Showing posts with label Satirist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Satirist. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 January 2026

Satire's not dead yet

A new study has found that taking part in “Dry January” leads to a sharp and measurable increase in smugness, with partners, friends and bar staff reporting noticeable behavioural changes within days of the month beginning.

Researchers said participants displayed heightened levels of self satisfaction, particularly in pub settings, where abstinence was often announced loudly and repeatedly, despite no one asking.“It’s not just that they’re not drinking,” one increasingly weary partner lamented. “It’s the way they sit there watching everyone else like they’re morally superior. It’s made me drink even more if I’m honest, mainly out of spite. Sometimes I just go to the pub without them.”

Friends reported similar responses.“They can’t just quietly not drink,” harped one disgruntled drinker. “They have to mention it. In the pub. Over and over. It’s quite annoying.”

Bar staff said the behaviour was instantly recognisable. Jim Bingham, bar manager at The Bouverie Tap in Folkestone, Kent, said Dry January customers tend to let you know as soon as they walk in. “They want to chat about how well they’re doing. But we’re busy,” he bristled. “We don’t need your life story. Just order a fucking drink.”

“No one orders a lager and explains they’re doing Fat February. But in January, ordering a lemonade comes with a TED talk. We don’t care.”

Pubs confirmed sales of alcohol free beer, cider and spirits rise sharply throughout the month.“We order extra every January,” Bingham said. “It’s not a trend. It’s for these numpties.”

Alex Furness, a bartender at the pub, said customers often seemed disappointed by the lack of reaction. “They announce they’re doing Dry January and just stand there,” he said. “Like we’re meant to clap. I don’t give a shit.”

The study revealed the most common phrase recorded was “I’m actually doing Dry January”, often delivered with a smug expression, as if they’re quietly enjoying the smell of their own fart.

Researchers also noted a marked increase in phrases such as “I don’t even miss it”, “I actually feel amazing”, “I’m sleeping so much better” and “I’ll probably just carry on in February”, usually spoken while staring longingly at someone else’s pint.

They found smugness typically peaked in the second week of January, before collapsing rapidly following phrases such as “I might just have one” or “I’ve still done really well”.Pubs expect behaviour to return to normal by early February, when participants begin saying they have “basically cut down now” while ordering a pint.

The report concluded that while Dry January may offer personal benefits, it places “considerable strain on pubs, relationships, and anyone seated nearby”.At time of publication, bar staff confirmed they had ordered enough 0% options and were “looking forward to Full Fat February”.
- this post from The Bouverie Tap in Folkestone makes me want to pay them a visit!


Brooklyn Beckham and Nicola Peltz have never worked a day in their entire lives.

They really do believe they are suffering over a wedding dress and a typical in-law disagreement.

Zero adversity in life is what creates this phenomena [sic]. People worldwide are starving, dying, and being slaughtered in their hometowns - but poor Brooklyn and Nicola had a dust-up at their billionaire wedding.

They are so wealthy, they were then able to organise another wedding to make up for the first - but they want the public to realise how stressful it is that they had to have TWO multi-million dollar weddings because his brother said something mean to him and his mother danced with him at the wrong time.

Truly traumatising. Pray for them.
- Candace Owens

[The "real" story]


“Retaliatory tariffs are a bad idea,” said Starmer. He isn’t wrong. A trade war would undoubtedly harm the UK economy. And falling out with your most important ally who helps maintain your nuclear deterrent can generally be filed under “bad idea”. But where do you draw the line when The Donald goes ahead and does all the things he says he is going to do? Imposes tariffs; annexes Greenland; trashes Nato.

In KeirWorld where no boat should ever be rocked, The Donald operates in a world without consequences. Where every humiliation is only greeted with an invitation to inflict further humiliation. Were Trump to take a fancy to Scotland - hell, he owns a couple of golf courses so why not the whole country: first he takes Turnberry then he takes Holyrood - what would Starmer do then? Apart from saying how disappointed he was and that we needed to maintain good relations with the US at all costs.

Maybe Keir will prove us all wrong. He will secure a meeting with the president in Davos and The Donald will see the light. But you wouldn’t put money on it. Starmer has acquired the reputation of being the world’s best Trump wrangler but right now it’s hard to see we have got that much in return.

It could just be that Keir used his best bargaining chip long ago when he offered the president a state visit on the first date. That’s the only thing The Donald has ever really wanted from us. We gave it away too cheaply.
- John Crace in The Guardian

Amen.

Monday, 28 July 2025

When correctly viewed, everything is lewd


At least he's still alive: happy 80th birthday Jim Davis, creator of Garfield

"Apart from that, Mrs Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?"

I owe one of my most-used catchprases to one of the geniuses of sardonic repartee, the singer-songwriter and pianist Tom Lehrer, who has departed for the great That Was The Week That Was reunion in Fabulon, aged 97.

Bizarrely, his performing career only lasted a few short years, and in the late 60s Mr Lehrer apparently became disillusioned with "showbiz" - some say he decided to retire when the award of the Nobel Peace Prize went to Henry Kissinger ("political satire just became obsolete" were his words).

Needless to say, he left us a fine legacy of classics - and in a bit of a different "take" on the usual Tacky Music Monday "wake-up call" fare, here are just a few examples of his brilliance:

...and here is the great man on a subject close to all our hearts...

Smut!
Give me smut
And nothing but!
A dirty novel I can't shut
If it's uncut
And unsubt-tle

I've never quibbled
If it was ribald
I would devour
Where others merely nibbled
As the judge
Remarked the day
That he acquitted my Aunt Hortense:
"To be smut
It must be ut-
Terly without redeeming social importance."

Por-
Nographic pictures I adore
Indecent magazines galore
I like them more
If they're hardcore

(Bring on the obscene movies, murals, postcards, neckties, samplers, stained-glass windows, tattoos, anything!
More, more, I'm still not satisfied!)

Stories of tortures
Used by debauchers
Lurid, licentious, and vile
Make me smile
Novels that pander
To my taste for candour
Give me a pleasure sublime
(Let's face it, I love slime.)

All books can be indecent books
Though recent books are bolder
For filth (I'm glad to say) is in
The mind of the beholder
When correctly viewed
Everything is lewd

(I could tell you things about Peter Pan
And the Wizard of Oz, there's a dirty old man!)

I thrill
To any book like Fanny Hill
And I suppose I always will
If it is swill
And really fil-
Thy
Who needs a hobby like tennis or philately?
I've got a hobby: rereading Lady Chatterley

But now they're trying to take it all away from us unless
We take a stand, and hand in hand
We fight for freedom of the press
In other words

Smut! (I love it)
Ah, the adventures of a slut
Oh, I'm a market they can't glut
I don't know what
Compares with smut

Hip hip hooray!
Let's hear it for the Supreme Court!
Don't let them take it away!

RIP, Thomas Andrew "Tom" Lehrer (9th April 1928 – 26th July 2025)

They're dropping like flies at the moment...

Have a good week, dear reader.

Saturday, 26 April 2025

Satire of the Day


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Cartoonist Martin Rowson is a genius!. More of his work may be found in The Guardian.

Thursday, 26 December 2024

Thought for the day


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[The "real" story.]

Thursday, 24 November 2022

It's over so let it go...

On this date sixty years ago, the legendary satirical TV show That Was the Week That Was first hit our screens.

From Nostalgia Central:

It was deliberately made by the Current Affairs department and not by Light Entertainment, in case the latter played it too safe. Producer Ned Sherrin intended that it should “discuss anything that people might talk about on a Saturday night”.

They certainly talked about TW3, as it rapidly drew an audience of 10 million, way above the expected figure.

The show was fronted by the hitherto unknown David Frost, a minister's son, with resident accomplices William Rushton (famed for his impersonation of Prime Minister Harold Macmillan), Bernard Levin (famed for his acidic interview style), Lance Percival, Roy Kinnear, Kenneth Cope, John Bird, John Wells, Eleanor Bron, Al Mancini, David Kernan and Roy Hudd [and Millicent Martin!]...

...Much of the show was written by journalists rather than by scriptwriters, and among regular contributors were Dennis Potter and Kenneth Tynan.

The show covered such previously taboo comic subjects as racism, royalty and religion. Politicians of the day were also fiercely lampooned.

The series provoked an enormous public outcry, but those who made the programme would have been disappointed if it hadn’t!

Let's have a few clips, by way of a celebration of this landmark programme for the BBC:

Love it.

Happy birthday, TW3!

More That Was the Week That Was at the marvellous Shapers of the 80s site

Thursday, 18 August 2016

In praise of Willie



As we celebrate the fact that today would have been the birthday of the much-missed satirist, cartoonist and personality Willie Rushton, I stumbled across a rather rather fab personal tribute by one of the "QI Elves", Stevyn Colgan:
I Miss My Willie!

I was watching QI the other night and I started to think about all of the wonderfully intelligent comedians and writers that will never appear on the show; not because of contractual obligations or other engagements but because they have shuffled off this mortal coil and joined the Choir Invisible. People like Douglas Adams, Peter Cook, Roald Dahl, Les Dawson, Kenny Everett, Stephen Jay Gould, Joyce Grenfell, Marty Feldman, Pete McCarthy, Ronnie Barker, Spike Milligan, Eric Morecombe, Leonard Rossiter, Terry-Thomas, Kenneth Williams, Graham Chapman, P G Wodehouse, Dudley Moore, Alan Coren, Frank Muir and the wonderful Mr William Rushton...

...He was a constant source of joy and amusement for me. I bought his books. I listened to him on Radio 4. I tried to copy his art style and failed dismally. He was one of my heroes in the best traditions of the word. And yet, for many people, the name Willie Rushton conjures up nothing more than that silly bearded man who was always on ITV's Celebrity Squares in the 1970s.

Oh dear. Oh dearie dearie me. We must put that right, mustn't we?
And so Mr Colgan does - charting Willie's progress from National Service to satire, which led, inevitably, to his pivotal role in the founding of Private Eye and becoming part of the original team on telly's That Was The Week That Was, to his forays into the world of light entertainment on film, television and on radio. And of course, it was the latter medium that gave Mr Rushton his lasting legacy, as part of the core panel of Radio 4's cult hit show I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue.

As the article concludes: "He is a great loss and the world is a slightly sadder place without him." Indeed.

By way of our own little tribute here at Dolores Delargo Towers, here's his classic paean to that most tawdry of London suburbs, Neasden:


I’ve been as far as Orpington, Tufnell Park, and Golders Green,
Seen the Northern Lights of ‘Arlesden,
And visited East Cheam.
I’ve travelled out to Ongar, on the dear old Central Line,
I even went to Ruislip, in 1949.

I’ve been far South as Tooting Bec, where sheep may safely graze,
And I sometimes think it’s hard to say where I’d like to end my days.
But then I shout – Oh Arthur, what a berk you are!
There’s a little place you love just off the North Circular -
They call it…..

NEASDEN!

Yer won’t be sorry that yer breezed in!
The traffic lights an’ yellow lines
An’ the illoominated signs
All say welcome to the borough that everybody’s pleased in:

NEASDEN!

Oh where the birds sing in the trees-den,
And you can ‘ear the blackbirds coo,
So why not take the Bakerloo?
It’ll work out that much cheaper if you buy a seasden!

After the show, why not take a stroll down Neasden High Street, and turn right into Milletts, in the Selfridge Road? Or pop into the Public Library and browse at your leisure in the many Newspapers on display. Then, why not dawdle in the neon-lit Launderama? - only 3p for as much as 4lbs of assorted bagwash. Or spend a carefree evening at the Rann of Kutch, THE Neasden Curry Emporium, European and Continental dishes a speciality…..

NEASDEN!

Oh where the rissoles are deep-freezed-en
Oh where there’s Bingo and Boutiques,
And the Wimpys last for weeks,
And very tasty too with a slice of cheese-den!

NEASDEN!

You couldn’t want a better reasden,
Oh now I will not fake the thrill
When we hear at Forest Hill
That the next stop on the line
Is the place that I call mine

Is it Sodom or Gomorrah?
No it’s God’s own Borough!

NEASDEN!


William George Rushton (18th August 1937 – 11th December 1996)

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

On Her Majesty's Human Resources Service



Bloody brilliant.

And for those among us who are, like me, "public servants" - so true...

Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!



"Apart from that Mrs Lincoln, how did you enjoy the play?"

I owe one of my most-used catchprases to one of the geniuses of sardonic repartee, the singer-songwriter and pianist Tom Lehrer, who celebrates his 85th birthday today.

Stalwart of the hugely popular satirical TV show That Was The Week That Was in the late 60s, Mr Lehrer apparently became disillusioned with showbiz fairly soon afterwards - some say he decided to retire when the award of the Nobel Peace Prize went to Henry Kissinger ("political satire just became obsolete" were his words).

Needless to say, if Mr Lehrer were never to write another word, he has left us a fine legacy of classics...



I am not alone in wishing the great man a happy birthday - the BBC celebrated with a whole programme dedicated to Mr Lehrer on Radio 4 last weekend.

Thomas Andrew Lehrer (born 9th April 1928)

Saturday, 20 October 2007

So, farewell, then...



Just back from Spain to hear the sad news that the doyen of satirical journalism and one of the classic voices of the BBC Alan Coren has died.

A gem of a man, his astute wit and acerbic writing skills made a success out of the rejuvenated Punch magazine in the 60s and 70s, when it (almost) rivalled Private Eye in capturing the gossip on the politics of the day.

One of Britain's most prolific humorists, he was a much-loved panellist on Radio 4's The News Quiz, a fore-runner to Have I Got News For You, and latterly was a regular on the sadly now demised Call My Bluff. Alan's long journalistic career saw him as star columnist in The Times, Observer, Tatler, The Listener, Mail on Sunday and Sunday Express, among others, and his brilliant self-deprecating humour earned him the nickname "The Sage of Cricklewood", an epithet he would take great pride in all his life.

A nation has lost yet another great writer and intellectual, and for that we should all feel very sad.

Alan Coren's obituary in The Times

Wednesday, 3 October 2007

A man of exquisite taste and pleasure in life



Described by Stephen Fry as "a man of exquisite taste and pleasure in life... who in many ways resembled a gigantic cat who found an enormous vat of cream", that marvellous and influential giant of British entertainment Ned Sherrin has died.

Ned Sherrin was not just the man who presented Loose Ends on Radio 4, but in his heyday was responsible for masterminding some of the most innovative and memorable shows in modern times.

No-one in these deeply cynical times can quite comprehend what a huge impact his show That Was the Week That Was must have been in the austere early 1960s, when poking fun at the establishment was usually done in a reverential and cap-doffing fashion. TW3 (as it became known) was certainly not reverential in any way, and set the scene for the emergence of generations of satirical media such as Private Eye and even Spitting Image and Have I Got News For You.

Ned was responsible not just for satirical programming but also some extremely popular "mainstream" plays, TV, radio and movies. He brought in-depth news reporting to our screens with the Tonight programme, produced big screen comedies such as The Virgin Soldiers, Up Pompeii, Up the Chastity Belt and Up The Front, and for the small stage that fabulous revue Side by Side by Sondheim, performed by Millicent Martin, Julia Mackenzie and David Kernan (a hit on both sides of the Atlantic), and the award-winning Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell with Peter O'Toole.

An out gay man with a regular penchant for rent boys and bitchy repartee, he was loved and feared by many. We will miss him more than we know.

Ned Sherrin obituary in the Guardian