Boring Boring Corporation

EU order us to allow migrants to take our jobs...

...is a joke headline, even the Sport or Star would shy away from rubbish like that, wouldn't they? Alf Garnet becomes headline writer in a satirical comedy or something?

Nope.

Daily Mail, front page, today.


You're all the same, run along now

There's a test match. India are going very well. Always very strong at home, India. There's the north London derby. We've got more episodes of The Walking Dead and The Sopranos to watch. The autumn rugby internationals continue over Friday evening to Sunday afternoon.

Oh, and it's voting day. For top plod. I think. On the day a labour MP gets done for claiming £50,000 expenses. False expenses. Fifty. Large. Record low turnout predicted. That'll probably be the case. Pity Tone's advisers didn't predict a hostile reception and stop him popping into a university expecting the students to welcome him warmly and hang on every word.

Post-Olympics feel-good trickledown to grass roots? Myth. Local indoor cricket. A few years ago we had three divisions and teams played twelve games each season, across three sports halls.

Prices have increased. There's houses on what was one sports hall. Another can't afford to re-lamp light fittings and is too dark to see the ball safely. Now? Two divisions. Eight games and teams play each other twice. Teams and players falling by the wayside and a 'same old faces' feeling. Per player per game costs escalating.

Back to turnout. As low as 5% to 7% before postal votes are counted. That's a big meh to the political classes from over 90% of the population.


How much?

The BBC are handing the already wealthy McAlpine £185,000. One hundred and eighty five large. An awful lot of license fees. Good job boys. You've given us drivel over the years, radio music playlists that have stifled creativity and experimentation. You've given us creeps and self-promoting egoists from Saville through to Moyles. Dave Lee-Travers has just been arrested.

Test Match Special. One thing you do well. Some of the six thirty radio four comedy programmes. Apart from those? Kack. A big steaming pile of reality-AntandDec-Strictly-jungle-x-factor rubbish.

Should Denis Potter or the Pythons come along today, brand new, we all know they'd be put in the 'too edgy' wastepaper basket while they phone their mates Bruce and Ant and Graeme and book them in for some highly paid, dull, dreary, boring dross.

Contrast The Walking Dead. Not HBO (for once), an American production, a post-zombie apocalypse series based on a graphic novel. Contrast Hit and Miss, transgender hired killer, set here, filmed here, American produced. How can such a safety-first risk-adverse (at least artistically) organisation get in so much trouble?