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This morning.

Via Belfast Feminist Network

Many of us who opposed his return to Ulster in April 2018 continue to oppose his return to a team in the UK particularly one that represents the Irish community living in London. Irish women rose up in their thousands following the trial of Jackson and his team mates for rape.

While the courts did not convict him, the undisputed evidence of rank misogyny and the details of a sexual encounter that left a young woman weeping and bleeding on the back seat of a taxi shook the whole country.

We did not believe then that Jackson and his co-accused Olding should represent our community and our country in a sport that places considerable trust in its elite players as role models.

Belfast Feminist Network

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tr4h-VYWJGY

Last night’s Channel 4 comedy ‘London Irish’.

James Jones writes:

Please post a thing about this bad thing being so bad and being on TV…

Um.

 Calling this London Irish instead of Sociopath Central is a little bit risky, then, because although these ghoulish characters might not be stereotypes, the episodes are bookended by the four friends sitting in a pub musing on what it means to be Irish: this week, Patrick argues that the Irish don’t binge-drink, even as a steaming Conor wets himself in the seat next to him.

…But the people of Ireland shouldn’t be worried about the programme reflecting on them negatively, because this transcends nationality; if anything, the entire human race might want to start distancing itself from London Irish.

Last Night’s TV (Mail Online)

The characters were four twentysomething friends — let’s call them Ditzy, Grumpy, Earnest and Thick — trying to organise a pub quiz to win a magnum of vodka. They’d do anything for vodka, you see. Those Irish boozers, aren’t they hilarious?
But there’s much more to racist Irish cliches than just incontinent alcoholism. They make bizarre leaps of logic, they have riotous religious hang-ups and uproarious sexual obsessions, they swear like how’s-your-father and the impish little rascals always know where to get drugs and guns.

London Irish review (Mail Online)

FIGHT!

Pic: Channel 4