The United Kingdom provides the only amusement this morning.
I have never watched 'Big Brother', am never likely to and don't really understand what it is about. It sounds awful. But that not withstanding, I would have to have been living in a news vacuum over the past week not to have some inkling of the furore that has been caused (and the nasty under currents revealed) in Britain by the Shilpa Shetty business. Apparently the originator of the racial slurs has been 'voted out of the house'. Again, I'm not sure what this is but it sounds the product of the sort of mentality that made ducking stools and the stocks jolly popular. Anyway the evictee goes under the name of Jade Goody and there is a precis of her life to date in the Herald this morning.
If we (I) think New Zealand is in trouble Ms Goody is ample evidence that we ain't seen nothing yet. She is twenty five years old, fat, ugly and, more importantly, spectacularly thick. She is the daughter of a one armed lesbian from Bermondsey and a Jamaican who died in prison of a heroin overdose (I'm not making this up) and was allowed (encouraged?) by her tripod mother to roll joints at the age of five. She lives in Ongar making her an Essex girl - it somehow wouldn't be right if she wasn't. Her grasp of general knowledge is illustrated by her asking whether Saddam Hussein was a boxer (BA could put her right on that one) and whether a ferret was a bird. She used to be a dental nurse - I'll tell my daughter to be extra vigilent. Somehow all this has been manipulated by someone (I don't get the impression she could have managed it by herself) into making her a 'celebrity' with an estimated income over the past five years of between ten and twenty million dollars. Were you paying attention? Between ten and twenty million. I am gobsmacked. A society has to be in a really bad way to provide the environment for such nonsense.
While we are on the subject of thick people there is a side bar on a climate change piece about Prince Charles. What would he have made of his life if he hadn't be born into a bottomless pit of money? Old Air Brakes has cancelled his annual skiing trip so as to cut down the amount of airtravel he indulges in and thus reduce his carbon foot print. This is the latest nonsense jargon being peddled by those who howl at the moon and is becoming, like a lot of their crap, an 'accepted' phrase. What a load of bollocks. Carbon footprint my arse. The piece next to it is a preview of the latest IPCC report due out in a couple of weeks. I gave up half way through this piece of same old, same old and turned the pages back to gaze in wonderment at Jade Goody.
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