Oscars and Doorstops
I didn’t watch the Oscar Luvvie-fest.
The only passing interest is to find a decent film to “borrow”. I had already seen or didn’t want to see all the nominations so I could skip all the endless predictable cringeworthy speeches. However the bash inevitably featured on the news the following evening.
I could have predicted that winners would be chosen not for talent but because there had to be a “politically inclusive” bunch of winners. The only surprise was Anthony Hopkins winning over some black bloke who’s dead. I would have thought that black and dead were dead certs [pun intended?] but for once, talent won out.
Naturally there was a huge fuss over some “woman of colour” who won something and it was a first and a great day for the entire world. No doubt children of future generations will be taught about this earth shattering event? But surely the very act of describing her as a “woman of colour” was discriminatory? They didn’t describe anyone else as being a “person of non-colour” so they are deliberately segregating her race? If I were her I would scream blue murder over that. It’s racist and discriminatory.
There are apocryphal tales of what people do with their Oscars trophies. The general consensus seems to be that they make great door stops. Now coincidentally I needed something to prop open a door here, but I don’t have an Oscar. What I do have is an “award” I received many years ago on completing 25 years service in RTE. It’s bronze and really fucking heavy and is ideal as a doorstop. It works brilliantly.
Any twat can win an Oscar but it takes incredible courage and fortitude to last 25 years in RTE.
I’m quite proud of it, when it isn’t holding the bathroom door open.
We have no trophies in our humble abode. If we need to keep a door open and it won't cooperate, I take it off the hinges and it goes to the garage.
That sounds a little drastic, but I can see how it might work. Neat.
I see it as one step closer to an open floor plan.
I once had dinner with a friend in Co Galway who had invited Joe Pilkington along. Pilkington had a house out in Connemara which he said he wasn't very good at cleaning. He told us how Brenda Fricker had called with him and had been concerned at the state of the place. He said he was the only person in the world who had an Oscar winner clean his microwave.
Compared with having Joe Pilkington as a friend, I would imagine other Oscar winners have fairly dull existences.
I never met Joe but I was great friends with Joe's brother Peter. We met when we worked in Cheddar in the summer of '68.
That's him after the devastating floods that summer
I stopped looking into the Oscars when I couldn't recognize any of the so-called "stars". Okay, to be truthful about it, I never actually watched the Oscars at all.