One is back in Blighty and freezing one’s nuts off in the man cave. The temperature has dropped, and an ‘Orange Weather Alert’ was issued last night to ensure that we all knew that it was going to be cold. Seems that the government and their perpetual mouthpiece the BBC, seem to think that nobody ever looks out the window or sticks their head out of the back door these days. I have the perfect weather alert system; I ask Mrs Watson to look out of the bedroom window in the morning, before opening it and sticking her head out of it. She is quite useful sometimes.
A Christmas Dream of 1957: John Lewis Brings It Back
I doubt anyone could accuse me of being a racist. Oh no, not me. Some of my best friends are white; my wife is white and, remarkably, all my children are white. But the latest John Lewis Christmas advert has really pushed me over the edge.
Just when they were getting it right, issuing culturally representative adverts with at least one black person and a lady in a hijab (which is how it should be), they have dropped an enormous clanger by issuing their 2025 Christmas advert with an all-white family. I must say that I am highly offended; outraged even.
What message are they trying to send out? After all, walk down the average street in the UK and it is easily noticeable that most families are mixed race. Peep through the curtains of any house on Christmas Eve, and you’ll most likely see a group of little girls in hijabs singing Christmas carols; eagerly awaiting their first female genital mutilation kit, or the announcement of which uncle or cousin they will be betrothed to next year, when they turn nine years old.
But John Lewis as a company have really let the side down this time, turned their back on reality and presented a family composed of a white father, a white mother and white children. It stretches tolerance to the limit. It only goes to show that Scotland’s former leader, mighty intellectual and visionary Humzah Yousaf had a point when, in a completely tolerant and non-racist tone, he pointed out that the Scottish ‘Parliament’ was completely unrepresentative of the Scottish population – being as it is, almost completely composed of ‘white’ people. He missed the main point that it was almost entirely composed of complete pricks, but – hey ho – maybe some other time.
The latest John Lewis advert starts with the mother asking the kids to clear the table after Christmas dinner. There is absolutely no indication of whether the food was halal, and it is quite possible that alcohol had been consumed. It is almost as if they want people to be offended.
Mrs Mahmood Fixes It
At last, we can rest easy in our beds. Home Secretary Shabana Mahmood has solved the migrant problem. It will all be over by Christmas, apparently. The boats will stop, and planeloads of illegals will be loaded onto planes; shipped back to whence they came. We wish. I predict, as we have consistently in these pages, that absolutely nothing will be different this time next year.
What kind of fools do the government take us for when, on the one hand, they get Mahmood to talk tough on immigration while, all the time, planning to create more routes for legal immigration. This is like finding your bathroom is flooded because someone has left the bath running, and trying to solve it by putting the plug in the wash-hand basin and turning on the taps.
Of course, the usual suspects were upset at Mrs Mahmood’s tough-talking and references to Britain being ‘broken’ because of excessive immigration. But when she stood up to defend herself in that squeaky little voice of hers, she said that the country was broken because she herself had been the recipient of a racist comment recently. Who from? A Pakistani Muslim? She is raising the spectre of broken Britain purely to lay the blame at the feet of those born and bred here who, it cannot have escaped her notice, are mainly white.
Happy birthday to Me
I am 70 years old this week. Big bash planned at the weekend, the ‘Roger Watson is still alive’ party, which is taking place, no doubt, to the disappointment of many. Then Mrs Watson and I head almost directly to Florence for a week. I am under strict orders to go easy on the booze due to our imminent departure the day after the party. The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away.
Roger Watson is a retired academic, editor and writer. He is a columnist with Unity News Network and writes regularly for a range of conservative journals including The Salisbury Review and The European Conservative. He has travelled and worked extensively in the Far East and the Middle East. He lives in Kingston upon Hull, UK.
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