Blue Eyes features a clip from a daytime TV show I must confess I've never seen, and for me it's a real eye-opener. I've seen the US version, of course, but never our own. It's a familiar vision of a thuggish, brutish member of the inarticulate underclass going into overload over a perceived slight. The only thing lacking is the almost rhetorical demand "You think you're better than me, don't you?"
Every new day I wake I thank God for it and for the abilities, talents and opportunities that have made my life comfortable and secure, for all the books, the music, the beauty and the environment around that has sprung from man's love of the Light and urge to create, for the strength of shared beliefs and outlooks, for a proud heritage and a bountiful nation. I don't think, I know, that I'm infinitely luckier than BE's young thug - but better?
We're a strange people. We'll take in an abandoned dog from a life of maltreatment and deal with its snapping, its growling, its mistrust and misbehaviour with endless love and firm patience but won't extend this approach to unlikeable young thugs, perhaps because the rewards from a dog are simple and tangible whilst those from men who suffer 'the painful slavery of gratitude' are rather less rewarding.
Still, I can't help but feel what this young man needs is not the prurient regard of the more fortunate but perhaps not better Jeremy Kyle but the firmer attentions of Barbara Woodhouse.