Showing posts with label UK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UK. Show all posts

The right to offend and be offended


The recent evolution of the case with Kate Middleton’s hospital prank has left me shocked. But not for the reasons everyone is, but for quite a different point of view.

For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, the story started when Kate Middleton -who is recently pregnant- was hospitalized due to acute morning sickness. A pair of Aussie DJs decided to play a prank and called the hospital impersonating the Queen to try to talk with the Duchess of Cambridge. A nurse answered the call and bought in but instead of passing them with Ms. Middleton, she just gave a report on the Duchess’ evolution. Outrage followed and two days later the nurse appeared death after apparently killing herself.

Now the public opinion, championed by the British media -and we are not talking only the tabloids- is asking for the head of the DJs, Scotland Yard wants to question them and everyone in Britain blame them on the death of the nurse.

Bullshit.

For starters, a suicide is more complex than all that and it would be stupid to blame it on only one reason for it. That one reason may have been the trigger, but it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

Moreover, the ones who snowballed the incident in the first place -British media and British public opinion- are the ones to blame. They created the social pressure on the poor nurse who was just a victim of an innocent -and not that much funny, but neither cruel- prank.

No one complained about this
It is not either that uncommon. No one seemed outraged when half of the world laughed at that poor Spanish woman who botched a master piece of art in a church. And they were vicious with her. It even reached the other side of the Atlantic and appeared on Conan O’Brien’s show.

Ideally, this prank should have made sound the alert on the bodyguard team of the Royals, who would have tightened the security around them. And that should be the real debate, why two simple radio DJs managed to reach a sensitive information provider so easily. Where was the secret service?

Instead, the same public opinion and newspapers that built up the social pressure that maybe triggered the suicide of the nurse, they now are building up more social pressure to get the two DJs fired. Who will be next?

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Liberating France -and facing the enemy

Here we are. Mad in an Internet café in Paris looking for accommodation for our next stop. So far everything is going smoothly -but France. First couple of days in London were awesome. We stayed with a Hungarian girl from Couchsurfing. She was living in a flat with seven more girls but we didn’t really have a chance to be there a lot. What a pity.

Walking; lots of walking has been the norm since the beginning instead. We visited London’s main touristic spots in just a day. The postcards. And unlike other times, I didn’t make any grand entrée -once I broke my elbow and dislocated my knee; other time I ended up missing the friend I was visiting. After London, Portsmouth and Normandie’s landing followed.

Specially Normandie was exciting. We rented a car and went around the historical landing sites. A couple of photos with veterans from WWII show that heroes are too big guys in small sizes. Then followed the racing through Le Mans… at night and with our tank almost empty! We weren’t sure if we’ll have enough gas until we gave back the car, and still don’t know how we managed to do it. That little piece of rubbish behaved well over our spectations.

However, since landing in Normandie we realized that France is our enemy -together with non-drying underwear. Just after landing in Cherbourgh we got caught by the enemy; a police car intercepted us when trying to find our way out of the ferry port. We dodged them easily but Cherbourgh still had more for us: a 2 hour walk with our packs (around 12kg.) up a ramp to get to our hostel… just to find it closed at arrival. We sorted it out in the end -and we almost had a hostel for ourselves- but at the beginning it was frustrating.

Paris cheered up a bit that grey look at France. The Eiffel tower is deceiving from the distance, impressive from below and breathtaking from above. The gardens of the Tulliers and others are too uplifting; but I assume they would be much better in a sunny day. And finally, the Louvre museum, for a non artistic person like me, was even good. Not Mona Lisa -such a tiny picture. All that, spiced up with the fact of not having to pay for the ticket, for being journalist.

So; no great entrance in Britain this time, but in France instead. Now, Amsterdam awaits!

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