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Where did the mystery go?

It is a truth universally acknowledged that Nadine Dorries is completely nucking futz.

Nice to see her confirm it bravissimo…

If you live or work in London you simply cannot help but be confronted by posters adorning the sides of all TFL buses depicting three beautiful teenage lingerie models. The poster is frankly OTT. Since when did it become acceptable to have larger than life posters of provocative and scantily clad women moving up and down every street in London? Where did the mystery go?

So she’d be OK if they were smaller? I must though agree with Nad about it being terrible because I live in Cheshire. You see that as a heterosexual man I quite like pictures of “beautiful teenage lingerie models”. One wonders why.

As it has become acceptable for such images to be viewed everywhere by everyone - whether you want to see them or not - so has it become acceptable to push back the boundaries of what is no longer acceptable. Today’s model on a bus means tomorrow’s porn becomes that much harder.

Porn and harder in the same sentence. Oh, and does the bolded bit actually make sense? touche Nad!

The increasing sexualisation and objectification of young girls and women in the media is becoming a huge issue and has become markedly worse over the last few years and it appears to be our teenagers who are the most concerned and confused.

Right. Right. This is a huge issue because it’s a non-issue. Why is it a concern Nad? Why? You know most of us in the real world like to be “sexualised” and “objectified” at times. Being considered good-looking is not patronising. It is not regarding people as less intelligent or less moral or less anything. The fact my wife has a great ass (and she does) doesn’t mean we enjoy less witty conversation. This is about a peculiar myth that everything equals out in the end. So the bright can’t be beautiful as well because that would be unfair.

We live in a culture whereby our visual and auditory senses are constantly bombarded with images and messages; downloaded into our brain with no filter for objective analysis or warning before the ‘message’ is received.

That is unfiskable.

The breakdown of a strong family culture which was once prevalent within society and provided the moral home spun boundaries teenagers could bounce off, has for many disappeared.

huh?

Take a comment recently made to me by a sixteen year old boy;

He might have GCSEs you know! a sixteen year old boy! They are like Henry’s Cat. They know everything about nothing and not too much about that.

“…the thing is you see girls everywhere with no clothes on- they are all over the telly and papers and the films, it’s just everywhere, so when you go out with a girl you feel confused about things because does she expect sex and stuff because all the girls you see on the telly and things do, how are we supposed to regard and treat girls when they just get them out all the time”.

Not round where I live you don’t! And you regard girls as friends (maybe even as “special” friends although for this 16 year old that may only exist via left-handed web-browsing), colleagues, bosses, workers… fellow humans. I’m losing the will to live. I mean it ought to be obvious really.

OK, there is a huge amount of discussion to be had around his comment and this is an issue way too big for one blog, but I have my own point to make here.

No there isn’t and you know it Nad and I know you know it because you don’t actually say anything. First year at university I did a course on Descartes and we got a style-sheet. Amongst other things it said, “Don’t pad your essay with opening lines like, ‘philosphers have been discussing this for literally ages’”.

At least 50% of journalists are women. Surely they can see how over the last three to four years things have escalated and how misogynistic the tone of the media has become?

No idea.

Katie Price - I will admit courts the media - but so do many men. Was it acceptable for a newspaper to put a picture of Myra Hindley’s head on a photograph of her body?

Now I’m lost here. If this is about regarding women as sex objects… Well, teenage lingerie models - good. A mash-up of Myra Hindley and Jordan? Well that’s the sort of thing to put me of heterosexuality for life.

And do people really think it’s good to see a picture of a four year old little girl in Grazia magazine wearing high heels and Lipstick?

No… but… a hell of a lot seems to have been “sexualised”. Small girls, lingerie models, Myra Hindley, Jordan. Call me Mr Picky but I tend to fancy attractive females who aren’t serial killers, four or who have tits like a dead-heat in a Zeppelin race.

Female journalists and picture editors - what are you doing?

The answer is probably writing about women’s literature and female issues which don’t fundamentally address the way women are viewed and treated within society.

God almighty that’s patronising. Guess what Nad? I’m a sort of journalist and I write about whatever I fancy. This is because I have fingers and not because I have testicles. I would feel the same if I had ovaries.

If the female journalists stopped writing about how awful it is that there are so few women at the top of business and instead focused on the fact that maybe, just maybe, it is the image that business has of women which is perpetrated by women in the media, and then wrote message after message to challenged those perceptions, then it may be possible things could begin to change.

Meaningless tripe.

I have applied for a ten minute rule Bill to highlight some of the issues I have raised in this blog.

That just about puts the fucking tin lid on it. The economy is circling the drain and Nad is concerned about lingerie models!

And no, I haven’t turned into a feminist overnight - heaven forbid! This is not about wearing a feminist hair shirt. It’s about knowing the difference between what is right and wrong and trying to do something about it.

Nad. I shall tell you a secret. I have never dated a woman who wasn’t a feminist (well, I guess a post-feminist). I have also never dated a woman who owned a hair shirt or who didn’t at times want to be seen as sexy yet regarded that as in no way taking away from her other skills, abilities or accomplishments. Some of us never experienced the sex war of yore. Some of us think it’s all very silly to keep banging the drum and some of us can manage not to be sexist without Nad going off on one about lingerie models looking attractive (D’oh!). Everyone has to make a living somehow. Even MPs.

Although chance would be a fine thing on that final point.

H/T The Humble Devil. Original here.

Pointless fact of the day

Apparently - according to the BBC - academics in Birmingham have discovered that giving birth to twins or triplets increases the chance of “financial difficulties” compared to a single birth.

Right. I’m off down the M6 to present to these veritable Einsteins with my ground-breaking paper on the religious affiliation of Pope Benedict the XVI.

He’s a Catholic you know! Bugger! Given it away. Oh, well there’s always my stormer on ursine defecation in sylvan environments. That’s gotta get me the Nobel.

Pointless campaign of the day

I saw Sally Knox (a campaigner against knife crime after her son Rob was stabbed to death a while back) on the BBC News this morning.

Ms Knox said: “This is our first campaign as a collective group, as Families Utd. This campaign is all about kids signing up to Count Me In. We are targeting the good kids this time. We want all the good kids that aren’t involved in any violence, knife crime, gang violence to sign up to support the families.”

They are setting-up a Facebook group for the “good kids” to say, “Down with this sort of thing” and presumably for the bad kids to know who ain’t tooled-up and who’s iPhone to nick. Yes, they do have an app for that.

Sorry. I don’t want to sound cynical and I can’t imagine what Ms Knox has been through but… this is profound “something must be doneism”. Just read this. Note it’s carrying a knife that is being targetted and not stabbing per se. I frequently carry a knife. I’m 36 and have never shived anyone so I guess I’m unlikely to start now. When I was a kid we all had knives. We used them to build treehouses and stuff and, to be honest, we had them because Rambo had a monsterous one and that was cool. The problem is not good kids or even knives but scrotes. It always has been about scrotes. Time was a gent didn’t feel dressed without a sword. That didn’t mean he was going to get lashed on mead and go on a spree. A scrote though…

The knife is a fundamental tool. It has been since Ugg the caveman thought of a better way of dealing with mammoth steak than rending it with his bare hands. His pal Ogg of course was the guy who first brought fire into the cave and between them that’s how cooking started and then civilization and then ultimately pointless Facebook campaigns. Oh. Bugger.

It’s four years chokey for possesion of a knife in a public place. I’m bloody glad I’m not a trainee chef.

Well Ms Knox, you can count me in. But then I wasn’t planning on stabbing anyone. Not even Ed Balls. Nope, I’d prefer to bludgeon him to death in some sort of beserk frenzy.

In civilized times, when you could legally carry sharp objects, a statue would be erected by public subscription to me for that act of profound humanity and civic duty.

Alas we are now entering the endarkening.

Random Laws

Inspired by Nick’s marvellous piece on the 4300 new crimes introduced under Labour’s unenlightened rule, I decided to have a fish around in this week’s laws to see what I could find.

Here’s an interesting one, The Regulation of Investigatory Powers (Directed Surveillance and Covert Human Intelligence Sources) Order 2010 (No. 521). This regulation lists the people who can authorise covert surveillance. You will see that this list includes “Senior Fish Health Inspector (PB6 or above)”. Should a Senior Fish Health Inspector (PB6 or above) wish to poke their nose into your private affairs, they are placed on a level with Police Superintendents, officers of the Secret Intelligence Services, assorted heads of intelligence, the Chief Executive of the Driving Standards Agency or any of the others amongst the 59 categories of officially authorised prodnoses.

Then we have The Beet Seed (Scotland) Regulations 2010 (No. 67). This makes it illegal to possess improperly labelled beet seed. (19. — (1) Subject to regulation 14, no person shall market or have in their possession in accordance with these Regulations, any Seeds, except in a package which, not later than at the time of sealing, is labelled, inscribed or otherwise dealt with in accordance with this regulation.) I’ve read (ok, skimmed) the thing three times, and am still unsure what it all means. I’m used to reading convoluted mathematical proofs, but this is boggling. Paragraph 9 section (4) subsection (d): “an official field inspection has been carried out by the Scottish Ministers or by a licensed crop inspector and a report issued stating that the crop satisfies the conditions for Certified Seed set out in Part I of Schedule 4;…” I have this picture of various ministers of state tramping round a farmer’s field, up to their knees in mud…

We have heard of this one: The Tobacco Advertising and Promotion (Display) (England) Regulations 2010 (No. 445). This is the law that makes it illegal to advertise tobacco in shops. (Ones with a floor area exceeding 280 square metres. Why 280?) Apparently, display cases may have labels announcing their contents so long as they are printed in black Helvetica plain type on a white background with a consistent font size no larger than 4 millimetres high, all in lower case (you are permitted to capitalise the first letter) and not exceeding 9 square centimetres in size. Oh yes, and you’re allowed only one per storage unit.

They define “’premises’ includes any place and any vehicle, vessel, hovercraft, stall or moveable structure;” I have this vision, had this regulation not been passed, of a hovercraft heavily loaded with cigarettes drifting slowly down the main shopping street, dispensing Smokes to the excited crowd, the frustrated police forced to stand helplessly by.

Speaking of smoking, The Fish Labelling (England) Regulations 2010 (No. 420) says “A customary name may be used for any species of fish which has been subjected to smoking or any similar process, unless the name of the species in column 2 of the Table is followed by an asterisk. In such cases the name used for the food when the fish is smoked shall be a name specified for that species in column 1 of the said Table preceded by the word ‘smoked’.” (Examining the table, we find this refers to smoked salmon. Oops! I mean “smoked Atlantic Salmon”, “Smoked Pacific Salmon”, “Smoked Pink Salmon”, “Smoked Red Salmon”, etc.) I wonder, is the smoking of fish allowed in public buildings?

Stuffed!

Lord Armstrong must be spinning in his grave.

Not that I’m letting BAE off the hook.

The Nimrod MRA4 was ill-conceived. I mean it really is trying to fight the Korean War with Sopwith Camels.

Of course the Hawk orders have dried-up! The basic design is from the ’70s! BAE want shooting for not capitalising on such a succesful ‘plane by building a follow-up.

And an end to tank production in the UK.

The Germans must be pissing themselvers with laughter. What are we goping to be reduced to - harsh language?

Saudi Sexual Morality

Following are excerpts from an interview with Saudi cleric Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif, which aired on Al-Daleel TV on February 19, 2010.

Interviewer: One is astonished to hear, in a social gathering, an old man bragging about marrying a young girl, and boasting that his bride was given to him as a gift from her father, or that a business deal was struck at the expense of this poor girl, by parents who did not care about her childhood innocence or her humanity, or by parents whose poverty forced them to pay the old man with their daughter.

In today’s, show, I will ask my guest, Dr. Al-Sharif, whether it is the right of the parents, or of society, to allow a girl to be married off at the age of 10 or 12 years. The law in the civilized world considers these marriages to be a crime. How are they viewed by our religious law?

[...]

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: This issue has been blown entirely out of proportion, and there is confusion about its basics. We say that such a girl is a “minor,” but dictionaries do not define a girl as a minor, if she has reached puberty. ‘Aisha said that when a girl reaches the age of nine, she becomes a woman. Let’s be practical. Let’s put all of this aside.

What is the percentage of these marriages in Saudi Arabia? In Saudi Arabia, we have 20 million people. Half of them are women – that’s 10 million. According to the most extreme statistics I have read, 3,000 girls under the age of 13 were married off to men more than 20 years their senior. That’s 3,000 out of 10 million, more or less.

What does this figure mean?

Interviewer: But don’t you think that 3,000 is…

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: Allow me… Does 3,000 out of 10 million constitute a social phenomenon?

Interviewer: But even these 3,000 girls have rights.

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: Undoubtedly.

Interviewer: We should consider the humane aspect, even if there were only three girls.

[...]

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: In many newspapers, it has been suggested that the minimum age for marriage should be 18. Why 18? They said that Saudi Arabia is committed to something called the Human Rights Treaty, which set the minimum age for marriage at 18 years. This is, of course, unacceptable.

Interviewer: Why not?

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: I read that the official spokesman for the US government said that the US is worried about the marriage of girls in Saudi Arabia. This is really funny. The rate of child prostitution in American and Western societies is enormous. This is a well-known fact.

Second, all the children whose death was caused by the US in Palestine and Iraq… These people are not ashamed to say that they are worried about Saudi Arabia, even though they caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of children in Palestine and in Iraq. This is really distorted logic.

Third, when Islamic law refers to a certain issue – we don’t need human rights.

[...]

Let’s assume that there is a 13-year-old girl… Let’s make it 14. Her father sees that she is physically developed, has reached puberty, and has a sense of understanding – nothing in Islamic law prevents him from marrying her off.

[...]

Interviewer: Would you be willing to marry off your 10-year-old daughter to a man in his eighties?

Muhammad Musa Al-Sharif: No, brother, I would not, but there is a difference between Islamic law and its practice. I wouldn’t be pleased by this, but I do not forbid it.

[...]

Let’s assume that the government listens to these people, God forbid, and sets the minimum age for marriage at 18. There are many good girls who, at the age of 13 or 14, are developed and ready for marriage. There are hundreds of thousands of girls like that in our society. They will not be married off. They will have to wait 3 or 4 years to become 18. This constitutes an injustice to such a large sector of society – compared to the several dozens or hundreds of girls who would be wronged, because of the greed of their fathers.

[...]

We are committed to international treaties as long as they do not violate Islamic law. If they violate Islamic law, we should throw them out, because they are not worth the ink they were written with. With all due respect, the international treaties are worthless.

[...]

Who is responsible for the human rights and international treaties? The atheists, the Christians, and the fornicators, with all due respect.

Well then count me amongst the atheists, Christians and fornicators then! The actual clip of the old prevert is from MEMRI. It is discussed here and the first comment is a gem.

If a girl starts menstruating, she is considered an adult than. No difference between a menstruating 10 yro from a 30 yro.

If you ask me if this gent who calls himself “apathy” (more like “moral torpitude”) can’t tell the difference then he shouldn’t be allowed near females of any age. And this from a culture that jails adults for kissing in public!

4300

That’s the number of new criminal offences this government has introduced since 1997.

There’s some snorters too…

It is now illegal to “disturb a pack of eggs when instructed not to do so by an officer”; and under a law updated in 2007 it is now illegal to “sell or offer for sale a bird of game killed on a Sunday or Christmas Day”.

It is illegal to enter the wreck of the Titanic unless you have the permission of a minister.

It is illegal to set-off a nuclear weapon except in the context of armed conflict.

It is illegal to sell a grey squirrel or Japanese knotweed.

Who the fuck would want to buy either?

You can potentially be jailed for not having a licence for a church concert.

Other stormers include:

Carrying grain on a ship without a copy of the International Grain Code on board.

Shining a light at an aircraft to dazzle or distract the pilot.

Unauthorised fishing in the Lower Esk River.

Obstructing an authorised person from inspecting apple, pear, peach or nectarine orchards for the purposes of ascertaining whether grubbing up has been carried out.

Failure to attend a hearing by a bus lane contravention adjudicator.

As a merchant shipping officer, falsely claiming a door is closed and locked.

Keeping a dog on a lead longer than a maximum length in a designated area.

Willfully impersonating a barrister.

Are these people completely insane?

Will these people ever grow up?

A British pair will appear in court in Dubai accused of kissing in public.

Ayman Najafi, 24, will appear in court alongside a 25-year-old female British tourist to appeal against a one-month prison sentence.

In a phone call to his distraught mother on Saturday, Mr Najafi said: “I haven’t done anything wrong mum, hopefully I will clear my name and then I can come back.”

The pair were allegedly seen kissing on the mouth in a restaurant, breaching Dubai’s strict decency laws.

They were arrested by police in November last year and appeared in court last week.

According to reports, a judge at Dubai’s Misdemeanours Court heard written evidence from the 38-year-old mother who initially complained to police.

She said she was offended by their behaviour at the Jumeirah Beach Residence, where she was dining with her daughter.

The judge dismissed Mr Najafi’s claim that he had merely kissed the woman on the cheek and sentenced both defendants to a month in jail followed by deportation.

The Britons were bailed pending appeal against the sentence.

The Dubai authorities are holding their passports so that they cannot leave the country.

From here and I’m speechless. I mean don’t they have serious things to worry about in Dubai?

Like the fact that they’ve built themselves a sort of Eurodisney style Las Vegas and done it all on tick. Oh and the fact they are trying to promote themselves as a tourist resort but jail people for kissing. Have a romantic night out in Dubai and get a month extra accomodation free!

Amusing anecdote of the day


Your remark about THAT famous B-29 reminds me of something that happened once at Ford Motor. (I heard it from someone who was there.)
The marketing team were brainstorming ideas for the new colour schemes, and they had to come up with new names for “grey”.
Now that’s a challenge, and after throwing about the options (dusk, dawn, pearl, etc.) they came to a mental block.
Into the silence dropped a suggestion: “Enola Grey?”

Half the team mulled it over thoughtfully, the other half choked on their fingers

El Draque

In A Nutshell

“How many anarcho-feminists can you think of who want to only control their own uterus?”

- commentator Bod.

Bod gets it. That is the point. That is the entire reason why I have struggled at several keyboards to take the word “liberal” back because why should I call myself a “libertarian”? I’m a liberal, you jerks! You stole “The L-Word” from me and you gave it to Oprah.

Well I’m stealing it back. Because it belongs to me. It belongs to legions of us. It belongs to Bod for a start and he is certainly far from unique.

It isn’t just our wombs (and alas I don’t have one for obvious resaons to do with chromosomes) but our everything that also belongs to us.

And not to you.

Things That Don’t Matter

Cheryl Cole is unwell. She has had “no choice” but to pull out of Jonathan Ross (oh err missus!)

So fucking what!

The economy has tanked. Gordoom Brown has no idea how to fix it. iDave is engaged in postgraduate-level pissing about and the Cleggmeister… Well he failed the first round audition to be an apprentice clown at Fred Karno’s Circus. But Cheryl is poorly and this The Star thinks (surely a complete fucking misnomer) is not just newsworthy but front-page splashworthy. Jesus fucking wept. You’d need to reverse the polarity of the dilithium crystals on my electron microscope to see the nano-tech violin I’m playing for that thoroughly talentless moo here. Apparently Ashley is desperate to jet in. Well, buy a fucking ticket then you thick cunt. It’s how I usually get from A to B. Money, Mr Cole, can be exchanged for both goods and services and God knows you’re hardly short of a few bob.

This post was inspired by seeing the alleged “newspaper” in a shop and by this work of brilliance by Leg-Iron although to be fair ever since Jon Venables (didn’t we suffer enough with Terry?) was sent down to chokey again and tabloid speculation accused him of eveything from “being in Liverpool” (which is punishment in and of itself one would have thought) to being the second shooter on the grassy knoll in Dallas in November 1963 I have had the distinct impression our press has totally given up caring about anything that actually matters.

That and those L’Oreal ads that Cheryl Cole does. “Weak, limp, lifeless“. Was a junior advertising exec having a fucking giraffe at the time? Cheryl-bastarding-Cole as an icon of modern British womenhood? Oh, for fuck’s sake! We aren’t just fiddling whilst Rome burns - we are playing a Carpenter’s medley on the kazoo whilst Hiroshima hooks up with a certain small male child.

Col Tibbets has Enola Gay (seen her at the NASM’s Steven F Udvar-Hazy annex - she’s beautiful) on final approach and the board is green and the big story is that Cheryl Cole is mildly ill and that there are “fears” over it. Fears! Fears?

You might think we didn’t have serious things to worry about!

You might think that but isn’t that the point?

I’m Giving Very Serious Consideration…

… to doing something that might be considered foolish…

It occurs to me that a second-hand microwave oven is very cheap and so is a camping gas cylinder.

If I put one into the other and turn on the juice what is likely to happen?

This is likely to occur whilst my wife is at the gym or something (for obvious reasons) and at the end of the garden (we do have a powerpoint there) but what is the likely radius of the debris field? And how quickly will I have to run having set this off? (I’m not Usain Bolt you know). And will it go off? I mean I don’t fancy going back to it after it is “lit”.

There is a convergence of ideas here. When I was a kid I used to light fires. Once me and my pals whilst re-carbon-cycling got a load of trash from the neighbours and it included a used camping gas cylinder. Well, we chucked it on the fire and it went off like a fucking rocket.

Shortly before that I made my first chemical discovery. Me and my little pals had dug a cockamamie fall-out shelter (this was the early ’80s) in case the Russkies cut-up rough (we’d lined it with card-board boxes from an MFI kitchen like that was gonna help) and it ended-up as a fire-pit. Gods! The stuff we burned there! Anyway, I discovered that if you chucked roof-tar and asbestos on the fire at the same time they’d explode. “Whopper” Watson used to leap over the fire-pit and almost lost both his nickname and any chance of perpetuating the Watson genes doing so after that. But it was back then and safety was unheard of and elfs were something from D&D.

I promise I shall, if I and the SD card survives the ordeal, post on Youtube the result of this experiment.

And I shall wear my safety specs and ballistic nylon gloves. For I is not stupid.

Nick, BSc - Physics, MSc - Astrophysics, PhD (almost) Applied Mathematics (combustion theory as related to Type Ia Supernovae).

The Sex Inspectors

I learned how to give a woman oral sex the fun way. There was someone who fancied me. I fancied her. I had a mouth and she had a vulva. The script pretty much wrote itself after that. It’s been that way since Mr Ugg climbed out of his cave and clubbed the future Mrs Ugg over the head with the jaw-bone of an ass or some such item.

But not if you have the Sex Inspectors which is a show on C4. They video using night vision cameras couples having sex and then two “sexperts” comment.

I have never watched this demi-pornographic puerile nonsense but my wife caught a bit once. It featured a class in the sort of room that hotels hire for smallish business meetings. It was a load of blokes sitting around a table not talking about the results for the third quarter but…

I’m not sure I know how to say this. The “teacher” - a woman - had a load of plastic models of the female pelvic area and she demonstrated how to do the lickin’ and then they followed. They had paid for a class in cunning linguistics and were being shown on the telly. I’d feel less shame being stripped naked and whipped through the streets of Hartlepool with a bull’s pizzle. Don’t tell C4 execs that.

And God alone knows how this woman started in business. The little chat with the bank manager must have been amusing. I mean imagine pitching that one on “Dragon’s Den”… Theo would have some kind of seizure.

I have to say this show forms a new low for C4 and I have to say that is saying something. So what has C4 ever done for us?

A quick summary of the highlights. Remember “The Word”? They had a segment on that in which people would do anything to get on TV. I recall some bloke being stuck in an “aquarium” and almost drowned in live maggots. Yes, ITV1, C4 was way ahead of you in invertebrate humiliation. They were doing it whilst Ant & Dec were still in that youth club in Byker.

Then there is the return of Noel Edmonds and his utterly moronic shoe-box opening game. Indeed a gameshow of such stunning inanity that the BBC had to produce the even worse “Hole in The Wall”.

We’ve also had “Brookside” (meaningless drivel about an obnoxious bunch of Scousers) and that show’s creator’s follow-up “Hollyoaks” which I can’t watch because it brings me out in hives. “Brookside” did though feature UK telly’s first lesbian kiss. Yawn. Controversy (allegedly) without content, a sexual act without sexiness. I mean I’d respect C4 more if they came out and said we’re a porn channel and showed porn rather than the sort of demented later-day sort of Health and Efficency approach they take. I mean it’s like those down-market photography magazines that are all tits and ass with just enough about f-stops to keep ‘em off the top shelf. It’s sad.

And then there’s “Come Dine With Me”. It’s a dinner-party hosting contest between the sort of people you would set the dogs on if they came round your house.

And at the other end of the alimentary canal was the coprophilic lunatic “Doctor” Gillian McKeith. And also very frequently it is down that end that “Embarrassing Bodies” ventures. “Yes, children watch with mother and laugh at the poor man with a rectal prolapse”. Actually that show really disturbs me. The folks on it have either been failed totally by the NHS or they’ve been too embarrassed to consult a doctor without TV cameras there.

But the great steaming turd stuck in the U-bend of C4’s offerings - the one that floods your bathroom with shit on Christmas Eve has to be “Big-Brother”. Now that misfit’s parade of “people” PT Barnum would have deemed too deranged to exhibit in a sideshow was originally billed as a sort of psychological experiment. Of course in the relentless quest for ratings it rapidly didn’t even pretend to be anything other than a freakshow.

Now that’s the thing and this is from the preamble of the remit for Channel 4 as per the Communications Act 2003:

“The public service remit for Channel 4 is the provision of a broad range of high quality and diverse programming which, in particular:

*demonstrates innovation, experiment and creativity in the form and content of programmes;
*appeals to the tastes and interests of a culturally diverse society;
*makes a significant contribution to meeting the need for the licensed public service channels to include programmes of an educational nature and other programmes of educative value; and
*exhibits a distinctive character.

Sounds very Reithian does it not? If Reith was to have seen the Jade Goody “kebab incident” then we’d have no need for windmills because he’d be spinning in his grave fast enough to power most of Western Europe.

And therein lies the rub. C4 is trash TV but dressed-up. It’s fur-coat and no knickers. Big Brother was the first TV show to show sexual intercourse live. Two of the nutters got it on under a table, under a duvet. Caused a minor storm but it was not a sexy scene. C4 fails because it’s a public-sector broadcaster competing for advertising revenue with the likes of ITV and Sky. The whole model is crocked. It’s schizophrenic. It doesn’t know if it’s a crack-whore pretending to be a duchess or vice-versa.

I hope I don’t come over as reactionary here because I’m not. It’s just that… Well, if you wanna show porn, amusing home videos and Jerry Springerish stuff then fine. Your look-out. Springer himself is honest about what he does. Fine. But I bet dollars to donuts stuff like “The Sex Inspectors” fulfills some of C4’s education remit and it is neither erotic nor educational because it’s trying to pretend to be both and it is neither.

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This blog started with a Brit and an Aussie chatting on Samizdata. We didn’t know exactly what we were doing but the generational idea was to set-up an anti-Islamist website. Whilst we still comment on that sort of nonsense we also do on lots of other things. We have ranged from Dita Von Teese to Walruses. It’s been quite a ride and I would like to thank every last one of you who have chipped in for your comments because we hit a milestone today. CCinZ now has on record (and we have your IP so if you said, “I love you - you’re me best mate” we know where you live) over 10,000 approved comments.

Thanks. CCinZ has to me always been not about chasing ratings but about attracting (hopefully) discerning clients. We (or at least I - ask Cats or PA if you want their opinion) have always wanted good comment more than numbers. This has never been a “bums on seats” blog. We are more Kathryn Bigelow than James Cameron if you see what I mean. I mean we could drown Leonardo di Caprio for a lot less than $250m. I’d do that for a four-pack of Stella and a bag of nuts (honey-roasted, mind) to be honest.

Anyway, thanks. You have all made this site what it is. Without you lot we’d just be sending telegrams beyond the event horizon of Cygnus X-1.

I dedicate this post to our loyal commentariat.

Death & Taxes

From the same government muntering on in the darkness like Gollum bemoaning the loss of his precious about taxing food we have this.

You can’t win can you? Go on hunger strike over the food tax and the bastards will still get you in the end.

A tax on living and a tax on dying. What’s a guy to do?

I mean Jeezus! What was the name of the rock star in The Restaurant at The End of The Universe who was “spending a year dead for tax purposes”? He’s stuffed and he hasn’t even nibbled a breadstick.