Two things have struck me today - both of them on TV this evening. They involve the two men illustrated here. The guy on the left you might not recognise - he's called Daz Sampson. Tonight he was selected for the campest competition in the universe. He will sing (or rather talk through) Britain's entry in the Eurovision Song Contest. This is taken incredibly seriously elsewhere in Europe but in the UK is a bit of a joke - largely because we are never going to win until global warming become so severe that London will disappear under 30 feet of water. If we had a chance of winning we'd take it seriously - but until that day's dawning we'll continue to select the bizarre. Like Mr Sampson - a white rapper(???!!!) surrounded by women dressed as schoolgirls. As Terry Wogan said 'What will they make of that in the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia?'The second TV programme featured Tony Blair. Now I'm both uneasy and slightly queasy when politicians parade their faith in public. We British don't talk of such things. Anyone parading their religion is seen as either eccentric or downright mad. Certainly anyone striking up a conversation with you casually on a train about religion will result in clearing the entire carriage very rapidly. A Prime Minister who believes that God (rather than the electorate) will judge him will certainly be viewed extremely sceptically. Until we got to that point Tony's interview with Parkinson was going pretty well. Nice chat about music, acting, Bill Clinton, early childhood inflences, and then bam - car crash TV - is he really saying this. Ah well, he's retiring soon - perhaps a monastery beckons.
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