Alexander Chancellor and Sarah Lyall
Disneyland London
By Alexander Chancellor
Posted Thursday, Feb. 17, 2000, at 11:59 AM ETDear Sarah,
Please don't automatically assume that I have a hangover just because I drink more than I should. It is one of the advantages of advancing years that you don't get hangovers very easily. I feel fine, as a matter of fact, but I wish I were with you at the Dome, since this is such a nice day. Instead, I have been invited to take a trip tomorrow on London's other great millennium structure, the giant Ferris wheel beside the Thames known as the London Eye. This should be fun, if the weather is clear, for you are supposed to get the best ever view of the British capital from the top of the wheel as it rotates. Views of London, though, tend to be disappointing. Its buildings are mainly low, and there are relatively few prominent landmarks to admire. The most pleasurable sights in London are to be found in nooks and corners on the ground.
Nevertheless, the London Eye has captured the public's imagination in a way that the Dome hasn't begun to. It is a good old-fashioned fairground attraction of the type people can understand, whereas the Dome is resented not only for its enormous cost--money that many people feel would have been better spent on cutting hospital waiting lists--but also for the government's priggish insistence that it should be educational and as unlike Disneyland as possible. This has led to disappointingly low visitor attendances and the recent replacement of its chief executive by a French manager of--wait for it--Disneyland Paris. But I have yet to go to it, and I impatiently await your impressions.
Did you notice that practically all the national newspapers, with just a couple of exceptions, published a photograph of Victoria Beckham, better known as Posh Spice, on their front pages this morning? Posh Spice, one of the Spice Girls, is married to a famous British footballer, David Beckham, and she has taken the place of Princess Diana as the person whose picture can be guaranteed to sell newspapers. It is not immediately obvious to me why this should be so. She is quite pretty in a wiry, bony sort of way, and her husband is a good-looking sports hero. But she is notably lacking in class. Nevertheless, she is at the moment the unchallenged queen of the celebrity culture. What was Britain's leading celebrity magazine, Hello!, has just fallen behind its younger rival, OK!, because OK! paid 1.6 million dollars last summer for exclusive photographs of David and Victoria's wedding.
Hello!, in revenge, has managed to get the golden couple on its cover this week, together with several pages of dreamy love pictures inside, taken by Annie Leibovitz. I was talking to the publisher of Hello! this morning, and she said that the Beckhams' secret was not merely that they were young, attractive, and successful but also that they practice good works. The public, to its credit, likes its glamour heroes to do that, but as long as it doesn't involve any sacrifice of glamour. A cover of Princess Diana could almost always be guaranteed to sell copies, but an issue of Hello! sold very badly when she was portrayed on its cover wearing a helmet, a visor, and a lead apron while campaigning against landmines in Angola.
One paper that didn't carry a front-page picture of Victoria as she modeled for one of the London fashion shows was the Daily Telegraph, which instead had a photograph of a Labor member of Parliament called Julia Drown with her baby, Harvey. Ms Drown wrote to the man who administers the House of Commons to ask if she could bring her baby there if she couldn't get a babysitter. The answer from the sergeant-at-arms was that she shouldn't take Harvey into the debating chamber or the Commons tea room--only into the Lady Members' Room or the Families' Room. He also said that there were diaper-changing facilities in "the disabled lavatory." You, as a young mother and a feminist, what do you think of that?
I'm putting fewer "x"s on the bottom this time, but don't read anything personal into it. A reader has been complaining.
Alexander xxxx
Disneyland London
By Alexander Chancellor
Posted Thursday, Feb. 17, 2000, at 11:59 AM ETAlexander Chancellor writes Slate's “International Papers” and a column for the Guardian. Sarah Lyall is a reporter in the London bureau of the New York Times. Highlights from The Fray:
I'm somewhat stupefied over the choice that your magazine made regarding this week's Breakfast Table. Frankly, as an American political junkie, I find it unfathomable that, with one of the most exciting, compelling presidential primary weeks in recent electoral history upon us, you saw fit to have as your Breakfast Table guests this week two expatriates who spent their time debating the fascinating details of British table condiments.
--Lonnie W. Neubauer
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(But not everyone agreed -
Doug Richardson
replied that
A dollop of painless prattle about condiments is becoming, day by day, more appetizing than the great trough of swill served up by the four cretins who have captivated every marginally literate person with a word processor--I look to Slate for a little of everything on my plate.
And other Fraygrants were happy to deal with the whole wide range of Breakfast Table subjects:)
It's nice to find amidst the stuff about ketchup, Americanisms, Bush vs McCain, and salad cream, an admission of the problems of the British National Health system [Wednesday's entry]. Throughout the great healthcare "debate" of 1992-1994 we were told over and over again that the single-payer system was the way to go, with Britain and Canada cited admiringly. Now who's ready to admit that rationing would be necessary in any kind of scheme to extend healthcare to everyone in the U.S.?
--Edward Brynes
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here.)
To Edward Brynes:
Don't you think that the current American health-care system rations access? It is, in practice, unavailable to approximately 43 million people.
--June Thomas
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here.)
In reply:
Medical care is not actually unavailable to people without insurance, but certainly it is very costly. That's not the same situation as rationing, which to me implies a deliberate policy of allocating treatment according to medical need and feasibility of treatment.
Normally someone in the U.S. with insurance coverage is assured abundant care and little waiting even if there is reason to believe that with all the care in the world he or she won't live more than a few months anyway or will live a greatly impaired life. There is a different philosophy in Britain. Many people, not heartless monsters, have asked what value there can be in maintaining, by complex expensive technology, people in such a situation. Rationing has the effect of freeing up resources.
--Edward Brynes
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here.)
Norway is not a member of the European Union [Tuesday's entry].
--Marian
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What I've always wanted to know is: Is catsup the same as ketchup? [Wednesday's entry] I've always had a suspicion that catsup was more "U" than ketchup - wasn't there a British, ie non-Heinz variety, called catsup in the '50s? Don't know what the fuss is about salad cream, incidentally. It's just bottled mayonnaise--not very good mayonnaise, sure, but that's not the point. The point is the name; you wouldn't have got my Mum buying something called mayonnaise, but salad cream was nice and homely.
--michael elliott
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This is a dreadful error of culinary history: no the British did NOT invent catsup. Like many things adopted during the Imperial years, it is an Indian condiment. I have read various spellings of the word, but "ketchep" will do. It is a kind of chutney, not always tomato, but sweet rather than hot, like lemon pickle. My favorite recipe is one that uses sweet red peppers, roasted, skinned, and macerated into a pulp which is then simmered with vinegar, sultanas, onion, garlic, ginger, cardamom, and cinnamon. My private joke is to then blend it all (not really authentic) and serve it with an East Indian meal, in a Heinz pourable catsup bottle. It is just a bit more orange, but no one notices. It tastes nothing like the American product of course, and is tangy and delicious. Bon Appétit!
--Apollonius
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(2/18)
St. Valentine [Monday's entry] is the patron saint of MESSAGES, because while he was imprisoned he threw little messages out of his cell to cheer up the Christians. Hence St. Valentine's Day is a day to send messages to those important to you. Since the Christian message is "Jesus loves you" and "see how they love one another" and so on, "love" notes come immediately to mind. Since we use only one word for all of the kinds of love (unlike the Greeks), and since we needed a February holiday to buy cards and gifts for (really, study the history of Valentine cards), the target for and meaning of the Valentine changed to more physical ones. The arrows business may come from St. Valentine's execution by being shot through the heart with many arrows.
--tony zapf
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(2/15)
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Highlights from The Fray:
I'm somewhat stupefied over the choice that your magazine made regarding this week's Breakfast Table. Frankly, as an American political junkie, I find it unfathomable that, with one of the most exciting, compelling presidential primary weeks in recent electoral history upon us, you saw fit to have as your Breakfast Table guests this week two expatriates who spent their time debating the fascinating details of British table condiments.
--Lonnie W. Neubauer
(To reply, click here.)
(But not everyone agreed - Doug Richardson replied that
A dollop of painless prattle about condiments is becoming, day by day, more appetizing than the great trough of swill served up by the four cretins who have captivated every marginally literate person with a word processor--I look to Slate for a little of everything on my plate.
And other Fraygrants were happy to deal with the whole wide range of Breakfast Table subjects:)
It's nice to find amidst the stuff about ketchup, Americanisms, Bush vs McCain, and salad cream, an admission of the problems of the British National Health system [Wednesday's entry]. Throughout the great healthcare "debate" of 1992-1994 we were told over and over again that the single-payer system was the way to go, with Britain and Canada cited admiringly. Now who's ready to admit that rationing would be necessary in any kind of scheme to extend healthcare to everyone in the U.S.?
--Edward Brynes
(To reply, click here.)
To Edward Brynes:
Don't you think that the current American health-care system rations access? It is, in practice, unavailable to approximately 43 million people.
--June Thomas
(To reply, click here.)
In reply:
Medical care is not actually unavailable to people without insurance, but certainly it is very costly. That's not the same situation as rationing, which to me implies a deliberate policy of allocating treatment according to medical need and feasibility of treatment.
Normally someone in the U.S. with insurance coverage is assured abundant care and little waiting even if there is reason to believe that with all the care in the world he or she won't live more than a few months anyway or will live a greatly impaired life. There is a different philosophy in Britain. Many people, not heartless monsters, have asked what value there can be in maintaining, by complex expensive technology, people in such a situation. Rationing has the effect of freeing up resources.
--Edward Brynes
(To reply, click here.)
Norway is not a member of the European Union [Tuesday's entry].
--Marian
(To reply, click here.)
What I've always wanted to know is: Is catsup the same as ketchup? [Wednesday's entry] I've always had a suspicion that catsup was more "U" than ketchup - wasn't there a British, ie non-Heinz variety, called catsup in the '50s? Don't know what the fuss is about salad cream, incidentally. It's just bottled mayonnaise--not very good mayonnaise, sure, but that's not the point. The point is the name; you wouldn't have got my Mum buying something called mayonnaise, but salad cream was nice and homely.
--michael elliott
(To reply, click here.)
This is a dreadful error of culinary history: no the British did NOT invent catsup. Like many things adopted during the Imperial years, it is an Indian condiment. I have read various spellings of the word, but "ketchep" will do. It is a kind of chutney, not always tomato, but sweet rather than hot, like lemon pickle. My favorite recipe is one that uses sweet red peppers, roasted, skinned, and macerated into a pulp which is then simmered with vinegar, sultanas, onion, garlic, ginger, cardamom, and cinnamon. My private joke is to then blend it all (not really authentic) and serve it with an East Indian meal, in a Heinz pourable catsup bottle. It is just a bit more orange, but no one notices. It tastes nothing like the American product of course, and is tangy and delicious. Bon Appétit!
--Apollonius
(To reply, click here.)
(2/18)
St. Valentine [Monday's entry] is the patron saint of MESSAGES, because while he was imprisoned he threw little messages out of his cell to cheer up the Christians. Hence St. Valentine's Day is a day to send messages to those important to you. Since the Christian message is "Jesus loves you" and "see how they love one another" and so on, "love" notes come immediately to mind. Since we use only one word for all of the kinds of love (unlike the Greeks), and since we needed a February holiday to buy cards and gifts for (really, study the history of Valentine cards), the target for and meaning of the Valentine changed to more physical ones. The arrows business may come from St. Valentine's execution by being shot through the heart with many arrows.
--tony zapf
(To reply, click here.)
(2/15)