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:

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.

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