Yesterday’s shenanigans over David Cameron using the word “twat” on radio (See Is the T-word offensive? on the BBC Magazine site) will not do great or lasting harm to him or the Conservatives, nor will many people have been truly offended by his words (although trying to pretend he didn’t know what it meant is lame in the extreme).
The event though does illustrate 3 things :
1. David Cameron is vulnerable to silly gaffes, and the press are just as happy to pounce on them as they are on silly gaffes by Labour. We could have a whole dissection of the rights and wrongs of the press doing that – but at the moment I’m quite happy to see DC having a bad day for a change.
2. When my 14 year old son got wind of this story his instant comment was “He just doesn’t get it does he ?” – Get what ? you may ask – Twitter is the answer. He really doesn’t understand what it’s about and why it’s important, and it really is !
May be not Twitter per se – but the whole interactive nature of new technologies, and the way that young people, old people and, well – just people – communicate with each other, and in a whole range of ways that they never did before.
This is something that political parties can not afford to miss out on. There are people in his party that know this. It surprises me that he was so dismissive of it.
3. David Cameron doesn’t understand that trying to look cool, can sometimes look the exact opposite. What on earth was he thinking of – “Getting down wit da Yoof ” ?
He had all the uber-cool of William “Billy the Pop” Hague in his baseball cap trying to convince people that he used to drink 10 pints a day when he worked on the brewery lorry.
Which I find refreshing !
I wouldn’t normally stoop to such low tactics as putting silly captions on photos – but hey we’ve got to have some fun sometimes.
My title by the way is an extract from John Cooper Clarke’s poem I don’t want to be nice :
“I don’t want to be nice
I think it’s clever to swear
Better seek some sound advice
Better look elsewhere”
John Cooper Clarke of course is also the author of another poem : “Twat”
The worst lyrics to a song ? Well this is my entry – do you know of one better ?
It’s Summer and the weather’s not too good – we’ve got to have some fun somewhere haven’t we ?
(This was from William Bell in 1968 when it reached 86 in the US top 100 – lyrics by Bell and Booker T Jones)
Listen, people, listen
I`m gonna sing you a song
About a man who lived good
But didn`t live too long
He was born in Macon, Georgia
A poor boy without a dime
He found his way to Memphis
Singing These Arms Of Mine
Otis, Otis Redding was his name
Without his soulful singing
This old world won`t be the same
Now he traveled on to Frisco
New York and abroad
Everywhere he sang
The people would applaud
One day he left Georgia
But he didn`t get to sing that night
The plane he was in went down
He was a soul music singer
The king of the Memphis sound
It makes me feel so sad
Cause now he ain`t around
He died with his guitar
Close to his hands
But his soul lives on today
In the heart of a million fans
Otis, Otis Redding was his name
His picture oughta be hung
In the music hall of fame
Otis, he was known as Big O
Otis, we gonna miss him so
Otis, ooh, yeah,
We gonna miss him so