So, blackmail charges have been brought against a man who tried to blackmail a member of the Royal Family, by producing a tape with scandalous claims that said Royal Family member performed oral sex on a member of his staff.
While watching and listening to the coverage of this story, I realised that, to my knowledge, no present member of the Royal Family is openly homosexual. I may be wrong, but it is interesting.
What would the public’s reaction be if a high-profile member of the Royal Family came out as being homosexual? What would happen if it emerged said high-profile Royal Family member had a partner and they intended to marry?
The Daily Heil would be furious, one imagines.
I happened to be walking down the street earlier today, and walked past a school. It was hometime, and small people were barging out of the gates (it was a juniour school) making rude jokes and talking about their half-term trips to Disneyland.
Something rather unfortunate happened at that point. A lady walked past pushing a pram, and had her handbag slung over one of the handles.
All else I need to say is that the handbag was from The Shop Formerly Known As French Connection. And the children started laughing and pointing.
It’s that time of year again. Yes, the decorations are up in just about every shop you could lay your eyes on, the adverts have been on for months and months and months, and you’re blinded by the stupid outside decorations on nearly every ex-council house you find.
Now, I’m all for the Christmas spirit, but something that perpetually cheeses me off about Christmas is the proliferation of the irritating songs. Not carols - simply the infuriating songs such as Stop the Cavalry, Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time, and Merry Christmas Everyone. You can’t escape them - they’re on the radio, they’re played as piped music in lifts and in shops, and worse still your boss then plays it to you in a vain attempt at an end-of-year party.
Of course, there’s also the cretinous spouting that Christmas has been overtaken by political correctness. No, the Winterval is not an attempt to replace Christmas. More and more office parties are held year on year, and almost all offices are decorated. As Stephen Fry said on the last QI of this year’s E series, it’s your fault for reading the Daily Mail.
Then there’s the tacky cards which don’t actually say ‘Happy Christmas’ inside, and the onslaught of perfume adverts. And, worst of all, bloggers feel obliged to write a ‘Year in Review’ post.
I don’t have a problem with writing such a post myself, but it is being consigned specifically to New Year’s Eve. And, if the perfume adverts, year in review posts, anti-PC brigade, Christmas specials on the TV, and the wrapping paper hasn’t infuriated you enough, the fact that for the past few years the Christmas No. 1 has been hijacked by the X Factor is enough to bring out the Scrooge in anyone.
Merry Christmas… ;-)
I came across this website some time ago - to be honest, I am worried.
I can’t say that I believe the author, but it appears that he is either playing some kind of protracted joke or is suffering from some kind of mental illness. I don’t say that in a derogatory way: to be honest, I am worried for this person’s health.
I won’t post a link to the WHOIS data because that would, I believe, be insensitive. However, it appears that the name he used (it does appear to be a he) is an anagram, used to protect his own privacy.
I feel sorry for him if he’s gone as far as using an anagram to sign up for his domain name, and has been driven to believe that MI5 have planted a sort of ‘telescreen’ (echoes of Orwell and Nineteen Eighty-Four, folks) in his living room.
Your thoughts please - however, please note that insensitive comments will be frowned upon.
I would desperately like to know why the news of England failing to qualify for Euro 2008 was the top story on the Radio 2 news this morning. a) it’s only a game, b) footballers are paid ridiculous amounts of money just to kick a ball around - why should their sport get more publicity, and thus fuel their huge salaries?
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because it seems as though they are hounded upon by the public as though they’re fair game for certain tabloid newspapers, women’s magazines, and the paparazzi.
Videos uploaded to Youtube of people on the beach actively encourage people to gawk at these actors as though they’re sex symbols, and comments are made on the Internet that border on sexual harassment.
Here I quote from comments left on the guestbook of the website miloventimigliafan.com, some of which I would find quite disturbing if I was in Mr Ventimiglia’s shoes.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i luv u milo ur so cool!
plzplzp please visit canada ugh
i think season 2 is very great and i luv it
plz can u cum to canada plzplz toronto
me and every1 else love! heroes we are totaly adicted
i reli like claire too shes great!
so i hope u can cum…and i know u have alot of fans but we are ur biggest fans!! of all time
thanks and ur a great actor bye
The fact that the fifth line seems to invite Mr Ventimiglia to have an orgasm in Toronto terrifies me.
The next paragraph comes from someone identifying him or herself as ‘Miss Ventimiglia’.
hey baby, just got home and wanted to tell you how much i LOVE you ur my everything and i hope you know that milo♥
love, miss ventimiglia your biggest and #1 fan
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo and a trillion more♥♥♥
I would, at this point, have called the police.
It seems that most people who have signed this guestbook (some of whom seem to require large amounts of sedative, or hormone replacement therapy) haven’t read the disclaimer on the website, left by the ‘webmisses’:
The website, design and coding is © to Sarah and Tona. This is an unofficial fansite and it is not affiliated with Milo Ventimgilia in any way. All pictures is © to their respective owner. No copyright infrigement intended.
The fact that some people can be so thick worries me.
So, if you’re a man, then apparently the body you were born with is dangerous and should be censored. Or, at least, that seems to be the attitude of a man who walked into an art gallery and placed some black paper over a nude painting (pictured on the right).
What complete and utter tosh. The man depicted was hardly fornicating, and the man who did it probably also had a penis, like the man in the picture.
We’re talking about tasteful, perfectly harmless images, depicting a man in a perfectly natural, non-sexual state. Yet the small-’c'-conservative, Daily Mail mentality that seems to have gripped this country (in a way like it grips the Deep South of America) seems to have attacked what is, essentially, just a picture of a man sat on a bed.
Before long, I would imagine, if the Daily Mail had its way, anatomy books would be censored, as they show drawings of the human form. Rodin’s Thinker sculpture would be considered lewd, or ‘adult content’.
This is after the ridiculous incident when Sir Terry Wogan (who is, incidentally, to blame for the name of this blog) was chided for wearing a pair of trousers that made the outline of his penis visible.
There’s hardly anything that would make it offensive to any religious or social group as long as people keep an open mind. He wasn’t making sexual contact with anyone, drawing particular attention to his penis or, in fact, doing anything that could be construed as impolite.
Where is society going?
It’s not even Guy Fawkes night yet, and already the commercial television channels in the UK are screening Christmas adverts.
In particular, I was amused by an advertisement for the Comet electricals shop. It offered me a ‘fridge-freezer with an ice cube maker’. I would be amused to see one of those fit under the Christmas tree. One can imagine the scene with the children at Christmas: ‘Oh, Mummy, how wonderful! It’s a fridge-freezer! Just what I’ve always wanted!’
It gets better. If one read the small print at the bottom of the screen, it read (and I quote):
Offer ends 8th November
So, an offer for a fridge-freezer for Christmas ended a full month and seventeen days before the event. I wonder how you’re meant to hide a fridge-freezer from its recipient for one and a half months.
Answers on a postcard please.
Oh no, it’s Hallowe’en again. Note how I don’t say ‘All Hallows Eve’, because it’s become a commercialised nonsense like Christmas in the past few years - thanks to eggs, flour, and trick-or-bloody-treat. I’ve barricaded my house up, and I fully expect them to be covered in pre-birth free range chicken by the morning.
I was mildly amused to find, that on a day that can hardly be categorised as ’slow news’, with stories such as Benazir Bhutto’s return to Pakistan, the Liberal Democrat leadership race, Iran’s nuclear negotiator resigning, a paedophile being captured by Interpol, and prisons overcrowding, that this is what the ‘Most read stories’ box on the BBC News website looked like at around 2:20pm today.
How deep, probing, intelligent and big-thinking are we? :shock:
