What's in Paisley's Pants? Political ramblings about things that catch my attention... (rather than some smutty double entendre...)

Thursday, July 07, 2005

No blogging for a while

Right, well I'm off to Cambodia tomorrow, so there won't be anything from me until at least the 1st August.

Cheerio.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Whoopeefuck

So London got the Olympics, with the bid based on a games that would provide facilities for the future, and improve the environment on people all over the country - the word 'legacy' was thrown about a lot...

I have just a couple of problems with this. Firstly, it's absolutely bollocks that the games will benefit the rest of the country. The entire thing is centred in Stratford, conveniently close to John Ptrescott's London Gateway development, or whatever it's called. Any tourist benefits will be felt solely in the south. But hey, why should the north complain - they had the Commenwealth games in Manchester...

My second comlaint is more of a question to ask why it is necessary to disguise all this 'legacy-building' with an expensive advertising opportunity? What's wrong with building sports facilities merely benefit a community? Or improving the transport infrastructure simply for the sake of providing an efficient transport system?

But whoop whoop! Here come the games!

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

"Hello fucking London"

Live 8 has attracted much criticism - indeed, most of my hits are coming from people searching for 'live 8 criticisms' in Google. Dead Men Left has a fair bit to say about it, and Bionic Octopus is quoted on that page having a fair old rant about St Bob.

However, I can't help but feel that the people who are complaining about the swearing in the concert are missing the point slightly.

By all means complain that the concerts aren't representative, or detract attention from the real protest up in Edinburgh, or that they put Dido on a fucking stage, when everyone knows that she belongs in one of Hades' Sulphorous Pits Of Blandness, or even that the BBC didn't show any of the films about Africa, but instead showed (intelligence of a) Fern Cotten babbling inanities with C-list celebrities. Don't complain, though, about Madonna saying 'fucking', even if she does write children's books. Or Snoop Dogg coming out with 16 'mother fuckers' (not literally). Because to be quite honest, it doesn't really matter.

It funny that the children that it is claimed are being corrupted by this bad language are the same ones who are wearing hoodies and waving fake guns and mugging people and getting ASBOs.

And even putting this aside, does a bit of swearing really matter in the scale of things? In a concert designed to protest against poverty, I think scale shouldn't really be that hard to grasp.

And just as an aside thought, do you think Madonna was only greeting those in London who were fucking? What about the rest? Goddamit, that's just plain rude - I must write to that nice Terry Wogan about this...