Well, now that the opposing sides have chosen what they will be singing next Wednesday we can concentrate on other important matters. It is a longstanding British tradition that, when someone in the public eye dies, this is quickly greeted by flurry of what are called "sick jokes". Recently people have been telling me that when any human being dies, whatever you think of them, they are deserving of respect and their passing should be observed in good taste taking into account the feelings of the bereaved family. So I looked back at what CBF members had to say about the death of Osama bin Laden. Guess what? Very little sign of respect and no concern at all for the feelings of his family. (Of course, it might be excused that Mr Laden was not a "human being". But this would be a cheap and silly wisecrack and I eshew it). What the thread did have though was an almost instant stream of sick jokes. Now I don't tell sick jokes; in fact I don't tell jokes at all. But there have to some who do. What has happened to them? Surely the hatred of Thatcher hasn't quieted the jocular side? Now that would really be disgraceful.
