“The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.”
Thomas Jefferson
In the Editorial for this month’s Trumpit I commented on the death of journalism.
Fewer journalists means less time to check and double-check what we read. Given much of this will have come from a PR agency paid to drive an agenda, what hope for accuracy?
Here’s another classic from our local T&A claiming Bradford as having the highest number of people diagnosed with type 2 diabetes in Yorkshire and England as a whole.
Diabetes UK revealed 10.81 per cent of Bradfordians – equalling more than 12,000 people – …with diabetes…the national average standing at 6.9 per cent.
Given Bradford’s population is in excess of 530,000 – see here – somebody needs to go back to school. Despite the error being pointed out, two days on and it still stands.
Namas Day
My yoga teacher is not far off popping (male term referring to child birth) and so we have a little bald fellow who could pass for a real Buddha were it not for his Adidas bottoms and deference to the music of Adele.
He began by asking if we’d had a stressful day; I could not comment for fear of derision. Then he offered us a “warm up” which involved lying down and closing our eyes for five minutes; I went with the flow.
On came some ethnic music; I half expected to wake to a couple of samosas and a pint of Cobra.
It got even better as he handed out lavender scented eye masks; I wondered whether I should just bed down for the night. Gym bunny Jan declared she was sacking the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon night cap from now on.
Namas day.
Unbelievable?
In the wake of the Coronavirus outbreak, the above forms part of advice issued through a major Government employer. I have it on good authority this is genuine, the picture taken in the staff toilets. Perhaps they might want to re-examine their recruitment policies?
Earlier in the day, Sky News had a professor offering sensible advice about personal hygiene, making the point that approximately 33% of people do not wash their hands after the loo. If only that were the sole issue?
The Money Men, Lies And The Death Of Sport
A fascinating piece here from the BBC, especially for the insightful comments from readers. I’ve commented before on the corrosive effects of the vast sums of money pouring into top level sport; rugby is simply the latest victim.
Sod sport, protect the “elite” – who will spin you any yarn that suits them – ensuring the gravy train rolls on in first class, in this case the self-rewarding, G&T sozzled Blazers.
Cricket is going the same way with the new television deal offering a financial windfall the sport could barely have dreamed of given the game is struggling for a place in modern day society.
Ah but there’s a catch! It is called The Hundred and and will be rammed down our throats by giddy “commentators” assembled as if picked one by one from a panel of the United Nations. Tickets will be cheap as they are desperate to fill grounds and proclaim this a success.
So a dumbed down game show offering will not hear any criticism, at least until the money dries up. By then pockets will have been filled; these so-called administrators shame the true values of sport and are no better than bank robbers.
Late Life Crisis?
Try as hard as I did, I have not been able to make my old bat last until that last innings somewhere down the line. Its had more filling than a Hollywood “actress” but the cracks were there for all to see.
Announcing my intention to purchase a new bat, you might have thought my retailer of choice – PC Sports – would have been full of joy.
All I could hear was laughter coming down the line, Ben unable to contain himself, desperately trying to talk me out of it. It is no fun getting old.
One Sentence About Philip Schofield
If he had sat there claiming he needed to be brave to leave his wife and announced he’d been caught with another woman, what chance a similar outpouring of luvvie sympathy?
As If To Prove My Point
Another gem from the local rag’s very busy Cut & Paste Department. The article – since pulled – asked – What has been named as Bradford’s favourite sex position?
Apparently, Bradfordians prefer missionary; I guess we are used to praying.
The article went on Bradford was one of 11 UK cities to name this position as their all-time favourite, but double that prefer the Eagle. Finally – and curiously – Leeds folk favour 69. Make of that what you will.
Homework
Describe The Eagle position.
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