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I loved Benny Hill. He appealed to me as the very ordinary guy that people liked, the chubby little fellow who seemed to get the girls and for the most important reason – he was just damn funny.

It’s a crying shame he was ousted from TV, pushed aside by the PC brigade who didn’t want to upset anyone. In fact, Ben Elton very famously suggested that crimes of rape were Benny’s fault, because of the way women were portrayed on his show. Although Elton later claimed he was quoted out of context, that ‘quote’ was probably the beginning of Benny’s end as far as ITV was concerned. Benny was no more harmful than the saucy seaside postcard, never sought to offend anyone and was generally the butt of the jokes in his sketches.

Benny died just 68, alone and in sitting in his living room chair in 1992. It’s incredible to me that he passed that way, having been one of our favourite comedians for decades. So for those of you who have forgotten about Benny, or who have never seen him perform, here is Mr Hill at his creative and comedic best.





The price of fame

When I was young, most of my peers wanted to go on to do very ordinary jobs. Some wanted to be teachers, some considered working in computing, and many others would have no idea until they were in college or university. However, all of us wanted to do something that was grounded and I honestly don’t remember anyone saying they wanted to be famous. Having said that, Gerard Butler who was in the year above me, has since carved out a nice career as a Hollywood actor.

It seems that things have changed a lot in 25 years though, as I hear more and more people saying that they want to be “famous”. It’s true that many people have achieved fame through their jobs, or for a service they have performed, but that’s not the kind of fame we’re talking about here. This fame is the one which comes from having no talent, skill or desire to improve humanity, it’s the kind of fame that comes from being part of a meticulously designed and completely disposable form of entertainment. Everybody wants to be one of life’s first class passengers, instead of being the person who keeps the engines running and the parts clean. The rise of the reality TV show has allowed ordinary people access to the kind of fame reserved for actors or musicians, without actually having any talent whatsoever. The worst offender is Big Brother, whose simple premises is to confine a group of disparate nobodies in a house for several months and film them. If it’s all a bit quiet, add alcohol or a particularly annoying ‘house mate’ to stir things up and make it interesting for the viewers. Somehow, people from this vile programme have become famous simply by being loud, obnoxious and fake!

So here we have Josie Cunningham, a woman who has already caused controversy by having NHS treatment to provide breast implants. Now although that seems morally repugnant and a waste of money, there might well have been a medical condition behind it and/or a psychological issue which needed to be addressed. Whatever the reason, if someone in the same area was refused medical treatment for a serious illness because of costs, then nobody should be getting cosmetic surgery at teh same hospital! Josie attempted to become a glamour model after her surgery but she failed, so rather than get an ordinary job like us mere mortals, she is going to shoot for fame by appearing on Big Brother. However, the cost of this attempt at fame won’t be counted in NHS funds, the cost will be the abortion of her unborn child. Apparently being pregnant is going to be an insurmountable obstacle for Josie’s quest for fame, so she is prepared to kill the foetus to realise her dream.

Video: Josie Cunningham abortion plans

When Andy Warhol said everyone would have their “fifteen minutes” of fame, I wonder if he could have seen the depths to which some people would go for that fleeting moment? Will Josie realise that a life is more important than a career, or in years to come if she has other children, will she have to confess to them that she aborted their sibling to be famous? I think there are other considerations here behind her motives, because despite becoming a pariah on social media she doesn’t seem to realise that her attempts are doomed to failure. She is so despised by most people that even if she does appear on BB, she will be vilified further by a public who will never allow her to be anything other than cast out and forgotten. She appears to be deluded, if not a little detached from reality. It’s also very apparent that she has self-esteem issues regarding her physical appearance, as well as a need to be liked, if not loved. She sees the adulation of fans for celebrities as a replacement for real feelings like love or respect, failing to notice that only a small amount of celebrities carry that kind of adulation with them forever.

Whatever the outcome, I don’t see a happy ending for this woman. If she has the child, she’ll forever resent it and at some point, will also have to admit that he/she was the result of her time as an escort. Her family dynamic will more than likely pay for a psycho-therapist’s car, holidays and new home! If she doesn’t have the child and gets on BB she will be famous for sure, but famous for all the wrong reasons util she is hounded back out of the limelight. I can’t imagine her getting an ‘ordinary’ job, or that employers would really want her in the first place, so it wouldn’t surprise me if she went back to escorting until what little appeal she has finally disappears and she has nothing.

There’s your price of fame!

Man flu!

Haha, no I’m not going to claim that particular infamous illness, but I have been sick since Thursday afternoon. I’ve actually been unwell for almost two weeks, but not doing anything about the initial sickness is probably the reason I’m so bad now. So yeah, it’s my own damn fault! With what was left of my voice, I called my Mum on Saturday to say I wouldn’t make it over on Sunday for dinner. Within a couple of hours she was at my door, carrying a goody bag of medicines from the local pharmacy – God bless her!


I was hoping to visit my niece and nephew today too, but I’m not going to take my nasty bugs over to infect them. I’m disappointed about that though, as they are great fun and I love running around and playing with them. So this is very much a sofa and blanket day, although I’m still doing my usual job searches of course. Nothing to report there sadly and even the lady at the Job Centre this morning is puzzled as to why I’m getting nowhere. I felt quit bad for her this morning, having to sit only a few feet away from a sweaty, coughing, gravel-voiced sick person. I suspect I will have infected half the staff by the time my germs drift into their coffee cups and settle onto their desks. Sorry about that.

The Great Dictator

A new century, a new millennium, and yet this speech from The Great Dictator still resonates today.

Moving stuff from Charlie Chaplin!

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Click HERE for You Tube clip.

The meaning of life?

I’m watching ‘The One Show’ on BBC at the moment, which is a magazine programme with guests and short features crammed into 30 minutes of live TV. One of the presenters just asked guest Terry Gilliam, ‘Python’, actor and director, if he knew what the meaning of life was.  Asking what for some is the ultimate question and giving it only a few minutes discussion, is quite ridiculous.

However it did make me think, although I thought more about the question than the answer. What if we asked the same question but phrased in a different way? What if we ask what the meaning of life is to YOU, at this point in time? After all, we are individuals with different wants, needs and priorities, so can’t there be different answers, for different people, at different times of their life? Can’t my answer in March not be different to the one I gave in January?

When I was in my teens, MY meaning of life was to have fun, socialise, meet girls, not worry about the future and just live from pay-day to pay-day. In my 20’s, there were some similarities, although I was probably more focussed on my future career, starting to think about buying a home and realising that life wasn’t just about fun. In my 30’s and 40’s priorities changed yet again and right now, the meaning of my life is to get myself back into work and improve my life. When I achieve this, the next part of my life will begin and its meaning will undoubtedly change yet again.

I’m not sure there is a point to be taken from this by anyone else other than myself. I just don’t believe that there is ONE meaning of life that we all share, or a grand plan in which we all play a part. My feeling is that searching for one answer is a waste of time and energy, diverting us from getting on with what needs to be done right now.