Acronyms Routinely Scattered Everywhere

I was delighted last week to read that broadcasters and the news media are to stop using the term BAME.

It’s a ridiculous, lazy acronym that does the exact opposite of what it’s supposed to do.

I remember when acronyms actually meant something – UNICEF, UNESCO, The Man From UNCLE…

The initials BAME are meaningless generalisations that, rather than acknowledge heritage, instead box people into a downright offensive “not white” category.

Adding the word “community” to it makes matters even worse. BAME community? There’s no such thing.

If I was lumped into a Not BAME community I would be uttering two single syllable words ending in That! And the first word wouldn’t be Take.

There’s so much hypocrisy in the “woke” world where there’s a knee-jerk reaction to things said decades ago with no understanding of the context of the times or how someone may have adapted and grown over the intervening years.

In the hands of the pc police the word inclusion becomes just another excuse for pigeon-holing and setting apart.

Customs, beliefs or even lifestyles may differ but grouping people with acronyms to satisfy a senseless desire to categorise is Total Idiots Trying To Influence Every Situation.

What if someone was BAMELGBTQ+57 Heinz varieties divided by pi? The acronym would be bigger than the box they were trying to cram the poor devil into!

Dense And Foolishly Trite.

We’re all just people, and while I am not what you would call a “people” person, it’s the acceptance of that simple fact which is the key to inclusion. It’s the only thing that matters. Anything else is separatist and Completely Random Acronym Procrastination.

Or is it just a Foolish Attempt To Show Off?

Sign me up to that one.

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It’s been so long since something tickled my funny bone that I had quite forgotten the glorious rush of an uncontrollable belly laugh – the real hold your sides thinking you might just die any second kind of hilarity where you lose all control of mind and body.

But it happened three times in as many days over the weekend.

The first two were on Gogglebox. One item about people having their dead pets stuffed. (watch it, but I warn you when the dead cat is taken out of the box you’ll need an empty bladder because it’s comedy gold) and minutes later a comment from Sophie Sandiford who had been reading about a man with a Second World War artillery shell stuck up his rectum – the excuse being that he tripped up in a field and fell on it.

It reminded me of covering a magistrate’s court in the late 1980s when a man claimed he had gone for a jimmy riddle in a farmer;s field and a sheep had backed onto him in the dark.

Then, into the early hours of Sunday, while channel hopping I happened upon Frank Skinner – Man In A Suit, from 2014, which at the time was his first stand up tour for six years.

It was so refreshing to watch a comedian unapologetically and uncompromisingly dish out the sort of outrageous observations that today would have the woke squad grabbing their torches and pitchforks to run the beast out of town.

An absolute masterclass in DGAF comedy without one iota of malice. We need a revival of that fearlessness..

Stupid TV quiz answer of the week

Tipping Point, of course.

Q: Which pioneering brothers in aviation are celebrated in the US on December 17 each year?

A: The Marx Brothers?

Edward Case

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