Well hooray for Bradley Wiggins. At last we have a winner of Sports Personality of the Year [an oxymoron for 90% of those who engage in sport] who's actually got a personality! It was not an unexpected result, but you can never tell with these things, especially as the public cannot be trusted on most things where a telephone/text voting system is in place. Generally these voting systems allow popularity to override any sound basis for including a candidate in the next round. Still, on this one-off vote, Jessica Ennis being runner up to Bradley was pretty acceptable all round. Sadly Andy Murray's third place proved that just two personalities had to do for the three trophies, as he has been devoid of anything by way of personality since crying at birth.
Just a thought; Mo Farah captivated the nation, had everyone cheering and shouting from their sofas, and won two gold medals. There is no one in the UK who can't instantly bring to mind the joy and his expression as he crossed the line in the 10,000 metres. He is a thoroughly lovely bloke who is dedicated, and who does lots of good charitable work. He also managed to beat The Cube on ITV. Andy Murray is a sulky millionaire who spends almost all his time away from the UK let alone Scotland, who couldn't even be bothered to make the ceremony. What has Andy given back, by the way? Not sure, although I believe that the tennis establishment in this country has funded him to a massive extent. Anyone getting tax credits one year and doing well the next has to repay it. If a Paralympian swimmer can fly back from Dubai in the middle of training, then I'm quite sure Murray could have made more effort. So, someone whose played tennis for years, who speaks with just one tone, has apparently more claim to third place than Mo. As I say, just a thought.
Strictly Come Dancing
So, after many weeks of dancing, we finally have our final four. That's right, I do indeed mean four. How sixteen contenders can be whittled down weekly, such that the 'final' is between four of them is a mystery to me. A final is between the last two. In the jungle, the celebrities are picked off one by one until the last two remain for the final. Even back in the day of Popstars, it was Garreth and Will going head to head. Okay, X-Factor milks it with a final three, although one drops out a day before to leave the proper final between two. So, SCD is alone in thinking a final is between 4 contestants.
No offence to Lisa Riley finally exits the show, after an extended stay that was not really warranted. Thank goodness that Denise van Outen was deemed worthy of a finalist spot, after winning the dance-off. It was a no-brainer, and thankfully there was no stupidity displayed other than the judges moaning that it was "tough" and a "hard decision". Was it fuck! Please do not take this as any slant on Lisa as a person, nor as any discrimination against her for being big. It is quite simply the case that the others are far better dancers than her and deserved to go through. I do suspect that she hung around because the public votes were cast on a basis that was flawed, ie. some weird notions that needed to reward size, enthusiasm, scary face-pulling and novelty - but not the ability to dance and be good to watch.
Sadly Bruce was not ill enough to miss presenting the show with the loud northern woman. Apparently he missed dress rehearsals as, according to one newspaper report, he'd apparently turned up at the BBC feeling "not too clever" - well, no change there then. So, we had to endure his dire efforts at presenting and didn't we do well - us, not him!
I see in today's paper that the odds on favourite is Louis Smith. Sorry, but that demonstrates the pointlessness of these programmes, because of the four (yes, fucking four) finalists, Louis is the weakest. Can someone please devise a talent contest that rewards talent - period.
USA Shooting - Sandy Hook
Sadly there's little that can be done to stop things like this happening. We've had it in the UK, where gun laws are tight. It's even happened in Norway. It is no surprise that with millions of guns in the USA, and probably 300 million inhabitants, there will be an incident like the one last week. The prevalence of guns as part of US culture means that nothing can really be done about people occasionally going off the rails and deciding to shoot whomever is in their path. There will be the usual demands for 'tightening up', and the equally vocal demands for maintenance of rights from the gun lobby. Unfortunately the United States of America is united in its susceptibility to misuse of firearms - period. I am glad that the UK is different in its outlook, and it would be stupid ever to relax laws. It's too late though for the USA to do much about anything, other than to arm even more people as a deterent; how mad is that? Finally, in all societies, there are occasional acts of madness, evil or stupidity, and it is ludicrous to think that trying to examine the minds of offenders is ever going to achieve much. I've heard that because the killer suffered from Asperger's Syndrome, some people are raising that as an argument for viewing the condition with prejudice. That is as stupid as deciding that a birth sign has relevance, or people with six fingers are more likely to pull a trigger; maybe a glove-wearing Sagittarian with six fingers and a liking for sudoku puzzles ought to be arrested on sight? Society has within it some individuals for whom nothing can really be done, in terms of protecting the general public.
Miley Cyrus
So fucking unnecessary, inappropriate, unattractive and in bad taste. I am talking of course about both the photo of her at the recent VH1 Awards, and Miley in general.
Can anyone tell me why this mannerism [is it fair to call it a physical form of tourettes?] is deemed acceptable to the point of being included within so-called entertainment, please? Grow up, Miley, or just go away.
Newspaper Space
There are some very good causes in the world, those that require some support. There are also many instances of frivolous shite that contaminates our world, and there is no better example of such a phenomenon than today's article in the centre pages of The Sun. "All I want for Christmas is my mum and dad together" declares/bemoans one Tamara Ecclestone. Well, sorry luv, but I don't give a coot's cunt about that, or you, or your inclusion in a newspaper that should have no reason to publish anything you utter. I am sick to cuntin' death of people whinging about their lot in life, when they have every chance of doing something worthwhile, useful, rewarding and brilliant. Spoilt brats are not welcome. We've had it in the past, where people like, for example, Robbie Wiilliam have moaned about their predicaments and traumas, while sitting on a pile of cash (£80 million?) and looking for sympathy! Here we have Tamara, who can fuck right off as far as sympathy goes - and why the cuntin' fuck am I reading this in a national newspaper?
The article opens with the following: ""With a £45million London home, 120 pairs of Louboutin shoes and a dad worth £1.8billion, Tamara Ecclestone appears to be the girl who has everything." Her parents divorced in 2009, when she was 25 years old (an adult??) and so I am struggling to make comparisons with traumatised kids whose parent split rather earlier. An adult of 25 is rather more able to handle issues arising from a split than a young kid, and it's rather less of an issue when everything is on a fucking plate. Sorry, but I do not spend 40p to read about your fucking woes! Go and talk to some cunt who's interested.
Up To No Good
Yet again I am having to complain about the pathetic use of the phrase "up to" in advertisements on TV. I struggle with nobs in marketing who seem to think that it's okay to claim partial success for their product.
Alway Ultra is apparently "devised for up to 100% neutralisation". That means just one thing for the sanitary towels - they could leave the wearer with a lump of cotton that is only 25% effective, and fucking awful for any cunt going near a cunt! So the "up to" is a bit short of helpful, don't you think?
Head & Shoulders is equally reticent about product endorsement, although perhaps with less grief for those involved. "Leaving your hair up to 100% flake free" is not much good if you're the mug whose hair is left 17.23% flake free.
If it were up to me, the twats in charge of marketing would be shot.
Weather
This last week has seen some more of the usual apologies for forecasts, and the use of poor grammar amongst the nonsense relayed to us by a grinning twat on the TV. For that matter, the nonsense also comes to us from twats (no doubt also grinning) over the radio waves.
"Temperatures down to minus one degrees" was a classic. Is the unit of measurement now a 'degrees', with the plural being 'degree' perhaps? This was followed by another pronouncement that the following day there would be "lows of one". There's me thinking that one was fucking singular - how silly I are.
Just to confirm, if you're in any doubt whatsoever, that we are well and truly in the "wintry shower" season. Actually, seasons would be more accurate because the termed is banded about during Autumn and pissing Spring as well. From 1st October until May, we experience showers that are "Wintry" [I prefer 'Wintery' by the missing 'e' is now embedded in the Met Office's rulebook]. Sadly there's no reciprocal rule that says any shower falling in those months can, if the weather is clement, be termed "Summery". In summary, "Wintry" is here whether or not I like it - still hope springs autumnal. [I'll shut up now with the puns *]
Equally annoying is the sponsorship associated with weather fucking forecasts. There's nothing these days that can be aired on TV without consideration of either a (i) Sponsorship, or (ii) Competition.- or (iii) Both. The local weather is apparently "proudly sponsored . . . " rather than the tamer version of simply "sponsored".
I was informed that the weather was for the next couple of days going to be "quiet". No, that was not meant to mean no thunder. Further consideration prevented the option of high winds, rain or hail as well, unless it was likely to be the fine mist that gets into your clothes without you realising - 'stealth rain' as I call it. So, all quiet on the western front (sorry, I just had to include that - or do I mean occlude?) tells us rather little about the forthcoming weather. I will venture to say that there is no noise produced by snow, fog, sunshine or solar cunting eclipse - so . . . . bit of variation in the possibilities, eh?
[* I am lying]
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