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Bitch, bitch, bitch...

How much time left before we get a quiz entitled "Which Quiz Are You?" *g*

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It is that time of the Olympics once again when all Britons feign interest in some completely stupid sport or other because we have had a sudden, shocking glimpse of gold.

During the Sydney games it was the arcane rituals of rowing and shooting.

This winter it is curling, the sport where one person hurls rocks down a piece of ice, while two more people brush the floor with the vigorousness only usually found after a house visit by many unhouse-trained dogs, and a fourth yells incomprehensible bollocks very loudly. "Tactics" apparently.

With some skill but *extreme* flukiness, the British women's team beat Canada yesterday, despite being rank outsiders, and progressed to the final against Switzerland.

It's easy to hate the Swiss.** They're like your smug next-door neighbours who always have a bigger, better car than you. If you go to Florida, they go to Antigua. If you buy a new stove, they get an Aga. If you have a headache, they have a brain tumour. That sort of thing.

So fucking perfect with their cowbells and chocolate and pristine streets and yodelling and the-hills-are-alive wholesomeness. And their not-giving-women-the-vote-until-1971 and their status as private bankers to the Great Bastards of the World (Mugabe, Mobutu, Arap Moi, Duvalier, various Nazis... collect them all and get a free Pol Pot!).

The only bright spot is that they have given citizenship to Phil Collins, thus relieving Britain of the responsibility for housing the unctuous, tuneless, rightwing sod.

I expect the British to be winning right up to the last end and then blow it gloriously, because this is what we always do. (Usually against the Germans or Argentinians, enabling the broadcasters to trot out their tired cliches about various wars.)

If they do not blow it, then we will face the odd situation of a team entirely composed of people from a devolved Scotland standing on the medal podium to 'God Save The Queen' [the most useless national anthem in the world, but I won't subject anyone to that rant again.] It feels like it should be 'Flower of Scotland' playing up there.

Come the Commonwealth games, Scotland, Wales and N. Ireland get their own anthems and England still gets 'God Save the bloody Queen'.

Oops. ranty.

I hope they win anyway. It would be Britain's first medal since 1984, to give you some idea of Brit skill at winter sport.

[**Don't really hate the Swiss. Am only mocking them for the purposes of jingoistic claptrap this evening]

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Tension is getting to me. Just switched over to "So Graham Norton" to see Victoria Beckham talking about her new book. An autobiography of the most vapid, talentless member of the Spice Girls -- a true accolade, given the Olympic-standard bimbotude on display there? How could I possibly resist?

Graham: Did you write it all yourself?

Posh Spice: Oh yeah, I did. But I had an editor to help me, you know, put it together, because I've never read a whole book in my life.

[rolls eyes so hard that sprains something]

Presumably the editor did the nuts and bolts stuff like actually getting the words and putting them in the right order, while Victoria got on with the vital job of pouting.

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Curling update: From 3-1 up, they've gone to 3-3.


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We're getting to the end of the curling now, so I've switched over to "Question Time" because I hate the tension of knowing the British team is about to do the traditional Sporting Royal Fuck-up.

There's one Labour fool who is really stamping on my last nerve about now. And a stupid Tory twat who, if his IQ were any lower, would need watering. Shamefully, I heckle the politicians on Question Time.

I've lived on my own too long.

All the main parties are talking about raising taxes because it's a vote-winner. No one, save a few hardliners, wants to lose nationalised health care.

It's a weird time in politics right now. One gets the impression that both the main parties are hated equally: the Tories out of nostalgia for 17 years of misrule and Labour because we wanted them to be different and they're not, they're just as corrupt, but they're better at lying about it.

It feels as if the recession is starting to bite here now, and I think that the slump will be long and shallow, a slow, painful grind rather than a sharp shock. Uncertainty is all-encompassing. Kondratieff posited a cyclical economic pattern in which there was a long, violent and severe recession every so many years (might have been 56. can't remember). If he was correct, we're entering the bottom phase of a Kondratieff cycle now.

Translation: we're buggered.

Oooh. Depressed myself now.

After the Recent Unpleasantness at work, my father thinks I should get a "second string to my bow" and do some freelance work, just in case of More Unpleasantness.

Where he thinks I will get the time for this, and renovation work, I do not know. My dad does not believe in pleasurable leisure activities for anyone but himself. (He annoyed the shit out of me this weekend. Can you tell at all?)

Accordingly, I have decided to take his suggestion with the seriousness it deserves and will acquire a second string. I have decided to become a rapper.

I think it has a future. Really I do. A white rapper talking about the gritty vicissitudes of London life for the middle classes: The problem of parking in front of one's house. Getting your children into the right school. The way the Tube doesn't run properly ever. The motherf***ing house prices.

Straight Outta Clapton!
No Sleep til Balham!
Get Ur Pashmina On!
The Feng Shui Clan! "Get the mirror outta my money corner or I bust a cap in yo motherfuckin' ass, bitch"

"Another string to your bow" Sheesh. *g*

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Curling update: Bloody Swiss are going to win. I know it.

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Pole-up-the-arse pedantry demands that I mention that "Jewel In The Crown" was not made by the BBC (nor were Brideshead, Sharpe or Hornblower). It was made by Granada, back when British TV had verve, ambition and aspirations to make landmark productions -- as opposed to a million and one cheap knock-offs of "Changing Rooms".

It's weird watching older series though, how much more patience we were expected to have with the pace of drama. "Jewel in the Crown" in particular verges on torpor. These days everything is cut fast, faster, fastest. Pace is not a bad thing if it suits the material.

I'm writing this offline or I'd go check out the interesting comment made by Loligo about what would happen if Prince William married a nice rich Indian girl.

I think the answer would be nothing much. Lots of press pontification, obviously, but nothing else. Tony Blair is in bed with rich Indians, why shouldn't the future monarch be?

(Blair. Feh. Talk about Look the innocent flower but be the serpent under 't Horrid, smiling little man.)

Snarking aside, I really don't think it would matter. There are two reasons: The first is that despite its problems, the country has become a lot more tolerant in the last ten years. The racists would be horrified -- but everything horrifies the racists save for their own stupidity.

The second is that the royal family is increasingly irrelevant to most people. Diana's death *broke* something in the implicit contract between the monarch and her people.

The attitudes displayed then made a lot of people realise how remote and strange and *expensive* the royal family really are. After Princess Margaret's death, Buckingham Palace rolled out its first ever post-Diana spin-control plan. They lowered the flag to half-mast, as the Queen had so pointedly refused to do in the first days after Diana died, and books of condolence were opened.

The result? A resounding "whatever". Princess Margaret was spoilt and pointless and no one much cared when she popped her clogs, except for feeling sorry for her family.

This year is the Queen's Golden Jubilee. The Silver Jubilee in 1977 was the hugest celebration. There were enormous street parties and we all got silver medals from school... This year, all it means is an extra two-day holiday in June (which I won't get anyway because of our weird working patterns) No one is making a fuss much and celebration plans seem very muted. There's much more excitement about the World Cup.

If Prince William's future spouse were from a different ethnic group, I doubt it would matter to most. The symbolism of it would be interesting and its effect would be positive, I think.

However, I suspect he will marry some bit of posh tottie from an aristocratic English or Scottish family. Just like his dad.

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Curling update: We won. Eeeeee. Britain won a medal. *g*

I'm glad the medal ceremony is at 3am GMT, otherwise I would be feeling choked up at watching them get their medals *and* annoyed that the national anthem isn't something good like "Land of Hope and Glory" *and* annoyed at myself for being such a stupid sap as to get sucked in by patriotic fervour.


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Feb. 21st, 2002 07:17 pm (UTC)
1) I was in a bar on Sunday night, and they showed curling (???), and we were all bizarrely rapt. It was the Spiderman crouch of the stone-thrower, and the way she glided unnaturally along after she'd thrown the stone, and the franticness of the sweeping, and how very, very strange it was. Sort of like Bocci Balls on ice. Rapt, I tell you. Like, random hussies were cheering over a sport they didn't understand.

2) I was won over to the anti-British-national-anthem camp by none other than Eddie Izzard and his riff on "Please God attaaaaack the Queen/ send big dogs aaaafter her/ to bite her bum..."

I am aware that if you actually tried to stuff Izzard and Lizzie II into the same room, the universe would implode. Or they would trade eyeshadow tips!
Feb. 21st, 2002 07:26 pm (UTC)
How much time left before we get a quiz entitled "Which Quiz Are You?"

I think someone did this already.

You know, I think I just automatically assume that any book adaptation on British TV is done by the BBC. How embarrassing.
Feb. 21st, 2002 07:44 pm (UTC)
Curling cracks me up. The precious few times I watched it on Canadian regional championship broadcasts, the person who gave instructions invariably screeched out (at the top of his/her voice) "Harder!", "Faster!", "Slower!" and so forth. Pornalicious to the extreme, dude.

There is a curling movie(!) comining out soon. Canadian of course, starring the cutest mountie ever to fill out our poncy RPMC red uniform, Paul Gross (a.k.a. Constable Benton Fraser from dS) and the fab Molly Parker, who serenely fucked the dead way before Buffy boinked Angel. The title? Men with Brooms.

Will I be flying home as soon as the flick comes out to watch Gross manfully hurl his rocks? You betcha. *g*
Feb. 22nd, 2002 06:46 am (UTC)
::sighs longingly::

Is there any chance whatever that we Americans who are unhealthily obsessed with our Northern neighbors will get to see this movie? Like, ever?

And is there a Canadian equivalent to the word "Anglophile"?

Anglophile, Francophile.... Canadaphile??

Anyway. Curling always makes me think of Due South, because of the ep where Turnbull and Ray argue about curling. "Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"
Feb. 22nd, 2002 07:37 am (UTC)
Yes! due South. Exactly. And the funny little hand motions the two of them made to go along with "sweeeeeeeeeeeep!"

I miss due South.
Feb. 22nd, 2002 08:40 am (UTC)
Rats. IMDb says that it's coming out early March. I can't afford to go home in 2 weeks, damn it. (And sorry, Laura. No US release date yet.)

Looks like Paul Gross wrote AND directed it. Huh. Good for him. I met him once in a Canadian music con in Toronto 5-6 year back. His band played, and afterwards he had a signing session. He is even sweeter and better-looking in person, if that is possible. My friend Viv spelled out her name, and he *winked* and said "Viviane with an 'e'. That's sneaky." Both of us pretty much melted into a puddle of goo right there. Such pair of ditzy fangirls, we were. Sigh.

I missed most of the Ray K. era because of stupid life stuff. Somebody better be putting the whole show on DVD.
Feb. 21st, 2002 07:47 pm (UTC)
*snerking at whiterapper!K*

You have a future. Really.


PS: Would you mind, um, editing the LJ-cut line on this post so it's a little shorter? I'm on 800X600 res, and it's making my whole Friends page huge and necessitating scrolling sideways to read everything. ::bats eyelashes::
Feb. 21st, 2002 07:49 pm (UTC)
I love reading your posts...
I miss 'home'. (haven't been back since 1980. I probably should someday)

And I totally miss the press' facination with Posh, her fuckwit jock of a hubby and their spawn. WhatEVER.

And yes, the politicians all suck. They suck here too. But, you already knew that I'm sure :)
Feb. 22nd, 2002 01:18 am (UTC)
I'm glad to hear your dad's doing so much better that he can again drive you crazy. Excellent news.
Feb. 22nd, 2002 03:44 am (UTC)
We *won* something?

Well, I'll be jiggered.

What I like best about the national anthem is that nobody *ever* remembers the second verse. Everyone can drone the first verse, but the second...is it something about the sea? *g* It's as if it was written to be hard to remember. I have to confess to being rather fond of it, though. I think it's because it so seldom gets trotted out, so it's a surprise when you do hear it. I went to some concert in the (Anglican) cathedral at home a couple of years ago and something significant on a national scale must have been happening at the time, cos before it began, after the obligatory prayers, the Dean asked us all to stand and sing the anthem, and it struck me as rather...nice. But then I'm a dreadful old sentimentalist stuck in the body of a 20 year old.

You should well get into the rap gig. You've detected a niche market, I reckon. The voice of the voiceless white middle classes! I think your first cut should be called "Violent Britain (Just Another Car-jacker's Bitch)".
Feb. 22nd, 2002 06:34 am (UTC)
How much time left before we get a quiz entitled "Which Quiz Are You?"

I love you so very, very much. And I think a career in rap would suit you. ::huge grin::

Token and I were trapped in a bar watching curling for lunch yesterday. There's something gorgeously bizarre about it. One wonders how in the righteous fuck someone came up with this sport. "See, it's like marbles. Only on ice, and the marbles are very big and have handles. Oh, and there are these scrubby things that you use in front of it for no reason that anyone can tell."

You'd make a hell of a sportscaster. "Sweet Christ, NOW what are they doing?"
Feb. 22nd, 2002 08:10 am (UTC)
At least you have the hope of getting rid of your royal family. As ours are determined merely by the money to buy political office, there's nothing we can do about them.

Curling, the sport invented by drunks too stupid to come in out of the cold. I imagine the first rock was actually somebody who'd passed out. It has always amused me for no good reason. Hooray that Britain won.

In other news, work smells like the inside of a fish tank gone wrong. Oh, Fridays during lent, sitting next to the cafeteria. Will the joy of my life never end!
Feb. 22nd, 2002 11:29 am (UTC)
I never really *got* curling. I have watched it, as I watched the 1994 Winter Olympics from beginning to end because i was a freak. But....I don't know. Hooray for Britain winning a medal, though! :)

and LOL at the rapper gig! Slap yo' rhymes down, blood! "Save The Queen, G!" ;-)
Feb. 22nd, 2002 02:20 pm (UTC)
So, it's killing my father-in-law that the Brits beat Canada. Because curling, in Canada, in nigh on a religion. My in-laws curl and take it dead seriously. Of course, being a Yankee Doodle yahoo from waaay on back, I see curling and am like, "What the fuck is that?"

It did NOT go over well. Bill tried to explain it once and when he got to the part about the brooms, I was like, "Brooms? Dude, brooms???? Out side Quidditch, who plays a sport with brooms?"

Once again, it did not go over well.

However, I think you do have a career as a white rapper. Take on the plumbers of the world, how they cost too much and can't keep their appointments.

Is it apparent I'm running a fever? Because I think it might be.

Anyway. You make me laugh. And I, for one, am very glad that Britain took the medal over those simpering Swiss. They've got clocks and chocolate and more money than sense, what the hell do they need with the curling gold medal?

God save the curling broom.
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