Front page of ever-reliable rag The Sun today bore a story about David and Victoria Beckham sacking fourteen members of their staff. That's a whole third of their staff! Disasteriffic! How terrible! How awful! How nightmarish! It must be so tough for them!
Bollocks, of course, and certainly not front-page newsworthy. The thing that comes to mind any time I hear any kind of celebrity gossip is one of those awkward conversations you have with your parents where they tell you all about someone whose name you've never heard before but you're apparently supposed to know everything about, including their medical history, any past indiscretions, marital status and whether or not they or anyone close to them has died recently.
It's easy to do, of course. We all do it. We all talk about our friends to other people as if they know them. Because we know them, we refer to them with a comfortable familiarity. It sometimes doesn't cross our mind that certain people in one group of friends might not know who "Jeff" or "Calin" from another group of friends are.
But with celebrity, it's a different matter. People who are into that sort of thing talk about celebrities as if they are their friends. They excitedly talk about their idols on a first-name basis, assuming you know who on earth they're blathering on about. Worse, sometimes they use nicknames dreamed up by tabloids that make it even more difficult to work out who it is they're on about. If they're involved in football, it'll probably be the first syllable of their surname followed by either "-o" or "-s". Sometimes, it's a reference to pop culture long forgotten, or never known about at all by some people. Does Victoria Beckham still get called "Posh"? I bet she does by someone out there.
I still find it difficult to understand the fascination with the minutiae of these people's lives, though. Fair enough if you want to follow the career of someone who is interesting, or does something that you find particularly stimulating. But these people are not, in most cases, close personal friends. How is the fact that poor old Posh 'n' Becks are having to sack a whole third of their staff to "save money" newsworthy? What are we supposed to get out of that story? Envy? Because that's a Deadly Sin, I believe. Are we supposed to feel compassion or empathy for them? Because the vast majority of us don't have one person to sack, let alone fourteen. Let alone fourteen people being only a third of our "staff".
David Beckham doing something exciting and footbally. That might be newsworthy. On the sports pages, not the front page. Victoria Beckham doing something exciting and pop-starry. That, too, might be newsworthy. On the entertainment pages, not the front page.
Also in the news today: A man saved his daughter from a bear pit. That's pretty heroic. Why isn't that on the front page of The Sun? Because people are more interested in the life and times of poor little rich kids.
"QUEUE CAUTION," says the ungrammatical sign in bold, orange, backlit capital letters. Your car is not moving. Not because you stopped to read the sign. No, your car is stopped because it's in a queue. You were aware of the fact your car was in a queue long before a sign informed you of this fact. As it happens, since the sign informing you that yes, you are in a queue appeared approximately two miles after the queue started, it feels somewhat like it's mocking you. As such, you decide to shout at the sign.
Clothes either have pockets or they don't. If you're a girl and you like wearing pretty dresses, chances are you don't have pockets very often. As such, you may well carry a handbag for the express purpose of carrying around your "stuff". Said pretty dresses don't tend to have pretend pockets for some unspecified purpose.
Shut up. Just stop talking bollocks. People can wear whatever they want. Most people have a pretty good idea that wearing something in a fluorescent colour is probably going to make you stand out a bit, and wearing strappy shoes with big heels may well make you 1) fall over and 2) have hurty feet. When some jumped-up hussy comes on TV explaining to everyone that the particular shade of brown you see in front of you is the "perfect shade for summer" (despite it being purple last year, and yellow the year before) everyone should yell, as one, "FUCK OFF".
If you took the term "must-have" at face value and immediately purchased everything described as such, you would be very poor indeed. "Must-have" items often tend to be expensive and/or pointless, and there is some crossover with the world of people who talk about fashion as if it's a science.
If you are a terrorist, you are quite possibly an extremist. You hold an extreme viewpoint, and in your case, you're prepared to die for it.
I've told this story a number of times before, but there was a time when I did some temping for a local "loss adjusting" company. On a side note, this was the only job I've had which literally bored me to tears on several occasions. And that's not an exaggeration.
"Hi! Would you like to…"
Do you know where the "Print" function in Microsoft Word is? Perhaps you even know what the shortcut key is! You'll be in charge of receiving emails from other members of this busy office who are too lazy to print things for themselves. Your task will be justified under the name of "top copying", which still means "print", don't worry. And don't worry about proofreading; these people are professionals! Any mistakes they made are entirely intentional and are probably the fault of the audio typists anyway. Those bastards.
Do you like children? You won't once you're finished with us! Have you long been frustrated that too much knowledge is imparted in classrooms? Then come and show us how it's really done! We'll put you into a classroom full of 9-year olds who act like they're stroppy teenagers! We won't tell you anything about the colourful backgrounds that their families have! We'll let you get threatened by parents who believe that their way, not the way of polite society, is the way to go! Polite society is boring, anyway!
A while back, when I was feeling rather more positive and "I can do anything!" I was hoping to support myself through a combination of freelance writing, music teaching and computer tuition. As such, I set up some websites, I took out some adverts with Yell, Thomson and the like and waited for the customers to come rolling in.
Right, you. Yes, you. The one who's been saying nasty things about Crackdown 2. Or should I say, all of you who've been saying nasty things about Crackdown 2. I'm going to say why I think you're wrong. I respect your viewpoint, and I still love you, but you're wrong. Actually, no, that's harsh. You are, of course entitled to your own opinion. I just happen to disagree with most of the Internet, from the sound of things.
The astute amongst you will have noticed from the frequency of my tweeting, Facebook updating and the fact I had time to draw several cack-handed Paintbrush portraits of a few friends today that I still am not in possession of gainful employment. The supply teaching seems to have dried up, too—and yes, I am chasing them up before anyone even thinks about nagging me about it—so there's not a lot to do each day except do the rounds on the Internet desperately trying to see if there are any jobs worth doing.
Have you tried to get a job recently? It's a massive, huge pain in the arse, and nothing to do with crowbars this time. The reason for it being such a pain in the arse is the sheer amount of bullshit that flies around with job advertisements, as I believe I alluded to in passing yesterday.
