The whole “look he has coloured pens 🤪” thing is the easy punch that columnists tend to hit me with. It’s a easy means of providing a visual breakdown of my critique. But go off, as they say.
If you’re in receipt of Rupert Murdoch’s shilling, you’re allowed to have an opinion. If you’re an independent like me, you’re required to shut up.
Presumably I made this old pass — which I found the other day when I was tidying up — as a prop for a Halloween costume.
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The EHRC report on antisemitism in the Labour Party and the party’s handling of complaints is 130 pages long. I am currently on page 53. The immediate reports so far are based on briefings before publication/the executive summaries. Read the report here equalityhumanrights.com/sites/default/…
So far I have encountered a good number of examples in the report of issues that were down to Labour HQ, the party’s permanent staff, as much as LOTO but the focus will be on Corbyn and his staff. The leaked report on Labour HQ is largely dismissed by the EHRC
Broadly, the story as I see it so far is this — Labour had a significant number of members who were antisemitic (as the Tories also do), the Corbyn team didn’t take that seriously enough to begin with and were too close to people who held those antisemitic views...
See, when columnists do this sort of thing it’s not trolling, it’s them defending their colleagues. When those of us without a byline column in a national talk back it’s being chippy.
I critique the media on a daily basis in the service of a relatively small audience that I’ve built. They pay for the work because they value the work. But somehow that’s not valid because a billionaire isn’t my ultimate boss. How curious.
The entire ‘Dig For Victory’ campaign was an effort to make allotments and private gardens into productive sources of vegetables and fruit. The health of those who had poor diets before the war generally improved during it.
There was, however, a lot of privation still and rations weren’t always fairy distributed within households. My great-grandmother gave my Gran’s cousins — who lived with them — the choice stuff and my gran had to scrabble for the rest.
In America, this column would be required to run with a disclosure that noted that the author’s wife has just been appointed as official spokesperson for the Prime Minister. Here? Ah, who cares, right?!
The baked in corruption in the British media is maddening. It’s just accepted. We have a major broadsheet columnist who STILL hasn’t acknowledged that her influence got her partner a lighter sentence for possessing child sex abuse images. And most of the media is silent.
The media class — by which I mean a specific set of well-to-do people in London who went to the same schools and universities, fuck the same people, and go to the same dinner parties as politicians — is rotten to the core.
I’m watching Lost In Translation for the first time in ages. The style of it was beguiling when I saw it at 19. At 36, I find it a really uncomfortable watch. It others Japanese people in practically every scene, as if only the white ‘couple’ are reasonable.
That a woman directed the “lip my stockings” scene is really depressing. It centres on a 70s racist sitcom premise that Japanese people cannot pronounce words in English and that sex workers are clowns to be used or dismissed.
Bill Murray is an exquisite performer and his ability to be bemused at the trappings of fame is harnessed well by the film, and ScarJo is perfectly cast as a woman trapped in an expensive cage BUT it’s the hyper-gloss style that paints over a moral vacuum.
You’ll be glad to know that the first episode of the new Spitting Image is full of weird racialised characterisations and it’s most ‘cutting’ jokes are reserved for people who, for instance, think the world could be a little better.
And the sketches featuring a Greta Thunberg puppet are a) crap and b) horrible in the context of her age and neurodiversity.