that believe in a single God.

Stephen Green, the national director of Christian Voice, is among those who have complained to the Advertising Standards Authority, arguing that the atheist campaign broke the advertising code on the grounds of substantiation and truthfulness.

The ASA has received 57 complaints about the Atheist Bus Campaign which launched earlier this week on buses throughout England, Scotland and Wales, as well as the London underground.

The complainants claim the ad campaign is offensive to Christians and those of other monotheistic religions.

Green said: “It is given as a statement of fact and that means it must be capable of substantiation if it is not to break the rules.”

Let’s see now…

probably, adverb, almost certainly
Chambers 21st Century Dictionary

probably
–adverb
in all likelihood; very likely: He will probably attend.
Random House Dictionary

probably
adv.   Most likely; presumably.
The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language

probably
adverb
1.     with considerable certainty; without much doubt; “He is probably out of the country”
2.     easy to believe on the basis of available evidence; “he will probably win the election”
Princeton University WordNet

Probably
adv. In a probable manner; in likelihood.
Webster’s Revised Unabridged Dictionary

Mr. Green: I think you should probably/almost certainly/without much doubt fuck right off.

Thought For The Day

Why can’t anyone – this is always surprising me – why can’t any American politician criticise Israel in any way for their behaviour?  I’m watching these shows and there’s not one person going, “Jeez, this is kind of complex. Yeah, Hamas is a bad actor – they shouldn’t be throwing missiles.  But gosh, you know, the treatment of the Palestinian people for the past 50 years?  Not so nice, either.”  It seems like it’s a more complicated situation than is portrayed [by American politicians and the American media].

- Jon Stewart, The Daily Show, 5 January 2009

Video here.

No Irish (except Wogan), No Blacks, No Dogs

Unbelievable.

{Programme Name:}   Sarah Kennedy
{Transmission Date:}  19 – 11 – 08

{Comments:}
At around 7.10am on 19 November, Sarah Kennedy wondered how, given that ‘so many Muslims are called Mohammed’, teachers could differentiate between them in class.  Mohammed is indeed a fairly common Muslim name, but Sarah is a fairly common English name – indeed, I was once in a class with two Sarahs.  My teacher then differentiated between them by calling them ‘Sarah A’ and ‘Sarah M’, cunningly using the first letter of their surnames.  Why would or should this be any different with Muslims or children called Mohammed?  Does Ms. Kennedy consider Muslims to be special cases in some way?  I consider Ms. Kennedy’s singling out of Muslims in this manner to be – at best – passively racist.

Ms. Kennedy has form in this area and regularly comes out with ‘ambiguous’ statements that are open to misinterpretation: indeed, just a few moments before this comment Ms. Kennedy needlessly announced a record by Tanita Tikaram (born in Germany, grew up in Basingstoke) in the sort of mock Indian accent that I thought had died with Peter Sellars.

Given the new puritanism currently sweeping the BBC (and Radio 2 in particular) please can the BBC explain why this sort of output is considered appropriate?

Regards,

[The Minister]

From:  reception@bbc.co.uk
To:    [The Minister] Date:  Sat, 27 Dec 2008 5:54 PM

Dear [Minister]

Thanks for your e-mail regarding the ‘Sarah Kennedy’ programme.

Firstly, I should apologise for the delay in getting back to you. We realise that our correspondents appreciate a quick response and I’m therefore sorry that you’ve had to wait on this occasion.

I understand that you were offended by comments made by Sarah during the programme concerning children with the name Mohammed. I note that your concerns lie with her comments as to how teachers would differentiate between the many children with this name and that you feel that Muslim children were being singled out in this instance.

The editor responsible for this show passes on the programme’s apologies for any offence caused. He has also spoken to Sarah about this.

I can assure you that your complaint has been registered on our audience log. This is a daily report of audience feedback that’s circulated to many BBC staff, including members of the BBC Executive Board, channel controllers and other senior managers.

Thanks again for taking the time to contact us with your feedback.

Regards

[name removed to protect the innocent] BBC Complaints
____________________________
www.bbc.co.uk/complaints

Free Deirdre Rashid

Stop the presses, we’ve a late entry for Cultural Nadir.

A woman has left her job!

She must be a very important woman in a very important job because Arrivederci Gordon and Posh Boy Dave both deemed the event important enough to record farewell messages for her.

Arrivederci Gordon opined: “Congratulations on the support that you’ve won throughout the country.”

PBD said: “The sofa will never be the same without you.”

Support throughout the country?  A departure that means the end of comfy chairs as we know them?

Who can this be?  A senior Ikea designer?

Oh, it’s Fiona Phillips from GMTV.

So the voluntary departure of an overpaid woman barely anybody knows from a programme barely anybody watches (1.1 million viewers each day is not exactly up there with The Morecambe & Wise Christmas Show 1977 is it?) is deemed worthy of political comment.

Our economy is in meltdown; our armed forces are engaged in the illegal occupation of another sovereign state; and the planet is melting.  Yet our “leaders” (sic) have got enough time to tit around like this.

It’s your vote in 2009: cast it wisely.

Balls the size of water melons

For the first time in ages, I think I’m speechless.

The outgoing US vice-president, Dick Cheney, last night gave an unapologetic assessment of his eight years in office, defending the invasion of Iraq, the US prison camp at Guantánamo Bay, secret wiretapping and the extreme interrogation method known as waterboarding.

In his first television interview since the presidential election in November, Cheney displayed no regrets and gave no ground to his many critics within America and around the world. He summed up his record by saying: “I think, given the circumstances we’ve had to deal with, we’ve done pretty well.”

The last time I saw chutzpah like this, Liberace was still alive.