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Something for the weekend

Well, it’s all go ain’t it?

Yesterday we had the cuts protest in London which with the Met’s usual brilliance was badly policed. This is what appeared to have happened. 250,000 turn up and they are generally peaceful. There is maybe 300-500 hoodlums and 4,500 coppers but the cops patrol the entire thing and don’t focus on the anarchists who quite frankly looked like anarchists. The balaclavas and stuff gave the game away rather. Moreover their planned outrages had been announced previously via the internet but the Met apparently didn’t bother to check otherwise they would have known Oxford Street’s Topshop and Fortnum & Mason’s were on the hit-list. This is not Sherlockian coppering. That is the sort of thing Sam Vimes could safely leave to Fred Colon.

Then we had Earth Hour yesterday which is… How can I put this? Profound wankery. It slipped past me until I saw people turning-off lights on BBC News this morning. It was perverse. Truly perverse because they had ceremonies in big cities such as Paris where some bloke (Mayor of Paris?) presses a big button and the Eiffel Tower lights go off. It perversely reminded me of a sort of counterclock-world version of firing-up the Christmas lights ceremonies. It is thoroughly demented. I mean raving mad and the symbolism is beautifully barking. For over a hundred years now what is the language of cartoonists to suggest a bright idea or cunning plan? It’s an incandescent light bulb going on over someone’s head. The reversal of this, if you think about it, is staggering.

And then today it was premises committee for the religious building I am warden of. “Green issues” came up here as well and what shocked me is the level of utter ignorance on display of basic scientific facts despite relentless belief. I was asked to buy “low carbon” washing up liquid such as Ecover. Right… To the mind of the asker Green = low carbon but Ecover have never claimed to be low carbon. They claim to be less polluting to the water supply and are anyway utter shite. You need about three times as much as you do with Fairy which does claim to be low carbon because it is much more concentrated so is less of a transport burden. It makes me wonder. It really does. It makes me think of W B Yeats and the best being full of doubt and the worst full of passionate intensity or whatever. Or indeed the old astrophysics joke about cosmologists – “Frequently in error, never in doubt”.

My wife also mentioned Ecover’s dirty little secret. Like The Body Shop they rely on others to test on animals…

I then almost lost the fucking will to live in a discussion of similar ignorance over burning garden waste. I have said many things here (and elsewhere) contra Greenism but until today I never really realised the level of ignorance of basic physics, chemistry and biology which is made-up for by the demented enthusiasm to “do something”. I’m a Northener and we have a saying up North (where it’s grim) – “When in doubt – do nowt”.

So that’s my weekend – almost. It is also census day and I appear to have lost the form which is quite a feat for it is huge. Shame really. I had a great answer to the religion question. I am a Primitive Hannibalistic Lecterist. This means that I could wash down a census-taker’s liver with a bottle of Blue Nun.

And yes, the religion question matters because it enables state-funded “faith schools” to Rick-roll their schtick. And if, as a libertarian, I have qualms about government funded education I can easily double that over government-funded faith schools. I have never attempted to foist my religious belief (or lack thereof) on others and I will be stuffed if my taxes will do the same whether I like it or not.

14 Comments

  1. RAB says:

    I will not be filling in my Census form today, or tomorrow for that matter. I’m not being a bolshy Libertarian or anything, the dozy fuckers have neglected to send me one, and I’m sure I would have noticed, cos it about the size of a wardrobe, stuffed full of fatuous prodnosed questions that the Govt has no business wanting to know about.

    So fuck ‘em! Let them threaten me with a £1000 fine and see what they get!

  2. Stonyground says:

    The subject of greenery that is based on ignorance made me think of the following, the problem being that I cannot now remember where I heard the story so I can’t vouch for its authenticity.

    A couple had decided to save energy by switching off their refrigerator. They then kept their food cool by freezing huge blocks of ice in their freezer and placing them in the fridge.

  3. Laird says:

    Close on the Yeats quote, but not exact. Here it is:

    “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.”
    (from The Second Coming)

    If that doesn’t describe the modern world I don’t know what does. Well, actually, I do. Here’s the chorus from the Joe Diffie song “Third Rock from the Sun”:

    “Cause and effect, chain of events
    All of the chaos makes perfect sense
    When you’re spinning round, things come undone
    Welcome to Earth 3rd rock from the Sun”

    Kind of says the same thing, doesn’t it?

  4. RAB says:

    Right bunch of bleedin well read, literate buggers we get in here, innit?

    I personally wince at the use of “Loosed” twice in two lines myself, but perhaps that’s just the poet in me.

    I would have written “the blood dimmed tide is in flood, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence drowned ” or something similar myself. ;-)

    And tell Mid you win a cigar. I had to Google up Joe Diffie, glad I did though. Good stuff! :-)

  5. Laird says:

    RAB, you mean I found a musician you <emdon’t know? I think I deserve a cigar for that! (Not sure what I’d do with it, though, as I don’t smoke them.)

  6. Laird says:

    RAB, you mean I found a musician you don’t know? I think I deserve a cigar for that! (Not sure what I’d do with it, though, as I don’t smoke them.)

  7. RAB says:

    Sob! yes I do.

    Well you can’t keep up with everybody can you? the bloody business is exponential! There are millions more than there was a while before…

    Have you any idea how many lineup changes I keep in my head for just one or two bands even?

    And some round here think Astrophysics and Maths are complicated! :-)

  8. Greg2213 says:

    Just to lighten the mood… WattsUpWithThat has a post on the yawner that was Earth Hour.

    Seems like most people (myself, for one) just couldn’t be bothered with it. And here I’d planned to turn everything on and I forgot. Oh well. :)

    A good term to use for these good folk is “watermelons.” Green on the outside, red on the inside.

  9. NickM says:

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre
    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
    The best lack all conviction, while the worst
    Are full of passionate intensity.
    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
    The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
    When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
    Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
    A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
    A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
    Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
    Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
    The darkness drops again; but now I know
    That twenty centuries of stony sleep
    were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
    And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
    Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

    I don’t think you can fault that poesy RAB. And you really can’t fault “Leda & the Swan” which is almost certainly the bestest poem ever about avian rape. Right. I’ll get my coat.

    A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
    Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
    By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
    He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

    How can those terrified vague fingers push
    The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
    And how can body, laid in that white rush,
    But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

    A shudder in the loins engenders there
    The broken wall, the burning roof and tower.
    And Agamemnon dead.

    Being so caught up,

    So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
    Did she put on his knowledge with his power
    Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

    Been to Troy recently. The topless towers of Ilium and all that. Well, it is a bit of a fixer-upper is Troy. And yes, there will be piccies! But Yeats is brilliant. Note that “indifferent” in there. Note also the imagery of “wings beating still”. Exhibition stuff from Yeats. And there is a point to this. Anyone who has been to university knows the lasses in the Eng Lit Dept tend to be fit, dirty and are surrounded by Leo Sayers. So whilst obviously science and maths is where it’s at the happy hunting ground is the faculty of Farts and Shiterature. So a bit of a knowledge of the likes Yeats or Donne is most useful for wooing women. As to knowing intimately (as I do) the arboreal rape scene in Sam Raimi’s “The Evil Dead” the jury is still out but that was a formative movie for me when I was 12 so how is that not high art too? Is being raped by a bird better than being done by a tree?

    I really will get my coat. But, I’ll say this first. Both Yeats and “The Evil Dead” knock the likes of “Remains of the Day” into a cocked hat for the simple reason that they actually have things happening in them. I hate modern mid-brow lit – it’s nothing but a sequence of non-events, “I think you’d better go Sebastian” – “I think I must” – whatever! Compare with Shakespeare which is a litany of moider most horrid, shagging and comedic incidents. But then Will didn’t need an Arts’ Council grant for he knew how to put bums on seats. The best movie I have seen in years was “300″ and that was nothing but choreographed ultra-violence. And sex but… Well you know… Hugh Grant and Emma Thompson going in and out of rooms – forget it.

  10. NickM says:

    Stony,
    I was annoyed just now when I realised that Sam posted CCinZ post 3000 when I had what ought to have been 3000 on my computer but that comment makes then next 3000 posts worth it. That Stony is fucking priceless. And you know what? My planned post 3000 was on the subject of thermodynamics. I love this blog. I love it because the comments make it worth the botheration. Not me, nor Cats, nor RAB nor Lynne or Sam or Paul but the readers. Don’t get me wrong.

  11. RAB says:

    Nick, Yeats is a great poet, no arguements, but again lines like…

    Surely some revelation is at hand;
    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

    Just feel clumsy to me. Maybe it is just me, tricky cove, blank verse.

    And as to modern mid brow lit, with you all the way. Take Ian McEwan for instance. I once read a passage of his that describes and old lady waking up and not knowing whether she is awake or not. It is one of the best pieces of descriptive writing I think I have ever read. But after that you are stuck with a book full of characters you couldn’t give a toss about and a plot, if there is one, that is going nowhere.

    Anyway back to High Culture, my current favorite line from the tellybox adverts is…

    And stop putting vegetables in my bedding. It is perverse!

    But if that Isa Isa baby one comes on again I may do something very expensive to the screen.

  12. NickM says:

    RAB,

    That Sky ad is brilliant. I almost blogged it. I will. I like Sky.

  13. Roue le Jour says:

    Once upon a time, the phrase ‘The lights are going out all over Europe.’ meant something quite different.

  14. NickM says:

    Roue,

    How about this…

    http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/defence/8412467/Shortage-of-RAF-pilots-for-Libya-as-defence-cuts-bite.html

    We don’t have enough pilots to take down a two-bit camel-fucker who lives in a fucking tent. iDave and the whole bastarding lot of them ought to be shot – if the army can still afford bullets.

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