There was an illegal rave in Bath last night.
Judging by the reaction of local residents on social media, this was undoubtedly the biggest event to take place here since Asterix visited the City in 50 BC.
Unsurprisingly, the vast majority have been condemning the rave, with any excitement the result of outrage and not illegal drugs or banging toons.
Some, inevitably, have leapt to the defence of the revellers…
What a tolerant woman. Who would have thought that she lives in BRISTOL, so would not have been affected by the disturbance.
I can also state with total honesty that in my youth, not once did I attend a rave – legal or otherwise. A night in Dan’s damp basement flat, playing multiplayer GoldenEye was my way of a good night. No drums, no bass, no drugs, nothing against the law and back home in bed before midnight.
My sleep wasn’t disturbed by the music, although Claire would be right to point out that had I gone to bed next to the DJ’s speaker, I would have still slept well.
I am pissed off for the tens of thousands of locals who either didn’t sleep as well as me, or live closer to the Upper Swainswick – the site of the rave.
My mum lives very near to that area of Bath and tells me it was awful… although I have my suspicions that she was one of the rave organisers.
I also assume that, as the rave was just a bit of fun, any rubbish generated by the festivities will have all been carefully cleaned up by those who attended. I am sure that the fun-seekers wouldn’t want anyone not responsible to have to clean up their mess.
Then there is the COVID-19 situation. Clearly a rave isn’t the best place to follow social-distancing. If people want to risk their own health and lives for a bit of fun, “it’s their funeral”, as the saying goes.
However, no doubt after a night’s raving and pill-popping, Tyler will visit “Nan” for Sunday roast. Hopefully when passing his grandmother the gravy, he won’t also pass on a killer virus.
It sounds like due to the volume of covidiots, Avon and Somerset Police had trouble shutting down the rave. They should have just asked Mark Corrigan for help…
If I haven’t come across as a grumpy old man yet, I’ll leave you with this question…
How can anyone consider this music? Had I made this racket during a music lesson in school, I would have been given a detention.
I was pleased with the prompt action taken by Burnley Football Club, as well as the employers of Jake Hepple, after his vile stunt on Monday night.
“OOOH, FRIEND! FACIST FRIEND!”
If you haven’t heard about the incident, a plane was flown over the Etihad Stadium, minutes before a football match between Manchester City and Burnley.
Take a look yourself at the abhorrent message…
This is in relation to the BLACK LIVES MATTER movement, which is a fabulous global operation.
It appears that some white people have taken offence to this and are attempting to start a similar crusade themselves for their own skin colour.
The individuals responsible are clearly including racist undertones with their campaign.
I am not going to explain why BLM is such a worthwhile movement, while WLM is anything but. Anyone who doesn’t get it by now never will. They’re obviously too stupid, uneducated or racist to understand.
While it may have seemed like a good idea at the time, the now infamous banner has cost Mr. Hepple is job, as well as any chance of ever watching his beloved Burnley again.
He has been sacked by his employer and banned for life by his football club. I wonder if he is yet to realise that his name will now remain on the internet for all eternity, allowing future employers to read about his antics with the plane?
He wanted as many people to see the ‘WLM’ banner. Well, he’s certainly achieved that.
Maybe it is a coincidence, or perhaps racists are just attracted to other racists… Jack Hepple’s girlfriend, Megan Rambadt, has also been sacked from her job, after allegedly making some very nasty and racist posts on social media.
THE PERFECT METAPHOR FOR A RACISTS’ RALLY
If any good has come out of this horrible affair, it is the national condemnation of the ‘WLM’ banner. Yes, there will be the odd bigot on Facebook who will defend the stunt, but society seems genuinely outraged it.
This follows the merriment – and sighs of “about bloody time” – at last week’s news of Super Racist, Katie Hopkins, receiving a permanent ban from Twitter.
Finally, while I am fully aware that Jake the Racist doesn’t represent Burnley supporters in any way, and the vast majority of the club’s fans strongly condemn his actions, I can’t resist posting this…
Good news, everyone! It looks like Little Miss Hitler has finally been given the boot by Twitter!
If you fancy laughing at a racist humiliating themselves on national television and you’ve got bored of the You’ve Been Framed episode, where a five-year-old Joseph Goebbels falls off his tricycle, check this out…
A former MP has added to the Black Lives Matter debate, but arguably for all the wrong reasons.
Fiona Onasanya recently tweeted
“So I was wondering why Rice Krispies have three white boys representing the brand and Coco Pops have a monkey?”
Now, I really don’t want to sound insensitive. As I have already mentioned on my blog, I am in full support of BLM.
If I thought for one moment there was a chance, that as a white privileged male, I could be somehow missing a racist design on a box of Kellogg’s cereals, I would question myself. I deplore any form of racism, so certainly wouldn’t be blogging in favour of it.
Is using a monkey to sell a chocolate breakfast cereal a form of racism? In my opinion, absolutely not. Especially as the same monkey is used to promote the white chocolate variety of the cereal…
The whole Coco Pops monkey debate naturally took over social media for a few hours, as well as making the news in all the major publications.
Besides sounding a little daft, my only concern about tweeting outlandish statements, such as the one by Ms Onasanya, is that it may overshadow and dilute the fantastic work being carried out by BLM. I would hope that stories like this don’t hang around in the memory for long, and people will return to tackling serious forms of racial discrimination.
Finally, to put the Coco Pops monkey in context, one example of what I feel to be a highly racist TV ad, is a cartoon promoting the fruit squash drink, Kia Ora.
According to the Encyclopedia of Google, this advertisement was regularly shown in the 1980s and early nineties.
It shows how far society has progressed in 30 years, when adverts like that can go from acceptable, to simply downright racist
I am sure that I am not unique in that over the years, I have discovered words from the English language that I cannot pronounce correctly.
I would not be at all surprised if the majority people in this country have words they struggle to say.
Watching video clips of the yobs fighting police at the weekend, it would be incredible if they could manage to put a coherent sentence together between them. “Engeeerland!”, “Rar! Rar! Rar!” and “White power” don’t count. Neither do grunts.
“THAT WOULD BE AN ECUMENICAL MATTER!”
I digress. I would imagine that many civilised members of society have a small collection of words that their mouths simply refuses to get out. This is regardless of intelligence, education, or dialect.
The men and women who introduce programmes on Radio 4, with their clipped British accents, are the only exception to the rule. Rumour has it, they have to read aloud the entire Oxford Dictionary as part of their job interview process!
Now for the bit you’ve all been waiting for. The pièce de résistance…
By the way, it doesn’t count if you cannot pronounce those last three words. They’re not actually English, and are only used by presumptuous artists, chefs and bloggers *ahem*.
Words Sean Cannot Say Properly
Palpitations
Particular
Ridiculous
Don’t ask me why those three words in particular cause me so much trouble. It’s quite ridiculous, really. If you ever meet me, don’t make me try to say them – I’ll panic and end up having palpitations.
If I am ever approached by Audible, and asked if I would be prepared to publish my blog as an audiobook, I would be more than happy to save money by doing the reading myself. For obvious reasons, I would have to ask someone else to read this blog post! David Attenborough or Morgan Freeman would be my first choice. If not, Ralph Ineson, who’s voice seems to be on every TV advert, would be more than sufficient.
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