Councillors:
A form of decorative finishing unique to Bristol’s Council House. See also Politicians.
Councillors:
A form of decorative finishing unique to Bristol’s Council House. See also Politicians.
by A Reader
“Bradshawing”
Basic, simplistic and ineffective political spin in which you attempt to blame the opposition for the consequences of your own policies through endless repetition. As in: “the Labour leadership are Bradshawing the Tories over public sector cuts at the moment.”
“Cookie”
The new EU designated metric unit of measurement for pomposity derived from Simon Cook, the theatrical Deputy Leader of the Lib Dems. For example: “Did you read that four Cookie column from George Ferguson in the Evening Post this weekend?”
Replaces the imperial measure “The Abraham”. There are approx 0.82 Cookies to the Abraham.
“McCarthytron™”
The bestselling mass market tool from the Labour Movement Robotics Corp. This small mechanical unit, designed to run one simple, repetitive interchangeable pre-programmed script at a time, is noted for its speedy and user-friendly reprogramming interface; for its high levels of reliability and for its sophisticated failsafe loyalty mechanism. The recent 2.0 models are fully compatible with Twitter, Blogger and most other social media formats.
“Quaifing (aka the Rees-Quaife Technique)”
Friendly, informal, unthreatening and utterly pointless style of political interviewing perfected on Ujima 98fm’s ‘Back of the envelope’ Sunday morning show now being implemented across all Bristol’s news media. Delivered in suitably deferential tones to local politicians and bigwigs – who preferably are a good friend or your boss – the technique involves pat-ball questions and the absolute avoidance of anything controversial, challenging or difficult. Can be contrasted to the “rotweiller” styles of popular and skilled political interviewers such as Paxman and John Humphrys.
For example: “Did you see that recent Quaifing of Jan Ormonroyd in Venue? Rubbish wasn’t it?”
“The Clark-Choudhury Charade Game”
A complicated, complex but nevertheless highly entertaining game of east(o)n origin often played outside polling stations and election counts.
The basic format is simple. In the preliminary stages the competitors simply jot down random numbers on pieces of paper/notebooks etc. The key stage begins when one of the participants must temporarily exit the arena leaving their papers/notebook in the care of their competitor(s).
On their return the papers/notebook will have “disappeared” and then the charades begin in earnest. Points are awarded for the most implausible denial, the most over-the-top reaction, the most unlikely threat, the intervention of law enforcement officers and/or electoral officers etc. Bonus points can also be achieved by involving non-players in the game.
Although deceptively simple, the complexity of the game becomes apparent when it is realised that each competitor plays to their own rules. However, this is counteracted by the fact that none of the competitors have any intention of playing within any rules whatsoever.
In the end, regardless of what happens during the game, the result is always the same. All competitors are shafted by being Kielyed.
“The Vision of Kent”
A politico-religious, probably hysterical, event believed to be the result of the alleged tendency of some Hartcliffe residents to grow large numbers of cannabis plants while being unfamiliar with the concept of politicians existing outside election campaigns. The phenomenon was reported in the months leading up to 4 May 2006 when some residents on the estate reported that they had seen Kent from their doorstep. Despite none of the individuals being able to repeat this miraculous sighting since the 4 May 2006, they remain insistent that this was the case.
UPDATE: Strangely enough, in the months leading up to the 3 May 2007, an even more ridiculous claim was made by some Hartcliffe residents that they had seen Holland from their doorstep. The phenomenon has been investigated by academics from Bristol University but there have been no further incidents of people claiming to be able to see either Kent or Holland from the doorsteps of Hartcliffe.
COMING SOON: The Bristol Blogger’s Glossary of Bristol City Council terms – the jargonbuster you’ve all been waiting for!
Cancer editor Mike Norton says in today’s paper:
I was dragged around [Bristol] museum more times than I care to remember. The building and its artifacts are now part of my psyche. My dad loved the place.
This explains a lot doesn’t it?
EXCLUSIVE!!!
Councillor Simon Cook, Grand Vizier of Pomp, Culture and Lib Demmery at Bristol City Council spoke to the Observer’s Tim Adams yesterday and The Blogger has obtained the original interview transcript before the Observer’s subs got at it:
“Twenty years ago, when he lived in Bristol, we looked on him as a vandal,” Cook suggests, “but when he cleared off to London and started turning up in the pages of the Guardian and the Sunday supplements we thought shit! This boy’s gold dust and that what he was doing was not just mindless but a very creative kind of street art.”
Photo from www.bristol-street-art.co.uk
Popped into the Banksy exhibition in the lunch hour. Not time to see much. There was a huge queue to get in to see the paintings so just saw the animatronics and the ice cream van and statues in the foyer really.
Personally, I was most impressed by the installation on the street outside the museum.
Banksy’s witty take on a lonely and deserted Socialist Workers Party stall, set up on an authentic old wallpaper trestle table on the street, was perfectly realised even down to the shambolic social worker who looked like he had taken the day off work especially to run the stall.
The arch recreations of retro communist agit-prop newspapers and pamphlets available from the stall, promoting a hilariously vacuous brand of obviously made-up, unworkable and outdated radical politics, were brilliantly executed too.
A subtle and wittily judged statement about the left this from Banksy. A rare masterclass in political irony …
by A Reader
“The Popham Method”
A cunning encoding system designed to convert plain text into undecipherable gobbledegook. Sir Winston Churchill is quoted as saying "Bletchley Park did OK, but Enigma was child-plays really. If the Nazi's had used The Popham Method we would have been buggered" (Biography of Winston Churchill as edited by Nigel Farage).
“Jon Rogers Syndrome”
A virulent disease that afflicts individuals with an ecological leaning causing them to break out in small yellow rosettes. Largely confined to one area of the city of Bristol where it has affected up to 2,000 individuals. The World Health Organisation predicts that, although some of those infected will suffer long-term effects, many more will be cured in two years by the administration of a natural antidote based on the milk of the coconut.
“Hopkinsesque”
A relatively little-studied effect that appears to contravene the laws of physics. It involves the creation of large amounts of noise utilising vast quantities of facts and figures to little or no effect. Often impressive and can be frightening to small children, dogs, and pizza-delivery boys. Scientists have speculated that its Northern origin may indicate a relationship with the Aurora Borealis which similarly appears very impressive but has very little effect. Latin Garulous Boresurall.
“Holland”
Very flat, depressed, once at the forefront of political events now increasingly sinking into obscurity. A finger in the dyke gag does not appear here as it contravenes Labour equalities policies.
“Hammonded”
Derives from “hammered” – completely beaten, driven off, humiliated.
“Kielyed”
Used to described residents of Easton. Similar to the expression “to have the wool pulled over one’s eyes” but with greater emphasis, being clsoely related to the maritime punishment of being keelhauled. Now commonly heard by Easton residents when other Bristolians find out where they are from. Example: “You’re from Easton? You guys were really kielyed weren’t you?”
“Bolton”
Wanderer. As in “I wandered lonely as a cloud”. Admired for ability to make much of limited resources and occasionally causes upset but usually found wandering aimlessly outside any competitive arena talking about root vegetable production.
“Eddy” (Bristol version)
A local phenomenon – where elsewhere an eddy is a dynamic substance that generates activity by using reverse currents gained from fluid working past obstacles. The Bristol eddy is a non-dynamic jelly with no real substance that merely bumps ignorantly into working class obstacles with no ability to reverse current opinion without the assistance of external more labourous forces.
“Janke”
As in “Janke you, I’m not sure if I deserve that but I will take it anyway”. A previously obscure form of gratitude specifically used when you receive something that you personally have made little effort to obtain. For example, leadership of the council of a major British city.
Confirmation – as if we really needed it – that Red Trousered architect, George Ferguson, is an utterly deluded egomaniac and public school twit of the very highest order.
Wondering who was the – ahem – architect of the Lib Dems recent election victory? Why look no further for the answer than ol’ Red Trousers weekly self-serving, pompous ramble in the Evening Cancer – By George!
the seeds for Bristol’s Liberal Democrat victory could said to have been sown in 1973 when I was surprisingly elected, with two others, as a Liberal Councillor for Cabot Ward
Yes that’s absolutely right. The sensational election of liberal George to Bristol City Council, undoubtedly an event of earth shattering world historical importance, just 36 years ago was directly responsible for the Lib Dems obtaining a majority in the Council House last week.
Who could possibly argue with such an objective analysis? Any more than you can argue with George’s claim that his little bar and theatre in Southville transformed the mean, dangerous streets of south Bristol overnight into a tranquil oasis of urban middle class living?
Just like he’s going to turn that sleepy, unused, unknown backwater, The Bristol and Bath Railway Path, into a world class cycling facility by building a tower block on it. Truly remarkable isn’t he?
Next week in By George! The day I wrote Blue Lines in 1988 and what I taught Banksy about art.
In case you haven’t heard yet, there’s a Banksy exhibition – sorry, audacious stunt™ – at the City Museum and Art Gallery called Banksy v Bristol Museum for the next three months.
But in further exciting art news, The Bristol Blogger is pleased to announce his own summer exhibition will be arriving shortly.
Entitled The Bristol Blogger vs Bristol City Council, it will consist of Lib Dem Culture boss, Simon Cook’s and Post Editor Mike Norton’s freshly wetted underpants flown at half mast from the Council House’s flagpole, which will also have a sign nailed to it saying ‘WORKERS OF BRISTOL PAY UP. WE NEED A NEW CARPET‘.
It’s my vision of the future by the way.
Grabbed a bite to eat at the Spyglass this evening after work.
What with all this publicity recently about restaurants adding service charges to our bills and then using it pay their staffs’ basic crappy wages, we thought we’d check with the waitress that the charge from this wannabe “Bristol institution” went directly to staff on top of their wages.
“Er, no,” eventually came an embarrassed reply from the waitress.
We told her to deduct their 10% management scam service charge from the bill and gave her a fiver when we left.
What a bunch of fucking con artists.
Slight delay on the Labour Alderman Robin Moss front I’m afraid.
An insider who knew Moss from Easton Community Centre will be posting “as soon as I’ve managed to dream up some decent insults.”
“It’s quite hard to come up with terms that do justice to Moss and the crowd of grasping fucking idiots, idle bastards and arse covering twats I had to put up with,” they say.
“But for starters how about ‘spastic crowd of Labour Party cunt stains’? What do you think?”
The Blogger’s newswires and phone lines have been alive today after the unwelcome internet reappearance of certifiable nutjob former Labour councillor for Easton, Robin Moss.
The Blogger just needs to return a couple of phone calls from some deeply pissed off and angry people; check a few files collecting dust on the shelves and then double check a few facts on the internet before happily imparting – in extremely gory, colourful detail – a lot of fascinating information about this sleazy little internet stalker weirdo and his dodgy little ways with our money.
However, the Blogger has also had contact from a number of people who strongly feel that these events, related to Easton Community Centre, which happened over five years ago now, are best left where they belong in the past in order that the various participants can continue to quietly move on as they’ve successfully done for some time now.
Therefore, in the circumstances, the Blogger openly invites this Alderman to understand the meaning of the word honour in his title of ‘Honorary Alderman’ and demonstrate the kind of integrity that should go along with any role in the public life of this city and unreservedly withdraw and apologise for any remarks he might have publicly made over the last week or so that involve participants in events at Easton Community Centre way back when.
The choice is his. He’s got 48 hours. Then it’s open season …