An old university friend once told me of an unusual habit his grandfather (an otherwise outwardly ordinary man) had when sitting down to Sunday lunch. If there was pork crackling in the offing, he would take a decent length of it, recline in his chair with head thrust back and, pinching the pigfat ‘twixt forefinger and thumb, repeatedly slide it up and down in his gullet. This faintly obscene practice he referred to as ‘greasing his throat’, and he claimed that it carried medicinal benefits. The image has stayed with me over the years, and popped into my head again when reading Gaw’s post about eccentricity and the difficulty of appearing nonconformist when the mainstream is so broad:

But if everything alternative ceases to be alternative, what’s next? How will those people who feel the need to establish that they’re different from everyone else manage to do so?

The key here is “those…who feel the need to establish they’re different.”  The least interesting kind of eccentricity is the noisy, self-conscious kind. Sometimes it springs from a misconceived contempt for one’s fellow men ­­ – I’m not like all of you! -­­ which is common in adolescence and is why we forgive twentysomething hipsters but not fortysomething ones.

Much more interesting are the quiet, unconscious madnesses that every ‘normal’ person has, and which reveal themselves slowly as you get to know them. The odd little conversational tics; the unpredictably miscellaneous tastes; the profound spiritual convictions suddenly revealed in a late night conversation or the sole radical political view amidst a bunch of common sense mainstream ones. Those habitual grooves that harden as people get into their thirties and ultimately turn into genuine eccentricities. I’ve long believed that there is no such thing as a normal person, and that everyone is mad (except, of course, me.)

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Self-consciousness ruins Treme, which we gave up on after seven dull episodes. In every single scene every single character goes on and on about how awesome and ‘real’ New Orleans is, with its groovy vibe and musical heritage, compared to all the other US cities and States and their dumb-ass tourists. ‘I’m N’Orleanier-than thou’ was the constant refrain. I’ve always fancied going to New Orleans but Treme put me right off the place.

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Richard Dawkins, now there’s an interesting madman, using rationality for irrational ends. When I saw that Richard Dawkins and Rowan Williams were to engage in a theological debate, I initially wondered what the fuss was about. Surely they’ve done this before? Then I remembered that in fact I’d made it up, in a pastiche of a Radio 4 schedule which I wrote for Think of England a few years ago and repeat here…

Today on Radio 4: Brit’s Pick

Here are my recommended listens from today’s schedule…

10.00 – 10.45

Ball’s Favourite Balls

Michael Ball invites guests to share memories of the balls, shuttlecocks and pucks that have played pivotal roles in their lives.

First in the hot seat this week is Lembit Opik MP, who vividly recalls the “dog-chewed and half-bald tennis ball” that first inspired him to embark on a career in politics. Later in the programme Michael is joined by Joanna Lumley, who talks movingly of a cherished childhood squash ball – and how she and her friends would use it, along with Labradors and croquet mallets, to re-enact famous polo matches.

12.00 – 12.30

I’ve Read a Lot of Books, But Only Good Ones

Author Sebastian Faulks hosts the panel game in which contestants must demonstrate that they have read an awful lot of books, but only good ones. This week Tim Rice and David Mitchell argue that they have read both One Hundred Years of Solitude and Love in the Time of Cholera, but not Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons. Colin Sell is at the piano.

14.15 – 15.00

Woman’s Hour Drama

Death and Dundee Cakes (13/58)

Mary and Elspeth visit Beryl for coffee, while Daisy goes on a rampage and June wonders if she’ll ever find a suitable replacement for the au pair. Do the powers of Morianna Eagleclaw, ‘Princess of the Dead’, transcend mortal understanding?

18.30 – 19.30

Paul Merton’s Silent Clowns: the Radio Years (3/4)

Paul Merton shares his passion for early comedy in this four-part series on the Golden Age of silent radio. Using rare archived recordings and live reconstructions, Paul shows how pioneers such as Nobby Trumper and Stan ‘Spats’ McGinty developed ingenious and highly influential methods of making audiences laugh, without the benefit of modern special effects or any kind of sound or speech, and usually in a single take.

PICK OF THE DAY

21.00 – 22.00

You Say Potato, I Say Starchy, Tuberous Crop from the Perennial Solanum Tuberosum of the Solanaceae Family

New discussion show in which guests must choose to either grossly simplify or wildly complicate a controversial question. For the opening programme, Prof Richard Dawkins and Dr Rowan Williams respectively simplify and complicate the question: Does God exist? Kriss Akabusi facilitates.

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I saw Gerald Scarfe’s Netanyahu cartoon in the Sunday Times, and thought it a pretty dismal effort, not least because a few days earlier – before the controversy –  I’d read Charles Moore doing what the Spectator should do when it’s at its best: slaughtering a sacred cow…

Idly flicking through the latest Sunday Times, I notice the cartoon by Gerald Scarfe. It shows President Assad of Syria, covered with blood, picking the severed head of a child from a mound of corpses. ‘Syria,’ says the caption, ‘60,000 slaughtered and still counting’. It feels as if one has seen this Scarfe cartoon most weeks since the 1960s. Whether it was Biafra, Cambodia, Bosnia, Rwanda, or any other faraway conflict, Scarfe has always been fearlessly against tyrants killing the innocent, especially children, and his way of showing this is to depict the tyrants covered with blood and the children, heaps of them, dead. And that is it: no gloss, no wit, no political nuance, no juxtaposition that might tell you something, just an extremely well-paid half century drawing tyrants covered with blood, and a CBE too. We columnists, who have at least to pretend to think of something new each week, can only gasp with envy at the way Scarfe — by being against war, genocide etc — has escaped any editorial attention whatever.

Being an admirer of aggressive subversives, I’ve always vaguely thought of Scarfe as A Good Thing but when Moore came to mention it I realised that he doesn’t make me (a) laugh or (b) think differently about something, which are two basic functions of the cartoonist. A third is to ridicule the Establishment, but Gerald Scarfe CBE, RDI is part of that. Scarfe has a style, but not much else. Odd I’d never noticed before.

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I was pleased to see that one of the stars of England’s entertaining victory over Scotland in the rugby Six Nations game is called Billy Twelvetrees – a name that would grace any of the greats in English sporting history. I was even more pleased to learn that his nickname amongst team-mates is ’36′.

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To the capital for a Dabbler editorial micro-summit, and as has become traditional the next morning I find myself walking around a magnificent London art gallery with a sore head and unstable innards. This time it is the Wallace Collection, Manchester Square in which I am feeling sick. My delicate condition is not helped by a giant, garish Titian oil painting of Perseus and Andromeda in the dining room being followed swiftly by a giant, garish François Lemoyne oil painting of Perseus and Andromeda in the billiard room. A great family the Wallaces may have been, but two giant Perseus and Andromedas is surely rubbing it in a bit.

I decided that a visit to the lavatory was in order. And now here I can state that when it comes to lavatories the Wallace Collection really excels, with facilities second only, in my opinion, to those at the V&A. One has one’s own self-contained cubicle with washstand and cabinet: clean, obviously, plus exquisitely decorated porcelain and a sense of impenetrable privacy. I really could have stayed in there all day. I began to feel better immediately and in fact, so restoring was my visit to the Wallace Collection lavatory that I was able to achieve a new level of aesthetic appreciation when I ventured back into the house. I was profoundly moved by Rembrandt’s portrait of his son; enchanted by de Hooch’s A woman peeling apples; stirred by the tragic eroticism of Scheffer’s Francesca de Rimini. By the time I had chortled amiably along with The Laughing Cavalier I was firmly of the opinion that all was for the best in this best of all possible worlds and it was only after I had danced down the stairs, bought a few postcards in the shop, bid good day to the delightful girls at the cloakroom and strolled into the Spring-like sunshine in search of a taxi that I noticed my fly was undone.

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  1. Worm on Monday 4, 2013

    Cracking start to the week Brit, brings a whole new meaning to art being described as ‘profoundly moving’…

    If you’re in the market for a new american series, you can’t go far wrong with ‘Girls’ – a very rude look at spoilt and aimless new york hipsters

  2. Maureen on Monday 4, 2013

    If you want to discover your own eccentricities, listen in to your children. You will hear catch-phrases you didn’t know you used until you hear them trip off the tongue of your three year old.

    For your physical eccentricities to be revealed, you need to mix with deaf people. During my years as a teacher of the Deaf, my “name sign” changed as I aged. In the seventies I was known by a sign showing a flick of my long hair over my right shoulder. When I had my hair cut, the children indicated long hair being snipped. I don’t think I’ll reveal later name signs!

    • Brit on Monday 4, 2013

      That’s interesting. Do they have an official name for people, then a nickname-sign (nicksign)… and perhaps an additional secret nick-sign they use when your back is turned?

      • Maureen on Monday 4, 2013

        Absolutely. It is like looking at a photo or, if you are not supposed to be watching, a caricature of the person. Very revealing!

  3. malty on Monday 4, 2013

    Neatly linking the eccentric with the gallery netty, a friend judges all indoor kharzis by the volumetric efficiency of their Dyson airblades, missing seats, lack of bogroll, none of this bothers him so long as his inbuilt meter reads 100 cfm, heaven, mission accomplished, return visit guaranteed. His all-time favourite? that seventeenth tapas bar on left, down Las Ramblas.

    Entertaining is not how the daughter described the reaction in Tiles pub in St Andrews Sq at the weekend. Gutted, verging on a unilateral declaration of independence is what she said. As ever, her adopted Scottish accent avoided an ugly scene.

    • Worm on Monday 4, 2013

      surely this leaves a space open for some enterprising entrepreneur to make a ‘trip advisor’ style website where people report back on, and rate, public lavatories?

      Actually knowing the internet,

      Oh, yes, it really does exist…

      http://www.toiletinspector.com/

      • Joey Joe Joe Jr. on Monday 4, 2013

        In the show-within-a-show Seinfeld reunion in Curb Your Enthusiasm, the story is George Costanza has made his millions in the time since we last saw him (and also lost it all during the Madoff scandal.) His million-dollar idea? “An iphone application that leads you via your GPS to the nearest acceptable toilet wherever you are in the world: the iToilet.”

        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFNThxRx8_A

    • Brit on Monday 4, 2013

      Ah yes I know that tapas bar. Next to the twenty-third human statue…

  4. Peter on Monday 4, 2013

    How very 21st century that Dawkins and Williams debated, not whether religion reveals any truths, but whether it is relevant in the 21st century. I wish Williams had been quick enough to argue that, tosh or not, its relevance should be self-evident to angry atheists who publish bestsellers and command large speaking fees.

    • Brit on Monday 4, 2013

      Good point – few people can have made more money out of God in the last decade than Richard Dawkins.

      • Peter on Monday 4, 2013

        Brit, when I think of those endless debates we used to have over the authority of Darwinism, I now see it was a colossal waste. Instead of arguing like 19th century sages seeking the truth of the matter, we should have noticed where all the cool kids were heading and focussed on whether it was relevant and whether it’s proponents were guilty of that modern mortal sin, hypocrisy. We might have parlayed it into lucrative second careers with no more need to understand biology than Dawkins understands theology. Maybe there is still time.

  5. Susan on Monday 4, 2013

    But what are those curious hand washing thingys at the V&A, Brit? They look like giant urinals. I’d like to give Dawkins a dunking in one.

    • Brit on Monday 4, 2013

      I don;t know, but if they were good enough for Queen Victoria they’re good enough for me.

      The cafe at the V&A (the cafe being the second most important thing at a museum, between the toilets and the exhibits) is also superlative.

  6. BenSix on Monday 4, 2013

    The key here is “those…who feel the need to establish they’re different.”

    I watched a documentary on GG Allin recently, which featured a braindead fan insisting that the bloodied baldie “didn’t care” about societal conventions. Nothing could have been more untrue. Allin was clearly obsessed with societal conventions – for more than the average person – but manifested this through his self-conscious flouting of them.

    A punk in a forest would probably behave themselves.

  7. malty on Monday 4, 2013

    What if, Muggeridge was still around, a debate with Dawkins, a lapsed agnostic versus a cracker barrel evolutionist, now that would be worth an hour of our time. Added satisfaction would come from the knowledge that, when it was over, Mal converted Dickie, who spent the rest of his life as a lay preacher.

    Well, OK, but stranger things happen, today Huhne told the troof…ain’t that the troof.

  8. Ben on Monday 4, 2013

    Well that’s the first time I’ve seen GG Allin mentioned on the same page as Rowan Willams, excellent juxtaposition.