The Obscurer

This Week On Twitter

  • Which rail platform for Gatley? BUS. Perhaps I’ll walk home from Cheadle Hulme. [#]
  • @Ear_I_Am Don’t feel too bad; even @manutd_scores only has 154 followers. in reply to Ear_I_Am [#]
  • If the posters on all of our local buses are to be believed, the young Queen Victoria had a large steel bolt where her nose should be. [#]
  • Surely it is high time Sarwan is due a fail? [#]
  • FAO the last person who reached my blog via a Google enquiry.You won’t find the answer you are looking for there, but it’s “orange” anyway. [#]
  • RT @hmhb There is surely nothing worse than washing sieves. [#]
  • Wow! Received a letter advertising “Sky+HD in your flat for only £49”! Sadly, as I live in a house, I think I’ll have to stick to Freeview. [#]
  • I swear our daughter is “the princess and the pea” made flesh. [#]

On Guns And The Minimum Wage

Why looky here, well whaddya know. According to this simply spiffing quiz organised by those kind chaps at the UK Libertarian Party…

That puts me in the same group as Hitler, Stalin and Gordon Brown (ha,ha). No, not really. Well, yes really, insofar as the LPUK quiz really does lump Gordon Brown in with Hitler and Stalin in the ranks of the wholly illiberal; but my answers didn’t mark me out as a Fascist Stalinist, in fact I gained a respectable “80% liberal” ranking. This high mark prompted the Libertarian Party’s website to suggest that I may be interested in joining their number, but as I am about as likely to do that as I am to join the BNP or Socialist Workers Party, I feel I may as well display the above badge as the pretty green “I am 80% Liberal” version my answers merit.

Because while I’m perfectly happy enough to call myself a liberal by my definition, I think the 80% mark as issued by the LPUK flatters me by theirs, thank to the rather feeble questions they have asked on the test. Hence, while I don’t think that we should simply “raise taxes on the rich so we can redistribute wealth to the poor”, it doesn’t follow that I agree that “it is illiberal for people to be taxed at a different rate based on their income”; although I don’t currently think “the state should make people change their behaviour to tackle climate change”, I do support some methods to encourage people to make environmentally friendly decisions; whilst I agree that “it is wrong for democratic nations to overthrow foreign dictators” as long as we are talking about it being “gross arrogance, for one state to impose their will on another”, I feel it is simplistic to say that these “issues are for the people of said state to resolve themselves with their leader(s)” because I wholly support the idea of a multilateral framework of international law to allow intervention in the case of a genocide.

In all, then, I don’t think I deserve that 80% grade, perhaps 50% or 60% is nearer the mark, a score that elicits a suggestion that I may like to find out more about liberalism by checking out the Libertarian Party’s manifesto. Perhaps. But I already know enough about my own brand of liberalism, which is founded on a belief in liberty, equality, tolerance and understanding, and with which I feel very comfortable; and I also know it is a million miles away from the “liberalism” as espoused by this repulsive [former] Libertarian Party member for example, apparently a co-author of the aforementioned LPUK manifesto no less* and a certified bigoted tosser to boot, of whom the best you can say is that there are even more sick and twisted views by assorted pondlife to be found in the comments on his blog. This is a kind of liberalism to which I can never aspire and a club I do not wish to be a part of.

*This sentence has been amended following comments from Martin, DK and OH.

The Week On Twitter

When I started this sorry load of nonsense some years ago I intended to view it like a commission, as if I were writing a column on a national newspaper and the deadline for submissions – which I plucked out of thin air – was Thursday. So for the first several months of this blog’s existence I always published some posts on a Thursday, whether I had something to say or not: anything I wrote at other times of the week was to be considered a bonus for you lucky people. Anyway, eventually I decided I couldn’t be bothered with all that, I would just write about whatever I wanted, as and when, and that is still the current policy.

However, I do write elsewhere – albeit within the restriction of using no more than 140 characters – on my Twitter page. You know Twitter, it’s the current big thing the media are prattling on about, the web 2.0 service that in seconds allows you to mither Stephen Fry with some banal sycophancy or other. Anyway, I do have a Twitter page – although I can’t be bothered following anyone famous – and Alex King’s excellent Twitter Tools plug-in not only allows my latest “tweet” to feature on the sidebar, but it also facilitates publishing a weekly digest of all my twittering right here in post form, if I desire it so to be.

So, what could be better than to perpetuate an imagined sense of heritage by publishing a digest of my weekly Twitter efforts each Thursday, so to fit in with the exalted history of this blog? Oh it’s all too much, it really is, but don’t worry: as you’ll soon see I don’t update Twitter very much either, so you’ll be able to skip over future weekly digests in a trice, and all the better to build up the anticipation for my next full instalment of drivel. Which is coming soon, of course.

So anyway, for what it’s worth, here is the sum total of my past week’s twitterings.

  • Just bought a wind-up radio for £8 at Tesco. Now I’m all set for the coming apocalypse. [#]
  • Puzzled as to why the makers of the Cough Syrup I’ve just bought have gone for a “Lime Pickle” flavour. Surely “Strawberry” is a better bet? [#]
  • Finally found a reliable P2P stream for the cricket, to find that I prefer the radio coverage anyway. [#]
  • 11 days since my last alcoholic drink, my longest period of abstinence since my teens. Still, a work do this evening will put paid to that. [#]

Phill Out

Following weeks of speculation it has been announced that Phill Jupitus is to resign as a comedian. In a statement read out earlier today by his agent it was confirmed that Mr Jupitus is to wind-up all his comedic responsibilities by the end of the week.

While for years Mr Jupitus’s continued employment as a comedian has caused many people to shake their heads and shrug disconsolately at the bizarre workings of the universe, pressure had increased since the turn of the year and his truly woeful performance on the combined Christmas Collings and Herrin / Perfect 12 podcast. This intensified in recent weeks when the official statistics for the podcast were released which indicated that despite contributing a whopping 50% of all the professional comedic talent to the podcast, and while managing to hog the conversation for 38% of the time, he in fact provided a meagre 3% of all the funny lines, if you’re being generous, and this was by common consensus considered a miserable return all round.

In an emotional statement Mr Jupitus’s agent said that “The primary function of any comedian is to be funny, to make people laugh; and while a comedian need not be amusing all the time, the ability to at least raise a smile must be there somewhere within a comedian’s toolbox. This forms part of the unwritten contract between the comic and the audience, and was something that Phill felt he was increasingly failing to fulfil.”

To gauge reaction to this shock announcement we conducted a vox pop in a street somewhere. Of the people who didn’t just rudely brush past us, many quibbled at the use of the adverb “increasingly” in the agent’s final sentence, while others expressed surprise when discovering that Mr Jupitus had only just resigned, being under the impression he had “dispensed with comedy some time ago”. There was a general feeling of goodwill towards Mr Jupitus, a sense that here was an all too rare example of someone “doing the honourable thing in this day and age”, of taking “some responsibility and falling on his sword”. Others said they thought he had “jumped before he was pushed”, a reference to the government’s long awaited Davro Report which is expected to propose the making redundant of any comedian unable to prompt a chuckle. Only one interviewee professed to be saddened at the news, but on further questioning admitted that watching Mr Jupitus would average “little more than a smirk every half an hour, if I’m honest, which isn’t good enough really, is it? I mean, a professional comedian, it’s not enough just to be funny, you’ve got to be funnier than the average person at least, don’t you think? Phill’s alright, but I wouldn’t say he makes me laugh any more than, say, my dad does, you know? And he’s a milkman, my dad.”

It has been reported that Mr Jupitus had hoped that his recent appearances on QI would rehabilitate his non-existent reputation, but in fact they only compounded the matter, leaving him with little choice but to hand in his notice. His performance on the “France” episode was especially pitiful, described by some as an “utter waste of space” and “so poor I couldn’t bring myself to watch the extended ‘XL’ edition of the show on BBC 2”. And while his shouting “burn the witch” at a distorted photograph of Margaret Thatcher during a subsequent episode was appreciated by some because it managed to wind up Norman Tebbit and some other knobs over at the Daily Telegraph, in and of itself the comment was generally considered pretty lame.

Friends of Phill Jupitus are said to be rallying round, and speaking anonymously a source close to the former comedian told us that “at heart Phill is a lovely, very genuine and honest bloke, even if he isn’t all that funny. He just grew tired of looking back at old episodes of Never Mind The Buzzcocks where he would be introduced as a ‘comedian’, and he would feel that he really wasn’t doing anything to justify that title. It had become an embarrassment to him, and he felt he couldn’t continue with the charade any longer. So, he has requested that from now on he is referred to simply as a ‘broadcaster’, and then he can continue to rake it in, hand over fist, regardless.”

It's MasterChef

SCENE: Backstage at MasterChef HQ. John Torode and Greg Wallace are discussing which two out of the four contestants should go through to the next round.

John: So, what did you think of Stephanie?

Greg: I thought Steph was brilliant. She’s got the lot.

John: I agree.

Greg: She’s what MasterChef is all about. This is why we love this job so much.

John: Absolutely.

Greg: I mean, first off you’ve got those sweet cherry lips on a really pretty face, but then there’s that amazing body to go alongside it. Cracking tits…

John: I really like what she did with those highlights in her hair?

Greg: Her hair is lovely; my only question mark is over her legs.

John: Too skinny? She can work on that though, add a dash of fake tan perhaps? But her arse, oh mate, you cant say her arse isn’t anything other than fantastic.

Greg: Her arse is to die for.

John: So Stephanie’s through, no question. What about Jenny?

Greg: I dunno. You turn up here with a pasty and pallid complexion? You have this lank hair and bleached white down on your top lip? And then you wear these baggy grey jogging pants? No, it just didn’t work for me.

John: Not at all! I don’t know what the hell she was thinking of but I’ll tell you one thing; she sure ain’t no MasterChef.

Greg: Jenny’s gone.

John: Bye!

Greg: Which means it’s between Kerry and Jane. Now for me Kerry is simply wonderful. Those deep blue eyes you could just drown in, the way that gorgeous auburn hair falls in ringlets over her shoulders. It’s just that when she opens her mouth…

John: Her voice is horrible, she talks crap all the time and she’s really annoying! Jane, on the other hand: she’s funny, vivacious, intelligent. Just very ordinary looking.

Greg: Plain Jane, while Kerry looks magnificent. Man, those jugs! I can’t stop thinking about them. If you could just get her to keep her trap shut…

John: But you can’t, and that’s her problem. She looks great but I think we’ve seen the best of Kerry, she’s as good as she’s ever going to be, but with Jane there’s so much more potential.

Greg: But can you see her winning MasterChef? Really?

John: Perhaps, I don’t think she’s that far off. If she can knuckle down and improve her presentation a little, add a subtle touch of make-up, if she could just do something with her hair…

Greg: But I don’t think there’s anything to work with there. We’d be taking a big, big gamble on Jane whereas Kerry looks the part right now.

John: Oh boy this is tough. Well, we’ve got to decide, Greg. So who’s it going to be: Kerry or Jane?

Greg closes his eyes and exhales heavily; John throws his head back and stares at the ceiling. They are in torment.