From unalloyed joy to heavy-hearted gloom in 36 hours
The joy? The sight of Keith and Paddy’s Dirty Dancing routine on Saturday night. The lift! The moustache! The mullet! I could rave on for hours. I thought Robert Webb had stitched up the competition last week with his fabulous Flashdance moves, but Keith and Paddy put him in firmly in the shade, with flappy sunhat and SPF50 suncream. If you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about, watch the video now and get donating to Comic Relief.
Thirty-six hours later, I read in the Independent that Israel’s blockade of Gaza means that lentils, macaroni, school textbooks, chickpeas and generators are not allowed into the territory. I can only agree with Human Rights Watch executive director Kenneth Roth, who said: “Israel’s blockade policy can be summed up in one word and it is punishment, not security.”
I know life will never be all Keith and Paddy twirling in the spotlights (and if life was that good, paradoxically you wouldn’t need Comic Relief, and so you wouldn’t have people doing something funny for money), but how can such contrasts still exist in the 21st century? As always, it’s worth visiting Amnesty to see how you can help.