Showing posts with label David Dimbleby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Dimbleby. Show all posts

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Bunnies can and will eat humble pie





I often think it's comical How nature always does contrive That every boy and every gal That's born into the world alive Is either a little liberal Or else a little conservative

Gilbert and Sullivan, ‘When all night long a chap remains,’ Iolanthe, 1882

We are two weeks into our coalition government, and it is very refreshing; the weather is scorching, the children are playing and the Dailies are printing pro-government cartoons again (“If Cameron says ‘I told you so’ one more time…” say the cartoon European leaders on a sinking 1 euro coin. Sunday Express, 23rd May). The coalition’s Programme for Government came out last week, and yesterday our new Chancellor George Osborne faced his albatross of debt, introducing the cuts to be made across government. Finally, the Queen opened the new session of parliament today, and made her speech outlining the government’s plans.

The sun is not quite shining out of the backsides of our new government, but equally they have yet to be compared with the stuff that more commonly comes out of that area. The coalition seems to be a corrective government at present, with the country set to make its difficult recovery under their careful helm. But to get here required a fascinating, if dismally reported, mess of politics and base level human behaviour.

I was genuinely intrigued about the uncertain consequences for our country’s government, now that the most recent batch of traditional ‘bad as each other’ complaints about the main parties had resulted in nobody winning hearts and minds at the election. Instead of exploring this, I had to watch election night coverage that was poised to examine the swings, clearly refusing to allow the already mooted hung parliament to deter the normal practice of analysing patterns.

Irrelevance isn’t irredeemable though. Channel 4’s Alternative Election Night might not have offered the satirized results coverage I had hoped for, but the BBC rose to the challenge with its wonderful, self-parodying boat party. The satire was so spot on that some viewers complained, imagining that the banter barge was a genuine segment of the Election 2010 programming. Bruce Forsyth’s offering was so so bad, it’s funny that it appeared on the next day’s Have I Got News For You (but not, it seems, the clip of Ian Hislop, well into the early hours, with his hair looking pwned.)

Channel 4’s show had some excellent Charlie Brooker comments, ‘Gordon Brown played by a haunted elephant’ for one, but the programme had much more of Jimmy Carr (admittedly I chuckled at something he added to a point about Geoff Hoon: ‘And traditionally voters have been put off by total fucking cunts’). As it turned out, much of the programme’s political humour was kept to laboured one-liners, all with about as much political savvy as a balding toothbrush.

In fairness, political savvy wasn’t abounding that night. The BBC’s Nick Robinson valiantly forwent sleep to do what he always does - telling us what the party leaders were likely to be doing, and likely to be thinking about while they might be doing it. He noted how interesting it was that Peter Mandelson had chosen that particular word in the interview we’d just seen - perhaps it meant that something Nick had surmised earlier might possibly have been likely at some point after all.

The BBC’s trump cards were actually Peter Hennessey and Vernon Bogdanor, historian and professor of government respectively (David Cameron is a former student of Bogdanor’s). They added more detail - and qualifiers - to the oft-touted precedents for this election: hung Parliament in 1974, and what Ted Heath/Jeremy Thorpe/Harold Wilson were doing at the equivalent of this moment back then. David Dimbleby was wry in places, clearly nonplussed by what his earpiece was telling him to announce: ‘oh look, Nick Clegg’s Leylandii,’ ‘and we’ve got to cut to another shot of David Cameron’s car going along the motorway.’

The night was a void in both politics and political coverage. A media that over-analyses the parties’ daily doings - and the electorate’s opinions of the same - sets too much store by trends in voter intentions and perceived perceptions of the parties. Neither parties nor media could explain why our votes hadn’t produced a majority. Surely that is more of a real change to the country’s recent politics than any presidential copies, like leaders’ debates or the bottom up, grassroots makeovers that the parties’ upper echelons have only a half-arsed awareness of.

Over the weekend there were official Liberal Democrat-Conservative meetings, and unofficial Liberal Democrat-Labour meetings. Old passageways - the footprints of Henry VIII’s reign and the Palace of Whitehall - afforded discreet exits and entrances from Downing Street via the Cabinet Office, and made for cracking titbits for Radio Four political features. With little else to go on, the media got even more over-imaginative during all of this:


The lack of reportable action temporarily broke the regular 24-hour news cycle treatment of politics. The rushed, controversy-seeking news bulletins that normally scrutinize political stories – where party spokespersons have to deny everything that is happening - were replaced by nothing: standby reporters outside on the grass. The key figures - the party leaders and ‘their people’ - could convene out of view, daring the media to find a scandal to report.

After Gordon Brown nearly stood down on the Monday, we had a further 24 hours of the exciting possibility that the four-day stale election outcome was still up in the air. Then all alternatives and speculative combinations were forgotten as Gordon Brown left Downing Street to go to the palace. The cars of Brown and then Cameron were followed around London in bird’s eye view like the earlier generation of GTA games. Cameron goes to see the Queen, some wag takes a picture and iZaps it to the media – much to the dismay/awe of Peter Hennessey (unprecedented look at a meeting no one has ever been privy to), GTA back to Downing Street, speech, off sod, over.

The Independent noted Nick Clegg’s stated surprise at the abruptness of Gordon Brown’s resignation. Aides had apparently described several calls between the two, where Clegg had urged Brown to delay his departure: ‘Eventually, an exasperated Mr Brown told him: ‘Nick, Nick, I can't hold on any longer. I've got to go to the Palace. The country expects me to do that. I can't hold on any longer. Whatever happens, I'm going to the Palace.’ The suggestion is that the Liberal Democrats wanted Labour to hold on to power, because - with Labour still an alternative - the Conservatives would be more obliging to Lib Dem conditions for a coalition. The Indy was keen to point out that Clegg’s current surprise clashes with his previous comments about seeking a deal with the party with the most votes. ‘It would be preposterous for Gordon Brown to end up like some squatter in No 10’, he had said back then.

Juicy stuff, but slightly in competition with all of the current juicy stuff about Liberal and Conservative MPs being upset anyway - because of the compromises already made. Presumably, if Clegg had had Labour as a threatening rival bidder for a bit longer, the Conservatives would have ceded so much – practically turning into Liberals themselves - that call me Dave would have ended up assassinated (and perhaps not just politically) by disenchanted, embittered and deranged party right-wingers. Now we are supposed to be waiting for the coalition government to tear itself apart – watch those backbenchers.

But then David Cameron and (according to Cameron) Nick Clegg can and will eat humble pie over comments said about each other prior to the election. Well why not -it’s easier to be humble when you’re the PM or Deputy PM; you’ve got a far bigger sense of self-worth to endure a denting than lesser beings, whose self-esteem might be rubbed out completely by a similar eating of own words.

Personally, instead of fragmentation I’m waiting for a good, pun-inducing policy hash up, which is surely far more likely. For instance, the coalition’s programme says: ‘We will stop the deportation of asylum seekers who have had to leave particular countries because their sexual orientation or gender identification puts them at proven risk of imprisonment, torture or execution’ [1]. I can already see the stock picture of Dick Emery or Are You Being Served’s Mr. Humphries grinning back at me from the Daily Excess - illustrations for a statistically dubious article about LGBT immigrants camping out in the nation’s beauty spots.

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[1] HM Government, The Coalition: Our programme for government, (London; Cabinet Office, 2010) p.18.

Friday, 13 November 2009

Watch out, David!

Irish Cow
'Irish Cow' - billfromesm on Flickr

In May this year I went to the Banqueting House in Whitehall, the place where Charles I was beheaded in 1649. It’s really worth a visit, especially to see the set of nine large paintings by Rubens that were incorporated into the room’s ceiling back in 1635. They are rather impressive; even Cromwell didn’t have the heart to take them down during his Protectorate, despite the depiction of the glorification of James I (also James II of Scotland) in the central canvas. That’s how Charles—who commissioned the paintings—wanted to depict his father, though having seen the position of his throne within the room he must have got a stiff neck trying to get a look at them. As I left the building I was confronted by David Dimbleby, or rather I was confronted with him and had to decide whether to say ‘hello,’ do an impression of Gore Vidal or pass by. I settled on passing by, and as he was in conversation with someone I didn’t even manage to make eye contact or raise a smile.

Sometimes I have wondered whether I should have gone up and spoken to him instead, and today I finally decided that I should have. I am now feeling rather guilty. You see if I had spoken to Mr Dimbleby, generating one topic of conversation or another, it might have stayed in his mind for a day or so. This in turn could well have altered a few aspects of his daily life ever so slightly, like informing the odd turn of phrase he might adopt, or even the occasional decision: what book to read, what TV station to choose, who to vote for on Strictly Come Dancing. Supposing my brief exchange with him had caused these slight changes—we can easily imagine the resulting indirect chain of subtle alternatives in his life that would have occurred over the summer and up to now. Thus I have to ask myself: could I, by having a brief exchange of thoughts with David Dimbleby, have prevented him being struck down by a rearing bullock?

It’s a terrible burden on my conscience; the incident has broken Mr Dimbleby’s hitherto-uninterrupted fifteen years of Question Time presenting. Though one good thing did come out of that; John Humphrys (A BBC Nine O’clock News-reader back in the day, or back in the 1980s) finally got back on TV for a night. Mr Humphrys’s engagement with the political world has been increasingly radio-based in recent years. Hopefully chairing last night’s Question Time cheered him up a bit, as he had begun to appear rather resigned to his radio work. I remember him talking to Dame Edna Everage on Radio Four earlier in the year, submissively describing himself as having a ‘face for radio.’ This is nonsense; his face was perfectly acceptable for television last night. If anything he has a voice for twitter.

Of course, back in June David Blunkett was charged by a cow. Now I’ve never met David Blunkett, not even nearly, so I have no culpability there. However, the incident does make me wonder if our celebrity Davids should be wary of these beasts. It can’t be a coincidence that it was both a David and a man that these bovines went for on both occasions. If I was a man, well known, and called David I’d be nervous now. Think about it:

1. David B-for-Blunkett
Miss out C
2. David D-for-Dimbleby
Miss out E
3. David F-for-Frost

A bullock-pinioned Sir David Frost would continue the politics/political presenter theme these beasts seem to be going for. Watch out, David! That’s my advice, and I can only pray that it is heeded. Heaven knows what the makers of Frost/Nixon would do otherwise. Would there even be a market for Frost/Daisy Moo Cow? They could possibly get Michael Sheen to reprise his role as Frost. Perhaps John Hurt would have the skill to create a cow compelling enough to co-star.

Ultimately I think it would take an uneconomic amount of artistic license to pull off a cinematic cow attack on Sir David Frost that could really engage the contemporary moviegoer; Frost isn’t all that sellable to Hollywood when he’s out of the interviewer’s chair. Maybe if the cow had some connection with the American presidency it might have a chance. That way the filmmakers could have Frost push the cow into divulging some of this information in a seated interview environment. The attack would eventually come when the fraught animal is no longer able to cope with Frost’s incessant, hard hitting and yet terribly nice questions.

Intrigue upon intrigue, the next in line for Bull-hit would be: (Miss out G) 4. David H-for-Hasselhoff.