Poor Man About Town

I was listening to BBC Radio 4's Any Questions today. John Redwood was the main star. His manner and presentation strikes me as akin to a Victorian undertaker, I get the feeling that if you were in his presence, you would smell fresh cadavers and embalming fluid, not the sort of person who would be invited to a dinner party in East Dulwich. He was pitted against twelve year old Rosie Winterton, New Labour Minister for Pensions. What struck me was the amount of New Labour bullshit and rhetoric which was coming out of Rosie Winterton's mouth and the rather locquacious and well-informed stuff that was coming out of Mr Redwood. I don't like Mr Redwood's politics, but his ability to express them far outweighed that of Ms Winterton, who just seemed to be reading off a New Labour idiot card. I knew it all along, Ms Winterton is a Blair implant, a career politician and will just spout off a script. What this programme laid bare was the deep chasm that exists between the old school politician and that the rather trashy new school, who really can't express themselves properly. Redwood, for his party, is worth the money. Winterton, for New Labour and her sponsorship, well that's open to debate.

NB I wonder if Rosie is related, by any chance, to Nicholas

Labels: Any Questions, BBC Radio 4, Conservative, John Redwood, New Labour, Rosie Winterton, Tories, twelve year old

I see that Blair has been reported that he would like David Miliband to succeed him. He's got all the credentials, cabinet toady, 12 year old modernisation thinking, industrial strength Blair clone. He has a face that lends itself to the camera extremely well but not the kind of face for kissing babies during election time without giving the poor child deeply seated trauma that will carry on through life well into adulthood.

Labels: Blair, David Miliband, politics, twelve year old

This was completely pretentious; it copied and pasted old footage along with new - woman with child through the age of the tube. There was a cockney narrative through the significant life events of the tube. I thought that I would tune into something into informative and designed for anoraks such as myself. I was wrong - the programme turned out to be one of those dreadful "let's not say an awful lot, just bullshit our way through 50 minutes of airtime. It was complete shiiiit.

Labels: BBC, culture, dumbing down, presenters, Television, twelve year old