A couple of days ago, I got an e-mail from someone saying: “I disagree violently with some of the things you say on your blog, but I usually find it interesting – which is a partial definition of a good blog I suppose.”
I guess so.
A problem arises when there is nothing overwhelmingly interesting to blog about.
Last night, I was at Vivienne and Martin Soan’s always bizarre Pull The Other One comedy club in Peckham. This time, one of the acts was a genuine local choir of 25 people who trooped on stage but did not sing.
In the audience was comedy scriptwriter Mark Kelly.
He told me that, many years ago, when the world was young – well, 1990 – he owned a new-fangled video recorder which included, unusually for the time, single frame advance.
He recorded an episode of the Channel 4 series The Other Side of Jerry Sadowitz in which Jerry, best-known for his controversially offensive stand-up comedy, showed his equally extraordinary skill as a close-up magician. One particular trick Jerry performed was one that Mark Kelly knew about.
Mark knew how the trick was done.
He used the single fame advance on his video recorder to watch it in detail…
“And I still could not see the point at which Jerry pulled the trick,” Mark told me. “I looked at every single frame and I just could not see it. Jerry is that good.”
He is, indeed.
But that is not really enough for a blog.
Saying nice things about people is not good copy.
It is far more interesting to annoy people – which is why I occasionally mention my professional admiration for the late comedian Bernard Manning.
It always gets knee-jerk reactions of annoyance, mostly from people who never saw him perform live.
As ever-reliable Oscar Wilde said, “The only thing worse than being noticed is not being noticed.”
I can but try.
I looked back at what was in my e-diary ten years ago, on 26th November 2001.
I wrote this to a friend:
There’s a load of bollocks talked about the number of Palestinian refugees in camps. The host Arab countries (like Lebanon) tend to bar them from getting proper jobs and living freely where they like, so as to maintain them as an aggrieved, definable entity living in poverty in ghetto-like enclaves which are called ‘camps’ but aren’t at all.
I have walked down the Airport Road in Beirut and seen the Shatila so-called refugee camp where there was a massacre in 1982.
It is not a camp; it is just another brick and stone built part of Beirut with normal houses. It is like saying Golders Green in London is a Jewish refugee camp.
The Palestinian refugees would have been assimilated within any other host countries decades ago without this intentional ghettoising of them by the other Arab countries they fled to.
Some of these Palestinians have been ‘refugees’ since 1948. It really is like saying the Jews who fled from Hitler to Golders Green are ‘refugees’. They WERE refugees in 1936 or 1939, but not now.
It is pushing it a bit to say someone who was born in Lebanon, whose parents and possibly grandparents were born in Lebanon is actually a citizen of Bethlehem (or wherever).
It is a complicated problem, because the people in Lebanon continue to be Palestinians like the Jews in Golders Green continue to be Jews… but being Jewish is an ethnicity and a religion, not a nationality. Are you an Indian although you were born and brought up in Liverpool? I would say you are British of Indian origin but you ain’t an Indian any more than I’m a Fleming from Flanders.
If, however, you and your parents had only been allowed to live in one small area within Southall which contained nothing but ex-pat Indians and you were not allowed to work normally and integrate within the British social or economic system then, of course, it might be another matter.
I blame the neighbouring Arab countries equally with Israel for the problem. The Arab countries have just used the so-called refugees over the decades as political pawns.
I wrote that to a friend in 2001. If I had had a blog then, I would have blogged it.
There are still alleged Palestinian refugee camps in Arab countries.
I blog it now to try to cause random offence.
Though, in causing offence, I am but a lowly beginner at the feet of Jerry Sadowitz, brilliant magician but also still astonishingly offensive comedian.
It is good to try to cause offence but credit where credit is due.
Jewish American comedian Lewis Schaffer’s reaction to this blog was quoted in my blog the following day.