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Epic, epic Moment of Zen from last night’s Daily Show.

I don’t want to be rude but, really, you have the charisma of a damp rag and the appearance of a low-grade bank clerk and the question I want to ask is: ‘Who are you? I’d never heard of you. Nobody in Europe had ever heard of you.’

Ukip MEP Nigel Farage criticises EU President Herman van Rompuy after his first speech to the EU Parliament.

OK, we know Nigel Farage is an utter twat of a politician, and that his party is wrong on so many points concerning Europe (but is happy to jump on the gravy train and absolutely milk the expenses for personal gain), but it amuses me when sentences start with “I don’t want to be rude, but…”, no matter who says it.

Invariably, something rude follows shortly thereafter, and it’s as if the speaker thinks his first words allow him to say whatever the fuck he wants, no matter how rude.

See also: “With all due respect…”

EDIT: Great comment on the Guardian story, from problemchimp:

who the f**ck is Nigel Farage, We’ve never heard of “him” in Europe. sounds like a small man in a small party looking for attention to please his handful of supporters. so UKIP are in tune with the British people with about 0.5% support? move on!

To what extent are we just little lemmings that they just throw down a track and we’re crash-test dummies? I mean, this is our lives.

This quote earlier in the week from Australian luger Hannah Campbell-Pegg now seems all the more poignant with the news that Georgian competitor Nodar Kumaritashvili has died after a training accident on the track.

Tonight’s opening ceremony has suddenly become secondary news, you have to feel.

Now, there’s nothing I love more than some absolutely rank hypocrisy from those who we elect to govern us. One of the news stories that caught my eye today involved Birmingham City Council making 2,000 workers redundant in an effort to balance the books.

This is despite saying in October last year that only 800 jobs would be lost, and that these would be through natural wastage, not redundancies. Of course, the latest news is that voluntary redundancies will be a big part of the 2,000 jobs to go.

It got me thinking about whether those at the top of Birmingham council are planning to undergo similar financial hardships this year, as a sign of solidarity with their underlings.

A little investigation later, and it turns out that council leader Mike Whitby and his fellow councillors aren’t exactly in step with their comrades.

Last June, Whitby and three other senior councillors awarded themselves an extra £15,000 for attending a few more meetings each year. Previously, attendance at these meetings came with no extra salary.

A mere two weeks ago, Whitby joined the board of the Birmingham Chamber of Commerce, which I’m pretty certain isn’t an unpaid role.

I hate to link to the Taxpayers’ Alliance, despite their well-placed apostrophe, but in June they looked at Chief Executive Stephen Hughes’ pay packet: a whopping £200,000+ per year. This is as a result of an 18.2% pay rise over two years, way, way above the inflation rate. Not exactly a minuscule salary, is it?

To cap it all, the council’s auditors have refused to sign off on the 2008/9 accounts, citing a number of shortfalls in the budget. Most notably, the council claims that their property assets amount to £6.6 billion, whereas the auditors value them at £5.5 billion.

This has lead to a “black hole” in the council’s finances of around £60 million, resulting in the job cuts.

There’s been no statement from either of these senior councillors that they will take any pay cuts or forgo bonuses because of the perilous state of Birmingham’s finances. No doubt they’ll quietly award themselves various bonuses for meeting targets…

I tried putting a Post-It note over the offending part of her anatomy, but that wasn’t good enough apparently.

OK, it’s a bit of a non-story, some manufactured spluttering from the Daily Mail directed towards the BBC, but I loved this quote. Apparently, the director of some antiques TV show wanted a painting moved so as not to show a nipple on screen, even if it’s a centuries-old nipple in oil on canvas, in the background of the shot.

It amused me that the thought of putting a post-it note on it even occurred to the owner of the antiques shop in question. I think all paintings of this ilk need post-it notes for sensitive eyes…

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