September 1st, 2008


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Firstly, gakked from ninebelowa wonderful amalgam of Harry Potter and Nigel Molesworth for those of us who grew up on the latter.


As for Sarah Palin, it was entirely wrong of Kos (edit. of anonymous posters to Kos) to assert anything about the parentage of her youngest child without copper-bottomed proof, far better than a few photos of Palin looking quite trim when (presumably) pregnant. (It was wrong because it is wrong to risk without being absolutely certain of your facts any charge that the Republican media machine can represent as sexist, however hypocritically or illegitimately.)

This is especially so when one notes that in any case, Sarah Palin is not only a liar in the sense that most Republicans elected to high office are liars, but a proven liar in the matter of the constructive dismissal of the man who did not fire her brother-in-law. Once we know that she is a liar, and a proven liar, particular instances of her lies do not render her any less unfit for the Vice-Presidency - according to the standards whereby a President was recently impeached.

However, if her reaction to going into premature labour was to get on a plane and fly for eight hours, and then drive to a favoured hospital some considerable way from the airport where she disembarked, it is legitimate to note that most right-to-lifers take a rather more robust attitude towards reckless endangerment of fetuses at the point when they are about to become babies. We have been told at great length that she knew that her son had Downs Syndrome, and, at the point when her waters started to break, that he was being born a month or so prematurely - we are also told that the reason for risking his and her health by flying home to Alaska was to ensure that he not be born in another state -surely a frivolous reason given that other right-to-lifers have prosecuted women for taking drink or drugs when pregnant, or at least argued for this.

I don't think that it is in any way wrong to hold Sarah Palin accountable to the same level of standards to which she would hold other people.

Damn damn damn damn damn

It's quite hard to explain why Ken Campbell was so much loved by everyone who ever saw him perform, or met him, two things which were pretty much the same. But first, for those who never did, a momentary pause for an introduction to the sly suburban lunacy of the man:

So, OK, I only saw one of the great Ken productions - his version of Hitchhiker - and I never got round to his version of Illuminatus! or his 22-hour The Warp, but I got told about them in hushed tones by various critics and actors who saw them or were in them or both. I found myself sharing panels at sf cons with the man a couple of times, which was weird and scary because you knew that anything you might say would be taken down and used in evidence for the surreal nature of the universe. At one con, I had to sing the Star War's Theme and I caught Ken looking at me, in a considered fashion.

Seeing him on stage - or hearing him on the radio doing his talk about pidgin - was only part of it, is the point. Once, after al fresco sex with my then lover in Finsbury Park - the park itself, not just the district - I had kissed her and put her on the bus, and then went for a post-coital bacon sandwich in a local greasy spoon. And found myself having breakfast with Ken, who talked about more things in half an hour than I do in a long weekend. He was intelligent and funny and incredibly talented.

And is dead at 66 having done more than most of us.

He once walked up to me, and said 'Your comic timing's not bad at all' and then paused, and then walked away. One of the five nicest things ever said to me.