Swearing. Apparently it’s neither big, nor clever. What it is, it seems, is a damn good excuse for a whining session designed to bemoan the end decline in “British standards”, the end of empire and general signal that Messrs. War, Famine, Pestilence and Death are abroad.
Stepping up to the plate in defence of all that is sacred to heart of Mr Churchill, Henry V and Sir Francis Drake is invariably the Daily Fail and their blood vendetta against the foul hand of leftie pinko communism that is The BBC.
It was the Mail who led the charge of the indignant during Sachsgate last year. Whipping a storm of indifference into a feeding frenzy weeks after the fact. They followed this up by manufacturing outrage at the Question Time appearance of Thicky Griffin and the supposedly controversial memo. http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/mediamonkeyblog/2009/oct/26/question-time-daily-mail-nick-griffin. They have however outdone themselves this time.
Sunday afternoon, BBC1. The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix has just been completed. The cameras follow the top three finishers into the small ante-room they use to towel off, pull on a sponsors cap and relax before heading out to the podium for the presentations. During this segment, snippets of a conversation between two of the drivers can be heard. It’s quite interesting; in that normally we get the well rehearsed “on message” speak of sports stars. This was more akin to a couple of mates chewing the fat, talking about what had been a very tight bit of racing between the two over the last couple of laps. During this, one of the protagonists dropped the F-word.
Now, everyone knows swear words, everyone has used swear words. We all try to prevent our kids from using them, but we know it’s futile. We also know that on occasion they can be blurted out without thinking.
Cue the Daily Fail taking up the cudgels once more and swinging them in the general direction of the BBC. It’s an action almost as preposterous as the Daily Express and their “Diana Monday” front pages.
By the time I’d realized he’d said it, three or four further sentences had been said. I’d guess that large numbers of people watching didn’t register the “fuck”.
Whilst the pictures were shown on the BBC, it wasn’t a BBC camera crew and it wasn’t a BBC production team responsible. Formula One have their own in house TV production who generate all the images etc used in coverage of the races. The only bits the BBC control are those where the BBC presenting team is on camera.
Jenson Button is the person who swore. This wasn’t the Sex Pistols and Mr. Grundy. It was one word, not a string of them, and not all that audible really.
The Daily Mail. What a bunch of fucking tossers.
As has been written in the past, I’m a member of a cricket club. Not a particularly big time cricket club. Our first team plays in the third tier of Scottish Cricket. Our second and third teams play in the Eastern District Leagues, in the second and seventh divisions respectively.
Like all clubs of our stature we have expenditures to meet. We rely on subscriptions and sponsorships to meet some of those costs. We also rely on fundraising. Unlike many of our contempories we don’t own the pavilion facilities and therefore we don’t get any income from bar takings, a potentially large source of funds for any club. To this end, our own fundraising efforts are key to the survival of the club.
Sadly fundraising events require a membership that gets off its collective arse and either volunteer to help out or gets involved. That’s where we fall down.
This weekend Parent Association for the school my kids attend have organized to do a sponsored circuit of the Aerial Assault course here:
They originally booked a two-hour slot. This would be enough for 40 people to get round. Currently the school has around 20 people down to do it. Seeing an opportunity, and knowing the organizer, I arranged to take 10 of the spaces for the club.
Despite a couple of appeals for emails round the club, a players meeting (admittedly cancelled on the day – no-one told me) and an email sent personally by me, we have a grand total of 3 people willing to do this.
Presumably, when the club goes to the wall, the ones who couldn’t be arsed to get involved will be the ones moaning loudest and longest about the demise of ‘their’ club.
So, the big story of the weekend? Afghanistan? Iraq? Elections in the USA? Nope.
Stephen Fry having a hissy fit? You got it.
It seems Mr Fry, not normally known for diva like antics took exception to someone on Twitter describing his musings as “boring”. Well, boo-hoo. Cue ‘hurt’ responses claiming he was leaving Twitter, followed by a frenzy of followers giving him “hugs” and “cuddles” to get him to stay. Couldn’t he have just ignored the fella? Blocked him?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fan of Mr. Fry, for a man so much more talented, witty and intelligent than a mere mortal, he’s very down to earth and seemingly genuine. He’s pretty much a national treasure, and not really given to outbreaks of “lost in showbiz”. He’s also I would say for many people, the “acceptable face” of gay.
He doesn’t wear his sexuality as some sort of badge of honour. He’s not in your face about it at all, none of that, “look at me, I’m gay, isn’t it faaaabuuulous!” Compare him to the likes of Dale Winton, Graham Norton, George Michael, Julian Clary or Ainsley Harriot. Each of them is camper than a Winnebago convention. They all appear to be competing to be the most flamboyant, conforming to the worst kind of stereotype.
This “story” seemed to be a big issue with weekend news bulletins, achieving a prominence wholly at odds with its importance. Celebrity has argument with pleb, sulks! It was the third top story on the BBC News website at one point. Of course there was the follow up story the next day. Celebrity grows up, remains on Twitter, world saved!
Who says the UK media has become a celebrity-obsessed trash-fest? Use of the word celebrity is to massively over-rate many of the people being photographed or written about. Never mind A-List and all that. For these reality show rejects grimly whapping out their breasts for the paparazzi a whole new alphabet is required, although given the surgical enhancements they all seem to get maybe DD list is the answer.
I fear for the future of this country given the numbers of Sun reading, X-Factor auditioning, WAG wannabe, make me a footballer youth out there. The entitled generation is upon us. God help us all.