From a speech by oozy lover David Cameron, the word 'hoodie' seems to have evolved over the weekend, into a description of not simply an article of clothing but the threatening, scary young people who wear it. Personally, I can't hear the word without thinking of Sue White kitting out Martin Dear with 'trendy' clothes during the first series of Green Wing.
Labour have, of course, sneered all over Cameron's speech with the epic wit for which politicians the world over are justly renowned, so we now have the meeja producing endless variations on 'hug a hoodie' and 'wash and go politics' (whatever that means). Since coming to power in this country during the 'caring nineties' (remember that phrase? How fucking pointless is giving a personality to a decade?), Labour have, to my mind, become the masters of 'shake n' vac politics', of course (whatever that means).
Thankfully, however, some aspects of life remain unchanged and reliable. Such as the behaviour of authority figures when threatened by something they're actually scared of. I refer to an incident last week where a young man was given what certain TV shows would no doubt call 'the third degree' by five police officers for the heinous crime of criticising a London Underground metal detector system and using the word 'fucking' whilst doing so (I've dumped a copy of the article in the 'post continuation' bit here in case it gets pulled from its original home).
I've seen this sort of situation countless times in the education system of this great country and if you think about it, I would suspect you have as well. I'm talking about the pedagogic theory which states that, when threatened by serious disruption, the person in authority should punish a quiet kid who'd never hurt a fly for some minor or fictional misdemeanour. The theory being that anyone contemplating serious disruption will think "Bloody hell - look what happened to little Jimmy and he didn't even do nuffink! Crikey! I'd better behave and not spray 'All teachers are cunts' on the blackboard when Mr. Jittery's back is turned."
Doesn't work, of course, as the tube incident shows. It actually breeds anti-authority feelings amongst those the authority figures presume to protect. And while the quiet kid is being punished, the seriously disruptive kids are setting fire to the PE block, or something. Not that the police care - they must regard every non-police officer as potential criminals anyway, in the same way that teachers regard every non-teacher as thick. The irony of those attitudes is only outweighed by their counter-productiveness. What the hell they're going to do when this ringtone appears on the tube I don't know. And I better not wear my Kreator t-shirt in that there London, either. Otherwise I'd get shipped to some secret compound (probably in Devon) where the government would harvest my internal organs for more deserving people, like in China. Or will I?
UPDATE - Let us prove it all with statistics.
Here's a thought - do female bodybuilders suffer the same sort of shrinkage 'below stairs' that can afflict their male counterparts? I know that they cultivate iron-hard pecs as opposed to the more natural fun pillows, but what about the slide n' glide lovelips? Do they devolve as being surplus to requirements in the face of constant steroid abuse, in the same way that male bodybuilders end up with what amounts to a sweaty twiglet between their legs? And if so, is all that silverware on the mantelpiece worth a permanently arid shag canal? Or a terminally frightening appearance viz the photograph on the left? I would say not, but what do I know?
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Cornwall (or 'Kernow' as it should be called, to keep the locals happy) has a pretty strong hand of humourous place names, were it ever to sit down and play 'funniest place names' Top Trumps; Flushing, Goonhusband (Lower and Upper), North Corner, Mellangoose and Playing Place are but a few of the many crashings of letters to be found on any glance at a map of the place. The Cornish (Kernish ?) flag is everywhere - a white cross on a black background, presumably because the Jolly Roger has been trademarked by Disney™©.
