T'other week, the non story of a woman putting her neighbour's cat in a bin became not only news but headline news. Well the BBC is obliged to act in accordance with the principles of balance and inpartiality so it was only a matter of time before the delivery of some canine counter programming.
As if the rest of the world didn't already have a surfeit of reasons to look down upon the English, this weekend's top news is that primary school kids in Maidstone Kent will be reading to dogs.... Yes, public service investment has been pulled back to the extent that Local Education Authorities are now looking further down the species list to recruit teaching staff… It's political correctness gone barking mad I tells ya. No doubt The BNP will be attempting to win support by insisting that only old English sheepdogs and "indigenous" breeds are considered for the post - "British classes for British dogs."
TBH, giving children a passive, non-judgemental - and above all, cuddly –audience over which they have both perceived and actual intellectual superiority sounds like a good idea. It’s a relatively cheap and simple way to help to boost public speaking skills and general self-esteem levels. Let’s not forget how plenty adults routinely talk to their imaginery friend who they not only believe to be real, omniscient and omnipotent but also with nothing better to do with such omniscient omnipotence than listen to their whiney little problems.
Here's an excuse for a few dog-related vids to blow your woofers.
If you like your orange squash with a twist of casual racism, you'll love Kiora. The crows from Dumbo are back and now they've got some basketballin, jive talkin buddies.
This song is the Adam & Eve of Westcoast hip hop - it's certainly 99.5% the DNA of everything Paris has released since 1992.
Apparently all the other rappers in the known universe were busy that day so George Clinton had no other choice but to call on professional Mumra impersonator Coolio to ride this remix.
Where your dogs at? Well if you weren't so (reportedly) cranked up on crack, steroids and fraudulently obtained prescription narcotics, you'd know that they're all locked in your kid's bedroom - apart from the one dismembered, incinerated carcass you buried in the back yard.
Well I don't think hell is funny - I have it on good authority that it is "hot" and "dark." Nonetheless, Aries Spears is/was like the Rory Bremner of hip hop.
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