FS, Sandy Gall? 3.11 on. 3.46 on horse and other clips from his Afghan documentaries.
He was actually alright, I first remember seeing him reporting on the Vietnam war and I think also maybe the withdrawal from Aden.
Quite a career.
Yeah. I know mate. I couldn't remember his name. I should have, Sandy Gall, it was a punch line of it's own back then. I'm just on me todd, and a bit fed up. But it's been alright in here, and I'm not arsing about. I don't think it's even out of place. I really do mean it... what the fuck has happened to our media?
Systematically murdered and watered down. From Kitchen Sink Dramas to Love Actually? I used to read the Guardian now and again. I don't now. I don't read any newspaper now. But I know it's gone down the nick, and not just from the comments in here.
In truth, I never really did read that much. I should have. I'm sorry I didn't. I'm not playing the thicko. I don't really know any good political commentators. I regret that. I remember reading a few articles by a fella called Alexander Cockburn. I only read them for a couple of reasons... I read the blurb, and it said his father was a mate of Robert Morley's. I love him. The other thing... one of the articles was called The Accountant Of Calcutta. It was about Mother Theresa shuffling off the mortal coil. I couldn't stop laughing. It was brilliant.
My point is, I'm an average fella. I'm 57. I still like footy, music, clobber, a few pints. I would be watching Towie if I was young. Thank fuck for small mercies. That shite just didn't happen to be about. So, I watched them great kitchen sink dramas. I had aul fellas like Shankly teaching me proper values. I asked my 7 year old grand daughter what she wanted to be. I don't know why I bothered. And I was right... "A celebrity." That's from a kid that we try and teach right. And she's a lovely kid. The point, or should I say, my opinion, is, our media is a bloody disgrace from top to bottom.
I don't know much about art, but beds with snotty tissues and knickers, sharks in brine, diamond skulls, Michael fucking MacIntire, Little bastard Britain, Jezzer, Gaza, Up the whazzer. I know I'm ranting and I know it doesn't belong in here. But I have a point... disenfranchised young men swept up in a populace death cult, well, I don't know how we can alter their lives one jot, let alone dramatically. But reforming our own banking system, let alone the global Zionist/Facist central bank system, would alter my grandkids immeasurably. And if so many of our youth weren't being left without hope, we mightn't have so many of them hating the state, be they muslim or not.
That's not a dig at you, Armchair. I enjoyed your post. It's just me stating the same point over again. It must be tedious. I'm even boring meself now, so I'm off to smoke a bit more of that hasshashine malarkey. It's easier on my guts than the ale. But anyway, I think it's worth saying. My generation, on the estates and in the huge comprehensives, were just cast aside and abandoned by Thatcher. Didn't think I'd see it again. But the world seems an even nastier, and much crowded place, nowadays. So, I know fanatics won't be appeased. But I also know, we can't go into other people's countries and win their hearts and minds by shooting at them. And how can we expect them to listen, when all we do is lie to our own and teach them Towie reality.
Oh well, pass the peace pipe. Looks like we're pretty much fucked.