Opinions
- Year:
- 1982
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Graham Chapman is a doctor and writer.
His parents hoped for a serious
jewish heterosexual son.
They were disappointed.
Tonight on Opinions he argues
that we should all stop worrying
about what the
neighbours will say.
A chat about what will the
neighbours say could become
a dissertation, a pompous
word, on peer pressure,
which is both glib, and pompous.
To help me stop this, a little box
in the bottom left of your screen
will show the number of times
the phrase peer pressure is used.
An important ethical, or sociological
statement of global significance
will be indicated by a
letter of the alphabet
corner of the screen.
Now that we've established
these guidelines,
I hope you'll all sit back and
really enjoy this stunning chat.
Incidentally, towards the end, there
will be quite a lot of filthy talk.
Stories about sex, smutty
revelations about big names,
and what they get up to
between the sheets.
Yes, the low down on the high
life of the high fliers,
rock, superstars, film,
mega, and giga stars.
And not just towards the end either.
Then there will be some quite
lavatorial bits in a few minutes.
There. Well, what will
the neighbours say?
Now, as the son of a country copper,
a parish PC, an urban district d*ckhead,
I was made aware of this
phrase at a very early age.
If any of my family were
the subject of gossip
dad's promotional prospects.
Perhaps it was being so aware of
this that made me ignore it totally.
I looked at my neighbours, and didn't
care what they thought, if they did.
Scandalising and mocking
became the mission
of a lifetime.
Now, one thing that neighbours
say almost universally,
is that everyone should settle down,
and get married, and have a family.
What a load of donkey do's!
Why in grantham should
anyone commit themself
to a path of such
mindstunting mediocrity?
It's not as if the one thing the world
really needs is more children.
There's nothing clever or difficult
about the act of procreation.
There are four and a half
thousand million of us
on this crowded blue
planet already.
And this will rise to twelve thousand
if people continue to settle down,
get married, and have families.
Think of that. Three times
more people then there are now.
Try and find a job then,
you family lovers.
Think of that you in the rush hour, or
while you're on a crowded beach in Ibiza.
Now I know my voice gets louder and
rises in pitch as I warm to my theme,
but I'll try and change that.
Of course, the population of this
country will not rise as quickly
as that of the less
educated part of the world.
But then, we're overpopulated
already, you dumb clucks!
I'm sorry.
Halve the population of Britain,
it being self sufficient.
With those who want to work
in interesting jobs working,
and those who don't, just reading
books and playing snooker.
Recreating, but not
reproducing ourselves,
while robots, quite rightly, do all
the messy, boring, and dangerous jobs
we would have such fun
creating them to do,
like mucking out the anaconda.
I mean, swell me, two thirds
Oil, minerals, forestry, entire
by humanity's unthinking expansion.
Think of this.
And think how, in the name of god,
if there is such an entity,
attitude of high morality
when advising you to get
married and have a family.
They are of course
using an outdated morality,
one of an age of primitive tribalism.
This is perpetuated by many modern
religions and political beliefs.
In a tribal era, if you were going to
survive primitive hand to hand combat
with other tribes, you
needed more tribespersons.
Tribespersons, through
ignorance, were malnourished,
ate lumps of dirt, swapped
plagues with each other,
and were generally
infected and infested,
verminous clutches.
In those days, if they were
going to survive at all,
they had to reproduce like
rabbits to make up the deficit.
It is precisely against such a
background that many religions began.
The trouble is, they haven't
changed their act since.
Silly people, silly pope.
And for those of you
in Northern Ireland:
You have noticed how I fell
of my chair just then?
Of course you did.
I commend your attention spans.
And for those of you who
blankly at the screens,
going back to your knitting
or just chasing crabs,
wake up and pay attention!
I don't intend to go
over all this again.
If you are that stupid, or
have just come into the room,
will the neighbours say,
a little chat about peer pressure.
The way the weak and feeble amongst us
allow others to determine
the course of our lives.
Now, where was I?
You know, even before a child is born,
parents begin to worry about what
the neighbours will say about it.
Do you want a boy or a girl?
Now if it happens to be a boy,
there's often extra celebration,
presumably because of
the tender thought
that a boy may well earn
and not shame his family by not
getting married and or getting pregnant.
Also it's thought boys are more likely
to become sport stars, pop singers,
union leaders, airline pilots,
Harley Street proctologists etcetera.
But then aren't they also more likely
to become second hand car salesmen,
football hooligans, and or
psychopathic mass murderers?
As soon as a new infant
arrives in the world,
it is entered for a competition
with the neighbours.
Will she be called Sarah Maude,
or Charlene Chirrel?
or Dwayne, or Darrell?
How painful of painless
was the delivery?
How heavy was the baby?
How long was it?
Did it have hair, and
were all its bits there?
Does it even remotely resemble its father?
Was its name put down for private school,
and if so, how long before birth?
Or is it so special that it
should have no special privileges
and be sent to one of the best
local educational authority schools
that the parents could
just happen to live near?
Fortunately, the neighbours
have at long last admitted
that they boobed over bottle feeding
and now sensibly recommend the breast.
Look, we've run out of letters
for the right hand corner already,
and it's a bit confusing with
that peer pressure thing
going on in the other corner,
I think it'd be better
if you'd just assumed
that everything I say
is stageringly important.
You won't go far wrong.
The next neighbourly competition
is called milestones.
How much more quickly did
walk, crawl, take that
up, and deduct, teeth?
All useful signs for the paediatrician
looking for abnormalities,
but even better for gossip.
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