Kate

Mum, blogger and editor based in the north of England; interests include fog knitting, cat herding and jelly juggling. If you want to get in touch for any reason you can find me on Twitter, LinkedIn or drop me a line via the contact page on my portfolio. Alternatively, you can follow this blog via it's Facebook page, or subscribe to the feed.

It’s time for the latest instalment of my semi-regular series of posts which take a look at some of the more unusual and perplexing search terms people have used to find this blog.

As ever, I add commentary and endeavour to give advice to the poor confused souls who feel the need to take to Google to search for the strange, the creepy or just the downright obvious.

Cats don’t like water – Nah, they love it! Honest. Give one a bath if you don’t believe me. Your cat will think it’s great and will not turn into a hissing, snarling bundle of teeth and claws intent on tearing every inch of skin from your arms. Trust me, I’m a blogger and bloggers never, ever say sarcastic things on the internet.

Tortoise housing ideas – That’s the thing with tortoises, they have these great ideas about housing but no one listens to them. When I was a little girl I had a pet tortoise (Mr T), oh, the happy hours we wiled away discussing the best ways to create more starter homes.

Drawn sex/draw sex – I decided not to Google this to find out more, so can only assume this is some kind of historical porn. However, it may just be someone who likes erotic drawings, so in an effort to help here is a drawing of stick people. (For reasons of privacy I’ve only included the foreplay, they may be sticks, but they have feelings).

Stick-people Play Footsie

Stick-people Play Footsie

I draw sex – That’s nothing! I draw wasps, greenfly and religious fanatics … no, actually, thinking about it, you probably win.

Mascara Guy Fawkes – I suspect this person is confusing Guido with Eddie Izzard. If you are that person: Eddie Izzard is a comedian and actor who often wears mascara; Guy Fawkes tried to blow up Parliament and was not known for his use of cosmetics. As you can see they are very, very different.

Sentence with indignant - OK … how about: Cats tend to be quite indignant when bathed. Is that any help? Maybe not, but it might be useful for anyone who took my comment above seriously.

Why was Oliver Cromwell the odd one out – Umm … I don’t know. Is it because all the others were elephants?

I’m shocking – I doubt that. People who believe they’re shocking are a lot like people who believe they’re zany: usually they’re just pretty ordinary, even a bit dull.

Drink cakes – What a bizarre thing to want to do.

Frog me – Frog yourself, weirdo!

Glow in the dark tampons – Not only are people searching for this, there’s a petition calling for their introduction.

Einstein zunge/Albert Einstein head – (Zunge is the German for tongue.) These terms are odd, I mean, why are people searching for Einstein’s body parts?! Is it some kind of creepy treasure hunt?

George Osborne porn – What? Why? No! If you are the person who searched for this you really need help. Fortunately, I can provide that help. There are these men known as Sean Bean, Johnny Depp and Clive Owen, I have no idea if they produce porn (probably not) but it would be far healthier to Google for photos of them than to spend your time looking for images of Gideon getting  jiggy, an act which is not only detrimental to you, but which has also made me be a little bit sick in my mouth, and left me wishing there was a way to disinfect my brain.

That is all!

Good Afternoon, Dear Reader. As I haven’t posted for a while, I thought I’d pop in to share my thoughts about some of the big news stories of the last couple of weeks.

Usually, researching this kind of post involves spending quite some time rummaging through the lesser seen regions of Google news, seeking out oddities, anomalies and the downright strange. Not this week, or last week for that matter. No. It seems the great and the good have decided to gift bloggers and columnists everywhere with the kind of material that one really couldn’t make up.

- I begin with Ricky Gervais and his one man crusade to reclaim* the word, ‘mong’. Mr Gervais has now issued an apology saying he had been “naive”, and, “(n)ever dreamed that idiots still use that word aimed at people with Down’s Syndrome”.  However, prior to his climbdown, those who objected were labeled, “humourless”, while his fans described the criticism as political correctness gone mad and an attack on free speech – which is odd because the last time I checked the laws surrounding freedom of speech didn’t include a clause advocating bullying.

- The saga of Liam Fox and his ‘friend’, the delightfully named Werritty** rumbles on. Mr Fox has now resigned but not before blaming everyone but himself for his downfall saying the criticism of his take-a-mate-to-work policy was due to “vindictiveness” and “hatred”. I suppose I can see his point. If plumbers and bricklayers can take a mate to work, why not defence ministers  who are involved in secret strategic talks with key allies? Surely unblocking a sink and discussing the defence of the realm are exactly the same thing? No? OK, I see your point – Mr Fox still needs some persuading though.

- And then there is Oliver Letwin, millionaire and MP for West Dorset, who was photographed dumping official papers into a rubbish bin in a central London park. It turns out this is also a perfectly normal thing to do because the papers weren’t top secret or anything***, just letters from his constituents. So, the good people of West Dorset now know how their elected representative treats their correspondence. So far, Mr Letwin hasn’t come up with an excuse, or found anyone else to blame, but if he wants to I suggest pinning it all on St Eric Pickles, patron saint of the garbage obsessed – if only Eric had reintroduced weekly collections sooner ….

- In (very much) related news: still available on BBC iPlayer, Holy Flying Circus is a “fantastical re-imaging” of the controversy surrounding the release of Monty Python’s, Life of Brian, which is quite apt considering the Ricky Gervais story I opened with. Life of Brian is a perfect example of comedy being used to challenge preconceived ideas. Contrary to what the anti-Brian propaganda said, the film did not attacks Christians, it challenged blind, unquestioning belief.

I suppose Ricky Gervais fans could argue that attacking preconceived ideas was their intention, but I’m not so sure. I have a feeling many/most of them unquestioningly retweeted Gervais’ mong tweets simply because of his celebrity status. They didn’t stop to think about what they were doing, they just followed along because some famous person was leading, a bit like the Brianists, really****.

- And finally: the death of Dennis Ritchie earlier this month was a little overlooked, which is very sad. Mr Ritchie was the inventor of the programming language C, and the co-inventor of the Unix operating system.  Although he was hardly a household name in the way people such as Bill Gates or the late Steve Jobs are, his influence on the technology that has become so much a  part of our everyday lives can not be overstated. It is no exaggeration to say that pretty much everything you see or do on your computer you owe to him. Yes, there were other languages, and there were other OS, but the ones he worked on were most elegant and the most practical. He truly was a pioneer!

*Not entirely sure how he intended to do this, because I thought you could only reclaim a word if it had been applied to you. For example: gay people and the word gay.

** Werritty sounds as though he could be a cousin of Raggety from Rupert the Bear.

*** I suspect he’s not trusted with the really serious stuff.

**** I blame their parents who obviously never used the traditional response, ‘And if all the other boys jumped off a bridge, would you follow?’, when their offspring tried to blame bad behaviour on the influence of others. I’m guessing they never said, ‘Stop swinging your school bag, you’ll have someone’s eye out’, or, ‘ But superheroes eat all their carrots, that’s why they have super powers!’, either.

Updated to add: Life of Brian is also on iPlayer – just watching it now, it’s still funnier than a very funny thing indeed!


I first saw this set on Friday Night Live (yes, showing my age), and thought it was one of the funniest things I’d ever seen. The problem was I couldn’t remember the name of the comedian, so spent the next twenty-odd years asking people if they remembered a chap who pointed at owls. I have to admit that doesn’t sound particularly amusing, in fact, it sounds a bit odd, so I can understand why they answered in the negative and shuffled away.

Anyhoo, I’ve managed to track the set down – and feel vindicated because it’s still funny :-)

ps: You might need to turn your speakers up because the sound is a bit dodgy!

Justin Bieber's Biggest Fan?

He's gonna fight for his right to Bieber

So, the big news this week has been the riots, I was going to write something about that, but I don’t really have anything to add to the opinions already aired so it would be pretty redundant. However,  if I must say something it would be that I don’t think poverty is the main motivator – few of the rioters appear to be poor, and for every area where people did riot, there were others which are just as poor or even poorer where people didn’t*. I don’t think it’s straightforward criminality either – few of the rioters appear to be criminals, just opportunistic types who like to get free stuff.

I think the rioters are mostly self-absorbed types who don’t understand the illogicality of smashing up their local area and making life difficult for their neighbours; and who don’t care that their actions will make it more difficult for legitimate protesters who actually have a real grievance. I also think we should take some time to figure out why we have such people, and why people living in similar areas didn’t riot, but on the whole the accompanying photo  is the best response – we should mock them using the magic of Photoshop. I mean, how silly is that man going feel in years to come when that photo resurfaces again and again? Imagine trying to explain that to your children when they ask, ‘Daddy, why is there a photo of you on the internet looking like a grade A plonker’?

Instead I’m going to talk about something that was hidden away in the news: the announcement by the unfortunately named Jeremy Hunt that 65 towns and cities will be eligible to bid for local television licences. Many people are criticising this scheme, saying that daily local news programmes will be dull because local news tends to be dull. At first I thought they had a point, but after closer scrutiny of the local news in my area I’m not so sure.

For a long time I thought the local news in my area was duller than the dullest thing you can imagine, and then some. The weekly papers usually have a front page story – something about a mugging, or maybe a fight outside a town centre pub – but then it’s page after page of talented pets**, primary school children holding swimming galas, photos of large and/or unusually shaped vegetables and profiles of people reaching their 100th birthday. Only one type of crime seems to proliferate: thefts from garden sheds. The police usually put this down to organised gangs, and for a while I believed them, but then I started to have doubts. I mean, organised gangs of bicycle thieves? I can believe in gangs getting organised to smuggle diamonds or valuable works of art, but hovermowers?

I think the police are missing a trick here. It’s obviously not a series of organised gangs – why would there be so many, and why target Doncaster? -  this can only be the work of an evil but financially embarrassed genius.

Unlike most evil geniuses, this guy doesn’t have the wherewithal to build a secret base beneath a volcano, so he’s reduced to working from his garden shed. He also can’t afford snazzy equipment to build the evil genius machine that he plans to use to take over the world, so he’s cobbling something together out of old bike wheels and lawnmower fan belts which he pilfers on nightly excursions to the suburbs and villages of the greater Doncaster area. It’s not entirely clear what the machine will do, but it does have ten gears, a switch to adjust the height for different surfaces and a complimentary water bottle.

So far, I haven’t able to identify this hideous fiend, but I have put together a psychological profile based on my own weird imaginings state of the art scientific principles. I think we’re looking for an older gentleman, one of those chaps who decides to take up a hobby when they retire, after all, who else would have the time? And who else could avoid detection for so long? He’s probably doing it under the very noses of the police who don’t suspect a harmless old man***.

This menace to all we hold dear probably started out quite innocently, maybe he was trying to build a more efficient pump for his tropical fish tank. However, several months of soul-destroying daytime television combined with eating his own body weight in rich tea biscuits sent him over the edge. One day he was ranting at Jeremy Kyle, the next he was hell bent on world domination with the view to forcing us all to wear beige slacks, play cribbage and listen to the Nolans’ Greatest Hits. Despicable.

That’s as much as my inquiries have revealed, but I’ll keep investigating, I’m sure more clues lurk amongst those seemingly innocuous tales of endearing school choirs, novelty vegetables and uncatchable pike.

* Plus, why were people raiding pound shops? They’re hardly aspirational and I find it difficult to believe we have people who can’t afford to spend a quid on a novelty plant pot in the shape of a teletubby, or a 15 gallon vat of neon-pink hair gel. I suppose it’s possible they are fobbing the good people of Doncaster off with tat while those in Birmingham and London are offered Tiffany lamps and  pashminas, but that seems unlikely given the overheads.

** Sadly that is usually a cat who makes a noise that sounds a bit like hello, or a dog who looks a bit like his owner. I’d be more impressed if these pets were genuinely talented, if they could juggle, or spin plates, or perform Swan Lake in the manner of Margot Fonteyn, something like that.

*** This why Scooby Doo should be required viewing at police training colleges.

Anyone familiar with football – that’s soccer to you folk across the Atlantic – will have heard the phrase, ‘play the ball, not the man’. It basically means that when a player goes in for a tackle, they should aim to take control of the ball without nobbling their opponent. I’ve often thought that this is a useful maxim for writers too, especially those who specialise in opinion pieces.

I was reminded of this today while reading Melanie Phillips latest offering in the Daily Mail, in which she attempts to deflect attention away from the fact that Anders Breivik quoted her – not once, but twice – in his ‘manifesto’. Apparently, all the hate and bile she spouts on a weekly basis have absolutely no effect on anyone. Obviously, she can’t claim her columns are full of sweetness and light and fluffy kittens, so she defends her use of hateful language saying, “Some words undoubtedly do have hateful or violent consequences — but they are by definition hateful or violent words”.

I find this argument very strange because she seems to be saying that hateful and violent words can influence people, but those who write the hateful and violent words are in no way responsible. How can that be? Surely, the writer chose to use hateful words? The words don’t write themselves. It’s disingenuous of Ms Phillips to suggest that somehow she is not responsible for what she writes. The words made me do it is not a defence.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t take too much notice of the sources that influenced Breivik, he’s obviously not entirely rational even if he is found to be sane. And, irrational people have done all sorts of terrible things because they believed completely innocent texts supported it. However, in this case I do think Melanie gave him an awful lot to work with; her columns are not objective, she doesn’t play the ball, she plays the man, or the woman, or, on occasion, the dog.

Melanie Phillips is a bit like the Razor Ruddock of journalism. When she writes about, for example, single parents the resulting piece is less informed commentary and more of a two-footed tackle to the back of the knees. Instead of an insightful overview of the coalition government, she produces the written equivalent of elbowing David Cameron in the face. She rarely uses facts – pesky things, they get in the way of a good rant – preferring to rattle off stereotypes and generalisations. She then backs herself up by insisting her views are “shared by millions of decent British people”. I suspect she may be wrong about that, and that her views are shared, but not by decent people, British or otherwise.

Of course, Melanie does differ from Razor in some crucial ways. Razor could argue that he nobbled opposing players because of competitiveness, because he desperately wanted his team to win, and that his opponents were perfectly capable of defending themselves.

Melanie prefers opponents who don’t have the luxury of a national newspaper column so who can’t fight back, and she doesn’t act out of a will to win, but because, I suspect, she enjoys kicking people who can’t retaliate. And unlike Razor, who took a sending off in good humour, accepting it as part and parcel of the physical style he chose to play, Melanie refuses to accept that she has done anything wrong. Not only does she feel she has no responsibility for the words she writes, she actually believes she is a victim of  a left-wing conspiracy to smear the right.

As soon as the atrocity happened, people on the Left saw a heaven-sent opportunity to smear mainstream conservative thinkers and writers by making a grossly distorted association between Breivik’s attack and their ideas.”

Except, that’s not really true is it? I haven’t seen anyone using this as an opportunity to ‘smear conservative thinkers’. Norman Tebbit is pretty far to the right but you’d have to be a bit potty to think his opinions would lead him to use mass murder to promote his cause. Once again, Ms Phillips is being disingenuous.

No one seriously believes the ‘right’ are one homogeneous group who all think the same; no one seriously believes the right are violent, homophobic, racist misogynists to a man, woman and dog. The people being scrutinised and found wanting are those, like Melanie, who choose to denigrate whole sections of society simply because they are different. They align themselves to the right, but really they’re just intolerant arses.

I doubt Melanie will ever read this, but just in case she happens by:

Melanie, you are in a very fortunate position. Not only do you live in a country where your right to speak freely is protected in law, but you have a national newspaper column to expound your views. However, with rights and privileges come responsibility. You have the right to express your views, but you also have a duty to do so in a responsible and appropriate manner. This does not stifle your opinions, it just means you use words with care and skill. You have to play the ball, not the man.

You are a very talented writer – your long career is testament to this – you know that words are not merely words, words have power, but that power is in the hands of the individual who uses the words, not the words themselves. I’m just a naive, inexperienced and relatively young blogger, but I know that. You, with your glittering career and years of experience most certainly do.

Stop hiding behind words, admit you screwed up and went too far, show some humility. It’s the mature thing to do and it may possibly gain you a modicum of respect. Continue to play the victim and ‘decent’ people, British or otherwise, will continue to think you are reprehensible.



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