We're pretty much at the arse end of the Sky Sports sexism scandal now, so I feel I can comment without all hell breaking loose again and seeing once respected pundits having their heads put on spikes.
This particular issue is a classic case of having 2 easy to argue sides, thus:
"These clowns are professional broadcasters and shouldn't be seen or heard making comments and/or gestures like that. They make me sick. It's just another example of how men think they can objectify women and treat them like things to be looked at and judged rather than respected"
or
"At the end of the day, we all say stuff like this when in private company. They weren't on air at the time so it's a bit unfair that something they kept between themselves has come back to bite them on their well-upholstered behinds"
Basically, there's no real point arguing the toss with each other because you're bound to fall into one of these categories and you'll be in your cold, cold grave before you reach a satisfactory conclusion on the matter.
Personally, I think it's utterly disgraceful that people still think that way in modern society. I'm not going to pretend that occasionally I see an attractive women and don't think of her in anything other than sexual terms, but I do draw the line at talking about 'smashing it' with my mates. Yes, they were off air, but they were also in a bloody great studio, which tends to be littered with all manner of recording equipment, so it might have been a good idea to keep it to themselves until they were out of earshot.
Richard Keys talked of 'dark forces' at work to oust them, which appears to have been translated into some kind of smear campaign against him and Andy Gray; as if there are people who don't like them and have been recording their myriad indiscretions for the opportunity to hang them out to dry. If that is the case, then they've only got themselves to blame for a) saying the things what incriminated them and b) rubbing people up the wrong way to such an extent that they were smeared in the first place.
Sky's speed to deal with the situation can only be deemed a good thing. Regardless of which side of the fence you sit on on this debate, if they had left them in their jobs it would have set a precedent that this kind of behaviour is tolerated. Then again, these two have been in this position for nearly 20 years now, so maybe Sky used the opportunity to kick them out and bring a bit of fresh, hopefully politically-correct talent into the studio (hopefully with a nice rack)*.
No matter which way you've looked at this issue, however, we can all agree on one thing. That it's a damn shame that it wasn't Jamie Redknapp caught doing it. For he is the crappest pundit there has ever been.
* Only joking. I'm a leg man.
Monday, 31 January 2011
Friday, 7 January 2011
Suing the NHS? Fat chance, son
Oh dear.
Put simply, the former world's fattest man is to launch a legal action against the NHS, because they apparently failed to help him when he went to them for assistance. We're talking about a man who was putting away 20,000 calories a day at one point. That's twenty THOUSAND calories, yet he believes that it's the NHS's fault that he's such a fat wanker.
Apparently he was told when he clocked 30 stone that he should 'ride his bike more'. Now, I'm not a professional dietician, but I would have thought that doing some kind of physical exercise that didn't involve the use of a rag on a stick would have gone some way to helping him lose weight, but instead he decided to carry on scoffing in his pursuit of some kind of macabre world record.
He further claims that he was referred to a dietician instead of an eating disorder specialist which further exacerbated things. You may be surprised to learn that I don't fully buy into this eating disorder caper. I'm not saying that some people don't have issues with food in the same way they might with alcohol, but you'd do well to convince me that this pie-arse had a disorder to the extent that he was using lard as toothpaste (probably not true, but you get the idea). To suggest that his problems are entirely the fault of someone else is ludicrous, but sadly not unique in today's blame culture, where you can walk under a ladder, have a bucket drop on your head and successfully sue the butter-fingered window cleaner, regardless of the number of 'look out - falling buckets' signs you deploy.
Personally, I hope this is taken through the courts, and he is laughed out on his special fat man buggy. He spectacularly fails to spot that he costs the taxpayer an absolute shitload each year (I've seen the price of nappies these days) and although he vows to put any compensation he makes towards anti-obesity campaigns, he had to understand that his condition is pretty much of his own making. I doubt a nurse (scantily-clad or otherwise) paid him regular visits to force feed him 11 pizzas and a Pepparami. Surely when he got to 25 stone he must have thought "Crikey, I'm proper piling it on. Maybe I should think about changing my diet and/or doing some kind of physical activity to shed the pounds. Nah, I'll wait 'til I'm 30 stone then get offended when someone tells me the bleeding obvious"
In conclusion, there is no place for this kind of person in society (almost literally). If he wants to eat himself to death, he can be my guest; it's free country. However, if he thinks I'm paying my taxes to fly a series of WWE wrestlers over to carry his fat arse into the crematorium when the inevitable happens, he's got another think coming.
Put simply, the former world's fattest man is to launch a legal action against the NHS, because they apparently failed to help him when he went to them for assistance. We're talking about a man who was putting away 20,000 calories a day at one point. That's twenty THOUSAND calories, yet he believes that it's the NHS's fault that he's such a fat wanker.
Apparently he was told when he clocked 30 stone that he should 'ride his bike more'. Now, I'm not a professional dietician, but I would have thought that doing some kind of physical exercise that didn't involve the use of a rag on a stick would have gone some way to helping him lose weight, but instead he decided to carry on scoffing in his pursuit of some kind of macabre world record.
He further claims that he was referred to a dietician instead of an eating disorder specialist which further exacerbated things. You may be surprised to learn that I don't fully buy into this eating disorder caper. I'm not saying that some people don't have issues with food in the same way they might with alcohol, but you'd do well to convince me that this pie-arse had a disorder to the extent that he was using lard as toothpaste (probably not true, but you get the idea). To suggest that his problems are entirely the fault of someone else is ludicrous, but sadly not unique in today's blame culture, where you can walk under a ladder, have a bucket drop on your head and successfully sue the butter-fingered window cleaner, regardless of the number of 'look out - falling buckets' signs you deploy.
Personally, I hope this is taken through the courts, and he is laughed out on his special fat man buggy. He spectacularly fails to spot that he costs the taxpayer an absolute shitload each year (I've seen the price of nappies these days) and although he vows to put any compensation he makes towards anti-obesity campaigns, he had to understand that his condition is pretty much of his own making. I doubt a nurse (scantily-clad or otherwise) paid him regular visits to force feed him 11 pizzas and a Pepparami. Surely when he got to 25 stone he must have thought "Crikey, I'm proper piling it on. Maybe I should think about changing my diet and/or doing some kind of physical activity to shed the pounds. Nah, I'll wait 'til I'm 30 stone then get offended when someone tells me the bleeding obvious"
In conclusion, there is no place for this kind of person in society (almost literally). If he wants to eat himself to death, he can be my guest; it's free country. However, if he thinks I'm paying my taxes to fly a series of WWE wrestlers over to carry his fat arse into the crematorium when the inevitable happens, he's got another think coming.
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