Generally speaking, my apathy knows no bounds, but just occasionally I am shaken out of my docility by something exciting. The Wikileaks vs Governments skirmish seems to have done just that.
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
It all starts with a leak...
Generally speaking, my apathy knows no bounds, but just occasionally I am shaken out of my docility by something exciting. The Wikileaks vs Governments skirmish seems to have done just that.
Monday, 29 November 2010
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
Back with a whimper
Friday, 17 September 2010
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Not in My Name
This post has been delayed quite significantly by the occurrence of World Cup games every flipping evening. Apologies. I couldn't not watch, though. I love football.
I don't love England (the football team), though. This World Cup has been the first one where I haven't supported the Three Lions (excepting those times when they failed to qualify at all). In fact, I not only haven't supported them, I haven't even watched them play, which has on occasion meant going quite considerably out of my way. My decision not to join my countrymen in supporting “our boys” has gone down pretty poorly with my friends, too. Going for a kip during England's opening match against the USA was a particularly unpopular move.
I've got my reasons, though, by jove. These are they:
1. Loathsome people – especially in the team. I can't go from detesting the very sight of John Terry and Ashley Cole on a weekly basis to cheering for them for a month every two years. It feels weird, two-faced and conviction-less (the last of which I certainly am not).
It's not just the players, though, if I'm honest. It's (some of) the fans, too. They're loud, obnoxious, boorish and sun-burnt. I'm only one of those things, I fondly believe. A large and vocal element of them are basically horrible. I don't want to be associated with them and they put me off. Some people might think that's snobbery, but I don't really agree. Surely I'm allowed to find some people, well, just unpleasant? I wouldn't support the estate agent industry, either, were I in it. This metaphor is confusing and I want out.
2. Patriotism and the last refuge of the scoundrel – isn't actually the best quote on the subject. That award goes to George Bernard Shaw for “patriotism is the belief your country is superior to all other countries because you were born in it”. It's patent nonsense and I don't feel much/any of it. It's almost totally arbitrary where you're born and I don't think the UK's such a screaming big deal anyway. Not for me.
3. Solidarity with my ma – who is only the most prominent (to me) reminder that not everyone likes being invaded by football every time an international tournament rolls around. It's not just internationals, too. The Premiership has grown to monstrous proportions and consumes ever more of our lives, football lover or not. These people are English too, aren't they?
Really, supporting anything is about caring for and relating to it. I'm not fussed in the slightest whether England ever manage to string passes together and I just don't feel part of the whole thing. It's not them, it's me. What the devil's wrong with that?
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Waking Up to a Massive Election - Part II
Thursday, 13 May 2010
Waking Up to a Massive Election - Part I
Thursday, 29 April 2010
3rd Leaders' Debate III
3rd Leaders' Debate II
3rd Leaders' Debate
Thursday, 22 April 2010
2nd Leaders' Debate II
2nd Leaders' Debate
Monday, 19 April 2010
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
The Leaders' Debate III
The Leaders' Debate II
The Leaders' Debate
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Modern Boss
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Isn't it Good (Norwegian Wood)?
This post is overdue. Apologies to my legions of fans, but I've been hella busy of late. I went to Oslo the weekend before last, though, and this blog will be about that.