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Peter Reynolds

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The Young Apprentice

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"It's not my fault!"

Doesn’t this  programme reveal the real truth about “The (Grown Up) Apprentice”?

All those retarded, celebrity-wannabees who would never have lasted five minutes in a real business were children themselves.  The very idea that any of them had any idea what they were talking about was just a hugely patronising insult to the viewer.  Incidentally, I’m reserving the title “The Adult Apprentice” for a really innovative little idea that’s on my very top shelf.

It’s an indictment of the researchers that work on this sort of lowbrow dross.  They chose the idiot contestants on “The (Grown Up) Apprentice” to fail and to indulge in all sorts of puerile angst and confrontation.  I prefer “The Young Apprentice”.  It’s much more honest, more amusing and entertaining without making the contestants look like idiots.   This is the way I would expect children to behave!

I can’t wait for one of the kids to call him Lord Suralan.   Seems to me he’d make a perfect chairman for the FA, which is just another load of nonsense for spoilt kids.

Anyway, in “The Adult Apprentice” you won’t get fired but you will be punished.

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Invictus

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The Real Thing

This is the new film, directed by Clint Eastwood, about how the South African rugby team, the Springboks, won the Rugby World Cup in 1995 and helped to reunite the country on a wave of patriotism just five years after Mandela was released.  Morgan Freeman is simply mesmerising as Nelson Mandela and Matt Damon is superb as Francois Pienaar, captain of the team.

I’m a complete believer in the idea that international rugby is more important than most things in life so, granted, I was almost certain to enjoy this movie.  I didn’t expect to be quite so emotionally overwhelmed though.  This film is a wonderful, triumphant experience and a lesson in life.  See here for an excerpt.

Invictus bears no resemblance to the anodyne pap that Hollywood has fed us this year.   It is a work of art, a political manifesto and an inspiration to the human soul.  The title comes from William Ernest Henry’s poem of the same name in which Mandela found comfort while in prison:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

If “Up In The Air” is up its own a*** and an insult to its audience;  “Avatar” is an adolescent technogeek’s fantasy, terribly badly realised; “The Hurt Locker” is just another good but not great war movie then “Invictus” is a wonderful, uplifting story that deserves all the praise, all the admiration and all the awards.

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They Still Don’t Get It Do They?

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How the Speaker has the nerve to get up in the House this afternoon and fail to apologise for his own and his colleagues shenanigans is beyond belief.

Michael Martin

Michael Martin

He is, quite clearly, more interested in a police investigation into why details of MPs’ expenses were leaked than he is in the substantive issue itself.

Mr Martin’s reputation is already in tatters.  He failed to protect the confidentiality of Parliament in the Damian Green affair.   Now as the worst blunderer amongst a herd of buffoons, he misses the chance to take the lead where he should be in the very vanguard of restoring the integrity of Parliament.

Why?  Can we have any doubt?  He is more interested in protecting his own vested interests and so he piles disgrace upon disgrace and insult onto injury.

What hope is there when even he fails to understand what needs to be done?