Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Monday, 28 September 2009
Here is some law on WR! More specifically, here is a drunk lawyer running amok in a Las Vegas Courtroom. The Judge had him breathalysed and then - as Americans are fond of doing - declared a mistrial.
Hat Tip to Legally UnBound. The second clip is not law - but comes from the legal blog of the daddy of them all - Charon QC. It is from the Ukranian equivalent of Britain's Got Talent.This young woman actually does have talent. Take a few minutes just to relax and admire what she does with sand.
Friday, 25 September 2009
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Friday, 18 September 2009
I've been too busy for serious blogging of late - or at least that's my excuse. As part of the never ending stream of things/people/songs that come to mind, here is the late Max Wall. For the unintiated, he was a British comedian - sort of the last of the music hall acts - seriously bizarre and seriously funny. The Monty Python Ministry of Silly Walks derives from him. He died in 1990 aged 82 after falling over as he was leaving Simpson's Restaurant in central London and fracturing his skull.
And what's more the rubber duck pic is not photoshopped - it's for real! Hat Tip to cute overload http://cuteoverload.com/
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
Monday, 14 September 2009
Sunday, 13 September 2009
I know I promised no more nazis for a while. I lied. Here is another gem from Albert Hall Productions entitled Hitler Practises his Chat Up Lines. Warning: not office safe. Okay, it's downright filthy but had me in tears of laughter. Blush.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
A spotted Richard
Friday, 11 September 2009
The picture above is a Rabbit Public Service - how to spot a paedophile. They look like that! Actually - with Hat Tip to Shorpy (link to left) the pic is of the 'Woodberry Forest Gym Team' circa 1910 but why let reality get in the way of a good bonkers conspiracy theory. I wanted to post the wonderful Brass Eye Paedogeddon but unfortunately the Brass Eye clips on YouTube have had embedding disabled.
The cause of this outbreak of laboured sarcasm is the latest example of how when paedophilia comes up as a topic, the powers that be lose all reason and start lashing out with insane and objectionable measures. The latest measures, while no doubt doing nothing to deter or even inconvenience genuine paedophiles, attack the balance between rulers and ruled in a purposeless and illiberal in equal measure way. The nub of the 'Vetting and Barring Scheme' - to come into force next month - is that parents who regularly ferry groups of children on behalf of sports or social clubs will have to undergo criminal record checks - or face fines of up to £5,000. Apparently, 11.3 million people in England, Wales and Northern Ireland are expected to have to register under the scheme.
I should perhaps declare an interest as for a number of years when they were younger I used to drive my sons and their mates to weekend cricket and football. Now I would have to register in order to do this. I hasten to say i have nothing to hide but what proportionate good is done by this? The measure seems clunkily bossy and paranoid and unlikely to do any or at most much good in equal measure. The measure will do harm in that it will deter people from volunteering. Some children - for example those of single parents on low incomes - need this kind of support and are much less likely to get it if this kind of obstacle is thrown up. Registration is needed for 'activities involving children' just once if the contact is overnight. This would seem to criminalise the parents of children who invite their friends over for a sleepover if it is in the context of a club or whatever should they not be in possession of the relevant documentation. Also, what kind of world is created in the minds of children if they are to see every adult as some potential paedophile?
Shout 'paedophile' and destroy all reason.
Have the Dead with Deal to soothe the troubled brow...
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
Monday, 7 September 2009
The BBC has been pondering whether to invite the BNP - or more particularly its gruesome gargoyle (and very poor advert for the excellence of 'indigenous Caucasians' in BNPspeak - see above), of a leader on to Question Time. It's our old friend 'impartiality' again and the BNP is now represented at European Parliament, Greater London Assembly and County Council level, the argument goes. The interests of impartiality require the BNP on Question Time.
Ah but - I can hear the cry - what about democracy? However repulsive the BNP may be, it is a registered, lawful political party with an elected presence. But the BNP is in no sense a 'normal' party. It chooses which of its assorted elected members' constituents it sees fit to represent. The choice is of course made on the basis of race. And that is quite apart from the track record for acts of violence and holocaust denial on the part of many of its prominent members. No doubt many of its rank and file members are 'merely' bigots, buffoons and general losers but let there be no doubt as to the nature of its leadership. Nazi scum with a superficial public relations gloss are still nazi scum. So what to do? No doubt whatever the outcome, the BNP will garner huge amounts of publicity. The Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats have already said that they will debate with the BNP. Labour has done its usual jellyfish impersonation. Having previously had a policy not to share a platform with the BNP, they have caved in instantly, with the caveat that no-one should be forced to debate with the BNP. Subject to that, they intend tio put a cabinet minister out.
What to do? I would grudgingly concede that the BNP are entitled to free speech. Up until their freedom of speech impinges on the freedoms of other people. I would not wish for them to be able to claim some spurious martyrdom, No doubt the BBC will put Griffin on Question Time and no doubt there will be riots outside, and possibly inside the TV studio. No doubt the mainstream political parties will put up panelists to share the platform with him.
What should be done, then? Rather like the bishop who told a would-be convert that he was obliged to believe in hell but not that anyone was in it, if the BNP are entitled to free speech then no-one is obliged to listen to them. The remaining three or so members of the Labour Party could start by seeking to reverse the party's spineless capitulation on not sharing a platform with the BNP. It would be nice - if improbable - if other mainstream parties took the same position and refused to share a platform. No doubt some bottom feeders could also be found to turn up but if it was apparent that no-one but the bottom feeders would play ball with the new BBC exercise in 'impartiality' then the exercise would be, and be seen to be, a busted flush.
Unfortunately, this will not happen.
On a more cheerful note, have some more Fleetwood Mac. This is from their 2009 tour - Go Your Own Way - note the video and audio quality.
Saturday, 5 September 2009
The death of Keith Waterhouse at the age of 80 (nice headline in The Times - 'Wit's End' ) put me in mind of his book - which I confess I have never read - Billy Liar - and its film adaptation, which I most certainly have seen. Above is a trailer for the film, directed by John Schlesinger. Anyone who has never seen it and gets a chance to do so should make a point of not missing it. It is a real period piece, set in northern England in the late 1950s but introduces such a delicious element of surrealism from the demented, and mendacious, mind of the principal character that time and place are overridden in crazed - and very funny - fantasy. The backdrop, northern England at the fag end of the industrial era, brings back half remembered images from my childhood and the actors are a combination of the even then venerable (Wilfred Pickles and Finlay Currie even) and the then new and young: Tom Courtenay, Julie Christie, Leonard Rossiter and Rodney Bewes. Do yourself a favour - check it out.
Wholly unconnected - here is Fleetwood Mac in Stevie Nicks with knobs on mode and Rhiannon. Stevie Nicks did induce great excitement among gentlemen of a certain age. I have to confess I do see why. She's 61 now by the way...