Festive Viewing

I put the Queen's Christmas message on for my mother and watched it with her and it was as dull as ever. "So she isn't abdicating," said Ailz.

The Queen was followed by a humourless Shrek spin-off called Puss in Boots. I left my mother to it. After twenty minutes of animated mayhem she asked, plaintively, of no-one in particular, "Where's the Queen gone?"

I didn't make my mother watch Dr Who but let an hour elapse and caught it on the i-player. I hadn't been thrilled to learn Santa would be appearing but in the event it was all rather cleverly managed. Christmas specials are usually crap and this one wasn't. Apparently Jenna Colman isn't abdicating either. 

Progress By Process Of Attrition

Talking about abdicating...

Mary Dejevsky has a piece in the Indy about how young people are moving into the top jobs in international politics. She's pleased about it. Every generation sees things a little differently from the generation before and new ideas drive out old and progress is made in human affairs by the simple process of wastage and replacement.

She notes from some study or other that young people are more concerned about internet privacy than immigration. Oh yes, please, lets have more of that and less of the other. The fear of the foreigner is so last century. Let's sweep it away with the fag ash and the empties.