Clare Balding is one of those people beloved by the media who manage to make a name for themselves in one sphere and then gravitate seamlessly to a variety of others. In Balding's case, it's from horse racing, about which her family knows a lot, to presenting radio and television programmes about which she knows debatable amounts.
As a 'real live celebrity', as she now is, Balding appeared on the BBC's "Desert island Discs" last week and revealed that her grandmother had been disgusted by the revelation that Balding was homosexual; the word used may have been 'Gay' but the meaning is the same. What I find astonishing is that Balding should have mentioned this at all.
Her grandmother's generation did not discuss sexuality at all, indeed, the word 'sexuality' probably didn't even exist before 1970. Personally, I also find the homosexual sphere of life at least a little odd and even disturbing at times, though I am also a believer in 'live and let live'. Sadly, many homosexuals seem to adopt a different philosophy and take every opportunity to flaunt their predilection to a wider audience; Balding seems to be one of those who like to do this.
When she first appeared on the BBC as part of the horse racing team, Balding was a perfectly good addition to an established crew. She became a mainstay and her double act with Willie Carson was always enjoyable. However, in more recent times she has become a little too big for her boots and now seems to think that she's God's gift to us all; the story of her defection to Channel 4 and the ramifications of that little move seem to more than provide support for such a view. I don't like her.
Before anyone brands me a sexist, homophobic or whatever other '-ist' or '-phobic' they might invent, I also don't like Noel Edmonds, Graham Norton, John Humphreys or Kirsty Wark. I've never liked Paul Gambaccini and only recently discovered that he was another homosexual cruising the corridors of the BBC; it's his style and presentation that has always annoyed me, not whom he preferred to spend his nights with. Jimmy Savile always made my flesh crawl and I was never very keen on Stuart Hall whose affectation always made me cringe. I've always liked Rolf Harris and was a little distressed to hear that he's been drawn into the aftermath of the Savile enquiries; I really can't stand Jenny Murray, Fiona Bruce or the one on the BBC's 'Breakfast' programme who's currently prancing around on some imbecilic dancing show; anyone more full of her own self importance would be hard to imagine, and I have no idea what her 'sexuality' is. I don't care about these peoples' private lives, I just don't like them.
Homosexuals are a part of life, just as heterosexuals are; the only fact is that there are a lot more of the latter than of the former; the normal state of human sexuality is 'hetero-' not 'homo-'. Homosexuality is abnormal in the same way that wearing the wrong clothes is abnormal; IT'S NOT NORMAL. For its practitioners to parade themselves before us, promote their deviance (another word which basically means 'difference') and berate anyone who finds their activities distasteful is, itself, distasteful at least.
I really don't care who does what to or with whom, as long as no one gets hurt; I may not like some of the practices, but it's their choice. What I object to most strongly is the way in which the normal part of our society is constantly barraged with complaints that homosexuals are being treated unfairly, with gripes that 'they are the same as the rest of us, should be treated the same and should have all the same rights and privileges'; the simple truth is that they are not the same. The very idea of marriage between homosexuals is ludicrous; the idea that 2 men or 2 women can have a child is biologically impossible without the intervention of modern science - that makes it unnatural and anathema to any sane individual. The idea that 2 men or 2 women can have a biological child is to deny nature; to suggest that stating this is some sort of prejudice, is unbelievable and yet this is what the 'anti-homophobic' lobby does. In effect, they claim that abnormality is the same as normality, which is absurd.
Even classical literature makes it clear that the very idea of a marriage between 2 men was a step too far; consider only the case of the Roman Emperor, Nero, 'marrying' his freed man, Sporus, and the way that was received by the wider audience.
In my lifetime, I've known a number of people whom I've understood to be homosexual; some I've liked and some I've loathed. The ones I've liked have tended to be people who have behaved like 'normal' human beings; their sexual preferences have not been on display. The ones I've loathed have been those who have announced their presence from afar, leapt into circulation with such camp abandon that it's hard to describe and, on one occasion, attempted to drill his tongue down my throat on first sighting.; I didn't like him. Ms Balding seems to be one of those who wants us all to know about her and one of those who will complain bitterly about any perceived prejudice. I don't like her.
I will, by the way, be enjoying my Christmas dinner with a group of friends that includes a young lesbian; a lovely girl she is, too.
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