Archive for May, 2013

I’m disappointed by The Times.

May 28, 2013

There. I’ve said it. I’m disappointed by The Times. It’s their coverage recent murder of the British army soldier in Woolwich that’s getting me upset. I mean I know it’s news, and so has to be reported, but does the newspaper have to publish a video the murderer’s explanation while he’s standing there with his hands covered in his victim’s blood? Did ITV? Did anyone? And yet The Times, a newspaper that prides itself on its investigative journalism did just that.

Can someone explain to me why that’s acceptable? Or right? Report the facts. Have the video as evidence to support your reports, but no one, I repeat no one, should have been allowed to see that video, unless they had do. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Don’t do something, just because you can.

One of the more surreal things happened to me over the weekend

May 13, 2013

I was coming back from Shanghai, and caught a cab home from the station. Zhenhai is pretty much a Ningbo outer suburb, which means the cab drivers are iffy about getting a fare back or really don’t know where it is.

When trying to establish where I want to go the coversation invariable runs like this…..

“Zhenhai” (me)

“Zhunhai” (Driver)

“Yes Zhenhai” (me)

“Zhunhai”

“Zhunhai”

“Zhunhai”

Anyhow if I get stressed about not being understood in Chinese, I start breaking into Polish. It’s usually just stuff Tak Nie (yes or no) or Naprawde (really), but on this trip I was halfway through “Prawo Lewo Pawo Tunel Prawo” (Right left right tunnel right) that I realised I was doing it, and that’s not happened in years.

This brou-ha-ha about Abercrombie and Fitch

May 12, 2013

There’s this storm in a teacup thing going on in America at the moment over comments made by the CEO of Abercrombie and Fitch where he says his company tries and sells his overpriced clothing to the “cool kids” at school (so long as they’re so thin as to get blown over by anything stronger than a mild breeze).

In response I’ve seems people comment that he’s being cruel for not selling his clothes in “XL Sizes”, that he’s never had kids who’ve been bullied at school, that he’s “heartless”, and a bunch of other things that the speakers feel about him that cover much the same ground.

To a degree I can see why the complainants are upset. No one wants to feel as if they’re on the “outside” or whatever. But equally why should the company cater to the fat, ugly, or downright weird if they don’t want to? If you want to raise a child who is so craven in their need to belong that they buy jeans for $150, then be my guest, but I don’t know I’m sure that’s something you should be proud of.