Laughter, the Best Medicine

This time tomorrow the polls will be about to close, and the country’s fate will be sealed for five years. Pray god it’s not a Tory landslide. Mrs May has not had a good election campaign, but while television is required to be balanced in its reporting, newspapers are not. The headlines of the Mail and the Express make me wonder if we are on the same planet, let alone if we have been listening to the same speeches or reading the same manifestos.

On the other side of the pond, in the wake of the terrorist attack at London Bridge, that great savant Mr Trump has been making unwarranted accusations against our elected London mayor, Sadiq Khan. Trump seems to be under the impression that Sadiq Khan is a threat to democracy. I’d say the boot is on the other foot.

Having been pretty uninspired by the leaders of the three main parties at the start of the election campaign, I am surprised to find myself increasingly impressed by Jeremy Corbyn. I have to pinch myself every now and then as this seems so unlikely.  I am hoping that the votes for the Lib Dems, Labour and Greens will be enough to halt the Maybot in her tracks, or at least severely hobble her. If David Davies and IDS lose their seats, I may have to do a conga around Parliament Square. Don’t hold your breath.

If Friday finds us with a Tory majority and a strong opposition, I may still open the champagne. Opposition is vital in any democracy, and Theresa May’s calls for unity fail to disguise the fact that she would prefer a weak opposition, or preferably no opposition at all. This is a frightening prospect in any country, and her further statements that human rights could be suspended in certain circumstances should strike fear in the hearts of anyone who thinks even for a moment what that implies.

But May’s stance on human rights has always been shaky. So devout Tories as well as others who think she is a *strong* leader, offering a *stable* government, may not bother to consider the implications. Perhaps if they were to find themselves imprisoned without trial, waterboarded, deprived of their citizenship or deported without explanation, they might think otherwise. A lack of imagination is as dangerous as a lack of empathy. Continue reading

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Victoria Wood, National Treasure

I’ve just finished watching a programme from quite a few years ago about Victoria Wood. Laughed my socks off.
What talent. What humanity. The Acorn Antiques excerpts had me crying with laughter.
The programme finished with this VW classic:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OZCIKjYDf1g
As someone tweeted earlier, why isn’t Victoria wood a DBE? She is such a national treasure she ought to be in the Tower.
Sweet dreams.

Yes Wi-gan

I bought The Independent yesterday after a certain amount of deliberation and reading of front pages in the paper shop over which newspaper was least likely to annoy/inflame/bore me with its pre-election coverage. My choice was decided by the fact that Armando Iannucci does an opinion piece in the Indie and his sharp-eyed, sharp-eared, sharp-tongued, and sharp intellect always add up to a sharply humourous read.
And I wasn’t disappointed. It was worth the cover price just to see the YES WI-GAN poster.
So I hope this link works, and even those of you who made the mistake of buying another newspaper yesterday can enjoy it.

ttp://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/armando-iannucci-the-day-i-joined-the-diy-revolution-and-set-up-my-own-police-force-1947214.html

PS If you don’t enjoy it, you may assume that you and I have very different senses of humour.