When I compare me to the galaxy,
My troubled soul begins to see
I’m a grain of sand on the biggest beach
And there’s places my annoyances will never reach. (Watercress – “Stars Shine On“)
OK everyone. So things did not go entirely to plan on Thursday. And by everyone I mean you, Cultural Snow. And by things I mean the UK general election. (And the BBC’s TV coverage too. And in that case for not entirely to plan read pointlessly expensive and confusing to the extent of undermining the case for the licence fee, and in the case of the online swing displays, simply wrong. If only Andrew Neil‘s boat, The Silver Sturgeon, had sprung a leak.) So calm down everyone. Including me.
And watch this… Continue reading
Wait till you see the other one...
Just another election poster, you might think. But I think it’s hilarious. Hilariously cack-handed. And possibly illegal. But mainly funny. You really need to see it alongside the other one to get it… Continue reading
There is nothing in human affairs that is a true subject for ridicule. Beneath comedy lies the ferment of tragedy; the farcical is but a cloak for coming catastrophe. (from Clochemerle by Gabriel Chevallier)
But the risk, or even the prospect of catastrophe seldom stops us plunging headlong regardless into the abyss. Especially at general election time.
So here’s a party political video from the current UK general election that caught my eye. It’s short, sweet (well, there’s a baby involved), funny, simple and effective. And not stinting with the ridicule. Continue reading