I am typing this still a tiny bit in a Eurovision-drunken state (real drunkenness in 14 year olds is frowned up) however I am ready to discuss Eurovision, and I’m not leaving until every single person in the world has converted to the idea that Greece was robbed.
First up, let’s discuss our own entry. Bonnie Tyler was warbling on our behalf this year, singing ‘Believe in Me’. I have to be honest and say I’ve not been engaging in all the Bonnie love, I missed the memo and it never occurred to me that it was mandatory to like Bonnie, and even forgot to order a cake with her face on it. In fact, I’m always a traitor at these sorts of events. In 2011 I hated Blue so much I pulled a party popper when they finished 11th and became Swedish/Irish for the night, and in 2010 my heart belonged to Bosnia and Herzegovina’s entry. I do think however that the excitement is infectious and by the end even I was tempted to play Holding Out for a Hero and accept it. Bonnie finished 19th in the end, which to be optimistic was better than Engelbert Humperdinck, and beat Ireland (who we were very cruel to, sorry).
The actual winner was Denmark, who was the favourite in a squawk of predictability. My personal favourites were Greece, even if their song title was factually incorrect and misleading. They finished 6th, though at one point at the beginning they were first which I like to think was the point where the contest should have ended and everyone joined one another for a rousing sing-along.
Finland had sparked controversy earlier in the week for featuring two women kiss, and I do think Graham Norton summed up the correct response to that best: “If two girls kissing offends you, then you need to grow up”. In fact, Graham was great throughout, being able to comment the thoughts of the people at home competently. Cascada were Germany’s entry, and brought back terrible memories of having 3 of their albums and playing them to death back in 2009… If there’s one lesson to be learnt from this year it’s that there’s always something out there to remind you of your shitty music taste in the past.
As usual though, it is Twitter which keeps you sane during it. I dread to think where I would be without knowing what Aliona Moon’s (the Moldova entrant) dress could possibly look like, and there’s nothing quite like the citizens of twitter translating the songs themselves, even if I’m not 100% certain that Belarus were singing about the goodness of a Solero.
Twitter had one fascination throughout the evening, whatever would Nigel Farage think? Sadly he kept quiet on the issue, but I like to think Romania and Bulgaria’s entries were the final straw for him and he ended up crying on the floor by the half-way point and is possibly nursing himself in a pub right now. Anyone fancy finding him?
At one point the host, Petra Mede, did some kind of musical song thing which included dancing meatballs, a miming of a bicycle (hey, a bicycle is expensive- if Greece had won then next year the whole stadium would be mimed with people holding invisible microphones and wearing invisible clothes) and lots of name checks to famous Swedish things and people. Abba were frequently mentioned throughout the night, with at one point, if I remember correctly, a quite bad rendition of The Winner Takes it All being performed.
All in all it was a good night, my Mum was off to enjoy it with me (she’s not the only person who books days off work 3 months in advance so she doesn’t miss Eurovision, right?) and crucially, none of the three of us had our favourites win. Yay for equality!
Thanks for reading, I have (unimportant but still quite important, if you catch my drift) exams all week which I have prepared zilch for, so I’m off to panic over those now, have a nice week. I’m off next week so fingers crossed I will actually start writing regularly again.
You’ve probably read it, but in case you haven’t: Michael Rosen’s open letter and follow-up response to Gove was fantastic. (The latter is here, it contains links to the former: gu.com/p/3fmb8
) I always love Rosen’s CiF entries.
Thank you for that, I hadn’t seen it before now. That really is excellent.
I’m a bit late really, and not in the fashionable way either. Since the last time we met I have bought a lot of ridiculous things; the highlight probably being a cuddly toy of Max from Max and Ruby which I have no use for but a childhood obsession. I also forgot to buy absolutely everything I promised I’d buy (headphones which don’t break after a day, nice shoes etc.) which was quite nice of me. Anyway, fear not. I’m back, filled with as much irritation and idiocy as ever. I originally did have a paragraph prepped from Thursday which talked about Farage’s face being imprinted into the sun. Sadly it got lost along the way, so you’ll never have the pleasure. I do hope to still discuss the local elections though, and more wonderful stuff for children.
Obviously the UKIP vote has increased, and it has relentlessly been covered by the press. Nigel Farage has yet again been everywhere, and the press are making it seem like UKIP are about to take over the world. They won over quite a lot of Conservative seats and it is also now hinted that Labour should be worried that they will take away some of their vote too, even if they haven’t too much yet. I see why that could occur; it’s very easy for these parties to use immigrants as a scape-goat and say that’s to the blame for cuts and lack of housing, and people are going to believe it too. It’s sad that parties like UKIP are using this propaganda in a bid to win over votes. Saying that though, I refuse to believe that UKIP could ever actually get in or will last more than a couple of years more before the next protest party come along- we’re not that stupid, surely? Have you seen their other policies?
Michael Gove has always been considered by me as a bit of a nuisance and much of an annoyance for an age now, and on Thursday he went even further in a shocking speech taking a dig at Mr Men. The story behind it is that apparently he learnt that a history GCSE class use them to explain Hitler, and used this as an example of almost ‘dumbing down’ along with Angry Birds and Twilight. What he failed to mention of course, was that the Mr Men activity was to help the Year 11 students teach Year 6 students, and that it is almost certain they will have been doing hard work and essays beforehand. Apparently using models of any sort to help something be understood is bad now? I’m taking History next year (along with Classics and Business Studies- I could either be the next Mary Beard or the next Apprentice idiot who gets sacked by a man who likes to fight with Piers Morgan on Twitter and constantly tells us the football score despite the fact no one cares, and if they did they wouldn’t want the information from him.) so I’ll let you know if any Mr Men pop up, and take pictures just to watch Gove get all flustered and upset over education being tainted forever.
Thinking about Mr Men and the Guardian’s poll to find which Mr Men represented Gove did get me thinking about what would happen if all politicians were Mr Men, and not forgetting Little Miss (Little Miss Contrary is forever my favourite of all time, she made me proud to wear glasses). So many of them could be Mr Wrong, though I’ll let Gove have it as he started this whole business. Mr Mean even almost has Iain Duncan Smith’s hair, which makes it obvious and Mr Uppity has just the right top hat to be an ex-Eton boy, so it has to be David Cameron. Little Miss Trouble is Nadine Dorries though Eric Joyce would fit in well too and I suppose my own Little Miss Contrary can go to Sarah Teather for her equal marriage vote. We could go on all day and have a country full of characters if we wanted to, but I’m aware that I’m beginning to sound a bit mad.
Also going on this week is news that Ed Miliband is officially a hero. Oh yes: http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/politics/ed-miliband-my-hero-action-man-labour-leader-rescues-injured-cyclist-8609959.html.
The Queen’s speech occurred on Wednesday, and I really wasn’t impressed. Apart from the constant reference to ‘hard workers’ as if sitting in a hat reading some words in front of you gave you the authority to define others as hard working or not, the immigration bill is the main part I wish to dissect. It is trying to make it harder for immigrants to access public services such as social security, housing and from using the NHS. It also wants doctors to check immigrant’s documents which causes many problems and breaks confidentiality. It just seems to be pandering to UKIP’s drum, which is worrying. I won’t go into too much detail on the others policies, but this explains it: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-22437884.
Now I like to reward people for enduring horrible things. I offer gold stars after each edition of Question Time and understand people need a balance between reality and entertainment. Therefore, it is my duty to direct you to Dennis Skinner’s yearly contribution to the Queen’s speech as a nice finishing point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzsHm_WMEL4.
Thanks for reading.
Hello, I was planning on writing on local elections today but I want to do a quality blog on that (well, that’s yours to judge) so it shall be done on Sunday. Instead today I am going to discuss television. Hope you enjoy.
The Wright Way is a show you’ve probably heard of, though not for the right reasons. Every now and then a show comes along which is so bad it shocks the audience. In fact with the Wright Way I would go further, because not only did it shock the audience but it stunned them as well. How did the man who co-wrote Blackadder and The Young Ones make a sitcom this bad, which is basically David Haig wagging his moustache in anger at things for half an hour? I know the majority of people came to the realisation that Ben Elton had gone bit rubbish ages ago, but I’ve always had a soft spot for him and my bookcase backs this up. In fact, my proudest moment in life is when Ben Elton Novels came up as a Pointless round and all my answers were Pointless. Of course, I do understand why BBC has commissioned it; he’s a safe writer who everyone knows and the premise is easy to comprehend. But that still doesn’t explain how these jokes were thought up. I would cite examples, but I was forced to take it out of my brain straight after viewing for safety purposes. Thinking of positives is hard; however I do have one thing to offer: I think that Big Top was worse. Only a little, but it counts.
Normally I would have another paragraph discussing other well-known rubbish programmes, however I won’t because my 6 year old self LOVED My Family and My Hero, and I wish to pay her respect. And then show her a bunch of other DVDs, obviously.
10 O’Clock Live is back, and I’m still conflicted. On one hand we have finally got rid of Jimmy Carr’s dress up time. That’s nice, and should really stop me from moaning too badly. However, the debates are what really are getting me ‘a bit’ irritated this time. I know it’s a comedy show, and I agree that the last thing we need is these debates to turn into Question Time- once a week is more than enough. But, there is nothing funny about one person screeching over another until the ones who actually wanted a proper debate just end up with their head in their hands. It’s just frustrating, a waste of time and makes people search for the Snooker. There are still some good bits: Charlie Brooker’s piece is the highlight and the table discussions have their moments, but I can’t say I come away from it feeling particularly satisfied or like I’ve spent 55minutes laughing.
On Monday ITV tried comedy again. Vicious was first, and I definitely can see it having potential. I’m less sure about the Job Lot, I can’t say it looks like my sort of thing and the whole thing has kind of started to annoy me already which can’t be good, however that may just be down to the fact it’s on Mondays. Maybe I’m being unfair and need to give it another try. I will be rational here, and let it settle down.
I’m sure I got very passionate over Dara O Briain: School Of Hard Sums last year, and I can confirm I still love it a lot. I’m not sure why, I usually am rubbish at maths, but there’s something about it which makes it fun and challenging, and which makes me really want to try to get it right. It’s almost as if Dara is going to give me a biscuit and I like that atmosphere.
It’s my birthday tomorrow (I may have mentioned that once or twice before), and it is then I believe I will officially be able to join Young Labour. That is very exciting for me, and has caused general bemusement to everyone I know. When I’m 18 and finally get to vote, I suspect my excitement will extend to a cartwheel, and it is then everyone will know how emotional I am. I can happily say I have never cartwheeled in my life. Even my attempts at a roll lead to the teacher giving up eventually and walking away, knowing I just can’t succeed.
Thank you for reading!
First of all, HAPPY ED BALLS DAY! It’s been two years since the greatest tweet of all time. I hope you’ve had a good day full of excitement and joy, and even if you want to punch anyone tweeting Ed Balls by now, I still wish you plenty of Ed Balls on this wonderful Ed Balls day. You see, this event appeals to my immature self and I bloody love it. Sorry.
There’s not been a political scandal for about a month now, and I think the media have squeezed every opinion and thought ever to be produced on Thatcher, so today I’m hoping to calm things down a bit and write a blog on UKIP, Labour and a few other things.
Starting off with UKIP, this week I have noticed a steady rise in the coverage given to them. It has felt like everywhere I go, UKIP have been staring at me, doing stupid things and just really making me roll my eyes. There have been theories floating about that the sudden increase in coverage which is negative about them is by worried Tories who think UKIP could embarrass them at the local elections, and I suppose that could be a factor, however when candidates are discussing on Facebook about how physical exercise can prevent homosexuality, and another thinks Jews are to blame for the Holocaust, surely that should be reported? UKIP do have to take responsibility for the people who are coming to them and their views, and if a percentage of candidates do have these ideas in their minds and are broadcasting them, the public has a right to know. I have also seen a UKIP member I follow (I’m too polite not to follow back, I promise he followed me first) try his best to present the whole ‘vetting for former BNP candidates’ as a good thing, which just stinks of desperation to me.
Even if we are to accept that UKIP are being negatively presented in the media, there is the major contradiction in the form of the coverage presented to Nigel Farage. On Thursday it was his 13th appearance on Question Time, which gives him a platform to blame everything on the EU and scaremonger over immigration. On Tuesday Channel 4 News even ran a very Partridge-esque film of him visiting Bulgaria, desperately running around to back up his claim about the ‘flocks’ of Bulgarians coming to the UK after controls are relaxed and ignoring all evidence to the contrary. There was also footage of him dancing and being completely speechless on a Bulgarian chat show. Watch now: http://www.channel4.com/news/nigel-farage-ukip-immigration-bulgaria-romania-video
Apparently Ed Miliband is planning to have an Autumn reshuffle, and whilst nothing has been confirmed I am still prepping a wish list. I haven’t got too far yet, I’d like Stephen Twigg to go mainly because he’s been quite useless in opposing Gove, and Liam Byrne certainly wouldn’t be missed by me either. Promotions are harder, I can think of a few but there’s no solid decision in my mind. Of course, the chances of Ed actually listening to me are at a nice round 0, but it’s nice to guess- yeah? Nearer the time I’ll be sure to go all weird on you and print a massive list of every member of Labour I’ve ever loved/hated.
One thing which hasn’t really been covered this week despite the fact it was pretty big is the House of Lord’s vote on Section 75. A full article is here: http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/section-75-last-ditch-bid-stop-1852287. It’s a shocking change to the NHS and it has been covered very sparsely.
I’ll stop now; next blog will be on television and WILL be before Saturday. I promise, if not then feel free to threaten to break my legs or something else- motivate me, please. It is all I really need, even if it may be beyond the rules of normal etiquette.
-Today I’m writing on television. I’ve held off the subject for an age now, because I’ve been going through a stage of political obsession (not over it) but now it’s time to start caring again, seeing as over the next two weeks everything returns. Obviously I can’t predict the future (I predicted a song on 6Music once and started screaming. Coincidence of course, which I did purely by knowing 6Music’s style on Friday’s, but I thought you may like to know that anyway) but I’ll tell you my feelings and such, and it will be a laugh to see how bad I am at predicting what they’ll be like. Hope you enjoy.
First of all, let’s divulge into the present and tomorrow is the final of Broadchurch. I usually hate dramas; I don’t know why, but I can count single-handily the amount I’ve enjoyed over the last year or so. In fact, I only really decided to give this one a go as my Monday’s were empty and I was in the mood for a change. By the end of the first episode I knew I was onto a winner, both Olivia Colman and David Tennant are exceptional in their roles as two police officers investigating a young boy, Danny’s murder. The supporting cast are also brilliant, especially Jodie Whittaker and Andrew Bachan as the parents of Danny, they really do display a lot of emotion through their acting. Tomorrow we should find out who committed the crime, and whilst I have had many a heated debate over it, I am still going for Joe. I’m not sure if I’m in denial though; as I am a ‘tiny’ bit in love with Paul the Vicar (I really need to get onto watching Arthur in Doctor Who) and may just about cry if he has turned out to have done it. I’m probably totally wrong though, so we shall have to wait and see tomorrow.
Have I Got News for You returned a couple of weeks ago now, and so far I am enjoying it. Okay, it is suffering a bit from what I like to call ‘the week late bug’. It’s not the catchiest phrase you will hear all day today, but it does what it says on the tin and describes perfectly the fact their Thatcher jokes could be recited word by word by me, the worst joke teller in all the land. Saying that, delivery is key and I’d much rather hear Joe Wilkinson deliver a joke in a funny voice than spend ten minutes trying to work out what someone’s saying on Twitter as they’ve totally lost the use of their apostrophe key. Apart from that, it is a fun way to spend a Friday night and already we’ve had some great hosts. Stephen Mangan, Brian Blessed and Warwick Davis have hosted so far, with some excellent guests such as Bridget Christie and Richard Osman.
Also on Fridays is Not Going Out, now without Tim Vine. As someone who has always had Tim as my favourite character in the show, I am still a little apprehensive at his absence, I’m fairly biased on this matter though so don’t trust me- go and explore for yourselves. Even without Tim, it still has plenty of ‘gags’ and I’m sure there would be something for you to enjoy in it- I’m looking forward to seeing how it develops without Tim and if they get a replacement.
I’ll advance into the future now, and become your tv guide for comedy over the next two weeks:
-On Tuesday, the Wright Way starts on BBC1. I won’t lie, it looks awful but I’ll give it a try anyway. Don’t get me wrong, I like Ben Elton who has written it, but I like his books and comic input from the 80s more. Much more.
-On Wednesday it is 10 O’Clock Live, which shockingly is on at 10pm and is live. I’m quite looking forward to this one, the first 2 series have been a bit (well, a lot) hit and miss but I’m hoping they’ll iron out the mistakes this time and get it right with the talent they have.
-Thursday brings us Watson and Oliver. I hated the first series, however that was over a year ago now- a time where I bought enough Queen (monarch, not the band) memorabilia to sink my house (I’m sorry, I was awful) and liked chicken dippers. I have changed, and I plan on giving this another chance to go in.
-Also on Thursday, Russell Howard’s Good News is back. It’s not a favourite of mine, but it’s not awful either so I may or may not tune in depending on other factors.
-Next Monday the Job Lot starts in around the same lot as Broadchurch. I’m not sure how good it’ll be, but I’m definitely willing to give it a try- the cast is promising.
-Finally, on 1st May Dara O Briain’s School Of Hard Sums returns and I’m very excited. The first series led me to solving the Monty Hall problem at school and for the first time ever knowing the answer in maths before anyone else. You cannot argue with that logic, it is awesome.
Would I Lie to You? also returns on 3rd May (the day before my birthday, important information to know) which should be good, and I’m sure I’ve missed quite a lot of stuff off I have no interest in, or are on the radio.
I’ll abruptly finish here; tweeting to do, Wombles pin to glare at, bedrooms to avoid cleaning. Thanks for reading today; I hope to write on politics sometime this week.
Something happened on Monday. You probably know what. That’s all you really need to know, but if you want a load of words then you are very welcome to continue:
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I’ve been putting this off for days now, because I’m not very good at being serious and know once I publish I’ll end up scrutinising my words until they’ve been dissected a ridiculous amount by myself. However, I can’t put it off forever and now I am going to write a (mostly) serious blog on the events on this week. I hope you can tolerate me.
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Hey, I am writing today on television. First of all, congratulations! If you are reading this then you survived the bank holiday, didn’t eat so much chocolate you passed out and didn’t die of boredom yesterday. You rock. Of course I am being ridiculous here- maybe you had a lovely Bank Holiday. I’ve just had an absolute hatred of them for as long as I can remember. Last year’s wasn’t so bad, I got up at 1, watched Dumb and Dumber then overdosed on Peep Show so I started speaking in Mark’s voice (inside my head, obviously. Though I have been told my voice is extremely posh for no reason whatsoever, so I suppose it could be in reality too). This year however was a blaze of depression as I read more and more articles on the terrible welfare cuts and reforms taking place, and was forced to watch a range of television shows so bad they made me cry for Splash to return as soon as possible. Anyway, this blog is hoping to be a bit more positive than that hints at, and will discuss a few shows I liked (and to be fair, some I don’t).
First of all, Doctor Who. For years now I’ve never ‘got’ Doctor Who. I’ve not written angry poetry on how much I despise it or anything, but I never really got the appeal in watching some time lord defeat Daleks and other scary creatures. I saw a Dalek when I was about 8, trying to get a pasty in Greggs (a good few years before the pasty tax or I’d be giving the Dalek a badge of political honour) but thought nothing of it really- the people usually in the city were equally as scary as a metal machine shouting Exterminate, and whilst I think I took a blurry image I didn’t start watching or anything.
I’m older now though, and gave into temptation on Saturday and finally got to see what all the fuss is about. It turns out that yet again everyone is right and it actually is very very good. I remember when I realised Mrs Brown’s Boys was quite good (I’ve since started to hate it again though) I did a big apology thing, and so I’ll do the same here: I’m sorry Doctor Who, you’re very good. I think my punishment for denying myself the pleasure of Doctor Who for so long is already occurring in the fact I have 50 years to catch up on. I’m currently watching the X-Files (don’t get me started on my love for both Mulder and Scully, someone started me off on Facebook once and I didn’t shut up for about a day. Blame bloody Catatonia for bringing it to my attention), The Office (UK) and The West Wing so it will be a while yet, but I will watch them all someday and I’m very excited.
Yesterday the 1983 election was repeated on BBC Parliament. I mainly learnt 2 things from it:
1. Split votes are never good.
2. It is very important never ever to forget 80s fashion, in order to never make the same mistake. Take a look at Dimbleby in ’83. He had a lovely bouffant, okay- but his tie. This is a general election, it’s important. And yet he went with pink with tiny white spots? Seeing as nowadays he has frogs and unicorns (probably, I’ve only been watching QT for a year) for Question Time, surely for an election he should have saved the very best? This is proof to me that in 1983, everything was boring fashion-wise. Even Dimbleby. (Apart from the earrings, they were amazing- we are due a massive earring revolution soon I think. They must be as big as humanly possible- I’ve taken the first step and bought a massive pair of hearts. You follow).
Also airing last night was Jonathan Creek. I normally adore Jonathan Creek, and while admittedly it’s no longer in its prime, it still does hold a very place in my heart, mainly because when I was in Year 6 a supply teacher came into our school smugly telling us mysteries and trying to get us to solve them. I did, because he stole them off an episode of Jonathan Creek. Oh Yeah, one point to the moody girl at the back who hates everyone in the room! (I was far too quiet to actually tell him I knew, but it made me feel very happy to have out smarted a 20 something balloon-animal maker supply teacher)
Last night’s episode was great to a certain extent, however the ending for me got a bit far-fetched and wasn’t really logical. If last night was your first viewing of Jonathan Creek, then I do advise trying to watch some episodes with Caroline Quentin- I really like Sheridan Smith, don’t get me wrong but she just doesn’t compare. I’m still excited about the series apparently coming in the autumn obviously, but I do hope it gets better.
Finally, on Saturday after Doctor Who I subjected myself to the Voice again. You’ll be very happy to know, I’m still obsessed with Tom Jones. I’m sure one day I will see he’s not perfect, and find other old men to obsess over, but for now Tom is my king and I just couldn’t resist it. My other memories of the Voice are faint; I recall someone doing a version of Never Tear Us Apart, and I do remember hearing the instrumental of Laughing With by Regina Spektor at one point and applauding BBC’s taste for oncem but apart from that I seem to have wiped out the information. I’ll have to watch next week and see what I remember afterwards, and then again and again, won’t I?
Thanks for reading; I haven’t exactly decided what to write on next- it’ll either be a really angry piece on the government and cuts, or a really light-hearted piece on Club Penguin. It depends how I wake up tomorrow/Thursday. That is my life.
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Today I’m writing on politics.
First of all, I’m going to try and dissect Boris Johnson, something which is quite hard to do really- Eddie Mair did a fantastic job last week on Marr, but unfortunately I’m not Eddie Mair. I can only dream of having half his wonderfulness. Plus, I don’t have the real Boris in studio with me- I’m currently in my living room, watching the Biggest Loser USA (which I hate, but the remote is on the other side of the room and I’m listening to music anyway) and trying not to get too excited about Tom Jones later on (it’s now Sunday, and I can write on authority I had lots to be excited about- man, that guy has sass). I’m babbling here, so let’s get on with the show:
On Monday a documentary on Boris was shown. It was called Boris Johnson: The Irresistible Rise, and as the title suggested was following the popularity of Boris with suitable interviews from his family and other people who knew him. Now, I’m sure you’ve probably gathered by now I don’t like Boris. I find him to be covering up his real self with a persona of fluffy hair and silliness, and that really irritates me. Saying that though, the documentary was reasonably interesting- nothing spectacularly new or explosive, more a video version of an especially boring autobiography- but still not a bad way of spending a Monday night (even if I did have to record the awesome Broachchurch).
On Tuesday, shocking news hit. David Miliband is to step down as an MP to take up a dream job for a charity in New York. The charity is called International Rescue Committee, which has led to an influx of Thunderbirds jokes. I didn’t join in with them: not because I’m a humourless bint, though I am- but because I’ve never seen Thunderbirds. Try to keep your mouths closed, I know it’s disgraceful- I’m most uncultured. I am familiar with the titles, I’m not a moron, however I have absolutely no jokes to make on the matter. Luckily, David is much like his brother in the respect that he has a way with faces, and I have a selection to link you to now:
http://news.bbcimg.co.uk/media/images/48338000/jpg/_48338601_milliband_banana_uppa_224.jpg –The tale of Miliband and the banana.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/—hFzwLOpnvI/Tmpixf0yKlI/AAAAAAAAACM/yUFwTbS42w8/s320/David+Miliband+Confetti.jpg –The tale of Miliband and the scary confetti.
http://discourseincsharpminor.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/badmiliband2.jpg?w=215&h=300 –The tale of Miliband and the unexplainable facial muscles.
I could go on, but I won’t- you can entertain yourself for hours simply by typing ‘David Miliband funny’ into Google, and I wish for you to earn your fun (of course, simply typing in ‘Miliband funny’ won’t work as Ed is even sillier than David. Please don’t have all your fun quite yet, you must wait for a suitable time to completely explore the Ed range of silly photos).
There’s been much talk of this finally being the end of the Blairites, which seems doubtable to me I‘m afraid- no matter how much we’re promised they’re already gone. We’ll see, I suppose, stranger things have happened in the world of politics, but the reckoning of them stopping writing loads of articles all over the place seems relatively slim (Digital Bennite is my favourite insult from them so far, I quite want a badge to be made up from that).
Finally, this is a fantastic article on benefit cuts: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2013/mar/28/benefit-cuts-monday-defines-government. Bedroom tax protests have been taking place this weekend, and I am glad to say my local news did report on it yesterday (North West Tonight if you fancy attempting to stalk me- go on) even if the main news didn’t.
Thanks for reading. I hope you’re all having a nice Easter! I’ve been celebrating by getting up at 1:30pm, stuffing my face and now spending the rest of the day feeling sick. I’m hoping to talk about Doctor Who tomorrow, but it all depends- BBC Parliament are re-showing the 1983 election and I am so excited I can barely breath (plus, new Jonathan Creek!).