I mentioned an excellent New Statesman article about Jeremy Corbyn and the nirvana fallacy last October - 'The nirvana fallacy, Denis Healey, and "Toy Town Trot" Jeremy Corbyn'. It's been impossible to avoid the old twit on television in recent days, what with the party conference officially marking the end of Labour as an electable force in British politics, and - presumably because he's really dim and mentally rigid - it seems he has learned absolutely nothing. To recap, the nirvana fallacy is the belief that we always have a binary choice in politics between messy, imperfect reality and the perfect world which exists only in our imagination: once you have rejected the imperfect world and shared your vision of a perfect world, your work is done. Here's how Ian Leslie put it in his excellent New Statesman article:
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
Not only is vaping 90% better for your health than smoking - it also turns shameful addiction into sheer, flavourful pleasure
Saturday, 17 September 2016
The So.Much.Guardian Twitter feed seems to have gone on holiday: this should help prevent withdrawal symptoms
Thursday, 15 September 2016
Tuesday, 13 September 2016
Crybaby American football players refusing to stand for the US national anthem need a lesson in true class from Usain Bolt
The protests started with the San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick, who apparently wants to complain about racial inequality, which has evidently forced him and an enormous number of other black athletes to become unfeasibly rich and famous. I'm sure we all feel their pain and sympathise with how they've suffered under the jackboot of American racism.
At last, the stain on my reputation has been erased - I did not write "Eat Them Alive": Evelyn Louise Nace did!
I was sitting at my BBC desk one afternoon about 15 years ago when a smirking colleague pointed out that my long-retired writing alter-ego, Nick Sharman, was the subject of some heated online speculation. Puzzled, I went to the relevant horror/fantasy Trash City fansite and there found myself brazenly accused of having been responsible for writing a 1970s horror novel entitled Eat Them Alive, under the pseudonym Pierce Nace. I didn't in the least mind being accused of writing an incredibly violent pulp horror novel, because that's what I used to do for a living, and, to be fair to the rumour-mongers, the mysterious Pierce Nace had been published by New English LIbrary, the same company that published most of my books at that time. But I did object to being accused of writing Eat Them Alive because - even by pulp horror standards - it is reputed to be execrable. Here's a sample of the dialogue:
I agree with Will Ferrell: