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Wainwright dies again

Fresh from the trails around Grasmere, it seemed like fate to return home to find a series about Wainwright starting up on BBC4. Each week, a programme is devoted to one of Wainwright’s most loved walks. The opportunity to show the stunning landscape and hear the wit and observation of AW come through was not to be missed. Yet missed it was as Julia Bradbury – that well known travel correspondant – managed to drain the Lakes of all interest. Her witless observations attempted to place a modern spin upon Wainwright as she so aptly observed things such as “Wainwright believed the Lakes could take your mind off incessant worries – we all have incessant worries don’t we?” The depth of her analysis reached across the valleys in a way that would surely unite any person who would claim to love that land. The landscapes, dull as they are, were lifted by lingering close-ups of Julia’s blank face as the cameraperson cleverly contrasted those smooth lines with the ancient crags. Truly, a masterclass in documentary making.

I’d rather have watched Johnny Vegas drag himself up there. At least it would have been entertaining.

I have a problem I’d like to talk about

It’s not that I don’t care. I don’t, but that’s not the reason I loathe medical phone-ins on TV and radio. I just don’t see why Mary from Rochester can’t keep her problems to herself. Would she stand up in a waiting room and proclaim “I have the shits, can anyone help me” or “My vaginal running sores are beginning to smell”? It’s highly doubtful, yet that is exactly what they do in front of all those junior doctors with a lust for sharing their charisma with all the lepers in media-land.

Of course, the same applies to idiots who blog. Talk to your family for god’s sake.

Ob The Builder

As we’ve seen in recent years, the US presidential elections affect us all and it’s always worth following the candidates to see what the world will look like in a few years time. This article looks at Barack Obama, a black american who has hopes of winning and who has the crowds shouting “yes, we can”. Hopefully, this election won’t be fixed.

New things

I’ve started walking backwards. I really have. For me, the days of putting one foot in front of the other are now a distant memory – along with putting one foot in my mouth or shitting myself in public*. The reason for this reverse perambulation resides in the fact that I have grown tired of keeping up with the rest of the world during my inescapable daily routine. Whereas once I might have frothed, gushed and possibly shit myself in public at the thought of a new piece of technology, now I am able only to blink twice, slowly, at the news that a friend has recently taken delivery of a new mobile phone. It’s fantastic set of music controls, 1gb memory stick and 2megapixel camera does not stir the loins like it used to. Instead, I find myself wanting to downgrade my own phone, buy myself a gramaphone and settle down with a good book. Hopefully, though, if I walk for long enough, I may meet myself coming back.

*I’m referring to times as a baby, when such behaviour was acceptable and not any accidents that may or may not have occurred during my more mature years.

Don’t read this to your children

It’s a chilly morning but the wind isn’t the only thing making me shudder as I turn to the trusty Daily Mail who are howling at gale force today over the completely outrageous idea that parents should… er… read to their children and help prepare them for school. Thankfully the Mail sets us in the right direction with clever indicators, informing us that Beverly Hughes (the Minister referred to) “declares” and “condemns” – sure signs that the woman is mad. The problem, of course, isn’t that there is bad parenting going on but rather that there is no parenting going on. No parenting isn’t bad parenting you see, it merely shows that children from one parent families or from families who parents have to hold down two jobs, are basically shit parents. Kids from families with the common sense to have a stay-at-home mother needn’t worry about any extra-curricular study because they will be fine. Dr Stephen Fox, a contributor to the comments board, tells us “I know why I emigrated to Australia last year!”. Quite right Foxy, and the weather in Britain is shit.

Children In Need

Hating all things that link television to charity and it’s Mary Poppins approach to easing the pain of giving, it nonetheless came as a big surprise to find out that the barrel to which the BBC will scrape is, in fact, bottomless. Always the launchpad to tired old celebrities as they dig their fingernails into fame even if it does mean drawing blood from the backs of disabled children, it appalled me to hear ‘Downtown’ as sung by the Bonnie Langford of our generation – one Emma Bunton. Quite how this upbeat look at social disparities reflects upon the ethos of CIN, I won’t go into but I’m dearly hoping that there will be a lovely video of tearful children filmed in angst-friendly black-and-white to accompany the spritely woman’s choreographed jovility.

Loss

Why can hair grow back, but not limbs?

Money in the Banksy

Charlie Brooker has written a funny old rant at the hype that is Banksy. All the usual wonderful contortions of english are in there and it seems to have raised up a storm of protest in the comments afterwards. Personally I think Banksy can be amusing in an obvious kind of way but that his stuff is elevated way beyond the mark.

Cover me

Do people choose their umbrella with as much care as they do a coat or a new pair of shoes? I’ve just spent a pleasant few minutes leaning out of the window looking down at people walking through the rain. The profusion (that seems like the right term to use here I think) of coloured umbrellas sent me off to think about why people didn’t just buy a standard black umbrella. I can’t say I’ve ever looked hard at the range available but last time I bought one was when I took my nieces shoping and one of them needed a replacement. Black was all that was available and yet all I saw today was every colour BUT black.

I think I need to do something else with my time today.

Take me to your leader

What is it about rich people that gives the arrogance to assume that whenever they have a problem they can go straight to the top? Mel Gibson, after his appalling anti-semitic remarks, has said “I’m not just asking for forgiveness. I would like to take it one step further and meet with leaders in the Jewish community”. So much for humility. I’ve made a mistake and feel that I ought to discuss this with god.