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Horrific news story about a couple
keeping their child in a coal bunker.
The radio newsreader described it as a
converted coal bunker. Even as the better part of my brain was doing
the 'poor kid...', 'how can anyone...', 'WTF...' things that come
straight to mind, the other part was on semantics patrol, sniffing
out that “converted”.
How do you convert a coal
bunker? How small do your builders have to be? Are we all now so
sucked into estate-agent speak that the slightest modification
constitutes a conversion. It seems the bunker was just big enough to
accommodate a single mattress and a potty. That's palatial if our old
coal bunkers are anything to go by. You'd have to fold the mattress
in half to stuff it into one of ours. Then they said that the parents
(who can't be named) said, in their defence, that the child was only
ever made to live in the bunker for a while after being naughty.
Supernanny has made a career out of this sort of tripe. Naughty step
becomes naughty room becomes naughty bunker. Try to sell the idea to
social services and the crown prosecution service, and you're looking
at porridge, go for the telly retards, and you've got a show, a
series, a career and untold riches. Same theory, different degrees of
bunker.
England have won another test match
Much as the politicians are excited by
the Olympics, there's a lot of football and cricket going on this
summer. Where will the drama be? The final test against South Africa
as the top two nations in the game meet head-to-head? The European
football championships? Or where people dive into a pool, swim up and
down a bit, or where skinny folk run round in endless circles?
What is and isn't sport...
...purely my point of view. Take
offence if you want to.
Not sport: if you need an expensive
car, motorbike, or horse, it isn't sport. It's a rich-kid playground,
it's all to do with gambling, or both. So-called motor-sport is just
competitive commuting. If people hold up scorecards to decide the
result, that's dancing or a variant thereof and not sport, either.
See the Eurovison Song Contest. Or, like me, don't.
Pastimes: snooker, fishing, darts.
Borderline: golf.
Sport: football, cricket, rugby. Some
other stuff.
Way too hot tonight...
...sweltering, the predicted rainstorms
haven't arrived, yet.
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