smokingboot

So I left the studio a long time ago, but maintain friendships as best I can. I've made some fabulous friends there, and of course, I have had other colleagues who, while not necessarily close, were at least bearable.But cirumstances bring a harsh light to bear on every wart and pimple, and enough is enough. The same bloody idiot who recently tried to claim that the Normans winning the battle of Hastings is proof that GB can never be conquered, has just come out with the statement that London should be wary of Sharia law taking over because Islam 'over-ran' Southern Spain for 500 years which is why it is called Andalucia.

I didn't lose my temper with him,though perhaps I should have done. I set him straight politely enough. To equate the Nasrid dynasties with some trumped up fantasyphobia Mail/Express bollocks , as though the Alhambra wasn't a superlative creation, as though Sevilla and Cordoba and Granada had cause to regret that extraordinary flowering, is just so breathtaking in its ignorance,I honestly think if this man picks his nose his brain will cave in.

And yes, I blame Brexit. I blame the fecking license given to be stupid and insulting, all right, my outer friends may say, all right, he's a shit-for-brains, but at least you know he is now; Brexit didn't make him that way, it just gave him a safer option for self revelation. But there's fecking hundreds of them, all talking nonsense that isn't even internally consistent, legends of the post factual world. It is right and proper that this imbecile farts through his mouth on the same day Trump is nominated Time's Person of the Year. Holy feck. Pilger hints at a coming war; if avoiding it requires foresight, truthfulness, honesty, or anything greater than the ability to stick our heads in the sand and present our buttocks to the setting sun, we are bloody doomed.