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One Death Is A Tragedy…

While I realise the sensitivity relating to the issue, I feel compelled to write about the death of Amy Winehouse. Let me start by offering my condolences to her family, who have, after all, lost a loved one and will be suffering at this time. No death is more or less important than any other, and Amy’s family should receive the respect that they deserve.

However, that whole ‘no death is more or less important than any other’ is something that grates with me right now. In Norway, scores of youths have been brutally massacred through no fault of their own, but their story is playing second-fiddle to the death of an individual.

It truly encapsulates the celebrity-obsessed world we live in that such horrific news gets completely ignored by the majority of people in favour of mourning the loss of someone who was – at the end of the day – a drug addict.

Of course, it is undeniable that Amy Winehouse had talent, and consequently such a loss is quite rightly deemed a ‘waste’. Who is to say, however, that any of the 92 people currently believed to have been murdered in Norway were not equally talented in their own individual way? Why is their loss not deemed as significant to the world as that of someone who acted with such disregard for life so frequently?

Equally, the simple fact is that many of those bandwagon-jumpers bemoaning the loss of a ‘great talent’ are among those who mocked and berated her lifestyle as recently as a matter of weeks ago.

Why is there a peculiar obsession with criticising or even hating people for what they do when they are alive, only for them to almost immediately be catapulted to a standing far beyond their genuine character once they have passed? It may seem utterly insensitive, but why does the death of someone transform opinions so significantly? It not only shows a lack of conviction in personal thought, yet also dishonours the deceased. If you don’t like them when they’re actually living on this earth, don’t patronise their memory by attaching yourselves to them in death please…

It is, in many ways, not dissimilar to the passing of Jade Goody. Initially vilified in the press and public spaces as a ‘brainless racist’, the game changed when she was no longer with us. The media and society as a whole began to hold her up as something of a role model after her sad – and yes, it is sad, because every death is tragic in its own way – death in 2009. I truly do not understand why this was the case with Jade Goody, nor why it will be eventually be the case with Amy Winehouse. If you have an opinion on someone, at least have the bottle to stand by it.

I do not wish to speak ill of the dead, and will freely admit to being much more touched by the passing of Jade Goody than I ever will be by the early departure of Amy Winehouse. This is for one incredibly simple reason. Despite being far from a fan of Miss Goody myself, she was essentially a young woman cruelly struck down by a beast that has ravaged the world and devastated lives without offering any real explanation. Perfectly healthy human beings have suffered at its hands, and any death from cancer must therefore be seen an utter tragedy – including that of Jade Goody – regardless of my personal feelings towards her.

The thing is, with Winehouse, it was different. We don’t know the ins-and-outs at present, but it doesn’t take a genius to work out that the death was almost certainly linked to a series of alcohol and drug-related problems. That is why I struggle to have any sympathy for her, and indeed find myself deploring those who treat her as if she deserved any. It was, ultimately, her choice of lifestyle, and if you play with fire, every now and then you’re going to get burnt.

Of course, there will be many an argument that Amy was a ‘troubled soul’ who had ‘issues’ and ‘needed help’. That is fair enough, but there are still problems with this belief. Firstly, many among us have difficulties in our life, but are intelligent enough to seek the relevant help when required, and do not become dependent on the deadly cocktail of drugs and alcohol. Why, just because she was famous, was Winehouse excused from such activities with a shrug of the shoulders and a declaration that it was ‘part of her image’? It is possible to see why Winehouse fell for such temptations, but the fact remains it was her responsibility. She was a grown woman, and needed to take control of her life. Sadly, she did not, and paid the maximum price.

What I also find incredible is how many ‘celebrity-type’ people noticed she was ‘in trouble’, but how few seemed to make any genuine attempt to help her. To be frank, where were they all when she needed saving? It’s all well and good wittering and twittering about it now, but, ultimately, these supposed friends were nowhere to be seen when it truly mattered.

Again, I don’t wish to belittle the memory of Amy Winehouse, and do accept the many ways in which this can be construed as a tragedy.

However, I would urge people to look at the bigger picture, the bigger issues, and instead spare a thought for those who are more perhaps more deserving. Unlike Winehouse, those involved in the Norway massacre had little or no control over their destiny, and yet it appears many people aren’t all that bothered by it.

It is a very sad demonstration of how immune people have become to ‘bad news’, while celebrity culture dominates in every aspect of life.

His context may have been extremely wrong, but days like this make it hard to look past Joseph Stalin’s claim that “One death is a tragedy; One million is a statistic”.

As these two very separate events show, it is pretty much spot on in terms of how the public view the world…


Eurosport 1-0 Le Mans

*Listening To Laura Marling – Rambling Man*

This is a pretty big weekend.

Obviously we open our World Cup campaign. I say we because we will be kicking every ball and every player with them, well trying when it comes to Little Leo. But we also have the home nations getting taught a lesson in how to play rugby in The Other Hemisphere, a Canadian Grand Prix and the there’s Queens. Although interest is no doubt waning due to the lack of names left. Isn’t Wimbledon going to be fun? Rafa and Muzza struggling to get back into the lawn side of things.

But most importantly the biggest and most challenging event on man and machine is taking place in the middle of France for the next day or so. Yet nobody seems to care anymore. Despite, at the time of writing a Brit being at the helm of the second-place Peugeot and another Le Mans-winning Brit in the chasing pack.

Not that the biggest sport website in the world know though, it’s nowhere to be found on the BBC Sport site. They even have a vested interest in it since Anthony Davidson, their Radio 5L Sports Extra analyst is said Peugeot driver.

Sure the cars aren’t as beautiful as the stunning Gulf Ford GT, but as a feat of engineering they are nearing perfection. They’re not exactly ugly either. And sure, it’s becoming something of a last stop for former F1 drivers but they‘re the best in the world, driving for eight hours or so each. Mansell was a step too far maybe/At least Mansell’s back for goodness sake! (Delete as applicable, whichever you prefer.)

Yet this 24-hour endurance race, testing the limits of racing drivers, the car and even the fans has so very little coverage in the UK. You have to have Eurosport, and then even if you do you will have to pay an extra £4 to watch it uninterrupted except for those pesky adverts. Well, we need to earn some money. On top of TV subscriptions and then our online subscriptions.

Who cares about those of us who don’t have Eurosport. We’ve got the World Cup.

Canada has one gap sorted, thankfully, but what are we expected to do in the two hour slots between the other games?


What Have You Done?

*Listening to Fionn Regan – Shadow Of An Empire*

If there is one thing that should be regulated by some sort of higher force, it’s the autobiography. It’s getting a bit of a joke now.

N-Dubz have got one now. Seriously. I don’t mean a fan book or annual like those of your youth. An autobiography. From Street Life To Chart Life. 

Riveting, I’m sure.

They’re in their early twenties, what can they really have done to warrant a book? It’s not like they’ll have much wisdom to pass on. And I say this as a fellow early twenties-er.

According to the BBC, it’s a Number Two Bestseller too, which, reading between the lines and correct me if I’m wrong, means people have actually bought it. Who would have thunk it. You do have to be careful what you say about N-Dubz and the unscrupulous Dappy though, especially via text.

It’s equally nonsensical how he gets away with saying to someone “Your gonna die” as it is them having a book out. If I would have received that text, I would have struggled not reply with either simply replying with “*You’re” or possibly with just a “Yes I am, such is the way of Human existence.”

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Fear Not, I Can Save Us

*Listening to The Barlights – Ticking*

Cheers Darlin’, You give me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away

Well Damo, I doubt she would now, eh? Not since another Darlin’ has had his say on repairing his cronies’ economic failings.

I don’t smoke, but I don’t want to part with an extra 15 pennies for a pint of cider. No thanks, it’s already too dear, Darlin’.
Hows-about we tax the people who wouldn’t notice? I don’t mean the rich. I mean the stupid. The ones who put the apostrophe in aren’t somewhere around are’nt. Or triples up letters for no reason (e.g. nottt). Or have double buggy’s at the age of 14. Or have just bought Drum’n’Bass Volume 1827 despite it sounding EXACTLY the same as Volume 1. Or people that have spoiler on their G reg, 1.0 litre, maroon/rust-coloured Nova.

Think about it. When Gazzza or Dazzza or whatever young ruffian goes to get his new alloys or go faster stripe or gutter-dressed-as-an-exhaust or mammoth rear wing- sorry spoiler- he’s quite clearly not going to be of an IQ to notice a giant tax on it, is he now?
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Dolly’s a Star

*Listening to Band of Horses – Cease To Begin*

re·al·i·ty

 

[ree-al-i-tee]

–noun,plural-ties for 3, 5–7.

1. the state or quality of being real.

2. resemblance to what is real.

3. a real thing or fact.

4. real things, facts, or events taken as a whole; state of affairs: the reality of the business world; vacationing to escape reality.

Remember when you could sit down and find something to watch on television at any time on any night of the week and find something to cure the boredom of, well, England? Now, all you can ever watch is this ‘reality TV’.

After a Christmas period of show after show after show of people dancing- of which surely every single hour of wannabe-dancers must have been EXACTLY the same- what have we ended up at?

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Keyboard Wars

Listening to Air Traffic – Fractured Life

This week I took on the task of reviewing a classic album. What better than Heartbreaker by Ryan Adams I thought. The fact that he has a fair few fanatics didn’t come into it until one came across my little piece. Now I opened by claiming Adams is a genius, Peter something or other- we’ll call him Petey- deemed the article to be mean [(awwww) but it quite clearly isn't].

Erm…

He then went on to say things ranging from “leave it to the professionals” to “half-wit” to “Go back to cleaning out the frialator”. (Surely only Americans can come up with the word “frialator”, hands up who knows what one is? You can put it down now Petey.) Just be sure to show me the way you find best to clean them though Big P.
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Tw*tter

*Listening to Fanfarlo – Reservoir*

There was a MAJOR decision to make today, namely what had irked me so much you’d want to hear about it.

Scenario 1) Imagine the scene- It’s Thursday, 11pm-ish and we’re indoors at the pub. What you wouldn’t expect to see at this time then, is a guy wearing a beanie AND sunglasses. You’re not skiing, idiot. Who in their right mind thinks that is acceptable. I thought I’d give him the benefit of the doubt, maybe he’s dressed up for a birthday or something. On second encounter (I say encounter, I merely witnessed him again) he was sat, slouched in his “coolest” looking pose, glasses still on. Oh. Dear. No. Need. Go home and think about what you’ve done.

Given that is about as far this post will go, I opted for the second.

Twitter.

When did that become so inane?
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Should Have Referred

*Listening to Death Cab For Cutie – Transatlanticism*

What a horrible, horrible mistake. It was entirely avoidable too. There really was no need for it, handing over a list would have sufficed and I could have enjoyed a stress-free environment watching Swanny and Broad rip into a startled South African batting line-up. But no. I accepted the invitation to go into Norwich and go shopping.

All I needed was a memory card and some rechargeable batteries, but it wasn’t until four hours, a bird-shit stain and a giant snail later (the sister needed it for her school pupils) could I sit down to watch what was barely left of Day Four. A day that effectively won the test. Excellent.

What a stupid decision.

One of the numerous things I pondered whilst walking amongst the geriatric-paced crowds- other than why people stop without warning at least three times every four steps- was why there are so many people feeling the need to spend the money they don’t have on things they didn’t need two weeks ago. But since it’s now 5% off, it’s as needed as under-soil heating at The Bescot. The answer escaped, taking with it my patience.
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Losing Touch

*Listening to Manchester Orchestra – Mean Everything To Nothing*

Scouring the internet recently gave me an idea that could make the world a better place, a place where words have their full allotted amount of letters and, even- god-forbid- apostrophes. It shouldn’t be too difficult to bring into practice, all it really requires is a few thousand people keeping their eyes open in the world they spend their most time.

This world, is Facebook of course, and all these Freedom Fighters would be looking for is those people who have an innate inability to spell, or more importantly, people who feel the need to omit letters that have been comfortably in their place for many a moon now.
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