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    Richard88
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    ‘in other words….BORING.’

    The mere words ‘John Major’ or ‘Gordon Brown’ could start to make me feel sleepy and they were all the better (compared to the current crop at least) for it.

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    IanDavies
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    Exactly – I’m not a Conservative voter and I don’t agree with John Major’s politics, but I never once doubted his honesty and integrity.

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    gamble
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    What’s your shoe size Sir ?

    Well, funny you should ask that ?

    Why ? This is a shoe shop – we are in the business of fitting and selling shoes.

    Well, strangely enough my feet are made of clay !

    Really ?

    Yes !

    And ?

    Well the size of them may vary.

    Why is that Sir ?

    Well, it’s a little bit complicated but on a really hot day – I could fit into a size twelve boot.

    Understood !

    Yes but on a cold day my feet would suit an eight and a half.

    I don’t think Clarks can really help you Sir !

    Not even a pair of sandals ?

    I see where you’re coming from !

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    Cork All Star
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    “Agree Larkin is a great.”

    I suppose it was inevitable but poor old Larkin has been dropped from the GCSE syllabus. No doubt his unpleasant views have done for him.

    He is joined by Keats (no loss – I could never stand him), Hardy, Heaney, Owen and Sassoon.

    Their replacements are mostly non white, disabled or LGBTQ.

    Now before anyone jumps on me: I am not saying the replacement authors should not be read. But what is wrong with reading the authors who are being dropped as well?

    The omission of Owen and Sassoon is rather puzzling. Both gay and anti-war. I would have thought that would meet with the educational establishment’s approval.

    Heaney was Irish and no fan of the British (“my passport’s green”). I would have thought that would give him a free pass! He was also an unquestionably great writer – a winner of the Nobel Prize.

    Hardy (a great influence on Larkin) was one of the most distinctive voices in English literature. A literary education without any exposure to his work is no education at all.

    I might not have discovered my love of some of these authors without school. By removing them, are we not depriving children of an important part of our history and culture?

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    clivexx
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    I saw that Cork. Im not the greatest reader of that area of prose but removing Larkin?

    What next? Shakespeare to be replaced by the (anti semitic) sally Rooney?

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    homersimpson
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    I thought you’d like Mr Bean Ian. There’s no or very little dialogue so can watch on mute :good:

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    homersimpson
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    “Exactly – I’m not a Conservative voter and I don’t agree with John Major’s politics, but I never once doubted his honesty and integrity.”

    He wasn’t honest when he was sh*gging Edwina.

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    IanDavies
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    “I thought you’d like Mr Bean Ian. There’s no or very little dialogue so can watch on mute”

    Unfortunately I flatter myself I have at least one functioning brain cell, Homer, and the critical faculty contained therein precludes the possibility of me liking Mr Bean.

    It’s not exactly “City Lights” with Charlie Chaplin material.

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    IanDavies
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    “He wasn’t honest when he was sh*gging Edwina.”

    That just made me doubt his eyesight.

    That said my taste in women in politics is utterly deplorable.

    I quite liked Jayda Franzen.

    Mind you, I wasn’t alone – I once got the impression the BBC’s Nick Robinson quite liked her too.

    His selfie with Britain’s most right wing racist female caused quite a stir at the time.

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    Colin Phillips
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    Recent review in the Guardian.

    Man vs Bee review – Rowan Atkinson channels Bean and Baldrick in his new slapstick sitcom
    The actor is at his comic best as an accident-prone housesitter who goes on a rage spree and destroys a high-tech home in an epic battle

    Man vs Bee.
    What did he think would happen? … Man vs Bee. Photograph: Netflix
    Stuart Jeffries
    Stuart Jeffries
    Fri 24 Jun 2022 09.00 BST
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    Rowan Atkinson’s latest comedy bristles with life lessons. You cannot hope to trap a bee in a grand piano. Bees, as we know, are already endangered, so don’t microwave them.

    Should you find yourself in a mercy dash to the vet with a comatose dog, don’t get distracted and remove your shoe to swat a bee inside the car. If you have managed to destroy a Mondrian while trying to hammer a bee, repainting the red patch with tomato sauce won’t fool anyone; same goes for using old CDs and triangles you’ve cut from roller blinds to restore a Kandinsky mobile you hit with a tennis racket.

    Man vs Bee (Netflix) replaces Nicolas Cage’s The Wicker Man retool as my favourite bee comedy. You remember what happened at the end of that movie? Nic, allergic to bees, has his head shoved into a portable beehive. “No, not the bees!” he screams. “Not the bees! Aaaaghhh!” I was still laughing about that days later. Atkinson, by contrast, is intentionally funny in all nine episodes of this sitcom.

    Atkinson, with his writer Will Davies and director David Kerr, realise that comedy is not tragedy plus time, but stuff plus idiot. Man vs Bee could just as readily have been called Man vs Himself or Man vs House. Atkinson plays Trevor, a man fired from Asda after an altercation with a trolley and from an office after winding up on the losing side of a battle with a shredder. His wife has divorced him and his daughter yearns, perhaps futilely, for daddy-daughter bonding on a camping trip to the Isle of Wight (proving that strangeness runs in the family).

    Trevor is not the go-to guy to look after a house with voice-activated security systems and a manual so thick that, rather than a tennis racket, it should have been the weapon chosen for a protracted bee smackdown.

    Another cunning plan unravels … Rowan Atkinson in Man vs Bee.
    Another cunning plan unravels … Rowan Atkinson in Man vs Bee. Photograph: Netflix
    Julian Rhind-Tutt and Jing Lusi literally phone in their heroically grotesque performances as appalling holidaying homeowners who chillax poolside in monogrammed espadrilles, calling the man they’ve stupidly entrusted their pad to in order to find out if their assets – an E-type Jag, priceless artworks, Cupcake the dog – are still intact. Meanwhile, their pristine house ends up destroyed in a rage spree with flamethrowers. Bee, naturally, isn’t so much as singed.

    I’ve always felt, I now realise wrongly, that Atkinson’s best comedy was verbal and that Mr Bean and Johnny English were chiefly of interest to the lucrative dimwit demographic. What I should have appreciated is the continuity of Atkinson’s oeuvre. Blackadder’s violent nihilism (“Baldrick, believe me, eternity in the company of Beelzebub and all his hellish instruments of death will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me – and THIS pencil”) is replicated here. So is the man-out-of-time vibe of Atkinson’s Inspector Fowler from A Thin Blue Line (“Appearances, as we shall see, are like bus timetables: often highly misleading”). That said, there is one vital change: here, Atkinson has become Baldrick.

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    When he gets bitten while stuck in a dog flap in the middle of a bee chase while wearing a magnetic collar for reasons that make no sense, he looks surprised – as if his cunning plan has unravelled. But, really, what did he think would happen?

    I’d have given this series five stars but for two things. First, the bee is woefully undercharacterised. What is its motivation? Are we to take seriously the implicit claim that male bees, ousted from their hives, are homeless and friendless and so this one is just seeking shelter and company? If so, why does it torment Trevor?

    The only explanation that makes sense is that it is furious about the continuing lack of bee representation in entertainment. Think about it. Jerry Seinfeld played the titular insect in Bee Movie; the Simpsons’ Bumblebee Man was a human mutant who set bee liberation back decades. You can’t be what you can’t see, especially if you’re a bee.

    Second, product placement is unremitting. For instance, all the preposterous house’s state-of-the art gizmos are supplied by that German electronics company whose name sounds like the French word for honey. I’d like to believe that’s some cute bee-related gag – but it seems unlikely.

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