Friday, November 23, 2012

It ain't necessarily so



It ain't necessarily so
It ain't necessarily so
The t'ings dat yo' li'ble
To read in de Bible,
It ain't necessarily so.
George Gershwin

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Point of View to the BBC

Waste of time, probably, but I've emailed the BBC's Points of View:
It's Monday 12th, and I've stopped watching or listening to BBC News as I'm heartily sick of its current obsession with itself. It seems to me that the only people who're predicting the BBC's imminent collapse are BBC staff, managers and so on, plus media hacks of all sorts. I've heard several doom-mongers go on about restoring "public trust", but has anyone bothered to ask the public? None of my friends on the social networking sites I frequent seem to have lost trust in the BBC, which we regard as the best broadcaster in the world. So BBC staff are fallible; so what? For goodness' sake, pull yourselves together and start offering balanced news reports again, while the managers sort out who did what and why. I'm happy to continue paying my licence fee but I will remain rather cross if you continue to devote so much air time to yourselves. It's boring and irritating. I'm sure there are some paedophiles out there who probably appreciate investigative journalists being distracted by the hoo-ha. 

Sunday, November 11, 2012

War, by Anonymous




















These readings by anonymous servicemen are from The Vintage Book of Dissent, edited by Michael Rosen and David Widgery.

The Colonel Kicks the Major
(To the tune of 'Macnamara's Band')

Oh, the colonel kicks the major,
And the major has a go.
He kicks the poor old captain,
Who then kicks the NCO.
And as the kicks get harder,
They are passed on down to me.
And I am kicked to bleeding hell
To save democracy.
c. 1940

"It's a crazy war, guv'nor. I don't see why Jerry doesn't bomb Berlin and let the RAF take care of London. We'd both save petrol and we'd be none the worse."
1941

The Twats in the Ops Room
(To the tune of 'John Brown's Body')

We had been flying all day long at one hundred fucking feet,
The weather fucking awful, fucking rain and fucking sleet,
The compass it was swinging fucking south and fucking north,
But we made a fucking landfall in the Firth of Fucking Forth.

Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
We made a fucking landfall in the Firth of Fucking Forth.

We joined the Air Force 'cos we thought it fucking right,
But don't care if we fucking fly or fucking fight,
But what we do object to are those fucking Ops Room twats,
Who sit there sewing stripes on at the rate of fucking knots.

Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
Ain't the Air Force fucking awful?
We made a fucking landfall in the Firth of Fucking Forth.
1942