With all these British comedies being withdrawn from television schedules and streaming services, due to historical instances of racism, I am hoping that the BBC will shortly be removing Mrs. Brown’s Boys.
As far as I am aware, the series has never been accused of being racially offensive. I just want it gone because it’s shit.
Before you read this blog post, I would like to make one thing perfectly clear. I am in full support of the Black Lives Matter campaign and those who are taking part in the protests.
I do not agree with or support the actions of any individual or groups – whatever their connections, or lack of, to BLM – if violence or abuse (physical or verbal) is involved.
To the BLM protestors in the UK and overseas – please continue your fantastic work in making your voices heard. Stay safe and stay peaceful.
It is times like these where the racists and general filth of society appear from under their stones.
I haven’t lived a life devoid of sin (who has), but I do consider myself to be a good person, with strong morals. I cannot even begin to comprehend how these hooligans could even contemplate such repulsive behaviour, let alone act upon their vile thoughts.
I didn’t realise that such people existed. Most disturbing is the sheer number of them! It seems to me that with the pubs being closed because of coronavirus, these thugs haven’t had the opportunity to ‘let off steam’ by going into town on a Friday night, to have a fight and beat up a couple of foreign students. The poor mites.
Considering that these criminals appear to be from the far-right, I don’t wish to come across as right-wing myself – but the delinquents photographed and filmed causing havoc in London over the past few days, clearly have an enormous amount of pent-up aggression, which they are clearly desperate to release. I wonder if they would benefit from a spell of National Service. They could put all of that energy to good use, receive some much-needed discipline and may even obtain something of an education.
Roman clearly didn’t think much of Boris Johnson’s daily address to the nation.
Our bunny is a real telly addict and will normally sit, staring at the screen, transfixed by whatever happens to be on.
I wonder why he is facing away in this instance?
One recent evening, Claire found herself carrying out some general maintenance and grooming of my face. Yes, she really does do that on what is probably an alarmingly regular basis.
Part of my preening treatment involved tackling my ears with a cotton bud – also known as a Q-Tip, depending on which side of the Atlantic Ocean you live.
This is the first time in as long as I can remember, that my lugholes had been cleaned. It was therefore of little surprise when Claire managed to dig out far too much ear wax than is healthy to find inside any human.
I must say, the vast majority of the retrieved wax came from my right ear – the left had managed to remain relatively clean.
The good news is that since emptying my right ear of all that nasty filth, my hearing has improved!
I never struggled to hear people talking to me, and certainly didn’t consider myself to be deaf, but since the clear out, a whole new world of sound has been made available to me – some welcome, some less so – for example, when Claire watches television in the bedroom at night.
The wax would once act as a natural earplug. Now I have to fall asleep to the sounds of Keeping Up Appearances and Vicar of Dibley. Both excellent, classic comedies, which I love – during the daytime!
As for the huge lump of wax retrieved from my ear – I’ve already found somebody to make use of it…
You’re welcome, Mr. Yankee.