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About Kerry Cue

Humourist, journalist, mathematician and author

The Society for the Promotion of Fluff-Free Lucid English

text imageThe English language is out of control. New words are being invented every nanosecond. My action group SPOFFLE, the Society for the Promotion of Fluff-Free Lucid English, is pursuing an on-going campaign to save the English language from a slow death by suffocation buried beneath mounds of spin and bull shit. At the end of the day the bottom line is that not one stakeholder in the English Language knows what another stakeholder is talking about because of our persistent overuse of cliches. And it has to stop.

Fortunately, for future generations, we at SPOFFLE continue to draw up sets of rules for the care and proper use of the English language.

Rule one: A new word can be invented if, and only if, it does not cost us more money.

You know how this works. First there was television. B&W. Then came colour telly, VCRs and cable TV. They cost us heaps. In no time, we had to fork out for DVD players then HDD thingimmys. Now any new words added to the English language for your viewing pleasure will set you back $5000.

Read more @ The Canberra Times 6 Nov 2012 : The Society for the Promotion of Fluff-Free Lucid English

 

Labels are used to gag people

kml-art-charles-One of the funniest outraged letters I have ever received from a reader hinged on the meaning of one word. My article took a swipe at the royal family. The royals are open game for humourists because, firstly, they’re our favourite reality TV/sitcom on the tellie, a sort of ”Wife Swap Windsor” crossed with ”Snog, Marry, Reign” combo and, secondly, because readers don’t give a rats what you say about the wacky Windsors.

My article was riffing through the commonly held view that you have to kiss a lot of toads before you find your prince but included the caveat ”I’d rather kiss an ugly toad than kiss Prince Charles.” One sternly worded protest letter arrived under the letterhead of the Frog Appreciation Society insisting that ”toads aren’t ugly”.

The word ”ugly” may be a little prickly or fuzzy at the edges where we argue about its meaning, but most of us get it. We have a common view about its core meaning.

Words such as misogynist, feminist, racist, bleeding-heart, greenie and climate heretic, however, work in an entirely different way.

Read more @ The Canberra Times, 23 Oct 2012: Labels are used to gag people

The Joy of Colourful Families

Kerry Cue Ratbag RelationsAnyone who comes from a ”colourful” family will enjoy P.J. Hogan’s latest film Mental. It is, in Aussie slang, not everybody’s cup of tea. Mental is over-the-top, raw, crude and maddening. I thought it was hilarious.

Entertainment aside, the film acts as a sort of Uncle-Sam-ometer indicating how far we’ve come in adopting the American view of madness. I read books on madness. Crazy Like Us by Ethan Watters looks at the way the US exported its biomedical view of mental illness that requires expensive drugs globally or, as I see it:

We’ve got pink pill

We’ve got green pills

We’ve got happy, happy little yellow ones

And they’re all called Just-Give-Me-Them

And they all taste just the same

(Sung to Little Boxes performed by Pete Seeger)

In the US, mass-marketing and madness go hand in hand. Freud’s nephew Edward Bernays opened the first PR firm in New York in the ’20s to sell soap and cigarettes. So the founding member of the Mad Men club was Freud’s nephew. Group therapy of the 1970s, based on theories of mad psychoanalyst Wilhelm Reich, were quickly adopted by marketing interests and turned into focus groups to sell more soap and cigarettes.

Read more @ The Canberra Times, 17 Oct 2012:The Joy of Colourful Families

Snip, Snip for the Longer Trip

NRl fightGentlemen, gather round. I have some good news. Everyone is worried about your health. You don’t get the longevity score on the board like us girls. But now they’ve finally found a group of men who live 17 years longer than the rest.

It’s such a simple thing, too. You don’t have to go all finicky and force those five pieces of fruit down your throat every day. You don’t have to throw away the remote control, pull on some hideous Lycra kit and get hot and sweaty. You don’t have to swear off the bottle, pick up a tambourine and renounce your former life of drunken debauchery or even moderate merriment. It’s brilliant, really. The study, recently cited in the New Scientist, found the group that, on average, lives 17 years longer than other men is eunuchs.

So I have to ask you, gentlemen, have you considered the neuter option? The government is always worried about men’s health. They’ve run all sorts of good health promotions in the past. You probably remember the slogans. We’ve had, ah, ”Life Be in It” and ”Slip Slop Slap”. I can just picture the slogan for the new campaign. ”Snip Snip for the Longer Trip”.

It would be so easy. If the government’s Snip Snip for the Longer Trip program was well subscribed, I can foresee a few minor technical difficulties. On the plus side, there’d be no more ears bitten off in NFL finals. The lads would run out onto the field and, probably, sit down and brush each other’s hair. And each team could have their own Vienna Boys Choir to sing at the grand final. On the down side, women would have to open their own jars and change their own flat tyres.

Read more @ The Canberra Times : Snip, Snip for the Longer Trip

Where do cyber soldiers go when they die?

cyber soldier

When my nephew was 14 years old, he developed Xbox thumb, with blisters on each thumb, playing Call of Duty: Black Ops. Would he be honoured with a virtual silver star for courage under fire? I mean, his mum was yelling at him. Would he get a gamer’s Purple Heart for being wounded in the call of duty? So I started wondering, ”Where exactly do cyber soldiers go when they die?”

Do they zip cyber soldiers into cold body bags?

Do their coffins get draped in neat virtual flags?

Do they carry them home in a bare cargo hold?

Do they fire a salute like soldiers of old?

Do you hear the slow beat of the old muffled drum?

Do they carry the squad flag?

Do his soldier mates come to the funeral? *

Do virtual wives cry when they play the Last Post?

Do folk say they died doing what they liked doing most?

Can you pay your respects where the digital dead lie?

Do people look at the headstones and ask ”Why did they die?”

At the close of the day or the rise of the sun, is this a war that can never be won?

Are cyber soldiers just the tin ducks of men?

You gun them all down then – Click! – they pop up again!

Read more @ The Canberra Times 2 Oct 2012: Where do cyber soldiers go when they die?
*My editor decided to go for clarity over rhythm. Who said poetry is dead? They were probably right.

There Are an Awful Lot of Idiots Out There

Idiots Article-20120925182037598141-620x349Sorry. This hasn’t been planned. I haven’t even thought about it much and, to be honest, I’m quite busy. But the time has come. I can no longer ignore the situation so, with reluctance, I have decided to take on the job of Ruler of the World or, to use my exact title, O Revered Great One, Ruler of the Earth, All Its Dominions, Territories and Subjects, All Its Mountain Ranges, Verdant Lands, Icescapes and Savannas, All oceans, Lakes and Rivers and Fishes of the Seas, All Animals of the Land, Birds of the Sky, and Creepy Crawly Icky Things and Any Other Living or Non-Living Thing Herein Not Specified.

Children. Children. What is to be done? Firstly, any of you currently active in squabbles about YouTube clips and insults to your religion or demands to behead the infidels, pay attention. And, any of you protesting to uphold freedom of speech or currently engaged in acts of drone-warfare against goat herders, please take note. If you believe in one God – of any persuasion – then you must realise, no matter which way you look at this situation, when God in his infinite wisdom made the world, he also made idiots. It may have been an oversight, but there they are.

Read more @ The Canberra Times: There Are an Awful Lot of Idiots Out There

Why are we picking on little fat kids?

kerry_cue02 CropGet the fat kid. Start running blubber ball, we’re out to get ya!
Why are we picking on little fat kids? How did being fat become the greatest crime against humanity? Why do we even think we have the right to corner the fat kid, wrench the burger out of their chubby fist and give them a stern lecture on what they should and shouldn’t eat? Last week the Chief Minister for Lean and Hungry Looks, I mean for the ACT, Katy Gallagher declared a war on fat. There will be fat repentance booths, sorry, clinics. There will be sugary drink prohibition in schools encouraging, I suspect, bootleg Coke smuggling over the border. And there will be government-sponsored body standardisation procedures, oops, lap band operations.

Read more @ The Canberra Times, 18 Sept 2012 : Why are we picking on little fat kids?

Sometimes It’s the Class Clown that Performs Well in Life

Eighteen years ago, HRH and I made the standard middle-class decision to send our first-born to a posh school. Off he went in the oversized blazer armed with a weighty school bag, sports bag, and high expectations. After three weeks he burst through the door, threw his school bag on the kitchen floor, and muttered ”It’s boring. English is boring.”

How did I respond? I did something a bit odd. I wrote him a book. (Not pictured) A novel had been kicking around inside my head for some time. In fact, I had read him many of the ”boy” classics: Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, and, dare I add, Richmal Crompton’s hilarious Just William series. During this time I actually dreamt the novel. When Mr Reluctant Reader started complaining, I whacked the novel down on paper over three weeks and fed him one chapter at a time. He loved it.

Nicko, the 13-year-old lead character, is one of those kids seldom recognised in education. Let’s be honest. Schools seem to only make a fuss over the top, say, 10 percent of academic students, a few sports stars, and some classically trained musicians. Nicko, however, was one of those kids (and there are hundreds like him) who are smart but not in a way school wants them to be smart. I taught many, many Nickos and I adored them. Let me give you some examples.

Read more here: The Nickos of this World

This article appeared in The Canberra Times, 24 Jul 2012 as Sometimes It’s the Class Clown that Performs Well in Life.

Winter Winds Bring Out One Thing: Man Flu

kerry_cue02 CropIt’s that time of the year when the pitiless wind cuts and keens through the empty reaches of gloomy streets, when the snaking neon red reflections of car taillights dance on the soul-black surface of rain-lashed roads and when, if you are brave or mad enough to venture out into the cold and the gloom, the steely chill slices through your flesh to the very marrow of your bones. Yes! Winter is upon us once again with its companion soundtrack of sniffs and snivels, coughs and sneezes. And, as every woman knows, it is ”man flu” season again.

Some claim man flu is a term coined by hard-hearted wives and girlfriends, who refuse to acknowledge the genuine suffering of their menfolk. He coughs. He snivels and sneezes. He looks to her for tea and sympathy and, what does he get? He cops derision and scorn. He gets a box of tissues, the remote shoved in his hands and instructions on how to open a sachet of Lemsip without assistance from the State Emergency Service, and that’s about it.

Read more at The Canberra Times 13 Jun 2012: Winter Winds Bring Out One Thing: Man Flu

The Process Kills the Purpose

kerry_cue03-1 CropThink about lists. If you’re a to-do list writer this article may be a little scary. If you are not a writer-of-lists you should build an underground security bunker, get in supplies including torch batteries, bottled water and blankets while being careful to avoid writing a list, and prepare for the apocalypse – for the future looks grim indeed.

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I’ve been watching a lecture by psychologist Barry Schwartz in the TED lecture series on the lunacy of lists. His lecture was actually called ”Barry Swartz on Our Loss of Wisdom”. One of the consequences of left-brain thinking dominating our culture is our passion for lists. If you doubt the domination of left-brain thinking in our culture I refer you to the work of psychiatrist Iain McGilchrist.

Read more in The Canberra Times, 28 Mar 2012: The Process Kills the Purpose