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Friday, 17 February 2012

Cameron, porridge and the Forth Bridge

Vini, vidi, vici said Julius Caesar – or so they say he said – of his landing in Britain. (My Latin teacher, Mr. Bland, insisted that this was probably pronounced Weeny, weedy, weechy, which he delivered in the extravagant tones of an Italian politician, with much gesturing.) Julius came, he saw, he conquered – but not Scotland. Some say he lost a legion there.

David Cameron came, he ate porridge (with marked reluctance Porridge), he posed ostentatiously against backdrops of the Forth Bridge and Edinburgh Castle. So his words might have been I came, I posed, I sentimentalised. But it seems to have worked for some, and Joyce McMillan came over all gooey about it on Newsnicht and again today in print. I had to reach for the antidote of Lesley Riddoch to get that cloying sweetness out of my mouth.

The metropolitan media were forced to notice all this, and somehow managed to work in an item about Brigadoon as a classic movie. Brigadoon for me was one of the most cringe-making movies of all time – classic move my **** -but it had a couple of great songs, the most notable from a jazz musician’s standpoint being Almost Like Being in Love.



BBC Scotland News and Newsnicht comes to resemble a tiny seaside repertory company more each day, with the same actors, i.e. panellists and commentators, appearing over and over again. Once in a while they trot out an obscure academic from an even more obscure Scottish institution, and having demanded diversity, I find myself crying for the old troopers again.

I had to reach back to yesterday’s Guardian to find an insult that fitted David Cameron’s speech, and since no one delivers an insult better than an old American professor, I am happy to quote  Noam Chomsky, a man for whom I have unbounded admiration and respect.

Chomsky, responding in the Guardian letters page to a critic, says -

The stunning irrationality of his inferences renders comment superfluous.

Media people addressing the subject of negotiation, talk greater nonsense than usual about Scottish politics, but I’ll leave that analysis till later today. I have other fish to fry …




1 comment:

  1. I was told it was Caesar's comment on the undernourished Britons: "Weeny, Weedy, and Weaky." The fact that the Lords came down hard on any suggestion of further devolved powers kind of shows who's standing behind Mr Cameron waiting for him to put a foot wrong: the gentry in ermine and his own foaming-at-the-mouth backbenchers. As leader of a coalition government with no majority of his own, he's hardly likely to annoy his own party by conceding more powers to Scotland. So, big porky-pies then from Mr C.
    By the way, Peter, was that you writing in to the Herald lamenting the passing of Joe Moretti? Worthy sentiments, but I thought you weren't keen on the rock'n'roll idiom. While I agree that nothing will ever beat Louis' intro to West End Blues, I've had some enjoyment (and some employment) out of R'n'R over the years and am glad to see that you liked at least some of it (that is, assuming the correspondent was your good self).

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