It seems to have been some time since the blog was graced by a contribution from the formerly prolific and frequently (often unintentionally) hilarious Mr Bellows. Did he flounce? Was he banned? Has the enthusiastic weed consumption finally taken its toll? Any news?
David Cameron’s bodyguard is in hot water for leaving a loaded gun and Cameron’s passport in an aeroplane toilet. As an ex-PM, Cameron is apparently still entitled to this sort of security detail. I kind of get that, even though nowadays he’s really nothing more than a private citizen who used to have an important job. Didn’t we all?
But what really got me with this story was the fact that the bodyguard had Cameron’s passport with him. Why? Is DC so rich and posh that he has other people to carry all his stuff at all times? Or do the security services think someone so dim they once left their own child behind in a pub couldn’t possibly be trusted to get himself to the departure gate with the right paperwork?
Any other examples of rich/posh folk being unable or unwilling to do the simple things the rest of us take for granted?
Iain Duncan Smith has been knighted. I am also an incompetent prick, yet I remain unrecognised, possibly because my incompetence doesn’t have much impact on the most vulnerable members of our society.
Normally, i am indifferent to the perennial honours system debate, but this really makes me mad, coming hot on the heels of the elevation of Goldsmith and Morgan to the Lords for services to their chum in Downing Street.
The question is, what can we do about it? The electorate have rejected the other potential governing parties. The good people of Chingford seem happy to be represented by the awful Duncan Smith. So do we just shrug and cue up the next Beatles podcast? Or is there, somewhere, revolution in the air? As Bruce so sagely put it, “you can’t start a fire without a spark,” but where’s the spark, readers?
Greetings, Afterworders. Long-time lurker, first-time poster, so be gentle with me. The tax dodgers recently delivered one of their fiendish Alexa devices, so I’m sure Mr Bezos is listening to every word I say. He must be so bored! Anyway, I’m having great fun with it by trying to find tracks the damn robot doesn’t know. It’s quite happy to play Too Drunk to Fuck by the Dead Kennedys in its unexpurgated glory, although she says Too Drunk to Bleep when she repeats the title.
However, If I ask for A Song for Europe by Roxy Music, or Incident on 57th Street by Bruce Springsteen, Alexa draws a blank, although she will play these tracks if you ask her for the albums on which they appear (Stranded and the Wild, the Innocent…). So my ATM question is…why? Is it my accent? Does Alexa insist on playing Stranded in its entirety or not at all? Any thoughts, Afterworders?