Boris Johnson is a total douchebag, and continues to show it off.
The British Conservative mayor of London referred to President Obama, in an op-ed, as “the part-Kenyan president,” accusing Obama of being ancestrally negative in his views of England. Obama is in Europe in support of the EU.
In his attack, Johnson also repeats the claim that Obama had a bust of Winston Churchill removed from the Oval Office because Churchill had sent British troops to quash an uprising in Kenya. There is no basis in fact for the claim, which hasn't stopped anti-Obama Brits from harping on it.
Obama remains popular in England, so his presence there is seen as a threat to forces that want the country to abandon the EU.
Fascinating—I'd never heard of Polari, a gay language invented and used by gay men in Great Britain in the '50s and '60s in order to evade detection.
The slang includes common lingo like “chicken” (c'mon, you know what that means) and much more obscure stuff like “vada” (for look at). Allegedly, the word camp even came from Polari.
Via Atlas Obscura:
Polari provided gay men with a subtle way to find one another for companionship and sex. Says Dolan, "if you fancied somebody you’d drop a few words in, see if they picked it up, and go from there.” The code words of Polari, indecipherable to outsiders, made the solicitation process safer, allowing men to approach potential partners without having to reveal their own sexuality.
Among confirmed gay men, however, there was nothing subtle about Polari conversations. The language was used to "recount stories of trade [sex], and cottaging [looking for sex in public bathrooms], and wigs and makeup and who was wearing what and who did what to whom," says Dolan. "It was a way of showing off and bitching and all that kind of stuff.” In Hello Sailor! The Hidden History of Gay Life at Sea, Paul Baker and Jo Stanley write that Polari played a role in “allowing gay men to construct a humorously performative identity for themselves.”
The closest I can come to this is when I once went to a gathering of like-minded sex-seekers, for which we'd all been given a secret word to use because it was held at a large public bar. We were supposed to use that word in conversation to see if the guy we were chatting with was into the same stuff. I was talking to a super cute guy and he brought up the word—but only to say he had been told what was up and could I believe how weird that was?
I feel like a lot of my gay friends—especially Michael and Greg—dig Lucille Ball. What's not to love? Beautiful, powerful, funny. But still, this is one of the first times I can recall a stage show based on Ball: Check out this review of I Loved Lucy, currently playing on the West End.
Sandra Dickinson as Ball gets this rave:
Sandra Dickinson is the neonest of lights on a dark, dank February evening. She cackles and she kvetches, she bullies and she comforts, she shouts and she whispers and, most of all, she completely convinces us that she is the most famous woman in America during the '50s and '60s. At one moment she stutters a little and I thought, Ha! It's not a perfect performance. But it we learn that it's one of Lucy's ticks —so it was a perfect performance after all! It's a masterclass and every acting student in London should see it, close up and be inspired.
Though the reviewer is skeptical of anyone under 50 (!) appreciating Ball: