Forget, if you can (though the BBC doesn’t want you to), about the sex pay gap among BBC performers who earn vast amounts of money. Don’t get hot under the collar because Ms X is only paid £300,000 a year when Mr B takes home millions. OK, if you feel strongly about it, do go on a demonstration demanding that poverty stricken female presenters should be paid millions rather than merely hundreds of thousands. But spare a moment’s thought, not about the sex of the people being paid these ludicrous sums, but about whether such sums ought to be paid to anyone at all by a public broadcaster. Continue reading
What heady times we live in, a rapper (white, pretending to be black) arrives in Rochdale and is verballed abused by a far right, anti immigrant, Islamophobic mob.
Oh well, perhaps it is preferable to someone black pretending to be white – a “Derek in the woodpile” so to speak.
Intrinsically there is nothing wrong with putting Britain first, merely the manner in which one does it, after all one would not wish to be a “Haslam in the woodpile”.
There are of course niggling doubts over calling a spade a spade these days. Are they more enlightened on the continent?
“Portrayals which reinforce outdated and stereotypical views on gender roles in society can play their part in driving unfair outcomes for people. While literature is only one of many factors that contribute to unequal gender outcomes, tougher literature standards can play an important role in tackling inequalities and improving outcomes for individuals, the economy and society as a whole.”
OK, I confess. I changed one word, twice. For “literature” read “advertising”. The words were written by a preposterous man called Guy Parker. He runs the Advertising Standards Agency. He is proposing to ban advertisements which portray women doing cooking and washing up or men doing DIY. His reasoning, if that word can really be used to describe his thought processes, is that we will go on adopting “outdated” theories of the roles of the sexes if advertisers are permitted to portray family life as it often actually is, rather than as the state wishes it to be. Continue reading
In so far as the BBC can be said to have an opinion on sex (or “gender” as it illiterately calls it) equality, we can safely assume that it thinks it to be a jolly good thing. All its enormously well paid male current affairs presenters and reporters are, I am sure, convinced that any corporation which pays women less than it pays men for doing the same job is thoroughly evil. Does it follow, now we now that the highest paid BBC employees are nearly all men, that the BBC is hypocritical? Continue reading
At last I have plucked up the courage to read the Charlie Gard judgments. For ages, just because the story is so unutterably sad, I couldn’t bring myself to plough through the lengthy judicial pronouncements. I guessed what they would say, but I couldn’t bear to read them. Well, now I have done it and, though I will be despised and ridiculed by almost all of my three readers, I am going to speak out. Continue reading
My mother told the A and E receptionist ‘He’s sustained a bad a cut.’ I leant in to the window and corrected her. ‘Actually, I’ve been stabbed,’ I said. It’s possible I sounded irritated, but I was speaking the truth. My sister had stabbed me in the upper left arm with a long, white-handled kitchen-knife. I had a small towel wrapped around the wound to soak up the blood. Continue reading
At this time of year the sports reporters on our newspapers turn their small minds to tennis. For most of the rest of the year they write about association football, a subject about which, to be fair to them, they seem to know something. Indeed, one gets the impression that they actually enjoy football. And they particularly enjoy, as I believe many football fans do, demanding the sacking of managers and players when a match is lost. The long view is not one which sports reporters or football fans are capable of taking. The loss of a match is a disaster which must lead to the crucifixion of players and managers immediately. Continue reading
Jah. It appears that Dyfed Powys police are about to be torpedoed. Last night, early this morning locals in Monkton discovered a sex offender in their midst. She was escorted to safety as riot police held back the crowd. Thing is, what with cyber space having no borders, she is being named abroad.
Chief whip fired for uttering “N in the woodpile”? Thing is why sack Morris for going on about naggers? Is mulatto to be banned next?
Imagine going to Sainsbury’s or Tesco every week for years, handing over fifty quid each time, and those organisations never having what you’re looking for. The problem would only be with the supermarket for a ‘certain’ amount of time before ‘questions could be asked’ about the intelligence of the shopper. So on that note… I thought it hilarious when Newcastle United were relegated at the end of 2016 season. The fans of the club are some of the most brain-dead humans in the country. Every week, these depressing dullards dutifuly dock their own wages for this corporation so they can access their stadium-church and worship for ninety minutes. (Idolatry is not ‘my thing’ at all, btw.)