Joke Police.

I was unfriended on Facebook the other day, by a lass I have known for over ten years, and all because of a joke I posted about Jimmy Savile.  Here is the joke in question –

“They have just found Jimmy Savile’s diary.

His last entry was about 10 years old.”

According to the lass who found this “appalling”, I am “laughing at child rape”.  And this from a girl who studied journalism and, presumably, knows a thing or two about the English language.  If you take the time to actually read the joke, you will notice the butt of the joke is the child abuser, not the victim.  I am guessing this nuance is lost on the professionally offended.  Still, never let the facts get in the way of ones self-righteousness, eh?
I find it kind of frightening really that people trained in, and preparing for a career in journalism are prepared to insist on censorship.  I find it unbelievable that the joke is more offensive than the decades of silence by mainstream journalists on the “open secret” that was Jimmy Savile’s alleged fondness for pre-pubescent girls.

In my humble opinion there should be no topics off-limits for comedy.  The topics that are deemed taboo, I suggest, are the very subjects that need broached the most.  Comedy has a long and noble tradition of tackling difficult subjects.  Take Bill Hicks on Iraq, or abortion for instance.   Near the knuckle jokes and comedians, at their best, help test and define boundaries, and consequently help progress or redefine the moral code of society.  It is also informative.  After all, who else, during the last ten or twenty years was informing people about the suspicions about Jimmy Savile?  It certainly wasn’t journalists who were too scared of Savile’s “fame and power” to report on it.  There is always a place for comedy, particularly when the media is such an embarrassing failure.

Is There A Life Coach In The House?

“Life is just one damned thing after another.”  Right now I am minded to agree with those words of the American author, Elbert Hubbard.   And this isn’t just about the spectacular failure of my venture into wildlife cinematography either.  No, as I approach my 40th birthday, I find myself mired in a morass of problems easily avoided or of my own making.  I’m having visions of my supposed mid-life crisis turning into a full-on nervous breakdown.  Which I suppose at least should have positive repercussions for my creativity…

The more I think about it, it occurs to me that for 6/7 months now I have been suffering from a kind of emotional, spiritual, and psychological hangover.  Of course, being a bit of a drama queen, I may be exaggerating a bit.   All I know is that lots of things in my life are going tits up.  Family troubles, bank troubles, Occupy troubles, girl troubles; it’s like one of those perfect storms you read about.  My Mum always says that bad things come in threes, but I think she underestimates it.  Still, I have the therapeutic benefits from my work to buoy me, the knowledge that there are others in far worse predicaments than I, and the hope that tomorrow will be better.  There is also the clear knowledge that the answers to some of my problems lie in my own hands, if I pull my finger out.  Is there a Life Coach in the house?