Have been out having fun this weekend - Jools party Friday night, at which we persuaded Big Kev to come back to Canterbury and not go back to London the next day, Saturday was spent having a picnic, a paddle and a laze on Broadstairs beach with Ian, Kev & Flo, got a bit of a dicky tum there but it passed after a couple of hours, then today got up earlier than usual and went for a swim for the first time in ages, then went to Broadstairs again for a huge Sunday lunch with Flo, back to Flo's for a doze while he watched the start of that crap England/Ecuador match (I only saw bits of it, but it looked really poor!) Then back home.
The more time I spend with Ian, the more I am conviced that he's trying to get us used to the parental struggle of having a demanding adolescant with us 24/7. Our entire weekend was filled with being complained at because he couldn't have an icecream/his iPod on in the car/might miss a minute or two of the F1. That is, when he wasn't dragging us out to buy bananas/sweeties. Love him, though!
In a Cafe in Margate we found a Daily Mail and were highly amused by the furore over this story: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=392348&in_page_id=1770&ct=5
(by the way, here to compare & contrast is the BBC's take on it - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/5114946.stm )
Now - to put this into context for me, my parents were an FE Art Lecturer and a Nursery Teacher in the 80s, and I grew up in an Ex-Mining town in the East Midlands that remains gutted by the closure of the mines to this day. Hubs is from the South East admittedly, but from a proud Working Class background, his parents having worked in Nursing, Care etc. So I fucking hate Thatcher. I think she brings down the good name of my gender by several pegs all by herself. I will always recall her legacy of being one of the systematic destruction and castration of the honest working people of Britain, feeding an obnoxious, honking monster of oily 80s greed. If *I* were ever to have a TV show and the subject of that psychopathic, Pinochet-Harbouring old bitch ever came up, I would quite merrily use much harsher words than 'Wank'.
She's *not* a national treasure, she's *not* a frail, wilting flower who will surely wither and die if any unlovely words are broadcast about her. Jonathan Ross on the other hand is, if overpaid, I'll admit, a very fine broadcaster. His Radio 2 show is certainly the best radio show I know of currently on air. The suggestion that he should be sacked for being mildly insulting about a woman who held vast swathes of my country down and fucked it and fucked it and fucked it until it could never get up again is laughably pathetic, particularly since his rudeness to his guests is well known and David Cameron really should have known that he would be less then deferential. But oh, no - ToryBoy just *has* to look cool in front of the kids, doesn't he? Well newsflash, Dave - if you're going for Street Cred, prepared to get a kicking. The Kids grew up under you bastards, and as bad as the lot we're suffering under now are, we're not as stupid and forgetful as you think. And getting all uppity every time one of the people you're trying to pander to says something Off-Message and calling for their heads... so not cool.
The more time I spend with Ian, the more I am conviced that he's trying to get us used to the parental struggle of having a demanding adolescant with us 24/7. Our entire weekend was filled with being complained at because he couldn't have an icecream/his iPod on in the car/might miss a minute or two of the F1. That is, when he wasn't dragging us out to buy bananas/sweeties. Love him, though!
In a Cafe in Margate we found a Daily Mail and were highly amused by the furore over this story: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=392348&in_page_id=1770&ct=5
(by the way, here to compare & contrast is the BBC's take on it - http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk/5114946.stm )
Now - to put this into context for me, my parents were an FE Art Lecturer and a Nursery Teacher in the 80s, and I grew up in an Ex-Mining town in the East Midlands that remains gutted by the closure of the mines to this day. Hubs is from the South East admittedly, but from a proud Working Class background, his parents having worked in Nursing, Care etc. So I fucking hate Thatcher. I think she brings down the good name of my gender by several pegs all by herself. I will always recall her legacy of being one of the systematic destruction and castration of the honest working people of Britain, feeding an obnoxious, honking monster of oily 80s greed. If *I* were ever to have a TV show and the subject of that psychopathic, Pinochet-Harbouring old bitch ever came up, I would quite merrily use much harsher words than 'Wank'.
She's *not* a national treasure, she's *not* a frail, wilting flower who will surely wither and die if any unlovely words are broadcast about her. Jonathan Ross on the other hand is, if overpaid, I'll admit, a very fine broadcaster. His Radio 2 show is certainly the best radio show I know of currently on air. The suggestion that he should be sacked for being mildly insulting about a woman who held vast swathes of my country down and fucked it and fucked it and fucked it until it could never get up again is laughably pathetic, particularly since his rudeness to his guests is well known and David Cameron really should have known that he would be less then deferential. But oh, no - ToryBoy just *has* to look cool in front of the kids, doesn't he? Well newsflash, Dave - if you're going for Street Cred, prepared to get a kicking. The Kids grew up under you bastards, and as bad as the lot we're suffering under now are, we're not as stupid and forgetful as you think. And getting all uppity every time one of the people you're trying to pander to says something Off-Message and calling for their heads... so not cool.