A Sense of Malaise

Times change.  It occurred to me the other day that, once upon a time, I'd have been all over the coverage of the Artemis II moon mission.  I mean, I go way back with this stuff - when I was a child the Apollo missions dominated the news and fascinated us all.  I remember the anxious days and hours of the Apollo 13 mission, when there was a very real chance that they wouldn't make it back - the world held its breath.  I remember at primary school, (or infant school, as it was then called), classes being suspended and the entire school ushered into the main assembly hall, so that we could see the live coverage of a moon landing, (I can't recall whether it was Apollo 12 or Apollo 14 - I suspect the latter).  I was captivated by it all.  A captivation that lasted into adulthood.  Until, it seems, now.  I have to admit that I've barely given a glance to the Artemis II coverage.  Has my 'sense of wonder' regarding space exploration finally faded?  Or is it just that there have been too many distractions - from bereavements to Trump's war in Iran, (actually, let's be honest, even if he isn't waging illegal wars, anything that madman does is guaranteed to distract the entire world from more constructive avenues of activity - it is so bloody exhausting), there have been too many things competing for my attention of late.  More than anything, though, I just don't seem to have the motivation to do anything or get interested in anything much at the moment.  I know it's just part of the fall out from my recent bereavement.  Hopefully, when everything surrounding it is finally done and dusted, I'll be able to move on.

Anyway, all of this is probably the reason why my posts here have, of late, become more introspective than usual, as I try to figure out where I go next.  I seem to be at one of those proverbial crossroads that characters in films find themselves at and agonise over which route to take.  It occurs to me that recent developments have left me with little in the way of family ties to hold me here, where I've lived most of my life.  I could pretty much up and move wherever I liked, without any feelings of guilt about neglecting close and ailing relatives.  I seem to have drifted away from those friends I might have wanted to maintain relationships with - I've tried rekindling some of them, but received no indication that they wanted to do the same thing.  All of which is fine - we all move on in our lives, our circumstances change and old relationships inevitably fall by the wayside.  So, without any real ties here in Crapchester, I could just up and leave.  Go somewhere else.  Start again.  Except that, for the life of me, I cannot, right now, think of any place I'd want up sticks and go to, lock, stock and barrel.  It's like the scene at the end of the seventies TV adaptation of Joseph Wambaugh's The Blue Knight, when the shoeshine guy remarks to William Holden that he'd heard he was retiring from the LAPD and leaving the city, Holden simply replies: 'Where would I go?  What would I do?'.   But maybe that's all part of the grieving process, too, just another part of the general malaise and lack of motivation currently afflicting me.  So, for the time being, I'll be staying put.  But I know that, once everything else is settled, I'm going to have to revisit this idea.  I'll try and find something less introspective to post about tomorrow...   

Death Screams (1982)

Death Screams (1982), part of the cycle of slasher movies that followed the success of Halloween (1978) and Friday the 13th (1980), certainly gets off to a brisk start, with a pair of young lovers gorily murdered by an unseen assailant before even the opening titles have rolled.  Unfortunately, we then have to wait to virtually the end of the film before we get any more slasher action.  The rest of the intervening footage features the bland lives of a bunch of bland college age kids, (all played by actors who look to be at least in their thirties), in a bland small town, cross cut with the local sheriff's attempts to find the two missing young people we saw murdered before the titles.  Now, the fact that there is only one bizarre murder, (bow and arrow followed up with suffocation by plastic bag - on a fairground roundabout) and an offscreen slaying, between the opening and the climax, doesn't necessarily make for a bad slasher movie.  There are plenty of examples within the genre of successful movies with minimal murders.  So clearly, this sort of script structure can work. Provided, that is, that the film provides plenty of suspense and near misses in the intervals between murders, racking up the tension and building audience expectations.  Death Scream does have a few half-hearted attempts at suspense as the (still unseen - apart from their arm and machete) killer sort-of-stalks some of the girls around the town.  Which results only in a screen door being slashed.  Lots of details of small town life and relationships are established but, unfortunately, none of them are very interesting.  It can't even muster much in the way of sex and nudity, those other staples of the genre.  Ultimately, the film's early momentum is quickly dissipated, rapidly turning to tedium as we wait for something to happen.

The problem seems to lie with the choice of director.  While David Nelson already had an established directorial CV, mainly in TV, he had no track record when it came to slasher movies or even horror films in general.  Indeed, he was probably best known as an actor, having been, both in reality and on screen, one of 'Ozzie and Harriet's' sons in their long running TV show - he later directed numerous episodes of their later, seventies, show.  Which, perhaps, is why he seems more comfortable directing the small-town life and relationships scenes of Death Screams, which have the feel of a TV episode.  That said, the two main slasher sequences, which top and tail the film, are actually handled pretty well, with the finale seemingly trying to make up for the prior lack of slasher action by serving up a frenzied series of decapitations, slashings and dismemberments.  The final couple of minutes, however, border on farce, with the killer himself slashed with broken glass, before falling out a window and having his head, literally, blown off by the passing sheriff.  The script also somewhat short changes the audience with the reveal of the killer's identity, with an explanation for their motivation clumsily crammed into a brief flashback - we're given no real build up to the revelation, little in the way of clues as to their identity and an entirely underwhelming reveal.  Underwhelming is probably the best way of describing Death Screams overall.  It is too languidly paced to build up any tension, with production values at the level of a TV movie.  The characters are all interchangeable - it is extremely difficult to keep track of who is who, as they are all so poorly defined and poorly written, with utterly unmemorable dialogue that barely moves the plot along.  An overemphatic score tries to compensate for the film's inadequacies, but instead simply draws attention to them, being so completely at odds with what is happening on screen.  Not so much a bad movie, Death Screams simply lacks any impetus or sense of identity.

Easter Weekend

What an Easter!  Every time you think that Trump and his buddies can't possibly do or say anything crazier, well, they just up the ante!  Who'd have thought that we'd ever see the day when a President of the United States would be publicly effing and blinding at the leadership of another sovereign state?  'Open the fuckin' Strait!'  I mean, I know that the US is at war with Iran, but nonetheless - you didn't see Winston Churchill screaming over the BBC Home Service that Hitler was a 'fuckin' arsehole', or that he should take his plan to invade Britain and 'stick it up his arse and set fire to it'.  Maybe he should have, not that it would have actually had any impact on the way the war was going.  But surely the whole point of leadership pronouncements during a war is to legitimise your own stance, making you look like the reasonable and righteous one and the enemy like a bunch of foaming at the month crazy bastards.  But with every day that goes by, the Trump administration succeeds in making the religious fanatic psychopaths who run Iran look like reasonable, sane and balanced people.  It's like some sort of reverse white washing - the US makes itself sound more unhinged and out-of-control with every official pronouncement, while the Iranians come off as utterly reasonable and measured in their responses.  In truth, of course, they are both utterly unhinged, but the Iranians seem to be winning the propaganda battle.  Or rather, the US is losing that battle, shooting itself in the foot on a daily basis.  

But enough of Donald Trump's Easter.  What about my Easter?  After all, this is my blog and should surely revolve around my ego?  I don't know why, but I always enjoy the long Easter weekend, despite the fact that I'm not religious, can't eat chocolate and as I'm enjoying the fruits of my work pensions, it really shouldn't make any odds to me whether it's a public holiday or not - every day is a holiday to me.  But it represents a chance to change routines - I've just spent four days of crashing out on the sofa all afternoon watching long movies I don't usually have time to watch in a single sitting, for instance.  Plus, it feels and sounds different.  As I've mentioned before, I live on the nexus of several school routes, so most mornings, as I lie in bed, I can hear the hustle and bustle of the school run going on outside.  On school holidays it gets quieter, but the regular work day traffic is still there, but on bank holidays, it is just so quiet and peaceful!  I treasure such mornings, particularly the Easter weekend, which offers two bank holidays and a quieter than usual weekend sandwiched between them.  It's like the rest of the world has finally got the message to bugger off and leave me in peace!  Anyway, my sedentary long weekend suited my mood: after recent events, I still don't really feel like doing much, although I really must force myself into action, as I have so much to get done on multiple fronts.  For one thing, I really need to focus more on posting properly here - I winged it last week, with a podcast and that Pete Hegseth cartoon allowing me a couple of easy, lazy posts.  (The Hegseth cartoon has also helped me confirm my theory that what you post on Bluesky is less important than who you are - if you are one of those 'cool kids' forever 'working on their books', then you can post any old shit and it will get liked and re-posted ad infinitum.  But if you are a mere mortal, then no matter how topical or notable your contribution is, it'll get ignored.  Not that I'm bitter and twisted at my satirical genius going unnoticed, of course).

A Crisis of Confidence...

The Pete Hegseth Story, Episode 241, 'A Crisis of Confidence':  

 

Happy Easter!

Devils From Space?

So, JD Vance thinks that aliens are actually demons, rather than beings from other worlds.  Really?  I mean, is that the best you've got, JD?  With all the shit going down in the world today, (most of it perpetrated by a US administration of which he is part), that's what he spends his time worrying about?  Now, at this point, I could go off into a diatribe about how terrifying it is that a nation in possession of the most advanced technology the world has ever seen (and which it uses, primarily, to wage war on poorer nations), is being run people with an essentially mediaeval world view, which still believes in the existence of angels and demons, but I'm sure that someone far 'cooler' than me (who is doubtless 'working on their book'), has already done that on Bluesky or wherever.  What intrigues me is what this means for the US's policies with regard to contacting alien life - after all, right now there are radio telescopes scanning the heavens for possible signals from aliens, those old Voyager probes heading out of the solar system with contact details for earth and schematics of humanity on them, not to mention signals being blasted out into space by us.  All of these assume that these hypotheticals aliens are intelligent and peaceful, but in view of Vance's belief that they are devils, will future contact attempts switch emphasis to trying to convert them to JD's brand of Christianity?  Will NASA be forced to send out into deep space broadcasts of those crazy American preachers who rant on about 'salvation', redemption' and the 'fires of Hell'?  Will future deep space probes be packed full of crucifixes and Holy water, just in case they encounter these 'space devils'?

Will there also be a change in the protocols for alien contact if and when they land on earth?  (Because, you can guarantee that most major nations have such protocols in place, no matter how much they might deny it - it is the nature of bureaucracies that they try to come up with plans for every possible contingency, no matter how unlikely they might seem - I speak as a former civil servant).  Right now, I suspect, they are all about containment, attempts at communication by teams of top civilian experts and intense observation, all backed up by overwhelming military strength held at a discreet distance.  I'm guessing, however, that JD would probably favour a first response of sending in hordes of priests waving crucifixes and quoting passages from the Bible via loud speakers.  Maybe followed by showers of Holy water dropped from those planes they use to fight forest fires by dousing them in water.  If that doesn't work then, no doubt, we'll see a full on exorcism carried out by specially trained cardinals, all clad in NBC suits (in the appropriate shade of crimson, obviously), designed to try and cast these demons back to Hell, (or Mars).  Of course, this also has a knock on effect with regard to space exploration in general.  I wouldn't be surprised if the current Artemis II moon mission didn't have crucifixes stitched into the crew's spacesuits, just in case they encounter any demons out there.  In future, can we expect every mission to include some fire-and-brimstone preacher and for a large wooden cross to be implanted in each newly visited planet's soil alongside the American flag?  This is the face of the future, folks - and you heard it here first!

After Hours: A Day in the Life of a Tribute Messiah

 

 

Another episode of 'After Hours', my new podcast.   I have to admit that it isn't as polished as I'd hoped, not to mention the fact that it should have seen the light of day at least a week ago, unfortunately, however, everything got delayed by events beyond my control culminating in a family bereavement.  I'm not going to go into further detail, but it all blew off course.  So, while most of the scripts for the various segments were already written, a couple had to be hurriedly knocked together in order for me to be able to record and edit the episode over the weekend.  Which meant that none of the scripts was edited as tightly as I would have liked, with one being a last minute replacement for a planned segment which was just too complex to edit in a short time and would have sent the running time way over length.  As it is, the episode runs just over half an hour - my intent was to try and keep these episodes down to under thirty minutes apiece.

 

Still, I'm reasonably happy with this episode.  I have to admit that putting it together proved to be pretty theraputic and helped take my mind off of other matters.   Lessons to take away from creating this episode are that the scripts need to be tighter and shorter and that I need to start the recording and editing process as they are written, not wait until I've got them all completed.  

 

Anyway, you can listen to it here:  After Hours: A Day in the Life of a Tribute Messiah. 

 

As ever, some credits for the technical side: After Hours was created using Google AI Studio, GPT Reader and TextSpeakPro.  Music and sound effects by Freesound Community, Crab Audio, Dragon Studios and Artificially Inspired - all via Pixababy.  

The World's Gone Mad

At first I put it down to the clocks having gone forward over the weekend, but no, it turned out that I wasn't sleep addled and misreading the breaking news I had woken up to - the world it seems really has gone mad.  I mean, this morning was already confusing enough as it was - being the start of the Easter break, it meant that the early morning sounds I woke up to didn't sound right.  The traffic was lighter and there were no juvenile voices gabbling away outside, as the school run wasn't taking place, (my house lies on the route to and from a number of schools, so I get the full effect of the herds of kids on foot and the stream of 'Chelsea Tractors' ferrying others to school every week day morning).  It was all too quiet.  Which I found disconcerting.  But at least it meant that I had no problems in turning over and going back to sleep.  When I finally re-emerged from the embrace of Morpheus, I made my usual perusal of the news  headlines online - and immediately thought that maybe I had overslept so badly that I'd skipped a couple  of days and it was now 1st April.  Scott Mills sacked by the BBC!  I mean, what the actual fuck!  While I'd lost touch with Mills' broadcasting when he moved to the Radio Two Breakfast Show, thanks to the various afternoon and weekend shows he'd done for various BBC Radio stations, for a long time he'd been the background to me driving around in my car, whether for work or for leisure.  He always came across as just about the most inoffensive, yet likeable, DJ on the BBC roster.  (He's also a relatively local boy to me, as he's originally from Eastleigh).  What could he have done that was so terrible it warranted his dismissal and erasure from BBC history, (I'm not joking there - try finding any mention of him on the BBC Radio websites)?  

As ever, it seems that it's that mysterious form of alleged misconduct which occurred over ten years ago and hitherto hadn't been a problem, but which suddenly becomes a sackable offence.  There was a time when you were allowed to make mistakes, have them forgiven and be able to carry on with your life and career without it ever being referred to again, (provided you weren't a repeat offender).  But we live in an age where, when it is expedient for them, employers will dredge up any and every misdemeanour from your prehistory in order to justify dispensing with your services.  Still, I'm sure that in Mills' case the facts will eventually come out and most people will simply shrug and say, 'So what?'.  (Disclaimer:  I could of course be proven completely wrong here, so don't hold me to this prediction).  Anyway, I'd not even got over the shock of the Scott Mills news, when I hit by second gut punch when I read that Spurs were in 'serious negotiations' with Roberto DeZerbi to take over as their manager.  DeZerbi has become a controversial figure for some sections of the Spurs fanbase, primarily because of his support for player Mason Greenwood when the latter joined Marseille (DeZerbi's most recent club).  Greenwood, you might recall, was once accused of rape and domestic violence by his partner, which resulted in his departure from Manchester United.  In the event, charges against him were dropped, (although other evidence has emerged which would seem to support the earlier allegations), and he and his partner are still together.  Now, whether we like it or not, under our system of justice, people are innocent until proven guilty.  So, as these allegations were never proven in court, in fact never got near a court, Greenwood remains innocent.  So, when DeZerbi was asked about him and the allegations, I'm not sure what else he could have said, other than that he could only judge Greenwood as a player and point out that the case had been dropped.  This doesn't make him a 'rape apologist' as some irate Spurs fans have alleged.

Now, that still doesn't mean that I think that he's the right, or even a desirable, manager for Spurs.  I remember when it looked as if the club were going to make a move for Genaro Gattuso to become manager, fan groups brought up various alleged sexist and homophobic statements he had made.  While that didn't endear him to me as a managerial prospect, the fundamental issue with Gattuso was his temperament - I recall that, as a player, he had a physical altercation with then Spurs assistant manager Joe Jordan during a Champions' League match, which alone should have ruled him out of contention for the Spurs job.  Not only that, but his managerial CV was - and remains - an absolute car crash.  What those fans currently opposing DeZerbi's potential appointment don't seem to grasp is that it was most probably the latter factors which led to the Spurs board deciding not to appoint Gattuso, rather than the former allegations.  Similarly, with DeZerbi, the whole emotive allegations of being a 'rape apologist', (which are based on pretty shaky ground) are less likely to sway the board than his temperament and footballing record.  Like Gattuso, DeZerbi also had an altercation with a Spurs manager - while managing Brighton, he verbally berated interim manager Stellini on the touchline,  Whilst not a violent confrontation, the level of anger over a trivial issue - he didn't like something Stellini had allegedly said about Brighton in an Italian newspaper interview - is evidence of an extremely short fuse and should stand as a warning flag.  While his teams do play attacking football, the reality is that his tenures at clubs are generally too short (around 18 months, usually), for his tactics to translate into long-term success or trophies.  Moreover, as these departures often seem to be triggered by his short fused temperament, the Spurs board should surely see that as another red flag.  

Look, at the end of the day, Spurs are currently in pretty dire straits and there are far worse managers than DeZerbi that they could appoint.  But there are so many red flags around him, even discounting the 'rape apologist' stuff, that he does represent a very real risk.  I mean, I sympathise with those fans playing the 'rape apologist' card, if for no other reason that I think that, the dropped charges notwithstanding, Greenwood is a pretty shady character who hasn't covered himself in glory regarding his conduct with women, I just think that their protests would be more effective if they focused on DeZerbi's footballing record, as this is tangible and more likely to sway the Spurs board.  Anyway, I still think that the world has gone mad and that I've overslept and it is realy April Fool's day - perhaps I'll wake up tomorrow to the sound of Scott Mills on Radio 2 and news that Spurs have appointed Ryan mason interim manager...

Old News

I'm afraid that, right now, I'm running on empty.  I have stuff going on in the real world I have to deal with, so I'm pretty much out of creative inspiration, even if I had time to develop any ideas.  So, rather than skip today's post entirely, I dug this out of an old memory stick - it was the script for what was, essentially, a precursor to my current podcasts, (I actually re-used part of it, heavily revised, in the most recent podcast).  Anyway, it shows its age with its political and pop culture references, but I still like it.  So here's some (very) old news: 

"Bill slapped my buttocks like a pair of bongo drums all night long," Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has told the Senate Foreign Affairs Committee, in answer to questions about her recent official visit to Africa.  She denied press allegations that the frenzied rhythm of the former President's buttock bashing had instigated a tribal uprising in Uganda, when it was mistaken for the sound of war drums.   

Meanwhile, back in the UK it has been categorically denied that former Prime Minister Tony Blair had ever held talks with President Bush to establish an international agency aimed at the early detection of lesbianism in famous women.  Alarmed by the number of favourite celebrity pin-ups who had turned gay in recent years - including Ellen De Generes, k d lang and Samantha Fox - Tony Blair had been said to have been considering using the combined intelligence resources of the West to monitor his other favourite actresses and entertainers for signs of impending lesbianism.  "At no time was it suggested that satellite imagery, communications intercepts or close surveillance be used to see if Jodie Foster or Callista Flockheart had taken to wearing comfortable shoes," said a spokesman for Mr Blair.

Finally, X-Factor judge and N Dubz singer Tulisa Contostavlos has apologised to fans for not looking as hot naked as they might have thought she would after an illicit sex video featuring her was released onto the web.  "I know my fans probably had higher expectations for my knockers," she told a press conference.  "And I am sorry to have shattered their masturbatory fantasies by having a disappointingly ordinary pair."  However, X-Factor producer Simon Cowell has said that the tape will not affect Tulisa's role in the show.  "Despite the criticism of them, I'm convinced that her gazonkas will put at least two million on the viewing figures for the next series," he declared.  "Everyone at home will want to compare her cleavage with what they've seen on their lap tops.  Hopefully they'll divert attention from the dire acts we feature every week."

You never know, having used part of it recently, I might be able to rework the rest of it sometime in the foreseeable future.  Hopefully, I'll be able to start getting back to something like a regular schedule next week.

Peaceful Hallucinations?

People worry about AI 'hallucinating' stuff and fabricating completely untrue information, yet we currently have a US president who is apparently hallucinating entire 'peace negotiations' with Iran.  Where are these negotiations taking place, through what channels and who is involved, (bearing in mind that the Trump administration keeps insisting that they've decimated Iran's leadership, it is fair to ask exactly who they are negotiating with)?   Nobody seems to know.  Iran, naturally, denies point blank that any such discussions have taken place.  So, is Trump simply imagining these 'negotiations'?  Is he in that stage of dementia where he's started having conversations with people who aren't there?  Now, there are those who will tell you that Trump's 'peace talk' is a calculated move to calm the markets sufficiently so that he and his cronies can manipulate and speculate upon oil prices.  But that would require him to be far more compos mentis than he actually is - he was never bright before, but is now in clear and rapid mental decline.  Could it be, though, that parties close to Trump are actually faking these negotiations, making the demented president think that he's involved in negotiations with Iran, in order for them to be able to manipulate the markets for their personal gain?  Maybe they just got a couple of random Iranian-sounding guys to speak to him on the phone, claiming that they were Ayatollahs, or something.  Because right now, as far as the US is concerned, nothing would surprise me.

But getting back to the AI, I've noted before the ridiculous levels of hysteria you'll find in some quarters with regard to it.  I still maintain that it is merely a tool which it is quite legitimate to use for doing some things, even in the 'creative' sphere.  Sure, there's plenty I wouldn't use it for: actually trying to create complete artistic works with it, taking medical advice, relationship advice, travel advice, in fact, advice of any kind.  The real problem with AI, in its current form, at least, is people.  Or rather the way in which people try to use it.  Rather than view it simply as a tool for achieving specific, very limited, tasks, they try to treat it as if it is actually, well, intelligent.  Which it isn't.  All it can do is, in essence, collate already existing information - it can offer no valid judgements on it, offer no real insights.  Yet people persist in trying to use it as if it does.  Lately, for instance, I've been reading about people who have used AI for legal advice, drafting legal letters, even.  Usually with predictably disastrous consequences.  Because the law is more than simply a set of rules - it is far more nuanced and open to interpretation.  Which is what lawyers are for, (well, decent ones, but this isn't the place for me to get into my opinions regarding many of those practicising in the legal profession).  Really, if you need legal advice, you are better off paying a competent lawyer for it that relying on an AI chatbot.  Likewise with reagard to medical advice - seek out a real live medical professional.  The fact is that people need to be educated as to how to use AI properly.  Because simply clutching your pearls or wringing your hands in despair at how it is allegedly stealing jobs etc, won't achieve anything.  Like climate change, denying it isn't an option - it exists, it is here and it isn't going away.  So, for God's sake, stop whining and learn how to use it properly.  

'Immigrants Ate my Granny!'

Cannibalism - is that going to be next racist trope peddled by extreme right and their enablers in the British press?  Obviously, they might have missed the boat on that, as cannibalism was always - wrongly - associated with 'darkest' Africa.  Well into the seventies: I well recall seeing as a child all those cartoons in newspapers and comedy sketches on TV involving hapless white missionaries being put into a large cooking pot by grass skirt clad African tribesmen.  Nowadays, though, the racists preferred targets are Muslims and illegal immigrants from North Africa, Albania and the like.  Black African immigrants still feature in their hate, but seem to have fallen down the pecking order somewhat.  But there's nothing the bigots like better than a racial or cultural stereotype with which to beat their targets.  Hence, all Muslims are crazy fundamentalist terrorists, all South Asian men are misogynists who like to sexually exploit women, especially white women and Eastern Europeans are all gypsies, werewolves and vampires who kill and eat swans when they aren't raping British women.  I suppose that the closest we've come to the Black African cannibalism trope were all those stories a few years back about African witches and witch doctors supposedly working in the UK, murdering children in their rituals.  Not to forget that in the States we had Trump claiming that Somali immigrants were eating people's pets in Cleveland, or wherever.  

Nonetheless, it is surely only a matter of time before that cannibalism meme gets another airing in the UK, particularly with the apparent rise of our own homegrown crypto-fascists like Nigel Fartage and 'Tommy Robinson'.   I have no doubt that they'd like to go back to the 'good old days' I still recall from my seventies childhood, of portraying black people as being savages, who were arriving in the UK straight from the jungle, still wearing their 'war paint', bones through their noses and waving spears.  I'm really not exaggerating, here - TV shows, in particular, seemed to be full of such caricatures.  So, I'm sure that, given half a chance, the right-wing press wouldn't be able to resist running headlines along the line of  'Cannibal immigrants ate my granny!', accompanied by mocked up pictures of OAPs being put into huge cooking pots suspended over fires, while groups of wild eyed black men in loincloths dance around them.  Or, they might try being subtler, with stories about unsuspecting diners at a Somali restaurant finding a human ear, or finger, in their meal and realising that they're being served up human meat.  Maybe, with Reform UK beginning to lose ground in the polls, we'll start seeing their MPs coming out with such stories - 'Only last week one of my constituents told me of how a black African immigrant tried to take a bite out of them on the bus - why isn't Keir Starmer personally tracking down this cannibal and bodily throwing him back into the Channel?'.  Before you know it, all those stories of Asian grooming gangs will be replaced by stories of black African immigrants kidnapping white children, keeping them in cages and fattening them up for their cannibal feasts.  Remember, you read it here first!