“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!

German Anglophiles

The Germans are big Anglophiles – despite Brexit.  They love British pop, and also pomp… and ceremony.  German TV broadcasts Trooping the Colour quasi-live.

The Germans also love Last Night of the Proms, especially the singing of Rule Britannia!  You don’t have to be:

  • A bigot
  • A little Englander
  • Xenophobic or racist
  • A Brexiteer (sorry about the bad language)

You just have to join in with the Brits in a bit of tongue-in-cheek, slightly self-effacing, musical fun.

In recent years, the soloist leading the singing has been:

  • Swedish
  • Maltese
  • Peruvian
  • And this will shock you – even a Welshman!

The Night has also become ever more inclusive.  Last year I was heartened to see people happily waving the Irish tricolour at the public broadcast in Belfast, as well as Union Flags and “red hand” flags.  This is a sign of true peace and progress in Ulster.

So, open your lungs.  Open your mouth wide.  Please be upstanding.  Join in with this marvellous rendition.

Have a Britannic day, won’t you!

Machmallauter! Eurovision

The Eurovision Song Contest is on TV this Saturday.  I’ll be cleaning my toenails… alphabetising my CD collection… just unavailable for TV watching.

As far as I’m concerned, Eurovision went downhill after Nicole and A Little Peace Bucks Fizz and Making Your Mind Up Johnny Logan and What’s Another Year… no, hang on.  It’s been 42 years since there was ever a good, get ’em on the dance floor, song on Eurovision…

Enjoy!

Have a brotherly day, won’t you!