Marr on Darwin

Marr on Darwin

When I heard that Andrew Marr was presenting a show about Charles Darwin that would take him off to Germany, Turkey, America and the Caribbean, I wasn’t just angry; I was positively Islamic. Grrgh, I thought, here he is, the face of the New Establishment, the pseudo-socialist libertine-authoritarian Jockocracy, swanning off around the world care of the overtaxed, small-c conservative blue-county English license-payer, and probably getting a few digs in at Christianity in the meantime. By the end of first… Read on

The reality show that supersizes on cruelty

The reality show that supersizes on cruelty

I recently gave up smoking, after more than 15 years of addiction. I say “gave up”, but I think “give in” is more honest. I can’t smoke at work, home or inside any pub or restaurant in the whole of Britain; and since I now have a daughter, I could not bear the thought of her coming home from school with the wild-eyed look of the recently indoctrinated, telling me that smoking is an eco-crime. As a result I have… Read on

Attila the Hun and some barbaric stereotypes

Attila the Hun and some barbaric stereotypes

There’s a long-established convention in swords and sandals productions that the baddies (generally Romans) are played by English actors, preferably homosexuals, while the goodies (Israelites, Britons, slaves) are played by Americans. The BBC’s Attila the Hun (Wednesday, BBC1), despite being funded by the British taxpayer, follows this formula, but with Irish and Scottish actors playing the Hun and limp-wristed, lisping English southerners playing the Empire’s leaders in its pathetic, buggery-obsessed last days. This is a big risk – it’s almost… Read on

Goodbye to the only kids who didn’t say ‘f***’

Goodbye to the only kids who didn’t say ‘f***’

So, like a senile old mangy cat with one eye and a line of spit hanging from its mouth, Grange Hill is finally going to be put out of its misery, with a pat on the head, a loving stroke of the back, and a kindly but still lethal injection. I was too young for the golden age of the show, so I never witnessed Tucker Jenkins or Gripper Stebson until repeats years later. Mine was the silver age of… Read on