The Working Class Dr Johnson
It’s 2010 and Frank Skinner, working-class Brummie comedian, has somehow become the Times’ bit-of-rough columnist. He warns us jokingly not to vote from David Cameron (‘or Camera-on, as I call him’). He bemoans the rise of the talentless pop star as exemplified by Jedward. He scoffs gently at Boris Johnson, as at a harmless buffoon. And there is the odd mention of a handful of swine flu cases being referred to as a ‘pandemic’. In 2010, people didn’t know how well off they were…
A West Midlands origin is, perhaps surprisingly, far from the only thing Skinner has in common with one of his heroes, Dr Johnson. They’re both from humble backgrounds (though Skinner’s is much the humbler), religious, witty, and ‘more full of precept than a copy-book’ (ie opinionated). But maybe there’s another similarity: to get the best of the man you have to see him in person. These pieces are not notably funny but at times you can see how, delivered verbally in his dry Brummie way, they would have been.
One thing they ought to do is dispel any idea that Skinner is simply an ordinary bloke who happens to be smart and funny. Realistically, if that were so he wouldn’t be where he is today; and in fact the glimpses we get here of his personality and private life aren’t always all that appealing.
His is a distinctive voice, in that he can embrace both football and poetry with genuine enthusiasm, and he doesn't think according to orthodoxy or party lines - I've often thought for example, as he says, that rather than trying to get everyone to vote you should only vote if you understand what you're voting for. But the only really exceptional thing about him is his unashamed (though, as he says, critical) loyalty to and advocacy of Catholicism. In the C21st that’s something which has become, in the eyes of the largely neo-atheist media, only a couple of removes from joining the Gestapo. Actually there are quite a few Catholics in public life but most of them are, like Tony Blair, unwilling to ‘do God’; those who are, usually, are only the most appalling posh converts – Brideshead Revisited types – who represent everything that is most reactionary and only go to confirm the stereotypes. Yet intelligent, liberal Catholicism of Skinner’s stamp is far from uncommon and it has never been represented more effectively, or to a wider audience, than in these columns.
I haven't looked at his efforts at dabbling in fiction at the end of the book. It takes some self-regard to publish the first two chapters of a novel you've been unable to progress with.