It’s Just One Depressing Scandal After Another

There seems to have been an incredible amount going on in the news, politics especially, in the last few months, which has made it difficult for me to keep up blogging wise. Usually because I see a story that I’m interested in, think ‘oh I’ll write about that when I get time’ and by the time I actually have the time another scandal has erupted gloriously across the online media world.

Just recently we have gone from celebrities avoiding tax, to potential O-level re-introduction, children abandoned in pubs, EU referendum talk, Libor scandal, police cuts, people setting themselves on fire outside the Job Centre, the Queen meeting Martin McGuinness, Lords reform, Chloe Smith getting offered up as a human sacrifice, ongoing Leveson enquiry et al

In simple terms, ‘it’s all kicking off’. I can’t help that remember when Brown was PM the lead story for days was that he called a woman a ‘bit bigoted’, actually Gillian Duffy seems to have cropped up in the news too recently, add immigration to the list of recent stories. Whilst we’re on that subject can we just get over that remark? I noted that as Gillian Duffy’s name began trending on Twitter recently several people furiously took to their keyboards to express how the incident was a perfect reminder of how much contempt Brown had for ordinary people and his supporters. Umm.. musing that you think somebody seemed a tad bigoted isn’t that bad, nor is it contemptuous, it’s not like he got in the car and ranted that she was a ‘fucking bitch’ or anything really offensive. He apologised, job done.

What was probably the most entertaining moment, in a depressing batch of news stories and example after example of government incompetence, was when David Cameron went to town on Jimmy Carr over his tax avoidance, practically falling over himself to have a go at the comedian and denounce his actions as ‘morally wrong’. Then promptly shutting up when it emerged that Tory-supporting chums like Gary (Fat Boy) Barlow, Tory-donor Lord Ashcroft and the PM’s own father-in-law Lord Astor had used tax havens. Presumable tax-avoidance is only immoral if you’re not a fully devoted member, supporter or donor of the Conservative Party. Glad we cleared that up. The exceptional mismanagement of the situation only served to make Carr, who apologised and came out to take the flak, look sympathetic and Cameron to look incredibly stupid. He must be paying his PR chaps a fortune…

Right now I’m looking at the political headlines and we’re still on the Libor scandal and Bob Diamond’s resignation, as if we needed reassuring that the bankers were a bad lot, they’ve not exactly done themselves a lot of favours in the last few years. Maybe they’re using the same PR people as Cameron? Good old Tony Robinson has come to the conclusion that bankers are not human, which might explain something, worth a watch here, the best rant I’ve seen in recent times.

Back to the headlines and Ken Clarke seems to be banging on about how we’re ‘losing the war on drugs’. I wasn’t aware that we had declared a war, nor am I really convinced that Ken Clarke has any idea what he is saying on this issue.

Other headlines seem to concern what has become the standard of late: cuts, ‘reforms’, cuts, EU, cuts, banks. All rather depressing really and by the time I hit publish no doubt a new demoralising scandal will have emerged.

George Osborne: Don’t Stop Me Now – The Common People return

Another great video from the people who brought you this fabulous pre-election Common People spoof (warning: explicit lyrics if you are easily offended)

I wish I was Samantha Brick… with her acne and weight problems…

No, not really, but presumably that statement got your attention since she is suddenly the most popular name across the Interwebs. Also, I am not trying to be mean by mentioning her ‘acne’ and ‘weight’ problems, as you will see below these are things that Samantha has written about herself.

If you have been sheltering under a rock and missed Samantha’s article in the Daily Mail (lucky you) about how women hate her because she is just so damn hot then you can catch up on it here. You can also read the  follow-up article here.

Samantha Brick - 2010

It’s all quite clever really, the perfect formula for a ‘hit’ article. By ‘hit’ I don’t mean good, because it actually makes me despair for the quality of journalism, even by the Mail’s poor standards. What I mean by ‘hit’ is hugely popular, provoking numerous comments and discussion. In the article, Samantha describes how other women hate her because she is too attractive and they are jealous, she details the abundance of freebies her looks have gotten her over the years (champagne, flowers, free cab fares etc) and the harsh treatment she has received from all those nasty, not as good-looking and not as slim women because of this. Nice, yah-yah sisterhood!

The article is so ridiculous and contentious that it was obviously engineered to provoke a storm. Comments flooded in, from both men and women, mainly criticising Samantha for her arrogant attitude. Of course, in the follow-up article Samantha uses the storm she created to prove that her original article was right: women hate her because she is beautiful and that’s why they have left negative comments. Simple. This ignores the fact that many comments were left by men and is just generally a poor, illogical argument. Of course, I am now also opening myself to the same accusation, I am criticising Samantha and the article so I must also be suffering from a fit of jealousy, inspired by her wonderous beauty. I’m not. Whether you believe that or not is up to you (although please consider that I am in my mid-20′s and Samantha is in her 40′s) but the reason the article makes me dislike this woman is nothing to do with the accompanying pictures. I dislike her because she comes across as shallow, arrogant, condescending and makes it sound as though all women are shallow, jealous harpies who make friends based solely on looks and bully women they deem to be more attractive than themselves. She is basically insulting an entire gender.

Samantha, striking a more flattering pose in recent times

I am sure that there might be women out there who dislike other women heartily simply because they are better looking than themselves but this is not something I have  come across within my circles of friends and collegues. I know many women who I would describe as much better looking than Samantha (who don’t feel the need to bang on about it either) and they are lovely people, nor, mysteriously, do they get free flowers and champagne flung at them day-to-day.

What I find most interesting in all of this are the previous articles Samantha has written, which seem very at odds with the latest article. Her article history is as follows:

The adult acne epidemic – Forget teenagers – modern age lifestyles mean middle-aged women increasingly suffer the misery of bad skin - An article where Samantha laments her recurrent, adult acne outbreaks.

I use my sex appeal to get ahead at work.. and so does ANY woman with any sense - This article opens with the words,

The truth is, I’d much rather work for a man than a woman. I’ve always dressed with the express intention to please and gratify my male bosses in the workplace.

If I had a choice of how to spend my ideal lunch hour, it’s a no-brainer. Each and every time I’d choose to flirt over lunch with a male superior rather than engage in mindless gossip with the girls over a Pret sandwich.

Which rather contradicts her words in the recent article,

I’m not smug and I’m no flirt

Don’t eat anything that won’t fit on a fork: It’s the daftest diet idea ever, but it actually works - One of Samantha’s many articles obsessing on weight and diets where she describes her,

double chin, chunky thighs and spreading middle

I’m sure she looked fine but this statement is somewhat at odds with her descriptions of how people hate her because she is so slim and beautiful and how she has regularly been lavished with gifts “throughout my adult life” because of her beauty.

Would YOU let your husband dress you? Samantha does and says she never looked better.  Here Samantha describes how crap her dress sense was before her husband picked her outfits for her – again, isn’t this at odds with the whole “throughout my adult life” statement.

In her husband's chosen attire.

Skipping past the articles about IVF and pre-nups you move on to:

I’ll always be that fat girl: Samantha Brick has always obsessed about her weight… all because she was a chubby child. In this article Samantha claims she has been a Size 12 all her adult life (see next headline).

Samantha Brick: Why a magazine for large women is just a big, fat con (and I should know, I used to be a Size 16) - Liar, liar, pants of undetermined size on fire?

My husband says he’ll divorce me if I get fat. - Almost a creepy as the my husband dresses me headline…

How TV is run by sexist pigs who only want one thing (and it’s not ratings): The shocking inside account from a former TV executive.  - I’d like to refer once again to this quote,

The truth is, I’d much rather work for a man than a woman. I’ve always dressed with the express intention to please and gratify my male bosses in the workplace.

If I had a choice of how to spend my ideal lunch hour, it’s a no-brainer. Each and every time I’d choose to flirt over lunch with a male superior rather than engage in mindless gossip with the girls over a Pret sandwich.

How could a well-educated TV executive let her addiction to psychics cost her £25,000 and ruin her marriage? - This headline sort of speaks for itself…

I’ve missed out a few, including the one where Samantha is bitching happily about her husbands ex-wife but they can all be found here.

What you learn through looking through her article history is that Samantha regularly contradicts herself and basically just writes whatever she fancies to get a reaction, seemingly regardless of the truth. To be blunt, she writes utter bollocks but is clever enough to write something that will provoke a huge reaction and make her name famous, for about a week anyway. I could do the same by writing an article for a national paper about ‘how people hate me because I am super intelligent and they are dumb and if you disagree it’s cause you’re jealous cause you are dumb too’ or ‘why God hates you because you are gay’ or even ’how Hitler was a nice chap really’. Like Samantha, I’d be famous for a week or so, but afterwards, when all the hysteria died down, I’d just be that silly twat with no friends who wrote that untrue and offensive article that everyone talked about for a few days.

Honestly, I don’t personally think Samantha is stunning looking or mind-blowingly ’beautiful’. I think she is pleasantly attractive to look at but nothing extraordinary. I assume that she probably has (too) high levels of confidence which make her appear more attractive in person, as confidence does. What I find hugely unattractive is her personality, her belief that all the women who dislike her do so because they are simply uglier than her and her insistence that any negative comment towards her now just proves that she is right. I assume that this is actually why other women dislike her, if what she is saying about her bad experiences are actually true.

What is annoying is the reaction she has managed to provoke, she, and the Mail, have got the attention, the site hits, and comments they were looking for. What is more annoying is that I find myself compelled to join in on this argument (although part of the reason is I am hoping that due to the current popularity of anything Samantha Brick related this post will get me some good traffic. In effect I am unashamedly leaching of her undeserved popularity. Well, why not?).

The best thing (possibly only good thing) to come out of all this was probably this parody article where Nick Clegg bemoans why liberals hate him for seeming Tory. Worth a read.

Panic, petrol, pasties and pussycats… A perturbing week.

Oh I just love to alliterate…

Over the past week pretty much everybody I have spoken to has brought the same three issues up in conversation – petrol, pasties and George Galloway (unfortunately I cannot hear the name of the latter without picturing Rula Lenska stroking him and hearing those chilling words, ‘would you like me to be the cat?’ One of the more disturbing moments in the history of television). As I have (unforgivably) neglected this blog lately I thought I would jump on the bandwagon and air my opinions on these issues.

Petrol

'Was it something I said?'

So it all kicked of nicely on the 28th March when, in a moment of fabulous stupidity, Cabinet Office Minister Francis Maude thought it was a good idea to advise people to fill up their tanks and keep a jerry can of petrol handy in case of strike action. Why he thought this was a good idea is still a mystery, probably even to himself. Other members of the government then decided to blunder in to make matters worse, giving conflicting advice about how full people’s tanks should be (pretty damn full was the general consensus, if you were wondering) and many members of the public duly rushed out in panic to suck the pumps dry, followed by many others who heard of the panic and also panicked and so on ad infinitum (or at least until the petrol pumps ran out, as they did in many areas).

The Conservative Party reacted by trying to calm the situation, of course publishing a leaflet containing a scathing attack on tanker drivers. Well, well done…

People love a good panic, as the government know and quite clearly exploited for their own duplicitous means. The prospect of strike action had been looming benignly for some time, without any sort of panic, until Francis Maude opened his fat mouth causing chaos and a chain of causation that led to a woman in York suffering horrific burns when petrol she was decanting in her kitchen caught fire. The government deliberately engineered a run on the pumps in an attempt to discredit Unite the Union and, in turn, the Labour Party, who receive donations from Unite (at least Labour are open about donors, unlike the Conservatives and let’s face it, Labour don’t have a bevy of millionaire pals queuing up to donate like the Tories do so donations have to come from somewhere).

A quick question, whilst we’re on the Unions, – why do certain elements of the press and the Tories themselves try to make out that Trade Unions are some dark, secretive, mafia-like organisation who should be feared and loathed in equal measure? A Trade Union is, in the words of the Oxford English Dictionary:

noun

  • an organized association of workers in a trade, group of trades, or profession, formed to protect and further their rights and interests.

Yes, how very dare workers unite together to try and protect their own rights and interests and how dare they try and influence political parties to protect workers rights also. Shocking behaviour…

Today, William Hauge has crawled out from his lair (much like an aging cougar) to assert that the government have done a stand-up job of handling the crisis (this would be the crisis that they caused) by warning and preparing (the silly, complacent) public in case a strike does occur. What he fails to mention is that any strike action would take place after 7 days notice so it’s not as if you wouldn’t have a warning if one were to occur.

Unite assistant general secretary Diana Holland  has said:

We will not be calling Easter strike action as we focus on substantive talks through Acas. We do still retain the right to call strike action for after the Easter, should those talks break down.

It should be stressed that what we are seeking is reasonable and no more than what is in place elsewhere in the industry. There have been minimum standards governing the offshore oil industry since 2000 covering health and safety, training, and terms and conditions.

She added: “This is not a political dispute. It is an industrial dispute and the government’s recent rhetoric will not help us achieve a negotiated settlement. They must set aside their political objectives and work with us, the employers, retailers and oil companies to achieve an outcome that is good for the industry and the country.

 

Pasties

Hot and expensive, just how he likes it.

George Osborne’s proposal to impose VAT on freshly baked products, increasing prices by 20%, swiftly aimed the nickname ‘Pasty Tax’, although it affects more than just the pasty of course, it applies to any food sold “above ambient temperature”. This means that some pastries will become subject to VAT depending on how long after they are taken out of the oven they happen to be sold – now that won’t cause confusion at all…

Personally, I only buy a pasty about 3 times a year (cheese & onion as I don’t eat meat) because I’m not a massive pasty fan and I actually prefer to wait for it to cool before I eat it. Besides, unless you shovel your hot pasty/pastry in your mouth as soon as you meander out of Greggs (remember when it was called Thurstons round these parts? That sounded nicer), which I don’t because I don’t like eating whilst walking or standing and eating in the street, then your snack is going to have fallen below “ambient temperature” before the time you get to eat it anyway. Basically, you’re paying extra to heat the paper bag that your pasty is in for a few minutes.

Ken McMeikan, Choef Executive of Greggs, has written in the Guardian Northerner how this tax could have huge repercussions for the baking industry and how this is the last thing people need when their finances are already squeezed. 

 

Pussycats

Galloway

Dignified MP George Galloway and Pete Burns searching for a fake puppy, or something...

When it became clear that George Galloway had won the Bradford West by- election many were quick to take to their computers and share their ‘expert’ analysis on why Labour had lost, flooding blogs, twitter and column inches. Interestingly, I have ready many, many articles purporting to tell me why Labour lost and Galloway won but only one of these articles had actually come from somebody who had lived in Bradford West for a time. Most of the others seemed to come from people who have never strayed North of Watford Gap but think they are an authority on the inner thoughts of the people of Bradford West  and assume that all the Northern cities that are, for whatever reason, lumped together in most newspaper articles – Leeds, Bradford, Birmingham, Manchester – are exactly the same, so the people must all be exactly the same and all choose who they are voting for, for exactly the same reasons. Whatever.

I pretty much live next-door to Bradford and attended a school located on the Leeds/Bradford border with many pupils who came from Bradford, yet even I wouldn’t attempt to tell people why people in Bradford West voted the way they did, simply because I am not a Bradford West voter and I therefore don’t know. Perhaps we should all be asking people in Bradford West to tell us why they voted the way they did rather than assuming on their behalf’s, if that’s not too much of a novel idea?

I wasn’t hugely shocked to hear that Galloway had won because he has a history of this sort of thing. He was able to provide an ‘alternative’ to the three main parties, he has the ‘celebrity’ factor (something which, sadly, now seems to be an important component in people’s voting decisions) and, whatever you may think of him, he is a good performer who knows exactly what to say to impress people and get their vote. Presumably his voters hadn’t seen the video of the cat incident either…

If he will continue to impress voters in the community of Bradford West now he has won his seat in the Commons is a different matter, he did take time out from Parliament whilst he was MP for Bethnal Green and Bow to take part in Celebrity Big Brother which I think says something rather dubious about his attitude towards Parliament (the whole episode can be classified as dubious really) but we shall see how things work out at the next general election and hopefully by then I will have the image of George Galloway and Pete Burns performing interpretive dance in brightly coloured lycra leotards out of my head…

 

BBC Lab UK ‘The Morality Test’ – my scores

Quite an interesting test up on BBC Lab UK that is supposed to measure your morality and test if you’re part of something called the human superorganism. In their words:

The Test Your Morality experiment is designed to look at a new theory – based on something called ‘Human Superorganism Theory’ – that we hope will help us understand this diversity, and the sources of our morality.

There’s an awful lot of questions, so it takes awhile, but remember you’re taking part in an experiment, so it’s worth it!

I found my results pretty interesting, in brief:

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Advances in (temperamental) technology?

A minor gripe.

So I recently bought a new DVD player, after my old one had become what can only be described as temperamental. I presume this is due to its old age, as it’s probably one of the first DVD players to have knocked around and came to us second hand and I find that tempera-mentality seems to accompany old age in general (just look at Louis Walsh on the X-Factor).

Since I fortuitously had a gift voucher for an electrical store I decided to invest in a new DVD player, rather than put up with the old one that would regularly accept the DVD then refuse to play or eject it until it was in the right mood. When my shiny, new, modern DVD arrived (kindly shopped for by my sister-in-law) I was told it didn’t come with a cable. This always bothers me slightly, when you buy something that doesn’t actually come with all the parts that it needs to work, but I naively assumed I could just use the SCART cable from my old DVD.

Sadly, no.

It turned out this new DVD wanted a HDMI cable, not a SCART. I ordered one from Amazon and then waited until today when I finally had both the time and correct cable to install the new player. After scrabbling around amidst the wires behind the TV cabinet for a while I tried to test out my new DVD, nothing happened. It was playing and I’d switched over to the right channel on my TV but still nothing was appearing. I rooted around in the box and found three more cables, crawled back behind the cabinet and inserted them into the colour coded slots in the back of the TV and DVD, which took a lot of jamming in and there was also some confusion as the yellow cable end actually matched up with the orange socket and not the yellow socket.

Now dusty, from all my time behind the cabinet in the corner, I set the DVD playing again, switched channel to HDMI 2 and found that it had finally worked, although I was slightly bemused that I had to switch the channel manually as it had kindly switched automatically to SCART whenever I’d turned the power on, on my old temperamental player.

So, modern technology has brought me a DVD player that requires 4 different cables (5 if you include the power cable) to work, rather than one SCART cable, and needs me to tell the TV it to change input for it. Sure, it’s sleeker, smaller and shinier and probably doesn’t have the mood swings of the old one but I’m not sure that this is progress…

Moving Away from Political Blogging

Hello there,

I haven’t written anything on here for quite a while, that’s partly because I have much less free time than I used to and I had got into the habit of writing quite long-winded, detailed articles about political issues and found myself unintentionally pigeonholed as a ‘political blogger’, or ‘Labour blogger’. I enjoy writing about politics and will continue to do so when the mood takes me but I would rather return to the days when I wrote about a much broader range of topics (although I was rather honoured to be featured in the Top 100 Labour Bloggers in this year’s Total Politics awards, hence the proudly displayed badge to the right).

So, this blog will be fairly different from now on, not just all about politics and with more opinion and commentary posts. Hopefully this way I will update more regularly too.

So until that next update, farewell and take care.

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