Men in Silly Trousers

There has recently been a furore over a Scottish golf club refusing to allow women to join as full members in their own right, as a result of which the club has been deselected as an Open venue.  It will be objected, I suppose, that as a private club, Muirhead are entitled to make their own decisions.  Of course they are; but if they want to host a tournament which exists in the modern world, then they must take account of the modern world.  It’d be like asking the Catholic church to host a gay convention – except that oh! as long-time commentator Peter Alliss pointed out, ‘ladies’ are welcome to play – so long as they are married to a male member.  Listening to him talk was like going back 30 years as he putted all the tired, discredited arguments around the hole without actually potting a single one.  I can’t be bothered even enumerating them but you can listen here:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p03vmxk0

and as for his assertion that as a man he wouldn’t be allowed to join the WRVS, he should do his homework.  The WRVS is now the RVS and they DO have men.  So there.

http://www.royalvoluntaryservice.org.uk/?gclid=CIH4nrK968wCFVXNGwodM1MCGQ

Why is golf so far behind other sports in this regard?  Is it because golfers are a bunch of reactionaries in weird trousers?  Surely not!

 

They’re almost as bad as freemasons…

Someone who is not a freemason or a wearer of silly trousers, is the universally loathed Katie Hopkins.  I’ve never felt inclined to discover why it is that everyone hates her so: I think people like her get far too much attention as it is; but I decided to watch her being interviewed by Stacey Dooley.  (The programme has now disappeared from iplayer.)  Since being interviewed by Dooley is like being interrogated by a new-born baby lamb, I was curious as to the upshot; and although Hopkins’ opinions (if a bunch of knee-jerk reactions can be dignified with the term) are utterly repellent, it seemed to me as Dooley nodded and smiled along, that underneath the motor-mouthing, the bluster, the rapid-fire rhetoric, lay a huge swathe of self-doubt.  As an empty vessel makes the most noise, so an empty head talks the most nonsense.

That’s far too much about her; and I hardly want to mention her American counterpart who was allowed to pontificate at excessive length on the ‘Today’ programme:

My limit is about 30 seconds…

And that’s far too much about both of them.  Now let’s have something nice and sensible.

Kirk out