13 July, 2010
From the airwaves
I am a creature of the Frozen North and apt to become tetchy whenever temperatures venture boldly into double figures. Consequently, during the thankfully now moderating period of hot weather I spent a lot of time in the wee small hours listening to the BBC World Service in the hope of being bored to sleep.
I cannot vouch on a full cross-my-heart and hope-to-die basis for the following as I was, in fairness, only lending the programme about a third of an ear, but it was during the arts magazine programme The Strand, presented on this occasion by the fragrant Indo-Icelandic Guardian columnist, novellist and all-round superwoman Bidisha Eyjafjallajökull.
Bidisha was interviewing an alleged academic who was telling us, in terms, that complaining about the infuriating and incessant droning of the vuvuzela during the recent World Cup was actually racist, as the vuvuzela represented the democratization of participation by the oppressed poor.
What's that word the Saffers are fond of using? Oh yes...
Eish!
I cannot vouch on a full cross-my-heart and hope-to-die basis for the following as I was, in fairness, only lending the programme about a third of an ear, but it was during the arts magazine programme The Strand, presented on this occasion by the fragrant Indo-Icelandic Guardian columnist, novellist and all-round superwoman Bidisha Eyjafjallajökull.
Bidisha was interviewing an alleged academic who was telling us, in terms, that complaining about the infuriating and incessant droning of the vuvuzela during the recent World Cup was actually racist, as the vuvuzela represented the democratization of participation by the oppressed poor.
What's that word the Saffers are fond of using? Oh yes...
Eish!
# posted by Edwin Greenwood @ 13:47 
