I haven’t heard this for ages, either…

This song was part-banned by the BBC.  Relax, by Frankie Goes to Hollywood was fully banned by the BBC, thus guaranteeing months at number one.  Too Much, Too Young, by The Specials, was just banned from Top of the Pops because of the adult theme involved in the lyrics.  It was, however, allowed on The Old Grey Whistle Test, the more mature sister programme to TOTP.

I personally love this catchy tune, anyway.  You can’t beat a bit of ska.

Have a special day, won’t you!

Ad-Solutely Fabulous

1970’s police series were the business.  Hard-smoking, hard-drinking, womanising cops with politically incorrect, maverick, methods of catching criminals, including car chases galore.

The Sweeney was beyond my bedtime in those days.  Saturday nights were for The Professionals.  Both had great car chases and theme tunes.

Then in the 1990s Nissan produced some hilarious spoof adverts based on The Sweeney and The Professionals.

Shut it!  Enjoy!

Now – The Professionals spoof advert!

Have a professional day, won’t you!

“No school tomorrow”

“No school tomorrow” is a plea used by young British schoolkids when begging their parents to let them stay up later than usual on a Friday or Saturday night, usually when the parents just want a bit of peace and quiet without their offspring being around.

Because there was no school tomorrow, my parents used to let me stay up on Fridays to watch NTNOCN, Not the Nine O’Clock News.  That was forty years ago.  Time flies.  Even as a young pads brat, I used to love my current affairs, news, history and politics and was very occasionally (school holidays) allowed to watch Question Time.

NTNOCN did a brilliant spoof of QT.  Rowan Atkinson (Mr Bean) does a very accurate impression of Lord… Lord er… Lord er… Lord Peter Carrington.

Here it is.  Enjoy!

Have a questioning day, won’t you!

What is Love?

I cannot say what love is.  I can say what love is not.  It’s not about violently assaulting the woman you claim to love.  You may remember me blogging some months ago about my ex-room-mate from university days.  He was convicted of murder in 1991, and was released in 2003, having served a life sentence in various English prisons.

I even appeared on local TV news in 1991 and a documentary in 2004 to provide a character reference along the lines of:

He seemed a likeable bloke, quite charming and charismatic.

After his sentence he moved back to New Zealand, working as a personal trainer and then as a baker.  (He had been studying Classics at university.)

Last night I found out he had this month been convicted of violently assaulting his current girlfriend, expressing little or no remorse.

https://www.tvnz.co.nz/one-news/new-zealand/sunday-feature-kiwi-murdered-girlfriend-in-uk-now-nz-jail-after-new-assaults

Newspaper report

My feelings?  Stunned.  I was expecting him after all these years to have calmed down, having learnt his lesson in prison and after fifteen years’ life back in normal society.

But no.

He can’t control his anger.

Horse feathers.  He won’t control his anger.

Murderers in English prisons attend courses to address their underlying issues such as anger management.  They aren’t released until the psychologist consider them no longer to be a threat to society.  It looks to me like he managed to hoodwink the psychologists.

Maybe this prison sentence will make him stop and think.  There again.  Maybe not.

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Have a loving day, won’t you!